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Evening star., 1927-11-06

and shot on the Marine team at Camp
Perry. In 1916 he was cleanup
man at Jacksonville. Fla. During the
war he served overseas under Gen.
Butler, but was ineligible to compete
in many of the matches held over
there" because he was already a dis
tinguished marksman.
After the arnlistice he tried out for
the a. F.. f. team at lie Mans, France.
hut was deemed not quite good
enough He then returned to- the Ma.
rine five and had the satisfaction OF
helping defeat the team which had
turned him down by a margin of 90
points.
Scrgt. Fisher stood fourth In the
Olympic tryouts in 1920, and won first
place in the games at Antwerp, Bel
gium, where he set up new world
record in the kneeling position, using
Il service rifle without n sling. Three
years later he established another
world record in winning the interna-
tional individual championship. Again,
in 1924. he captured this honor. be
sides. winning the Olympic rifle cham
pionship for the second time-an
achievement that had never before
been cnualed by single individual.
One of the sergeant's notable accom-
plishments was the placing of IL con-
sccutive shots within 312 inches of
the bull's-eye at 321 yards. On an
other occasion he set world record
in the National Free Rifle Match at
Camp Perry. with score of 5iS out
of a possible 600.
In this contest each shooter is per-
mitted to use any kind of rifle he
can devise. provided only that 1t does
not have a telescope sight. Ii
marksman could handle a gun with a
barrel 100 inches long, he would be
allowed to use it in this match. Nat
urally, all sorts of strangelooking
weapons are brought out, each Of them
Evening star., 1927-11-06

Its in can in the cupboard" Ben
said. IN get it.
This rice. now" said Joe. Il won.
der what's the proper way to heat 1t?
wonder If you put it in frying pan
or something?'
Il don't know" Ben admitted.
"lt sort of seems as if that would
fry it up said Joe. Maybe If we put
il in the oven, dish and ali, it would
be better. DO you know how to light
this oven?"
II guess you turn this one on and
then put match In here and then
turn the other ones on" Ben said.
III It pops. you turn it out and do it
again.
Where does your mother put the
coffee In this kind OF coffee pot?'
Joe asked a minute later.
1T goes in that thing with the holes
in it," Pen said 1t was surprising
how much he knew. in loose sort Of
way. about the kitchen things. and
how much in an equally loose sort of
way. he did not know. He did not
know how much coffee to put in the
no. nor how much water. but he
knew exactly whore the pepper was.
This was because he spent quite a
little time in the kitchen with his
mother.
He ate there at noon when he came
home from school and he hung about
the kitchen quite a lite while she
was getting dinner. talking with her
sometimes shcilin- few peas. Or do
irr this or thai small thing.
Evening star., 1927-11-06

she would try to get up to get dinner
for Ben and Joe. but. even as she
thought this she knew she would
not get out of bed again that day.
She knew she felt too utterly miser-
able
There was cold roast beef and
plenty of bread and butter and the
cold rice, if they cared for IL. and
the box Of raspberrieS. Perhaps joe
could make coffee. If he wanted it; II
not. there was sarsa parilia in the ice
box.
A r 6 o'clock Ben. some Of the dust
knocked of his clothes by few
whacks with the fat Of his hand
pushed open the front door and tossed
his hat and his niti in the corner.
chucking his cap on top Of them
"Hcv, NOM" he called. but there
was no answer. He looked into the
dining room. because his thoughts
were Of food. hut the table was not
set.
Hey. NOM he called again. and
went TO the kitchen The kitchen was
depressingiy neat and tidy. the dark
shades down. the floor still damp from
the mop. He would have preferred
TO see il with the kitchen table coy
cred with bowls and spoons. and
kitchen knives. and tops of veget lbles
and pepper sh1kers. and cut loaYes of
bread and the gas range heating
everything. and. perhaps. something
f2..to:in@ in 4 ran over the fame
Evening star., 1927-11-06
INTERLUDE
Bv Ellis Parker Butler

"No, not tonight. Joe. If I don't
feel better in the morning
There's nothing you'd like?'
"No. You'll have to try to find
something for yourself aud Ben to
eat: | don't feel like getting up"
"Oh, We'll manage all right"
Don't try to set the table: it will
Just make work for you--you can
eat in the kitchen"
Well be all right And how about
, you. Anna? Wouldn't you like some
thing"
"No. l don't think so, Joe. l may
he able to get up and make myself
some tea. a little later, if | feel like
wanting it, but all | want now is to
rest here. | think III be all right by
morning. | don't think it is any
thing much
He stood there awkwardly. for
moment, as though he wished he
could do something. but didn't know
what or how. and she dismissed him
az she had dismissed Ben.
when YOU so out. you might
close the door," she said. "Ill try
to sleep again"
lie found Ben at the foot Of the
stairs. and the boy looked up at him
questioningly.
rs she very sicli?" Ben asked.
well. I'm no doctor, SON." Joe
said. giving the boy pat on the
shoulder, "hut she thinks it is moth
ing but a sore throat. She don't
want the doctor. Let's rustic up
some grub, shall we?'
They went to the kitchen. and Joe
raised the shades and opened one of
the windows.
Open the back door, Ben. and let's
let little air through here" he said.
And he opened the door of the ice box
and took out the big platter on which
the roast beef stood in CONCEALED
gravy. "This looks good to a hungry
man." he said. "I1ow does it look to
you? Do you know where the carver
is?'
Tho boy opened the drawer of the
kitchen table.
rs this it?" he asked.
"No, that's what she cuts the bread
with" his father said. Look in one
of the drawers in the dining room
the knife with the stag.horn handle.
And get couple of plates. And some
knives and forks and a couple of
spoons"
The boy brought all these and cup
and saucer. too.
well. yes" his father said. Il
might make some coffee while I'm
about 1t. Let me see-where does she
keep the Coffee"
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heard the sound again-a loud pop.
and then the noise of faring gas Jets.
He slid out of bed and went down the
hall and looked into his mothers room.
Her bed was empty.
He went to the head OF the stairs.
He could hear his mother in the
kitchen. lie drew a deep. involuntary
breath, and his mother came from the
kitchen and opened the front door.
As she turned, she saw him at the top
of the stairs.
"My goodness. Ben-go back to
bed, You can sleep another hour,
she said. and smiled at him.
Are you-are you pretty we'll this,
morning." Ben asked.
Ever so much better.'
AS he slid into bed. his father
awakened and raised his head.
What is IT," he asked. frightened
Nothing" Ben said. Everything s
all right. Mothers well again"
downright 1927
Evening star., 1927-11-06

from de name from Pendora wot she
was fool from chomm witt beauty! so
in view from de feet wot she was by
de Colts y faworite so itch dunnated
by her "a gecft it should incrissing
witt enhencirg by her de chomm witt
de beauty de poisencity.
SO wan day ii was, ,stendin% Pendofa
in de front by mccror wot she was
preemping witt primmins witt hcddinS
ulso "A totch from a highbrow pehZii
witt q ieeps lex uiso a leedle mescera
by de heye!eshcS witt snmm cologne
vat IN de ritr from de hears witt
iesh podder witt roodgs yat. Or III
,ddcr woids she was painting on new
faze 50 1t gate gradu1lly by de door
4 knock wot she SAD so:
Comm piizze in" So 1t hentered
aXpra ssmnn witt "a berg, beeg box wot
II was Indebted by contents from n
ms eorous nature SO IL stood on de
box a nuttice SO: 'DtiN'r UPPENlNG
"Ef.i. tIiREESMAS."
So prndor., gate a look de- box wot
il overpowderod her de curiosity wot
she sad to hersalf she sad so:
lin SO wot's from now teel
chraesmas de denferencc?. I'll geve
gradually pull de streeng so who'll
know
Evening star., 1927-11-06
Light as a Barrier.
TT is reported that the Danish G

TT is reported that the Danish gov
ernment is making, under the d.
rection of the biological station at
Copenhagen, an interesting. effort to
aid the fishermen of the Baltic by pre-
venting the migration of eels from
that sea into the ocean. The means
employed is barrier of light" form
ed by placing so electric lamps along
a submerged cable between the Island
of Fano and the coast of Funen. The
effectiveness of such barrier depends
upon the fact that the eels migrate
only during the dark hours. Accord
ingly, as soon as darkness begins. In
the season of migration, the lamps are
illuminated and thus a wall of light is
interposed from which the eels recoil.
A similar principle is said to nave
been employed from time immemorial
by fishermen on certain parts OF the
coast of Italy.
Evening star., 1927-11-06

Second Floor--YI " VI. gudgeous
Pincus.
First Floor---So geeye vat a ieeston
50 it goes mine Gragnry witt de leedle
boy by de stritt so day playing dcre
bv de SisSaW witt a whole geng from
keeds so IL goeves break by de
SiSsaW de board wot ii falls don do
whole gang from de keeds in a seeing
poseetion on de sihewulik -~wot DO
hall stodding in dcy should cry it hoits
dem. so is serting gradually minr
hosba nd pincus in de polar so il
motches in mine Gragory witt Of list
fectin kecds wot dey hall crying wot
IL SaZ nine GraGory shsh don't cry
ing ~iIrncie'ii gonna feex MOO. moo
~ dupts esk
Third Floor - so Isidors. fSMAtkt
barefoot wid "A cold you wukking ha:
tSmackl In de needle from a dreft
yst tSMAck1 DizZizzizz you nidd
from Creep odder a tiinfiuenra ma.
ture yat tSMAl'I<b odder maybe am
monia~ GCt boTbced' tSMACkt
Fourth Floor Oohoo nize baby. III
opp all de heSperasus teeps so nom.
ma II gonna tell YOU a Grick Mit
from Pcndora's Box: Nance oppon
witt time was leevinc in Griss
among de Grick Colts yong lady
Evening star., 1927-11-06

under any circumstances are never
admitted to this club, and as Sergt.
Fisher was made life member, being
the first shooter ever so honored, ne
considers this the greatest distinction
that has come to him.
His record indicates that Fisher won
his success in the old-fashioned way
by hard work. lie appears to nave
had no genius for marksmanshlp
When he began to shoot his scores
were decidedly mediocre. even Tor
novice. Though he practiced dallH
for years and was eventually rewarded
for his perseverance. his progress was
slower than that made ny the average
beginner. 1t took him three years to
qualify as an expert and 10 years to
reach his first individual champion
ship.
The Sergeant'S temperament seems
to he such that he takes delight in
doing the things that come hard to
him. lie admits he prefers pistol
shooting over shooting with a rifle.
because he ia mot so good ut it." and
like the comedian who would play
Hamlet" confesses to a secret am
bition to "he able to play the violin
half as we'll as l am supposed to be
able to shoot
Strange as 1t may seem, this man.
the accuracy of whose shooting has
been acclaimed around the world. be-
gan rifle practice against his will. He
states that if he had had any choice
in the matter, he would not have
marched out to the range with about
100 other Marine Corps recruits to re-
ceve his first instructions in firing,
Is years ago. The future sergeant
was not particularly interested at first,
but was encouraged by his company
comma nder. who thought he showed
promise. Nevertheless. in spite of the
encouragement, he did not qualify the
first year.
In 1912, however, he made the grade
Evening star., 1927-11-06

his mother. They were like two
gentle consprators. His father but
tered the toast, but the butter was
hard, and he shook his head over 1t.
They talked about that moment and
then had a great thought--if they put
the toast on n plate and put the
plate in the oven, the plate would he
warm and the butter would malt and
it would be much better.
We've got to keep the toast and
the teapot at the other side from the
ice cream Joe said, 80 it won't
melt. And I tell you--get glass for
some water and I'll crack piece of
ice for it."
"Shall I put the ice cream in a
dish" asked Ben.
mo. hold on a minute" said Joe.
"Well do that the last thing. And
I'll tell YOU what. Put that saucer on
top of the ice in the ice box and got
1t cool; then she won't melt so fast"
''It looks pretty good" Joe said,
when the tray was all loaded, except
for the ice cream. Think we've for
gotten anything?"
They went over the tray carefully.
The toast was there, the tea was
there, the raspberries and the cream
were tnefe, tncfe WIS sugar anu d
napkin and silver.
II could-I could get now, maybe,
a couple of flowers" suggested Ben
dfIidently.
"Yes-you do that" said Joe. You
hustle out and get two or three of
those roses from the garden. and III
fill glass to put them in. and by
that time that saucer on the ice will
be cold enough"
"I got four colors," Ben said, when
he returned with the roses. Joe ar
ranged them in the glass. Then they
emptied the ice cream into its saucer.
1t was beautiful in it's rosiness, above
the white tray napkin.
THAT looks pretty good, said Joe,
meaning the tray. He took it care
fully in his two hands. and the ice in
the tumbler jingled pleasantly. For
some reason he could not understand
Evening star., 1927-11-06

They went downstairs and into
the kitchen again. There were not
many dishes. but they were quite
while over them. They washed and
wiped wha tever was to he washed and
wiped and put everything away and
brushed the floor and closed the door
and the window and drew the shades.
Then Joe went up for the tray and
brought it Down. Half the berries and
half the toast had been eaten and
practically all of the ice cream. The
teapot was much depleted of contents.
That was fine, but Ben looked at his
father mutely.
"She SAYS she feels better" Joe said.
"but / think she has a little fever.
She's going to sleep now. I'll sleep
with you tonight, l guess, so she'll be
more comfortable"
"Yes; all right" Ben said.
eff she's no better in the morning.
we'll have the doctor, and no non
sense about it," said Joe.
Yes, sir" Ben agreed.
They sat while on the veranda,
and Joe smoked. Now and then, ne
went upstairs quietly and each time,
when he came down again, he said
she was asleep.
Il think you'd better get TO Ded,
Ben" he said presently. III have
a couple of more looks at your
mother and then I'll turn in. too
Yes, sir: well. good night Ben
said, and kissed his father and went
up. lie felt lonely and strange and,
when he was in. bed. he cried a ltt1'
he did not know why, exactly-and
then began a long sort of prayer that
al a thing
and the same words, that mother
would be we'll in the morning. dear
God, and he fell asleep, thinking the
prayer.
lie awakened in the morning, with
a start. hearing noise for which he
could not account. and sat up in bed
His father. his back toward him, was
sleeping like a log.
From below in the kitchen, Ben
Evening star., 1927-11-06

g A BLOCK distant, In Harby's va.
n cant lot, Ben stood close to the
n fiat slab of stone that repre-
sented the home base and
raped it sharply with the end
of his bat, his eyes hawk-like on the
hand of the pitcher. 49,,
Throw it! Throw it, you cheese"
he shouted. "Hit me on the beeZer'
You re afraid to throw it,
He waggled his bat and raped on
the stone again, nervously alert.
The pitcher looked over his shoulder
at second base. glanced at third and
first, wound up in true professional
fashion and let Ben have his famous
ia~ Sall straight over the base. AS
the ball left his hand the boy on thlrd
started for home, and the two on first
and second made rushes for the next
bases. They counted on Ben; they
usually could count on Ben
Ben's bat swung over his shoulder
snappily and returned with all the
strength of his muscular young arms
and torso singing in it's hickory.
Mrs. Miller heard the smart smack
of the bat against the ball and the
instant burst of shouts and yells.
She heard the momentary hull that
came when the left fielder extended
his hands for the ball and the wild
yells when he muffed it.
She heard the shrieks of Home.
Ben, Home" and the shouting when
he threw himself into the dust and
slid to touch the home base. and the
mad yelling that always follows
close decision in boys game of base
ball.
But she was not greatly interested.
Her throat felt as if dozen sharp
hooks were grasping it inside. and
when she swallowed there was an
ugly lain at the back of her head,
and. more than all, there was the
beating pain in her eyes. She felt
nauseated and weak. She had already
gargled with salt water and had
painted her throat thoroughly.
When she had dropped the last of
her garments on the floor she sat on
the edge of the bed a moment or two
before she had strength to draw hn
her nightdress, and she paused again.
her eyes closed, before she took the
pins from her hair and got between
the sheets. with a sigh.
The shades were drawn. the room
was dusky and cool, and being in bed
was great relief. She closed her
eyes and hoped she could fall asleep.
81 hope I'm not going to be SICK"
she thought. Il hope I'll be all right
in the morning. l must try to be all
right in the morning." She felt
heavy. drowsv.
Her last waking thought was that
Evening star., 1927-11-06

Ben wanted to cry more than he had
wanted to cry for years. He did not
know why.
"III wait down here" he ventured
"No. YOU come up and open the door
for me-" said joe, and Ben went
ahead, the jinglinS ice in the tumber
following him cautiously. step by
step. He raped on the door, and his
mother said. Come" He could hear
her turning in the bed, and. when he
opened the door, she was leaning on
one elbow.
'sWe brought you some supper" he
said.
ooh. how nice, How pretty" his
mother said. "And ice cream. Why,
you dear thoughtful boys. l did want
some ice cream
1--WE thought perhaps YOU could eat
little something" said Joe. Ben
thought of the flowers"
"They're lovely! Will you raise one
of the shades, Benz"
Joe put the tray N chair, helped
her up in the bed, and put pillow
behind her; then he put the tray on
her knees. Joe poured the tea.
"Is the tea about right" he asked.
"Just right" she said. and the
lump in Ben's throat swelled again.
His mother made a wry face as she
slipped the tea.
Its my throat she said. 1T
hurts to swallow" and then she real
tied how awkward her two men We're,
as they stood there, and guessed that
they were feeling as men feel in
sick room.
AZ don't think you need watt she
said I'm going to have to take this
very slowly. There's everything here
l need. I think you're wonderful, both
of you, fixing up tray such as this
You can leave. the door open when
you go OUT
Yes" Joe said. "Ben and have to
do some dishwashing; hey, Benz"
Yes. sir" Ben said, and grinned.
"WeIl, you can both kiss me. Not
or, tho mouth Now gnNI
Evening star., 1927-11-06

and the coffee pot bubbling on the
small burner,
"Aw. darn" he said disgustedly,
and opened the icehoX. He saw six
cold sweet potatoes and took one.
Eating it. he went up the stairs. As
he passed his mothers door, she called
to him.
Penny" she called in a voice that
sounded faint and far away.
The voice gave him a slight momen-
tary fright. He had thought his
mother must be at a neighbor's or at
one of her clubs.
"Yes'm," he answered, and stood by
the door.
Come in" his mother said. and he
went in. Come here" she said as he
paused just inside the door. He
walked to the he'd slowly. and his
mother turned and looked at him.
He felt that something was pretty
wrong. She was so pale, and her hair
was all hanging loose and every which
way about her head on the pillow.
''Ycs'm." he said nervously.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Why. it's o'clock. l guess.
guess it is. I guess it's about that.
Pretty near 6 O'clock"
MY throat is sore" his mother
ached, so l came to bed. l don't
think I'll try to get up"
"Yes'm." Ben said.
you and your father can get your
selves something to eat. There's the
roast beef, and YOU can warm the rice,
and there's the box of raspberries.
The hutter's in the lower part of the
refrigerator. You know where the
bread is"
''Yes'm." Ben said.
''Your fathers not home yet?"
"No'm." Ben said.
His mother turned away from him
again.
"You might close the door when
you go out" she said
Ben moved to the door. lust be-
fore he closed it. he paused mo-
ment. He cleared his throat; for
some reason. there was a lump in it.
He cleared it twice.
II hope You'll feel all right" he
said. in a voice that was so husky
he did not recognize it as his own.
and then he went out hastily and
closed the door, because he had
feeling that he was going to cry, il
he tried to say more.
He went to the bathroom and
washed his hands and face. He
washed himself unusually well. He
let the bowl run full of hot water,
Evening star., 1927-11-06
By MIIT GROSS.
ND FLOOR-So wot is?

- ECOND FLOOR--So Wot is?
First F'ioor--So dun't esk. !.
EDepiep&Y you could gat from
~ dem. Wat-ill told YOU IL
seeting mine husband. PinruS.
gradually in de polar so is playing
.i... ny de floor mine Gregory witt
on. from lie naxs door rheeldren wo'
de- got dere II toy wot ii entitled
Is.k III conjunction Wit Bnns'ukk.
50 in de fnpedie from de playing u
~Sev" gradually n jomp opp from d.
top De spr-eG wot II i,eeYe knock d@
leede boy by de noSe--so wait yat----.
Second Floor vi 81 vi 81 VI vi
First Floor-So IL stotts in de ieedle
boy he shall croy SO mine PIncu*
eeeves heem where il hoits by de nose
KEGS wot he saz so: Shsh dun
crying -hunt le feex.
Second F'loor--Iim.--a dolIlnk Pin
Gus
- + rioor--Sy wait'--so hofter
ices i gees@a ds lcedls hoy Wit a
hen.mer "A kn0cE de feenger so he
sfotts in he should cry so mine Pin
Gus geeves heem where it hoits hv de
feerger a KEGS wot he sAZ; shsh-
cunt crying -huicle feex.
Evening star., 1927-11-06
Marine Marksman Has 50 Medals
BY GEORGE PORTER.

~>CNNERY SERGT. MORRIS
4 FISHER, 1415 T street south
Y east, is a Washingtonian who
has literally made his mark
in the world. Fifty medals,
Douglas daily dispatch., 1927-07-24
With Other Editors
THE PRESIDENTS AGRIouLTURAL pRoGRAM
Chicago Tribune)


president has
their
have
sTha
found to be- the
Other statstans find fault with
counting but few will be inclined
return his investment his
suggest that the between
The estimate of the nations agricultural
month shows
This not the estimate
relief but from the
The farmers bad the sky
hope prosperity without
The president it known
agriculture but find evidence
has changed his
That will do the presl-
dents political standing, either. "
farn relief oppose
farmers particularly
of them in the belt, graver.
the initiative
he wrest the initiative them
The first will nothing
make friends particularly in the republican stonghod middle
where millions of citizens still suffering
which followed the the president
moment to it is
Douglas daily dispatch., 1927-07-24
OUR DEBT TO THE FLYERS
(NeW York Tribune)

Mist rain and heat unable
Yorks welcome to the returning
mood changes longer stimulated
at meodrama but the apprecve
OF their
been called
politics shoulders
the of aircraft have been military
the
ventures has been stressed they
populazng aviation
communications
ledge about the earths
The praise on all these varying counts justified
feeling that the
their simplest
called
seldom those qualities of simplicity unseIshn
which
comfortable q
frontier with
skill to
Bedford whaling
in their profession; they reminded
be in this machine and for that thank
Douglas daily dispatch., 1927-07-24
City Playground

When thing
to take it altogether much granted has light
that the city OF Douglas has the most excellent city
playground systems in the of the United
Certainly children
tion period something
little attention it. 1t thing children
the Fifteenth
be carefully cared directed while they
They that they will be
and will permitted
Two adults that They
their shoulders
every
of
for might
few lessons humanity
the wadng little
tots and the bali diamond
There all the tragedies
of childhood enacted There feel thing
bearing the likeness Christ this
babies playground that ALL after
so that nothing that is there.
Summer
the that the A. youngsters
into the mountains
that to real American better
The boy scouts have the Chricahua
nearly fine youth
to them as the
summer camps.
those there
that additional
of that youth
right ssA
With the finest country high
Fairgrounds recreation
with
the condition in
rear a family might be found many journey.