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VOL.XXXVII.NO. 221.
A NK'.VSIWI'KIl KOK TIIH HOME
WITH ALL 1IIK LOCAL NEWS
SOUTH BEND, INDIANA, SUNDAY, AUGUST 8, 1920.
DAY AND NI0II7 TI LL LEASED
WIKE TELLOUAriHC SEKVICE
PRICE 1 0 CENTS
M ish a wa iika Ta le
One of Romance
by i:i,is.ui:tii steitt.i:.
Living In a valley teeming with legend and Indian
lore the people of St. Joseph valley am. mgllK'-ntly Ig
norant of tho romantic Interest it holds. Countless
bands of Blarkfcet, Miamias, Huron.", Shawn""s and
Ottawas have traveled for centuries following the old
Vistula trail along the river, before the advent of the
v.hito man to the hunting grounds and later to tho
trading posts in Ohio.
In our Indiana forests medicine men have fasted and
built their looses, warriors have counted roup, and tho
ffjuaws have constructed Innumerable piskun and'
cooked pis-tis-ko'-an from the highest point at tho
f haln-o'-Lakes signal fires have burned.
Tin: new INDIAN.
The Indian today is far removed from his primitive
an- stor who had a superstitious terror of the unknown
a rul unquestioning faith In the sun; who was loyal to
the point of sacrificing his life for a friend but cruel
with the vindictive cruelty of a child to his enemy.
Many aro the legends which originated in our valley
and one of tho most Interesting is that of Mishawauka.
daughter of the Shawnee chief, Elkhart. There are
many versions of the tale but the following teems to
have the most authenticity.
The name ".Mlfhawauka," or "Mlshawauhaha," as
it v-i3 originally In tho Shawnee, moans "rapid water."
or '"thick woods rapids." and because of the approprl-at'-n
m of tho namo and the association it hold tho
Shawnee village on the St. Joe later adopted the name.
K.conls F.how that a white man named "Dead Shot"
by tho Indian, lived with the trlbo. for 10 years and
liter married Blkhart's daughter Mishawauk;u
Tin: legend.
In the spring of the year 1S01. when the first willows
along the St. Joseph river were turning gieen. a scout
from tho Pottawatomie chief, Pokagon, stood on a rise
of ground overlooking the Shawnee village. Kvery
thinr; was In confusion, lodges were being taken down
and provisions loaded into tho war canoes.
By nightfall tho entire camp had moved four mllfs
down to tho southern Lend in the river. At the scout's
report signal lirea burned in the ,unawau.a ii.o.- .... 4
at dawn the Pottawatomies swarmed upon the encamp
ment bringing havoc with them. The women and chil
dren fled to safety In the hills except the chief's daugh
ter, Mishawauka, who concealed herself in a hollow
treo to watch the battle.
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The Shawnee Uno receded until Mishawauka was left
alone behind the Pottawatomie advance. The Shawnees
regained their position In a few hours, driving the Pot
tawatomies back to their camp. In the retreat Mish
awauka was discovered by Gray Wolf, a Pottawatomie
chief, who stabbed her and left her for dead on the
trail. When tho absence of Mishawauka was discov
ered Dead Shot cried, "O-wah-heh." Flipped the toma
hawk in his belt and began a search for her. The
prlncet3 was found and taken back to camp in Dead
Shot's canoe.
After her recovery they ,were married with great
ceremony and splendor. According to her rank Mish
awauka's dress was made of pure whit antelope skin
ornamented with two or three hundred elk tushes and
her leggings wcro of deer skin, heavily beaded ami
fringed. A great feast was prepared of meats, erer.
pemmlcan, sarvis berries and camas bulbs.
As tho story goes the white man remained true to
his dusky bride and continued living with Elkhart's
tribe until the death of Mishawauka in 1814.
Bein Engaged is
Thrille' For Her
BY A. RING Kit.
"Isn't It thrilling to bo engaged?" "Oh goodness, just
how does it feel to be engaged?" and so on ad infinitum
are the questions fired point blank at the lucky girl
who bprings an engagement ring on her envious com
panions of tho same sex. Those of the sterner species
most always greet such an announcement in a some
what different manner.
If they are "has beer.s" they grasp her hand heartily,
wish her all tho happiness In the world and declare
the donor of her ring "a lucky devil." Some are sin
cere, doubtless, others are privately branding them
selves as "lucky fellows" in a great many maybe most
of the cases the green-eyed monster Is present to a
certain degree. So I am told. I am no analyzer of
tho emotions of men.
STINGY GEYS.
There are tho fellows, too. who though they havo
never invited you to dine or taken you to the theattror
even bought you a "coke" at the corner drug store,
will declare themselves heartbroken and doomed to
eternal Lachelordom. All of which has nothing to do
with the question. "How does it feel to be engaged?"
for the fceling3 of her would-be or has-been admirers
have r.o effert at all on the prospective bride, unlets it
be to please h?r vanity a little.
Til KILLING? GEE, YES!
Thrilling? "Well of courre It is thrilling. But tho
term thrilling has lot its etllcacy these days when
everything from a love a flair down to a casual wink is
branded as thrilling by the effervescent shop and school
girl, why wouldn't it be thrilling to have Impressed
one man with the desirability of your company, tho
congeniality of your spirit and the sweetness of your
disposition to such an extent that he selects you as the
one girl in the world whom he would trust to ruin
his digestion effectively?
MY OWN DADDY!
Then, too, there 1.- the feeling of possession which
adds a thrill to the engagement period. "My man" is
a combination of words, which when spoken by her
own lips, is as music to the ears of anv woman, be she
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eld or young. This feeling of proprietorship is tempered
somewhat by the ling of dependency which goes with
it. No matter how firmly she stood on her two feet
before "he" s'.ipp d the rnclc rinc; on her finger fho
feels the need of his strength and protection afterward.
She likes to lean cn his arm. to ask his advice, and
to havo him feel concerned about her comfort and
safety at all times. She likes and demands a devoted
fiance even more than she delighted in a similar suitor.
It is thrilling, yes. and it seems to te thrills that aro
most sought after thes- days, but to the girl who has
made tho most momentous decision of her life thrills
are relegated to the background and replaced by a
feeling of happy content. It is contentment which one
reads in the eyes cf a happy married woman and it
Is contentment coupled with excitement and a little of
the t-pirit of adventure which brings the sparkle to the
vyta of an engaged girl.
A CAPITAL SAILOlt.
A sailor has r.o KZ time when on the DP sails, it's
HI) finds aloft to elimb cxpost d to IC gales. And
then in KC makes a s'if. or if n u'mv.s.'a tumbl
from the lofty ship is the last NI) knows.
And overboard fi.r AD crier, with NRG nnd 'im.
a-.d though of little FC trus a vn!n SA to swim. Rut
hen no I.P finds is near, nor N'T. en- t - .-.iv . h.
then in n NS cf tears must CK watuy grat. Th
"Tiwieaa Legion Weekly.
Little Bobby Will Walk Again
and Sylvia Becomes a Heroine
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IJY STl'AItT H. CAltHObb.
Twenty years from now he will be a man and the
little "Dobby" that folks now call him will have
changed into a more dignified Robert. Many things
shall have happened between the days of August 1 f 20
and August 13 40 but when he looks back across the
years that lie between one picture will greet him and
he will say tenderly and wistfully, "Sylvia the. dear
little girl."
i;osi:l.nd ciuldrkn.
For this Is the story of Bobby and Sylvia Steiner, two
little children of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Steiner, who llvo
out at Host land. It is a story that flashes out from
the routine of daily happenings in this city and brings
to thousands of hearts a simple, gripping message
that of sacrifice. And though the dainty, dark-haired
little beauty who lies on a bed at Epworth hospital
today may not realize the bigness of her sacrifice, there
are many who will read The Sunday News-Times and
lay it aside with the thought it is the Sylvias oil and
young who give to the world new life and strength
and sweetness who inspire right thinking men and
women to battle on though tired and wary of tho
sordid things in life.
A I1ROK1-X MT..
Two years ago Bobby Steiner had ust reached his
second anniversary and one day while playing In the
yard he stumbled and fell to the ground. When they
picked him up it was discovered that his legr was
broken half way between the knee and ankle.
A doctor was called and set the broken member but
the bone did not knit properly and Bobby wore a
plasterd cast for many weary weeks. Another doctor
was called, the bone set again but still it would not
knit.
O FILIATIONS FAIL AGAIN.
Then Mr. and Mrs. Steiner took their little boy to
the greatest surgeons they could find. Again Bobby
was placed on the operating table and the two rag
ged edges of the bones set in place. But the tissue
remained soft and the ends would not weld together.
Bobby suffered but did not complain though he was
only three years old. With his leg in a cast he hob
bled about his homo playing with the other children
of the neighborhood.
But his real playmate was his sister. Sylvia, she is
now seven years of age, a little blue-eyed miss with
dark bobbed hair and features of marked beauty, she
and Bobby were pals all through his suffering and it
seemed only natural that when a sacrifice was to bo
made the brave little girl should make it.
CALL DU. STAN Li: Y CLAKK.
Not long ago Dr. Stanley Clark of this city was
called by the Steiners to see if some way could not be
found to save the lad from being a cripple always.
After an examination Dr. Clark stated that the only
way would be to transplant a piece of bone from an
other leg to Bobby's injured one.
The parents of the bov and the other three children,
nil ftrown, gladly offered themselves but Dr. Clark de
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To a Golden Legionaire
I met you first where snnds were hot for feet then new to hiking;
When- sunshine on the Alamo had found no friendly shade;
The sergeant's voice was hard and hoar-se as any olden iking
Who I'd a squad of plunderers upon a midnight raid.
Apnln wo were tonothor where the transports waited for us.
Their lines of battle-gray seemed dim with miles of sea beyond;
We heard the Lieut, sing out again the old familiar chorus:
"Fall In! Bight Dress! Count Off!" Then, "Boys, we're off across the pond
France! And dreams that we had dreamed when summer stars were falling
Came flashing back to be compared with scenes that lay ahead;
France! Whose gleaming sword hung high a strident message calling
To every man who loved her flag whose heart was not yet dead.
Days passed: we met at Namelessvllle. and heard the cannon booming
A frightened flock of clucking geese had scattered down the way;
A ruined roofless peasant's home still showed one flower blooming
In lonely glory through the wreck that hid Its friends that day.
Nisht: and through the gleaming mist were prey-clad forms advancing,
Helmeted and single file they forged their way ahead
While up above the squads of stars continued in their dancing,
And in the south an orphan kid was crying in its bed.
They got you. Go'den Legionaire a "sho-sho" bullet speeding
Came straightway to your warm red heart and found itself a nest;
We found you dying tried in vain to stopthat heart from bleeding,
But there had come another oice, and you were then "At ly st."
And so you lie where strangers hands keep green the grass above you
In silent camaraderie with others in Romagne;
But hearts three thousand miles away that sorrow when they love you
Are wondering in wistfulntsa if you have died in vain.
Are wondering if you who sleep have given your life's treasure
To no avail; and if the world must once again be thrown
Into a war where hearts and souls are tried beyond their measure
Where men must die and women weep and children sleep alone.
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cided that it would require the bone of a child near
Bobby's age.
Then little Sylvia spoke.
"Let me help Bobby," she said.
SYLVIA SMILKS AT FAIN.
So it happened that on last Friday both children
were taken to Epworth hospital where the operations
were to be performed.
Little Sylvia smiled as she was placed on the table.
Then her mother told her, as both parents had told
her before:
"If you don't want to do this, dear. It will be al
right." But the girl only nodded her dark head In an em
phatic alllrmative.
So Dr. Clark administered the ether and the little
heroine breathed deep of the powerful drug. Just
before she slipped away into Slumberland her eyes
opened. Then she went to sleep.
TIIIti:i:-INCH BONK.
A piece of bone three and one half inches long,
one and one half inches thick and one and one half
Inches wide was cut from her shin bone.
Then Bobby boarded the train of the Sand Man and
joined his sister in Slumberland. An incision was
made in his little leg and the bone that had been re
moved from Sylvia was inserted. The operation was
concluded.
And now- there are two patients In room 36 at
Epworth hospital. Their mother remains with them
night and day, anticipating each want and cheering
them with the news that tomorrow or a few days
later she Is going to take them back to their home
in Itoseland where they will be with their family once
more.
CARS AND BALLOONS.
And the nurses will tell you that they are ideal
patients. On Thursday afternoon when the writer
visited them he saw two white clad little figures
smiling up from the beds where they lay.
Near one window was Bobby playing with his
toy railroad and having the time of his young life
making the cars leap from his bed to the floor.
They'll be candidates for the Grand Junk line by this
time if he's still playing that game!
Nearby was another bed where little Sylvia was
anticipating circus day with a big balloon. Her
blue eyes bparkled merrily as they followed the antics
of the toy. Neither of tho kiddles showed a sign
of fever and both appeared perfectly normal.
And though it may be a long time before Bobby
can walk, the operation appears to have been highly
successful, and time, aided by the care they will get,
will heal the wounds and see both children playing
as they used to play before tragedy came into Bobby's
young life.
Twenty years from now he will be a man and per
haps they will call him Robert instead of Bobby.
Many things will have happened in that time. But
wherever he is and wherever she may be he will look
down the path of his Yesterdays to say wistfully
and tenderly, "Sylvia the dear little girl."
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Treasure of Art
Found by Chance
BY F.D MFRFIIY.
Among the most valued treasures of the art colla
tion now on exhibition in the Notre Dame art museum,
is a Van Dyck, portraying "Christ on the Cross." for
which offers exceeding $100.000 have been repeatedly
received by the faculty from various American connois
seurs. It is one of the five great triumphs from the
.brush of the celebrated Belgian painter, who donated
it. In 1629, to the Dominican convent of Antwerp, at tho
dying request of his father. Borne on the current and
buried in the eddies of two centuries of European dis
tentions. It ha a history quite as vivid and appealing
as the picture itself.
GIFT TO ITt. SORIN.
It came Into the possession of Notre Dame In 1SS3.
as a gift to Fr. Sorin on the occasion of his eighth visit
to France. Mme. Guillemont, widow of the one time
prefect of Paris, presented it to the then Notre Dame
president in memory of her dead son who had been
Sorin's college companion. Neither the donor nor the
priest was aware of the immense value of the art work,
Mme. Gulllemcnt having parted with what both be
lieved a somewhat mediocre portrait of Napoleon I.
which was prized exceptionally by the Paris prefect.
On hiti return to Notre Dame. Sorin turned It over
to Prof. Edwards, in charge of the museum. Two
years passed during which time the painting had de
teriorated visibly, caking and crackincr as to make It
a most unsightly ornament for an art ptillery.
FINDS MYSTKRIOUS PICTURi:.
Grcgorl, once famous art patron of the local uni
versity, who lat?r died a pauper in the streets of Paris,
was then dean of the art department of Notre Dame,
and he was engaged to retouch the canvas. U'hllo
pouring the chemicals on it, tho fabric began to friz
zle at the edge, and bulge in the center, an unusual
occurrence In the process of restoration. Gregori care
fully examined the cloth and to his amazement found
another canvas beneath. Pulling off Napoleon's portrait
revealed dim outlines of a cross, the faded feature? of
Christ, und Mary Magdellne's hair. Immediacy the
Italian aitist set out to restore the painting, which
eventually was brought out in its present clarity.
OFFER $90,000.
Even after this discovery, university authorit.es hnd
no intimation of its enormous value, although, the ac
count of Gregori'8 finding spread far and wide.
Finally in 1912 an expert on the old masters, in charge
of the Frick coll?ction at Philadelphia, after a thorough
study of the canvas, pronounced t a Van Dyck mas
terpiece, making at the same time a standing offer of
$30.000 for the work. Later valuations have risen above
this figure, although no offer can induce Notre Uamo
to sacrifice the work of art.
STOLEN BY SPANIARDS.
Original1' in the chapel of the Dominican nuns of
Antwerp, it remained there just 20 years lfor com
pletion by Van Dyck when it was seized by a band of
Spanish mercenaries, who garrisoned the city. During
thoso uncertain times, when the forces of Fiance rav
aged the Belgiar.a on the southwest and the troops of
the United Netherlands, sandwiched the Spanish prov
ince On the northeast, it was a most common occurrence
for the dissolute forces of Spanish tyranny to pilfer the
very people they were supposed to be defending.
The canvas was brought to Madrid with the return
of tho Spanish contingent of occupation, where tho
thief sold It at an insignificant price to Don Miguel
Cortozo, a grandee of Spain, and an enthusiastic r.rt
collector. It nunc in his castle for almost a century
and a half, when it was stolen by one Comtc Briaud.
a general in ths army of Napoleon, who carriel it off
with him to Paris.
Not knowing its worth, he later gave it to a lieuten
ant in his brigade, who had saved tho general s life
at Austerlitz. The young soldier, Guillemont. wielded
the brush himself at times, and he at once recognized
the excellence of the painting. Fearing to trust tho
canvas exposed In his home, he overlaid it with a
cheap portrait of the emperor, Napoleon, of which tnero
were endless varieties on sale at that time in France.
For some unknown reason the owner never revealed
tho truo nature of the portrait, even after h? attained
affluence as the prefect of Paris, and the secret died
with him, not to be discovered till 1SS7.
Tho picture was retouched again in 1305 by Dom
Gregory Gerrer, now In charge of the art department of
Notro Dame, who brought out the painting in clearer
lines. It represents Christ hanging on the cross after
his death rAgony, with Mary Magdeline we-ep'n: at h
feet. It is; one of the best visualizations of tin; passion
of the Saior to be seen in America.
The Laziest Dog
He is Dan. South Bend's champion loafer. He is so
lazy that it took the camera man and his owner. M. J.
Mclnerny, nearly half an hour trying to get him to
stand up and pose for his picture. When surh devices
as "weenies" and coaxing words failed, he finally got
Up after a grizzled tom-cat had been making faces at
him for Just abou. five minutes.
As to why he was nominated Dan. somebody prof
fered the suggestion It was because he is so d n lazy.
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Whether cr not that is true, it is a fact that nobody
ever saw Dan on a canter, while few of the hundreds
who daily pat him or "hello" him can recall ever hav
ing seen him on hii feet.
Dan's most cherished ambition i sleep, and hi? most
pleasant view is sunlight, while his most frequented
habitat is Mclnerny & Warner's pool par'.or. where ho
is a popular character. He has a host of chums, who
especially admire hi carefree disposition.
Dan is Irish and c. terrier, and as such he rivals the
century plant. He Js rnot affable to everyone he
meets, always wearirg a doc smile and a wagging stub
5j.11. H: record as town loafer has never been questioned,
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ATMOSPIIERIl
The ex-newspaper man, who had Inherited th t?r
tune of his ex-uncle, a wealthy plumber, and rtire3
sat in the drawing room cf his palatial hme, Blanl
paper lay on the tab befor him. H hM a pcr.c!
in his right hand. He was b" crinr.lr.fr to writ a letter
Something was obviously wrong. Th words s'.mplj
wouldn't come. Ideas Just wouldn't be coaxed Into tu
tlon. He wiped his corrucrated brows (newppaper mei
always have corrugate! brows). He placed his e'boM
cn his knee and supported his chin with th corre
sponding hand in the attitude of the thinker ba
nothing happened. He was so thoughtless.
Then crash! down the stairs come Jimmy's Uttl
tin drum closely followed by Jimmy, In who's wak
a series of yells and hysteric shrieks followed. Ouk
side a newsie shouted "Dxtruh."
"Ahai" exclaimed the ex-N. M.. denoting that hi
had an idea. (The exclamation Aha! always denotai
pomething more or les unusual.)
"Agnes," he shouted.
"Yes, Orville," answered Mrs. ex-N". ?.f
"Tell the chauffeur to drive the car under thlt via
dow and let it run with the exhaust open. Tear ni
that mall order catalogue and scatter the pay axotnU
tho floor. Start th phonograph on a. cracked. roorS
Tell central to ring this phone every 15 woonclf tor M
hour and then stand hero and yell 'CcprP uatn I flnlal
this gesh-hanged thing."
Down utAtc contemporary refers to 'Got. John M
Cot, the democratic nominee," Bet that boy vo-te foi
Son. Walter G. Hardy.
"Ruth Randell tragedy r-er.actei."
"Hold Ruth Woods In Loftis case
"Ruth Jackson held following dentist's death
"Ruth continues tc slay American league pltchm.
Oh, for a few old fashioned ruthless murder.
This Ruth who was Naomi's pal in Bible dayu rone
Was a coy, retiring maiden, but she didn't live In ChL
OH, KDDIi:! SAVi: THIS LJNTv
Indianapolis. Aug. Another coal trlke threaten!
the country as a result, etc.
Tili: MORNFX'S MORNIN.
The robins note the dawning of the day;
Most Sundays dawn Just like more common days.
He turns to dodge the light's first peeping ray
Blinks, fretful at the run's more brazen blaz.
A church bell guilty conscience geta a tvak.
Rut man is only mad of common clay
And Sunday only comes but onco a week
He rises, pulls the shades and hlta the hay.
Jack Dompsoy, world's champion box flghtrr. urges
tltnt woman take up boxing for oxctcI.hci Says It will
"enable? Iut lo Uro tho cook and go about with her
husband at night without feeding tho effects of the
day'H work."
Find one In Judge Gilmer's court mewt &ny morning
for going a !out with lirr husband.
tfmpfs rx'Grrs.
Sales on summer clothes remind us
There's no turning back tha clocic.
And September may yet find us
With our benny still in hock.
As we stroll casually out to press it occurs to ui to
wonder if those nay recruiting officers ever mention
the three mile limit in their little trade talks. Travoi
is so moistening nowdays.
The stranger rose, folded his paper and wal)r4
away from the group gathered In tho Oliver's Wash
ington av. chairs.
The first native, lolling comfortably back, was clearly
puzzled, bald he: "Who's that?"
Said the second native: "Durned If I know. Jtfvr
eaw him before. He must be a guest,"
Chicago baseball club has n pitcher named Perry.
Philadelphia bas ball club ha-s a pitcher named Codi
Algeron. Things arv so upt. Wouldn't b rorpri$cd
any time to run across an artist named "Butch" Mo
Ciuire.
ADD TO THi: STANDING M Y STF R DZS.
Where do flis go in winter?
Who hit Charley Ross?
What became of tho bartenders?
Henry Ford has opened a European branch factory
in Cork, we learn from a croup of London dispatcher
which mention numerous other Irish atrocities,
LIVES OF GREAT MEN. ETC.
In the erstwhile when I was a youth
That wasn't many months ago
I used to think a pig uncouth
And didn't care a bit to hoe
In gardens, or to shovo a plow
Or ferd th chickens, cr th mules
I didn't know (or give a mrg)
About their gosh-durr.ed farming rua.
This momlnrr In the. Dally News
I found the picture pae ablas
Wkh James M. Cox a shucking corn.
And Coolidg'? showing how to rais.o
Some oats, cr something: Warren G.
Is leaning on the eld farm gat?.
No good nwspap'ir Is complete
Without f-orr.e farming candidate.
I'll tell the world if I eouM start
This life of mine all over now
I'd herd the wild, elusive wheat
And ltarn to pess beMde a cow.
F.
TRFi: COURTESY.
In one of the smaller cities In central rivr.
by a division headquarters during th winter of lS:'
1313. Alphonse the barber endeavored to learn to
epeak Kr.g'.ish. To thl.? end he was diligently c achej
by numerous Yank di.-patch-learers, sergeants major
and clerical workers, and Alphon? learned fist.
No less a persor.'tge than the ccmrr aridir: general
of th division strode in?o the brbr fhop one day
and demanded a thav in a burn. A3phor.se, who
was tending a lowly enUi cu.tr.mer, k::iw rank
when he saw it and ros to th- rc:orL
"Sairtainle. mon general." h repü1 1. b.vlr.7 with
true French politeness, "Set dour., mon genera!, an
p- t &'. ou beeg- steef." The general waited
At