Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 July 1917 — Page 2

TRAINING MEN TO DO UNCLE SAM’S NAVAL FIGHTING

About 8,200 Men Being Fitted for the Navy at the Great Lakes Station. EVERY MINUTE IS OCCUPIED Keen Determination to Make Good Ie the Prevailing Spirit of the Camp —Plan to Make Station Largest of Kind in World. Great Lakes, Dl.—About 8,200 men are being fitted for fighting in the nation’s first Une of defense at the United States naval training station here. Not unlike that in a big college football camp Is the routine of their training- Chief petty officers are the coaches who drill the men up and down the fields in the final days of preparation for the big game—war. Every minute is made to mean something. On a dozen fields the air is filled with the authoritative commands of the officers and the pounding of thousands of heavily-shod feet on the turf. Commingling is the blare of the bands, which are directed by Lieut. John Philip Sousa, famous bandmaster, who now has 242 musicians in training and expects to develop the finest military band In the world. But the spirit of the camp Is as serious as that in u foothaU-camp. And. as evinced by the last days of November in any college, the statement is not meant lightly. Everywhere about the station the sentiment seems to be to stick to the team and make a good showing In the eyes of the coaches that a permanent place may be obtained in the greatest game of all. C. G. Smith, captain of this year’s football eleven at the University of Michigan, expressed this when he said: ; “We are going in with everything we have. We are going to win and make the commandant, Capt. W. A. Moffett, proud of us when we go to sea or be ground to pieces trying.” To Train 20,000 Men. Plans are under way to make the

station the largest of its kind in the •world. Preparations have been made to train upward of 20,000 men during the summer. The navy department, upon the suggestion of Captain Moffett, has asked congress to appropriate funds for this purpose. Constructed originally for 100 men, the war and the resultant influx of recruits has necessitated the springing up of a white, tented city on the reservation and adjoining leased land. Camp Paul Jones, lying Immediately to the north of the station proper has been fully equipped and shelters 5,000 men, among them the naval.militia from the states of Michigan and Missouri. It is believed that the station will train five-eighths of the men who go to the navy during the war. Recruits from practically every community in the middle West are expected, men from .Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, lowa, Kentucky and parts of other states being sent here to iearn the business of a man-o’-warsman. Men of Every Station. Virile young Americans, from the colleges, offices, farms and factories of the middle West, the men at the station seem to be trained for almost anything. Here one may see a civil engineer, enlisted as an apprentice Beaman, using his transit to make bench marks, while over there on the corner of the reservation are the two slender, 400-foot wireless towers from which a man is sending a wireless message to the government station In Arlington, Va. In the heterogeneous personnel there is a representative of almost every trade, profession* and buslness. I Home-sickness is a disease that has llittle place at the station. There is not time for it. Lying in the sun-

INSIGNIA OF U. S. FLYING SQUADRONS

American airplanes over, the European battlefront will be distinguished by a whita etar with a red center on a circular field of blue. Airplanes will hear the star on the wings of the machine, while it will be on the top and bottom of the gaabag of each dirigible. ;

swept harbor of Lake Michigan, below the wooded bluffs of the reservation are United States navy warships, aboard which the men get some of their training. For the leisure hours the dimpling waters of the lake invites the more hardy to bathe. Then- there are organized athletics, under the supervision of a naval officer, Regular track meets, boxing bouts and baseball games are held. Also there Is a gymnasium and a fully equipped library to occupy the time. Earn Money on Side. Many of the men earn money other than their pay by doing odd jobs for their fellows. There is a letter writer who for a small sum will write a descriptive letter to a parent or a burning love letter to a young woman for a mate who finds it less easy to express himself. Over in Camp Paul Jones is a tented barber shop in which several barbers are kept busy scraping the faces of their comrades. Alongside is a shoe-shining “parlor” and nearby is a cleaning and pressing establishment; all of them do good business for among the first things a recruit Is taught are neatness and personal cleanliness. Nor do the men want for a woman’s interest. Mrs. Moffett, wife of the commandant, herself the mother of three small sons, tries to take a motherly interest In every man in the station. As president of the. Great Lakes auxiliary of the Navy Relief society, she has direction of the caring for the needy families in the middle West of officers and enlisted men of the navy

GERMANS DESERT ARMY IN DROVES

Story From Holland Says Uhlans Were Sent to Shoot Them Down. BEG FOOD AT DUTCH BORDER Weary of War and Depressed by Hunger They No Conger "Believe in German Victory, but Are Eager for Peace. By W. J. L. KtEHL. (Special Correapendence of the Chicago Daily News.) The Hague, Holland.—On the souths ern border of Holland desertions from the German army occur on a large scale nowadays. At first it was only a single soldier here and there, then they came by threes and fives, later in groups of ten and twenty, but now as many as seventy and eighty come a time. A few days ago a little army tried to desert —some 500 to 600 men, mostly fusileers, marines and landsturmers. The Dutch report says that they attempted to cross near Cadsand, but the German military authorities got wind of it, and 200 Uhlans with two machine guns were dispatched from Bruges to head them back. A formal battle raged between the two forces; it was viewed from Hollanjl. The machine guns got in their deadly work, and almost all the would-be deserters were either killed or captured; only eight wounded men succeeded in reaching Dutch soil and safety. Every fresh arrival, deserter or escaped prisoner, tells the same story of famine conditions In Belgium and Germany, and depression among the soldiers, who dread being to the front. They no longer believe in German victory, but are eager for peace. Only one escaped prisoner had a different storf to tell, and that man was a Russian general, who arrived in Maastricht accompanied by two German “flight lieutenants” who had escaped with him. This general believed the Germans

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and marine corps. Gifts, received at the station, she distributes personally, frequently offering bits of kindly advice simultaneously. And when, finally the men are ready to take their places in the American battle fleet, each seems obsessed with the idea that he, personally, must make good. I

MISS HELEN KELLER

Miss Helen Keller and her great dane “Shora,” under her favorite tree.

can never be reduced by hunger. “They will eat grass or the dust from the st ree t rather than surrender on the allies’ terms,” he said. He told how bad the treatment and the food was in the German prison camps; he had been in seven, so he could judge. After every attempt to escape he had been transferred to a different camp, but everywhere the prisoners were treated brutally, the officers as well as the men. How he had at last succeeded in getting away with his two companions he preferred not to say—because he feared that would make escape more difficult for his comrades still in captivity. He did, however, say that what made escape very difficult was that it caused great surprise to people in German towns and villages to see three able-bodied men walking about, and he and his companions had been obliged to invent all sorts of tales about having been wounded and being now on leave to account for their absence from “the front.”

German soldiers frankly beg for food on the Dutch border. The officers don't go quite as far as that. There is a sort of neutral zone along the frontier where Germans and Hollanders can meet. There the German officers often congregate and make overtures of comradeship to their colleagues on the other side. Friendly relations exist, and when the luncheon hour comes, and the Netherlanders see what poor provisions the Germans have, they invite the Germans to lunch. A picnic is held and the Germans consume incredible quantities of rolls, sausages or ham sandwiches, and loudly praise the coffee the orderlies of their Dutch comrades serve. They say they never get good coffee any more. Although the Duteh officer often meets his German colleagues, it must not be supposed he always agrees with their methods of discipline toward their own men. Both officers and soldiers in Holland, by far the greater number of them at least, strongly disapprove of the brutal and heartless way in which most German officers treat their men. The younger officers show this by chaffing the Germans about it. Merchant Ranks Over Noble. How the spirit of caste still rules in the German ranks is instanced by a little anecdote told me by a Dutch .officer. . He had come on friendly “coffee” terms with a German officer. Von S., the personification,, to, the very monocle, of those “schneidige lieutenants” often lampooned In Germany. One day Von S. came to lunch bubbling over with indignation, for a simple “bourgeois," a former Berlin merchant, had been given the post of captain in his regiment, and he himself was first lieutenant. “Denken sie slch, Heber Kamerad!” he exclaimed. I Von S. Un ter einem Kaufmann aus.Berlln I” He felt disgraced. But officers are beginning to get scarce in Germany, so the reserve officers who haveacquitted themselves creditably have to be promoted to positions they would never have at J tained in peace times. — —

Longs for Mother's Pies.

Cleveland, Ohio.—Cooking in the Marine corps isn’t like the stuff that mother used to bake. Art Lippert, a youth, who joined the fighting branch of the service, writes home to mother: “The- food is good here, but your pies would retail at about S2O or $25, and would taste like a million dollars to me.”

Fussed Up Her Hair.

Elyria, O. —Ivatie Fuss, in her divorce petition, says Steve Fuss fussed up her hair and exhibited a bunch of it to friends to prove he was rictot in the broil.

THINGS WORTH KNOWING

William de Morgan began his literary career at the age of slxty-six. , In ancient times the city of Tyre was famous for its output of purple. Stevenson’s “Virginibus Puerisque” was finished before he was thirty-one. Shakespeare was twenty-eight years old when he wrote “Rqmeo and Juliet.” The poet Shelley was an Immortal before he died at the age of thirty. Tn the Bible purple is spoken of as a highly prized and honor-bearing color. s When he was between thirty-two and thirty-six, Whitman wrote “Leaves of Grass.” An ice shaver operated by a crank has been invented that can be used on a block of ice within a refrigerator. The Central railroad of Georgia employs 10 woman agents, whose duty it is to solicit and handle all freight and other matters pertaining to this end of the business. Small wood-working machinery is needed in Peru. A few furniture factories are now equipped with electric driven machines which came from Belgium and Germany. Fraeulein Thea von Puttkamer, attached to the Turkish forces operating in Mesopotamia, is the only woman war correspondent officially recognized by the German government.

WISE AND OTHERWISE

When the devil finds a busy man he goes away on tiptoe. It is easier to love an enemy after you get the better of him. A man may be heart and soul in the war and yet be bodily absent. — — If you have plenty of dust it is apt difficult to blind the public eye. Every shadow points to the sun and sorrow helps us to appreciate happiness; Rumor is gossip’s strong'fort and truth is the 42-centimeter gun that reduces it. A rolling stone gathers no moss; but there are lots of people who don’t use mossin their business. It is easy to pardon one’s own faults, which may be considered fortunate, since they are so many. Before marriage a girl wants a man to write love letters, but after marriage nothing but checks will do. When a man tells his wife that he is staying downtown late in order to get a balance he is likely to lose it on the way home. ' '

SOME REMARKS

No man is so strong or great that he is not afraid of somebody. The chances being that the somebody is a woman. When the nuts of life are passed around the pessimist hollers bloody murder he is so angry if he doesn’t get a worm in his. The way of a ship at sea, the way of a serpent upon a rock and the way of a man with a maid set old Solomon boy a-guessing. But the way of a modern maid would fair astound him. • T— ' About the time we get along in life where we can coddle ourselves and pat ourselves upon our poor old backs ’long comes Old Man Time to wrinkle us all up and fair shrivel us to nothing.

CHINESE PROVERBS

I To talk much and arrive no- ] where is the same as climbing , a tree to catch a fish. - ■ — i No maker of idols worships ] the gods; he knows their compo- , sition too well. — I Bend your neck if the eaves ] are low. i — 1 — — 1 It’s not the wine that makes । a man drunk; it’s the man him- ' self.

POPULAR SCIENCE

Microbes are never on gold coins, while paper money is an ideal harboring place for them. tn some of the farming districts of China pigs are harnessed to small wagons and made to draw them. An oil extracted from birch bark Is furnishing the South with an importantindustry. Recent tests have shown that a light covered with a red globe is effective in keeping mosquitoes away, although the ordinary light attracts them. A German inventor has succeeded in making an artificial wood of exceptional hardness from sawdust and chloride of magnesium.

Mountaineering In The Philippines

THIS morning I awoke to the crackle of resinous knots in the great fireplace. The air was cool and bracing. Outside, the breezes stirred the giant pines whose mastlike trunks reached high into the air in a vain attempt to look over the 1,000-foot cliff against which our log resthouse nestles in a bed of ferns, writes Maynard Owen Williams to the Christian Herald. We are on the mountain trail of Benguet, in northern Luzon, in the Philippines, resting in a resthouse which deserves the name. Roughing it in northern Luzon is what Irvin Cobb would call “de luxe.” Rich, flavory oyster stew, fricasseed chicken, tender peas, sweet potatoes, tea, blueberries and hot biscuit and honey are all we have had for lunch, but we had all we could eat, and the Filipino cook is the best cook and the tidiest housekeeper in the Philippines, which is going some. To appreciate the cool shade of the lofty pines and the clean, rustic charm of our pine palace of repose, we must shoot back to Manila and begin our trip by auto in the delightful cool of morning. Several men with whom I had expected to have interviews were either out of Manila or in the hospital, and things seemed to be moving in a circle. Then, one morning, I read that Director of Education Marquardt, Prof. R. M.McElroy of Princeton and others were to make a tour of inspection of the schools in the Igorrote and Ifugao districts north of Baguio, ,and I proceeded, as diplomatically as possible, to “butt In.” We are traveling In the wilds, where a few years ago head-hunters made gruesome collections. There are pythons here and wild boar and other game in plenty, none of which I have seen trace of as yet.

Motoring on Fine Roads. It is ten hours by auto from Manila to the summer capital of the Philippines at Baguio, 175 miles away and 5,000 feet higher up, where blankets are needed in summer. For 50 kilometers from Manila the big seven-passenger car in which Mr. Miller, his twelve-year-old son, Professor McElroy and myself traveled, rolled luxuriously over the fine roads through towering arches of coconut palms, mango trees and fire trees (which become a mass of red blossoms) over old Spanish bridges and modern concrete ones spanning shhdy, curving streams in which derricklike fishing nets rose above the boats, which lay idly at anchor in the warm radiance of the morning light. We passed thousands of nipa huts, with thatched /oofs, built up on stilts so as to keep them dry in the heavy rains, and to afford a shady retreat for the razor-backed porkers with long snouts like their wild ancestors, and the spindly legged game roosters with shiny plumage, slender necks and heads, and boastful crows—the sporting animals of the Islands. In every town there is a Catholic church, Its steeple topping the view and its; whitewashed or calclmined walls crumbling through the ravages of time in a humid climate. Farther on, towns are fewer, and the heat beats into one’s face in hot gusts, while the baked fields seem almost barren, except for cogon grass or weeds. For miles we did not see a house, and the only sign of life was the wavering rush of crowded motorcars, which dash by at frenzied speed. After passing a toll bridge, which collapses when the rainy season makes heavy bamboo rafts necessary, we turned aside from the main road and visited the North Luzon. Agricultural college at Las Munos. • Teaching the Natives Farming. LThe school is not a show place, but a workshop, and its director, Mr. Moe, a graduate of the University of Wisconsin, is working with ideas rather than, expensive equipment. Tuition is free, and each boy .earns his food by working at productive labor at the rate of three cents an hour, with meals costing four cents each. The boys not only build their own buildings, but have set up a machine shop with a 'discarded traction engine, which cost SSO, dismounted and made to drive the machines. The moving picture machine and the stereopticon are used regularly, and six miles of irrigation canals bring water from the nearby hills. As yet it is a barren place, for if only one farm irrigates, the bug population of the county hold a convention and festival in its crop beds; but by co-operating with the homesteaders, additional fields are now being irrigated, and an era of prosperity is setting in. Nicholas Ruiz, a former teacher, at sll a month, made $2,500

FART OF THE TRAIL TO THE MOUNTAIN TOPS

last year through the knowledge he gained at Las Munos, and a higher standard of living is Inevitable. The school is not an experiment stalloil, but a college. Its extension work exerts a wide influence, however, as its graduates emigrate to the fertile plateau of Mindanao and many other places. After leaving Las Munos the road runs as straight as a die for miles on end. Then comes the famous Benguet road, 15 miles long, one of the finest mountain roads in the world, over which the sturdy automobile trucks carry freight and passengers from the hot plain to the cool summer resort. It was surveyed by army experts, who said it would cost $75,000. So far, it ♦as cost 40. times that amount, and frequent slides and washouts add to the total cost annually. Peculiarities of Baguio. Baguio is not a place, but a collection of places, separated by pineciad hills and lovely valleys. Mrs. McElroy was at Gamp John Hay, two miles from the hotel, and the professor and I set out after dinner to find her. The moon was bright and nearly full, the roads Inviting and the air delightful. Here and there the lights of a rambling residence 'shone from some rounded knoll above which the stately pines rose in silhouette against the glorious Southern Cross. After more than an hour of walking and a dozen questions, we arrived at the corral and, by accident, cam'e upon the cottage w’here she was staying. After a false start and a new start I made the four kilometers back to the hotel in 40 minutes.

I slept well, getting up at 2 a. m. and putting on a sweater coat and pulling the blankets closer around me. Shivering In the Philippines. Brr-rrr! We spent next morning selecting horses, or rather ponies, for our trip and visiting the dog market, where the Igorotes bought and sold half-starved canines with visions of a great feast off the protruding ribs. The Igorrotes are about as much like the cultured Filipinos as they are are like cultured Americans or cultured Japanese ; but the fact that the Igorrotes eat dogs has done as much to prejudice us against the Filipinos as has the story that the Chinese eat rats td turn us against the well-bred Chinese, who not only do not eat rats, but even have a distaste for caviar and limburger. Our first 12 kilometers from Baguio were made In a motorcar on a narrow trail, with primitive bridges and sharp turns. On the way we passed parties of Igorrotes returning from the mountain metropolis, leading gaunt dogs with cords in the middle of which a stick was tied, or black porkers with lead reins knotted through their ears. Our motorcar caused no surprise. Mr. Moss, whose 13 years among the mountain peoples makes him an authority, says that the Igorrotes would be surprised if the Americans did not surprise them.

Up the Mountain on Ponies. Mounting our small ponies, we rode for 18 kilometers over high trails, then on the hillside opposite, stood the log hut that was to house us for the night. A sharp gallop of a few minutes brought us to the resthouse at Camp Thirty, 30 kilometers from Baguio. Our evening meal was excellent and the big fire was a welcome companion. After dinner we stepped out into the moonlight. Someone said, “This is Sunday,” and the reverent answer was, “I don’t believe I ever worshiped God more truly than today!” I went out to see how my little buckskin pony was faring, and after he had rubbed his nose against my hand 1 left the dark stable and walked slowly to the rough hut that was home for the night. One great pine stood out black and mighty against the sky in which the last light of day lingered. As I entered the big room where the men sat around the bright fire,-1 noticed that I had been humming:

“Now the day Is over. Night is drawing nigh; Shadows of the evening Steel across the sky.” Up there, on the “long, long trail a-wlndlng back to the land of my dreams,” a song had spontaneously sprung to my lips. It was Sunday, and that was my evening hymn, high up on the mountainside, under the stars.

Poor Hubby.

Hub (in an outburst of enthusiasm) —You know, Mary, I'm ambitious and want to be something great. As the expression goes, I want’ to, do things the worst way. Wifie (quietly)—You generally Albert. ; — —- -——- — -