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The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
PRESIDENT DENNY IS
 SENDING OUT CATAL0GS

University, June 14.-(special)- Prof. John M Gallalee of the college of engineering at the university, who has been on a leave of absence the past season, will return to his work here this fall. Professor Gallalee has been teaching at She University of Wisconsin during the past winter. The college of engineering at tho university is growing rapidly and plans are being perfected to take care of a large enorllment next Sep tember.
 President Denny announces that the regular catalog is being mailed. Mail bags stuffed with this years catalogs will carry them into homes all over Alabama. High school grad uates in every county, town and city in the state will be studying its pages to inform themselves as to the gieat opportunities offered by the capstone.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
DIAL EXPLAINS BILL By Assoclated Press

Washington, June 14.-Senator Dial of South Carolina. explained to the Senate today his bill to amend the cotton futures trading act by giving buyers and sellers of cotton contracts the option of requiring delivery of half of the cotton in two grades. Considerable interest in the bill. now before the Senate agricultural com mittee, was manifested by the New England and western senators. That the present cotton futures law was Tone sided, unjust. unfair and not honest" was asserted by Senator Dial Senator Shoot, republican. Utah, asked whether the law had not been drawn in part by MT. Dials colleague. Senator Smith, democrat, South Carolina and Senator Dial re- piled that thU Smith-Lever law was a step in the right direction but did not 10 far enough
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
WOODS TO SUCCEED WILLARD
 By Associated Press

Washington, June l4-Cyrus H. Woods of Greensburg, Pa. has been selected by President Harding as ambassador to Spain, succeeding Joseph F. Willard MT. Woods is now secretary of state of Pennsylvania, was minister to Portugal under Pres ident Taft He. is 60 years old and was born at Clearfeld, Pa. Mir Woods was graduated from Lafayette college in 1886 and was admitted to the bar three years later. practiclng at Philadelphia and Pittsburg.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
SENT TO CONFERENCE

Washington, June 14.-The Porter reace resolution was sent to confer ence today by the Senate for adjust ment of the differences between that measure and the Knox resolution. adopted recently by the Senate The Senate voted to formally disagree with the amendment of the House. which struck ,s't the Knox draft and substituted t 2 Porter draft. Senate conferees nan.ed were Lodge of Mas sachusetts ana Knox of Pennsylvania, srsprb1icans, ard Hitchcock, Me- hrs la, democrat.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
Personals

Miss Geraidin Odell, the daughter if MT. and Mrs. c. l.. Odell, will ar rive tonight from Marysville, Ky, where she has been attending col 1ege accompanied by her roommate, Miss Bernice Kimble, lovely and attractive young guest from Ports mouth, o.
 Little Frances Dawson Davies, daughter of MT. and Mrs. George Da- vies, Is seriously i'll at her home on Fourth avenue
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
Prnceed. From Flag saIe

The sale of flags conducted in the 'city Tuesday, netted $40 for the D IA. R. educational fund. Mrs. Schuy Her Harris, who had the sale in 'charge feels very grateful for the 'splendid CO., operation which she re- 'ceived from the clubs and citizens 'who purchased the flags.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
 RIG MILLS TO CLOSE

Lancaster, s. C., June I4.-The Lam caster cotton mills, employing about 1900 operatives, and having 14o,0oo spindles and 5000 looms, will close down indefinitely next Tuesday to avoid friction with the textile union, according to announcement by the management today.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
AUTOMOBILES
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TRUCKS, TRUCKS /!

TRUCKS, TRUCKS!
 REAL BARGAINS MT. Truck-User, this is your chance to buy a real good slightly used truck at & price that cannot be equaled. l Comet truck in Al condi- tion.
 2 Standard trucks that are real bargains.
 1 Packard truck that will be sold cheap.
 See us at once as they won't be here long at our price. PEERLESS GARAGE
 1530 Second Ave.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15

The Age-Herald maintains special rep resentatives in Bessemer for handling correspondence, advertising and sub scriptions. Mrs. L. D. McCuuun. cor respondent. receives new items, phone BAssemer 10T2. H. B. Walker, Realty building, Bessemer. manager of clrcu- lation.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15

FOR SALE-We have two B. passenger Fords; one with starter, one without; 2 Dorts, 2 Dodges, 1 490 Chevrolet and 1 Ford roadster with starter. Terms to reliable parties.
 FAIN-ADAMS AUTO co. Dealers in Second Hand Cars 2020 Ave. B Main 7793
The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-15
AutomobIIe Accident

hate Tuesday afternoon that Edwin |P. Johnson, well known real estate |dealer was seriously wounded Mon day afternoon about o'clock when his automobile which he was driving home collided with truck hear the Birmingham Infirmary at West End.
 According to those who witnessed |the accident, MT. Johnson's car was badly damaged and from the glass |of the windshield which was shat |tered he was badly cut. He was taken to the Birmingham lnfirm-
 ary.
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10

some faint hint of the nature of the sport In
which they engaged. They were taken, in
spotless uniforms, to carefully busted studios,
and the rest was left to the ingenuity Of the
photographer. Thus, when Jimmy Fogarty,
the brilliant outfielder and star base runner
of the old Philadelphia Nationals was care
stretched hand resting on a square of news
paper representing that goal of goals, the
home plate, even the dulest beholder of the re-
sulting photograph would know that Mr.. Fo-
garty was portraying his specialty-the theft
of the deciding run in close game.
Likewise when Center Fielder Mccarthy Of
the champion St. Louis Browns stretched out
his hand from a tangle of imitation grass for
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10

boy who scorned to collect stamps or anything
of similarly sissihed nature had his pockets
bulging with these cards, which smelled de-
lghtfully Of tobacco until they had become
old and worn from much trading
Then some genius discovered that rapid
ly moving slit of light along dry plate COW
cred with fast emulsion would show bolt
Of lightning at the exact instant of connect
ing with the iron rod which at one time rep
resented the investment of large proportion
of rural funds Mr.. Fogarty, Mr.. Mccarthy
and Mr.. Collins and their running con-
temporaries the Stoveys, Nicols and Welches,
had disappeared from the scene. The head
first slide, in which they specialized, had been
discarded Instead of letting the baseman
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10

implant his spikes the head or hands of
the runner the matter had been reversed. The
base runner was sliding feet first and spikes
foremost. Photographs taken outdoors in
the third era of photography showed results
that differed materially from those achieved
by the studio photographer. The siders and
those who were slid into, were shown in
grotesque attitudes Their legs and
were flung about with abandon, and their
pressions were comic or tragic, according to
the feetng impressions of that dusty moment
of meeting at the base Even the umpire,
graceful enough to the slower vision of the
eyes, was caught doing some most awkward
hopping to get out of the way Of hurtling
spikes.
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the same studio home plate and with upraised
head looked into the camera with the gaze of
one who is trying to remember whether he is
meeting Brown or Smith there could be no
doubt that he was emulating Mr. Fogarty in
the speciality of base running. Let it not be
supposed that the Fogarty- Nc Carthy turtle-like
pose exhausted the resources of the photog-
rapher of that day. When Catcher Collins,
wearing the famous striped livery Of the old
New York team, was draped along the floor in
sliding pose, realistic touch was added BIZ
having him raise his hand, as if appealing t.
the umpire for favorable judgment.
Such pictures which were eagerly sought by
the baseball-mad youths of the day, were put
out as prizes in cigarette packages. Many a
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10

Some Of the old-time pictures are left. Oc-
casonally a gray-haired enthusiast drags one
out of an inner pocket and looks it over
fondly. 1t may be a studio picture Of
catcher, posed against q painted background
showing a marble stairway festooned with
trailing arbutus. The catcher is languidly
awaiting the arrival of baseball suspended By
q string from the ceiling. Or It may be
picture of a batsman, posed according to
the rules and regulations Of the living
statuary at the circus But such pictures,
when contrasted with the action pictures Of
to-day, have more than mere sentimental
value. They tell of the advance in photog-
raphy more eloquently than all the wordags
Of the largest and latest textbook
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of the Mortified beaters had seen his eyes
lower to the sights The bullet went home
they could tell by the way the tiger flashed
to her breast in the grass.
Yet she was only wounded.
It was almost miracle that he had hit the
great cat at all. At once the thckets had
closed around her, and the beaters had been
unable to drive her forth again.
The circle was silent thereafter. They
seemed to be waiting for Khusru, one of the
head men of the village, to give his opinion.
eve will not be in the honored service of
the Protector of the Poor at this time year
from now" he said.
They all waited tensey. Shkara shvered.
Speak, Khusru," they urged him.
"Warwick Sahib will go again to the jungles
and Nahara will be waiting. She owes two
debts. One is the killing of her mate-and We
know that these two tigers have been long
and faithful mates Do we think she will let
that debt go unpaid? She will also avenge
her wound"
perhaps she will die Of bleeding" one of
the others suggested.
"Nay, or ye would have found her this
afternoon One day, and he will 90 forth in
pursuit of her again; and then ye will not see
him riding back so grandly on his elephant
Perhaps she will come here to carry away our
children"
Again Shikara tingled--hoping that Nahara
would at least come close enough to cause
excitement. And that night, too happy to keep
silent, he told his mother of Warwick Sahib's
smile. "And some time II, thine own son."
ne said as sleepness came upon him, will be
killer of tigers, even as Warwick Sahib"
"And where, little hawk, wilt thou procure
thine elephants and such rupees. as are need
ed?"
"Warwick Sahb shoots from the ground
and will l. And sometimes he goes forth
with only attendant-and will not need
even one. And who can say-perhaps he will
find me even bolder man than Gunga Sim
ghai; and he will take me in his place on the
hunts in the junges."
For Gunga Singhai was Warwick Sahib's
own personal attendant and gun carrier-the
native that the Protector of the Poor could
trust in the tightest places So it was only to
be expected that Little Shikaras mother
should laugh at him. The idea of her son be-
ing an attendant of Warwick Sahib, not to
mention hunter of tigers, was only tale to
tell her husband when the boys bright eyes
were closed in sleep
"Nay, little man." she told him. "Woud I
want thee torn to pieces in Nahara's claws?
Would l want thee smelling of the jungle
again, as thou didst after chasing the water
buck through the bamboos? Nay; thou wilt
be a herdsman, like thy father and perhaps
gather many rupees"
A half mile distant, in his richly furnished
bungalow, Warwick Sahib dozed over his after
dinner cigar He was in evening clothes, and
crystal and silver glttered on his board. But
his gray eyes were half closed and the CLEAN
from his plate could not pass the long, dark
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10

HHIRTY-FIVE years ago there
much juvenile barter in pictures which
"A illustrated what might be termed the
second, or middle, era of baseball pho
Biography. In the first era, when boards and
long trousers prevailed, there was little or
attempt to illustrate the sport. The members
of team were arranged in a solid bank of
more or less attractiveness and, after he had
made sure that the whiskers of each player
were going to show, the photographer took the
leather cap off the lens and there wait
of several seconds, during which no athlete
dared futter an eyelid.
In the next era the players we're photo
graphed individually in attitudes which gave
New-York tribune., 1921-04-10
Y 1T hadn't been for purple moon that


Z just at nightfall, it would have been i'm
possible to tell that Little Shik1-a was at
his watch He was really just the color Of the
shadows-a rather pleasant brown-he was
very little, indeed and besides he was standing
very very still. But the moon did show him
peering down through the leaf clusters Of the
heavy vines-and shone very softly in his wide
open dark eyes.
Little Shkara, son Of Khoda Dunnoo, was
waiting for the return of certain idol and
demigod who was even now riding home in his
howdah from the tiger hunt.
1t was almost like taking part in some great
hunt himself-to be waiting at the gate for
the return of Warwick Sahib. Even the
elephant came striding out of the shadows;
and Little Shikara could see the trophy. The
hunt had indeed been successful, and the boys
glowing eyes behed-even in the shadows
the largest and most beautiful tiger skin he
had ever seen. 1t was the great Nahar, the
royal tiger, who had killed one hundred cattle
from nearby fields.
Warwick Sahib rode in his howdah, and he
did not seem to see the village people that
came out to meet him.
But it was quite the way Of Warwick Sahib
to sweep his gray, tred-out eyes over a scene
absorbing every detail with the accuracy Of
Photographic plate. He was just a great
sport n who was also an English gentle
man, / he had learned certain lessons Of
impas eness from the wild Only one Of
the b faces he beheld was worth lin
gering glance. And when he met that one his
eyes halted in their sweeping survey-and
Warwick Sahib smiled
THAT face was the brown, eager visage of
Little Shikara.
It was only the faintest Of quiet, tolerant
smiles; but it meant more to the boy than
almost any kind of honor could have meant
to the prematurely gray man in the howdah.
The latter passed on to his estate.
The beaters assembled in circle under a
tree, and most Of the villagers gathered to
hear the story. Little Shikara slipped in
among them and listened with both out
standing little ears. Warwick Sahib had dis
mounted from his elephant as usual, the
beaters said, and with but one attendant had
advanced up the bed of dry creek. This
was quite like Warwick Sahib, and Little
Shikara felt himself tingling again. Other
hunters shot their tigers from the security
of the howdah; but this wasn't Warwick's way
of doing. The male tiger had risen snarlng
from his lair and had been felled at the
first shot.
Warwick Sahib's tiger hunts were usually
just simple and expeditions affairs.
But to-day there had been curious
cpilogue. Just as the beaters had started
toward the fallen animal, and the white
Heaven-born's cigarette case was open in his
hand, Nahara, Nahar's great tawny mate,
had suddenly sprung forth from the bamboo
thickets.
CHE drove straight to the nearest of the
beaters. There was no time whatever
for Warwick to take aim His rife leaped,
like live thing, in his arms, but not one
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succession. And the British Empire raised the
price on her head
One afternoon found her within a half mile
of Warwick's bungalow and for five days she
had gone without food
EXCESSIVE hunger in most of the flesh
eating animals is really first cousin to
madness. Starvation brings recklessness, a
desperate, frenzied courage that is likely to up
set all of ones preconceived notions to the
behavior Of animals 1t also brings so that
all men may be aware of its presence, a pc
cular lurid glow to the balls of the eyes.
The two pale circles of fire We're the most
noticeable characteristics of the long, tawny
cat that crept through the bamboos. Except
for them, she would hardly have been discern
ible at ALL The yellow grass made a perfect
background, her black stripes looked like the
streaks of shadow between the stalks of bam-
boo, and for that is lame she crept with
astounding silence. One couldn't have be-
lieved that such great creature could lie so
close to the earth and be so utterly invisible in
the low thckets.
SOON vlager, who had been working in
tai fashion across the meadow His eyes were
only human, and he did not see the tawny shape
in the tall grass.
The man was already in leaping range, but
the tiger had learned, in many experiences, al
ways to make sure. Just as the clear outlines
of an object that has long been concealed in
maze of light and shadows will often leap,
with sudden vividness, to the eyes, the native
tbo bo1o ~.
form, the terrible blue lights of the eyes, the
whipping tail The gasp he uttered from his
closing throat seemed to act like the fall of
firing pin against shell on the punched mus
cles of the animal, and she left her covert in
streak of tawny light.
But Nahara's leaps had never been quite ac-
curate snce she had been wounded by War
wck's bullet, months before. Her lame paw
always seemed to disturb her balance. By re-
memberng it she could usually partly over
come the disadvantage; but to-day, in the mad
ness of her hunger, she had been unable to re-
member anything except the terrible rapture
of killing. The Burman had seen the tiger
just before she eaped, and although there had
been no time for conscious thought his guardian
ref1exes had flung him to one side in a single
frenzed effort to miss the full force of the
spring.
The result of both these things was that he
received only an awkward sprawling blow
from the anlmais shoulder. He was hurled to
the ground, for no human body in the world
is built to withstand the ton or so of shocking
power OF 300-pound cat leaping through the
air. The tigress sprawled down ALSO and be-
cause she lighted on her wounded paw she
squealed with pain 1t was possibly three Sec
onds before she had forgotten the stabbing
pain in her paw and had gathered herself to
spring on the unconscious form Of the native.
And that three seconds gave Warwick sahib.
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{ kNE sunlit morning, perhaps month after
the skin Of Nahar brought in from
the jungle, Warwick Sahib's mail was late 1t
was an unheard of thing. Always BEFORE just
as the clock struck 8, he would hear the cheer
full tinkle of the postmans bells. At first he
considered complaining, but as morning drew
to early afternoon he began to believe that in
vestlgation would be the wiser course
The postman's route carried him along an
old elephant trail through a patch of thick
jungle beside one of the tributaries of the
Manipur. When natives went out to look he
was neither on the path nor drowned in the
creek, nor yet in his thatched hut at the other
end of his route. The truth was that this nar-
ticular postman's bells would never be heard
by human ears again. And there was enough
evidence in the wet mold of the trail to know
what had occurred
Nahara, fairly respectable cattle-killer
before, had become in single night one Of
the worst terrors of India. Of course she was
still coward but she had learned by virtue
of chance meeting with a postman on trail
after week of heart-devouring starvation
two or three extremely portentous lessons
One of them was that not even the little deer
drinking beside the Manipur, died half 50
easily as these tall, forked forms of which
she had previously been so afraid. She found
out also that they could neither run swiftlv
nor walk silently, and they could be ap
preached easily even by tiger that cracked
twlg with every step. It smpfed the prob
lem OF living immensely; and, just as any
other feline would have done, she took the line
Of least resistance,
NJ knew enough not to confine herself to
one village Perhaps it was because she
hao learned that a determined hunt, with
many beaters and men on elephants, invariably
followed her killings. She found out also that.
just as doe is easier felled than a horned
buck, certain of this new kind of game were
more easily taken than the others. Sometimes
children played at the door of their huts and
sometimes old men could not flee at all. All
these things Nahara learned, and in learning
them she caused certain civil office of the
British Empire to put an exceedingly large
price on her head
Often the hunting was poor. and sometimes
she went many days in a stretch without max
ing single kill And in all beasts, high and
low, this instills curious, terrible kind of
blood-lust-to kill, not once but as many times
as possible in the same hunt. It is the instinct
that makes little weasel kill all the chickens
IN coop when one was all it could possibly
carry away, and that will cause wolf to leap
from sheep to sheep in fold until every one
is dead. Nahara didn't get a chance to kill
every day, so when the opportunity did come
she killed as many times as she could in quick
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sitting at the window Of his study, an oppor-
tunty to seize his rife and fire.
Warwick knew tigers, and he had kept the
rife always ready for just such a need as
this The distance was nearly five hundred
yards, and the bullet went wide Of it's mark.
Nevertheless, it saved the natives life The
great cat remembered this same far-off ex-
plosion from another day, in dry creek-bed
of months before, and the sing of the bullet
was a remembered thing too. Courage fed
and she turned and raced into the bamboos
In an instant, Warwick was on his great
veranda, calling his beaters. Gunga Sngha
slipped shells into the magazine of his mas
ters high-calibered close-range tiger rifle.
"The elephant, Sahib?" he asked swiftly.
NAY, this will be foot. Make the
beaters circle about the fringe of bamboos
Thou and l will cross the eastern fields and
shoot at her she breaks through"
little brown boy shvered at his words
and wondered if the beaters would turn and
kick him, they had always done before, if
he should attempt to follow them. 1t was
the tiger-hunt, in view of his own village, and
he sat down tremulous with rapture in the
grass to watch 1t was almost as if his dream
that he himself should be a hunter of
tigers-was coming true. He wondered why
the beaters seemed to move so slowly and
with little heart.
He would have known if he could have
looked into their eyes. Each black pupil was
framed with white. Human hearts grow
shaken and bloodess from such sights as
this they had just seen, and only the heart
of a jungle creature-the heart of the eagle
that the jungle gods, by some unheard-of
fortune, had put in the breast of Little Shi-
kara-could prevail against them
WARWICK SAHIB and Singhai disappeared
at once into the fringe of jungle, and
silence Immediately fell upon them. The cries
OF the beaters at once seemed curiously DIM
1t was as if no sound could live in the great
silences under the arching trees Soon it was
as if they were alone.
They walked side by side, Warwick with
his rifle held ready. He had no false ideas in
regard to this tiger hunt. He knew that his
prey was desperate with hunger, and that she
would charge on sight
He walked rather quietly, yet with no con-
sclous effort toward stealth. The rifle rested
easily in his arms, his gray eyes were quiet
and thoughtful as always. Singularly. his
splendid features were quite in repose. The
Burman, however, had more of the outer signs
OF alertness, and yet there was none of the
blind terror upon him that marked the beat
ers.
where are the men," Warwick asked
quietly. "lt is strange that we do not hear
them shouting"
"They are afraid, sahib," singhai replied
'The forest pigs have left US to do our own
hunting"
Warwick corrected him with smile. .eFor-
CSC pigs are brave enough" he answered