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Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-03-30
ALL SALEM OUT TO
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Junior high school drum corps and the
drum corps of the Auxiliary to the
Spanish-America War made the air
culver with martial strains
Six autos for the old soldiers were
donated. Three by Dwight Misner and
three by Wick Bros. But the old sol
diers refused absolutely to ride. They
declared they did not have autos in the
"Days Of '61" and they did not need
them now. And they walked every step
of the way, the fires of '61 giving vigor
to their limbs and sparkles to their
eyes.
Scene at Depot.
A seven-p passenger ear was donated
bv Wick Bros. for the use of the COVER
nor and the Patriotic Week commit
tee.
This committee wishes heartily to
thank the bands for their music and
the drum corps for their assistance, and
all who helped make the send-oft for
the nfinest the state can afford the
finest ever given departing company
of soldiers.
The scene at the depot this morning
was a duplication Of that witnessed last
June when the company entrained for
Claekamas under orders to proceed to
Mexico. The same brave hearted moth
ers and sisters and sweethearts crowded
the sides of the cars giving farewells.
The same laughter that hid choke and
smothered sob, and the same eyes that
! bordered on dimness because OF unold-
den moisture, was present.
! 1t is urged that friends of the boys
do not forget to write letter or post
card. because fellow feels mighty
lonely when the mail comes and every
body gets mail and he gets none.
How to Aid the Boys.
1t is also suggested that l5o duffle
or ditty, bags be made as soon as pos
sible for the comfort of the boys, These
are also known as ''eomfort bags and
are almost vital necessity for tbs
boys i'll camp.
It is also suggested that rifle eases b'
made for the boys as in the moist elm
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-03-30
MAY Stop Activities.

Corvallis, Ore, Mar. 3O.-The board
of athletic directors of the Oregon Agri-
cultural college is on record today in
favor of suspension of all athletic activ-
tiles on the schedule Of the Pacific
coast conference in case war is declared
between the United States and Ger
manV
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-03-30

crossed to degree far beyond the ex-
pectations of the Federal Farm Loan
board at Washington and everything
points to the unqualified success of this
new enterprise.
Evening star., 1917-11-11

through the daily drill Sully's blue
eyes would get bigger and brighter. I
got to admit. too. that the boys did
look different. They'd lost lot of
neck manners. Even Joe Sarello could
look you square in the eye.
About then Sully took to wearin' his
Scout uniform every day. no matter
protested. | suppose the one big
tragedy of his young life was that he
wasn't quite Old enough to be- Il reg lar
Boy Scout. with the right to wear a
persuaded me to buy him a real gun.
though. he felt hetter--and Sadie felt
a lot worse. Almost broke up the
family. that little .22 rifle did. But
when Sully had promised never to load
it in the house and only to shoot 1t
off when I took him down to the shore
and superintendent. there was truce
declared.
Near as I could make out. Sully spent
a good deal of time with the guards.
chance he got. His mother had fit
over that, too; but he begged SO hard
not to be shut Off from it altogether
that we compromised on two trips a
week, providin' he wasn't late for meals.
And what he didn't learn about bein'
a soldier you'd have to go to France to
pick up. Seems he'd got SO chummy
with the guards that they used to let
Hey. Pop" he says one evenin',
marchin' into the Evin'-room with all
his kit on and his rifle over his shoul-
der. you just see how I can do it. Go
aheaa' r9eSt He%coMpny: saTs cdmnnv snun .snu
SYlly raps his heels together and
stands as stiff as cart stake.
What comes next?' l asks.
Sent Ser ar, humps. says he;
shoulder humpst'"
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to go where he could see soldiers. Well,
that was easy. So every once in a while
I'd let him trail along into the city with
me for the day, and send him out with
around the enliStin stations.
Say, / don't know which was the big
ger kid about such things, little Sully
or Swiftly Either of 'em would stand
the khaki uniforms go by and lstenin'
to the drums.
But when a squad of the National
Guards was detailed for duty around
the nut and bolt works, down in the
village, Sully was just as thrilled as If
Joffre and Pershing had set up joint
headquarters there. Only half dozen
made up the squad. all from Rock
young sports that Sully had often seen
before. In fact. one was Jimmy Calvin,
who used to come for our grocer orders.
and another was Joe Sarello. who'd
outside man. A cousin or something. l
believe, Joe was. and mighty little use.
Anyway. that was Dominicks report.
Joe. he no good" Dominick used to
say. mo worka. Too smart for work.
All time smoka da cigarette"
And, havin' known some of the others
myself. l wasn't SO much impressed
with our local bunch of war heroes.
Watchin' the nut and bolt works to
see that it didn't stray off to Dan
bury. Conn. or other foreign parts.
struck me about the sort of hard
work they was built for. Most of em,
anyway.
Yet every time Sully could induce
any one to take him down where
they'd pitched a couple of tents be-
tween the picket fence and the rail-
road tracks, he'd stand gawpin. awe
struck while the boys washed their un-
dershirts in tin pail or played auc-
tion pitch in the shade. And when
sergt. Calvin would put his bunch
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fishboat that is maxim believe drag
mines out Of the Ambrose channel.
Then somebody asks Gates where
young Brad is now.
"Mineola," says he. Aviation Corps
Then he got in?" says Whittle. Has
he been UP yet?"
HAS he!" says T. Lewis. Every day
for the last fortnight, 5000 feet or
next week. Cheering thought, eh?
Tail diving"
The old hoy says it quiet enough but
he blows his nose violent afterward, and
! notice when he lights a fresh cigar
that his fingers are shaky. Still. nothing
how this flynn was risky work for
rattleheaded boys such as Brad and
that probably the old man was a little
anxious at times.
me; chow old is that youngster Of
yours. McCabe?"
Coin on ten," says /.
"oh. we'll" says Whittle. at isn't
likely he'll ever get chance"
Sad. ain,t it," says l, GRIMM sar-
with the rest of you"
1 expect 1t was the thunder shower
that kept the others from showin' up:
for half an hour, when we'd settled
had arrived. Meantime them black
clouds that had been rollin' up over the
sound were gettin' In little work on
their own account. There'd been some
sharp cracks. the rain was spoutin'
down in sheets. and the Whittle butler
and maids had been hustlin' around
gettin' in porch chairs and shuttin'
windows, when there comes this phone
call for me.
Mrs. McCabe would like to speak to
you. sir" says the maid.
So chases into the hall and answers.
THAT you. Sadie?" says I. We'll.
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mo. pop" says he. This way: 'Shud-
der humpSH"
And. with a good deal Of help like
that from sully. we got through saa;a the the
little sister and Mother Whaley starin'
at him appreciative. Course. we
chuckled over 1t afterward 1t didn't
do any harm to have him playin' SOL
dier. Most of this war business the
young chaps were at didn't seem
much more serious.
So things Lrfted along into July
without much happenin. except way
pronounce. Whittle. though. keeps on
as busy as ever. He's been appointed
on the conscription board. and is push
in along relief work and such things.
Then he gets this bug about organizin'
a committee of public safety.
"Ah. come" says I. when he tackles
me about it. Amt we safe enough
here in Rockhurst without committee
messin' around?'
I'VE are at war, McCabe," says he,
solemn.
You mean you are. whittle," says 1.
pokin' him playful.
Every one of u.s." says he; And we
the country. Come around to my house
tonight. 1 am depending on you"
Well. 1t seemed foolish. but I was
some curious to see what nutty scheme
he meant to spring this time; so after
dinner l jumped into the roadster and
drove down.
Whittle had rounded up about dozen
old boys-Boomer-Day. the Hon. Brad
ley Gates. T. Lewis Cass and so on
straggle in. Mainly they was talkin'
about their boys-where they were and
what they were doing. Two Of ON had
sons up at Plattsburg. learnin' to be
has been disappointed about getttn' on
q destroyer. but is scrubbin' decks on a
Evening star., 1917-11-11
BY GERALD BRANDON.

FP1HE regiment resting after stren-
uous week in the trenches. was
encamped at Mincealors. tiny
q village some fifteen kilometers
back Of the line. 1 was on guard duty
that night. and. despite the fact that
there was no danger of an enemy surprise.
was very much on the ''qui vive" lest I be
caught mapping by the adjutant OF the
guard. a crusty old disciplinarian who had
It in for me and who would have well
coined the chance of reporting me for
iaxity of vigilance.
The incessant booming OF our heavy
artillery ensconced In the woods between
US and the trenches. made 1t the more
difficult for me to distinguish minor
noises. Luckily the sky was clear Of
me to see clearly for several score yards
in every direction There was small
chance of the adjutant pussy-footing up
on me unawares.
OF sudden l heard something slosh
through the air and hit the ground in my
vicinity. 1t was no shell or bomb. l
knew this by the sound 1t made through
the air and the fiat dull thud Of its i'm
pact.
moonlit sky for a sign of hostile aircraft.
Nothing doing. NV second act was to
tap on my rifle barrel to summon the
neighboring sentinels who. however. were
already hurrying up. having heard the
peculiar noise.
We went over the ground carefully
with our pocket electric torches until we
found it-a huge. limp mass of broken
flesh. out Of which stared glazed wide
open eyes above blood-stained blond
muSta che a la kaiser
A boche, by the sacred name of a little
good man! But how had he got here?
An accident to his aeropianeo Then
where was his plane2 He could hardly
have left it hitched to horn of the moon.
We picked up the body and carried it
to the petit poste." where, with the Off
sort Of impromptu inquest. The deeper
We delved into the evidence the more
puzzled we became regarding how the
boche had met his death
He was not even a member of the avia-
tion corps. If we were to believe his uni
form and the papers which we found in
his pocket but a captain of the Prus-
sian Guard and in active command of
a company. What. then. had he been
doing up in the air fifteen kilometers over
j, our lines?
As we pondered over the mystery the
alarm was given outside, and our anti
aircraft guns began pounding away at
plane which. regardless of the shells
which burst all around 1t. came toward
us in a mastery spiral dive. AS 1t ap-
preached we recognized it as a French
machine and ceased our firing.
The aeroplane landed and we grouped
around it, waiting for the pilot to get
down. but instead he yelled out ex-
citedly:
Have you seen my boche? Has any
one knife? Cut these straps and let
me out. What Is the matter with you
all? Can't you see that / am tied in
here7 Cut me loose, I say"
Most aviators love their machines.
but never saw a pilot so attached to
Evening star., 1917-11-11

and followed my captors to their COM
pany headquarters. where 1 was pre-
sented to their captain, the chap who
is lying there.
himself on being true sportsman,
having lived many years in England
and France-spying, no doubt. He re
ceived me with great show of polite
ness. insisted on my joining him in a
sandwich and a glass of beer, and tried
to pump me.
His clumsy cross-questioning under
the guise of offhand conversation
amused me greatly. 1 pretended to be
his dupe and told him all sorts of as
tonishing things. AT last he proposed
that l should take him for a spin In
my plane, and I accepted with alacrity,
planning to land without our lines with
him, willy-nilly.
But alas. there was method in the
boche's madness. No sooner had l
taken my seat in the pilots place, than
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Odd Incidents Of Service With the Foreign Legie

tion school and knew what he was
about.
1--WE were now we'll over our lines,
and the boche drew from his pocket a
headquarters map upon which he be-
gan to note the emplacements Of our
batteries. I ragged within me and de-
cided to descend at all hazards, prefer
ring to die rather than continue to
serve the enemy in the ignoble way I
was doing; but my captor sensed my
resolution and showed me the hopeless
ness of it in sneering, yet logical,
argument
"1f you start anything I will kill
YOU Immediately he said. and I will
have plenty of time to regain control
of the machine before she falls half of
the two thousand feet that separate us
from the ground. In fact, I will get
along better without you, for I will
then be able to fly lower and will get
better view of your lines
Suddenly an idea struck me. A sim
pie method of getting rid of my little
old man of the sea- AS 1 have told
you. 1 was securely tied to my seat,
while the German, in order to be able
to get to the controls rapidly in case
Trained from strapping himself in.
Il jerked the nose of my plane up
ward and did the loop-the-!oop.
The German had barely time to drop
chine with both hands. AS we flew
upside down for a second or two, his
entire body hung out of the car
could not keep flying in that position
be able to hold on, so twisted around
and wrenched one of his hands away
from the rail
Then he dropped, and 1 righted my
plane and landed"
IT takes all kinds of people to make
a
exist in every country a number Of
short-sighted individuals who seek to
escape military service because they
value their personal comfort and safety
more than that of their nation.
We have not yet evolved a distinct
lively American name for these cow
ardly egotists, but brand them with
the British term. "slackers.' The
French call them "embusques," mean
ing literally the ambushed.
However. the word no longer ap-
plies to civilians. for there are no
civilians of fighting age in France. but
has come to mean the man who be-
longs to a non-dangerous branch Of the
service.
Whether or not man deserves to
be called an embusque depends entire
ly on the angle from which you look
on him. A hospital orderly will speak
the administration" A munitions
worker will say the same of the sani-
tary corps. A cavalryman will pass
the word along when referring to stay
at-home shellmakers. Even the artil-
lerymen, whose role is so important
today. are stigmatized as embusques
by the men in the trenches. who con-
slider that the men behind the guns
do not share equally in the dangers and
hardships of the war.
Until the day on which I saw Niolon
die 1 also was inclined to speak OF
artillerymen as embusques.
was temporarily acting as cyc1ist
Evening star., 1917-11-11

have fooled their searchlight. lodged
their shells, outsped their battlep1anes
and then be forced to descend tamely
a mere fifty kilometers from our
lines on account of engine trouble. 1
made a pretty good descent in field of
beetroot and examined my motor. Hur-
rah! Nothing but a faulty plug. In ten
minutes 1 will be on my way again,
for my arrival seemed not to have been
noticed. But just as I am about to
finish 1 raised my eyes and find that 1
am surrounded by circle of boches.
who close in on me rapidly. not even
giving me time to set fire to the ma
chine.
There was no sense in attempting to
resist, though it did hurt me to have
them capture my plane intact. but 'C'est
la guerre" I allowed myself to be
searched for weapons, lit a cigarette
Evening star., 1917-11-11

a prudence bordering on cowardice.
Another case Of marriage spelling .
soldier. for Lefoulon during his eight
days in Paris had led his Lucille to thu
altar.
1 do not mean to insinuate thax q
married man does not make a good
soldier. On the contrary, the bravest
man I ever met was very much mar
ried and had been for ten years, but he
had grown accustomed to welded bliss,
while poor Lefoulon had not had Q
chance to readjust his perspective.
One day Lefoulon received letter
from Lucille which filed him with joy
and at the same time rendered him
still more somber and fearful Of tho
future. Charpentier. a sympathetic old
farmer. himself the father of round
half dozen children. tried to cheer him
up. but to no avail.
Lefoulon showed him the letter,
which spoke of the expected little
stranger and which ended as follows:
Everything would be all right were
It not for the dreadful uncertainty.
Every day I read in the paper about
attacks and counter attacks, and won.
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to the commandant, replacing Irving,
whose leg had been shattered by
bullet.
How Irving had remounted his wheel
and pedaled to his destination with
one leg is another story, which will
tell some time.
had been intrusted with a message
to the commander of battery of 75s
and was awaiting his reply, chatting
the while with the gunners and watch
ing them set the fuses on the shells
and slip them into the hungry breeches
Of the guns, when suddenly the cry
arose
defective shell. Get to covert
1 did not understand the danger, but,
to make sure. jumped on my wheel and
pedaled away for a hundred yards or
so, when stopped and looked back
The battery seemed deserted, every
one having either dived into the sub
terranean shelters or thrown them
selves fiat on the ground. Only one
man could be seen. and he was run
ming down the road after me with a
smoking shell in his hand.
A score of voices called out:
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I was seized and tied securely as you
found me. play being allowed only to
my hands and feet Then the German
sitting in the observers place behind
me. pressed the cold muzzle of a re-
volver against my neck and ordered me
to fly southwark at an elevation OF
1000 meters.
"At first I did not worry. The aver
age layman loses his sense of direc-
ton. gravity and speed when in the
air. and ! counted on fooling him cas-
lily. But I reckoned without my host,
who. the moment that 1 touched my
controls with the intention of acting
otherwise than according to his in
structions. pushed his revolver deeper
into the base of my neck and warned
me not to try any monkey business. as
he had spent several weeks in an avia-
Evening star., 1917-11-11

their shells burst harmlessly where I
no longer was.
This was the only incident arrived
at Stuttgart. flying very high; shut off
my motor and volplaned down to
within 500 meters without making any
noise. The railroad yards were bril-
liantly lighted and very busy l dropped
my eight bombs with unusual success.
The sheds caught fire, whole trainloads
of ammunition exploded, one car after
another.
''Of course. their aerial batteries woke
up and tried to get me, but l was lucky
and got out of range before their
searchlights picked me up. couple of
Fokkers and Aviatiks chased me, but l
was faster than they and had a big
start, SO they gave it up after a hun
dred kilometers. Then, just as I was
congratulating myself over my escape,
my motor starts missing and eventually
dies.
THAT was hard luck. all right To
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his aeroplane as was that one. It would
have taken Houdini to set him free
without using a knife.
We escorted the pilot to our officer
of the guard. who satisfied himself as
to his identity. He was Lieut.. Leoiseau,
the famous "ace." He, strode over to
the coroner. where the body of the
Prussian officer lay huddled in a shape
less heap.
"Ah. the sacred pig. So you found
him, did you. Well. he got his deserts.
l apologize for dropping him SO near
the lines. He might have fallen on
help myself. Put yourselves in my
place. I could not stand 1t another
second"
BY this time there was group of Off
GERS present. among them the comman-
dant.
For Gods sake. young man. do not
kill us with curiosity the COM
mandant half commanded, half en-
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treated. What could you not stand
another second? And II you are respon-
sible for that carrion at least tell US
what you did with his aeroplane?"
Just then I had to go back to my
post. for the old adjutant caught my
eye with a glance that threatened the
guardhouse. A few days later, how
ever. 1 read Leoiseau's story in a Paris
newspaper. This is what he told:
Il left the hangar on a bombing ex-
pedition early in the evening. Splendid
weather, motor humming rythmically.
Just as / crossed the German lines
was caught for a fraction of a second
In the beam of a searchlight. but
turned on one wing. did the falling
leaf for drop of 500 meters. and
climbed up another thousand a little
farther on. leaving the luminous broom
to sweep blindly In search Of me while
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Drop It, Niolon! 1t will go of at
any moment"
And, even as I looked, Niolon set the
shell down carefully and threw him
self down on top of 1t!
The shell exploded. tearing a hole in
the ground and blowing Niolon to bits
No other damage was done, thanks to
his sacrifice in using his body as
shield to prevent the fragments from
reaching his comrades.
Had he done the logical thing and
dropped the shell as soon as he no.
ticed that it was smoking. the entire
battery might have been disabled.
Since then I have always stood up for
the artillery.
II EFoULoN. of my squad. had always
10 been the cheeriest chap in the regi-
ment. and the first to step forward
when volunteers were needed for a
dangerous job. Since his return from
his last permission Lefoulon was a
changed man, who held aloof from the
gayeties Of his comrades and exhibited
Evening star., 1917-11-11

Continued on Fourth Page. J.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1917-03-17

against the German divers.
The statement accompanying
the same carried the assertion
that with sufficient number
of these submarine hounds, as
they might well be called, the
German campaign could be
checkmated.
The ordinary submarine is
of light construction and can
not stand up under gun fire
from an enemy. A single shot
will suffice to destroy the
diver. This accounts for the
fact the German submarines
have made no headway against
the British fleet. The great
battleships and cruisers are
surrounded by destroyers and
other small fighting craft that
protect them from attack.
1t is asserted, however, that
the Germans have of late de-
vised a new type of submarine,
an armored ship capable of
withstanding a certain amount
of attack. The new submersible
it is said is 285 feet long, is of
1000 horse power, is well
equipped for offence and has
a surface sailing radius of $500
miles, therefore being capable
of crossing the Atlantic and
making the return home.
How many submersibles of
this type the Germans have put
into use is not known but the
news is interesting in view of
our action in arming merchant
ships for defence.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1917-03-17
40 YEARS AGO

CFrom the Weekly East Oregonian,
March II, 1s77)
The bell; the bell; the bell; the
beIls-s-s-s-: the Episcopal church
bell arrived this week and il was
sounded well and long until 1880
al night and the Methodist bell kept
il company during the time.
Spring fights have already com
menced. several having already
transpired-
Jerry Despair has purchased the
entire band OF cattle or James Dan
lels. living near this place, number
ing $50. paying therefor s1z a head
with spring calves thrown in
A new order called The Stiffs has
been Instituted in Pendleton- The
principal qualification TO become a
member is never to refuse a drink
and never treat There are already
quite a number Of members
The UmatiIla river mas been very
high this week. higher than has
been known snes 1871
Thursday evening AZ the Twelve
Nile house Tom Burns waa thrown
from a horse, the horse fell and roll
I'd over him. breaking his Lex Dr.
Whitcomb set the limb and Tom r.
doing a. well AZ could be expected.