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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

Dfa torcthtul Theseus, w1ile the Mi,ao-
tdur
1oo6 his red toll of avhite uirqinitv
Crore mediation Glaucus' SON. yhen he
Vamquished the t7-ip1e-mouthed Chi1a,.o
for
The Lyclars, refined not back his f7,,.;o7,s
TILL he had felied the monsters foreheads
three.
Nor shall st. George of England stay his
spear
In portey, aohile yon rovemipg shane
Gcc1trSt
Ramps over life and trcads doayn arts
and lQaosi
10 yom far westward zoe will give on ear.
Where sage and safe you SIT; but hem
ace first
The dragon's teeth out of the dragons
jG1cs
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

I understand. He does not need to tell
me that the dawn is sweet to dying men
draw aside the screens
Perhaps a little cracked ice, forced into
the mouth over the broken teeth
In the diet kitchen something scuttles
away at my approach. The light is quite
bright now. Soon my relief will be com
ing. l must hurry, and yet my hands seem
to move slowly.
go back to the ward with bowl of
cracked ice and little spoon.
Suddenly the windows are ablaze with
fire, darting scarlet and gold and blue
1t is daybreakl
Locke's head has fallen forward on his
chest. The eye is staring at the window
and open wide. a little thread of blood is
flowing slowly, slowly from the mouth.
straighten his arms and legs and
cover him up.
Some one is standing in the doorway of
the ward. There are flames of scarlet
and gold and blue about his head
How high the sun must be in the skies!
1t is my relief who stands in the door
way. He is calling to me, for l see his
lips move, but l do not hear what he saws
l stagger down the ward past the double
row of cots. The peoples nod to me from
the coverlets and the floor Says away from
my feet.
Some one puts an arm about me, and
we manage the stairs. The walls and the
stairs and the ceiling are all blur.
| stumble, somehow, into bed. I re-
member that my hands are cold, so cold
but l am half asleep before 1 touch the
pillow.
hear the captains voice, as though
from far away--from the scarlet ard gold
and blue Of tho sun, perhaps--saying:
"Give the corporal quarter of morphine
Sister. No. hypodermcally. Complete col
! lapse, that's ALL"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
Sir William WatSOn'S
Suppressed S0nnets
From the English Edition of His Recent
Volume, FirstG Given to America
By Joseph B. Glider

~ EFORE I learned that the state Of
x his health would prevent Colonel
L. Roosevelt's accepting an invitation
to little-even the littlest-dinner
..r.o on the occasion of his sixtieth birth
dav October 27), wrote to a number of
h;s immediate contemporaries-a score or
more Of men of note who happened to have
hrep born in 1s5S-and bespoke their CO.
oneration Affirmative responses came from
virtually all of them except the few whose
home was England; and these-the Duke
of Bedford, Admiral Sir Charles Briggs,
ste-sent very cordial regrets.
One of the number was Sir William Wat
son. the distinguished poet, who wrote from
remote part Of the country that my letter
Of September 10 had not reached him till
mid-November. Had it come in time for
him to do so he would at least have cabled
his intense sympathy with the proposal to
honor the ex-President in the manner in
dicated. To this he added, writing shortly
before Roosevelts death:
~ have never faltered in my belief that
Colonel Roosevelt has been the wisest of
American statesmen in all things connected
with the late war. l am not wanting in
admiration of the genius and consistently
lofty purpose of President Wilson, but it
was Roosevelt who perceived and grasped
from the outset that the war was Americas
concern as truly as ours. 1t is he who
throughout the whole business has shown
himself the prophet and the seer"
In this connection it is interesting to note
that from the American edition of Sir Will
Jams "The Man Who Saw and Other
Poems are omitted a sonnet to Theodore
Roosevelt and four other sonnets, all Of
which appear in the edition issued in Lon
don by John Murray. All of these have ref
erence to the policy of the United States
in the neutrality period, save one, in which
our abandonment of that policy is dithy-
rambcally acclaimed. These sonnets are
among the strongest in the book, and their
unexplained, but not inexplicable, omission
derives the slender volume of much of its
color and interest
Assuming that American readers Will be
glad to see how our attitude toward the
war prior to April, 1917, impressed SYM
pathetic observer beyond seas, have taken
the trouble to transcribe from the English
book the poems lacking in the New York
edition.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
America Once More

This, this is the America that 1Ue k7,e1v!
Not she qohose a1m1o7w against He'll 1vas
rean7s
Of ratiocindtion; aoho IN streams
Of most inrincible ink auas lost to vioao;
But she that once her golden clarion ble7o
At Gettysburg; she on aOhose forehead
CLEANS
The 1enuanquished Morn; the America of
our Dreams
Of those immortal dreams that get are
true.
O change not back to MARBLE mighty
broUi
This human acr'ath is more majestic far.
Man needs thee, and or cause, being
Mans, is thine
Thy place IS ruth the great uho k7ono
not hoaU
To falter, though their night be rcithout
star,
And their uast agony a0lthout anody7ae
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

II PRESS my face against the cold glass
of the frightening window and peer
into the uncertain light without.
Long shadows still lie across Nthe
hills-gray, changing shadows that drift
and settle.
The sun will not rise for some time yet.
They have sent me word that my relief
Will take over charge at daybreak | won
der if win sleep when | am free to so.
l not tired, yet l have not slept for
many days At first ! counted the hours,
but now it seems that nothing matters and
that have lost all track of time
The ward is very quiet 49, just frag
mentary muttering now and then from
some tired sleeper Yet they are not all
asleep. Some have not slept since they
came down the line, long nights ago, and
sleep all too heavily. There are
screens around three beds, so that three
men may die unmatched. Soon the screens
viii be taken away-no longer needed.
Night by night, through the wind and
the rain, the conveys journey back and
FORTH and night by night there is suffer
ing and death and bitter pain in this bare
room.
Inc oarkHess ~ JUST Httlng beyond the
hills, and through the glass / watch the
old, familiar landscape emerging from the
night.
A whispered word, faint, faint and thin
as knife edge, breaks on the Stiffness
"Corporal,"
II liz Locke calling me.
I cannot understand at first He should
have been dead hours ago. Surely he
doeg not intend to live another day, with
half his face battered pulp and great
wound gouged across his chest.
! walk slowly away from the window
and down the ward. Here and there n
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
The Voice From the
Sunset

mere cane, from oatt the ocean porticoes
" that great ice-palace, Neutrality,
iesa for-bloacn acord: "No difference do /
see,
~ ought they right for, 5etsoirt these and
those"
'Fa'ssancs Of the Westi the 1OhoIe world
knoqcs
oaf enemy fghts to bind, ne fight to free.
Var a'n's are barred to the sun's scrutiny,
me n"ondoy's inquest. And il these oar
throes
aa1s no dinineness, then oil stvuggles
kaotcm,
~ deeds enaboltned and comsecrated, al
"s'y'ng Of poeoers that manacle and
snthroll,
@'sm Hellas locked NTH Persia to yortr
eun
WI mighty strife, haze been bit Kennel
5rawI,
'80 A1btub Of the gutter round q bono.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
The Fanatic
By Amy Lowell

TT IKE Don Quixotc | tilted at a windmill.
\ On my good grey horse spurred at it,
Calloping heavily the plain.
NV lance pierced the framework of sail and stuck
there,
And the impact sent sprawng the ground.
NV horse wandered away. cropping,
But started up and fell upon the windmill,
With my dagger unsheathed.
Vaantly stabbed dipping sail,
But it rose before could withdraw the weapon,
And the blade went up with it gleaming-Ackering.
Then drew pistol
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
Perspectives

seemed to foresee that speedy answer to
in a clean, sure thrust at the world he
could not believe in. Doubtless the COM
plete sense of his performance will al
ways remain caught in his own Ian
guage: it is a French untranslatable, full
of flying daughters, tiny echoes of chuck
ling, thin edges of ironic ideas that have
no equivalent in other tongues. He does
no fail to draw material from all cult
ures. Hamlet quotes Hobbies in explana-
ton of Ophelia's passion for him: Moth
ing is more agreeable in our ownership
Of goods than the thought that they are
superior to the goods of others" And
when he dies he cries with Nero, "Ah!
quals artlfeX pereO,"
There are many diversions of ideas.
Hamlet carries with him package of
Bulls Eye" the equivalent of later
Bull Durham. Polonius was a bon
vtvant who died Of apoplexy. On the
headstQne of his grave Hamlet finds en-
graved words. Words. Words !"
Yorick, Hamlet learns from a grave dig
ger, is the son of a gypsy and his half
brother disability" exclaims Hamlet in
the play meant to destroy his false
mother and her king, "thy name is wom-
an" The play is too much for royalty;
it is so bad that they become easy prey
to death.
Arthur Symons has translated the
graveyard soliloquy:
perhaps I have still twenty or thirty
years to live, and shall pass that way
like the others Like the others? O
Totally, the misery of being there no
longer! An, would like to set out to-
morrow and search all through the world
for the most adamantine processes of
embalming. They, too, were, the little
people of History, learning to read, trim
ming their nails lighting the dirty lamp
every evening, in love, gluttonous, vain,
fond of compliments, handshakes and
kisses, living on bell-tower gossip, saying,
What sort of weather shall we have to-
morrow? Winter has really come. I.
W. have lIdU IO plulIS LulS year. All.
everything is good, if it would not come
to an end. And thou, Silence, pardon the
Earth; the little madcap hardly knows
what she is doing; on the day of the
great summing up of consciousness be-
fore the Ideal, she will be labelled with
a pitiful iden, in the column Of the pinia-
ture evoutions of the Unique Evolution,
in the column Of negligible quantities.
To die. Evidently, one dies with
out knowing it, as. every night, one en-
tiers upon sleep. One has no conscious
ness of the passing of the last lucid
thought into sleep, into swooning, into
death Evidently. But to be no more,
to be here no more, to be ours no more!
Not even to be able, any more, to press
against ones human heart, some idle
afternoon, the ancient sadness contained
in one little chord on the piano."
There is in this what Mr. Symons calls
his daughter of Pierrot, more than half
a sob, and shaken out of him with de-
plorable gesture of the thin arms, thrown
wide" Laforgue, too, was a Hamlet,
when he lived even as when he died.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
Daybreak'' 1.-The Story Of an Orderly

tortured sleeper stirs under the white
coverlets.
There are poppes woven into the pat
tern of those coverlets-great, full blown
poppies that hang their heads and are
drowsy, as though with sleep. l only wish
that l could feel as tired as they, but
wide awake. Perhaps my eyes have
forgotten how to sleep.
The bombardier IN thirty-six looks gray
and old in the half light of the dawn. Yet
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16


him with the answer before he has
himself finished hunting for it. Ac-
tors have the fine fortune to parade in
their Hamletique PROSECUTIONS as if 1T
were disguise taken on for the moment
Thus they escape the implication that
underneath they, too, are contemplating
the abysmal mystery of existence or have
any doubts of its necessity. The rest Of
US, gravediggers, lawyers, storekeepers,
presidents and professors-of all kinds
spend our days in more or less open
confession of it. Cone Hamlet the less"
says Jules Laforgue when his cosmic
Harlequin in the "Moralite Legendaries"
goes down before the poignard of
Laertes, and he adds with little laugh,
'but the race of them still lives"
This was Hamlet that Shakespeare
saw only for minute, the Prince who
laughed at the stupidities of Polonius and
in rare intervals could be contemptuous
of the world. In a time when the Ham
let in each of US faces about again tow
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

he is not old-eighteen, perhaps. His lips
are blue and twisted and he has bitten his
tongue, for there is blood in the corners
of his mouth I wonder vaguely when I
will bring the screens for him.
There have been screens about Lockes
bed for two days now. l move them aside
and speak to him. One eye opens and
looks at me- The white gauze bandages
cover the rest of the head. Anyway, the
other eye is gone.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

''What time is it?"
look at my watch.
almost half-past five, old man."
when will it be morning, corporal?"
tell him.
"Will you lift me up? p the voice
trails away.
gather the broken body in my arms
Slowly, slowly. l put two pillows behind
him and turn the head slightly, so that
the eye may see.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
The Laughter of
Another Hamlet

HAMLET is in each of US;
every man asks many times
whether he will be or not be,
and let's his mortality sunnlv
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

well continued Gramp remniscently,
as lie tapped his pipe on the piazza rail,
81 remember l had collar once, cut down
from fathers. That was great day fer
me, and twice in my boyhood 7 had nat
that hadn't been worn by Uncle Charles or
Uncle George or your grandfather And
once | had a pair of boots. ! remember
those boots 80 we'll as if it were only yes
terday. And as for neckties, why, until
was thirty-fve I never knew what a real
necktie was. And so you see, Dickie," con-
tinued Gramp, when I see a young man
Of your promise throwing away so much
money on clothes I feel ike checking him
before it is too late and he becomes a dude.
For you know, Dckie, once a dude always s.
dude"
Auntie, who had been sitting staring at
the old gentleman as if he were a curious
kind of maniac, suddenly arose and entered
the house. In moment she returned
holding in her hand number of daguerreo-
type cases.
Here, Dickie,' she said, addressing that
grinning hopeful, "here are some pretty
accurate pictures of your grandfather at
that time. Perhaps he may recognize them"
and she opened and passed the first on to
the old gentleman and his grandson.
The picture was Of small boy in a
PLAID dress, ankle-ties, and with his hair
curled and a prodigious ringlet down ths
middle of his forehead. Under the picture
were the words, Little George on his 4th
birthday" The next picture was of boy
Of thirteen or fourteen, with waist Of
checked linen trousers buttoned to the
waist and reaching to the ankles, white
stockings slippers, q spencer or curious
sort Of short jacket, and Rollo hat Under
the picture were the words, George, aged
thirteen
The third was Of beauteous youth Of
nineteen, with a most lurid thunder and
lightning vest, high dickey loose and
abundant necktie, swallowtail coat. evil
IDENTIFY bright blue, with brass buttons. a
pair of nankeen trousers, vanished boots.
SLOUGH hat and severely black gloves. He
bore most stern and forbidding aspect.
and evidently considered himself the Beau
Brummel of the locality The picture was
labelled Mr.. George Shute, aged eighteen y
The next case when opened disclosed the
picture Of young man, with mustacae
and side-whiskers, raven black, long black
oroadcloth coat, voluminous gray trousers
falling in folds abok his manly legs, white
vest stock and black silk scarf. brightly
polished boots, cane and. wonder of won
ders high silk hat. This picture bore the in
scription, "Mr George S. Shute. ESQ.
aged 24.'
AS Cramps eyes focused each picturs r.
succession look Of amazement and CON.
fusion passed over his countenance, but M,
Tor long, for he was game.
Well Dickie." he said sorrowsully, aT am
prepared for most anything. but I nsv.,
expected your aunt would do this. Thss,
pictures are Of my Uncle George, whc dief
before was born"
1eorge Shute!" gasped Auntie. "weu.
never didl*
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
10 a Would BE
Umpire

- fsrseus babbted not Of peacc, m1tile
free
gsa0 mere stan the Govgom's taloqss.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

How do you do, Professor Tufts?' said
Gramp, suddenly bowling low
Dick started guilty, hastily pocketed his
pipe, and glanced round in confusion to find
nobody
Gee, Gramp What do you want to scare
a fellow to death for?" he gasped, taking
out his pipe again. Il thought l was on
probation sure
"a guilty conscience needs no accuser,
Dickie. See Exodus, chapter 3, verse 16,
edition of 1908. Well, as I was saying,
from my earliest days had to work my way
along, and clothesl we'll if you could have
seen my outfit you would have laughed. and
would have pitied me. Poor boy, poor boy"
he continued sadly. Lessee, sister, how
long did l wear those oilcloth pants that
were made out of the kitchen carpet?
Was 1t five years or six? I never could
remember, only I know I wore them so long
that I had the pattern printed on me so
that it lasted until I was twenty-ons years
old
Then do you remember my Sunday suit
sister? A blue-drilling coat, no vest,
jumper made out of the greenish-yellow
lining of an old chase top, pair of pants
made out of the lining of an old side saddle
that had been hanging up in the shed since
1902, and an old pair of Uncle Georges
boots SO run over al the heels that became
temporarily bowlegged."
well, I never did, George" said Auntie
IN amazement
"You see Dickie, your aunt was very
dressy, and of course some ore of the family
had to go short, and it generally fell on
me. and I felt dressed up as long as
wasn't arrested by the police for being in
sufficiently clothed But your aunt. why,
her toilets were the talk of the county"
my gracious! George Shutel" remon-
strated Auntie.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16
Cramps Thunder-and-
Lightning Vest
Being Discourse of Gentleman of the
Old School on the Folles of Modern Dress
BY Judge Henry A. Shute
author Of The Real Diary of Real Bou."

Gee, Auntie," said Dick, 81 didn't think
that of you
you know I did no such thing, Dickie."
said Auntie, but anything would be justit-
able to get rid of some of his old clothes
| do hope, Dickie, you viii try and always
look neat and well dressed, as gentleman
should"
"Now, sister, said Gramp in tone of
remonstrance, don't try to make dude of
the boy. 1t is enough to know that he
wears ice cream pants, turned up almost
far enough to show his knee-caps, and
Mary Jane shirt with sleeves rolled up,
traverse-runner yellow shoes, and such
striped adder stockings,
as it right that an old mans declining
years should be made sorrowful by the
contemplation of such foolshness ?" de-
manded Gramp in tone of sorrowful ear
nestness, winking at Dick as he spoke, who
grinned, took a seat on the steps, after
carefully pulling up his trousers, and draw
ing pipe from mis- pocket filled and lighted
it.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-16

~ RAMP sat in his favorite rocking
chair on the broad piazza. He
was asleep. The rhythmic creak
Perth Amboy evening news., 1919-12-02
TAXATION BOARD PLANS
TOUR OF MIDDLESEX

NEW BRUNSWICK, Dec. 2:-At
the regular meeting of the Middlesex
County Board of Taxation yesterday
1t was decided that members of the
board visit assessors around the
county and decide on the 1919 as
sessments. December 8 has been
fixed as the date for the first Of these
meetings, and If this day is unfit for
the trip, the following day will start
the tour. The schedule as prepared
for December s is:
South Amboy, $50 A. M, City Hall.
~Sayreville, 8, residence Of the asses
sor.
South River. go, residence of the
assessor.
Old Bridge, $40. Old Bridge Hotel.
S~potswood, 10, residence of the as
SCISSOR.
Helmetta. 1890, American Snuff
Works.
Jamespure. II, residence of the as
Monroe Township, 11.30. residence
Of the assessor.
Cranbury, ~, residence OF the as
SCISSOR.
~PIainsboro, . P. NJ, Fly's Store.
South Brunswick, 2. EMS Store.
Midtown, 3, Hodap's Store.
L. Brunswick, 8, Hodap's store.
N. Brunswick. 3, Hodap's Store.
The board will also try to arrange
to hold meetings on the other side
of river the latter part of same week.
Announcement VIII be made in next
few days. Special meetings for as
sessments on large factories. etc ,
will be called by the county board.
Perth Amboy evening news., 1919-12-02
ARREST 4 MORE
FOR ROBBERIEG
Girl Included in Those Taken by
Local Police

Several more arrests have been
made on the Monmouth county tire
theft of early Thanksg wing morning
in this city. Detective Sergeant Huff
together with Detectives Muska,
Hartman and Gutowski toured the
northwestern part of the city last
night. and took into custody Mary
Forrest and Paul PassaIeli, Of 477
New Brunswick avenue; Anthony
Cocaconi, Of Rathburn street, and
Frank Niginio, of Ogden place. The
first two were arrested in the first
raid, but were let go, when the Mon
mouth county authorities failed to
identify them.
They were re-arrested last night
and Detective Rue Of Monmouth
county decided to hold her as a wit
ness. Cocaconl and Viginio were
identified as accomplices In the rob-
berry, while Passaleli was again re-
leased. The three new arrests were
turned over to the Monmouth county
detective.
The material found in the house at
the time of the raid on ATT New
Brunswick avenue, has been identi-
fled by Simon Sc~hoenbeum, Of Keas-
hey, who states his place was entered
November 10. This information
clears up a robbery hat was never
heard of before, and 1t Is expected
further arrests may follow from this
finding.
Perth Amboy evening news., 1919-12-02
PROVIDES
AID FOR PUBLIC
Comfort Stations In De
Woes Proposed Measure

Renewing his efforts which began
last year, AssembIyman Fred w.
DeYoe, of Middlesex county, has
drawn a tentative draft Of a bill
which he will introduce at the next
session of the legislature, providing
for the erection and maintenance of
public comfort stations in cities hav-
ing a population exceeding 10000
inhabitants. The bill, as drawn, will
provide for the construction and
maintenance of public comfort sta
tons for use by men and ONE IN
all cities having owe 10000 resi-
dents; the stations to be maintained
under the jurisdiction Of the local
boards of health, and such boards
following the general plan outlined
by the State Board of Health and to
be uniform throughout the entire
state of New Jersey.
Mr.. DeVoe states that the bill viii
probably contain a section providing
a method whereby funds can be
raised to defray the cost of the erec-
ton of such stations, and it is posi-.
BILE that a bond issue scheme will be
the one decided upon.
1t Is understood hat Mr.. DeVoe
will put the proposition before Gov
rho Edwards and endeavor to have
the new governor urge the passage
of the public comfort station bill in
his first address to the legislature.
Mr.. DeVoe invites suggestions from
anyone interested in the proposition,
always with a view toward making
the bill as practical and workable as
possible under the circumstances.