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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-12

Mrs. John Richards went to Pitts
teld Wednesday afternoon to pass the
remainder of the week with her daugh-
ter, Mrs. Arson Crowell, who is ill.,
Robe L. Watson, manager of the To-
cal store of the Emery-Brown Com
pany of Waterville, went to Portland
on the late train Wednesday to pass
armistice with Mr.. and Mrs. George
Lang.
Miss Adelaid Trim, a student at the
Thomas Business College in Water
vile, was in town Wednesday night on
her way to Athens to pass Armistce
Day with her parents, Mr.. and Mrs
Arthur Trimm.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-12

the man who threatened to expose her meth
DDS and even bring her husband to financial
failure?
This is only one of many such incidents that
Mrs. Lydg gives with astonishing frankness in
her article: Frauds of Smart Society,"" This
article is published exclusively in the December
issue of The Red Book Magazine now on sale at
all news-standS.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-12
Picture Benefit Not
For SkoWhegan High

The picture benefit being given this
Friday afternoon and evening at the
local theatre is not for the Skowhe-
gan High school football team but
rather is being given for the town
team.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-12
Nctoppew Group to Meet

The Netoppew camp fire group
will meet on Thursday evening of
next week, the 18th. with Miss
Gertrude Emerson at the home Of
her parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Ralph
Cooper on Mechanic street.
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03

not complete until the visitor had
tried the combination of waffle and
ice cream.
The waffle man and .he ice-cream
man, whose stands adjoined, were
quick to take advantage of the de-
mand, and they soon combined their
businesses, with mutual profit.
At the end of the Worlds Fair,
three men left st. Louis carrying the
same idea in each of their heads. One
man went to Chicago to make ice
cream cones. The other two went to
Cincinnati and formed partnership
for the same purpose.
The Chicago man and the partners
in Cincinnati worked along the same
lines, making the cones and then ped
ding them from store to store, tell
ing everywhere of the popularity Of
the new confection at the Worlds
Fair, and so the demand for cones
grew.-The Soda Fountain.
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03
HISTORY OF THE
ICE-CREAM CONE

The discovery or invention of the
ice-cream cone, like many other dis
coveries and inventions, was more or
less of an accident. 1t occurred dur
ing the summer of the Worlds Fair
at st. Louis-in 1904.
During the hot summer, some one
we do not know whether it was man.
woman, or a child-was moved by
the gaety of the occasion to buy a
crisp, hot, luscious waffle at the waf-
file stand along the midway. The
waffle was carried to the next stand,
where a portion of ice cream was pur-
chased. Then the waffle was wrapped
around the ice cream and eaten with
much gusto.
The person who rolled ice cream in
waffle for the first time liked it
very much, and went around spread
ing the story Of the new confection.
Soon visit to the Worlds Fair was
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03
CHILDREN OF THE
SLuMS

By William HI. Davies
Your songs at night drunkard sings
Stones, sticks, and rags, your daily
flowers;
Like fishes lips, bluey white,
Such lips, poor mites, are yours.
Poor little things, SO sad and solemn
Whose lives are passed in human
crowds
When in the water | can see
Heaven with flock of clouds.
Poor little mites that breathe foul
air,
Where garbage chokes the sink and
drain
Now when the hawthorne smells sc
sweet,
Wet with the summer rain.
But few of We will live for long;
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03

With the coming of summer and
automobile rides with the family, it
is well to practice a little safety.
When motoring, always stop, look and
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03

listen before crossing a railroad
track. Remember that money will
buy lots of things, but it won't buy
spare parts for your body that will be
The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1926-09-03

Ye are but small new islands seen;
To disappear before your lives
Can grow and be made green.
Evening star., 1926-10-17

neared SOmmePy pitiful stream Of
traffic grew and pa ssed between them.
the tide Of French wounded ebhing TO
the rear. They were the debris Of
the attacks that had spent themselves
through the day-walking wounded.
drifting back like shadows In stained
blue uniforms. men who staggered
and leaned against each other and
spoke in low. racked voices to the
passing files: and broken men who
were borne in stretchers. moaning
An. Jesu. 'Doucement.
doucement.
Farther back the ambula noes would
he waiting for them.
The column went quickly through
he town of Somme-Py. into which
shells were falling. stumbling over the
debris of ruined walls and houses.
There wee a very busy French dress
ing station there. under the relic Of a
church. 1t was too dark 10 see hut
each man caught the sound and tho
smell Of 1t. They cleared the town
and went on TO crossroads. French
guides we're to have met the battalion
there. for the line was just ahead. hut
the guides were late. There was q
nerve-ra ckinK halt. The next bat
talon in column closed up: A machine
gun outE. with it's solemn. bla az
mules. jammed into the rife COM
panies.
The 49th was the leading company.
just behind the Battalion Headauar-
ters group. and the second In COM
ma nd went up TO where the ma jor and
his satellites were halted.
Crossroads are always a dam bad
business. Coxy," the ma jor was Oh
serving to his adjutant. Just askin'
for II here-no tellin' how late our
Frog friends will be-get the men
moved into that ditch off the road
yonder-- All. thought so"'
high. swift whine that grew to a
shrieking roar, and q hve-inch shell
crashed down some 80 Yards to the
right Of the crowded road. Everybody
fiat on the ground before II landed.
hut wicked splinters Of steel sung
across the road. and a machine gun.
ner. squatting by his cart, collapsed
and rolled toward the edge Of the road,
swearing and clutching At his thigh.
tCopyright. 1920
Evening star., 1926-10-17

Yes, Tom, we ought to get to use
those sawed-off shotguns they gave us
at st. Mihiel-though, when we get
past the Essen system, wen be in the
open, mostly. The old Deux.
ieme Division is goin' in tonight-it's
goin' to he some party. Move out Of
here as soon as it's dark. That's ALL"
The road here was screened on the
side toward the enemy by coarse mats
OF camouf1age material erected on tall
poles. Through this screen the Ger.
man flares, ceaselessly ascending,
shown with cold, greenish whiteness,
SO that men saw their comrades
faces weirdly drawn and pale under
their helmets. The files talked as
I've seen the tin1e I'd have called
those things pretty-but now
reckon hell's lit with the same kind
of glims.' Remember the
flare that went up in our faces the
night we made the relief in Bellew
Woods? Seemed to me like everybody
in the world was lookin' at me-"
"Bois de Belleau. mighty few in the
battalion ncw that remember them
OdySs
Evening star., 1926-10-17

liards and tusginG sail at once. had
gotten in a frightful mess. The sail
was half down. but there was a tangle
some place and we could neither lower
nor raise the sail at all. But the di
minished sail area had enabled the
ship, to get about, and now. on the
StarbOard tack, we were crawling on
inshore once more.
Zip. A slit in the miZZen ran from
boom to gaff. "Douse it! Quick"
some ones yelled, hut before a hand
touched a'halliard the wind had taken
the whole thing off after our mainsail
Somehow we bent our other much
patched mizzen during a fiendish hour
while we were remOrSeleSSly ham
mered in toward the coast 1t was
set: the Eleanor headed once more
valiantly into the storm: and tear
ing screech told that the old sail had
also ripped.
There was no time to worry now
about such things as a torn sail, for
Land Ho!" from forward warned us
of near disaster. We all saw it. the
black gloom of the coast trees stand
ing out family against the slightly
lighter sky.
There was absolutely no chance to
come about: we couldn't have done so
against those seas had we been under
full sail. And how far away was that
threatening black shore? Could we
again wear ship or would that take
us into the surf? How far? How far?
In the instant that he weighed his
slim chances of escape, the skipper
caught the heavy crash of the beach
pounding surf. Must anchor-only
chance-bend hawser-all chain"
We had to anchor in a seaway where
30-foot combers We're rearing their
white crests over our decks.
Jose and toilad in blackness illu-
mined only by those tawny. cleaning
Evening star., 1926-10-17

salute in it-"stand the Mountain of
Rheims. If you look-the air is clear
ing little--yOu can perhaps see the
towers of Rheims itself.
A long grayish hill lay against the
gray sky at the horizon. and over 1t
a good glass showed. very far and
faint. the spires of the great cathe
lral, with cloud of shell-fire hang
ing over them.
'All this terrain. as far as Rheims.
is donlinat ted by Blanc Mont Ridge yon-
der to the north. AS long as the Boche
holds Blanc Mont he can throw his
shells into Rheims: he can dominate
the whole Champagne sector as far
as the Marine. Indeed. they say that
the Kaiser watched from Blanc Mont
the battle that he launched here in
July. And the Boche means to hang
on there. So far. we have failed to
dislodge them. | expect''-he broke
off and smiled gravely on the circle of
officers-"you will see some very hard
figting in the next few days, gentle
men,
It was the last day Of September,
and as the forenoon went by an inter-
nittent drizzle sent the battalion to
Evening star., 1926-10-17

when the next big wave hits us. Con-
stancio. get that mizzen ready
Sheath knives leaped out and the
little brown men slashed at the gas
kets. Not second too soon had we
acted. for l had just gotten to the
wheel when, enormous beyond the
power of my words to tell, another
great sea rose above us.
I DON'T remember clearly what hap
pened then. l tried to shout a
warming to the boys. but my voice
was drowned in sweeping food of
water as the sea broke on our bows.
For what seemed an age. water tugged
at my legs and washed about my
waist.
My feet We're swept from under me
and my hands ached cruelty as | hung
to the wheel with every atom of
strength I had. A Snaky something
coiled about me-the free end of a
halyard. Then, miraculously, the
deck again came under me. and saw
the mainmast swinging against the
sky.
Chain. he broke" Jose sang out.
Rope has gone, too" Murc supple.
mented
up jib. Up forestaysail"
screamed. stand by your mizzen.
COnsta ncio"
Good boy Tommy! Good hoy! I'll
take the wheel. You give hand for
ward" A wrath spoke at my elbow
1t was the skipper.
Are you all right Tom. old kid?"
I queried, peering hard but kl'tilely
for his face.
Kind of sick. but all here" b. an
swered with a spark of his usual fire.
Up went the ghostly sails as the
halyards sped through our hands.
Together we bowed our backs to fiat
Evening star., 1926-10-17

The road passed into the desolation
and wound north. kilometer after kilo-
meter. Presently the camouhage
ended and the battalion felt exceed
ingly naked without it's shelter. Then
A slope to the left screened the way.
the crest of 1t sharply outlined an the
fares ascended. Beyond that crest the
machine guns sounded very near: now
and again the air was filled with the
whispering rush OF their bullets,
passing high toward some chance
target in the rear.
The upper air was populouS with
shells passing, and the sky fiickered
with gun flashes. hut the road along
which the battalion went enjoyed for
the time an uneasy immunity. The
rests were all too short the swea ting
files swOre at their heavy packs: the
going was very hard. Presently the
road cea ased to be road-merely a
broken way across an intermina BILE
waste Of shell holes. made pa ssa BILE
after a fashion by the hasty work of
French engineers. toiline behind the
assault Of the infantry,
The hles plotted on each side
of the tumbled track. and as they
Evening star., 1926-10-17

a seXtant box and the phonograph
were bohhing wildly This I saw in
a fash, and then the water got to
our fuses and the ship was plunged
into utter darkness.
THE anchors have gone" was my
first thought as | fought toward the
cOmpa niOnway, and then A sudden
fear made me almost frantic Where
was the skipper? He had been on
deck when that crushing. killing blow
had thrown us over. But why didn't
he sing out?
Murc,s hand clutched at me as I
waded by and I yanked him up into
the night by his collar. "Forward:
Quick, Look out for the skipper! II
those chains parted we're going
ashore" I yelled into his ear as we
stood for an instant by the hatch
way.
In another minute 7 was leaning
over the bow. feeling the slack end of
the Starboard chain. 1t was as l
thought, that anchor had carried
away. To port the other chain and
the haWSer stretched as taut as a
violin string out and ahead into the
murk.
"Skipper-he's out-cold-" Murcs
voice it was
Make him fast and then get these
sails loosed." | howled hack, feeling
almost carefree at learning that Tom
was still aboard A sudden heave
of the ship threw Murc away from
me. and when I found him. again he
had efficiently lashed the unconscious
owner to the foot of the mainmast.
"Cut the gaskets"' ordered.
"Jose. Constancio. Charlie
cat,oo TnSn'c y0ico
other figures detached themselves
from the hlackness which now seemed
less impenetrahle What you want?"
Free iib. This anchors going
Evening star., 1926-10-17

You give the dope. John" ordered
the captain. who was not a man of
words. and his Junior spoke somewhat
in this manner:
Here, you birds. look at this map.
The Frogs have driven the Boche
kilOmeter and half north Of Sbmme.
Ply. You see II here-the town you
watched them shell TINS morning.
They have gotten into the Prussian
trench--this blue line with the wire in
front of 1t. It's just fire trench.
mostly shellholes linked up. Behind
II. quite close. is the Essen trench.
which is evidently humdinger: Con-
crete pill-boxes and deep dugouts and
all that sort of thing-regular fort.
THE Frogs say it can't be taken
from the front--they've tried. We're
goin' to take it. On the other side
of that Is the Elbe trench and a little
to the left the Essen Hook, and in the
center the Bois de Vipre-same kind
O. stun. they say. We're to take them.
You see them all on the map.
Next, away up in this corner of the
map, is the Blanc Mont place. Who
ever Is left when we get that far will
take that, too. .. Questions? :.
Evening star., 1926-10-17

bits Of blue and bits of greeng gray,
flung casually about between the
trenches. These. the only touches of
color in the waste, were the unburied
bodies of French and German dead.
so this. Slower is the Cha
said the second-in comma nd to one of
his non-coms. who stood beside him.
The sergeant spat. 1T looks like he'll,
sir he said.
The lieutenant strolled over TO where
a French staff captain stood with
knot Of officers in the edge of thc
mines. poAnting out features of this
extended field, made memorable by
bitter fighting.
Since 1914 we have fought hard
here" he was saying. oh. the
French know this Champagne well.
and the Boche knows 1t. too. = Yonder"
he pointed to the southwest-''is the
Butte de Souain, where our Foreign
Legion met in the first year that
guard division that the Prussians
call the 'Cockchafers.' They took the
Butte, but most of the Legion are
lying there now. And yonder
F'renchmar extended his arm with
gesture that had something Of the
Evening star., 1926-10-17
tx Bayone" Story of the Marines in Critical War Str66les

Elch miserable shelters as the men
could improvise. Company COM
manders and seconds-in. command
went up toward ruined Somme-Py for
reconnoissan nee, and returned to pro-
fame the prospect to their platoon
leaders.
THE second-in-command and the
= captain. that afternoon, were
huddled under small sheet of cor
rugated iron, stolen by an enterpris-
ing orderly from the French gunners.
The captain was very large and the
other very lean. and they were both
about the same length. They fitted
under the sheet by sort of dOvetail-
Ing process that made 1t complicated
for either to move.
A secOnd-in command is sort of an
understudy to the company comma nd
er. In some of the outfits the captain
does everything, and his underStudy
can only NOPE arounH and wait for
his senior to become casualty. In
others. 1t is the Junior who gets things
done, and the captain is just figure
head In the 49th. however. the rela.
tion was at its happiest. The big cap
tain and his lieutenant functioned to-
gether as smoothly as parts Of
between them the undemonstrative
affection of men who have faced much
peril together.
"AS for me- rejclned the CAPTAIN,
drawing up one soaked knee and put
ting the other out in the wet II want
to get wounded in this fight. A hon
blighty, in the arm or the leg, I think
Something that Will keep me in a nice
hospital until Spring. I don't like cold
weather. Now. who is pushin'? It's
nothin' to me. John. If your side leaks
keep off q mine.'
So the last day of September, 1918.
passed. with the racket up forward
unahated. So much OF war is lust
lying around waiting in more or less
discomfort. AUD herein lies the excel
lence of veterans. They swear and
Rr0wl horribly under discomfort and
exposure more than green troops:
but privations do not sap their spirit
or undermine that intangible thing
called morale. Rather do sufferings
nourish in the men a cold. mounting
anger, that swells to sullen ardor
when at last the infantry comes to
grips with the enemy, and then 1t
goes hard indeed with him who stands
in the way
On the front. few kiiometers from
where the battalion Law ana listened
to the guns. Gourard's attack was
coming to head around the heights
north of Somme-Py and the strong
trench systems that guarded the wav
TO Blanc Mont Ridge. Three mag
nificent French divisions. one of
Cha asseurs. a colonial division. and A
line division with a Verdun history.
shattered themselves in fruitless at.
tacks on the Essen Trench and the
Essen Hook. switch line of that
system. Beyond the Essen line the
Blanc Mont position loomed impreg-
nable. Late on the first of October. q
gray. bleak day. the battalion got its
battle orders. and took over a man.
gled front line from certain weary
Frenchmen.
GATHERING the platoon leaders
- and non-coms around them, the
captain and the second in comma nd
Of the 4eth Company spread a large
man on the ground. weighing its
corners with their pistols.
Evening star., 1926-10-17
Cod Liver Oil for Hens.

FEED a hen cod liver oil, and what
happens? The hen lays bigger
and better eggs. DR.. Arthur A.
Holmes Of Boston described at the
recent meeting Of the American
Chemical Society how he gave Rhode
Island Red pullets daily doses Of cod
liver oil. rich In vitamin A. Although
the hens laid more and larger eggs
as a result Of this stimulation II did
not hurt them physically. They
showed increased vitality. did not lose
weight. and had more fesistsnc to
disease.
Evening star., 1926-10-17

names of the seas while we bent
hawser to our kea West anchor. got
both the mudhooks over the side, and
let them go. Not thing could we
see, but the same sense which got
the anchors out told us when the
yacht ceased her drifting and pointed
her nose straight into the seas.
1P and up. Like cork we were
twirled to the tops Of the seas,
then down. down. with g sickening
swoOp as the boat lurcIed into the
deep troughs. The sails came down
and our fingers lost all sensation AS
they fought to furl tie winAfiiled
canvas. l found myself actually cry
ing with rage and shame as l lcSt a
grip on the jib and knew that the
hard tussle to lash 1t along <he sky
stabbing. wave-piercing bowsprk mNst
begin all over.
At last we We're snugged down, do
ing a devils own dance at the end
OF our chains. wondering just how
long 1t was possible to last in our
precarious position. l looked at the
cabin clock. 1t was only 10 minutes
past 8,
Ten minutes later I was standing
in the galley munching a chunk of
ships bread. A dish bounced out Of
it's rack and shattered on the stove.
Must have been some roll to do
that I was thinking. when the
ship appeared to turn over. I was
hurled in among the dishes Murc
literally flew out Of his bunk to crash
through the glass bookcase doors.
And before my mind could grasp
l. r,ft L. r,l.x~., ~ 80
the cabin trunk burst in before
solid wall OF water. Murc. dazed
disappeared under the frantic pool in
which a couple of stools, some books,
Evening star., 1926-10-17
BY WARWICK MILLER
TOMPk;NS.

"HE fragile shacks of Port
Moresby. British New Guinea.
had been vibrating for 10 days
i before the incree sing might
of wind from the eastward
Day after day that rushing. invisible
river of cool air had grown stronger
more boisterous.
Long before. all the loose dust of the
place had been hurled in a dun cloud
across the azure bay and over the
bare brown hills to the west. The
homes Of the settlers were filled with
sharp whistlings as the hunted air
drove through cracks in walls and
down fireless chimneys.
1T is the monsoon" the pioneers re.
marked TO one another. Yes. 1t was
the new southeast monsoon. the lau.
rabada, that was bringing on its clea n
wings comfort and health to the little
town that for four months had suf
fered the heat and the rains and the
mosquito legions swept down on il ny
the northwest trade wind whose la st
foul breath had weakly died a fort
night previously.
IE the land-locked bay the scamper.
ing feet of the great wind merely rip.
pied the water that lay green and blue
and purple over the coral patches. but
WltHOut, III IHc oDeH tIull, ID0 SITlOp
of the noisy giant piled up smoking
seas that sped to q crashing. white
doom on the barrier reef miles off.
shore.
What wind Ii was. II was strong
er, the old-timers said. than any mon
soon they had ever known. Only 10
days old and blowing better than As
miles an hour already, They shook
their heads when they saw that we
were determined to venture out with
our little yawl.
There were six of us on the 55-foot
Eleanor. There We're Skipper Tom.
the owner; myself. his mate who had
helped him bring the little packet
across many thousand miles of ocea n,
and Arthur Murcett. young Austria
liam we'd acquired in Port Moresby -
a landlubber. 1t is true, but a hoy we
knew to possess courage and enthu-
siasm We three were aft in the cabin:
Constancio. the Filipino cook boy, was
boss of the tiny fo'csle where his
partner, Jose. and rapuan pilot
We called Charlie were hnnked with
him.
We had spent a month in the fever
ish town getting the Eleanor ready
for another contest with the ocean,
and we were all ready to face almost
anything conceivable rather than
delay our start for Samarai. a port
250 miles to the threatening east
whence drove the monsoon. So.
with everything shipshape. tested and
workable, we finally cast off from
the dock, set close.reefed sails and
poked out of the harbor
X
THEN started a. nightmare Of hard.
- bitter work as we fought our
way inch by inch along the coast
The wind was dead-ahead and the
short reaches between the coast and
the reef precluded any long. winning
tacks. Hour after hour and day after
day we battled grimly on. never max
ing more than or miles a day.
Night sailing was. of course, out of
the question. When darkness came
with its startling, tropical rapidity. we
anchored behind whatever shelter was
Evening star., 1926-10-17

Wearying of academic life while
at the University of California. fol
lowing his service in the United
States Navy during the World
War, Warwick Miller Tompkins
set out on vagabond journey
around the world. In the Philip
pines, after working an adventur-
Gus way through China. Man
churia and Japan. he became one
of party of three that sailed A Is
foot yawl to Borneo. Celebes. Bali,
Timor, Thursday Island and New
Guinea.
Here, in the waters surrounding
and dividing the worlds largest
Island, Mr.. Tompkins had many
thrilling adventures, and on sew
eral occasions his life was inn
periled. Some of these adventures
are recounted in this article and a
succeeding one.