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LUFBERY, THE EAGLE BRED TTSJ A SPARROW'S NEST
Heroic Flier, a Factory Worker in Wallingfork, Drab Little Connecticut Town, Where Family Still Lives By Unostentatious Toil?Inhabitants Strain Their Memories to Recall Him, By Carolin? Dawes Appleton WHEN Raoul Lufbery fell from I the cold heights he had at- j tained he flashed across the already lurid skies of war with meteoric brilliancy. The flames which | enwrapped him still burn, lingering to j cast ligh; upon tho darkness of his j lor.ely, roving boyhpod, the drab com- ; mor.places of his youth. For there were drab places in his kaleidoscopic career, and they lie like shadows across the vivid page which reads of romance ? and adventure, and the nomadic trail which wound from Cuba to Bombay, Cairo to Ceylon, Constantinople to Algiers, and ended in a streak of fire across the skies of France. While the world gasps at the exploits of the hero, the little town of Walling ford, in the Connecticut hills, where lies Lufbery's only personal link with his paternal country. America, grills its memory to recall significantly the si? lent, taciturn youth who lived and worked there some twelve years ago, nor showed any especial promise of forthcoming glory. Baoul Lufbery's childhood was spent in France; not in Bonrges, as has been supposed, but in Blois, near Tour. His father, Edward Lufbery, the son of American parents hailing from New Jersey, early evidenced the wandering ipirit which marked his son. He trav? eled far for many firms, and while in Prance married a French wife, who died in a few years, leaving behind her three small sons. Of these was Raoul. His father describes his childhood doubtfully, at a loss to reconcile his early traits with his present fame. He Was a Quiet Boy?Not Gay Raoul was heavy bodied and some? what feeble limbed in his babyhood and later an unenthusiastic, almost mo? rose, child, with but a grave interest in childish games. Neither was he a stu? dious lad, but an open and positive enemy to all forms of schooling. His games he .approached with profound analysis, dropping them abruptly upon exhausting their possibilities for amusement. So it was with Raoul in his pursuit of trades and crafts in later years. None could hold him when he had learned the workings of them. One would think, observes Lufbery pere, that Raoul had always been a hero of romance. But no?he was a quiet boy, not gay, not gay at all! Afte? his mother's death he was sent to the hill country in France, Cevennes and boarded there with a peasant fam? ily for a year or two. The coarse black bread, sour wine, savory ragouts anc the freedom of the open, sunlit? country strengthened the slim, coltlike limbs and made muscular the heavy body Somewhere in the hills the wanderinj spirit was breathed into the grave young soul of Raoul, and when he re turned to Blois it was not to remain. The black apron, cropped head an? dog-eared books of the ?cole civile a Blois appealed to him not (pt all. Hi Bet out upon the smooth, white poplar sjfirted roads of France a sturdy, self sufficient child. He slept in fields an? beneath trees when he was tired worked for food when he was hungry? the trail of the petits Savoyards o rhyme and story, those ageless littl gamins whose wanderings have mad France pictrureful since the Middl? Ages. So he roamed, always dutifully i touch with his home and father a Blois, always within the boundarie of France. There are vineyards, for ests, fields and mountains in the Mid which could claim that with them Raou dwelt awhile, paBsed on, returned an passed again, leaving likeable but quit unsensational impressions behind hin He was a steady boy, they could saj but not gay?not gay at all. In these years his father marrie ?gain, also a Frenchwoman, who die eventually, leaving him with five moi little ones, the youngest but a yet old. This latter age was a difficu one, Lufbery vere admits, and too e: acting even for his paternal resourc fulnesss. From the other end ? France he summoned the ambulatoi Raoul, then fifteen, and requested h assistance in caring for his comp! cated household. This responsibili young Raoul assumed casually ai played nursemaid effectually for tv or three years. Then the year-o difficulty in the form of his youi half-sister, Berthe, became less dif cult; his older sisters, Yvonne, Mai Louise and Germaine, were growing o enough to fill this sphere of his u? fulnesss. So he moved on, leaving tl particular drab spot in his career, p< ceiving hia duty to have been w done. From this time on Raoul scoured t ?even seas. Many anecdotes are t< of hia adventures and many tales ha come to light with hia fame. I father lays especial stress upon I ?on'a sojourn in Egypt. There found the East which ordinary tri ellera fall to find and he learned love the freedom of burning sands, 1 golden glory of the skies by day, i purple hase which shrouded the t cient ruin? by night, the odd compi iohshlp of desert roving bands Araba and their swift wild steeds. Egypt, he wrote home, he could w to live always?could he wish to 1 "always" anywhere. But he could : pause for long. In Algiers he fot *n Eastern France and stayed ? wh He worked at odd jobs and finally ?hiploading among the rioting carg of the Orient, the heavy acent of spic the glare of cloudless suns and to dull chant of tireless native labor. With this latter Raoul's Western phy? sique could not compete. Seriously hurt by the strain of cargo shifting, he was carried to the hospital at Algier^ where he recuperated slowly and, half in payment for the kindnesses of new friends and half for sheer inability to be entirely idle, he worked as hospital orderly while he regained his strength. From Algiers * To Wallingford Meanwhile his father, for some rea? son known only to himself, gathered up his growing family and conducted them overseas to the little town of Wallingford, 'Conn. Here they lived in simple poverty. Himself a man of many trades, Edward Lufbery estab? lished a bakery at Wallingford, in which his two sons, Charles and Rene, worked with him off and on. The bak? ery thrived a while and then he gave it up. Three of his daughters became trained nurses. The fourth, Berthe who presented such difficulties in th< first years of her life, has grown tc great beauty and is married now ir Wallingford, at seventeen, and witl her and her young husband Lufberj pere lives in meagre simplicity. From Algiers, twelve years ago, thi wandering Raoul descended upon Wal lingford unannounced. His father ha< just sailed for Antwerp. Thus the; missed each other and never met again Here Wallingford's memories begir Here began perhaps the drabest perio of the colorful life wl#ch the worl associates with the career of Lufberj No one understands, neither Walling ford nor his family, why Raoul settle down to factory work for nearly thre dull years. He made casket fitting! silver casket fittings. His father shakes his head. "Casket fittings," he observes, ur comprehendingly. "Raoul was a str?ng boy. Often in the last few days have said that no one knew him, eve until now. He hated shop work. K hated towns and cities and reguli hours and smoke and all that. We?v never understood him at all, I thin until, perhaps, now." His father lool away over the warm green hills, and : his lined old face Is the reflection his boy's glory, the gleam of a ne understanding of that strange spii whose swift, sudden success his o*v youth micht have known. It Was to the Sky He Belonged "He was a strange boy," he resum abruptly. "It is the war! It was t war that he waited for, that he we dered all over the earth to find! walked on the ground and lived a worked on the ground, and all the ti; it was in the sky that he belong? The war has been mother, s wee the: and wife to him"- Lufbery pi pauses here. He darts a slightly s picious glance from side to side though he had been surprised into great confidences. Sweetheart or wife? Lufbery's ft ily have nothing to say except t they have never heard of a worn When the news of his death reac! his father it. was through a press < patch, and while he waited for the ficial notification which has not ct he became nearly certain that th must be a wife in France of wr Raoul never wrote and that it was who was notified as "next of kin." 1 is possible, but improbable, since Mi Lufbery joined the service of United States but recently, and the tails of hjs official record are doi less still in France and not on the : of the War Department in Wash ton. Yet there may be a wife. would almost soem that such a ron tic possibility appeals to Lufbery p As he says, Raoul had known and 1 known by many great people since well won fame?and he might ! married any one, any onel And as edly he would not have written h about it if he had, for he never w of anything that concerned him per? sonally If It could be avoided. So much then, for a wife. As to sweet? hearts of his youth, Wallingford scratches an ear and tries to remem? ber. Truly Wallingford remembers very little of Lufbery. That he worked at Simpson's, yes, but there were many boys in the "works," and it cannot be remembered that young Lufbery was at all exceptional or distinctive. Cer? tainly he was not distinctive to such a degree as to warrant the feeling which they now entertain, the somewhat guilty consciousness of having over? looked the youth of greatness and not foreseen its glory. But he was a steady boy, that is certain. And gay? No, not at all gay. If there was a girl, she has not come forward to claim his memory. But it was twelve years ago that he was there. If a girl existed Wallingford cannot produce her. The Old Men Strain Their Memories The old men remember him as among the boys at Simpson's, but they are a little too old to halt their minds at a decade. Like overzealous fishermen, they cast too far and the bait 1b swal? lowed in fruitless anecdotes of their own gallant youth. -, The younger men are dazzled by the new and radiant vision of Major Luf? bery strung with medals. There is the Legion of Honor, the Medaille Mili? taire, the Croix de Guerre and the British Military Cross. Also a Monte? negrin order which, Raoul wrote, was not so hard won as the others, but oi which he was verp proud. Wallingford has thrilled daily at his exploits and counted breathlessly the enemy planes that fell beneath his skilled onslaught. It is not surpris? ing therefore that the past should b? dimmed by the present and that ii should be difficult to recall the quiet morose lad who worked upon th? lugubrious bright work of casket fit tings and then vanished from view tt reappear in the guise of America'! greatest "ace." But Wallingford is de termined to erect a monument to him ?_- ? i?_^^?W_WW_BM_WW_^nM__BW_WWWW*l I^goui Gervais L>izf:Jbe?Z>r to commemorate those three Incon? gruous years which compose his total sojourn in the land of his citizenship. There is a woman in Wallingford who remembers him very well. She is the wife of his brother Charles, who served fifteen months in the French army before he was wounded and re? turned to this country. With them Raoul lived during his sojourn in Wal? lingford, in a little house vine-covered, poor and excessively neat, under the shadow of a factory wall behind which Charles now works. The air is heavy and sweet with the scent of warm earth and growing things, and Mme. Lufbery sits in her tiny kitchen, her foot on a cradle rocker, keeping a wary eye upon the motionless and mysterious little bundle among the pillows. The day is warm, but there is a faint blaze in the stove near which the cradle stands, Through France, Cuba, Egypt and Algiers Also This Youth Passed Unheralded Until He Found Fame in The Warfare of the Skies?Father Marvels at His World Known Achievements. for there are still treacherous May breezes which have S way of penetrat? ing the most careful wrappings. What the Brother's Wife Recalls What manner of lad was Raoul in those two years of casket fittings? No young friends? No church soci-? ables and strawberry festivals, no girls? Mme. Lufbery laughs softly at the thought of Raoul and love, and shrugs expressively. "'E'ad no time for love!" she pro? tests. She Is very French and her ac? cent is the soft, liquid b-r-r-r of the Midi. "Always 'e came 'ome, tran? quil?quiet?dull like 'e was tired. Af taire diner 'e went to bed like an old man, or a very leetle boy and at break? fast it was the same. Not gay! No, no, not gay at all! I used to look at him and say to Charles: 'Mon Dieu, is zat boy some one who 'as kill tipers in Afrique; who 'as see the world from Calcutta a Paris?no, no, I cannot be? lieve!' And always Charles would shake 'is head at me and say: 'Zut! Laurence, 'e is 'ere only for a leetle time. *_ will go on?'e cannot stay? in 'im is somsing not to rest. 'E 'as not found 'is m?tier!'* Mme. Lufbery is interrupted. There is a faint plaintive wail from the cradled bundle beside her. She bends over it swiftly, murmuring, and when she raises her head her eyes are wet and ? trifle red. "My baby," she says, simply. "It is eight weeks old. I write to Raoul when it 'as just one day of life, and I ask 'im, can you not come 'ome to be 'is godfaser? For eight weeks we 'ave wait for its christening. Just now, when could I hear from Raoul that 'e would come and give to it 'is great name?'e is gone! Ah!" With clenched hands she gazes heavenward. "We would not all feel so bad if they? THEY could not say they 'ad kill 'im! If only they could not say they 'ad make 'im fall." Young Raoul struggles and reveals himself to be misroscopic and some? what red, and weens dolorously, ref ur ing to be consoled. Mme. Lulbery rocks the cradle violently and rummages in a cardboard box for the, at present, more distinguished Raoul's, last letter. It is in French, and she reads it aloud with that deep thrill in her voice which speaks of reverent patriotism. The vibrant quality appears to fascinate the young Raoul whose wail ends in a contented gurgle. He Preferred to Live in the Clouds ."I could wish to see Wallingford again"-this Major Lufbery wrote before, and not in answer to, the let? ter concerning his newly arrived name? sake. "But it is not for me now. I like the game here, thank you?I pre? fer to perch among my clouds and shoot at Boches even to passing a pleasant hour with you all. I cannot come now. After the war we shall see?but I shall not, I think, live so long." In spito of this, his sister-in-law had written, believing that he must consider the importance of the occa? sion. Unfortunately, she cannot know what he intended. She wipes her eyes now with the characteristic poise which women of her race can assume with such startling suddenness. "Vous voyez," she says. "We did not expect 'e would live. How could get for every Boche gun? No, we were not surprised?but?of course?" her eyes again fall upon her child, crowing and sucking upon an incred? ibly large corner of his pillow. "Ne vaire mind, mon petit! When thou art grown there will be bigger aero plans and periaps even bigger deeds for thee to do!?L?! 'E will be a great aviateur, celui-ci!" observes Mme. Luf? bery with conviction and that far away maternal gleam in her eye by which one reads that she already traces her young son's flights into the heavens and their attendant fame. "Excuse-" she begs, "I go to put 'im in the gar? den?to look at the sky!" She pro? duces a blanket mysteriously and swathing the infant Raoul gathers him up, cradle and all, and disappears into the. garden. And swiftly the empty silence of the little kitchen conjures up a picture of the other, great Raoul, a stocky lad of twenty, hands stained with the metal of his casket fittings, his eyes sullen and tired with the grind of his day's labor; bending low, peasant wise, over a dish of steaming ragout upon the little table. His shoulders are bent beneath a flannel shirt, open at the throat, and he eats slowly with a large but indifferent appetite. Through the open door comes the May fragrance of the Connecticut hills. His eye wan? ders, as he eats, about the dim room. There is a coffee can on a shelf be? hind the stove and propped behind it two vivid postcards?upon one the blue harbor of Algiers, rimmed with white terraced buildings gleaming in a tropic sun?upon the other a lonely palm tree waving over the cool shadowy ruins of Karnak. He cannot discern the details from his table, but across the blue skies of each is scrawled his name, "R. Lufbery." He would have seen no symbolism in this now, in any case. With fluent apologies Mme. Lufbery returns, having installed her offspring to gaze unhindered upon and take coun? sel with the heavens. Perhaps, she thinks, it will do good to have him look at the sky. . . . She Brings Out His Picture Upon sudden thought she resurrects a snapshot of the great Raoul, en avia ! teur, beside his machine. Across the | sky of this, also, is inscribed his name. ! Mme. Lufbery can with difficulty be persuaded to part with it. They are all very proud of him. The family, his father, Wallingford?old and young?and in their pride they aro * all trying to remember more about him. Lufbery, half American, half French?with the balance swaying to? wards his Americanism because of his citizenship and the strong Yankee strain in him that balanced the vivid Gaelic There are many anecdot<**s which have come to light with his fame, which came to light, indeed, with each new triumph and decoration. He lived the latter years among gre3t men and great deeds and himself stood apart and greater. There, were many boys in the Wallingford "works" and he is re? membered there by this same aloofness ?then an unboyish tendency to ?void the intimacies of small town life. When Lufbery was borne awaj' from the field of wild flowers where he and his broken winged plane had fallen, his loss pierced the far corners of the earth and the flame of his fall wrote his name across the firmament as he scrawled it upon the pictured blue of Algiers and Karnak years ago. An American, his only link with Amerjca lay in those three short, dull years at the craftsman's bench. To-day, outside Simpson's where he worked, is a group of boys sitting on a fence in the sun, waiting for the one o'clock whistle to blow. With them once sat the gloomy, silent lad that was Lufbery, chafing beneath the re? straint of work shop and foremen, only passively interested in this new trade which he learned easily and well, and whose limited possibilities his imagina? tion quickly grasped and rejected. He waited sullenly for the bell stroke in his own consciousness which should tell him the time had come for him to move on. When the factory whistle shrieked and he joined the jostling throng at the door, casting a last glance at the cloud-flecked sky, he eouli scarcely have known that his destiny lay so high and so much akin to tho wheeling birds above him. When the bell within him sounded he moved on, disappearing as suddenly as he had come. He moved steadily on between the narrow hedges of his life's maze, seeking the opening and the end of the path. And all the while the sky i was clear above him and was his own. The fair blue skies of France, the torrid inverted brazen bowl of the tropics, the chasing leaden clouds over many seas, the smoky arch above tho cities he hated, and once again the sweet French blue, now stained, shat? tered, pierced by a thousand sheila, flaming with his name. [ "Raoul was a strange boy-" says his father. "And gay? No, no; not gay at all!" The Lexicon of the I. W. W. In Chicago 113 members of ?the In? dustrial Workers of the World, headed by "Big Bill" Haywood, are on trial, charged with sedition and conspiracy ? to obstruct the progress of the war. And the prosecution of the I. W. W. j has brought to light the queer jargon ! that has been invented and is now used | by the "wobblies," as the members of I the organization are called. Some of the slang phrases which have figured in the trial, and which | have been explained to the juror? in j Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis' court i include the following: The American Federation is known as the "A. F. of Hell." "Battleship" means a disturbance in a jail. "Blanket stiff" is a worker who ear i ries bedding with him. "Black cat" and "wooden shoe" are : symbols of sabotage. Discontented workers are called | "class conscious soldiers and rebels." The "wobbly" word for jail is "can.** A "sab cat" is a saboteur, an expert | in the application of sabotage. A small businesa man is typified as ? I "cockroach." "Cossack," to thoae acquainted with ' the vernacular, mean* a mounted po? liceman. "Hay stake" means the money accn j mulated during the harvest season. "High life" is the term applied to j lye or corrosive sublimate, intended to ? be placed in a 'scab's" shoes. Any one whose mode of living agrees j with the "principles of the I. W. W. is said to be a 'Jake' "; if a woman she is ! a "Jill." j A "scis8orbill" is a workman con | tented with the present social system. Officials of the American Federation | and of other craft unions are called ? "labor fakers." "Spittoon philoaophex" is the term ! applied to inactive members of the or j ganization, who simply discuss eon j dirions in saloons and meeting halls. ! Bolivia Welcomes Japanese ! Envoy Arranging for Emigra? tion of 10,000 Farmers LONDON, May 26.?A Bolivian plenl potentiary, Munoz Reyes, has arrived in Tokio to arrange for Japanese emi? gration on a large scale to Bolivia, says a dispatch from Tokio to *Th? j Daily Mail." The dispatch, which is dated May 18, says that the mission of the Bolivian emissary is to arrange for the sntle ; ment, as a first atep. of 10,000 Jap? anese farmers in Bolivia to work v?at tracts of uncultivated land. "Ta* Mail's" correspondent adds that an im? portant development in Japanese emi? gration to South America is fore? shadowed. LUFBERY AND HIS FAVORITE NIEUPORT This picture of the famous Ace, his mascot, and his fighting aeropl ane is the last sent by him to his family, though it was taken before he I entered the American service. His signature appears at the top. How Memorial Day Was Started Fifty Years Ago THE fiftieth anniversary of Me? morial Day will be celebrated next Thursday by those cere? monies that have been customary ever since Major General John A. Logan I issued his famous order in May, 1868. Despite the importance of the pres i cnt occasion no new feature has been j planned to mark the day. There will be ! the usual parade, which will be re ?viewed by Mayor Hylan, and in the 1 evening exercises and music at Car negie Hall. Governor Whitman is ex? pected to deliver an oration and De? partment Commander William F. Kirschnei- will speak for the veterans. From time to time the honor of hav? ing originated Memorial Day is claimed by some bold spirit who refuses to re? main any longer in historical oblivion. But the veterans themselves rise up in indignation when any such idea is put forward. "Don't take any credit away from General Logan," said one grizzled war? rior the other day. "He alone created Memorical Day, and nothing is too good to say about him." "Black Jack" was a fascinating and picturesque figure, idolized by his sol? diers. He was not merely a skilled fighter, but a brilliant public speaker, whose eloquence and dramatic powei were well attested. His wife, a clever and accomplished woman, was of in? valuable assistance to him throughout his career. She has told the story of her husband's life and work in a most delightful volume of biography. In January, 1868, General Logan's comrades of the Grand Array of the Republic elected him commander in I chief. He was twice re?lected. It was ?during his first incumbency that he issued the order which he often re? ferred to afterward as "the proudest act of my life" setting apart the 30th of May ns a day in memory of the dead soldiers, who lost their lives to perpetuate the Union?a day on which to decorate' their graves and keep in mind their glorious deeds. Logan's Order For Memorial Day The order was issued to all the posts of the G. A. R. throughout the coun? try in these words: Headquarters Grand Army of the Republic, Adjutant General's Office i 446 14th Street, Washington, D. C, May 5, 1868. General Orders No. 11. "The 80th day of May, 1868, is des? ignated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defence of their country during the late Rebellion and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, hamlet and churchyard in the land. In this observance no form of cere? mony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way ar? range such fitting services and testi? monials of respect as circumstances may permit. "We are organized, comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the pur? pose, among other things, 'of pre? serving and strengthening those ? kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors and marines who united to? gether to suppress rebellion.' What can aid more to assure this result than by cherishing tenderly the mem? ory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foe. Their sol? dier lives Were the reveille of free? dom to a race in chains and their deaths the tattoo of rebellious ..tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fit? ting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed ground- Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no vandalism or avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the pres? ent or to the coming generations that we have forgotten a3 a people the cost of a free and undivided re? public. "If other eyes grow dull and other hands slack, and other hearts grow cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well, as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us. "Let us, then, at the time ap? pointed, gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us. in this solemn presence, renew our pledges to aid and -assist those whom they have left among us, a sacred charge upon a nation's gratitude?the sol? dier's and sailor's widow and orphan. "It is the purpose of the com? mander in chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope that it will be kept up from year to year while a survivor of the war remain? to honor the memory of his departed comrade?. He earnestly desires the public pretss to call attention to thia order and lend its friendly aid in bringing it to the notice of com? rades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith. "Department commanders will use every effort to make this order ef? fective. By order of "JOHN A LOGAN, "Commander in Chief. "Official: N. P. CHIPMAN, "Adjutant General."