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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
<<T IGNORANCE is at times an
amusing quality" says a writ
n or in MIrhe New Statesnann

amusing quality, says a Wit
CT in "The New Statesman"
who goes on to, expose the his
torical ignorance Of men, as follows:
zone got q Certain pleasure the other
day from finding in one of the afternoon
papers paragraph headed, WAS at the
Black Hole of Calcutta which announced
that a Sergeant Roberts, who died last
week at Addlestown, assisted to fetch cut
the victims from the Black Hole at CAL
cutta One positively rejoced the follow
ing morning when leading daily paper
added a pinch of corroborative detail to
the story, and declared that the gallant
soldier was in his seventeenth year st
the time of his famous rescue exploit. It
is not that the b!under is an unusual one.
At least three Englislimen out OF four, we
fancy, have q hazy notion That the tragedy
of the Black Hole WAS one Of the incidents
OF the Indian Mutiny. When the jubilee
(as 'The Daily Telegraph called it) Of the
Indian Mutny was celebrated few years
ago, English peer made a speech In
which he took it for granted chat the in
cident OF the Black Hole was only fifty
years old, instead Of happening as it did
in l75G. This. We think, gives q fair
enough measure OF the general ignorance
Of the facts Of history. Ever schoolboy
Knows said Macaulay in his most famous
sentence. who imprisoned Montezn,ua and
who strangicd Atahualpa' Every school
boy, any examiner can tell you, knows
nothing OF the sort. The schoolboy who
bod DncpI rt A.h Ir,r ,1-r-1H b<
g&rded with awf-by his friends and rela-
tions as one predestined to great career.
The ordinary schoolbor thinks himself
lucky ii nc can remember something about
Alfred and the buns and Harold and the
arrow, and whether ii was Henry VII Who
.iad six wives or Henry VI who had eight.
His taste In historical cveuts IS simple.
Al nc asks Is 10 lie quite sure Of such
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

~ OR an hour conveys OF prison
- ers had succeeded one another
in the street of the little village.
Colonel Won Pfalzer, plunged III
melancholy, watched them pass.
All, these were not the fine soldiers
with whom, eight days earlier, he had
Quilted one Of the cities Of Brabant,
1ifers at their head, and all crying men
acingy to the inhabitants: Mach
Parish
stupehcd and disarnlel, they NON
made u pitiful appearance. From time
to time they double-quicked TO keep in
touch with the head Of the column. Then
they had the air, under their soiled uni
forms, Of a troop OF fugitives, OF
frightened beasts and their number wa
so great that the road seemed all gray
with them. The peasants no longer even
looked around at them as they marched
away.
The colonel had been captured along
with his men ut dawn that morning. He
was asleep, dreaming, no doubt, Of glory
and plumber, when the French chasseurs
gathered him in. He had jumped from
his bed, his eyes heavy with drowsiness
and his mouth pasty. and had descended
the stairs ahead Of his captors, wearing
no clothes except an undershirt and
pair OF drawers.
Below they had given him pair OF
boots and thrown cavalrynmns CLOAK
over his shoulders. 1t was very little
for Il Prussian baron. Notwithstanding,
ne suffered less in the flesh, although the
chill of the early morning was keen, than
he did in his humbled spirit.
The presence Of his officers, who had
suffered the same fate as he, soon re-
stored his haughtineSs and composure
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

1t is never too s1as-ns, 1t IS nsvcg too cool,
The roses ore neUer ope,, ride,
And no o1,e T;i1o2cs that he las died
He ,oto coa,sss through the gardens
cote,
Is nevsr afraid or dssolote.
On little paths ard Wilm and aci'td
He shall unwea,-ied pleasures f,,d.
He sheU k1,olp beoutys lost secret,
And he shall forget, he stoEy forget
Come Wtth your souJs, tteve is no fate
THAT death shall not alleviate.
am the Voice that calls to n,s1ar--
Deep IN their hearts they hear me whe41
SIT aud sing IN tho silver tree,
'Y on tcerc not end you shall not be-"
The Butterfly.
Jackal, Jackal, would not go!--
I would remember, I would know
When he comes over the still white way
That you and I have come to-day.
coCNuA, cdNn0i, lSt ll!C W6@I
And. watch for him at the Gardens gate.
The JackaI.
Day by day and year by year
Prayers like this hear.
Every soul would wait to say
Some last word about yesterday.
Every soul, if it could,
Would be better understood.
Tie Butterfly.
Jacl.al, what is the scent that cofiles-
Breath Of flowers and fragrant gums?
Jackal, what is the song hear.
So piercing high and clear?
Jackal, Jackal, see
4 shining. silver tree.
Tile .JGcnQi.
Your wings are trembling,
Gold and blue thing
They tlutter and unfold,
Blue and gold
You saw q girl die,
Butterfly. n
| may not rest
In the Garden Of the West
The way across The Desert
| have shown
Now | go back alone,
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
Translated by William, l.. Mcpherson

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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

Mexico. There
c a m e variou.
reports lat e
that he was al
adviser 10 tllat
equally mystic
rious figure.
Pancho Villa.
But if Bierce
went to Mexico
the facts are
buried there
along with the
thousand other
mysteries of a
sin feud = :
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

Unlike loves great company.
"Never was love like mine" they say,
Day and night, night and day.
The Butteyfy.
,jackal. | was slim and straight,
With LITTLE round breasts delicate,
Throat curved like crescent moon.
Bud that would be flower soon.
Warm and quick pulses were mine
] was like draught of wine
Lifted to his thirsty mouth
Like a soft wind from the South
Touching him caressingly,
Wrapping him about, when he
Saw a singing boy go by
Silently,
With his lutte unstrung, at rest,
And a lily on his breast.
The Jackol
The days go by, the days go by,
The same sun crosses the same blue sky,
The same stars shine in the depth above,
And men still dream of undying love.
The Butterfly.
Jackal, it was little thing
The boy said he could no longer sing.
He showed me his Lutte unstrung, at
rest,
And l gave him lily to wear at his
breast.
The JdcEul.
The days go by, the days 60 by,
And still there are gardens sweet with
bloom,
Lovers vow and lovers die,
To-morrow's lovers stir in the womb.
Tite Bt1tteyRy.
Jackal, Jackal, 7 saw his face
1t was strange to me.
Then I saw a shining knife
Flash suddenly.
| felt my wings of blue and gold
Unfoldr-unfold
Tie JocENl
First there is the scent Of it
Canphor and myrrh
Cinnamon and cedar
And heavy juniper.
Then there is the sound Of it,
Flute and canzonet.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
''Bitter
Bierce' -

A MBRosE BIERCE went into
"A the world again, when he was
4 seventy years old, TO seek ad-
venture, and SO far as the keep
erssof regulations, he never came back
Sometime in 1912 he was said TO be in
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

They who reach the Garden
Soon forget.
The Butterdy.
Jacllal, Jackal, how do you know
That souls forget?
You come and go .at the Gardens gate,
But have you entered yet?
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

4 red bird like jewel set
In a tilagree
Or little, shining leaves.
And he sings TO me:
Come aDith your souls, for hert await
ALL gardem joys 1,rintordinete.
The 2ri'td comes over q deep blue pool,
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29


10 the Garden of the West
The Butterfly.
played with flowers Yesterday
Are there no flowers by the way?
Is the Desert never stained
With pomegranate petals, rained
To the sand by some light wind
Sweet with peach or tamerind?
We leave the singing boys behind
Their songs were kind.
,ackal, Jackal, what shall [ find?
The Jdckal.
There was singing yesterday,
And tomorrow boys will sing;
But to-day you and
Will not hear anything.
There is lotus by the Nile,
Strange flowers in the West,
But the way between is not
Adorned for any guest.
You will find no songs nor flowers nor
rest.
The Butterfly.
Jackal, Jackal, when We reach
The Gardens lovely gate,
Will there be one to welcome US
With honey delicate?
With flower wine and pollen dew,
Who will wait for me and you?
The JacEal.
First there is the scent Of it,
aint-sweet-4far
There's little wind that tells
Where the lemons are.
Birds that crossed the sand with me
Sing in high silver tree.
The ButterFy
Jackal. Jackal, yesterday
! was a girl.
Last night | felt my wings
Suddenly unfurl.
Last night a butterfly
Saw little girl die.
The Jockal.
Over TINS white, silent way,
Day and night, night and day
Souls are led by such as /,
All surprised that bodies die;
Every soul stirred 70 surprise
When its body dies
The Butterfly.
Jackal, | was round and sweet.
boj e,,,,o1l c.,,~i !, nsI roo+
md high, silver voice,
lit for little rinkling words,
Sweet as honey on fresh curds.
| was made to rejoice;
I was made for love, men said
Brown of skin and eyes, with red
Parted lips; and ] was fed
With love words that singing boys
thought about me III their hearts
was skilled in those girl arts
That are piercing sweet. had
Al that makes boy GLAD.
The .}ockal.
Day and night, night and day
Over this white, silent way,
Such as you and such as
Still go by, still go by.
Milk child and beard Of white,
Power and glory, faith and might,
Little love-girl such as you,
Trailing wings of gold and blue;
All go the way | know
Sad, glad, eager, distressed,
FROM the Fountain of the Nile
70 the Garden of the West
The Butterfy.
Jachal, JackaI, he sang to me,
He touched me tendcrly.
He brought me lilies wet with rain,
White lilies without any stain
OF color on their loveliness,
Their perfume caress.
The singing boys seemed far away
That day.
did not hear the birds, nor see
The people go By me.
! only knew
mist OF tears, with his face
Shining through.
The JucitQl.
Day by day and year by year
Tales like this / hear.
10 every soul its bitterness
Seems like loneliness.
10 every soul love is shown
Standing alone.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

Every love seems to be
Unlike loves great company.
"Never was love like mine' they say,
Day and night, night and day.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
The Butteyilv.

[ played with flowers Yesterday
Arc there no flowers by the way?
Is the Desert never stained
With pomegranate petals, rained
To the sand by some light wind
Sweet with peach or tamerind?
We leave the singing boys behind
Their songs were kind.
Iackal, Jackal, what shall [ find?
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
the
Celebrities.

The JacIaI.
A soulless thing am 7,
That cannot die.
The gate is shut to me
Eternally.
But there is a bird that sings
In the silver tree
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
Tie .IocknI.

The sand is neither cruel nor kind.
] count the toll, l count the toll
Here soul and there soul.
Day and night, night and day,
Over the white, silent ~ay,
70 and fro
| go.
Without rest,
From the Fountain of the Nile.
10 the Garden of the West.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29
of
the West
BY Louise Driscoll

In Poetry
(Tbs Jaclal as the only oasmol that
eentues into The desert. The ancient
Egyptians belieped that every person
had soaI IN the form Of some animal,
q creetlsre sclthin Tie creature. 1t death
Tic SOIL icas released, md aUas escorted
across tho desert by The Jac&obt to q anus-
3erious HeaueN called the Garden of The
Vest)
4 Butterfly.
We leave the yellow palms behind,
The yellowrgreen date palms that stand
st the borders of The land.
There are no talking leaves out here.
The desert way is blind to NC
VIII the white sand be kind to me?
What is it that l fear
rs I leave the palms behind?
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

The Jackol
The days go by, the days 60 by,
The same sun crosses the same blue sky
The same stars shine in the depth above.
And men still dream of undying love
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

Day by day and year by year
Tales like this ! hear.
10 every soul its bitterness
Seems like loneliness.
10 every soul love is shown
Standing alone.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

1t is never TOO earn, it IS nsvcv TOO cool
The roses are neUer ope,, ayjde,
And no one f;l1o2cs that he las died.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-29

Jackal. Jackal, yesterday
| was q girl.
Last night I felt my wings
Suddenly unfurl.
Last night a butterfly
Saw Il little girl die.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Don't Let Weed. Get Started.

II the garden Is not neglected too
long 1t can be rehabilitated agnin to
some extent. but this means a long.
hard job. which is not pleasant thing
In hot weather. On the other hand, II
little judIcious work is done ut fire.
quent intervals the weeds and pests
can be kept down-and so the garden
kept up-without burdensome effort.
Never let the weeds grow tall. Kill
them with some kind of cultivating
tool when they are little, or, still bet
ter. by stirring the ground from time
to time before they appear at all; for
you may be sure that If the ground IL
not stirred frequently they will appear.
Do not let the pests get a start. 1t IL
safe to use the arsenical sprays ON late
cabbages, cauliflowers and tomatoes.
No part Of the late cabbages thus far
grown will be eaten. and furthermore,
they develop from the inside 50
that even II arsenic is used on them
late. the edible portion is protected by
the coarse outer leaves. Caulifiower
may be SO sprayed until the curd be-
gins to form. Anything that is peeled
mny be sprayed. Tomaties may either
be peeled o. washed and thus freed
from any dangerous effects.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Fatal 70 NeaIset Garden.

Neglect Of the garden during the hot
weather is fatal to a good crop. says
w. E. LOmmel of Purdue university,
assistant county agent leader. in
charge of garden work. More work in
the garden Is necessary now than at
any other time of the year. II full
value from earlier efforts Is expected.
Enthusiasm of the war gardeners must
continue till frost.
vegetables require moisture and
food for their proper development. and
the food Is not available for plant use
II water Is not-present in the soil" said
Mr.. Lommel. "A good supply Of soil
moisture in the garden, therefore, is
of vital Importance. In watering, soak
the soil thoroughly. as frequent light
sprinklings do more harm than good.
Seeds which are planted during hot
dry weather especially need artificial
.ste-ino a. ID the v"nne niant."
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Wouldn't Help L.ea, Brother.

Two Tuskegee graduates represent
ed. respectively, plaintiff and defend
ant in municipal court the other day.
The question Mt issue being close, the
judge asked for some authorities.
The attorney for the plaintiff hand
ed up q book. His honor was SO i'm
pressed with the citation that he OBJ
served. "This case seems to be in
point" When the judge had finished.
opposing counsel, much perturbed. de-
manded, "8iisto Attorney, le' me see
that book"
"NO, sah!" was the retort. Look
up 70 own law."-Chicago News.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Date. Back Centuries.

Long before the present drastic spir-
1t concerning enemy aliens showed it.
self In Great Britain, a shop door in
Bond street carried written large the
announcement that mo person of Ger
man birth, whether naturalized or not.
Is permitted to enter these premises"
It was Of course in the nature Of an
outer and visible sign of IN inward
and patriotic grace. but one wondered
on reading that notice how on earth
the owner of the premises could tell
whether his order got Obeyed or not.
Curiosity, however, did not ga SO
far as to impel inquiry in the matter,
but now that the spirit of the Bond
street shOpman is shared by the whole
nation. it might be quite worth while
for officials of several of the govern
ment departments to get a little infcr-
nation from him on "how he does It,"
Hints based on experience are not to
DO despised.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
.t'I0Fl f TOWN
Helps
COMMUNITY LIFE is BEST
Under That System Every Citizen Has
an Equal Interest In His
Own Homo Town.

Community life Is the ideal life.
People hnve more time to spend in
and about their homes md as u re-
suit take greater interest in the de-
velopment Of their immediate neigh
borhood. They are more congenial and
neighborly; they take greater pride
In keeping their homes and yards in
good condition.; they are contentcd,
more progressive and incidentally
more prosperous; their children are
raised and educated in the proper
moral environment; they associate
with good companions and grow up to
be sound. healthy, clear-thinking men
and women of the type that make the
best citizens.
/ Much more could be said Of the
community proposition. but I@believe
[ have said sufficient to prove beyond
a doubt that the development of COM
munities on a broad. systematic basis
will have tendency to increase the
number of home lovers and home
owners.
Real estate companies should avoid
as much as possible the placing of
mere allotment on the market. 1t
takes considerable time. trouble and
money to work on the community plan,
but the results achieved make the ex-
Ha effort and expense well worth
while.-Excfange.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Source Of Tlmber shifted.

Shipbuilders in Maine are bringing
timber for supplying their yards from
Oregon. This, few years ago. would
have been regarded as another In
stnnce of carrying Goals to Newcastle.
Time was when Maine had timber
enough for its own purposes and to
spare. There is, perhaps. no occasion
for alarm at the present time, but
would II not be well, even now, FOR
Maine TO begin thinking of conserving
soil Of the Aroostook? To have to 60
out of the state for timber Ii sad, but
to have to look elsewhere for potatoes
would be terribls.-Christian Scieacs
Monitor. s-..
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Carter Iron Pills
WIN restore color to the faces OF
those who lack Iron In the blood.
- most paie-faced people do.
'scuse Me, Mamma.

Ruth is just three years old. Re
Gently she has been playing with the
neighborhood children. and has learned
to use words which until then had
been foreign to her vocabulary. The
other day she was on her back porch.
The screen door came to with bang.
tipping over the chair in which were
her playthings. "Darn!" she exploded.
wrathfully. Immediately her mother.
who had heard the expression. came to
the porch. "What did you say. Ruth"
she demanded. t-sr s-
Ruth looked up from the scattered
playthings and smiled her most allur-
Ing smile. "'Scuse me, mamma she
returned.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
A Foraker Trade.

Automobile thieves have forsa&en
their trade of swiping joy wagons for
more essential wOrk-that of making
prison shoes. Very few cars have been
stolen lately. But 1t being an open in
dustry. women have invaded it. At
least one woman has. She didn't get
very far, but she was busy while in the
business. She stole car. ran down a
iLun In the next street, hoped out of
the machine, dragged her victim to the
sidewalk, sent In an ambulance call
and then, concluding that she didn't
really care for the car. walked away
and left it.-New York Sun.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
F0LkST0oF0RMAL
Drummer Rails at Prevailing
Rules of Etiquette.
Sees Ideal Condition Of Affalrs Where
Everybody Knows Everybody Eiss
BY His First Name-AsIs,
Why 8e Stranpers7

"It's cold, formal world we live In"
remarked the drummer, as he inspect
ed the bOuvenir pOstals on the rack,
"and something should be done about
II.
II must have somebody to talk to-.
somebody to listen to me especially.
And sometimes that one is hard to find.
l cannot. according to the rules of
etiquette as now interpreted. walk up
to the first man l meet and engage
him in an engrossing conversation. l
am expected to pass him up until some
friend of his or mine performs the
ceremony OF MFR. Jones. meet Mr..
Jinks.'
II won't stand on 1t or for 1t. II
there Is no one around to Introduce me
III do the job myself. When you know
how. 1t becomes very easy matter.
usually as glad to meet you as you are
to meet him. So why be strangers?
after all. this country is very
small place. Just little over hun
dred million Of us. If we were con-
genial race everybody should know
everybody else by his first name. Is
there anything sadder than the heart
of New Yorker or a Chicagoan walk
ing down the streets Of Los Angeles
and knowing nobody?
"And man who knows all the cob
blestones on Market street In Frisco
can die of loneliness on Broadway. for
all his fellow man cares. The man who
comes from the country, the tall grass.
the big woods. is not SO formal as his
city brother. l was on street car
the other day and one of the other
passengers was soil tiller. When he
got to his corner he turned around
md said: Wal, good-by. everybody
"Did 1t ta' e? My friends, everybody
in that car put on n broad smile. The
sunny Intimacy of the old man warmed
the cookies in every heart. A woman
sitting next to me. who had looked us
cold and distant rs the top of Pixies
peak from Denver, turned to me and
said: Isn't he dear old soulT
"a perfectly strange man across the
aisle came over and asked me for the
time by my watch. l am positive that
Il that neighbOrly rube hadn't broken
the ice that strange man would never
have felt free enough to make his re-
quest. II he had asked for the loan
of five would have passed 1t to him
on the spot. 1 felt SO in love with the
world.
"When I left the car Mt ray hotel
corner l was myself impelled to bid
those other people fond adieu. They
would have been put in more cheer
full frnme OF mind, and If perchance 1
ever met one OF them again In some
distant land they would have accepted
me us an old friend. And that's one
thing my system requires. 1 must
have some one to talk to. some one to
listen to me-"
''lf you were married your problem
would be solved" said the girl at the
cigar stand.
ut would not" replied the drum
mer sadly. I'm on the road all the
time and don't make enough to carry
q wife with me-"
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
New Gospel Hymn.

At New Jersey camp meeting
new song Is becoming popular as the
old gospel tunes. 1t Is Telephone TO
Heaven" Alnny OF the old hymn
writer's never heard of such thing
as telephone. but n 1918 audience
sits In the grove and makes 1t ring
with the strains of "Centra's never
busy. always on the line; you may hear
from heaven almost any thne."-Utica
IN. " Press.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
Good for Eupenica.

THE war has put an end to match.
making"
HAS II really? notice there are an
many marriages as ever"
"Of course. but the young people
arrange matters for themselves. It's
bound to be that way nowadays when
buck private In khaki stands a bet.
ter chance to win the village belle
than bankers son, who couldn't pass
the physical examination to enter the
army."-Birmingham Age-Herald.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26

At the home Of Pnul Brochier. on West
Adams street. Los Angeles.
The rock Is practically round, except
that 1t is slightly fiattened on the base
70 give 1t n firm setting. With an or
binary rock drill the inside of the stone
vas followed out so that large fiOw-
n pot would fit in exactly. A small
drainage hole WINS drilled through to
the bottom and ground pine was
planted In the flower pot.-Popuiar
Science Monthly.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
No REGARD for Nethin..

Not content with smashing records
and Huns. the American soldiers are
even going SO far as to upset the laws
of natural dynamics-puttin' the push
in Yank.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26

A brush, comb, mirror and electric
light are combined in new toilet set
thnt can he carried in pocket.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-09-26
PRETTY ORNAMENT on PORCH
II 10 Just Things Like This Floral
Urn That Add Attraetiveness
to q Town.

A large granite bowlder followed out
rs receptacle for n potted plant is
The ornament which ndorns. the porch