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Smyrna times., 1917-04-25

Reports of labor and food riots in
Berlin are not surprising. The great
war has been a tremendous drain on
German resources of all kinds, and al
though the government has put up a
bold front and has denied that the food
scarcity was pinching, all this is but
making the best of bad job. That
defeat stares Germany in the face
these mobs we'll know. And it takes
more than encouraging words to sup
ply the wants of hungry men. Evid-
ence of the internal dissensions in
Germany have been appaTen for some
time. They have prompted both in
Germany and Austria efforts to make
peace Along with these reports come
others received by the State Depart
ment at Washington that the radical
elements in Russia are not for a sep
arate peace in Germany as has been
reported. The radicals are against
autocracy in both Germany and Aus
tria. The only thing that would ap-
parently satisfy them would be the
overthrow of autocracy. And it looks
as if this would happen in Germany
sooner or later. despite the strong arm
of the military. That strong arm j!
effertive so long as the people are
contented. They would perhaps bt
contented if Germany were winning
a victory. They might then feel jus
titled in making extreme sacrifices =
Morning News.
Smyrna times., 1917-04-25
want mother to love pe and al
ways be gentle with me.
want to be a good baby.
In Memoriam.


In loving memory of Mrs Georgia Cole Reed
who passed away April oath, 1916
As dear sweet child, we shall again
Behold her clothed with celestial grace,
With all the beauties of her soul
EXPANDED, standing before her Fathers face.
Parents.
Day after day we think what she is doing
In those bright realms above.
Day after day her tender steps pursuing
Behold her grown more fail
Sister Eta.
Though we walk with her and keep unbroken
The bond which nature gives,
Thinking that our remembrance, though un
spoken,
May reach her where she lives.
Sister Bessie.
One year has passed and still we miss her.
Her memory still is ever dear,
And often is shed the silent tear.
The flowers we lay upon her grave
May wither and decay
But fresh with love within our hearts
Her memory will always stay.
Sister Fannie.
Sad was the day of our dear sister,
Sad when the day was gone,
To close ones life like blossom
And pass away from this world.
Her Brother.
aAv
Smyrna times., 1917-04-25
In Memoriam.

In Memoriam.
In loving remembrance of our sister Mrs
Georgia Cole Reed who entered into rest Apri
"a, 1916.
How long she struggled against pain
Which baffled skill and care,
And long she fingered, racked with pain
And sufferings hard to bear.
And yet, through all, at times she smiled
smile OF heavenly birth,
And when the angels called her home,
She smiled farewell to earth
She is waiting by the river,
Just across the silver stream
Where sweet flowers are ever blooming
And the banks are ever green.
Where no chill blasts of winter,
Turn the roses blossoms fair;
But where all is love and sunshine
She is waiting for us there.
Sister Alice and Family.
Smyrna times., 1917-04-25
THE SMYRNA TIMES
SMYRNA, DELAWARE

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Smyrna times., 1917-04-25

How Manual Training viii Help Smyrna
Each and every one of 'us is des-
tined to take up the profession best
adapted to us. Unfortunately, lack
ing the means of expressing our ideas
and thoughts, too many Of us waste
cur lives by choosing the wrong pro-
kession.
Smyrna times., 1917-04-25
WANTED.

Salesman for automobile oils and special
ties. Liberal terms.
The Middle States Oil Company,
Cleveland, Ohio.
Smyrna times., 1917-04-25
NOTICE.

The undersigned gives notice that all per-
sons or person with dogs are positively for
bid trespassing on my property or the Riley
lot which have rented, under penalty of
the law. Dog owners will also be dealt
property.
Smyrna. Del,
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25

Keep your eye on this black skunk un.
ill ! can take him before the old
man." For FIVE minutes ! put all my
power of entreaty into my voice and
prayed for the stowaway to stick by
me; 20 swear that he came aboard Of
his own volition. He promised to do
so. Then the mate came after him and
took him before the captain. During
this fifteen minutes Of interview !
lived in an agony of torment and sus-
pense. The little fellow came back with
a smile on his face, and knew things
were all right. lie told me that the
captain had shipped him at a shilling a
month for the passage. For two days
he was detailed TO help ne in the gal
ley, and ! lived the life Of a prince.
We nicknamed him Monday" the day
that he came on board. His real name
was Charles Tasima Benn.
On the fourth day, Monday, after
peeling a bucket Of spuds, while ] was
reading and smoking, he threw down
his knife and. with cunning leer, in
a commanding tone told me to get
busy and complete the task; that ne
wished 10 rest. started in to "bull-
doze" him, but he simply held his hand
in my direction. fingers extended, and
in majestic voice informed me:
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
The Trip
Around
Cape Horn

schemes. One night he came around
10 the house with four tickets for g
blood and thunder war play entitled
"Cuba's Vow" His brother was play
ing the villain. This play greatly i'm
pressed me; in fact, from the first act
to the last the footlights were gushing
blood. love and advonture--and rotten
acting. Bill's brother was awful.
That night, after the show, he pro-
posed trip TO South America, which
took our breaths away. We were to
run away ard ship on tramp steamer,
for passage of about nine months.
With the money thus earned We were
to equip ourselves and start out for
Port Limop, Costa Rica, and go into
the coffee plantation business. We all
fell for this and took solemn vow 10
stick. The scheme especially appealed
TO me because here was my chance 10
follow Dana in his 1.-TWO Years Before
the Mast" The next day, after sleep
ing it over, Charlie and jim decided
that there was more money in New
York, and refused to go. | admit Rad
a sinking sensation in the pit Of my
stomach when | viewed the proposition
in the sunlight, but ] stuck. Then Bill
and made tour Of the docks in New
York, trying TO find the ship we wanted.
We fell in with several boarding
masters" One Of these parasites took
US on board an old tramp steamer
lying in E-ie Basin called the Cushko.
Here we met the steward. a "lime
.juicer." John RoyaIMinns, with the
emphasis on the hyphen. The won
derful tale OF ease, luxury and get
ting paid for seeing the world
stuff that the steward and the board
ing master unrolled before our
eager eyes carried us into the seventh
heaven Of expectation. This was 5
o'clock in the afternoon. The ship was
10 sail at $40 the following morning,
but they did not tell US this. The
steward said that We were just the two
that he wanted, there being vacancies
on the ship for second steward and
second cook. He suggested that we
sleep on the ship that night, and then
in the morning, after seeing What IT
was Ike. We could 20 home and decide
whether we wanted TO ship or not.
dcmurred AT this, because ] had 20 go
home FIRST. so he gave Bill and me per
mission 20 20, but Isid we had to get
back at midnight. We hurried home
end on tho sly I packed a grip with
nay belongings.
That night ! exploded u bombsheIl
in the family. After dessert had been
served, pufYed up with importance,
declared; "Well, I'm going to South
America" A bsrrage Of laughter rip
pied around the table. This got me
sore. and ! shut W Like clam,
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
He Waved
His Pants
In Farewell

couple of fish, fell for this and .s.
mitted il, whercupon the captain eoolly
informed us that we had forfeited Al
pay and allowances due US for the en-.
tire voyage. The joke of it was that
under the Board OF Trade laws, Ii.
Cushko had TO go 200 miles out of her
way to get to st. Lucia and pu, Mon.
day ashore.
We dressed him in a long pair Of
white pants; the carpenter gave lin
a red vest; Bill placed a derby nat on
mis- head, and nc went ashore in a snail
boat. When the boat returned we lifted
anchor, and as ST. Lucia again faded
into the distance we could see a soil.
tary little figure on the dock wayih,
his white pants around his head. He
had removed them upon reaching port.
We felt a pang of regret as he faded
out of sight.
After an uneventful trip we wen.
into quarantine in New York Harbo,.
At the first sight of the Statue Of Lib.
erty a rush of independence and ps,.
riotism surged through me, and | 81.
down on the hatchway and absolutely
refused to work. The captain threat.
ened to put me in double irons. tod
him TO go to nell. and do it; that |
was a free American in free Amer.
lean port. and | claimed the protection
of the Stars and Stripes, and in ss.
cordance with my rights as a sailor,
| demanded the consuPs flag 10 ss
hoisted az the foremast. The captain
gave me hard look, but wilted.
The next afternoon at eight bell,
landed in New York. free again. Iva.
dressed in a pair of blue overalls, bare.
! footed, Panama hat on my head, black
as a negro from sunburn, a red hand.
kerchief around my neck, and wesrirs
a white negligee shirt. On my LEI.
shoulder I had a small monkey, and
/ in my right hand wooden cage with
a parrot in it. In my pocket was &ia
in silver, but I did not care. | wa
! again on terra frma, with the Stan
and Stripes waving above me
received a wonderful welcome at
home. and was of the opinion that ID.
hardshlps of NY cruise were vtl
worth enduring, IN view Of the reeep'
ton ! was receiving.
But. OF course, all WONDERS de ou'
in nine days. aud mine slzzled OUT llS:
a wet firecracker on the Fourth Of
July, and it was up TO ME 10 get busy
and find something TO do.
This ended my first real adventure.
o-onvr,cht. 1917. by The Mcclgre Segspsp-'
Syndicate
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
Then a Real
War Broke
Out Abroad

going on across the water. What was
l 70 do?
knew il was up 20 me 10 get over
"on my own applied to the British
Consul, "csmoufaging' as Canadian,
but il did not work. They would not
send me to Canada. ] decided to pay
my own way.
One day / met an officer OF the Cana
dian army and he told me that if did
reach Canada ! would have TO stay in a
training camp for at least six or seven
months before being sent over. This
did not suit me ir7.the least. ! was no
rookie; in my opinion was trained
soldier.
! then decided TO take matters into
my own hands and go to England, and
shipped on the American Line.
/ arrived IN London about 1O:4o one
night. The next morning before il
O'Clock / was a private in His Majesty's
Imperial Army, soldier Of the King.
Then ! realized that | was at last up
against the real thing, and all OF my
pugnacity oozed out through my pores.
When you get out Of civilian clothes,
into uniform and close up 70 the Tight,
you do not want 20 fight as much as
you did before, ard felt very ner-
vous. This nervousness never left me
during my stay on the Western front.
Over a year later / was 50 badly
wounded that 7 was discharged as
physically unfit for further war GER
vice" and came back TO the old
L. s. A.
But TO get 70 my frst real adventure.
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25

II EFoRE tell of my first real ad-
venture, / will give brief re-
~ sumo of my life.
was born in the eighties, closer to
the bottom than the top. When / first
opened my eyes breathed the air OF
the Rockies To be exact was born
in Ogden, Utah, on the 18th day of De-
eember, 1888. My rowing started at
the early age Of four. This was IN
cheyenne, Wyo. used to play
on the front porch. Ny mother must
have suspected that was Of a rowing
nature. because she took the precau-
tion to put a gate across the steps OF
the porch with some kind of new-fan-
xled lock on it, which was unable 70
pegotiste. ] used to work for half an
hour At a time trying TO get the gaze
tpen, but without successj IN fact, this
cot 10 be a habit with me until my
father applied the slipper several
times, This made me more cautious
and | worked in secret. Out IN 'front.'
of our house were the sand mis- OF
Wyoming. These had fascination
for me and it was my greatest smpl-
ton TO explore them. One momentous
morning, the grocery boy, who was
great friend of mine, showed me now
TO work the lock- / was full OF chud-
ish glee when, after few attempts, |
found il easy TO get out into the World
beyond
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25

, while the captain read rough buriai
service the plank was tilted, ana the
body of the bos'n went down 20 ies'
in Dayy Jones's locker. A.,
The first port we touched at inc
Consul's flag was hoisted at tne lVie
mast. and bleary-eyed, nall drunken
little old man came on board ana "as
cIoseted with the captain for aooue
an hour When he came out nc was
staggering. and his eyes. il possible;
we're more bleary. The captain ilheu
the crew up, and the Consul. IN a
thick and suffering voice, asked tne
crew if the bos'n had died from natu,
raj causes. Ninety per cent OF tne men
conId not understand what he said'
and silence prevailed. At sea silence
means mes consent. | butted in and said
"NoD was standing next to the
nate 7 felt that gorilla-like hand OF
his ninching the back of my neck. an9
No errIv tainted. Then the Consul
yent over the side into his boat, ana
vas soon pulling for the shore. we
lifted anchor and the port was lel'
behind. r,r ont
of fresh water, and had TO drink CON
densed water from an old sque2ky con-
densine engine. II was oracXish anu
sickening. / would have sold my soui
for one drink of clear cold water; ter rr
Monday became tyrannical and and i uni
bearable. and it was up to BIZ ana
me TO devise some scheme to keep hlm
in check. ul,s
Through listening to Monday
stories. / knew that he was very su-
nerstitious and believed in magic, OF
azobi," as he called it.
Bill told him that my father in Amer.
lea was a great medicine man ana tha'
| was gifted with magic.
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
A Giant
Had Me by
the Heels

fast asleep. | had a horrible dream;
a giant had ME by the heels and was
swinging me around his head, trying
to dash my brains out against the side
of the ship. | awoke in terror. The
"glory hole" seemed to be looping the
loop. and ! could hear heavy thuds as
immense waves broke against the side
of the ship, the water Kissing and
rushing around the port hole. Reach
ing for the electric button turned on
the switch. An awful mess met my
eyes. The deck Of my room was awash.
| felt deathly sick and | thought |
was going to die. ] was experiencing
my first touch OF seasickness.
About six bells in the morning (3
o'clock the door opened, and there
standing in the opening was a huge
Swede, encased in oilskins. The icy
blast sent a cold shiyer through me-.
l wondered what he wanted, but did
not wonder long.
"You bane get tea and toast on
bridge for mate, damn quick" | was
bewildered. The door slammed and
once again I was alone. Fifteen min
utes must have passed when the door
opened again and in rushed the tough
est-looking seaman ] have ever seen.
He had only one eye. Later on /
found that he was our first mate, "One-
Eyed Gibson" a "Blue-Noser" from
Nova Scotia, and a man whom it was
not safe to triAe with. Without a
word he stepped into the "glory hole,
grabbed my shoulder in grip of steel,
and yanked me out of my bunk into
the icy water which was awash on
the deck. This was my first intro
duction TO him.
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
We Played
on Mondays
Superstition

He skinned these and gave me one oil
the skins. Bill and I worked scheme;
That morning little black bird lei,
on the deck, and / picked 1T up ana
took il to my glory hole. 1t was IN
a diving condition. | told Bill that that
night, about 10 o'clock, | would go art
on the poop deck with the pelican's SKIN
down nv back, and, with my face
smeared with black, would do mystic
dance. He was TO take Monday and
hide behind the ventilator, and wnlie
was doing my war dance, ne would
explain to Monday that | was IN COM
munication with my father, the great
American medicine man. He did THIS
and it made quite a hit The next
morning Monday came TO me, and, bow
ing low, requested a token, as. he called
il; a message from my father. / prom
ised to give him one, but we were sure
up against il. Then I thought of the
little black bird in MY glory hole, and
the solution was at hand. ] very sol
cmnly informed Monday that st s
o'clock that night my father would
send a message to me in the form
of 2 little land bird. All day Mon
day kept away from me, alteration and
awe in his eyes. Bill and | imme-
diately repaired to the glory hole, and
certainly took tender care of that bird,
praying that it would live until 8
o'clock. About ten minutes to eight |
put on my feathers and sneaked aft
with the little bird. placed it on the
steering gear and commenced my
mystic dance chanted little song;
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
Enthusiasm
Dropped
to Zero

sleety ice. I turned in to bed with my
clothes on. Bill was to notify me at
10 o'clock by throwing pebbles against
the window pane in my room. Every
time I looked out into the street and
saw that bowling blizzard, a picture
of ship wallowing in a trough of the
sea constantly came before my mind
and | shivered, and my enthusiasm
dropped to zero. | could not take my
eyes away from the clock. It was an
agony of intense waiting, similar to
that when, later in the trenches, kept
looking at my wrist watch waiting for
4 o'clock in the morning when we were
to go "over the top" in a charge. oh,
how | wished that Bill would change
his mind!
About five minutes TO ten, crackl
crack! came a couple of pebbles against
the window pane, sounding like the
crack of bullets on the Western front
With my shoes in one hand and my
grip in the other, | softly tip-toed
downstairs, put on my shoes and heavy
overcoat, and opened the front door. /
was greeted by a rush Of wind, snow
and sleet Bill looked like a snow man.
We ploughed through the blizzard,
got on trolley car, and reached Erie
Basin at :45, went UP the gangplank
and reported to the steward.
The steward greeted us very cor
daily and | thought him the finest
man had ever met Bill was shipped
as second steward, and got the billet
of second cook.
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
The Bos'n
Was Chained
to the Bridge

som came behind him and laid him
low with d marlinspike. Then, carry
ing him amidships. he chained him TO
the iron steps leading to the bridge
lie remained this way for day and
a half, exposed to cold and icy wind.
Strict orders were passed through the
ship that 40 one was TO approach him.
That night, under cover of darkness.
Bill and | sneaked him a steaming pot
Of stew. and some hot coffee. If he
had lived, We would, through this one
action, have gained true friend for
life. From exposure he contracted
pneumonia and died. lie was buried
at sea. The carpenter sewed him in
sack, and tying an old iron wheel
to his feet. placed him on a plank, and
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
Outside O.
Sandy Hook
Bound
South"

mcekly answered, "Yes, sir" and
started to put on my wet socks. See
ing this action, he shouted, "Never
mind that damned rigging. Get into
the galley and get that fire alight."
Ny feet were blue with the cold and
my teeth were chattering. / timidly
asked, "Where are we, sir?" With q
look of contempt he answered, "We're
outside O. Sandy Hook, bound south
for tho Horn, and she's blowing big
guns" Then he left.
Benumbed and wet from the icy
spray, / managed to steer a course TO
tho companionway and dragged myself
10 the upper deck. A sailor was in
the galley and had started a fire. The
ship was rolling, pitching and lurch-
ing. In that galley it sounded like n
bombardment. Pots and pans were
rafting in their racks; a few of them
had fallen out and were chasing each
other around the deck. ,
Cold and miserable, croucbed in the
corner, keeping myself from falling by
holding on to the rail in front of the
stove.
The sailor took compassion on me
and made the toast and tea. How he
did it was a marvel TO me, but later
on | became very expert myself.
Following the "life lines on the
upper deck, at last managed to reach
the bridge with my pot of tea and
two slices of toasted bread. There
were two men at the wheel. In the
darkness | went up to them and asked
for the mate. They did not answer.
Just then received a resounding
smack on the back which made my
teeth rattle, and that dreaded gruf
voice OF the mate reached my ears
through the wind: damn you, you
helPs pawn, keep away from the men
at the wheel or III throw you over
tho side"
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
BY Arthur Guy Empey

the Naval Hospital at Portsmouth, Va:
Ny folks concluded that they had
had about enough Of my foolishness
and got me out Of the navy. / was
highly incensed at this action, so en-
listed in the 18th United States Cav
airy, and inside of year was pro-
NOTED to the rank Of squadron SER
geant major.
happened to be fairly good at rough
riding, or monkey drill" and was sent
with the I'd Squadron to the James
town Exposition TO give exhibitions IN
rough riding.
After three years l was discharged
from the 18th Cavalry and came home,
but soon enlisted in the 18th United
States Cavalry and did duty on the
Mexican border during the first trou-
BILE, in 1871. / was discharged at San
Antonio, Tex. returned to New York,
and went into business for myself.
This was distinct failure. | could
not settle down, so applied for po-
sition with a we'll known detective
agency, and after pounding my heels
in the anteroom for several weeks, now
and then being given shadow case"
finally had the luck to 70 before the
"chief," and with four other men was
sent down South on "moonshine'
case | got in with family of moon
sinners" and liked them very well; in
fact, thought so much of them that
when the time came to show them UP
it sort Of went against the grain, and
/ couldn't do it. It seemed like steal
inr candy from baby. of course, this
severed my connection with the detect
i've agency, and / shed no tears.
then applied for position with the
New York Telephone Company. While
with them Joined the Mounted Scouts
of The 9Th Regiment Of New Jersey.
and went through three man9uvre
camps.
Upon the expiration cf my term Of
service, which was three years, Joined
the Mounted Scouts Of the list Regi-
ment, New York.
Then the war broke out and was
New-York tribune., 1917-11-25
| Prayed
the Ship
Would Sink

disposed Of tho pieces of toast. The
toast was soaked in salt water and I
inwardly wished that IL would poison
HMM fact, prayed that tho ship
would sink with all on board. Such is
seasickness.
managed somehow or other 10 make
my way back 20 the galley and met my
superior oficer' for the trip, the
Cookie" He was about five feet neth-