The Syracuse Journal, Volume 25, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 19 May 1932 — Page 3

Through Mists of Memory The reat war is a memory now, shrouded in |jß . the mists of years into which men •. • *<A| but of the rain and the darkness on the long road to Flanders comes the sound of hobnails clanking . . . and faces flash out from the night and fade again . . . men of the diamond, the v ’.'B ghdiron and the track . . . Hank Gowdy. brav- > est of the Braves, the first big leaguer to go . . . CL * ■* Tommy Hitchcock, trading his in the sada on the a ■ ■ ■ John Miljus the 4 ball grenades at the pill hexes at Varennes. ha A . Red-shirted Shawkey standing by at the sur- " r\" * jf *<*»• *<■ ren d«r of the German grand fleet. . Major 1 Erank Cavanaugh, sitting down to fumble at the aPtSU.-'” shrapnel in his shcu der . Tommy Armour. bgh’mg the darkness with shell-torn eves. and Joe Harns, with } mu< * U P to their hips. . . . Eddie Ricken- i backer, cruising the clouds like a bird of prey. J?'sßF Hindenburg line. . . . Tony Wilding. Captain '• ■■BMP' Cheape. Tommy O’Brien. Jeon Bouin, Cynl .gxlzzß Tolly. Gene Tunney—faces marching past into ,he m * ,t ’ •• ■ a f* ce flakes past that will not 108 VII IIII return—Eddie Grant, stopping his terrific P? JBSS?;B^y3I 8 111 line drive with his heart .. . into the darkness Qfr fa~A UZ .81 ill 81?; 1 >nd rain they march again .. . but the war is v— o id ow a nd memories of men vanish in the mists of veara. —Detroit News. - Ilf'S L'» • <-. V .**?'&! . *»*« •** ;■ %

Those East Hours of the Great Conflict IN THE darknest of that unhappy night of devastation, the last night of the World war, the old fighting Klghtyninth—by that time one of the crack shock divisions of the A. E. F.— bridged Powder river, near Stenay. under the fire of those deadly batteries from the eastern shore, and threw the Three Hundred and Fiftythird Infantry, the Sunflower regiment.

Marking the End of War's Debauch IT WAS the armistice. Theeleventh ■ hour osThe eleventh day of the month, IRIS marking the end of modern man s Imost terrible debauch of blood-letting; starting the desolating hang-over periml _• from which the combatants of the World war-—both victors and - vanquished—are just emerging, if Am! around the tjrorid there was universal rejoicing and peace,. The blaring or siren*, (he blowing of whistle*, the ring rig of bells, the. waving of flag*. Streets littery! jrfth

Memorial to the Nation's \\ ar Heroes ARLINGTON will never destined to be a battlefield. It was fated to be Ins read a vast monument to the fruits of battile. There were brought the dead from those terrible fields where. for four years, the youth of North and South slew each other in fratricidal warfare. There rose. In token that North and South should do longer shed each other's- blood, a monument to the Confederacy. There, without distinction of>-state or section, now lie dead from the Spanish war— Including the sailorsi of the Maine—the Philippine Insurrection, and the World, war. The mouun»ante are often distinctive, and there [are stones carved

JH ERO ISM REMEMBERED I *'‘-v r yw 'Hill II I Soldier/ and Sailors* monument towering above the Hudson river on Riverside drive. New York.

on into enemy land. Up the gentle slopes of the Meuse they went, “main mining contact with the enemy." What .meaning in those five simple words! Perhaps back in our homes in America, after all these soft and peaceful years, we forget—doubtless most of us would like to forget! Hut the combat men of the A. E. F —God help, them —will never remove from their seared memories of those days the thoughts which “contact” brings, mustard gas. shrapnel, wire, machine guns, the deadly bayonet, the high ex plosive, the dirt, the filth, the havoc of action. ' The morning wore on. Fighting men went down' never to rise again.

paper, surging crowds, parades and demonstrations; t’aruso singing from the fifteenth-floor balcony of his Broadway hotel; negro red-caps In . Grand Central station cake-walking through the concourse behind one porter who was pushing an Invalid chair in which was a stuffed figure of the kaiser. The President's and Mrs. Wilson's automobile escorted to the White House by cheering throngs. ■t'iemenceau—the old Tiger of France '-expressing his satisfaction of victory before the French chamber. Rome—wild with victory; Tokyo echoing with cheers*—an allied world de llrious with Joys | x . Meanwhile, all over Annffh a. serv- ! Ices and ceremonies had been held and at noon the whole nation had Jdined

with the last brave words of dying boys. No soldier, from the Unknown Id hi* magnificent emplacement above the river to the humble Vermont or lowa private brought wMth the other shattered wreckage of the Wilderness or the Rappahannock, could ask a lovelier resting place, or one more peaceful. Despite the constant going and coming of viaftora. the place is quiet—far quieter, probably, than It was In the early days when Mr. Custls used to allow the people of Washington to hold picnics down near the river lb Custls grove. No one dances In Arlington now as they did In those days before Its somber glory had been la Mwmoriam In grateful memory of the soldiers who fought In the French and Indian war; soldiers and Bailors of the American Revolution; heroes of- the War of 1812 and the Mexican war; soldiers and sailors who fought In the War for the Union. UWI-1865; veterans of the Spanish-American war and the World war; soldiers and frontiersmen who fought In the In dlan wars; and those hardy pioneer men and women who endured danger and privation and death by torture at the bands of the savages, in order to advance American civilisation upon thia continent —we bow in reverence Memorial day.—St. Louis Post-Dis-patch. Great American Shrine To those who gave their lives, not that “this nation might live.” but that “democracy might live”—a shrine. To the soldiers of America who sacrificed everything, not for home and country, but for all humanity—a place where all humanity may pay homage. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the amphitheater in Arlington, Va, is one of America’s newest and greatest shrines. It is a memorial not only to the boys who fonght and died In the World war, but a mark to that great moment when America looked up from Its natibnal boundaries and started to think in terms of universal humanity. —American Agriculturist. American Dead Abroad American cemeteries abroad, under the War department, are six in France, two In Belgium and one in, England.

Others clawed the brown grass and soil in agon 1 )' from wounds They will carry until .the sunset »day of life. But still-the ’Americans pressed on. And then came the first order !of change, from the commanding officer, watch In hand, of a battery of the •heavies'' miles tn the rear, “Cease Firing." A little later the same idea had transferred Itself to the fussy 755. Then came 11 o’clock and silence! it was the end! Four long years of travail were over. And there the men stood, "with their hands still clasped on their empty gats and their thoughts acorss the seas." Mother, sweetheart, wife —they would see them again ( — Kansas Farmer.

with the crowds at. Arlington in a twominute period of silence. In front of former President Wilson's house five or six thousand people had gathered atyTMr. Wilson had come out to shake a wounded veteran and to utter a few words in a voice that shook with emotfofi. Such Was Armistice day, 1921. Happy, dancing, singing groups Silhouetted around the campfires, and in th? villages behind the lines, lights appeared in windows that had been darkened throughout the war, welcoming beams of yellow radiance invited to warmth and comfort within. Tfhe sound of. popping corks in crowded cases and estaminets. All of It vias a part of that corridor of light acr|oss o war-torn Europe, the glow. the. Wat. and the warmth. It was peacg.

bestowed upon It. But one can wan dec along shaded roads and paths and be aware of the heavy march of his tory. of exquisite natural Os old. unhappy far-off thing*. And battle* long ago, of . yesterday’s bereavement, and ot a pain so old that It has long since ceased to be pain. The visitor may pass in review almost the whole history of the Republic—pioneer day*, for Arlington was once a wilderness sold for a few hogsheads of tobacco; Revolutionary days; year* of far-flung Internecine warfare, shaking the nation to its foundations; record* of fighting on the western plain* and on the islands of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans; and • finally, the sacrificial year* of 1917 and 1918. Rut he will come back to the tomb of the Unknown Soldier with an unanswered question—with the question. Indeed, which more than any other In these latter days troubles humanity. For there is still space for other valiant dust. VIRGINIA’S TRIBUTE W w ■ fcQjrjb • -T' Impressive memc.'ial to her brave sons, dedicated by the state of Virginia, in the national capital at Richmond.

THE SYRACUSE JOURNAL.

Who Was Who? By Louise M. Comstock e* J

DEVIL JUDD TOLLIVER g<r\EVIL,” John Fox, Jr., called him L' in “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine,” “Devil” Judd Tolliver, but all up and down the borderland of Kentucky, from the Big Sandy to the Cumberland and far into the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia he was known as “Bad." “Bad" John Wright, straightshooting son of the hills, a bad man to pick a quarrel with. If you doubted that the lanky old man who died just a few years ago at the age of ninety had earned that ominous title, you had only to look at the thirty odd notches on hissgun. or at “Wright’s cemetery.’ a little plot so called because “Bad" John had filled more graves in It than any other cause. It is only fair to give credence to Wright’s claim that all of his killings were In the cause of law and order, or at least under circumstances under which, somebody being bound to be killed. Justice was with the keenest eye and the straightest aim. But fightinc w.-is his second nature.’ During the Civil war he served first as scout for Morgan’s Raiders on the Confederate side, was captured and imprisoned at old, Fort Smith and on his release Joined up with the Union army and fought with it through to the end of the war. He was quite a family man, too, several times a husband and father of over thirty children whom he kept track of in his own mind by the ingenious device of associating them with their mother’s maideh name. Alice Wright, the original of June of the novel, for instance, was a Harmon. When John Fox. Jr., knew Wright, he owned 3.<W acres of land in Lonesome enve. All except the burial ground which held his ancestors back to the days of Daniel Boone Wright later sold out for a ridiculously low price to a coal company. • • • THE TEDDY BEAR THE Teddy Bear, essential tb every nursery twenty years ago and still a popular toy, was of course named for Teddy Roosevelt, but how a President of the United States became associated with a humble little stuffed bear is Just another proof of the socalled “power of thegwess.” About ISSB in a title village in Germany a crippled dressmaker named Margarete Steiff concocted out of leftover scraps of material a little stuffed bear which she presented to a child of the neighborhod. The bear proved so popular that her brother, Richard Steiff, with an eye to business, had other bears manufactured and put on the market. The first stuffed bears sold in this country were imported In 1902 by Borgfeldt ft Co. That same fall President Roosevelt went hunting In Mississippi. Soon the ever watchful press informed the country that Its President had refused to shoot a small bear which had been captured and brought into camp for him go kill. Clifford .E. Berryman, cartoonist, proceeded to make the incident subject for a cartoon In which Roosevelt, gun in one hand and the other raised traffic cop fashion as if to prevent such a deed, stood with his back turned to another man leading a tiny bear on a rope. Labeled “Drawing the Line in Mississippi." the cartoon took the country by storm. Berryman subsequently adopted the bear as mascot for al) of his Roosevelt -cartoons and Margarete Steiff's "stuffed bear" was soon being sold as Teddy's or the Teddy bear. . L ■ ‘ SAM PATCH s IF THE name of Sam Patch became, several generations ago, a synonym for boasting, cacksure foolhardiness, it was not so much because of what he did as because of the way he did IL Sam was a brave “stunt” Jumper to be sure. From leaping boldly off bridges into the stream below and from the tops of windmills, he advanced in his art to such a point that he leaped successfully from a shelf of rock midway between the highest point on Goat island and the water at Niagara falls. Meantime, of course, he also advanced In fame and fortune, from a humble cotton spinner in Pawtucket. R. 1.. In which place be was b<>rn in 1807, to a public figure, drawing down good compensation and followed by admiring throngs wherever he went Sam waxed In confidence and ambition. At length, in November, 1829, he faced an excited audience gathered to see him leap the Genessee falls on the Genessee river near Rochester, N. Y„ and said: "Napoleon was a great man and a great general He conquered armies and nations, but couldn’t Jump the falls of the Genessee. That was left for- me to do. and do it I will." And Sam Patch leaped, to his own death, proving that even famous “stunt" Jumpers sometimes must meet thetr Waterloo. <©i list. Western Newspaper Seeing Straight A man may think. If he will, that two eyes see no more than one; or that a gamester seetb always more than a looker-on; . . . but when all is done, the help of good counsel Is that which seeth business straight— Bacon. Service “There’s so much ugliness In the world," sighs a pessimist, “that I find life most depressing." The best cure for that sort of depression Is to cease to deplore and set to work to improve —“Brighten the corner where you are.” First Illustrated Volume? The earliest book known to have had illustrations is the wonderful set of” Egyptian papyrus rolls called the Book of the Dead, written 15 centuries before ChrisL

BULGARIANS LIVE CLOSE TO NATURE Primitive Simplicity in the Mountain Ranges. In the midst of Bulgaria’s numerous mountain chains, a large number of villages are picturesquely tucked away in their folds, and dotted here and there on their undulating slopes. There is a striking difference between the character and psychology of the peasants living in i. ese mountainous regions and those who dwell on the plains near towns. Their mode of life is at complete variance: the soil Is usually of a poorer quality, their holdings are smaller, and their culture is on a lower plane. Through centuries of hard toil, under most adverse conditions, their material wants are most modest. In many S wiys they are almost self-sup-porting. Their daily food consists mainly of black bread, malk and cheese of their own production, while the wild fruits of the mountains, such as strawberries, blackberries, etc.. help, to relieve this monotonous menu. Their, clothing is homespun. It is made of coarse but most durable material. the wool being taken from their own sheep, and worked up into cloth by the women folk. Generally speaking they are not tillers of the soil in the real sense of the word! as jhey possess but scraggy patches of (fertile soil which the women folk mainly cultivate for the personal needs of the family. The men folk and the small boys are In manv cases shepherds and spend long periods roaming over the mountain valleys tending their flocks, away from every sound of civilization. These shepherds are always accompanied by their true and faithful friends: the sheep dogs who guard them and their flocks day and night, especially from wolves and other beasts of the forests which cover large sections of the Bulgarian mountains. The shepherds love their dogs as their children and the care given to.their dumb friends is.touching. But while their bodies have not indulged in material luxuries, their minds and their soul have for centuries been alive to the wonders and beauties of God's earth. They have unconsciously drunk deep from the cup of nature, which accounts for their sturdy build and healthy bodies, their souls simple and true, while their hearts have remained pure and gay as those of the children. Because these children of the mountain have not yet been penetrated by modern education, they have also not learned to conceal their feelings, nor to deceive themselves as to the nature of their feelings. On the contrary these simple, almost illiterate

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EVADE INCOME TAX IN DEVIOUS WAYS Income and other taxes are very heavy, especially in Great Britain, where the- are 22 to 25 per cent of very moderate incomes. Consequently many efforts are . made to evade them legally: By a quirk in the shipping laws, a yacht owner living in his boat is not taxed, and one such “home" may be seen at Monte Carlo, where it has been moored for years. The author, Compton Mackenzie, well-known novelist, has leased the jiny island of Jethou. which lies with its smaller sister. Herm, just east of Guernsey, in the Channel islands. Curiously, this lease is taken from the British governipent, at an absurd figured-amounting to perhaps $1 a week—and if the novelist lives there six months in the year he may live in England itself the other six months and entirely escape the income burden. By virtue of his investment, he ■may fly his own flag and assume many feudal privileges of the ancient duchy of Normandy, for islands are a part of that dukedont. There are no taxes on tobacco, spirits. on gun licenses, nor has he a tax to pay to his local goveYnment, Herm, next door, also was leased in a similar way. and has a curious history of its lease to Prince Blucher of Waldstadt. Germany, greatgrandson of Blucher, the genera!! of rhe battle of Waterloo.-. The late Prince Blucher was strongly attracted to the Australian kangaroo and bred them on Herm. The island is now In Its originpl state and the kangaroos have vanished. History can never make posterity understand how desolating oqr financial troubles are.