The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 15, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 August 1913 — Page 7

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HE battle was lost Even the most sanguine of Mosby’s daredevils admitted that So, after the manner of their kind, they broke the firing-line into a hundred pieces and bunched in twos and

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threes scattered broadcast over the sun-baked, cactus-clad hills—soldiers of fortune, insurrectos of Mexico no longer; merely men, who had broken the laws of a land and were fleeing for their lives. It had but one object in view—this fighting machine broket into bits, that had taken up the cause of a country other than its own—and that was to cross the American border and there seek the protection of the stars and stripes, under whose folds every mother!* soa of its soldiery had been born. ' ■ - - M; bunkie and I were on the left flank when the crash came. Something hit that left flank and melted it, twisted and distorted it like so much steel put to the flame. I did not realize what it was at the time, but I do now. It was a battery, a living, breathing incarnation of hell In the shape of machine guns, handled by men who knew how to use them. Our wing of the army melted in its hot breath. Men who had fought standing, kneeled. Men who kneeled, lay down, tried to bury myself in the bosom of Mother Earth and, Mother Earth being baked adobe in that particular spot, I took to my heels. It was the beginning of the end. Everybody was running, so what was the use of remaining? They were ten to one against us, this enemy, and artillery to boot. Besides, our oldfashioned single-loading Springfields were being pitted against repeating rifles of the latest pattern. And the ammunition was running low. Even thus I reasoned as I ran, pellmell, for the border, four long miles away. In my fancy there loomed before me the fate of our wounded at Tecate and the bloodletting of the Alamo. Somebody gripped the toe of my boot and I sprawled headlong into cactus and rocks. It was a wotpded comrade, an American like myself, only a boy at that, whose ruddy face I had often seen at our troop mess or over some neighboring campfire of Baja California. His shoulder had been shot away. A leg was crushed' below the knee. There was no hope for his life, but he wanted to be taken away. “For God’s sake, don't leave me, pal!” he cried. “They’ll burn me, they’ll kill me slow,” he moaned. For a moment I was stunned by the fall, but the boy’s pathetic appeal brought me to my senses and burned into my brain where it will forever remain. 1 * I looked around me. There were wounded men, most of them boys, clutching at their fleeing comrades, beseeching them not to leave them to the mercy of the Mexican rurales. Yet these men whom I had seen * cheerfully. face death many times, men who had enlisted - in a foreign cause unafraid to die in battle, but standing ever in mortal terror of the torture chambers on the battle fields of Mexico. The Death Rain. For a moment my manhood returned and the massacre fear left me. I would shoulder this maimed bit of humanity, stagger to the line with my burden, over those cruel, never ending hills which I must scale with my charge before we reached safety. ‘ I staggered to my feet, but the zipzip of the “dum-dums,” those same "dum-dums” that had crippled this boy brought me back to a realization cf my peril. An instant I faltered in hoisting him to my back, but the boy seemed to divine my change of heart. He gripped ip again, this time with a dying maj 3 clutch which I could not and woul not shake off unless I broke his'.erm. So I shouldered the bleeding little figure and labored forward, the while he murmured, “Good boy, good boy,” and the bullets of the Federals ever hissed and screeched in my ears. , Sometimg rose up in my path. It barred my progress. It was shattered by shot—a human form—scarce recognizabk now for the, blood that stained it fron head to foot. But a voice husky wth pain and terror begged me not tc leave him. Fl;d as From an Enemy. I fled rom this dying man as I fled from tV enemy. Dodged him as he reached for me. As I passed him from bis each he tottered back on the

GRANDCARPET FOR ONE ONLY 1 y ■ l« Gorgeus With Gold and Jewels and Jo One Has Sufficient Vealth to Buy It. The Ga«war of Baroda has lent to the Victria and Albert- museum, South Kesington, one of the four magniflcet panels which together conatitut' the celebrated "pearl carpet of Proda.” These panels, with other intnded gifts, including a canopy (the “Pearl Veil”) and a set of

Fla of Tragedy Returned. Traged and a noble deed are wrapped p in a miniature flag which has -Just >een presented to the Canterbury ihseum, New Zealand. It is a New Zdand ensign with the Union Jack an'the Southern Cross, and it measureonly two inches by three. . Despit its size, it < will prove a [source o Interest for many a year to come, briefly, it has been to the south pe; a dead man kept his promtoe. 'hen Doctor Wilson, one of Capt Robert Scott’s ill-fated Polar

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ground with a cry of despair that left with me another memory. My legs were growing numb from the exertion of it all. Ahead of me fled the army, or what was left of it. Behind me echoed the wail of the wounded, the vivas of the victorious Federals, the hiss and scream of their bullets. Ever present was the memory of the Alamo and Tecate, where our wounded and those of our fellows taken prisoners had experienced living hells before death relieved them of their torment. On and on I stumbled, falling now and then, but always my burden. It had ceased to urge me forward, this maimed bit of boyhood, but its lone arm still encircled my neck with a vise-like grip that at times made it almost impossible to breathe. Sounds of the battle left me now. Ino longer saw men. I dared not stop, however, for fear of not being able to rise again, but at last I stumbled and fell with my burden for the last time. For a long time I remained on the ground, breathing heavily and resting. How sweet that rest was. I cared not for Federal soldado or rural. Let them come! I would sleep. The weight slipped from my back and I breathed freer. I must have lain there for an hour. When I arose the little figure at my side did not speak. I bent over him. He had cheated the torture chambers. They could not get him now. From his pocket a worn and thumb-marked bit of paper protruded. In the hope of learning his name I read it. It was a message from a mother to her son. There was no post-mark. No address. Nothing to lead to his identity. Just “Jim, come home. Mother needs you. Your little sister and I pray for you. every night. We aie very lonely with you away. Come home, dear boy.” That was all. Just a good-by message—the last he was ever to receive from that little mother somewhere in the states. If she could see her boy now! The Price of the Wanderlust. “And what did he die for?” I asked myself. What would I have died for? Just the battle-lust, that is all. The something inside of us that makes us soldiers of fortune. The wanderlust! I buried him, in the night, on the side of a hill where the soil was softer

PIECED QUILTS COMING BACK. Old-fashioned women who know hew to make pieced quilts are developing a useful industry, particularly in the south and New England, by making sflk and cotton creations to supply the demand of fashionable women who are ready to pay big prices. This picture shows a scene in the home of a southern family.

gold carpet-weights encrusted with diamonds, were prepared in the reign of Khande Rao Gaekwar (1856-1870), probably at the instigation of his Mohammedan wife, as an offering to the tomb of Mohammed at Madina. The panel, which Is suggestive of the wonders of the whole carpet, consists of an arabesque design embroidered in pearls and colored glass beads with applied gold bosses and studs set with lasque (flat) diamonds and cabochon (convex form) rubles, emeralds and sapphires. In the center a

party, left Lyttelton, two years ago for the Antarctic regions, Miss Anne W. Hardy of Rakaia placed in his hands a miniature flag of New Zealand, with the request that if Doctor Wilson formed one of the Polar party he would take the little flag with him. This Dr. Wilson did, and the flag was found on his dead body when discovered. It was brought back by the relief party and returned to Miss Hardy by Mrs. Wilson, the late explorer’s wife, and by Mist Hardy presented to the museum.

and a little grass grew. A nameless grave with not even a mark to show that a body rested there. Perhaps the mother may read these lines and recognize in the little soldier of fortune her boy. At least she may console herself with the thought that his flesh was not food for coyotes; his bones not bleaching white in the sun like two hundred others of his comrades who in five short months the penalty of the battle-lust in Mexico. As for myself, I stole like a thief in the night across the border and surrendered to the United States authorities. With ninety-three of my fellows I was penned up in Foft Rosecrans at San Diego for five days, while the government In Mexico we had sought to overthrow pleaded for our possession. Uncle Sam refused to give us up, but he kept our general, daring young Jack Mosby, veteran of five wars, beloved of his men, who is now at the naval disciplinary barracks Puget Sound, for taking French leave of the United States navy when the Mexican war cloud broke. Os the ninety-three who survived that bloody day which cost us so many men, some are now fighting in the Balkans under different flags, and, if the powers of Europe clash over the division of the spoils, I feel that I must join them, even at the penalty of the cost! Ugliest Man the Most Married. Lupungu, chief of the Basongi, oaa. of the wealthiest chiefs in the Congo, is a much-married man, for he is the proud possessor of 300 wives, for each of whom he pays a yearly tribute of two francs to the state. This, how ever, is not his sole claim to distinction, for he has also been dubbed by the officials of the province “the ugliest man on earth.” “With some reason,” says Vice-Consul Casteus. who describes him as a villainous-looking native possessing but one eye, and a countenance horribly scarred by smallpox. As a young child, Lupungu was deserted by his father, and afterwards adopted by a sub-chief. In later years, he persuaded the gullible natives that his one eye gave him certain occult powers; he then made friends with a band of Arab traders, and with their assistance made war upon his father whom he conquered and succeeded'as chie>f of the Basongi.

conventional full-blown flower encloses a large bass of soft gold mounted with a rosette of diamonds, the field filled with jeweled palmettes and flowers proceeding from leafy stems scrolling, encircling, and interlacing on a close ground of iridescent seedpearls. In the border are twenty-feur diamond rosettes. Enormous Damage by Floods. The flood damage in the United States is estimated at about $100,000,000. annually. ♦

A Catastrophe. i A man had occasion to ship a mUls i by rail to another county. He sent the animal to the station in the care of a <darky. When the freight was put on the car the darky looked through the bars and saw that the mule was eating the tag upon which his destination was marked. The darky at once ran home and shouted: “Massa! massa! dat mule, he dope gone and et up de place .where he's gwta* to!”—Harper’s Magazine.

■ » ■■ Advertising Talks ■» — iw ADVERTISING ADVICE FOR THE MERCHANT • Branch of Business That Requires Careful Study, But Brings Good Returns. Advertising copy should be prepared with care jyjd should be given as much attention as is given to buying goods. Every effort should be made to be truthful and not to exaggerate. There is no necessity for using big words or flowery language. Eighty-five per cent, of the people to whom you are appealing in your ads do not understand big words if you use them, and it is that 85 per cent, that you want to get into your store. Have your adver- ; tising copy read simple and direct, so that a child can understand. And after you have written an ad, read it over . yourself and see how it sounds. Set aside a certain hour or period of your business day to your advertising, just i the same as you open your mail when ■ you go to the store the first thing in the morning. It is the right arm of your business, and it can make or break you. Give it your thought and attention. Study your competitor’s advertising and compare it with your own. ■ Urges Use of White Space. Use cuts or pictures to illustrate ' your ads if you can, and use white I space. Don’t endeavor to fill up every i nook and corner of your space. A small ad well displayed, with an atI tractive illustration or white space ■ around inside the border, will many I times attract more readers and bring better results than a larger ad crowded with type. The same is true of your windows. Don’t try to put all your merchandise in your display windows. A few articles tastefully displayed, with price tags or descriptive lines, in an attractively decorated window will reach more people than filling up that window with a lot of stuff .which people look at, and then pass on without remembering anything they ; have seen. Clerks Should Read Ads. Insist upon your clerks reading your ads and paying particular attention to them. I would not have a clerk in my store who did not take a daily newspaper and who did not take enough interest in his or her work to read my ads, not only to know whether anything was being advertised in their department, but also endeavor to impress them with your desire to have their suggestions in regard to selling more goods in their department. A great many times a wide-awake clerk can suggest to a department head or manager that a certain line of goods is not selling, and an ad with a cut price on these lines the next day will start them moving. Insist that your clerks familiarize themselves with your store and your store policy, and in every possible way make them appreciate that they must go out of their way to please every customer, and give as much attention and be as pleasant with a customer buying five cents’ worth of goods as one buying SSO worth. The five-cent customer today may be a SSO customer tomorrow. George Fitch on Advertising. George Fitch, the humorist, in a recent article on advertising, said: “Advertising began when the eager merchant went out on the street and jogged the pedestrian by the elbow to get his attention. This was wearisome work, and sometimes the pedestrian hit back. Nowadays the merchant can jog a million men by the elbow through the public print, while he himself is beating a worried golf ball out of a sand pit “Advertising is a peddler who brings the wares of the world into the house each day and tells you how cheap and good they are. “By advertising a man can dispose of a mountain of sawdust at one dollar per ounce, Troy weight. Without advertising he can offer frankincense and myrrh to all comers free of charge until the stuff spoils on his hands. “Advertising makes millionaires and presidents, makes great actors out of fur coats with indifferent fillings, supplies widows with husbands, babies with homes and deserts with people. Advertising gets some people into society and others into jail. Advertising supports literature and makes nations boom. The country which advertises waxes exceeding great in immigration problems, while the land which has no press agents crumbles away and is discovered by archaeologists in the dim presently. "Advertising made Homer great thousands of years after he was born, and introduced Rameses to admiring friends 4,000 years after he had retired from circulation. Chicago consists of Goshen, Ind., plus advertising. Advertising has kept Sarah Bernhardt young and aitractive for sixty-several years—and the lack of it made Poe starve at forty.” The Engine of Business. Advertising is the engine of business, but even an engine needs coal and water before it can accomplish anything. Advertising needs your thoughtful study and a personality and sense

Interpreter of Business. “Advertising is the universal' interpreter of business,’’ writes Henry Brockbank. "Every day it sets to print the surplus and needs of mankind. It is the great connecting link between the producer and the consumyr. It tells the story of all good things of the earth and where they are to be found. Advertising is the sap of the business tree, assimilating the products of industry and distributing 'hem among the millions of consumng leaves. It creates the desires and

of fair dealing with It to make it prot- | itable. Advertising can be with you either a six per cent, net investment or a 20 per cent, net investment, just as you make it yourself. It is not an expense. Money invested in advertising a store or a business which grows by reason of this advertising means that every dollar you have invested in advertising can be added to the value of your store or your business or your trade mark as it increases. A teacher asked her class in spelling to state the difference between the words “results” and “consequences." A bright girl replied: “Results are what you expect, and consequences are what you get.” Advertising is today, in the abstract, the greatest business asset. You can make it an asset or a liability in your business, just as you choose. It is up to you. \ i FARMER SHOULD ADVERTISE I Local Newspaper Affords Excellent ' Means for Disposing of Products I to City Folks. The local newspapers afford the farmer a means of disposing of farm products on a par with its value to the local merchant. But the farmer | must make proper use of its columns or the expense will be another of the many leaks that the farmer suffers from, writes C. T. Chamberlain of Michigan. My neighbor raised ten bushels of early potatoes more than he used during summer and fall, and acquired for seed. Potatoes for eating purposes brought 75 cents per bushel. My neighbor paid one dollar a peck for seed and he decided to get some of this expense money back. Instead of selling them for 75 cents he put them down in his dry cellar and the next spring advertised them in the local daily thus: “Last summer I paid four dollars the bushel for my early Five Weeks potatoes. The dealer said if I planted them in April I could have them to eat in mid-June and he told the truth. I have a few of those potatoes to spare arid I’ll cut the price in two for my neighbors. Get them at once, two dollars per bushel.” This ad. was run three days for one cent a word —or it would have been had not the farmer cancelled it the second day. He sold out the first day and could have sold three times as many. Another man has named his farm and sells every article of produce under this name. It is a guarantee of quality as patrons know and he could sell much more than his seventy acres will produce. This man sells to a small city market, 5,000 population, and delivers his produce. He doesn’t call it out, huckster fashion, from door to door, but has a telephone and takes orders by it. His ads. in the local papers keep the peapie informed of what he has to sell and orders are given and time of delivery arranged over the phone. SAYS NEWSPAPER ADS BEST Banker Declares Better Results Come Than When Magazines Are Used. Newspapers were pronounced far superior to magazines as an advertising medium by F. O. March of E. B. Smith & Co., bankers, in an address on “Financial Advertising” at a round table luncheon of the Poor Richard club, Philadelphia, the other day. Experiments have recently been made by' New York firms, Mr. March said, In advertising with syndicated and individual newspapers in most of the big centers of the country. The carefully tabulated record of results shows that heavier and quicker response came from the newspapers than from similar advertising placed with magazines. “Financial advertising has changed considerably in recent years,” said Mr. March. “Financial houses are coming to realize that bonds and stocks are subject to the same laws of distribution and sale as potatoes. They accordingly are not satisfied with merely inserting a card in the paper calling attention to the number of years they have been in business, but specifically state why the bonds they offer are best.” Mr. March pointed out that advertiseinents in old city directories show that only a short time ago the “card” advertisement was not used by the grocer. He said that bankers usually balk at more blatant methods of displaying their wares on’ ethical grounds. “Having determined the nature of the advertising,” continued Mr. March, “where it shall be placed becomes the next problem. We have found that the newspapers are by far the best mediums."

"What I object to is, whin I pay ten or fifteen cents Fr a magazine, expectin' to spend me avenin' Improvin' me mind with th’ latest thoughts in advertisin’, to find more than a quarther iv th* whole book devoted to llthrachoor.”

A Doubtful Compliment. The readers of the following testimonial, were found, as a rule, to rather doubt the efficiency of the remedy to which It referred. This particular recommendation read: “Dear Doctor: I used to have three bald spots on my head, but after using several bottles of your remarkable remedy I now have only one.”

stimulates the demands which turn the wheels Os our factories over faster and faster. No other method of business is like unto advertising, for it is done altogether in the open and in the sunshine.” Are You One of Them? Why is the merchant who doesn’t advertise, like a' man in a row boat? Because he goes backward, I suppose. , ' No; because he> has to get along without sales.

Saved Somebody’s Eyes. Church—A sick cat in North Adams, Mass., was found to be suffering from having swallowed a seven-inch hatpin. Gotham—Well, that’s one way of getting the objectionable hatpins out of sight Not Always. "Do you believe in love at firet Bight?” "Depends very much on the acreage of the site.” A rich girl has got to be awfully ugly in order to be homely.

Don’t Poison Baby. FORTY YEARS ago almost every mother thought her child must have PAREGORIC) or laudanum to make it sleep. These drugs will produce sleep, and a FEW DROPS TOO MANY will produce the SLEEP FROM WHICH THERE IS NO WAKING. Many are the children who have been killed or whose health has been ruined for life by paregoric, laudanum and morphine, each of which is a narcotic product of opium. Druggists are prohibited from selling either of the narcotics named to children at all, or to anybody without labelling them “poison.” The definition of “narcotic is: “A medicine which relieves pain and produces sleep, but which in poisonous doses produces stupor, coma, convulsions and death.” The taste and smell of medicines containing opium are disguised, and sold under the names of “ Drops,” “ Cordials,” “ Soothing Syrups,’ 1 etc. You should not permit any medicine to be given to your children without you or your physician know of what it is composed. CASTORIA DOES NOT -« i CONTAIN NARCOTICS, if it bears the Bignature — of Chas. H. Fletcher. - I Genuine Castoria always bears the signature of j

TRUE SPIRIT OF THE HOME Serenity and Wisdom of Wife and Mother Dew and Sunshine to Growing Souls. Wherever the great and beautiful work of art, a home, had come into being, the wife and mother has had her paramount existence in that home though her Interests and activities have not necessarily been limited to Its sphere, declares Ellen Key in the Atlantic. But husband and children have been able to count on her in the borne as they could count on the fire on the hearth, the cool shade under the tree, the water In the well, the bread in the sacrament Thus upon husband and children Is bestowed the experience which a great poet gained from his mother. "All became to her a wreath!" A wreath where every day’s toil and holiday’s joy, hours of labor and moments of rest were leaf and blossom and ribbon. The wise educator Is never one who Is “educating” from morning to night. She is one who, unconsciously to the children, brings to them the chief sustenance and creates the supreme conditions for their growth. Primarily she is the one who, through the serenity and wisdom of her own nature, Is dew and sunshine to growing souls. She is one who understands how to demand in just measure, and to give at the right moment She Is one whose desire Is law, whose smile Is regard, whose disapproval Is punishment, whose caress is benediction. Beautiful Leicester. Leicester, the latest town to offer the sport of a by-election, has learned how to make herself beautiful from unpromising materials. She has no suitable building stone handy, and, therefore, out of red bricks, put together by cunning architects, she has constructed a city unlike any other in England. A local art school has fostered the spirit of beauty, and thus Leicester has triumphed over her limitations. She has been described as a rosy-red town set In a mass of greenery. Even the lamp posts have been designed by a sculptor, who Is not ashamed to let them bear bls name.—London Chronicle. For "Mr. Fragile." A man with an express package under his arm, stepped up to the box office window of a New York theater and, addressing Frank Loomis, asked: “Anybody here named Fragile?” “No,” replied Loomis. “Well, that’s the name on this package.” Loomis took a look. The box was addressed to the manager of the Landon pictures. Over the address was Inscribed: “Fragile!” What He Meant. “How are all the rough necks and crooks?" asked the legislative scribe as he shook hands with the police reporter on his return from the general assembly. "Just what I was going to ask you.” “Oh, I meant the ones that get caught,” returned the weary journaltot Where Do You Suppose It’s Been? Bacon —I see the site of the building In which Daniel Webster was bom has been found In Franklin, N. H. Egbert — Those New Hampshire folks are awful careless about mislaying things, aren’t they? Horrible examples are the kind a 1 schoolboy encounters in his arithmetic. The level headed man not apt to ae a rounder. i

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Alexander Stephens as a Lawyer. In his own profession of the law Alexander H, Stephens’ fine Intelleo tual sincerity stands out fully, and well proves that success requires neither' dishonesty nor shuffling. “What business do you follow, Alex?” said his uncle to him in the early days. "I am a lawyer.” After an ominous silence the uncle spoke again. “Alex, don’t you have to tell lies?" Alex did not have to tell lies. Hear what he says, reviewing his career in old age: “No advocate should evet assert as matter of fact in his client’s case what he knows is not such; any code of morals justifying him in thia does not deserve the name.” And again, more personally: "My rule from the time I was admitted to the bar was: First, to Investigate a case submitted to me, to Inquire into the facts and the law applicable to it; then, if I did not believe the party entitled to success before the court, 1 told him so and declined to appear or prosecute the case.” —Gamaliel Bradford, Jr, In the Atlantic. ! Paper Cannon. To the amazingly long list of articles made of paper there may ,be added paper cannon, which have been manufactured at the Krupp works, In Germany. These paper* field pieces are for special use of the infantry. Their caliber is a little less than two Inches, and the pieces are so light that a soldier can easily carry one. But the resistance Is greater that of a field piece of steel of the same caliber. It Is not to be understood that these paper guns are In any way to replace those made of steel. The paper arms are Intended merely for uses in situations where the movement of field artillery would be impracticable. Paper artillery on the field of battle seems an extraordinary thing, but it is hardly more so than paper wheels for freight cars on railways appeared when they were first Introduced, or, for that matter, than paper water palls were. THE RIGHT SOAP FOR BABY’S 4 SJON In the care of baby’s akin and hair, Ctttfcura Soap is the mother's favorite. Not only Is it unrivaled in purity and refreshing fragrance, but tta gentle emollient properties are usually sufficient to allay minor irritations, remove redness, roughness and chafing, soothe sensitive conditions, and promote skin and hair health generally. Assisted by Cutlcura Ointment, It Is most valuable In the treatment of eczemas, rashes and Itching, burning infantile eruptions. Cutlcura Soa*p wears to a wafer, often outlasting several cakes of ordinary soap and making Its use most economical Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address postcard “Cutlcura, Dept L, Boston.”—Adv. Taking Orders. Miss Hogabust (of Chicago)—And what profession is your son in, Lord High top? Lord Hightop — Oh, when Algy leaves college 1 expect he will take orders. Miss Hogabust (surprised) — You don’t say! Well, poppa has got some real nice gentlemen traveling for him. His Business. "The watchmaker you recommended is a regular sycophant” "Well, naturally, he’s a time MTTttL Sarcastic. "What is the underworld?” “That part of the world that the automobiles run over.”