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Evening star., 1935-07-21
HISTORIC SPOT UNCHANGED
After "a Years Bull Run Remains Today the Same Sweet
Countryside 1t Was Before the Clash Arms, Almost
Only Roadway Changed.

the Henry House Hill is unchanged.
The frame dwelling at the left Of the
road on the crest of the hill, still.called
the Henry House, of course is not the
building that stood there in 1851.
This house was riddled to splinters In
the first fight and its venerable owner,
the widow Henry, was mortally
wounded Later il was burned, but
I understand the present structure is
on the same foundation.
Another landmark was the Van
Pelt house. which stood north of
the turnpike overlooking the stone
bridge. 1t was destroyed within re-
cent years by fire. Opposite. and near
the turnpike on the crest Of the hill
where there is thick growth Of trees
and vines. is the site of the Robinson
house. behind which Gen. Bernard
Bee of the Confederate Army rallied
his troops after his retreat from Burn
sides attack on the hill north Of the
stone house
. 1T was while Bee was following
a little ravine here and asking his
men to stand fast that he is said to
have shouted the words destined to
go down in history in the famous
nom de guerre Of Stonewall Jack
son. Southeast OF the Henry House,
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the tourist homes" the hot dog
stands and modern bungalows.
At Centreville No al runs straight
through with filling stations on left
and right, but when Gen. Mcdowell
arrived there on Thursday, July Is,
the road made bend to the right.
forming the main street of Centre
vile, and then turned to the left and
ran straight down to the westward
to the stone bridge At Cub Run
no, the suspension bridge is no
longer here, but the stream hasn't
changed.
And at the stone bridge and be-
yond-well, you listened to DR.. Moul-
ton. You know the ground we'll.
Watch for the brownstone house at
the crossroads, on the north side.
Imagine back over the crest at the
left you see that invincible line of
Stonewall JackSon's brigade, while all
around you are McDowells men
struggling across the road and over
the little stream at your left, trying
to gain the hilltop. Into the stone
house they are carrying MANNED men,
and at the crossroads and its imme-
diate vicinity are more than 100 dead
and dying men in blue. Pretty soon
from the woods across the meadow in
Evening star., 1935-07-21
BATTLE RECALLED IMPORTANT NEW BOOKS APPEAR
A STIRRING NEW BIOGRAPHY
President Masaryk Tells His Story an Outstanding Work
Olive Moore New Book Starts Battle of Critics in
England-A New Crime Ouestonnaire.

example Of Czech courtesy somewhat
exceeding our own.
The narrative is that of the Presi-
dents life. He was the son of a serf.
From this beginning, without the am
bition to make a mark in the world,
out rather with philosophical thirst
for knowledge, he rose to be the lead
ing man Of his people. He was pro-
fessor before the outbreak Of the war
AS he stands revealed through this
book he is less the intellectual human
ist than the human intellectual. That
is to say, he brought trained mind
to work on his problems, but he never
lost his valuation Of the viewpoint OF
the individual.
In some parts of the book. where
the aims Of various local groups and
parties are dealt with, there must
necessarily be a tagging of interest
for the reader TO whom the protago-
nists are merely names. Two parts OF
the narrative. however, stand out shin
ingly and must hold all lovers of pre-
else and sensitive writing. These are
the chapters telling Of the Presidents
childhood and those In which he states
his ideas for the future.
There is something Of more than
passing significance to this. Ask any
man to reminisce about his boyhoOd
or to speak intelligently about the
Evening star., 1935-07-21
Life Guards Efficient.

nCEAN CITY, N. j., life guards
~ claim an enviable record, not one
life having been lost in the ocean
there in the past five years.
The guards maintain 8 constant
vigil and keep the swimmers fairly
well concentrated In blocks, where
they are under the eye of two guards
stationed on a high platform oppo-
site each block of surf.
Those Straying too far out or too
far to one side are warned by whistle
and hand signal to come back.
In cases in which help is needed
If the life boats are too far away for
prompt action, guard swims out
with buoyancy can. on which the
weight of the swimmer is rested until
the boat arrives to take the person
aboard.
In the guard hospital new form
of resuscitation apparatus is in use,
providing for the first or emergency
treatment, in which the swimmers
lungs are freed from water with res
piration force, followed by later
treatment in which generous sup
ply of oxygen is given until the swim
mer is fully able to leave the hospital.
Evening star., 1935-07-21

future, and you can take his measure.
1t is a curious thing that so few
Americans are able to do either. Child
hood they seem TO regard as a thing
/ to be ashamed Of. Opinions on the
! future almost always fall into current
/ bombast. But, as has been said, Pres
/ ident MaSaryk writes like a man who
has reached maturity. 1t is a much
rarer accomplishment than one likes
| to think.
THE APPLE IS BITTEN AGAIN. BY
Olive Moore. New York: E. p.
Dutton g. Co.
THIS is a book made up in large
part of epigrams, proverbs, wise
cracks. and the like. 1t ought to be
stimulating in effect, because it's
young author Is obviously iconoclaStic
(although conventionally so) in her
thinking Unhappily, her skill as
writer does not come up to her
agility In thought, and so her obvious
intent to be revolutionary does not
always come of. The wisecrack-or
epigram, if you prefer-needs above
all else to be done perfectly. Failing
that, it is either didactic or merely
embarrassing Miss Moore errs on
both counts too frequently to be ex-
cused.
Notwithstanding, her book has con-
siderable to be said for it. One wants
to give some praise to a courageous
thinker, even If her courage has not
led her into paths as original as she
herself seems to believe. She has
given US 200 pages of her brief para
graphs, touching on the arts, the
emotions, the manners, the times and
the customs. That in itself is indica-
tive OF her lack of artistic perception.
Two hundred pages of epigram-even
good epigram-is, like the beard Of
Polonius, too long.
If Miss Moore would write less.
write better and curb her conviction
Of her own uniuuenesS somewhat, it
seems fair to say that she might
be genuinely interesting figure in
letters. Unhappily for her future,
already been bestowed upon her; her
native land, England, we are told,
boycotted the present work and critics
took sides about 1t. For a young
writer who Is already cocky, to say
the least, this may well be serious
stumbling block. For Miss Moore. on
the evidence of the present work, does
not need severity. Her requirement,
on the contrary, would seem to be
generous degree of indulgence.
This observation stands for all but
one of the 16 chapters of her book.
The one which Is excepted has previ-
ously been published. Miss Moore
says that she includes it in her present
collection because she Is tired Of
being quoted and plagiarised without
acknowledgment. If that Is indeed
her true reason. she owes something
to her plagiarists, for this one chap
ter is worth all the rest, and indeed
it is doubtful that, without 1t, the
present work in Its slightness could
have stood the stress of publication.
The chapter referred to Is Further
Reflection. on the Death Of a Porcu-
pine: Final Word on D. H. Law
renee" In this not only Is Miss
Moore's thinking accurate; her wit
is delicious. Observers of the inter-
national literary scene whose sense
Of humor has been tickled by the
late Lawrence comedy will find this
chapter well worth the price of the
book.
Evening star., 1935-07-21
New Beetle Trap.
JAPANESE green beetles have bccol

JAPANESE green beetles have become
- so widespread that Department
of Agriculture experts have developed
a new form of trap to keep track of
them at lower cost than was the case
with the control traps in use last
year.
The new trap is constructed from
a tin can with a mesh bottom and a
funnel and battle above. The wire
bottom permits water to drain out,
thus making it unnecessary to visit
the traps frequently and recharge
them with bait.
The bait now Is carried In pumice
stone, which absorbs sufficient for .
month or two.
The new traps are not intended as
control measures, but simply are set
out to check up on the prevalence OF
the beetle and the extent of the in
festation.
Evening star., 1935-07-21

in the pine growth, marks Gen. Jack
sons line.
THE Henry House was the high
water mark for the Union attack
Here were posted the batteries OF
Griffin and Ricketts,. and Sherman's
infantry swept up the hill from the
turnpike but to be driven back In
the woods at the right of the Sudley-
Brentsville road, a little beyond the
Henry House, occurred severe fght-
ing also.
ON THE turnpike mile beyond the
~ stone house IS the Dogan farnl-
stead but. of course, the hayJtacks
behind which Georgia sharpshooters
took potshots at the I'd New
Hampshire have disappeared. Here
the I'd fred its first hostile vol
ley in the war. shooting at the Geor-
gians, whose main line was at the
foot of the hill across Youngs branch.
With the arms in use in 1861 these
volleys had no effect, but todav with
modern arms It Wot.ic seem impos-
sible for any foe tn escape
"The Brentsville road northward
from the stone ho use to Sudley
Springs follows is old course. At
Sudley McDowell's men headed by
Burnside's brigade, forded Bull Run,
refllled their canteens and double-
quicked down the road to open the
fight on the right Sudley has
changed somewhst but still retains
much of its wartime atmosphere"
Dr. Moulton has described the
actual area Of the main battle. OF
course there was feint on the left,
where the present road from Centre
vile to Manassas crosses Bull Run,
and in the retreat of the Federal
forces the Confederates followed with
their artillery, Causing the discom-
future of the fleeing army and the
panic-stricken spectators at Cub Run,
half way between Centreyille and the
stone bridge.
In the wartime, Cub Run, was
spanned by crazy structure known as
the suspension bridge" 1t went to
smash with overturned vehicles under
the Confederate honbardment, and
here the trouble started which turned
comparatively ordei'y retreat into
frenzied rout, tkrminating only when
many of the soldiers and all Of the
camp followers were safely back across
the Potomac in Washington.
Now for a trip t. Bull Run today,
recalling how Wastlngtonians who
were not in uniform ard whose chief
purpose was one of idle curiosity,
made the journey cn that Sunday
morning In 1851.
The route In those DAYS, following
the wake of McDoweIl's advance, was
across the Long Bridge, out the CO.
lumbia turnpike to Annandale, thence
TO Fairfax Court House to the forks
of the road just east of what once was
the village of Germantown.
Half of Germantown's few houses
were burned by incendiaries when
McDoweil's vanguard reached the
hamlet, resulting in vehement order
from the commander in chief. No
more houses in the Confederate area
were assailed by Federal troops. To-
day the Warrenton turnpike is desig-'
mated as U, s. Highway No. 2l1. Fol-
lowing this from Germantown to Gen.
treville the grade II identical with
that of the old turnpike. and the
structures that date back to the war
time are easily did nguishable amid
Evening star., 1935-07-21

the southwest angle Of the road will
be charge of Confederate cavalry,
every man on black horse At their
head with a plume in his hat is Col.
J. E. B. Stuart, soon to win ever
lasting fame as one of America s
greatest cavalry leaders.
But We have intruded on the battle
field. Your civilian picnickers who
came out here "A years ago halted
back yonder on the hill before cross
ing the stone bridge, where they had
good view of the battle, but were
safely beyond the zone of fire.
ON SATURDAY, July 20, 1861, it was
common knowledge in Washing
ton that Mcdowell would bring on his
battle on Sunday. He had moved out
on the previous Tuesday, and Tyler,
leading his advance, had become in
volved in a foolish affair at Black
burns Ford on Thursday, losing up
ward of 90 men. Mcdowell devoted
two days to looking over the ground
and maturing his plans. Back in
Washington Congress had adjourned
so, well everybody who could afford
1t and obtain a pass over the long
bridge decided. to go out and see the
fight Why not?
1t was to be a great Union victory,
the rebels would be chased back to
Richmond, the war would be over. Is
it any wonder that Washington pro-
visioners were busy packing hampers
of choice viands and the livery stable
keepers raised the rates for choice
rigs?
The night was calm and beautiful,
with a rising moon and effulgent
stars, just the sort of a night that
now beckons. us to rise early and get
out ahead Of the traffic. To be sure,
in the Bull Run days they did not
call it "traffic, but congestion on the
highways meant the same thing.
In 1885 almost any motorist can
make the journey from Washington
to the battle-ground in an hour, or
less, thanks to the automobile and
modern roads. Seventy-four years
ago the Senators and Congressman,
artists and journalists, suffers and
rewsboys, loafers and pickpockets who
crowded the rear of the Federal
Army spent part of the night and
half Of the day to reach Centerville,
from whence they viewed the great
panorama of the battlefield. They
travelled in elegant carriages, smart
surreys, buggies, springwagons, on
horseback and on foot, moving slowly
In Q pan Of dust.
That caravan of camp followers
high and low-was marked by inpa-
t:ence, profanity and the consump-
ton Of much hard liquor. High off,
cials-and they were many-had the
right Of way for their carriages and
swept by the more humble vehicles,
but all were irretrievably halted when
numbering Army wagon got in the
way.
A s THEY approached Centerville
they heard the opening guns Of
the battle. which began with light
skirmishing at sunrise, and before
noon when the sightseers' column
crowded the heights overlooking Bull
Run the conflict was raging on the
hill north Of the turnpike. They
heard the roar of cannon and the
muttering sound Of rolling nusketry,
and saw two miles away the smoke Of
guns mingled with the dust--a blush
yellow cloud adorned by curling, fam
tastic wraiths txpn bursting shslls,
Evening star., 1935-07-21
By Mary-Carfer Roberts.

By Mary-Carfer Roberts.
THE FURYS. BY James Hanley.
New York: The Macmillan Co.
TT IS only fair to say Of this book
that It has already been praised
by pretty eminent critics. 1t is
l. also indicated in fairness to state
that it has beyond question certain
substantial merits. It is well built
and, like all structures that are well
put together, 1t has inherent beauty.
1t has obviously been written in q
passion of realism; the characters are
living, the scenes are authentic. One
who failed to admit that the author
has worked in sincerity would be
stupid. One who said that he did
not know his materials would be mad.
Notwithstanding, The Furys" Is a
dull book.
That is the impression one receives
naturally on reading tit Is q dull
book. Recognition Of its merits comes
secondsrily, as an act OF judgment.
1t Is hard to analyZe the reason for
the conflicting impressions, as 1t must
always be hard to do thing for con-
sciences sake. Conscience, however
df conscience Rlone) demands dis
cussion for this powerful, vital, un-
interesting novel.
1t Is a story Of an Irish working
Evening star., 1935-07-21

fore them as they raced back to Wash
ington.
When the moon came up the wild
caravan Of spectators, mingled with
teansters and soldiers, swept through
Fairfax Court House, and on and on
through the night until a severe storm
came up. Deluged by the rain, they
plodded over the Long Bridge and
oozed into the mud of the city streets.
The big Sunday outing of Washing
tons embattled civilians was over.
Evening star., 1935-07-21
Tobacco Pests Fought.

DoWN at oxford, N. c., the Depart.
ment of Agriculture has started
experimental and research work to
determine what can be done about
three pests which cause considerable
destruction to tobacco.
The three insects, the hornworrn,
the budworm and the flea beetle attack
the plants from the seed bed until the
leaves are stored away in the curing
sheds. Fumigants and suction light
traps have been Of some aid In cor
trolling the pests. but better methods
are needed.
Evening star., 1935-07-21

class family living in an English sea-
port. The men are laborers. The
mother has dreams of something be-
yond her own unhappy level of life
and has decreed that her youngest
son shall enter the priesthood. After
seven years Of study he returns home
in disgrace, desiring to go to sea
That is his mothers calamity. 1t is
the end of her dream. She adjusts
herself to 1t within the course of a
few weeks. The entire book, Of over
500 pages, is given to describing the
family existence during those weeks.
Perhaps the dullness of the work
lies in the authors very rigid adher-
ence to the slice-of-life formula. He
not only avoids idealizing his char
acters: he refuses to allow us TO see
how they idealize themselves. We
know, for example, that when the
mother empties her scrub pail, she is
really emptying her life's hope. We
do know that. But what we read is
description of the grimy gray water.
with dirt; in the same way the fine
ness of her nature is overlaid with
ignorance. bigotry and selflshness.
Mr.. Hanley places the flneness and the
meaness before us alike-not only
without comment, but without ar
rangement. We see life in the Fury
family as We would see it If we were
present-with the physical eye. Its
interpreting is left to US.
1t is possible for us to accomplish
this Interpretation from the material
which he gives us, but that does not
make a book. The author, either by
arrangement or by comment, should
make his purpose clear-so clear that
1t is an insepsrable part of his work.
When he neglects this, he Is not
writing; he is setting puzzles. And
a 50o-page puzzle. it seems fair to pre-
dict, will interest only very limited
group.
PRESIDENT MASARYK TELLS HIS
STORY. Recounted by Karel Ca
pek. Translated from the Czech.
New York: G.. P. Putnam's Sons.
A MID a veritable welter of books
about themselves by current
politicians, this STORY" of Thomas
Garrigue Masaryk shines like good
deed in an unmentionable world.
Mr.. Masaryk is a graceful narrator.
His story, as told to Karel Capek Zone
of the Capeks of R. U. r. has quail
ity that is truly refreshing. One will
not call this quality simplicity, since,
after the vast shallow thunder from
our own right and left, no merely SIM
pie utterance could very much refresh.
It is instead refreshing depth. Mr..
Masaryk has, obviously, a mature and
subtle mind. He clothes his most
thoughtful ideas in plain, almost
ehildlke language. This is unhappny
very different from our literary ON
cialdonn, from which issues all too
often puerilities Of thought wrapped
In profundities of verbiage. 1t Is by
this contrast, as well as by its own
inherent merit, that the present work
is found refreshing.
One. should point out, Of course,
that President Masaryk is not the ac-
tual writer Of this book. 1t Is told in
the first person, however, and we are
further assured that 1t is set down IN
the Presidents own words. Mr. Capek.
q well-recognized artist, has simply
used his skin to select and arrange the
episodes as they were told to him.
The formality Of acknowledging the
help ofythe ghost writer seems TO be an
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counted the happenings Of the
town, the office.
Then he, too, felt impelled
to talk. He told Jim Of his
dealings with Wen and Yang.
81 never quite got the hang
of it," he ended, why Yang
wouldn't take the agency"
We'll, the chances are" an
swered Jim, "that Yang is the
silent partner. He wanted to
dodge the responsibility. In
fact, we gathered as much from
the Chinese after your telegram
came telling of the contract
with Wen"
Stephen looked crestfallen.
After all, then, he had been
outWltted. sa-xAsAa
"Say, JIM" Stephen said sud.
denly, "the other night while I
was waiting for the boat I had
an idea. You know as long as
the people use those saucers Of
oil for light our sales won't go
up very much. You know as
we'll as I do we'll never sell
many of our big lamps. They're
too expensive; even the mer-
chants don't buy them often.
Well, I got to thinking-saw a
boy one night with a lamp made
out of a bottle
Come on with the big idea,"
encouraged Jim. "Spill it,"
WELL" said Stephen, 81
thought if we could make a lit
tie lamp that would hold just
cup of oil, a lamp coolie could
afford to buy, something like
the night-lamps our mothers
put by our beds when we were
kids. I've worked it all out.
We might make the bowl of col
ored glass. The Chinese would
like that. Do you think there is
anything good in the idea?"
"Good?" Jim sat straight in
his chair, the look of the
waster gone from his face.
Good? It's grand! A tricky
little thing like that would take
hold with the Chinese. It ought
to set us ahead of the British
in the business. Well put the
idea up to the boss in the
morning"
The older man looked at his
watch. There's a big stag din
ner at Tins tonight and here
we sit like two fools talking
about company business. We'd
better be getting into our toys"
"Bleak old burg" said
Stephen, but he really did not
mean it tonight. The treeless
tide-washed town looked good
to him as he walked with his
friend down the dirt path.
Ahead the towers of Tins
place" rose above the monot-
onouS banks Of the river. Ste
phen's pleasure heightened as
he passed into Tins compound
between two lines of giant red
paper lanterns. An unaccus-
toned sound reached his ears
white mems singing, white
mems laughter.
On a raised platform at the
farther end of the banquet
room behind the zakuski table
stood Tim, a small, middle-aged
Russian aristocrat.
Stephen plunged into the
crowd around the table. All at
once he felt remote and out Of
it. His return proved each time
a more difficult adjustment.
He stepped aside and stood
leaning against a window. AS
he took in the scene around
him, he observed Jim coming
toward him, carrying cocktail
glasses.
Timber up a bit. I didn't
bring you here to be so con-
founded removed" Jim said,
half under his breath.
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