Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 January 1919 — STORIES of AMERICAN CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STORIES of AMERICAN CITIES

Funeral Wagon No Longer Outlaw and Man-Killer EL PASO. —Funeral Wagon, the outlaw horse of Pendleton, Ore., is known yvhereVer bowlegged broncho busters gather and talk horse. When hewas Shipped to she remount station at Fort Bliss his reputation as a bad actor

preceded him. There whs fame to be had for riding the outlaw and man-kill- ■. er, but everybody seemed f<» have a positive dislike for the limelight. For whenever a buster approached the corral Funeral Wagon gave unmistakable, evidence that he * was looking for ♦wyttklo ■ ■ ■■■ I II 11 || I > UWv*V> J , _I r __ . . Sergeant Davis fell heir to Funeral Wagon. \ The sergeant is one of those men w’ho has a way with horses. They are few and they are born, not

made. Incidentally he believes that horses can reason and have feelings; in fact, he wouldn t deny that horses Ordinarily Davis can walk into a corral and lead out any horse in it without fuss or excitement. But it ’took him a month to gain the entree to funeral Wagon’s private corral. Another month went by before he could pa the big bay on the neck. After that the acquaintance progressed more raPl At last came the day when Davis decided to try to ride the outlaw around the corral. He believed Funeral Wagon’s intentions were good, but he was afraid that habit was strong. So he rigged up a Gleason brldle-the last word in horse-breaking. But Funeral Wagon behaved quite like a gentleNow Sergeant Davis takes a daily, ride on Funeral V agon. He leaves quirt and spurs behind and he does not go out of his way to stir up his mount He even hopes to have the commander ride the horse at review. Kindness? Or just Sergeant Davis’ way with a horse? .

Baby Blaine, Heiress, Travels in Her Indubator

CHICAGO. —Most Americans have heard of Cyrus H. McCormick and James G Blaine Well, their great-granddaughter, Baby Blaine, heiress, was born five weeks ago in Henrotln Memorial hospital, Chicago. And when she was taken to her home on Erie street there were

great doings. Never in the history of Chicago were more elaborate precautions taken to shelter and protect an infant. For this is an incubator baby, a baby that must live in a regulated temperature, under glass, watched day and night to guard the sacred flame of life. Everything stopped at the hospital for three-quarters of an hour until this precious charge was delivered safely to- the waiting ambulance. No one

was allowed in or out of the place, A canopy had been stretched from the front door. Six men held it. “A lot of fuss over a baby,” said one curious bystander, “Not a bit of it, lady,” said one of the canvas bearers. "Pm for it. Tm getting $5 a day.” □.v u The driver of the anibulance said he had been driving around the city for four days, testing the temperature of the interior. Hot-water heaters had been placed inside. All the floors and walls near the place where the baby was to be carried had been scrubbed until they shone. Carpets and rugs covered steps and —_ —_—_—. . - _ _—~—2-.*^_ . _ - A crowd that numbered 150, watching the affair, caught a glimpse of the little face. Doctors and nurses, with the mother and a few friends, formed the procession. The baby’s portable home was carried in a specially constructed basket “Your Son, a Soldier of America, Salutes You” A SMALL WISCONSIN TOWN.—When Private Lester Wagner, son of Mr. and Mrs. William Wagner, went overseas in Pershing’s army he left a sealed letter. A few days ago his name appeared under the caption “Killed

In Action." The letter: “Dear Father: This is a final message to you. . ' “There will be little else—jiist the brief official notice —maybe a belated letter or two, speaking only of thesmall happenings of the dayj perhaps the tale of a comrade or two as to how I fell. Beyond that, nothing. And therefore now, beforehand, say fare — well . • - - - ' — --- “There is no need of many words, but I want first to thank you for the

gift of a clean, strong, vigorous and healthy body. < Straight limbs that could serve America at her need; for the gift of a good intellect and discerning mind, I thank you. “For the long years of self-denial that made my education possible; for guidance and teaching that kept me straight in the days of my youth; for the counsel and help ever freely proffered when I asked; for all noble things in your example—again and most earnestly I thank you. “Secondly, as to my death : » “Inasmuch ass we.be men together, there is little need for words. It is in a good cause that I lay down my life. All the things 1 hold dear in life I • ■willingly give up, since it is requested of- me. I proud and lam glad to be one of those America takes who with their bodies pay the price of liberty and justice; and though in your hearts will be sorrow, you will also be proud of me. and will not grieve overmuch. “All good things be unto you. May the coming years bring wider field of service, honor and wisdom to perform it, and in- the end peace and contentment and rest. “Your son, a soldier of America, salutes you. Farewell.”

Say “Squirrel” and Fight; Say “M-e-ow” and Run

SAN FRANCISCO. —There is woe and wrath among society folk and epicures in this neck* of woods. They have been basely deceived and the gay deceiver is a simple country boy, at that. Jimffiie Burkett of Lone Oak, Cal., 16

years old, acted as guide for a patty of San Francisco millionaires on a hunting trip through-the mountains of Shasta county-a year ago last summer. Jimmie is mountain-bred and wise in his generation. He is a crack shot and knows the mountains as a preacher knows his Book. The boy ’killed squirrels and caught trout for the party. When the camping trip was over he had entered into a deal whereby he was to send his San Francisco friends so many

squirrels a week. Gray squirrels, as is well known, are a delight to any epicure’s palate. ' ' Then Jimmie began sending the “Squirrels” to his friends. His fame grew and his business increased. Each member of the camping party told a friend of the wonderful “squirrel” dinners. Jimmie’s mail-order business increased l and he was making money fast. j But it is against the law to Sell gray squirrels. The game wardens heard whnnt the “sqnlrrel" boslness and camped on Jimmie’s trait No arrests have been made, but Jimmie’s business has failed. He ships no more "squirrels.” The truth is that Jimmie sent them no' Murrels at all. He just raised the cofnmtwt-hv bonsehold— variety-of eats, flny&s soos as they were the size of a squirrel he killed and skinned them and sent them to his customers. • Bay “squirrel” so several San Francisco capitalists and clubmen and •