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SPECIAL FEATURES
THE DAILY MISSOULIAJN
SPECIAL FEATURES
MISSOULA, MONTANA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 6, 1917.
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IDEM. GHH. FOR WIFE
Fifty Members of Bachelors'
Club Chart Perfect Bride
for Lampoon.
ATTRACTIVE,
FIRST
After That Wife Must Have
Multitude of Angelic
Predispositions.
Who or what is "the girl that's
worth while?"
What are the plans and specifica
tions of the girl one would wish to
have for a life mate?
Fifty bachelors of Harvard univer
sity, members of the Hael>i 01s > clu |,
stand ready to answer these ques
tions.
In a recent IjSUe of the Lampoon
the Bachelors' club made an official
announcement which should guide
men in the selection of the "perfect
type. The club went on record as
a body, no one member being willing
to affix his name to the article.
Salient features of the specifications
of the "ideal" are "attractiveness,
grace, health, breadth of vision (in
tellectual, of course), sympathy, tact,
unselfishness, optimism, thrift, geni
ality, modesty, loyalty, domesticity,
and religious devotion."
Outside .of that nothing is required
hy the young bachelors of Harvard
of brides for benedicts, except thaï
they must be able to make bread,
fudge, cake, and rarebits, be fond of
children and kind to seniors, dress
tastefully, be ready to meet reserves,
be fairly proficient in dancing and In
women's sports, be cultured and dem
ocratic, be affable and hospitable, and
ready to meet any one whom friend
husband may present.
Of course, there are a few other
requirements which the youths have
suggested for the "perfect spouse,"
one of which is that she be not afraid
to pray nor too proud to go to church.
It may be that any young girl,
feeling that she can conscientiously
say she fulfills the specifications, will
be able to lure some of the young
clubmen from their bachelordom. It
is understood that girls of Wollesly
college are considering answering the
statement of the bachelors with speci
fications for the "perfect husband."
CIVIL WAR OPERATORS
VOLUNTEER SERVICES
New York.— Surviving members of
the United States Military Telegraph
corps of the Civil war, although all
more than 70 years old, have volun
teered their services to the United
States government in the present war.
Through the president of the society
of (ho Corps, William Bender Wilson,
of Hohnesburg, Pa., and the secretary,
David Homer Bates, of tills city, the
suggestion has been made to Newton
P. Baker, secretary of war, that the
survivors of the corps and their sons
and grandsons l»e enrolled for gov
ernment service in a special reserve
corps to be designated as "The Civil
War Military Telegraphers Corps," un
der the command of Mr. Wilson and
Mr. Bates.
In offering-the services of these
Civil war telegraphers who were onee
In the United States army, and their
descendants, the officers of the So
ciety of the United States Military
Telegraph corps proposed that they
should serve without pay under the
supervision of the war department.
Together with this offer, a list of
names of those whose services were
offered, numbering about Ort. was for
warded to the secretary of war with
the suggestion that each of the volun
teers serve in his homo locality f>y co
operation with other patriotic organ
izations.
RAISE TAX ON ALCOHOL.
Mexico City.—The tax on alcohol
and beverages containing it has been
materially increased by a recent de
cree which announces that as it is
absolutely necessary to augment cer
tain taxes because of the necessities
of the country, beginning May 1, first
sales of alcohol brandies, tequlles mez
cals and other alcoholic drinks ob
tained by distillation manufactured
within the country are taxed 40 per
cent on the sale price. Beers and
other alcoholic drinks not included in
the class mentioned above will be
taxed similarly 16 per cent. Similar
foreign products will be compelled to
pay a tax of 40 per cent above the Im
port duties.
MIRAGES CAUSED TWO WRECKS.
Mirages at sea recently proved dis
astrous to ships in Australian waters.
Phantom land lured the schooner Kona
to a grave on the beach of Kangraoo
Island, Australia. A hydrographic re
port also says that the schooner
Marston nearly fell victim to a mirage
of land, steering towards the sup
posed shore until the mistake was dis
covered.—Montreal Star.
Mary MacLane Again Gives
Glimpse Into He r Own Life
Outstanding Trait of This Queer Girl From Butte Is Still
Frankness Latest Book Shows Different Point of
View From That in Her First Work.
(Kansas City Star.)
"Mary MacLane?" you ask. "Oh,
yes; let's see. Mary MacLanc? M-a-r-y
M-a-c-L-a-n-e? Yes, yes; now 1 re
member! Came from somewhere out
VV'est, didn't she? Wrote a book, didn't
she, that was—well, that was rather
naughty? Sure, I remember now.
Well, what about her?"
"Poor ltttle Mary MacLane," to echo
her own poignant cry. Is that ail you
can remember of her who sent her
book oi;i to tfte "wide, wise world."
°* Mary MacLane and lier bool;—and
Whether it was her book, who shall
say—like, young Locliinvur, came out
of the west only 15 years ago and
helped people to forgot to remcmbci
the Maine, and filled the newspapers
and ran riot in the magazines and
disrupted women's clubs and was
damned with more damns than could
be found in "The Story of Mary Mac
Lane," which is considerable, and was
praised with a praise that accorded
her a pedestal of everlasting literary
fame.
Let's' go into the library—no, not
the public library; the censorship was
strict in those days and Mary didn't
get past the front door, but into our
little private library. Yes, here it is,
up here in li is forgotten corner, with
its red cloth back and frontispiece
picture of Mary herself in hat and
dress that look dreadfully old fash
ioned now. Don't you recall how it
started ;
"I, of womankind and of 19 years,
will now begin to set down as full and
frank portrayal as I am able of my
self, Mary MacLane, for whom the
world contains no parallel. 4 * * I
am a genius. 4 * * 1 have at
tained to an egotism that is rare in
deed. * * 4 I have hunted for even
the suggestion of a parallel among the
several hundred persons that I call
acquaintances. But in vain. There arc
people and people of varying depths
and intricacies of character, but there
is none to compare with me."
But why, you ask, burden our recol
lections with these things just now
when we are sefîng periscopes off Cape
Cod, and the bugle is blowing, and
the death or glory boys arc rallying to
T. B.'s banner, and that step you hear
on the front porch may be the con
scription sergeant come to take Jack
off to fit him for a suit of khaki? Well,
it isn't good in the first place, to give
all one's thoughts to war, and in the
second place Mary MacLajie has writ
ten another book.
About Mary, of Course.
Guess what it's about. Why Mary
MacLane, of course. She calls it "I,
Mary MacLane," and it is published by
the Stokes company. Harking back to
that quotation from her first book, it
will be recalled that she promised a
"frank portrayal." Well, the frankness
has not departed from Mary any more
than the scepter from Judah. That first
book contained a lot of personal infor
mation about Mary that some critical
persons thought might much better
have been kept locked up with the
family skeleton, but not even the fam
ily skeleton was hidden from the cÿes
of Mary's readers.
And in the 15 years that have elapsed
since that first book, Mary has learned
more intimate fads about herself and
hastens to make them known. And
the result will l»o that again Mary
will be highly praised and roundly
condemned. And she will deserve both
praise and blame, for "I,.>Iary Mac
Lane" contains somit passages, a good
many passages, of lyric beauty and
haunting charm, and next to the gold is
the dross of triviality and superficial
ity.
If perchance you do not know Mary
MacLane tt would be well to inform you
that she writes exclusively about her
self. Alexander Pope pronounced the
dictum that the proper study of man
kind is man, but Mary narrows the
curriculum until it contains only her
self. One cannot escape the convic
tion that she believes the personal
pronoun, first person, was invented
for her sake. An all-wise Providence
delayed her appearance until the ad
vent of the linotype machine. No print
shop in the old days of hand-set type
would have hud enough upper case
I s to have printed her book. Observe
this from the first page of "I, Mary
MacLane:"
"I am Mary MacLane: of no impor
tance to the wide, bright world and
dearly and damnably important to Me.
"Face to face I look at Me With some
hatred, with despair and with great in
ten 1 ness.
"1 put Me in a crucible of my own
making and set it in the flaming trivial
inferno of my mind. And I assay thus;
"I am rare—I am in some ways ex
quisite.
"I am pagan without add within.
"I am vain, shallow and false.
"1 am a specialized being, deeply my
self.
"I am of woman sex and most things
that go with that, with some other
pointes.
"I am dynamic but devastated, laid
waste in spirit.
"I am like a leopard and I'm like a
port, and I'm like a religieuse, and I'm
like an outlaw."
There If a page or two more of tho
things Mary is, but if you really want
to know why she writes exclusively
about herself, this paragraph from the
next chapter is given:
"I, myself, am the most immediate,
potent topic I can find In my know!
edge to write on; the biggest, the lit
tlest, the broadest, the narrowest, the
loveliest, the hatefulest, the most col
orful, tho most drab, the most mystic,
the most obvious, and the one that
taken me farthest as a person. I write
myself when I write the thoughts
smouldering in me, whether they be of
Death, of roses, of Christ's mother, of
10-penny nails."
Butto Too Smail for Her.
The sensation that followed the pub
lication of "The Story of Mary Mac
Lane" might well have turned a strong
er head than Is supposed to belong to a
girl of 19. Butte, Montana, from whence
the book went to the publishers, soon
found its smelter dust and desert sand
shaken from the feet of its famous
daughter who had listened to ttic siren
voices of New York. There she was a
nine-day wonder, or maybe a little
more, for good measure. Then New
York forgot her. So did you. Maybe
you have wondered or maybe you are
wondering now what of that Mary
MacLane all these 15 years. Let her an
swer your query from the pages of
her second book, wherein she describes
the writing of the first:
It was a poetic book and had insight
and \ isions and a riot of color with
youth as its keynote. And it was hu
man and literally full of the devil. Tho
far and wide public in Knglund and
America read it, and the newspapers
made a loud noise about it, and the
lonely girl who wrote it found herself
oddly notorious. It brought money
which made her free of Butte and it
brought human things into her life
which changed her life forever.
Tiie world forgetting, by the world
forgot." Mary MacLane tasted the
flesh-pots and found them good. There
were years of this life:
"There is a girl of six and twenty
in Boston and in New York who had
half forgot her long familiar ego for
several years. She lived and moved in
triviality and falseness. From having
had too few companions she had too
many who did her no good and no
harm, but helped her waste passing
days and dissipate her moods and
mental tissues. She had grown world
ly in taste, weak in manner of thought,
fragile in body from mad Irregularity
of food and sleep, and in every attri
bute uncertain of herself. Her soul
lay sleeping; heart because it felt too
keenly worked overtime; nothing en
gaged her mind. * 4 *''
And so after eight years of this she
came to herself and arose and went
back to "this Buttc-MonL" to give it
her own phrasing, back to an Illness
that took her close to death and a long,
long struggle for health. To know that
this struggle has not been altogether
successful one has only to compare the
Mary MacLane of 15 years ago and her
vibrant savage joy in her good young
woman's body with the weary Mary
MacLane of the present who drags her.
self now out to the sand wastes where
once she roamed defiant of wind and
weather.
Her Devil Worship Gone.
Somewhere between that first book'
and the now, Mary Mac Dane has found
a god. At 19 Mary MacLane's god was
the devil. She courted him, she gave
him her heart, she sat at the window in
the dusk and called to him and became
and held converse with her. And tn
her early thirties she sits at the same
window in tho same dusk and implores
God to mako himself manifest to he.r.
Twixt that devil and this God tho dif
ference is more of names than of at
tributes. but it seems to bo appropriate
that the two best bits of writing in
these books separated by half a genera
tion are addressed to these two deities.
Take her first encounter with the
Prince of DarknesB who, she would
have us believe, was the Prince Charm
ing of her imagination.
The devil leaned back in the frail
willow chair and looked at me.
"And now that I am here, Mary
MacLane," he said, "what would you?"
''I want you to marry me." I replied
at once. "And I want it more than
ever anything was wanted since the
world began."
"So? I am flattered," said the devil.
* * But you must know it is not
my custom to marry women."
T am sure tt is not." 1 agreed, "and
I do not ask to bo particularly favored.
Anything that, you may give, me, how
ever little, will constitute a marriage
for me."
"And would marriage itself be so
small a thing?" asked the devil.
Marriage," I said, "would be great,
oh, a wonderful thing, and tho most
beautiful of ull. I want what is good,
according to my lights, and because I
am a genius my lights are many and
far reaching."
"What do your lights tell you?" the
man devil inquired.
"They tell me this: that nothing in
the world matters unless love is with
it, and if love is witli it and it seems
to be virtuous, a barren and infamous
thing, still, because of the love, it par
takes of tho very highest." 444
"You are a beautifully frank little
feminine creature," he said. "Frank
ness is in these days a lost art."
"Yes, I am beautifully frank," 1 re
plied. "Out of the countless millions of
the devil's anointed I am one to ac
knowledge myself."
"But withal you arc not true," said
the man devil.
"I am a liar," 1 answered.
"Y'ou are a liar, surely," he said,
"but you stay with your lies. To stay
with anything is truth." 444
"Don't you know, you little thing,"
said the man-devil, softly compassion,
ate. "your life will be very hard for you
always—harder when you are happy
than when you go In nothingness'.'"
"I know—I know. Nevertheless I
want to be happy," I sobbed- I* felt u
rush of an old. thick, heavy anguish.
"It is day after day. It Is week after
week. It Is month after month. It is
year after year. It is only time going
and going. There is no joy. There is
po lightness of heart. It is only the
passing of days. 1 am young and all
I alone.
"Always I have been alone. When l
was 5 and lay in the damp grass and
(Continued on Tare Six.)
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KBKXITI Ol'ITCKUS SAULTING COLORS OF HARVARD'S KEGIMENT.
A crack regiment >.f students of Harvard University is lie ing trained by French officers snot \o this country for the
purpose. Photo shows the officers saluting old Glory as it passes them in review. Tile building shown is the Har
vard club, from the balcony of which (be French tricolor hangs.
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sue CHASER FOR TESTS
Fastest Chaser in Existence
Recently Completed at
Eastern Yard.
FROM RUSSIAN PLAN
New Northern Republic Took
18 Boats; Other Allies
Follow Suit.
(From the scientific American.)
A fast submarine chaser lias been
built at Greenport, N. A'., for the. United
States government. It is 50 feet long,
10 feet beam, 3 feet draft and the
2 8-cylinder Dnesenberg motors at 140o
revolutions drove it on trial at a speed
of 42 miles per hour.
As far as we know tills is the fast
est submarine chaser in existence. The
boat is designed to carry a 3-pounder
or a 6-pounder gun forward, and aft it
is proposed ot mount a torpedo tube for
firing torpedoes of small size. The
employing of torpedoes on large motor
boats is prompted by the fact that
when the. periscope is showing, the
depth of the hull of the submarine can
be closely estimated and the. torpedo
set to run at that depth. A hit at short
range Is quite possible.
Eighteen boats of this type were built
for Russia and designed Tor use in the
Baltic and White Sea. A subsequent
order for a large number is under way
and we understand that. Great Britain
took some of those craft for her own
service. They are driven by throe on
glues at a speed of 28 miles. These
craft are about 60 feet in length and
one of them, the Chlngachgook. which
was taken over by tho United States
government, has made with two en
gines a speed of about 25 miles.
LIMIT ON SOCIETY AFFAIRS.
(From the Philadelphia North Ameri
can.)
Limit debutante parties and dances
to (lie hours between 9 and 1 o'clock
at night.
Encourage simplicity in drcBs and
in entertainment.
Serve simple refreshments and no
intoxicating liquors.
Abolish "breakfast" after the dance.
These are some 4 'of tho suggestions
of Mrs. Joseph M. Uazzuin, society
leader, made in "A Ihitriotic Flea for a
Sane Social Season" before a meeting
of tho Women's Christian Temperance
union.
"Such rules as these," said Mrs. Gaz
zurn, "If they are observed in society,
will conserve food, also the health of
the youth of our nation. Sobriety is
the first step in prejmredness.
"Wo mothers are willing to give our
sons for the protection of the coun
try, but we demand tn return that
the government, to protect our sonB,
shall give us nation-wide prohibition.
I have a boy In the Harvard regiment
and 1 feel strongly about this."
Other speakers indorsed Mrs. Gaz
zam's plea for national prohibition.
REVIVE FLAX CULTIVATION.
Cairo, Egypt.—Efforts are being made
in Egypt to revive the cultivation of
flax. The war has cut off the chief
supplies to Great Britain and France,
and at present prices, three are \pige
profits for Egyptian growers on an ex
tensive scale. The area In Egypt un
der flnx douhled last year,
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A Novel of the Oil Fields
by Mary Austin Just Issued
(Kansas City Star.)
Vivid descriptions of an oil town in
iis boom arc found in Mary Austin's
latest novel. "The Ford," published hy
the Houghton Mifflin company. This
was the scene:
"H came up from the pumps in
black, pasty gobs and stank. That was
Kenneth's first impression of the oil
fields the November evening that Pet
ers drove them down to Summerfiold
with their goods lumbering behind
them in Iho wool wagon. They lay,
the half hundred wells, in the hollow
of an old earthquake drop that took a
curving line about the town and left
it high on the uptilted side. In the
early dusk they made out the derricks,
each by his little, danger red eye, like
half-formed, prehistoric creatures feel
ing their way up from tho depths to
light. leaning altogether with the slight
undulations of Hie land, and seeming
to communicate in low, guttering bulbs
and endless ereakings, as though they
plotted to tear loose at any moment
and stamp out tho little hordes of men
who ran perpetually about, or col
lected in knots among ihe sheds with
their heads together.
"There were crowds of men. The
night the Brents had driven up, be
lated to the hotel, they saw them
standing wearcdly about tho bar like
storks, puffed with want of sleep, and
yet always with a tense, waiting air.
Rows of men slumped in chairs in the
dim lit halls, trying to sleep, and oul
side in the street men walked up and
down as though no such tiling as sleep
were thought of. Long after tiie
Burkes had taken them In, for beds
at the hotel were not to he had for any
money, Kenneth could hour, louder
than the wind on the Torr, the troubled
murmur of the town.
"It was not real trouble, he made
out in a day or two, but (lie milling
of men about the oil Interest, like Hie
mindless blether of the flock; it rose
at times to the note of happy excito
ment. Men clustered like bees about
the hives before the poatofflco and the
(bank; they collected In the streets and
were cast back and forth between the
trolley and the pavement hy the pnss
orby, without any cessation of their
absorbing talk.
"To the Brent children, threading
their way to school among them, there
was, in spile of (he widest individual
differences, a curious likeness about all
these gesticulating men; the likeness
of all the hounds In the pack, of what
ever breeds, at the parting of the
quarry. Wherever there was news of
a 'strike,' of a new company formed
or an old one extended, they leaped and
snatched at morsels of It. only to tear
away excitedly at the least report of
one in some other direction. They
slavered with the desire of stock, they
gave tongue at the mere hint of divi
dends. And over all, through the
streets. In the houses even, there was
the pervading, ucrid flavor of oil. It
came in at the church windows and
gave to the Sunday quietness the ef
fect of a lull in the market merely."
There was Addle Scudder. who was
certain that Providence must be going
to lead her father to a "strike" because
ho had laid such hard lurk nil his life.
Cause why?" she would demand.
"'Cause my poll's done used up all his
rights a-homesteadin' and a-timber
claimin' and n-pre-emptin.' He's
served his time at them things and
served it honest, and I reckon they's
a payday coinin' round, ain't they?''
she would demand irresistibly. '"Cause
it don't take more'n half an eye to
see that my pop ain't no ways fitted
for nothin' but them kind of things and
1 reckon Thom That's Above"—this
was as near as Addle permitted herself
the naming of any Powers—"they
wouldn't let a body servo his time at
what they'd made him for, without
they would tot It up for him ono of
those days," she would conclude with |
a triumphant logic. For it did not take
even tho half an eye which Addle al
lowed to it to see In Pop Scudder the
figure of tho Incurable, the tempera
menial pioneer; tho tall, stooping
frame sloped forward, not so much
with years as with following fast on
Hope, the huge, toil-hardened hands,
curling In his lap, like a child's, ns he
sat listening with a child's bright fix
ity to Addle's leaping confidences, the
pale, farseelng eyes looking out from
an expanse of whitened whisker, as
from the midst of Ids own dreams."
Mrs. Austin describes the striking of
a "gusher."
"It came upon them there between a
tremor and a sound a dull rushing,
which grew Into a steady roar as of
wind or water, or the bellowing of tho
plundered earth. Tiny couldn't make
It out—a sound so unrelated to the
day—hut they heard shouting at the
bridge, astounded, frightened. They
understood that. They leaped out from
I he willows across t Do bridge in time
to see three or four Idlers running out
of I lie roadhouse, and Hartley Daws,
listless, starting from the door of his
little officii like a cuckoo from his
•jock. All the lines of looking and
running converged at the Sink, where
now they saw arise the Mack vomit of
the earth in a luigi column t lui t broke
and rained backward on the green sod.
They saw the waggling, broken arm of
the derrick, whirled about like n twig
ill a freshet, and little drenched fig
ures running aimlessly. The hoys be
gan to run, too. It seemed to Kenneth
that he was running In a dream; his
legs moved, but he gol no farther for
• running up behind
ward.
Men c
and 1 assed I hem.
"Strike! Strike'" some one shouted.
'It's a gusher!" they heard Hartley
Daws calling over his shoulder. Tho
groeery wagon went by lit a gallop,
and Mr. Brent, standing In it, holding
onto the back of the seat.
"Tiie bo> H ehitelied al the tailboard,
fell it humping eruely at their chests
and then ricocheted, .'mil with a final
Jerking halt, into the ring of aston
ished gazers about the precincts of the
well. They stood off from the fine
spray of the gusher, the fall of which
veered a little, and finally descended
to the west into the hollow prepared
for it. Jim Hand capered About, drunk
with excitement. Me was drenched
with the sudden black rain and blood
ran down his face from a cut In his
forehead made by a falling liar of the
derrick, though he seemed not to notice
it. Prom time to time he would move
to put his hand to his hend as If In
pain, but forgot the gesture in repeti
tion of an obsessing phrase:
"'Thousand har'ls a day—thousand
bar'Is—.* Ho clipped his words like a
man far gone in drink. 'Just look at.
her—look at her" He caught sight of
! Brent and surged toward him. 'What
d'ye think of that, Brent? What d'ye
think of it? Has the Homestead com
pany got till or hasn't it? Betcha
there's a thousand bar'Is.' lfe waved
j his arms about ns challenging all com
ers with the statement,
j "Brent caught him by the shoulders
to force his attention.,
"'A thousand barrels going to waste
then, you bogbg,'
"Hand threw him off with a foolish
laugh.
(Continued on Page Two.)
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Prisoners, Ian Hay Says,
Think British Capital
Destroyed.
MANY LIES ARE TOLD
To Keep Up Country's Cour
age, Truth Is Skil
fully Obscured.
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When the mml-spattered German '.Tt
(lie trenches finds out that London has
not been reduced to a mass of ruins,
that submarine warfare has not been
the success claimed for it, that tho
German retirement ts not stratoftc, tho
kaiser will have more trouble on hand
than at any time since the war began,
according to Captain John Hay Beith
(lay Hay), in a recent interview.
Further, when Industrial trouble in
Germany reaches a degree of magni
tude, the Belgian and Polish Industrial
workers in Germany, working under
compulsion, of whom there are many
thousands, will not bo the last to join
forces with the revolutionists, he said.
Think London It Destroyed.
"One of the first questions asked
by German prisoners brought Into tho
allied lines is whether London is being
rebuilt," Captain Beith said. "German
soldiers and German people have been
told London lias been reduced to ruins
by Zeppelins. They are cited the Ger
man victories in the southeast. They
are told submarine warfare has Eng
land all but on her knees. Little won
der they have held failli that Germany
was bound to he victorious."
Referring to a question asked most
frequently, "How reliable are tiie news
dispatches the United States is receiv
ing from the war?" Captain Beith said
he was surprised with the accuracy of
the reports.
' The German reports are ridiculous,
however," Captain Beith said, "and [
will explain why. When nn attack is
made on a given point, of course It is
not confined to that point. It probably
will extend along a t0-mllo front, dur
ing which, however, emphasis will bo
at that point along tho lino which it la
desired to take.
"The German reports of such attacks
have been in this wise:
"'An enemy attack along a 10-mlle
front was repulsed except at one point.'
"That point, of course, was the ob
J"otlvo of the attack, but that is not
given In the German reports.
Americans do not appreciate tho
importance of the taking of Ylmy
Ridge by the Canadians. It was the
I'lvot of the German lines and their
effort to recover It Is with fury In
keeping with its importance to tho
German front.
"But one victory auch as the occupa
tion of Lille or a point of similar im
portance will let the light In and the
German fabric of misrepresentation
will be tom to bits."
Captain Beith urges tho sending to
France of an expeditionary force under
Colonel Roosevelt. Tho moral effect
both on the allied forces and on the
Germans will lie great, he says, when
they see tho Btara and Stripes on the
battle line.
BALFOUR TRIBUTE
In a tribute to Mr. Balfour, Rober
Donald, editor of the London Chrom
Iclo, says;
"Mr. Balfour has occupied the great
est positions in tho government o
Great Britain. There Is no office hi
bas held that he did not adorn. Al
ways, and In ull circumstances, he ii
a gentleman, with charming courtes;
to friend and foe. He has been aptl;
described as an exquisite flower o
aristocratic culture.
"By descent and by interest, ho tic
lungs lo the land owming classes, bu
his sympathies urc Intellectual, and h
would be more at home in the com
Pan y of philosophers than in an as
sembly of country squires. Elegant
fastidious and refined, his personalit:
exhales a fragrance that captivate
even his political opponents. His gra
clous manners have almost feminin
softness and grace. Beneath this pol
ished exterior and this flowing cour
tesy lie a will of Iron and a hlgl
proud spirit. He is an eloquent speak
cr, but lie has none of the arts of pop
ular nppeal and could not for the Ilf
of him practice the tricks of platfon
oratory. Ho has the melodious voie
of his race and is able to speak on th
spur of the moment on every conceiv
able topic, but he has a curious in
capacity to deal with figures an
stumbles over the simplest arithmetics
problems.
"At his best Mr. Balfour was one c
the greatest speakers in the house c
commons—nono so bold and skilful 1
attack, so dexterous in defense, s
suave in manner, and yet so piercln
or so udroit in retiring from an unten
able position in a cloud of wordi
Without distinction of party the hous
of commons is proud of Mr. Balfour.
One of the electric locomotives em
ployed on a western railroad recent 1
made an exceptional run of 339 mil«
without receiving any special at tenth)

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