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The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-11
Sam Simons Shines

Sam Simons is pitching fine ball
for the Herbs and playing well
generally. file stole home in the
eleventh beat the Kanawhas.
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Arlington Wants Foe

The Arlington A. c. seeks a Sun
day opponent. Manager Wise's
phone number Is Clarendon S05-F3.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-11
Papke Now a Farmer

Billy Papke the old fighter. 10
making money raising onions In
California.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-11
n Il - IO"G NJ ~
National League.

American League, III.
Individual leaders: Hornsby, Card"
lnals, 10; MeuseL, Yankees, is; Hart
nett, Cubs, IA; Williams, Browns, IA:
Simmons, Athletics, 9; Robertson,
BROWNS o; Cobb Tigers. s.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-11

IO00yB Games
New York at Chicago
Boston at Pittsburgh
Brooklyn at st. Louis
Philadelphia at Cincinnati
Yesterdays Results
Boston. s.: Pittsburgh.
Cincinnati. 3; Philadelphia.
New York. s.; Chicago
ST. Louis, II: Brooklyn, 2
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-11

SBatted for McNally in the fifth.
fBatted for Coveleskie in the sixth.
tBatted for Holloway in tho sixth.

Totals IS 17s7 81 Totals. Sc 10 "a is
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Walter johnson. WashingtOn's
pitching ace, has drawn the hur.-
ing assignment for the day, and
IL goes without saying that Bar.
ney viii work his arm off to turn
back the Tigers on world cham
piOnship day.
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IL was In the field rather than
at the plate that Mac glistened
like the morning sun ON Ice
bergs. Twice ne contributed
catches that brought the fans to
their feet and the smiling lad
from Sacramento had to dOff his
cap as he raced to the bench.
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"My accident las never been
accurately described. / pulled my
right kneecap apart in the act Of
running to first base to take Gal
IOway's throw. II wasn't the jump
i'm the air that did It. The point
in my favor is that / didn't collide
with q concrete wall or was struck
by a hard substance.
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When Joe left the group Of kids
and painters and turned toward
an exit, he dragged his right leg
and walked with plain limp.
Evening star., 1925-04-05
BY MERRIAM C. COOPER.

!" HE grass dried up; and without
grass the fiocks and herds
must die. Upon these animals
i depended both the shelter and
food of the race-life itself.
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Economy Wave in Madison's Day
Made Burning of Capital Possible

arrived at its (the CapitoFs) front
would Immediately put in battle my
20 pieces of artillery, give the di-
rection and management of these TO
Barney and Peters, fill the upper
part of the building and the adjacent
buildings with Infantry, Regulars and
Militia, amounting to 5000 men, while
my 300 Cavalry held themselves in
reserve for a charge the moment a
recoil appeared in the British COL
umns of attack"
Such was the advice of the War
Secretary for meeting a force of
5000 veterans who had fought against
Napoleon. Furthermore, he neglected
to advise what to do in case the
British did no 'recoil." More I'M
portant, he utterly failed to mention
what course Gen. Winder might pur-
sue IL attacked by rockets instead of
bullets. These two omissions proved
serious. The British did not recoil,
perhaps for the reason that their
enemy fed at their approach, and
they shot at the raw troops with
Congreve rockets, a new-fangled i'm
plement of war resembling the mod
ern sky-rocket. Instead of sending
their rockets into the air, however,
the English sent them scooting into
the faces of the opposing SOLDIERS.
Never having seen or heard of such
unethical warfare, the American
troops threw down their arms and
ran in confusion.
The battle" was fought at Bladens-
burg. Probably no force in military
ing commanders. And perhaps this
had something to do with the result
President James Madison was on the
field in supreme command-when the
conflict started. He was accompanied
by Col. James Monroe of Virginia, a
distinguished Revolutionary soldier,
and now Secretary of State. Present
in advisory capacities also were Gen
Armstrong, the sage War Secretary;
Attorney General Richard Rush and
Secretary of the Navy Jones. Gen.
Wfndsors job must have been pleas
ing, under such circumstances. How
ever. the high officials did not stay
long. AS the rockets began to sizzle
into the American ranks and the
green soldiers started running away by
hundreds, President Madison turned to
his cabinet members and said:
Come, Gen. Armstrong; come, Col
Monroe, let us go and leave it to the
commanding general
This heroic epigram caused a New
York newspaper to appeal to some
w dlleT SColl 10 pen poem on tne
battle of Bladensburg, to be fittingly
concluded with the following words:
Ely, Monroe, fly! Run, Armstrong,
run!
Were the last words of Madison"
The battle was fought early in the
morning, and all day the city was
the scene of the widest confusion,
militia companies marching in and
then out upon the pike; long trains
of wagons laden with the Govern
ments records, household effects !;
women and children fastening over
the bridge toward the Virginia wilds;
mob of the lower orders on foot;
swift couriers dashing in from the
front; thunder of guns and roll of
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And now we were back at Mustau-
rs. In the evening we walked by
lanternlight, through the dirty
rough streets and came at last to a
crumbling doorway. We went down
a long, dark, arched alleyway and, OF
a sudden, found ourselves in a great
and lovely court. 1t seemed like an
other world after the filth and smells
outside. The graceful Oriental arches
were now lighted, now shadowed by
a line of candles gently touched by
a soft, warm breeze. and overhead the
diamond stars looked down to see
their silver images in a wide, fresh
pool.
BY the pool, surrounded by his
courtiers, sat Amir Jang. At his
shoulder stood a powerful, heavy fig
ure Jang waved at him, saying
This is the brother of my servant
Haidar. chief of the Baba Ahmedi
tribe. He come to take you to live
with my people. Everything all
ready"
"All ready" That was good. Then,
somewhere over against the noun
tains were the black tents of these
tribesmen. They were the Baba All
medi. indeed, strongest and fiercest
of all the Bakhtiari. =:
We set out for the camp of Haidar
but on the second day we learned that
he was at the Ilkhani's camp, waiting
for us.
Rahim came up to us when we had
reached the latter point and at his
heels, stalked a man in a long brown
coat, decorated with huge brass butt
tons. Under the bell-shaped hat, on the
side of his head, hard eyes glared out
of a heavy, lowering face. His jaw
was powerful, his mouth brutal, his
neck thick and brown and corded.
"Haidar Khan" said Shorty. So this
was the chief of the five hundred
rifles" Of the Baba Ahmedi. For thus
the Bakhtiari count their strength:
by rifles" for men; by tents" for
families.
And it was with him and his peo-
pie that we were to go somewhere up
through this roadless wilderness into
the shadowy mountains beyond in the
search for grass.
THAT night at dinner, which we
ate with Rahim off a rug on the
ground, Haidar sat just within the
flap of the tent and regarded us from
under his heavy black brows, won
dering, / suppose, as much at us as
we at him. and thinking, no doubt
what a devil of lot of. trouble his
prince, Amir Jang, had forced on him
by sending to his tribe these Christian n
strangers, to eat his bread and salt
for so many weeks.
Rahim was disconsolate. my uncle
has made me chief of this camp. ]
must see to the moving-everythin
And more talk, talk, than ever" he
said.
Dinner over, Rahim and Haida,
went away. Shorty and / threw our
bedding rolls on the turf under the
stars and lay there talking with
Mahommed our interpreter. Rahim's
tent was near by. From 1t came the
sound Of man pleading; then
Rahim's voice, low, but shrill and
penetrating. At that two guards
burst out of the tent, dragging an
elderly peasant. They threw him face
downward on the ground Whack!
Screams! Whack! Then, before the
stick could fall again, the PROSTATE
man was shouting something over
and over. The guard released him
The man knelt in front of Rahim
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we must make-the princes in black
robes and we three Americans-all sit
ting cross-legged in a deep mountain
gorge of the camp with the rulers Of the
widest nomad tribes Of Persia. Jang
said he was off to Teheran to try to
settle the dispute between the govern
ment and his tribes. He invited us to go
as faras Shushtar with him.
We said goodbye, and, followed by
nearly all the camp. the Ilkhani and
Amir Jang, one on each side of US,
walked down to the edge of the river.
A dozen yards from shore f1oated a
queer regal barge; a hundred goatskins
blown up and fastened to the bottom
of light raft: this covered with rich
rugs over the rugs on four posts, a
satin-and-yelvet canopy; silk-covered
pillows strewn underneath. The raft
had been built overnight to float Amir
Jang down the swift Karun to Shush-
tar, 20 miles away.
X X x
WHEN the barge, under paddles,
w had shot into midstream for a
moment I thought we had stopped. No
feeling of onward movement; no rush
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pay so sheep and a thousand crown
fine?
These people want none of the things
that l learned in your American school.
What do they care for republics and
votes and the equality of men? This life
is their life, and they love ito sleep
on hard ground, to eat by camp fire. to
fight with other tribes. What they want
with civilization?
They want strong man, cruel man.
hard man, man who says. You do this
or have you beaten until you die Me,
1 am Bakhtiari, also, but l learned too
much in American school. Now I like
to go live on Broadway-theaters, plenty
pretty girls, dance. l change places with
you You come be boss Of Bakhtiari;
go dance on Broadway" Rahim grinned.
So goes the world. To be honest, moth
ing would please me better than to run
the Bakhtiari show or Rahim more than
to dance on Broadway"
The Ilkhani and Amir Jang visited
our reception tent again a day or two
later. 1 thought what a strange sight
Evening star., 1925-04-05

again and again, twenty or thirty
times in a day.
But the Bakhtiari do 1t. And this
is the way they do IT. Every man
takes a pair of goatskins. blows them
up and fastens them together at
each end. He filings his goatskin
float into the water and throws him.
self upon it. He balances by putting
one knee between the skins so that
the lower part of his leg rests in the
water. Thus both legs and armssare
free for swimming and fighting With
the herds and at the same time his
stomach is out of the water so that
he does not succumb to cramps.
But it takes skill even to swim
on goatskins. to say nothing OF cross
ing a torrent river in the midst of
a terror mad herd Of animals. 1t
requires all an Impractical man can
do even to stay on top of those
stomach water wings. I've tried It
and L know. But it is with them
that the men of the tribes cross their
herds.
1t was a show. all right. For five
days Shorty and ], rushing about
with moving picture cameras,
watched the greatest piece OF con-
tinuous action l have ever seen.
Long before dawn 1t started Some.
liiiIcS II 4dSlcl until dle III the HiS NJ
once it went on all night. Shouting
women, squalling children, calves,
colts, goats. lambs, saddle bags,
cradles, babies-alI piled heIter-
skelter on the RATS. Out into the
stream and off! Shouts, Howls!
Beaten in, go a. score of cows
with them, after them, among themy
a. half-doZen men on Eoatskins. Out.
into the river. There, The curren.
has them! Then downstream, downt
down, like birds blown in a hurri-
cane. down they go. More RATS.
horses, more RATS, sheep, donkeys.
RATS, cows, sheep-in they GO Out.E
into the current and speeding, spec a
ing, speeding down the stream.
For five days without ceasing thusa,
the tribes fought, and for many
day more the tribes behind had to
battle on. But we were over. The
Baba Ahmedi had won through But
not without losses. Every day
dozens of animals-prIncipally sheep
had been drowned, and the last
night the women Of our camp were
wailing in the tent of the mother
of young tribesman who was car
ried on down past the landing place
into the pitiIess rapids below.
Copyright 1921
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feed, IS it is impossible to procure
wagons for its transportation.
am determined not TO go until ] see
Mr.. Madison safe and he can accom-
pany me, as / hear of much hostility to-
ward him. Disaffection stalks around
US. My friends are all gone; even Col.
c. with his hundred men, who were
stationed as guard in this inclosure.
"wednesday morning, II o'clock
Since sunrise l have been turning my
spyglass in every direction and
watching with wearied anxiety, hop
ing to discern the approach OF my
dear husband and his friends: but
alas, l can descry only groups of
military wandering in all directions,
as If there were a lack of arms or
spirit to fight for their own firesides
Three O. 'clock-wiH you believe 1t.
we. have had a battle or skirmish
near Bladensburg and I am still here
within sound of the cannon. Mr..
Madison comes not. May God protect
him. Two messengers, covered with
dust, come to bid me fee, but I wait
for him. At this late hour a wagon
has been procured; l have had ii ffll-
ed with plate and most valuable port
able articles belonging to the house
Whether it will reach its destination,
the Bank of Maryland. or fall into
y
events must determine. Our good
friend Mr.. Carroll has come to hasten
my departure and he is in very bad
humor with me because l insist on
waiting until the large picture of
Gen. Washington is secured. and ii
requires to be unscrewed from the
wall. (She refers to the full-Iength
portrait of Washington by Gilbert
Stuart, still in the White House,
l.
these perilous moments, I have order
ed the frame to be broken and the
canvas taken out. 1t is done and the
precious portrait is placed in the
hands of two gentlemen from New
York for safe keeping. And now l
must leave this house, or the retreat
ing army will make me a prisoner
in it, by filling up the road l am
directed to take. Where 1 shall be
tomorrow l cannot tell"
x X X
THE Anti-war party and their news
papers, numerous and powerful,
made great fun of the helplessness
of the Government. the route of the
undisciplined Army and the flight of
Madison. One of them published a
parody of John Gilpin's Ride" in
which Mrs Madison was made to ad-
dress her husband as follows:
Sister Cults and Cults and
And Cults children three
VIII I'LL the coach--and you must ride
On horseback after We.
1t was no joke for Mrs. Madison at
the time. Her destination was
friends house in Virginia, but before
she reached Georgetown she heard
that the British had not yet entered
Washington. Accordingly she order
ed her driver to turn around and
take her back to the White House.
where she insisted she would wait
for Mr.. Madison. Before reaching
the Executive Mansion she met her
husband. on horseback, hunting for
Continued on Sixth Page.)
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and perhaps $4,000 animals. There
were women here, children, babies. 1t
was Spring and the herds and fiocks
had any number Of baby animals. The
people had no boats. But they must
cross, and cross quickly. at that.
There was little or no grazing for the
animals on their side of the river.
They must cross.
That was the problem When first
rode along the rocky trail on the side
of the mountain, on my way to the
river to join Shorty, and saw the ter
rifio speed of the current and the Jag
ged, short line on either side, I was
almost ready to say, TT can't be
done" 1t would have given any army
commander heart failure. But / knew
1t could and would be done. For CEN
turtles, twice a year, the tribes have
been crossing it. But how?
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1arch in Search for Grass-Battle With the Torrent

Well, this was how. Every tribe
had In its saddle bags quantities of
goatskins. A score of skins was
blown up, tied and then fastened to
one size of rows of long sticks. A
heavy carpet was laid on top. There
was your raft. There was your boat
for the women and children and baby
animals. There were as many boats
as you wanted. But Of what use was
a frail thing like this, unsteered and
unsteerable, in that torrent river? 1t
would seem to be swept down stream
like thistle, torn to pieces in the
rapids, and every person aboard
drowned in a minute.
True enough. But some wise old
khan, in times before the memory of
the present tribes, riding along that
river bank, with his starving people
and animals waiting for his wisdom
to find a way to cross-he found the
way. There is a place on the river
where 1T swings to a great, perfect
double s. When the current comes
out through that s, it strikes the
eastern shore with terrific force. But
the current Is movable force strik-
ing an immovable object. The NOV
able force must give way. The cur
rent is thrown back from the rocks
of the western shore, thrown back
Win swing and a jerk, and sent
shooting in a long, diagonal down
stream line. directly across to the
other shore.
THAT old khan, riding there, those
centuries ago, Tnust have reined
in his horse and hailooed in delight
when he saw how the current by its
very force was cheated of victory
over his people. He saw that all a
man has TO do is to paddle a raft out
from the shore directly into this cur
rent, and presto, with the speed of an
express train the raft is down the
river mile and across. A similar
cross current takes the raft back
again for the next load.
There's your way for, the women
and children! But you do not load
half a hundred thousand bulky ami
mails on goatskin RATS; not in a week
nor a month: no, nor. in fact, ever,
The herds must be swum over. And
somebody must swim with them.
That's the mems game.
But recall again that the river tor
rent is cold, snow-cold, ice-cold.
defy your strongest cross channel
swimmer to plunge into that stream
fight a steer by the horns and swim
1T across, then return and then do it
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musketry; little troops of gentlemen
sightseers dashing in from the field
and then the disorderly swarm of
fugitives"
THE British. with Cockburn at their
4 head. reached the Capitol late in
the afternoon and for a time con-
tented themselves with shooting into
It, until the walls were riddled and
the windows broken. Finally Admiral
Cockburn entered the building and
hundreds of his army followed,
whereupon he held a mock session
in the House chamber. Seating him
self in the Speakers chair, he raped
for order and said:
i'Shall this harbor of Yankee democ-
racy be burned? All for it say aye 3"
A chorus of ayes" mingled with
cheers and yells, greeted his ques-
ton. He accordingly gave the order.
Furniture was gathered into piles,
paper from the Library of Con-
gress was used for kindling, the
torch was applied and in a short time
the Capitol building, which had re-
Quired Is years to construct and
had just been finished, was in ruins,
only its blackened walls standing.
Cockburn next led his troops to the
White House, which sturdy Dolly
Madison had not left until late after
noon. There he found dinner all
prepared and set out on the table,
where Mrs. Madison and her house
hold had left 1t at the last minute.
The admiral and his staff first ate
the dinner and then gave the word to
his troops to fire the building. BY
sundown of that Summer evening the
White House was also in ruins and
y~I la ,,riI hxr 40, o1e
from the other public buildings, of
which the patent office was the only
one spared.
Admiral Cockburn personally pick
ed out and marked for destruction
the building of the National Intel
ligencer, an important newspaper of
that time, which had vigorously
criticized him for the conduct of his
troops along the coast.
BE sure" he ordered, that all the
Cs are destroyed. so that the rascals
can have no further means of abus-
ing me as they have done"
One heroic figure stands out of the
serio- comedy of that cath of August.
1t is Mistress Dolly Madison, to
whom the attack was all tragedy.
Her journal of the time not only
records her own sensations. but also
gives a vivid picture of some of the
events themselves.
My husband inquired anx-
iously whether I had courage to re-
main in the presidential house till his
return, and on my assurance that /
had no fear but for him and the sue
cess of our Army he left me, be-
! seeching me to take care of myself
and of the cabinet papers, public and
private. 1 have since received two
dispatches from him. The last is
alarming, because he desires that l
shall be ready at a moments notice to
enter my carriage and leave the
city. 1 am accordingly ready. 1 have
pressed as many cabinet papers into
trunks as would fill one carriage.
Our private property must be sacri-
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my life. The hillside swarmed with
people and pack animals and with
fiocks of sheep and goats.
The tribes were on the march,
The crossing of the Karun River, a
week later. was a remarkable battle.
j can't magine a greater natural feat
than the crossing of this river by the
tribes.
Consider IT, Here was a river. a
half-mile wide. Its waters were
swelled to a rushing torrent by the
melting SHOWS of a hundred mountain
peaks. The river was icy cold. 1t
was filled with whirlpools. cross cur
rents, rapids. 1t was tearing through
mountain gorges with clinlike, jag
ged shores, and 1t was bridgeless and
boatless. Now, here was the problem:
On, one side of this river were 5000
people, With all their worldly goods
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Americans Accompany Wild Tribes of Persia on Their
First Foreigners Ever Permitted to Join Bakh1

princes the reason for our visit. We
had come to beg permission to mi
CRATE over the mountains with one
of their tribes. We should like to
travel with one tribe. eat what they
ate, sleep as they slept, really live
their life.
At this. Amir Jank broke into
hearty laughter. 'All right" he
chuckled, in broken English, as his
little black mustache wagGled above
glistening white teeth. you go with
one my tribes. But they no go Lynch
road (the horse route over the noun
tains). They go very, very hard
ioad-so hard not any my family now
living ever been that way.
NO foreigners ever been. Big
moutains, woods, big river, then big,
big mountain with plenty snow. And
my people there men call bears they
live so wild and hard. They drink
sour milk, eat acorns and mutton.
Very, very bad road"
And so it was decided that we were
to go with one of Amir Jang's tribes.
x X x
A hour after sunrise next day the
Z camp was already astir. In the
center of a semi-circle of men sat a
hunched figure on a rug spread on the
grass. One man, gesticulating We
hemently, stood before this still listener.
Yep" said Rahim, who came up just
then and saw us looking at this group.
That's the way 1 spend most my day.
too. Talk, talk. Too much talk with US
Ballhtiari. But the Ilkhani, he must
listen to more talk than any of us. He
sits like that all day. every day. We
have ESQ tribes, and all give too much
trouble. Poor old Ilkhani .!
1t seemed that the Ilkhani did work
for his living.
What is life to me here now?" asked
the young prince, turning to us with
gesture half sad and half scornful.
Must I sit all day in a tent and say,
Beat that man. or. The murderer must
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of water past the sides; the paddles
rested idle; no dip nor roll nor turn.
I looked at the shore. Ho, it was
flying, flying by! A white speck, up
and down, up and down against
black mass on the short-all we could
see of the old Ilkhanis flowing white
sleeves as he waved goodbye. And
then that, too, was gone. The camp
itself whisked round a turn and also
disappeared. 1t was uncanny- All the
world flashed by, but we stood still
1t was magical Thus it felt to ride
on barge of the skins of hundred
goats.
When we reached Shushtar we
drew up to the shore. Down galloped
a cavalcade of horses. The mayor had
come running to bow to Jang.