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Shall We or Shall We Not Rename Streets'
satis ■■
Peep Into
Repetitions Galore Make
Life Burden—Many In
dian Titles May Be
Once upon a time there was a real
estate promoter who consulted a map
of the city before he named the streets
In his new addition.
* The name of this sensible promoter
has been lost, but you can find the
names of several thousand less con
siderate promoters and their sisters and
their cousins and their aunts by look
ing at a directory of Missoula's streets.
Those other promoters, without regard
for the original names of the streets
they extended, preserved their own and
their friends' names for posterity h\
using them on their plats.
Trees and Numbers.
When family names were exhausted
the clever promoters went to trees for
titles. When the limits of botanical
knowledge had been reached they be
gan to count.
The result is that there are more
Fifth streets in Missoula than direc
tions; more Harrisons than one can
walk to in a day; more hut what's the
use of reciting the list? Tire city di
rectory' shows 22 duplicated street
names in Missoula, several names used
more than twice, and any number of
stupid reiterations of meaningless
names. -
Look at the First Streets.
To begin at the beginning there is a
First street in the Original township,
known as "The island." Another First
street is on the east side. Another
called South and divided into east and
west par^ is on the south side. On
tlie north side is yet another.
There is a Montanj, street way out
on the south side. On the east side,
under Mount Juntho's flank, is another
Montana street. A Montana avenue
may be found on the north side.
And so it goes, ihrough a long list.
Taxicab drivers and delivery men may
well rejoice at the suggestion that Mis
soula's street he re-named.
A Stupid List of Names.
It might be hard to find another
city which lias inherited a collection
of street names as uninteresting ns
Missoula's. Though the Indians who
gave the city its wholly delightful name
are still common sights here, not a sin
gle Indian word can lie found in Mis
soula's director of streets. Though the
history of western Montana is filled
with names suggesting romantic and
stirring Incidents, not half a dozen real
pioneers have had theic names given
to streets In the city they helped to
build. Instead, Missoula people find
their dwellings by beginning- at First
and counting on to Twelfth street,'nr
by starting the arboreal catalogue with
Fine and rolling into lied at Cherry.
Missoula people, thanks to the original
ity of the men who named streets in
the various additions to the town, have
their mall sent to such streets as these;
1 T .
• John.
Could anything more dreary be im
agined? fine envies the inhabitants of
Farndise Alley for the unusual name of
their passageway.
Practical Reasons for Change.
There are people who do not mind
living on V street, of course. To these
the practical reasons suggested by the
confusions now existing should appeal.
Granting lhai it is not at ail necessary
that streets suggest anything more
than an open space extending between
rows of houses, as it not necessary that
each of ttiese spaces have a distinct
Consider the amount of labor which
must be wasted each year hv the fact
that 22 names are duplicated on the
city map. Think of delivery men gone
astray, of wandering niailcarriers. of
cursing cab drivers.
Twenty -Two Confusions.
The directory shows:
Two Arlington streets, two Arthurs,
two Beckwiths, two Cleveland», two
Kighths, three Fifths, three Firsts,
three Fourths, two Grands, two Grants,
two Harrisons, two Maples, three Mon
tanas, three Ninths, two Parks, two
Powells, two Railroads, two Rivers,
four Seconds, three Sevenths, four
Sixths, two Thirds, two Cniversitys.
A complete change in the city's street
names now—a change eliminating al
phabetical, geographical, botanical, nu
merical and gaatronnmical names—
rould not cause more confusion than
already exists. It could keep fresh in
the memories of Missoula people the
romantic beginnings of Montana and
] It
(Continued on Page Three.,»
War Brings Little
Worthwhile Poetry
Many Are Inspired by World's Conflict, but Few Can Por
tray Their Thoughts in Verse That Will Continue Lon«;
After the Restoration of Peace.
The war has been a ;rcmendous in
spiration to poets. Increments come
to the huge store o* war verse in every
newspaper nnd magazine. I low much
of it will survive the war. time alone
ifut tell, but it is true that great
poems are as scarce In the whole as
great novels are scarce in the libra
ries of writings which the war has
Perhaps the finest poetry of the
great war has not yet been written.
Perhaps it has escaped notice in the
flood ol verse. Several pieces of really
splendid verse, worthy ot the tre
mendous subject and certain to live
after the war, stand out. however,
above the general level.
Because the glamor of heroism clings
to Alan Seeger. the young American
poet who died in service overseas, "I
Have a Rendezvous With Death"
would not be forgotten, by this gen
eiution. at least, even if it were not
imbued with the line chivalry which
sent hundreds of Americans Into the
allied armies before the I'nited Slates
became a belligerent. Seegei's treat
poem is probably better known than
any other which the war inis produced,
and it is stirring enough to survive
the sentimental interest in the poet, it
I Have a Rendezvous With Death.
I have a rendezvous with I>eath
At some disputed barricade.
When Spring comes back with rustling
And apple-blossoms fill tile air—
1 have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings hack blue days
and fair.
It may be lie shall lake my hand
And lead ine into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my
It may lie I shall pass him, still
1 have ft rendezvous with Ik>ath
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down.
Where Ixive throbs out in blissful
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to
Where hushed awakenings are dear—
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town.
When Spring trips north again this
And 1 to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
Linked with Alan Heeger's name is
that of Rupert Brooke, a young Eng
lishman, who died on the tragically
mistaken enterprise of Great Britain
at the Dardanelles. Brooke's attitude,
not unlike Heeger's in its quality, is
best expressed in this poem:
The Soldier.
if I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign
That is forever England. There shall
In that rich earth a richer dust con
A dust whom England bore, shaped,
made aware.
Gave once her flowers to Jove, her
ways to roam.
A body of England's, breathing Eng
land»« air.
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns
of home.
And think this heart, all evil shed
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts
by England given;
Her sighs and sounds; dreams happy
us her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends, and
In hearts at peace, under an Eng
glish heaven
Brave, stalwart poems, these -the
outpourings of young hearts gone to
lialtic for ideals' sake. Hut finer than
either of them is a poem which im
mortalizes the spirit of the Beegor,
und Brookes of ilie war: Winifred M.
Letts' "The Spires of Oxford." If any
lines can be called the war's finest in
this poor perspective, these are the
The Spires of Oxford.
I saw the spires of Oxford
As I was passing by,
The gray spires of Oxford
Against the pearl-gray sky.
My heart was with the Oxford men
Who went abroad to die
The years go fast in Oxford.
The golden years and say.
The hoary Colleges look down
On careless boys at play.
Hut when the bugles sounded war
They put their games away.
They left the peaceful river.
The cricket-Held, the quad.
The shaven lawns of Oxford,
To seek a Woody sod—
They gave their merry youth away
For country and for God.
God rest you. happy gentlemen.
Who laid your good lives down.
Who took the khaki and the gun
Instead of cap and gewn.
God bring you to a fairer place
Than even Oxford town.
From the trenches comes the verse
that (ires the blond; from home comes
Hint which tears the heart as "The
Spiros of Oxford" does Robert Frost's
"Not to Keep" is another example. This
poem poignantly tells a story more bit
ter than Belgium's because ii is more
common and harder to hear:
Not to Keep.
to lier.
could lia vc him.
not hid
lit littn back
ter came
Saying . . . and she
And before
She could lie sure there
den ill
Fndcr the formal writing, he was
lier sight—
I-iving.- They have him back to 1
alive -r
llow else? They are not known
send the dead — '
And not disfigured visibly. Ills face'
Hi» hands? She had to look—to ask.
"What was it di i
given all
And still she bad
the lucky!
Wasn't she glad
seemed won,
And all the rest P
And she
ha A
ill they had they
ir tin m permlsslhh
She lia, I !„ ask, "What was it dear?"
Yet not enough, a bullet through und
High in the breast. Nothing bul what
good care
And medicine and rest and you n
Gan cure me of to go again." The I
same j
Grim giving to do over lor them both, j
She ilured no'more than ask him with ,
her eyes
How was il with him for a second trial. !
And with ids eyes he asked her not to j
They had given him back to tier, bul j
not to keep.
• All of Iho poems which have gone j
before are subject or limited to indl- |
vlduals and little groups. Where I
greater range has been sought, failure j
inis been common. To Belgium count
less bards have dedicated labored i
apostrophes, until von Kiuck seems I
less frightful than before. The world's ;
admiration for Belgium lias broken ]
down restraint; few of the numberless!
isles" bear rending. The best per- !
Imps is Edith Wharton s "Belgium,"
notable for its avoidance of the com-i
mon excesses. It Is:
(La. Belgique ne regretta rien.Ji
Not with lier ruined silver spires,
Not wilh her eitles ehatned and rent.
Perish the imperishable fires
That shape the homestead from the
Wherever men are staunch and free.
There shall she keep her fearless stale.
And homeless, to great nations he
The home of all that makes them
The Russian revolution has fared
better than Belgium- John Galsworthy
lias well sung "the wind In the world'
which Is the new Russia in his:
A wind in the world' The dark de
The chains now rust that crushed
men's flesh and bonea.
Feet tread no more the mildewed
prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts
A wind in the world! O company
Of darkened Russia, watching long
in vain.
Now shall you see the cloud of Rus
sia's pain
Go shrinking out across a summer
A wind in the world! Our God shall lu
lu all tlie future, no kingly doll
Decked out with dreadful sceptre,
steel and stole.
But walk the earth a man. In Charity.
* • • * •
A wind in tlie world' And doubts are
To ifhst along, and l he old stars
come fort in
stars of a ereed
ers' worth
A field of broken spears and flowers
I'ilgrim Fath- ;
i wind in the woihl! No truancy
From the true self is ended; to tier
Steadfast again she moves, and from
tier heart
i great America cries Death to Tyr
anny !
\ wind In the world! And we have come
Together, sea by sea; in all the lands
Vision doth move at last, and Free - i
dotn stands
With brightened wings, and smiles a ml !
beckons home. I
In ail this nothing of war's horrors. 1
The blasphemy of an undreamed-of t
destruction has found comparatively I
little attention among poets occupied
with the nobilities of the war. And
the horrible adventures of men in the
hell of war have been aung less often
(Continued on Çage Three.)
Anglo-Saxon Regards Woman With Respect;
German Attitude Toward Her Is Contempt
-»fit msprcvEP
6 KP tVApro
American Woman'* Place in
World Will Never Be Same
If Germany Wins War,
Sayn Miss B. Bennett Bur
"The prestige of the American worn
an depends on the defeat ol Germany
Her place in Hu- world will never In
the same again If Germany Is allowed
to win this war. The backbone of the
Anglo-Saxon peoples is respect for
women; tin- backbone of Hie Germans
Is contempt for women."
The speaker was Miss 11. Bennett
Burleigh, the first woman war corre
spondent to go to tlie front nnd the
only one I know, of either sex, who
ulmost at will has dodged in and mi!
of the German lines in the western
theater of war. Miss Burleigh's father,
the laie Bennett Burleigh, was on.- of
England's greatest war correspondents,
and his itianlle seems not to.be slip
ping off the shoulders of his duughtei
Incidentally, lie served Uiroughoiii tin
civil war
Now Miss
Burleigh is |
Aim r
Ica lier firs
visit, as a
.f fur
lough nflci
our years of
1 »tiring
that time sli
has crossed
iiiinm 1
told me smilingly. Then j
my questions sin- de- j
16 times, the lirst occasion being three
days after the declaration of war. 8h«'
has slipped Park and forth. In and out.
through the German forces in Bel
gium, going under fire times without
number and taking the most incredible
risks. Sin even carried a small cam
era with tier on most of her trips, and
has brought »rime remarkable slides to
show with her lectures in this coun
Describes Adventurss.
When I talked with her I found a
tall and decidedly pretty young girl,
with cheeks rosy above her fur collar, ,
black-lashed, blue ryes and plenty of
soft, dark hoir. "I am a Hcotswoman. {
not an Englishwoman -there is a dif- '
fcrence," si
in answer
scribed simply and with an almost boy
Ish zest some of her remarkable ad
I bad been working for the London
Telegraph," she said, 'and when Hu
war broke out I wanted them to send
me to Belgium. They wouldn't take
the responsibility. 'Very well.' | said.
I'll find some one who will send pie.'
I did. Three days after the w.n was
declared I was In Belgium our train
Stopped 20 or 30 miles outside of Brus
sels, so I walked Uie rest of tlie way.
Government's New Income
Tax Blank Like Flypaper
By Bug* Baer.
An income tax Is a compulsory vol
untary tax levied on individuals for the ;
supiKirt of a government. In ordinary
times, if you luui a doughnut, the gov
ernment would smear u tax on He !
' ,, ...
But In war times the government not !
only taxe» your doughnut, but It also !
planters a tax on the hole in the dough- |
i nu *- j
There is no way of dodging the In
! come tax. If you work and get an in -
I come, the government drags you away |
I from it. And if you don't work, you j
1 don't have any income. Tlie man who
t right loses and you're right. j
I Th, y *"* v,> n't quite arranged tips in- ;
come blank business correctly. If you
work six days a week that only leaves 1
one day in which to decipher the hidr- I
"glyphics on the Income questionnaire, j
And if you only labor one day a week
you bavi »ix days in which to unravel I
I* st.iyed Mure, seeing wlmt I rould of
1 *"' IF'erlllii righting, until wv all hail
lo *' "e. I departed ul iiiuliiight.
6 KP tVApro moe*
I £»Alt. BOAil - SM» LlAu
»»Mm iSoxt
Hi row ri
out loot
in tlie
*'* 1 ask'
riving m another Ihlghm < it y ,,i I In
Em morning. All the hoii is w.u full,
but I finally found slullir In a lillle
Then Miss Burleigh had i premoni
tion that tills town would in- shelled,
so she slipped out of It—and sure
enough, It was shelled an hour after
her departure. After obtaining many
Sim p's from refugees she went Imek I
to England, but returned almost at
once. JHer train was held up and
se-urrhrti by German officers, so she
"slid off." |o use her own expression,
and once more set mil lo enter Brus
sels on fool. She found herself In the
midst of soon Ml,Ola) German soldiers,
ly around the cltv.
world did you escape
"1 was ns Inconspicuous ns possible,"
she smiled. ' | wore sober clothing and
Just mixed myself up with the refu
K'<y When German officers stopp<y|
us I let other people do Hu- talking,
;>o l w lien I had a chance I Just rneped
off the edge of the, group. I made
detours to avoid sentries. Ah a child
I adored playing hlde-:md-«eek, and
this was the old game over again.
i heard later," she added with n
little shiver, "that the train immedi
ately following mine had been less
lucky, Tlie women on It, when searched,
were thrown on tables and «tripped by
the Germans. Thst made me dead sick
T wasn't ever afraid of being killed,"
Miss Burleigh summed up simply. I
was only afraid of what they might
do before they killed me. That's why
I carried a camera—because I knew
that would mean that i would lie shot I
almost at once If caught. Ton see, n ,y
father had died only a month before'"''*
.and— well, nothing seemed very much
worth while. The honest truth was that
I didn't care If I never got out. I sup
pose that's why nothing really bad hop.
pened to me."
Visit Mina Hospital.
Miss Burleigh managed to gel out of
Brussels, after getting Into it, and her
next exploit was to go to Mins, where
.Hu- s< rambled pot-pourri of interfogj
tionul confetti
; With the aid of an adding machine
land a net It Is possible to nubllxt. von.
mcome tax li^ w t ,!, , ,
! more lhan O n7«roui(,h/!™
"*"1;. K™** ot '*"' govern
mem s pet rules. The only kind or In
! come , tia t la not taxable is the kind'
! that you haven't got.
| And If you haven't any income, the
j government will lend you one Just for
ithe pleasure of taking It away from
| Everything is assessable under this
j season's rules, including elbows, tou
pees and cancelled postage stamps. Any
j ineligible luichelor who is clever enough
; p, make his boss think he is worth a
thousand dollars a year salary must
1 kick In with not leas than 2 per cent
I nor more than 100 per cent of that
j thousand. That leaves him enough left'
I (Continued on Page Three.)
»tie had heard the Gernmns were keep
ing smile Englishmen in a prison lum
phal. Through the kindness of a Bel
gian unman site obtained adiiilssiiiu In
• he hospital and found very bad condi
"They wouldn't even give wounded
Englishmen a glass of water," she told
me Indignantly. "They were kicked
and abused. |)o you know that I sow
a village which had lieen burned lo lie
ground why? Because some of the
Inhabitants hail ventured to offer water
i to badly wounded soldiers as they
passed through."
Certain Germans who also were
in lie hospital, "poached" on Miss
Burleigh, und she had to hurry away
•while the auHioiTlles were sending
oni men to eapimre her. Hhe doubled
and twisted Hnxiugh the country,
walking most of Hie lime, and ai
•he end of 20 hours sin- reached safety
In ti illy exactly one hour away by
Hhe helped to get the wounded and
the Red Cross workers tail of Blank
'■nberg, Juki outsldo of Bruges, before
occupation by tlie enemy.
"I myself escaped with some of the
nurses and one or two officers in a
Utile ten-foot saillMiat," she told me.
"Ah we went down the cousl inward
Dunkirk aeroplanes tried to drop
bombs on us, and soldiers on the
shore took potshots. For five days 1
hied nothing to eat."
Qarmans Are Beatti.
"And were you ever arrested?" I
''Once by my own people," she
laughed. "But all I tiad to do was
show my passport. 1 curried it sewed
under a little bow in my hat.
"I have visited Hie men in the
trenches In France »several times, in
I torvlewed them, fimÉng out what
!• hluk about the Germans, telling Hu m
What I think
"And what do jàtu think?" i asked.
"They are beasts., consistent beauts,"
she answered teiufely
"Do you know; that there in a hos
pital in France tt\ led with l.fiOO young
girl» between ifce ages of 14 and is,
who are going lo have babies witli Ger
man fathers? I myself found a little girl
of il'j years, driven absolutely insan
by the treatment Hhe had received. I
saw a wounded English soldier who
had been s«*i>ar*ii-d from his corn
puny and had heard screams. He
went to investigate, and through a
window saw a woman (dripped and
! hound with it; German officers stand
ing about her. There was no one whom
he could call, so tie simply emptied hit
gun through the window
"All that Sort of thing Is perfectly
deliberate and s;. .-dematic <>n thu part
of the Germans. They kilt the men.
prisoners and refugees, m> they can
o monf . r8 an0 re rugees », tney «
1 r " • 11)U 7 . n v ,
f* y< *\ hWtr ° f
batehof D. or 20 Belgian civilians be mg
„hot down, it is because their women
are wanted
I Blama Not All Kaiser'».
! ' 1 cannot stay In the room with n
German." MIsh Burleigh ended, with a
*' ,nK shudder. "I cannot stand hav
Ing one near me -It makes my flesh
crawl- I think some of you Americans
are mistaken In putting all the blame
" n **•* kaiser. He is the fit emperor
f such a people.
If left to themselves.
I be
will insist
rn ' n P»***» 1 compromise this war
llevft u *® ltw ' women who will
on «UhllbK till victory comes. The fu
,ure °* th * American woman depends
on German defeat and I have treraen
faith in the way she is going to
'back us up."
Finally Misplaced Victim tf
Hooverism Finds Just 4
Cause for Solace.
We didn't hear anything about con*
serval Ion till Herbert Hoover stepped
in range of Hie camera and hogged
tlie picture. Now we are the most
conserving peuple on the outside cruet
of the globe.
They have got us hog-tied and
shackled, and ilerhte is kneeling on
our throbbing chests, feeding us con
servation with a giant's soup ladle.
We can't holler because he never takte
the ladle out.
All very well. We are patriotic. Weill
gulp and swallow wilh nary a murmur.
And if he gives ua a breathing spell
we'll grin like cuff links and sn|r,
"Carry on, lloov, old man, you're doing
No. That Isn't the kick. Not by g
dura sight. Fur be it from us stay-gt
liomes to heave iron-filings into Uie
conservation differential. It's this. Thu
suppliers of our needs are dlggliur In
IH-Iilnd Herbie's frock coat-tails and
using him for a fence.
They're accumulating shekels to In
vest in Hudson fluporflxes and grabbing
the gate receipts Ihrough a hole cut in
a conservation sign. They've pryed tpe
"eat hearty" notlco off the wall and
written "pay more for lesa food" all
over tlie Joint.
That's their conception of ''lean."
The chopping house owner atarta the
week oft with howls of mulligan and
hush left-over from the Sunday meg)
-when tlie ante Is so high that *11 of
us poor duffers have lo pass our bets
und wait for the jack-pot—then tfeU
next day Is Tuesday. That's meatleM,
We order meat-pie. Wednesday i
as tho Waterbitry yells "Kuine
with both hands. That's wheaUsuu.
No bread. We nibble the oornera uH
black hand-grenades that some upart
•umofleur has dubbed "war bread,**,
- When come 84 hour» if
hock Uie family heirlooms
u butter-chip louded to
with plank-steak. That's
Monday. Well, yes; there Is another
-lay between Thursday and RaturdgK
but we can't blame Hoover. The pop*
ilways has claimed meat was the bunk
on Friday
Following suit In the big conserva*
Hon stall, the landlord muets us at tbs
door us we stagger home at tha end of
a meut less day and informs us—after
muling a conservation proclamation-—
that lie Ins added u few peeos to th#
rent hill. "War times," tie chuckles,
"Hail to do ll."
But w« wall to hear no more. Ws
cough up tlie eagles and enter an loo*
box tliut was once fairly warm. That
makes us peeved. We bellow, "Why
for?" and ask fur heat.
Friend landlord wraps himself In *
cliesl protector and skids across ths
threshold. He washes his hands with
out water and lays all the blaass on
Hoover ami Hie conservation plait.
Rescue* Hoovsr.
We object. We haven't Just croppod
off the ('liriBiinns tree and know mere
urc no heat less days not yet. And tho
old hoy shoots a "Jack Johnson" into
our lines and Hileiices our batteriM.
It's Thursday," lie Informs us. "and
Hoover must have overlooked It. Bo 1 * *
and in smites sweetly he don't know
how close to death he l»-- "I Just ftllod
it ii. fur him. I've made It a heatlSSO
day; thereby conserving enough fuel
to make it hot for the Germans."
Well, we go to bed and spend O
sleepless night on a blanketlesa bed
and awake in the morning to scowl
darkly Into the physog of a Hoovertssd
Then the latest great big blow BdlSi
A newspaper Taube drops a 72- point
bomb right on top of our pet Mighty,
Conservation of clothing makes Its
debut willi a two-column introduction.
oh. weeps Copious sighs. Tears
as tilg ns baseball*. Ghost of doubist
elad Falstaff.
They are going to take our nifty
belts »was They are going to rip tho
decorative pleats from our bucks and
cut Hie Haps from our ]>ockets. Ws
ir<- about to tie dolled up ip "national
We fall to Hu scat of a atrlaght*
hacked chair, ciuti Ii the horse hair up«
bolstering with both emaciated hoods
and groan loudly und lougly. No m s r s
distinctiveness. Our cherished Indl«
viduallty is about to Join the hoop«
skirt. The preacher, the burglar. , tho
banker, the bean - dispenser and vMf
candlestick-maker shall hop, skip
Jump along the conserved read of aonw*
ness for the rest of their Uvea.
Poor picked-on We shall be »nwf
them; Just an unnoticed chunk pf
yeast In the big ferment, wearing A
sign ou our coat lu pels saying, "T|Bb
is me."
Our clothes will look MLe they açg
paint'.-d on us. We'll look like a plso*
of one-night-stand scenery. Ws*U-—
Good-Bys, Blusa.
And then. Oh, what joy is ours. A
thought flashes through our brain- pa*
and we smile out loud. Way down id
the bottom of the second column, peat
to the Jim dash, is the cause of fff
No more box-back coata
Which all goes to show that
ever b)ack and terrifying tha
pillar may be there is a ! p a y s a
of sterling to be found If w* dip

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