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Bisbee daily review., 1919-01-19
ReEIew PhoenIx Rureaul

PHOENIX. Ariz., Jan. 1S.-The case of William TTuax and Will liam A. TruaX, co-partners. ap- pellants. against Michael Corri- gan. Bisbee local No 2S0, of the Cooks and Walters union of Bis bee. and others appellees, known as "the picketng case" will get a hearing in the United States su- preme court
 This is a case in which the state supreme court recently held that the state law permitting picket
Bisbee daily review., 1919-01-19
AmERlcAN MEETs VIsIToR.
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IFN ReVlFW Leaseu WlIe1 SEATTLE, Wash, Jan. IS. - Miss Helen Stuart Dudley, settlement work CT of Boston, Mass, is here to meet Mme Breshskovskaya and to escort her east. Miss Dudley said she has known Mime. Breshskovskaya for years.
Bisbee daily review., 1919-01-19
DISAPPEARANCE OF RADICAL'S MYSTERY OF BOLD CRIME.
Officials Seek Bruised, Bat tered Corpse of Rosa Lux emburg, Liebknecht's Chief Lieutenant in Bolshevism

BERLIN, Friday. Jan. 17 (By the Associated Press).-At a late hour to- night the whereabouts of the bruised, battered and bullet perforated body of Rosa Luxemburg. chief lieutenant of the late Dr. Kari Liebknecht, leader of the Spartacans, continues to be the most puzzling feature of the tragedy which brought to a temporary halt all Spartacan and bOlsheivki activities in Germany The military authorities are still Investigating the action of the commanding officer, assigned to the motor car, which was supposed to carry the woman to jail. and which halted just long enough to permit a stranger to jump on the running board and fire the fatal shot, after which other persons rushed up. seized the body and disappeared.
 The date of the internment of the body of Liebknecht has not yet been decided upon, but it was stated to- day that the dead Spartacan leader would not be buried in Berlin. It is not unlikely that any attempt to make his funeral the pretext for a big dem onstratiOn would meet with prompt opposition by the military government. which for the present is prohibiting street parades.
 Spartacans Discouraged
 The city has been so completely garrisOned with new troops as to dis courage the Spartacans from attempt ing any propaganda at this time. With the death of the two leaders, the Red Flag also disappeared from the list of Berlfn's revolutionary journals. l. was floated in the early weeks of the rev olution by Liebknecht and Rosa Lux emburg, as the official organ of the German bOlsheviki, for which purpose Russian rubles were available in con spicuous profusiOn. The Red Flags editorial rooms have been occupied by government troops Herr Myer and Herr Marcusson, co-editors with Lieb- knecht and Rosa Luxemburg. also have fled. Die Freiheit, the organ of the independent socialists. appears to have assumed the editorial legacy be- queathed by the Red Flag, as the newspaper seems to have become the official mOuthpieee of the German bol- shevikL
Bisbee daily review., 1919-01-19
OTHERS EN ROUTE HOME
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(By Review Leased Wlre)
 WASHINGTON, Jan. 1S.-Departure from French ports of the battleships New Jersey and Nebraska and the transports Haverford, Maui and Zee landia with returning troops, was an nounced today by the war department. The New Jersey is due January 27 with about 50 officers and 1700 men of the following units: l1th battalion. goth Engineers, composed of headQuar- ters, medical detachment and detach- ments from the 32d, 33d and 34th com panies First and Second railroad ar tillery ordnance repair shops 4S0th and 4S1st aero squadron; 13 casual officers; detachment from 106th sani- tary train. The railroad repair shops, 4S0th aero squadron and the sanitary train troops have been assigned to Camp Meade, Maryland, and the 4Slst aero squadron to Ft. Slocum, New York
 Many Units Aboard
 The Nebraska, also due January 27. has on board the 311th field battalion signal corps complete, en route to Camp Grant, and the medical detach- ment, headquarters and Companies E and D of the 42lst telegraph battalion, signal corps, which will be divided be- tween Camps Dodge, Iowa, and Meade. The headquartsrs. supply detachment, and Companies F. and D of the 422d telegraph battalion also on board. will be divided between Ft. Wood. N. r.. and Camp Meade. Other troops on the Nebraska are casual Company No 22S (Maryland) and a few casual offic- CTS.
 The Haverford. due January 30. is bringing nearly 2OOO officers and men. The 65th regiment, coast artillery, complete. is on board with a casual company of colored troops from Mary land and 37 sick and wounded of ficers
 The Maui is due January 25 with Companies A. B and and a medical detachment of the S14th pioneer infan-
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WEATHER

Sunday and Monday fair; no change in temperature.
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The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05
everywhere evident from the well di.
rected wedding arrangements to the
realistic courtroom scene.
Don't Miss Common Cause


You will regret It IL you do. 1t is
thoroughly enjoyable. Fashioned aft.
err the j. Hartley Manners ard Ian
lay Beth stage play, Getting To.
gether,' j. Stuart Blackton's war
drama, The Common Cause" brings
to the screen a picture in which the
thrills are often expertly devised and
the laughs never miss fire. The story
has many entertaining qualities,
abundant vitality being one of its
prominent merits. Its complications
are few and easily followed, and the
serious motives are Offset by q num-.
Der of comic scenes that will start a
barTage of chuckles every time one
of them is shown. Tomorrow, next
year or ten years from now the tumor
of Tommy Atkins and his; french
chum will still be fresh apa appetiz-
ing. The mass Of moving picture pa
irons who go to the trsatre solely to
be entertained and amused have a
treat in store.
After opening with the most impress.
-sive prologue impressive both by its
significance and its artistic excellence
lever given war drama, "The Com
mon Cause" gets down to brass tacks.
as the saying has It, and scorns no
means, however lowly, to build up its
dramatic situations and add to its al
ways honest If obvious merriment.
AT times some OF the business
smacks Of the overdone lnelodrama OF
the old popular priced theatre, and a
more direct method OF arriving at the
climaxes Of several Of the big scenes
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05

would tighten up the suspense. There
is an evident determination, however,
Ion the part d the producer to employ
every means in his power to insure
correct atmosphere and adequate por-
trayal Of the men and women Of the
story. The scenes OF soldiers In bat.
tie are simulated with convincing real.
ism, and the reproduction Of compare
lively normal life In a French village
before and after an attack is equally
we'll done.
The hand Of the experienced drama.
fist is shown in the directness Of the
story and th defective intermingling
Of its comic relief. Orrin Palmer and
his wife have drifted apart before the
picture begins, and Mrs. Palmer is
carving on q filtration with Edward
Wordsworth. This episode is only
slightly developed. but both Palmer
and his wife seem to sensible not to
have adjusted matters before they had
gone too far. A separation follows,
lust before the United States enters
the war. Mrs, Palmer is among the
first to offer her services, aud her hus.
band and Wadsworth secure commits
sions in regiments that reach the
front at about the same time. New
thoughts and aspirations are born in
them, the baptism Of fire that ali three
pass through drives out every unwnr.
thy desire and, after deeds OF hero.
ism are performed blythe tro, husband
and wife are reunited by the man who
once sought to part them forever
The comedy plot deserves a para
graph by itself. 1t is another case
OF the eternal triangle. The three
persons that compose 1t are q British
Tommy, .poilu aud a saucy tavern
maid. Lawrence Grossmith, who.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05
HOME FROM ARMY,

James E. Yates. who was recently
discharged from military service at
Camp Humphreys, Va, and his wife
are keeping house for the formers
parents. Mr.. and Mrs John G. Yates,
Of Kingmont, who are visiting their
daughter, Mrs. Harry Amos, OF Tip.
pecanoe, Ohio.
Upon return Of the visitors young
Mr.. and Mrs Yates will move Into
their new home on the Grafton pike
near Watson.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05

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EKkIiMERa roNIohr.

Ninetrelsy.
NJ i III. ~. :. .Elks' Minstrels
Iliefeal Comedy,
ii1I6nt rome Modern Love Makers
PlloteFIays.
i'SI ~. d: I. The Law OF the North |
DIN Z. I. y, 5; The Common Cause
~ = 4 4: Z VI Her Only Way
sf HE Grand we're any larger, the
lit night Of the Elks' Minstrel
would probably see the greatest
gn0tnher Of paid admissions at that I
house The performance last night !
A ieiit even better than the initial pre- |
s ID ton, due 10 the fact that q little [
4 amiliarity With the footlights had
f0bbed d public appearance OF Its ter
f6fS for the inexperienced. Just a
little more dash was noticed all
Through the show, aud the audience
too seemed more appreciative for, plan-
t90us did prolonged applause was &C
corded ever number. The feature OF
Z Tie show list night shifted to one OF
the hId mar. Ed Slack, who celebrated
am tEersary OF his first appear
+ a6cS 81 IaipStrelsy just thirty.elght
4 Voafs ago. Admitting friends Of whom
I li8 GaS hundreds spar edno expense in
ss4jSEtIRg and presenting him with a
lsSfNfjkt boquet. He accepted it
m EefliiE, but the length Of the pro
& ~, - made an extended speech seem
III .RiS9hfes so Sd merely bowed his
eAgements, and we all knew
sh0H happy the remembrance made
SEii9fiep Ray ~ Nelson.
ne many startling moments
81 XIV. of the North" at the Mel !
N shjch Charles Ray plays the
4 nh1t b the young French Canadian,
1l]lnqNn As the Eaglet. The magnin-
Gette Gt tile Northern country is
Ipftrayed by the all.seeing eye
~ Sfh9 camera and the action moves
diiiGlelR nd dramatically. An espe-
4. s,iE tepSe moment transpires when
IsRTiot fret begins to suspect his
kat horrible death, as blood drips
HON tiIAltpom above on the table be-
l6Se Witch he is standing The sug-
Is very real. One can almost
tel the terror that grips the young
nan. and the last scenes where he en-
ss ~ s ~ s NJ . s;star and finds her
} IN ~. X " y. - sansi,v efiect;ve Charles
49, w st,s 4 svar il this 10
.,.,s ~ ii, Z u ter,zation He
i, " frorr first "a last and
!, s,,Ity far nayer oyeracting
~ 81 sss u ~ - "A 4
& 4 TX ma Nap,at discovering
81 = ~ * II t,s <, s,,,v . No;r has
4, "a III AZ mn swav With his SSH
n t,t ~. n, !. rsvsmee nasnite he
~ ,s,vas rhsrase T;e Noir's
HE Sf,iisiyv an dstarts in nursliit of the !
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05
PLENTY Of Hokum at Hlpp.

Plenty Of Hokum at Hlpp.
II the looks Of the program counts
for anything. the change at the Hip
tonight ought to bring US something
pretty good. The King Of the Canui.
bal Island" is the title, and the open.
er is scene in the temple OF the king
introducing special scenery, costumes
and dances. Nine Beele, a very cley.
or lady, sings Give Me AL Of You
from Flora Bella. She also sings 10
Sabo Milo" in Italian. She is also in
Give Me the Moonlight with Nat
Firber For straight hokum. THE Ar.
rival Of the Glorious King ought to
be sufficient, with Firber leading.
Edna Ramsey has a Spanish dance; and
burlesque magic is woven In for fun
only. For a closer, a medley Of war
songs and national airs are used APP
propriate costumes being used very ef-
tectiyely.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-05
oeal Nan il proaus.r { Field

Local Man IN Producers Fleld.
B. Z. Hale. who has Tor number
81 years been interested Ia things the:
atrical and has served the profession
IN various capacities. was IN Fairmont
this week after an extended business
trip through Phllippi and nelghborine
towns. Mr.. Halls Ii booking dates for
Hale g Lytton, home talent producers.
They are putting on q big home talent
production at Philippi soon TOR the
Knights Of Pythias, and a treat is said
to be In store. Hale who usually says
but little about what he is going to do.
hut goes ahead and does Il, is enthu-
siastic over the talent that he has en-
listed. He states that n all his years
Of experience he has not connected up
with finer folks or with an aggrega-
ton that promised better show than
bis Philippi cast. Here's hoping sue
cess follows the new company.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26
The Call of Old >Er in

round! The landlord were kapin' thim lakes for his sportin' frinds. Sure, didn't I pass part O me time in pris- on fer f1shin' an thim lakesI'
 |" Tis the fine bold lad ye must ha' been!" commented Maria.
 Bowers laid down his grubbing hoe and looked at her with a whimsical smile.
 Sure, Michael Flanagan Bowers is the fine, bold lad yet, and ye know him we'll, and when the loneliness is not pressin' on him! Since I'm not young any more, and can't travel aisy from place to place, from wan state to another. I've got me g home to stay in, but sometimes I'm the lonely wani"
 "'Tis me that's tired of the travel in'!" commented Maria But a noorse must go with thim she's workin' fer, an the rich ones must be eternally chasin' the warrum in winter and the cool in summer. You'd think they 1iv- ed in prison houses, the little time they kape to their homes. Sure, think 'tts fine to have a home to stay in, and had I a pot of gold I'd buy me one!'
 There's a crock .of gold behint a deep pool in Donegal observed Bow CTS, "that'd buy many a home!"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26

their visit to the rustic furniture man little John reminded her, ''The stick man said I could go on the mountain with him when he went for moro sticks this morning, Maria!"
 To his surprise Maria needed no urging. The little company had climb ed more than two miles up the noun tain road, past groves of laurel and patches of rhodendron before Bowers began to cut out his sticks and roots.
 Sure, there be plinty of shrubbery all along" Maria wondered. Why not get the timber closer by the town?"
 Bowers laughed. "Pltnty, indade, frind, but the closely mountain sides belong to the man that ownse the hotel where ye and the child's people do be stopping. And these rich vans won't let you get twig off their lands; no, not even if they have no use for it theirse'fs at ali-at all! So I gather my wood aff a frind's lands up here"
 Iris the way they do things in Ire land, too," remarked Maria. Bowers smiled grimly. There were lakes close where were born and lived to my twintieth year, with many a meal O fish in 'em, and my father and my mother Twin on pitaturs the year
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26

treble of the man who sat working at bench. cunningly put together thing of laurel and rhodendron branches, and gnarled and twisted roots.
 "Oh, John, darlint!' protested the panting Maria. You will be after pardonin' his impudence, sor-'tis many day he Is from a man yeti"
 The worker. an alert little man of sixty, with limpid blue eyes, turned. Sure" he protested. with an engag- ing smile, "is ut that look like body that does not know a child from a grown-up7'
 When Maria returned in the dusk, with her charge. to the Mountain View, where on their way home from Flori- da little Johns parents had stopped for the month of March, to play golf and bridge, she had tucked in her belt 6 bit of shamrock and her eyes were brighter than the stars beginning to come out over the mountain. It had been so long since she had talked with any one of her own age from the "old sod." and old Michael Bowers, the rustic furniture maker, understood and appreciated the things of her youth.
 Very early the next morning after
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26
Changes Wrought by Misfortune

Mother is frai1, but cheerful, thank you"
 Quaint idea, this shop!" French went on. Mary"
 Another customer entered and then another. He had no chance to say more. So he bought a box of salted almonds and went away. But Mary knew that he would come again.
 She did not want him to come again. He was not changed, but she was ma teriaIly. She wondered how she had ever come to engage herself to him. It was not because he was rich, for then she had no need to covet riches. It could not have been because she loved him. Girls are such fools" she thought. "He was romance itself to me. But he hadn't spark Of herotsm in him. When trouble came he failed me. He went away and then he wrote that letter, 50 carefully worded, and yet knew what he meant. He wish ed me to free him. And I did. I was more disgusted than heartbroken. No, I certainly did not love him. and I love him less now, because see him more plainly. I would not trade my candy shop and present security for all he possesses. But then I EhaA
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26
T he End of he Last Dance
MademoiSelle

doors for the season. MademofselIe Riberia was exceedingly good to look upon. Her skin was so different from that of the girls of Genoa and Nice. Her lips-you can see I well remem- ber-were a vivid scarlet, and won derfully curved. When she danced, can never forget it. her 1.-the, young body swayed to the melody of the strings like a joy-intoxicated fairy dancing in the moonlight. An, but she was exquisite, peerless! There were many who quickly realized this, and Mario was one of them.
 The young man from Naples in all of his twenty-four years had never seen anyone like her. The first night she appeared, costumed for her dance, he sat staring at her, over his music rack. with parted lips. It was as if he were gazing upon a beautiful vii sion, and when she danced, his subju- gation was complete.
 That night. high up under the roof of the great hotel, he fell asleep with her name on his lips.
 Sonia craved admiration. When she saw the violinist of the Bella Vistas orchestra was casting adoring eyes upon her. shes responded with heavy lidded glances and demure little smiles that acted like champagne up- on his romantic imagination. The dancer missed her Paris and anything in the way of a irritation she wei comed at the moment. Mario, poor lad, did not know this. How could he? He thought his passion was being re- turned. and when c kissed her for the first time, one afternoon in the Roman Gardens, back of the hotel, all the worship in his Latin blood fared up.
 "Adoratai" he murmured madly. You will love me, always as I love you! You will love me forever eternamente! Say it, swear it, pie cina mia!"
 Sonia, little frightened. but thrilled by his ardor. laughed lightly.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26
By Elsie Endicott

Irish fools 1ovin' you, and she'd hate to give you up, but@
 Iris the best cookin' I've ate since I left the old sod,' Bowers declared wistfully the next time Maria and lit tie John were out with him, and Ma ria produced a picnic lunch she had prepared herself When you are gone to the north, mavorneen, I'll get no more picnic dinners like these."
 For three words I'd not go to the north," burned in Marias heart. For the love of Mike, say thim, mani" she thought.
 At the end of the week Mrs. Nugent informed Maria that in answer to a telegram in two days they would start for New England. That night there was no sleep for Maria, but it was near dusk the next evening before her mind was made up. Just before sun set she led little John past Bowers house. His face lighted at sight of her.
 "Is there anywhere I could be speak ing to you without the whole town to be listening to what we'd be saying?" she asked him.
 High up on the mountainside Bow CTS stopped to gather a spray of the pink arbutus. "'Tis the pink av it
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26

heard. Then, at last when he finally his mirth.
 Insect" he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, report at once to Ro- dolfo and tell him I say your salary is to be doubled You have given me the best laugh I have had in twelve years!"
 Mario's face whitened and his voice, when he spoke, trembled.
 You have heard! If you persist shall be compelled to-to-"
 Continue, by all means" Scott said, as the young man hesitated to moisten his dry lips. Your conversa- ton is enjoyable."
 Mario looked at him graveIy.
 You see fit to jest. Very we11-if you force your unwelcome attentions on Signorina Riberia, in the future, I shall have to kill you!"
 When he closed the door the Barone was still laughing
 Later, Mario met Sonia in the per 6Old dl tno WdleI eOS0 dIlQ IOlu heE what he had informed the Barone
 And" he concluded, "if he troubles you, shall do what I have said"
 Mon Dieu!" the dancer cried, an- grtly. Why did you say such 8 thing? He Is my friend, my good friend! knew him in Paris-before I knew youi You have insu1ted him!"
 Mario sflenced her with a gesture.
 That Is true, but you have heard what they are saying" he replied, in- dicating the hotel back of them, with a motion of his hand. "I can not all low such talk"
 Sonia jumped up.
 You can not allow it!" she said harshly, emphasizing her words with a stamp of her foot, "and who are you to prevent me from continuing my friendship with himi"
 Mario steadied himself against the balcony rail.
 "But-but-they say he loves you!"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26

never have the chance"
 That evening after the shop was closed and her mother had retired and the old candy workers had gone to sit beside their lamp, Mary went into the garden of the old Doubleday house to sit alone and breathe the air. It was a neglected garden, yet lovely still with it's fringes of hol1yhocks and mats of feverfew, columbine and love tn-the-mist. Mary sat down on the bench under the dWarfed sumac, with her face toward the haroor which glittered with lights. The sound of a band playing there and the bells of the yachts came to her on the salt breeze. She clasped her hands behind her head and leaned back resting and dreaming.
 Presently she turned her head and saw a man standing within ten feet of where she sat, looking wistfully at her. He was very tall and dark and strong looking. His bead was bare. and his negli2ee shirt showed his magnificent thr6at.
 "Fairy1and. isn't it, over there?" he said and pointed with his pipe. Don't you wish you were there. Mary, where they're dancing and lauEhin&7 You
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26

curious concerning her-although she had looks that many a woman who owned a yacht and a limousine and Q summer place might have envied-but because she who had once been rich and a belle and had come of one of the oldest families in the state was now presiding over a candy shop in the very town where her naughty an cestors lived.
 Mary knew this, but she sold them candy as calmly as if she did not. Nothing could undo her composure She had made one swift step from the past to the present in Ye Olde Colonial Candy Shoppe. Misfortune had over taken her in a night. She had been in the height of her happiness; her debut still topic of conversation: her en- gagement to Nicholas French just an- nounced, when her father shot himself and precipitated the ruin of his affairs. The shock nearly killed Mary's moth CT. but Mary herself was braver. When she found that everything they had in the world belonged to somebody else and that the man she believed in had forsaken her and that her own head and hands must provide every bit ot bread she ate in the future as well as