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Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
CRESCO SHUT US OUT.
High School Foot Ball Team Went
Home With 10 to o Victory
Saturday.

DEBORAH received a 10 to drub-
bling from the strong Cresco team on
the home grounds last Saturday. De-
corah outpiayed Cresco by a wide
margin the first half, but in the sec
ond period, Cresco came back with
lots of fight and by making good use
of Decorah's lapses in brain work,
managed to pull the game out of the
fire.
Cresco kicked off to begin the game
and Storla returned the ball to De-
corah's 35 yard line. Three smashes
at the line netted only yards and
Swezey punted out on Decorah's 40
yard line. Cresco failed to gain, how
ever, and lost the ball on the 35 yard
line. DEBORAH bucked up then, and
with Swezey smashing thru the line
for long gains, they carried the ball
to Cresco's 25 yard line where they
lost it on downs. Cresco failed to
gain and pu1ted to the middle of the
field. Some good runs by Swezey and
Thomas carried the ball back to the
20 yard line where Cresco received it
on downs. They were again obliged to
kick, however, and the quarter end
ed with the ball in Decorah's posses
sion on her own 35 yard line.
DEBORAH started with rush the
second quarter, and aided by a 30
yard gain on a forward pass by Nc
Cauley, carried the ball to Cresco's
20 yard line. Here attempts at
passes were unsuccessful AID the
ball was given to Cresco. DEBORAH re-
gained it an instant later, when Cres-
CO fumbled, but lost II again when
Cresco intercepted a forward pass. A
couple of long runs put the ball in
Decorah's territory, and just before
the whistle blew they carried it over
the goal line Thurs attempt to kick
goal failed.
The second half started to be a
repetition of the first, but Decorah's
failure to punt couple of times on
the last down gave Creeco the ball
within striking distance and they
made good each time with touch
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
Fhe Kaiser and STAFF Captured.

The following is taken from let
ter written by Vit&an Figge, Dubuque
college, to his s%ser:
"A rumor w At afloat through
eSaoras Hall ting 4 fellow on the Sec
Non1Saoor had cture Of the Kaiser
and his stat ging on his wall;
so after nigl rayer the fellows
gently open. he door, AID what
they left of Kaiser wasn't big
enough to cove one of his iron
crosses. "-Ossian Bee.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
Another Jumbo POTATO.

r. r. Madden, Of Button town
ship, brought us in good sized Muir
ply Thursday just to show us what
the kind they raise in that township
look like. 1t weighed 2 pounds and
2 ounces and is about as fine speci-
men of a potato that we have seen
this year 1t was raised on the p F.
O'Brien farm.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31

Waterloo, Ia, Oct. 29.-Mrs. Os-
car C. Morten has seat self-lighting
cigar device to Washington to be
patented. The cigar is struck like a
match. and a parafin or paper cap
protects the small flame.
Mrs. Morten conceived the idea
when she saw the difficulty of light
ing a cigar at al open window In a
train. The bureau at Washington re-
ports that the records show the idea
to be entirely novel.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
Death of Mrs. Edward Erickson.

Mrs. Edward Erickson passed
away at her home in Canoe township
Saturday morning, after having been
in poor health the past summer For
the past week she had been serious
| ly sick. The deceased was born in
Norway, July 10, 1S47, and came
to the United States with her par
ents when about eight years OF age,
and had been a resident of this
county many years. She was united
in marriage to Edward Erickson here
in DEBORAH at Luther College about
, the year 1869, and the family home
had been in Canoe township ever
since. Eleven children, three daugh-
ters and eight sons were born to the
union, six of whom passed away. The
surviving ones are John at home;
Hans, Harmony, Mimi; Engbret,
Frankville; Olavas, Canoe and Mrs.
Samuel Ellis, near Freeport. The be-
reaved husband also survives and one
brother, Ole Tobiason of DEBORAH.
The deceased was one of Winneshiek
county's good mothers and was be-
loved and respected by all who knew
her, and the sympathy of all is ex-
tended to the bereaved ones who are
left to mourn her loss. The funeral
services were held at eleven o'clock
yesterday from the home and at 1880
from the Big Canoe church. Rev.
Tolo Dictated.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
Camp Dodge Uses Million Pounds of
Potatoes n Month.

One million pounds of potatoes and
1000 pounds of onions will be re-
quired monthly for soldiers of the
Eighty-eighth division, at Camp
Dodge. Orders were received yester-
day from Washington, d. c., instruct
ing commissary officers to advertise
for bids for this large amount of po-
tatoes and onions.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
Coal i'm Iceland.

During the summer of 1916 in
vestigations were carried on in Ice
land with the result that consider
able quantities of coal have been
found. The commission in charge
of the Investigation reports that it
calculates to be able to produce $780,
100000 tons. The quality of the Ice.
land coal is designated as equal to
Scotch coal and it will serve for
household use and for the genera
ton of power.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
First .'Cole" Mine.

The earliest mention of coal in the
territory which afterward became the
United States is recorded in the jour
nal of Father Louis Hennepin, a
French missionary, who in 1879 re-
corded the site of "cole" mine il
Illinois near the present city of OF
tawa.
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31

Our want column will rent your
house for you. Try it. tt
Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1917-10-31
WOOD
SAVING

Having purchased power circle
saw, am in position to do all kinds
of wood saving for people in town
or country. Prices right. Telephone
1868 rings, or call at residence first
door south of DEBORAH hospital.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
Biggest Locomotive
 In the World

The greatest steam locomotive in the world has been put into service by the Baldwin Locomotive works. It is so gigantic that its boiler had to be made flexible at three different joints so that the locomotive could turn around a curve. It is over 100 feet long and weighs some APO tons. Twenty-four driving wheels, each standing as high as an average size man, affords its traction. The driv- ing wheels are distributed along the length of the locomotive in sets of four pairs. the wheels of each set be- ing coupled together and driven by two giant steam cylinders. Under full steam, the locomotive can exert an S3-ton pull on the cars behind it which means that it can easily haul a freight train two miles long and 23.000 tons in weight over an ordinary good roadbed at an average rate of about IA miles an hour and possibly more.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
Men We Have Met

The Hindsighted man, who never sees an opportunity until it is too late
 The Backboneless man, who always has to ask advice of some one-and generally some one who doesn't know
 The only Honest man, who must con trol-no one else honest enough to take things in hand.
 The Spendthrift, who never has any thing to invest.
 The Suspicious man, who is always afraid some one will rob him.
 The Conceited man, who knows it all without being told.
 The Narrowgauged man, who refuses to listen to anything outside of his line.
 The Knockedout man, who at one time made failure and has never had the nerve to again make an attempt.
 The Jealous man, who depreciates a proposition unless originated by him. self.
 The Advice man, who gratuitously gives advice upon every conceivable subject, but never taken any of his own advice.
 The Successful man, who investi- gates, trusts his own mature judg- ment, and acts promptly.-Exchange.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
HE SHOULD HAVE
 BORROWED TRIPLETS

Ones day last week in the court house at Tombstone during the ses' sion of the county exemption board a husky man appeared in the corridors carrying a child in his arms, leading another one and looking back from time to time to his wife, who came after him holding third child by the arm.
 The newspaper man is not an author ity on children, although he has two in his own household, but to him these three children looked to be all about the same age They were not triplets, of that he was sure, for there was no similarity at all in their features, hair or eyes. Why then, this procession down the corridors of the Tombstone temple of justice?
 Listen, my brethren, and ye shall hear the tale. Iris not brave one, nor is it inspiring. for the children Of Uncle Sam to read. This man was one of many who came that day, bringing wife and children and other folks children in order to avoid the draft by the exemption route.
 But its an i'll wind that blows mo- body good. There were women ani children in Cochise county during the sittings of the exemption board that were taken out in publrc by their hus- band and father that had known tha. honor and privilege but seldom in re cent years. The woman of the house became suddenly nightly popular last week, and the children were 'papa's darlings" for true.
 They are thinking of re-christenih the corridor of the Tombstone court house and calling it ''Petticoat Lane. Many a brave man took refuge there last week when his country called hun in a loud voice to come and fight to make the world safe for democracy.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
JOB HELD OUT BECAUSE HE NEVER
 HAD A FLIVVER

May the man that invented the fiiv' yer be forced to ride sawbuck with out a saddle through the first one thousand years of eternity. That is the prayer of the newspaper man Many people Tor many years have prated of the fiivver. While admitting that it was not built for either beauty room or speed, yet they have always stoutly maintained that it's engine would run when all other engines were stalled in their stalls. The little old flivver rambled rings along" that was the burden of their song.
 But the newspaper man has fliv. yer that will not run. Otherwise it is all right
 'Tis a sad tale, mates:
 The newspaper man started out the other evening with his family to go to Naco in the flivver to hear the band play and witness the last grand review of the First Arizona The fiiv. yer, like all deceitful things in this world, went along fine at the start. But about a mile this side of Naco it suddenly went lame. Like some of the New York police captains, it lost its pull" Strange. hoarse noises came from it's interior. It limped and crawled and wobbled along to the par ade ground. After the marchers had filed by and the last strains of the splendid music had died away the newspaper man and a trained me chanic worked for an hour with the recalcitrant engine, but they worked in vain.
 By a supreme effort the car was coaxed along to Naco garage. The man in charge worked on it for half an hour and, with the aid of a wrench and pair of pliers and a lot of elbow grease. got it to come to life long enough to cough and spit at him a cou- pie of times.
 Tt won't run cause it's tired out" |" he finally announced in disgust, and went back into his garage.
 The newspaper man and the trained mechanic finally got the car started for home. Of through the dark it went, raving and roaring like a wild man just escaped from ward sixty-six. Noises came from under its hood never heard in those parts before. A mile from town it stopped like mule and refused to budge.
 The newspaper man came home on the running board of a passing car through the kidness of the Good Sa' maritan that drove it. His family came home in the Naco stage. The trained mechanic has not come home at all. The car is-somewhere be- tween here and the Mexican border. If anyone steals it they will have to haul it away in wagon.
 Job, with his boils and his poverty and his loss of friends and kindred. stuck it out to the end and kept his patience and his faith in the Lord but he never had fiivver.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
AS MAN TO MAN

the scissors grinder. The pup galloped to the edge of the platform and looked down at Madame Cat in comical. friendly fashion. He did not mean any harm by living, this pup. He was Just feeling good and wanted to play. His little wrinkled face and big waving ears and restless, uncertain feet and wondering eyes all invited the grim madame in the street below to come up and play with him.
 But the cat did not take it that way. Her eyes glared, her back arched like bridge and her tail trebled in size and every hair from the tip of that tail to her eyebrows stood erect like bristling spear points. For moment she crouched tensely while the playful pup danced about and Tapped his ears and waved his little paws and thought what a fine world it was to have a good time in all the time.
 Electromagnetic The cat launched herself like a hand grenade straight at the poor pup.
 It was a slaughter, grim and great. The pup fell over backward in sur prise and terror and never pretended to put up a fight. He was scratched in ten places at once and bitten and mangled and macerated and manhan- dled past all telling. His yelp of pain was not entirely drowned out by the dominant war cry of Madame the Cat.
 With a last despairing effort the pup disengaged himself from the thorny entanglement and fled, yelping still. The cat stalked majestically inside the door of a store. her tail still spread out like battlefiag
 The scissors grinder, during the me lee, had not stopped the whirling grindstone nor taken the blade of the butcher knife from it's surface. From his attitude and expression it could not have been known for certain that he had ever seen the massacre. But af- ter it was all over he muttered as he bent over his task: Poor lettle pup pie; he same as me, and that cat whew, she fight like my wife when do nothing-g at all 'cept drink, oh so little, red wine to fill joy"
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
Camoufiage, An Art Devel-
 oped from Wars Horrors

The war has created a new and fas- cinating art, developed apparently by the French and practiced by them and the British with conspicuous success They call it "camouflage." Its the art of deception for purposes of conceal ment from the enemy
 A battery of guns is decked out with branches to make it look like a clump of underbrush. A tank" is painted mud color to make it indistinguishable from the soil it crawls over. Tents are smealed in all sorts of outlandish hues to make them blend with the land scape like natural objects. Soldiers uniforms are colored to suit the par ticular work they are engaged in, by day or night, according to the light, the weather conditions, the soil and the vegetation. Airplanes are made to blend with the sky and clouds. boats and ships to blend with the water
 It isn't really new thing, though it's military use is novelty. The birds have been practicing camoufage for countless ages, suiting their color to their environment to escape detection by their foes. Sometimes they do it by blending into the color of bark leaves. plants. grass or soil, and some times by means of bold contract. In sects are great camouhage artists, for the sake of protection from the birds Animals do it, too. Any hunter knows the difficulty of detecting a wild rab- bit when it squats motionless on the snow or dead grass before his eyes. And what boy has not learned the diff fculty of catching frogs. those camou flage experts of the swamps?>
 Now that the armies have taken il up. We may soon be applying this art to civilian life. What fine possibilities there are in the way of making ugly factories. fences, railroad tracks, etc, inconspicuous! And if you want peo- pie to stop bothering you in your sum mer cottage, just try little camou- nage on it. You can hide your out houses in the same way, and cover up disagreeable features of rooms and furniture.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
POet,S Corner
AN OFFICE

An office is funny thing: Each morn
 ing certain men And certain girls and certain boys
 come into it again And hang their coats on certain pegs,
 their hats on certain hooks. And sit them down at certain desks in
 front of certain books. They all have certain work to do, in
 just certain time, Concerning certain dollars for cer-
 tain fixed per diem: And then at just a certain hour, in
 sunshine or in rain. They close their desks and hurry out
 to catch a certain train. An office is a tragic thing when that
 is all there is, When each one has his certain work
 and certain way of his And wallows in certain rut and never
 seems to see That there are certain others ones in
 in life as we'll as he. For we would and a certain fun fin
 certain other ways, If we would give word of cheer on certain busy days When problems vex. when certain
 things require helping hand, Would give a certain sympathy that
 mortals understand. An office is a pleasant place-at least a certain kind That has a certain brotherhood, where day by day you find, Some neighbor with a new idea he's glad to pass along, A certain sort of friendliness, cer- tain sort of song. There is a certain duty that we owe to other men To help them when they need a lift. to steady them again. An office can become in time, to man and girl and boy. A certain kind of fellowship, and work a certain joy. Malloch in American Lum- herman.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
German Prisoners After
 The Deluge of Shells

Says a correspondent, writing of German prisoners after the recent drive in Flanders: I saw this morn ing great numbers of the prisoness ia. ken during the last "A hours and just brought in. They had the look of men who had been through hell They were
 drenched with rain which poured down their big steel helmets. Their top boots were full of water, which squelched out at every step. and their sunken eyes stared out of ash-gray faces with the look of sick and hunted animals. Many of them had cramp in the stomach through their long expos ure and hunger before being captured and they groaned loudly. Many of them wept while being interrogated, protesting bitterly that they hated war and wanted nothing but peace. They have no hope of victory for their coun- try, and the advance into Russia fills them with no new illusion, but seems to them only lengthening of the gen. eral misery. They do not hide the sui ferings of their people at home and say that in the towns there is bitter want and only in the rural districts is there enough to eat In the field, they are filled with gloomy forebod- ings and live in terror of the tremen- dous British gunfire. The older men and non-commissioned officers who have come back after receiving wounds and other soldiers of long training say that the boys of the young classes who are now filling up the ranks have no staying power under shell fire and no fighting spirit
 Among the prisoners whom I saw today l think about a quarter of them, or perhaps a little fewer, were these young boys, anaemic-looking lads with terror in their eyes. Others were more hardy looking men, though pale and worn. It is certain that they made no great fight yesterday when the allies were near them, except when they stin had cover in concrete emplacements. and it is no wonder that all fight had gone out of them.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
BABY BOY, GooD-6Y!

Little baby boy. good-by. Kiss me. little pard. Put your arms around my neck. love your daddy "hard.' Give his hair one last good pull. wave your hand "by-by''- Little chap cant understant seeing daddy cry. Laughing. growing baby boy. what knows he of tears. Partings bitterer than death. anguish ed hopes and fears? CCoing. babbling joyously. little does he guess Soon the darkling war clouds may make him fatherless. am going, little son. that in years to be You shall. when you understand. not be shamed for me; You will say. He did his part; so well I do mine," Thus shall honor pass unstained down along the line. Little baby boy. gOod-by- Kiss me. little pard. Put your arms around my neck. love your daddy "hard," Give his hair one last good pull. wave your hand "by-by"- Little chap cant understand seeing daddy cry. Anne Virginia Culbertson in the Co lumbus Dispatch.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26

Here is pleasant little joke plucked out of all this grim business of German papers that their views popes peace proposals with suspicion and inclined to believe they emnated from England. They fear that the pope has become party English intrigue to cheat the kaiser out of his glorious victories by premature peace The Prussian is pom derous joker when does his heavy hand that sort of thing
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
Gems From, tue Neu1s Field
Grey Speck, Target
 For Allied Gunner

Paul Scott Maurer, war correspond ent: Except for the telephonist, who was crouching at the entrance of the dugout, receivers over his ears and the telephone in his hands, we all stood breast deep in the trench, peer ing through glasses. The captain said:
 Do you see that half plucked wood on the horizon? There is one tree, to- ward the middle of it, taller than. the others. Follow it down toward the trenches until you come to a sort Of grayish spot in the fields. That is a big German shelter. l was up near there myself yesterday to have look at close quarters before doing this work today. l am going to regulate first on that shelter"
 In the orders that followed the cap tain used several technical words. Plus" means to lengthen the range and Tess" to shorten by given num- Der of yards. Augment" means to' fire more to the right and diminish more to the left, by a given number of degrees on the sighting apparatus of the gun. The elements" are in the various figures registered on the guns sighting apparatus when the shot is fired A piece" is a gun.
 First piece" commanded the cap tain. Direction, shelter. Five thou sand yards"
 First piece" repeated the telephon- ist into the instrument Direction, shelter. Five thousand yards"
 knew that somewhere in the thick ct, half mile back, men were point ing a cannon at mark they could not see. But for my part I could not take my gaze from that gray spot near the horizon. It seemed impossible that we, three miles away, should be able to hit that tiny mark.
 Ready" said the captain.
 Ready" repeated the telephonist.
 "Firei"
 "Firel"
 There was loud explosion, a shell whirred over my head. I gazed breath less. A long time seemed to elapse. Then black geyser as high as a tree spouted up somewhere behind and to the left of the far gray spot. knew it was behind only because the spot was not yelled by the smoke. With one is shooting at mark at ones own level three miles away accurate obser- vation is not easy.
 Long" said the lieutenant.
 Less 25, augment by l." the captain ordered
 Less 25. augment by l." echoed the telephonist.
 "Rea6y-Fire."
 The geyser in the distant field 1 sprang this time directly in line with the gray spot, but well behind it.
 Same elements" ordered the cap tain. Less 25. Ready-Fire."
 "Still long" said the lieutenant.
 'The devid," said the captain. Same elements. Less 25. Fire"
 An, The geyser sprang full in the center of the gray spot. The captain grinned at me.
 'Inscribe the elements" he ordered.
 "Inscribe the clements" repeated | the telephonist.
 Back in the battery, some one was writing on a chart the figures which would enable the gun to repeat exactly that shot at any time.
Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-26
THE PUP, THE SCISSORS GRINDER
 AND THE CAT

A roly poly. frolicsome pup rampsed up and down on the platform in front of a store in the Johnson Addition the other morning. chasing flies and whirl- ing bits of paper. In the street, just in front of the platform, a Dago scis- sors grinder was placing razor edge on a big butcher knife and humming a soft sweet little tune as he worked away. Peace. industry and playfulness prevailed.
 Enter the woman; enter trouble.
 A lady cat. gaunt and sedate. stroll ed around the corner and stopped in the street in front of the platform near