Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 220, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 September 1915 — Page 2

THE HAM SLICER

By FRANK FILSON.

If anybody had told Jimmy Byrne five weeks before that on a certain day in summer he would be lying in a French trench among the men of the Foreign legion and aiming his rifle at the periscope of a German sergeant, he would have laughed. Yet such had happened. Caught in France on the outbreak of the war, while on his way home after a year’s tour on his wealthy father's money, he, had simply gone to see the fun. He thought it would be a matter of a month or two. So did many then.

The mail from home had been first angry and pleading, then resigned. His father, whose big house on Fifth avenue seemed strangely empty, tried to get Jimmy out through the American ambassador. But Jimmy was obdurate; he liked his taste of war. "If you could only be here," his sister Mary had written. “Kats, the delicatessen man, who hurried off to Germany when war was declared, has inherited ten thousand dollars, and his wife is frantic about him. The flow r ers are prettier than ever this year. Our new automobile is a dandy. . . .” "What’s that?" asked Jimmy, as his neighbor, interrupting his reading, whispered something. He was a gigantic Turk named Crusoe, a sample of the miscellaneous population of that daredevil brigade, the Foreign legion. "Going to have a hit at the Bches?”

The Turk nodded. "In half an hour,” he said. “Orders are to have bayonets fixed and a hundred rounds extra in our belts. See! There's our artillery starts!” It was Jimmy’s first chance of seeing anything but trench service. Instantly the letter w r as thrust into his pocket and forgotten. He moistened his lips; he felt a strange exultation, mixed with —not exactly fear, but something that made his flesh insensitive and his hands clammy. The artillery had opened a deafening attack. The shells, whistling overhead without cessation, filled the air with sound. Lines of smoke rose from the German trenches. It seemed

Instantly an Inferno of Fire Was Opened Upon the Advancing Legion.

as If the -whole face of the earth was being blown away. “Now-, boys!” came down the line. Jimmy waited. The whistle sounded, and instantly he was upon his feet and running like mad against the enemy. A line of men, extending as far as the eye could reach, hurled themselves upon the devastated rifle pits. At first, while their own shells continued to shriek over them, they seemed unopposed. Then, when they were within a hundred yards, the shelling ceased. Instantly an inferno of fire was opened upon the advancing legion. Men dropped by scores. To take the hostile lines was futile. The high shell explosives had failed to shake the morale of the German forces, though it had knocked their intrenchments about their ears. They would not retreat —it is not the tradition of the Foreign legion to retire. But, riddled and confused, the whole line doubled upon itself and dissolved into little groups and clusters. It edged sidewise along the German front and sought the shelter of one or two undamaged houses that had escaped the hostile artillery. From among these a hundred Germans leaped forward to meet the approaching legionaries. A hand-to-hand fight followed. Jimmy found himself engaged -with a huge fellow, wearing a tattered helmet whose spike emerged through its khaki covering. The fellow disappeared suddenly, and he found himself jabbing viciously at the air. Suddenly a shot was fired at him from an old barn. It grazed his cheek, and Jimmy rushed into the barn. It was half full of moldy hay. A German was upon the other side of the central mass Round and round the hay they dodged, Jimmy after the Gennap, then the German after Jimmy, each trying to. get a point of vantage from which to shoot down the other. Panting, exhausted, they halted, one <m either side of the haystack. Jimmy waited. Presently he saw the rifle barrel of the German begin to protrude through a loose part of the stack.

Quietly he dodged, and the discharge of the powder blackened his tunic aa the bullet sped across the barn and buried itself in the opposite wait With a yell, the German sprang round the stack. Jimmy was waiting for that. He let his clubbed rifle fall. The German started back, but it struck him on the foot, and he howled with pain as he retired into the obscurity the other side of the hay. They waited. Night was already falling, the sounds of the fighting became less audible. It was quite dark inside the barn. Jimmy listened as a cat listens for a mouse. Suddenly the German called from behind the hay:

"Kamerad! Pardon! Surrender to me and you shall not be harmed. You see, my friend, we shall wait bare all night unless you surrender.” “That’s all very well,” answered Jimmy, “but suppose you surrender to me.” “We are not allowed to surrender,” answered the German plaintively. "You had better surrender. Think it over! I will wait ten minutes! ” Jimmy could see the tip of the German’s bayonet. It was moving, not up and dow’n, but backward and forward in a manner which seemed somehow familiar to. Jimmy. The movements were unconscious, and it was evident that the fellow was laboring under strong emotion. He spoke again. “Suppose we both come out into the open,” he said. “I shall count a hundred. While I am counting you will turn your back and walk away. When I have finished counting a hundred I will call, and we will both fire.” "Nothing doing,” said Jimmy.

The German uttered an oath and leaped from behind the haystack. Jimmy was just in time to parry the leveled blade. He struck it up and drew back for a lunge. Then he looked into his opponent’s face, and the recognition was mutual. “Katz! The delicatessen man!” he cried. “Jimmy Penderby!" cried Katz. “Gosh! What are you doing here, Mr. Penderby?” “Oh, just looking round,” said Jimmy. ’’Say, I knew it was you, Katz, from the way you used that bayonet. Are you going to surrender?” “I daren’t,” said Katz. "My wife said I must bring back an iron cross.” “Your wife is crazy because you’ve inherited ten thousand dollars,” said Jimmy, “and—” “What?" yelled Katz. "It must be my uncle Simon. I never thought he’d last out the year. Mr. Penderby, take me to your camp, and hurry! Hurry, and don’t let any of those shells hit me before I see the color of it.” Safe in the camp of the legionaries, Katz recovered all his animation. “Mr. Penderby,” he implored, “you didn’t tell me how you knew it was me behind the hay. By my bayonet, you know.” “Oh, yes,” said Jimmy. “I suppose a man gets the tricks of his trade, Katz. You see, a bayonet isn’t for using like a ham-slicing machine.” (Copyright, 1915, -by W. G. Chapman.)

LIFEBOAT MADE OF PAPER

Invention of Japanese That Should Be of Great Value in the Event of Shipwreck. A paper lifeboat that can be packed away in the space of about one cubic foot, but that, when inflated, is seaworthy and durable, is the invention of a retired admiral of the Japanese navy, says Tit-Bits. The boat is constructed from the Japanese paper called hasikirazu, which is treated chemically to make it waterproof. The paper comes from the mulberry tree. It is unusually durable and possesses great strength when the stresses are in the direction of the fiber.

A thin sheet of paper that is strong wheh stressed in any direction is made by pasting together two sheets with the fibers crossing at right angles. The first boat that the admiral madu was merely a kind of large pillow with a depression in the center, the whole being inflated with air. Because of the ease with which paper can be punctured, it was necessary to change the method of construction, so several pipe-like bags were made and placed side by side in the form of a raft, and that raft finally modified to a cbaft something like a boat in shape. The result is a life-saving craft almost immune to wreck, for even if one or two of the pipes are punctured or broken, the boat is still buoyant enough to be seaworthy. Owing to its strength and lightness, and its waterproof qualities, the hashikirazu paper is evidently adapted to a wide range of uses, among which are .the making of coverings for aeroplane wings and for dirigible balloons. — Youth’s Companion.

Wasps and Ventilation.

An English gentleman lately took a small wasps’ nest, about the size of an apple, and, after stupefying its inmates, placed it in a large cage inside of his house, leaving an opening for egress through the wall, according to an exchange. Here the nest was enlarged to a foot in diameter, holding thousands of wasps. He was able now to watch their movements, and he noted one new sact —namely, their systematic attention to ventilation. It hot weather from four to six wasps were continually stationed at the place of egress, and while leaving space for entrance or exit, they created a steady current of fresh air by the exceedingly rapid motion of theii wings. After a long course of this vigorous exercise, the ventilators were relieved by other wasps. During cool weather only two wasps at a time were usually thus engaged.

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SCHALK PLAYS “JOKE” ON “NEMO” LEIBOLD

Ray Schalk is tickled because Nemo Leibold is with the White Sox. The two players were on the Milwaukee Club of the American Association some years ago. They roomed together and were the closest of pals. They went around together, knew the same crowd of girls in Milwaukee and wore each other’s neckties. As time went on, Schalk was purchased by the White Sox and Leibold went to the Cleveland Naps. This did not interfere with their friendship, however. Except during the progress of a ball game, they still were chums. One -day, with Jim Scott pitching, the White Sox got into a jam. With two out, the Naps had the bases full. Nemo Leibold was sent up to bat in the pinch by Manager Birmingham. Schalk decided to play a little joke on his former “roomie” and, incidentally, get Scott out of a hole if possible. Leibold sauntered to the plate, swung his bat and waited for Scott to pitch. Schalk gave the signal for a groove ball and then asked Nemo if he had

DIAMOND NOTES

The Fed league will not enter Boston next year, • • • Hank O’Day denies that he was a Jinx to the Cubs. • • * Babe Adams is pitching winning ball for the Pirates. ♦ ♦ • Frank Schulte is walloping the ball with real vigor these days. ♦ * ♦ The return to form of King Cole has given Bill Donovan a lot of real joy. ♦ ♦ • “Barring accidents, the Washington club is going to be hard to stop,” said J. Ed Grillo. Larry Chappell is not going to jump to the Feds, in spite of the big money offered him. * a—• —-— ; Anyhow, Johnny Evers has solved the problem of how to get the fans out to the ball park. » ♦ • The Athletics are making plenty of hits these days, but they aren’t much of a scoring organization. • • * It looks as if the Pirates are going to play a bigger part than a bowl of mush in the pennant competition this season. • • * Manager Rowland thinks he has the best utility outfielder in the American league in the person of Little Nemo Leibold. • * * Dave Robertson” of the Giants has developed into a corking good hitter. He is as fast as Ty Cobb between home and first. * * • We wonder what has become of the lucky penny that Capt. Cushnflm Rice gave to George Stallings last season. Is it still on the job? • • *

Left Fielder Wheat of the Brooklyn team is credited with knowing as much about playing for batters as any man in the big league. • ♦ ♦ John Hummel probably is one of the oldest players in the National league in point of service, but he has not outlived his usefulness. Frank Chance, Jawn Evers and Hank O’Day, former Cub managers, ought to hold a consolation party > and entertain Rog Bresnahan. • * • Ralph (“Cy”) Perkins of Gloucester, Mass., who is a catcher with the Raleigh team, in the North Carolina league, has been sold to Connie Mack. The players of the National league are complaining of the gag rule the league has put on them this year. Every time one of them opens his mouth he is fined. • • • Connie Mack" says that he will not sell his stock in the Athletics. He has his mind set upon developing another winner, and the chances are good for his doing so.

received a letter from Mary recently. The Nap player turned half around. “No, Ray; she hasn’t written in weeks. Wonder what’s the matter?” Scott had shot a ball through and the umpire called “Strike one!” “That’s funny,” replied Schalk, ‘I thought she wrote at least once a week.”

“Guess she’s too busy to write,” said Leibold, glancing around again. Another ball shot across. “Strike two!” yelled the umpire. The two coachers on the lines frantically tried to give Leibold the signal. They couldn’t understand why he stood there as if in a trance. “Well, I heard from Helen,” exclaimed Schalk. “She’s going to Michigan on a two weeks’ trip.’' “Gee, that’s great,” answered Leibold, keeping his bat on his shoulder. “She’s certainly a dandy girl.” “You bet she is,” grinned Schalk as the third strike whizzed across. “Batter out!” snapped the umpire, and Nemo walked to the bench.

BRAINS NECESSARY IN GAME

Oscar Stanage, Detroit Backstop, Says Catching Demands Great Amount of Mental Ability. Few fans and not so many players realize the important part that brains play in the modern game of baseball. Oscar Stanage, the first-class Detroit catcher, once said: “Catching demands one-third physical ability and two-thirds mental work.” In making this statement he did not overestimate the mental part of it. A good arm and a good eye never made a wonderful ball player. He must have these ingredients in his make-up

Oscar Stanage.

in order to succeed, but they must be commanded by his brain. The only reason in the world that Ty Cobb is the greatest ball player and the biggest drawing card in the game today is that he has more brains than the average player and uses them in his work. Cobb is always studying the opposing pitcher and catcher and figuring out some way to outwit them on the bases.

Famous Home Run Drives.

Those famous home run drives made into the stands at the Polo grounds soon may be no more, at least for American league games, for Jacob Ruppert of the Yankees has suggested that they should be counted only as two-base hits. The distance from the plate permits them legally being called homers, but 225 feet is far too short for the heavy swatters of these days.

$12,000 Beauty Released.

Pitcher “Honolulu John” Williams, once valued at $12,000 by Sacramento and later drafted by the Detroit club at the standard draft fee, only to fail and be turned back, was released outright and unconditionally-by Salt Lake City after refusing to accept a transfer to Omaha.

Abandon Pacific Coast Trip.

Connie Mask and Frank Bancroft, the two veteran baseball men who headed the all-star teams in the expedition to the Pacific coast last fall, have decided to abandon the trip thia year.

FIND OF THE SEASON

Barney Dreyfuss Uncovered Gem in Pitcher Mamaux Pittsburgh Twtrler Ranks Next to Alexander in Number of Games Won —Youngster Found bn Sand Lots of Smoky City.

Al Mamaux, the new pitcher of the Pirates, alone is entitled to that oftbestowed description, “the sensation of the season." Barney Dreyfuss uncovered a gem when he found this youngster on the Smoky City’s sand lots. And the most interesting part of it —particularly to Barney —is that Mamaux didn’t cost him a cent! What is he worth now? Well —don’t say there isn’t money tn the baseball sensation. It is doubtful if money could buy him.

They call him a second Mathewson, and he is about the only “second Mathewson” we have heard of in some time that was worthy of the name. The only reason he is not leading the National league in the twirling department is because of Alexander the Great. Mamaux ranks next to the Philly phenom, however, in the number of games won this season. If you ask a ball player how good Al is as a pitcher you will receive an answer after this fashion: “A great pitcher—the most conceited in the league!” Mamaux is of a well-to-do family, it is said, and does not have to play ball for a living. Possibly this accounts for his supreme self-confidence.

Albert Leon Mamaux.

However, he is none the less a great pitcher. And he is only 20 years old and playing his first season in big business. Mamaux is a right-hander and also bats right-handed. He is six feet tall and weighs 167 pounds. He has a fine musical education, being a tenor singer and a master of the violin. As for his pitching art. he has an assortment of fine curves, a fast ball with a wicked “hop,” and a change of pace that bewilders many a batter.

FREAK BASEBALL PLAYS The possibilities of baseball are evinced in various ways. Freak plays are recorded in amateur and professional games that would be considered ridiculous if propounded at a fanning bee. In a recent game in the American league a player scored a run without a base hit, pass or fielding error. His third was a wild pitch, on which he reached second. A ball put him on third and another wild pitch sent him home. A new Federal league recruit tells a story of how four batters, whom he struck out in a row while pitching for his college team, scored, which is unique in baseball annals. His catcher, as he tells the tale, was a little fellow, who could not hold his fast ones, and, as h e had nothing but speed, the result was disastrous. The first four batters to face the amateur Rusie reached first safely, when the catcher let the third strike go through. The first batter scored when the fourth landed, on first, and a hit and error following scored the next three.

Gather and Gilbert.

The Toronto club has secured Outfielder Ted Gather and Larry Gilbert from the Boston National club. The Toronto team, by the way, is quite a Brave farm, "as Pitchers Luque and Cocreham were both sent there on the optional agreement basis some time •go.

Mike Kahoe Is Fired.

Clark Griffith has fired Mike Kahoe, nls veteran scout, and says that he is going to do all the scouting for the Washington club in the future. Kahoe is going to unearth the ivory for the Red Sox in the future

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Use Aeroplanes '.o Hunt Seals. Difficulty experienced this past season in locating seal herds in northern waters has caused the owners of sealing ships to give serious consideration to employing aeroplanes in next year’s hunt. These craft of the air, they believe, can scout more cheaply and with less waste es time than the sealing ships themselves. Small aeroplanes. designed especially for the purpose, are looked upon as entirely feasible. Through their use, seal herds will be located and reported to the vessel, which can then make for the spot indicated.

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