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THEf CATtIELRAL, PORT At)j PRINCE I1III / - B e...... ....,,....... ,;.: i.J:, '·?l ,,,' I . .. ,,. . . ..,.,. ... ., :... -· II .gI~ C" ".,....o,.. , -. ...... : .::.,.. • . : . ,. . . . . . . S':';;:-: ; :::... . .,... . ... ..- .:.,:,.,,v ,...., "TE CATHl RA- O. A lC H AITI and 8anto 1)omingo share jointly an island comprising roughly about 21,000 square miles, and having a total pop ulation of nearly 2.000,000. Htaiti has nearly the population of Santo Domingo, but only a little more than half its area. For 100 years IIaiti and for half that period Santo lbomingo have been a cause of continual anxiety to the United States. Since gaining their independence both have been in a state of constant upheaval and blood shed as a result of a practically un broken succession of revolutions. In the last 20 years United States naval vessels have been in almost constant attendance about the Island, and ma rines have several times been landed for the protection of foreign life and property. It is no exaggeration to say that Haiti and Santo Domingo have cost the United States more money in the last 30 years than would have been spent had this government assumed responsibility for and control over the island. The story of Haiti is a story of mis ery. The characters are childish ne groes, who play at dignity, spill blood and do no work. In natural advan- I tages, Haiti is a land of fertile opu lence, but what is human there is de based and wretched. A race of simple children pretend there at being kings and emperors and presidents. All to themselves, they t possess a part of a wonderful island, t where once they were slaves. They -- AýI island at first, but their quarreling gashed ah ugly frontier across, marking off Santo Domingo, and now the sets of warring factions are multiplied. The fairy country of richly wooded hills, where these children play at gov '9 r7.· .."~.i:·::....A l. .r ·.' ·· ;~ · ·:·-:·: 11··'·::::- :·': '·r".··~ ·" Y .··:ý:- --. :·.· . .·t·~·.·.:~,.. ·-: .~.·' · low , ii "Y'rý.y "ý r 'ý '' ''··':·'-·::·· ·.'ý :: ·.. ý;. · STREET 5CENE. IN PORT AU PRICE -: """"' ernment, is a land of palms, a land of dreams and indolence. The people of the island own lazy Africa for a moth er. They are the creatures of dalli ance, they are good-natured, and quick to laugh, showing their white teeth and the whites of their eyes. But they also have the thoughtless cruelty of children. In spite of their natural slothfulness they rage under their tropic sun with the energy of bloodthirsty beasts, wrecking their flowery paradise. They suspect the white man, fearing a return to slavery, and they carry on constant political feuds with each other. On all sides are evidences of suspicion and hatred. The island is a land of decay. The boards of the houses are cracked and rotting. There are negroes in rags everywhere, lazily shuffling about, doing nothing. What is pic turesque is of dirt. There is no na tional dress, no distinctive local color. The impression one gets is of a "coon hollow," such as the slums of our southern cities might offer. But the lightheartedness of our own dar kies is missing. One feels that the spirit has been taken out of these Haitians. The sun glares bright and hot, yet there is a heavy cloud that depresses. When voices are raised, they are rarely mirthful, but high strung, quarrelsome, in a peevish strain. Not Far From Savagery. Without the white man, the blacks have been sinking gradually to their original savagery of the African Jun gle. Their enlightenment, such as there is of it. is only imitative. For instance, an election is but the old tribal war cry, attended by scenes of violence. Negroes fell heir to magnift cent plantations after the expulsion of their French masters. But they show a poor accounting for their steward ship. They have squandered their subsistence in civil war and the lux ury of sluggish ease. A family here and there camps in the wilderness, liv ing on coffee that grows wild, picking the fruits on every side, and perhaps growing a few yams. Should a man 'spire to what he could call a farm, he would have to leave it for military se,:vice, or perhaps see it ruined by ra'aging hordes of armed politicians. C:onsequently, the vast natural re+ soirees of the country are not ex. ploOed. The island has been called the richest of all the West Indies. An.~hlng that is planted will grow and yield crop after crop the same year. The hills are covered with for ests of fine wood, practically un touched. Cotton might one day mean great wealth for Haiti, but its an nual export now does not exceed a few thousand tons. There are also to bacco, hides, sugar, corn, rice, rich metal deposits, and the great staple, coffee, the production of which has fallen off of late years by almost half. White Man's Influence Resented. But should a foreigner attempt any thing for the development or uplifting of Haiti, he is fretted by obstacles at every turn. The negroes have wanted nothing of the white man. They are absurdly jealous, absurdly suspicious. The cost of the white man's absence is pisery, but Haiti chooses to pay it. A fair-sized transport, circling the coast, could take away every foreign er in the country. They number scarce ly 500, mostly Germans. The negroes number about a million and a half. At every turn, the traveler is re q minded of primeval savagery. One need only see the stevedores, at Port au Prince, pounce upon the bones that are thrown down to them by sailors. They are naked to the waist, and their black bodies glisten as they tum ble over one another in their barges, fighting and scratching, trying to get at a bone. Their screeching is hid eous, and when one of them clutches the prize and tears the flesh with his teeth, until another snatches it away, one thinks with disgust of unclean beasts. Perhaps one Haitian in twenty can read and write. The educational sys tem is a farce. Yet, the inhabitants are usually devout. If a village is on fire (one of the pleasing pastimes of warring factions), the negroes will leave their huts to burn and toil fran. tically to save the church. The lack of public works is pitia ble. Naked children, and grown ones, i too, loll like swine in the ditch water f of the public streets. The only elec. t tric lighting in the country is that in the president's palace. In all Haiti there is not an illuminated street. The e',lanation of all these wretch. I ed conditions may be summed up in t one word- -politics. A boy of six is brevetted % colonel in the army. Wholesale smuggling, winked at by in I terested officials, cuts down the ex port tax. The children of the influen tial are immune from the conscript I system, but the under dog of the sys tem must abandon his little clearing to the women and serve his term as a soldier, which in Haiti is worse than being a tramp. The postmaster of I a village pays his bill.: in postage ! stamps, giving double. a sB fOT1AM gcl n o ' CITIE Western Farmhand Visits Chicago Gypsy Queen HICAGO.-Stuart Peterson, a Nebraska farmhand, stepped out of the Desplaines street police station, where he was a complaining witness against Dr. A. W. Faulbaum, and visited a gypsy fortune-telling parlor on Madison street. It is not often that Peterson gets to visit town, but when he does it's a lively day. When he went into the fortune-telling parlor, the adventure with the doctor which cost him $88 for two bottles of medi cine was still fresh in his mind. lie did not intend to be "slicked" again. As he stepped inside of the cur tained doorway, the gypsy queen was sitting before a table gazing at a crystal ball. She raised her head and Peterson noticed a far-away look in her eyes, as she nodded her bandanna-covered head in welcome to him. "I want my fortune told." he said. She waved him to a chair. Then she looked at his palm and told him to cross it with a silver coin, preferably a half dollar. Always accommodating. Peterson did so. Just then the queen looked suddenly at the ceiling. Peterson looked also. When he turned his eyes back to his palm the half dollar had disappeared. "Dern it, the trick was did quic(ke(n seat," he explained later to the desk sergeant the Desplaines street station. "The queen said she didn't know where it went, and told me that I would have to cross it again with a piece of silver. I wasn't going to be (lid again, so the next time I just pulled out a dime. Dog my cats, if that dern dime didn't get away just like the half dollar! "'The spirits are angry,' she told me. 'You'd better try it with some paper money. They're mad because you stood on the door sill when you came in.' " "The smallest piece of paper money I had was a two-dollar bill, so I put it in my hand. Then she told me that a whole lot of beautiful women were after me and that I had a bright future. She said I had enemies, but that in the end I would leave them all behind. Then she began to go through some hocus-pocus movements, and when I looked at my hand the two-dollar bill was gone. She said the spirits got it! "'Now ain't that funny?' she asked, and got me to cross my palm with some more money. I got to thinking about what the boys told me about town slickers and it didn't look right. I just decided that she had went too far, so I came over here to see if it was all right." The desk sergeant advised him to swear out a warrant. New York's Police Learning How to Wigwag NEW YORK.-No, the multicolored flags to be seen nowadays waving from the roof of the municipal building and the Woolworth tower are not storm signals. The police department of New York is being placed on a war foot. ing, that is, to the extent that a signal corps has been created. The men waving the flags from the tops of sky scrapers are not weather forecasters, but policemen trying to learn the wig wag system in use in the United States army. In the unlikely event of war, New 1 - York probably would be the first point attacked by the enemy. Also, in the event of serious riots, New York would be virtually in a state of e.s.s war. In either exigency the New police, at the outset anyway, Would have to bear the brunt of the trouble, and for this reason the powers that be have decided that the police should know how to wigwag. Not satisfied with entire dependence upon the telephone in case of riots or war, Police Commissionetr-Woods inaugurated a wigwag system of com munication between police headquarters and every precinct in the five bor oughs. Information to that effect came when two policemen were seen on the roof of the municipal building waving signal flags with more enthusiasm than accuracy. In transmitting messages, flags and heliographs are used by the police men during the day and powerful signaling lamps by night, the army code being followed. The harbor police are using the Morse code of the navy, Quartermaster Brauer of the navy yard being in charge of the instruction. Counterfeit Mexican Money Printed in 'Frisco S AN FRANCISCO.-Vast quantities of counterfeit Mexican money, repre senting millions of currency in that strife-ridden republic, have within the year been printed and much of it circulated in San Francisco. It is used for bunko purposes here and for general commercial circulation along the bor " . T der line among those who cannot dis ETR A tinguish the counterfeit. M- PA, 'IT The Washington authorities pro ---- " ,' I NOIIEY 1 tess their inability to stop the printing - MEXICO of this paper or punish either the IAM 'fl4 lithographers or the circulators of NOCN6it" the counterfeit, because it does not VILLA represent a medium of exchange of A? Aff' a government that is recognized by i.L--- the United States. Millions of dollars in authorized Mexican currency have been printed in San Francisco. The lithographing was authorized through consuls, who acted for the belligerent power that needed it. Then other printing establishments consented to run off facsimiles of the authorized paper. The federal authorities here and at Washington were made acquainted with what was being done, but professed inability to interfere. Much of this counterfeit has been sold at a fraction of its supposed face 1 value in San Francisco for good American dollars on the pretext that the purchaser could negotiate it at its face value on the border or just across the When the facts reached the ears of Villa he issued a proclamation that any of his followers or others caught with this bogus money on their persons, or detected in an effort to use it, Would be executed. It is said that several such executions have taken place recently. Man Is Found Living in a Philadelphia Sewer 1 HILADELPHIA.-Michael MachUll was found sleeping in the dead end of an unused sewer at Torreadaie avenue and Cottman street, where he had I been living for a week. le entered through a manhole and had arranged a rough board table and bunk. That portion of the eight-toot sewer was re cently completed and through the Smanhole Machill obtained light anG Ti4 S j air. According to Policeman Mager, QUEER Swho discovered him, Machill was ,. TLCEER i ing in comfort- !L.CE The Tacony police were givq LIVE ' surprise when the Phone rang. "Say, listen," came an excited voice "there is a man living la a_. sewer up at orredale avenue aa Cottman street. Come up and et him. Everybody is scared to deatn Turning to Patrolman Mager, the sergeant said: "One of those practical cover on a manhole ajar. Remembring how old General Putnam ot revolu tionary fame fought a real Wolf in cave, Mage! decided to explore the sewer. He dropped into the manhole and fa the dead end of the new brick sewer be saW bunka table. On it Mwas a loa of b,ead and bottle of milk. Then he saw a for oMachll talked incoherently 11 was sent to the Philadelphia hospital nfor observation, Fo lWe TOUC I Pa ss IQ ZpJulia ChandlorMan 40 M ;CLIRE MIEWSPAPER SYIDICATr THE GIRL AND THE SCREEN When Th(e Mother entered the coim bination di.licat,-ssen shop and ice cream parlor a group of girls seated at a table x ere so imiuch absorbed in their discussion that they had evw n forgottn the refreshmnh-nts before theni. Nor did ltyhi se, The Mother as she stood waiting for onie of the busy clerks to conic her way. "''Why, Wve'v just got to find a way to keep her out. I toll you v(e cant have her in the sorority. She, would spoil all the fun. E',.ry last one of you know how rude and unfair she is capable of being." and little Miss Bright Eyes, who nad the floor pro tem, mixed in a name with her spir ited protest x\hich sent th, hot blood to The Mother's temples and made her leave the shop without making the purchase for which she had entered it. For you see the subject of all the talk was The Girl-the listener's own young daughter. And what was worse The Mother knew in her heart of hearts that the criticism she had heard was true. Throughout the afternoon of the crisp November day The Mother sat alone in her sewing room. The work the had begun lay untouched in her lap, nor did she stir in answer to either door or telephone bell. Her gaze was riveted on the expanse of lawn which circled her pretty home, and as she watched the little dead leaves blown away into hollows and corners and trenches for their long winter's sleep her thoughts ran back o 'I 1 ý "Oh, Mother, I Have Got In So Wrong." over all the sixteen years of The Girl's life, and, as though it had happened I yesterday, the scene of the child's first c quarrel came with grave importance 1 to her memory. The Girl had been to blame. She had been intolerably rude to Little Neighbor; beastly unfair, and when her small guest had stood out against I her The Girl bad burst into a storm of tears which so touched The Moth er's sympathy that it quite ran away with her judgment. From that day on The Mother had been nothing better than a screen be hind which The Girl might find pro tection. From this far-away picture of the first quarrel of The Girl The Mother's thoughts came back to the group of serious young faces in the ice cream parlor where her schoolmates were discussing ways and means of keeping The Girl out of their sorority, assign ing as their reason that she was "rude and unfair." The words rang through The Moth er's mind with the persistency of some 1 lilting tune from a musical comedy. I They seemed to dance away with the t scurrying leaves out on the broad lawn, and then come back to sear I their way like a burning brand into t The Mother's brain. She remembered innumerable instances when, in her dealings with her companions, The Girl had shown no sense of justice. and as many others in which her domi neering egotism and intolerable self ishness had appalled The Mother's a heart, but each time the adoring pa rent had believed that only she saw the hideous faults of The Girl, and so t she had gone on from year to year screening them from the public eye, or at least thinking that she did, for t today it was quite obvious that she had not wholly succeeded. The Mother sat in her sewing room, the work she had begun immediately after lunch lying untouched for hours in her lap. She heard The Girl open the front door; lay her books on the library table. and come slow ly down the hall. When she openl d the door of the sunny little sewing room The Mother had picked up the work in her lap and was plying her needle indus triously. 'To The Girl she gave a smile and went on with her work, ignoring the troubled look in the young eyes as they watched her from the doorway. There was obviously something wrong, but The Mother, for the first time in her life, made it difficult for IThe Girl to tell her. "Oh, mother, I have got in so wrong!" finally from The Girl, who, in the sudden memory of the embarrass ing time she had been having, did not notice The Mother's unusual silence. "I called that little Mrs. Lee a per fect dowd today, and she overheard. I was talking to Marjorie Mason about Sthe party for which Mary Lee has seat out invitations and I had no idea her mother was within a mile around, when I suddenly turned and saw her standing back of me when I had just said that it was a pity for Mary to have such a dowd for a mother. "You'll make it alright with her won't you mother?' 'ended The Girl in keen distress. The Mother regarded her with grave, calm eyes-this pretty young daughter who had never learned to guard her tongue because she had never had to suffer the consequences of its sting. And the Girl, amazed at the slowness of The Mother's consent to "make it alright with Mrs. Lee," reiterated her question.. It was almost dusk when The G31r left the sewing room to wash her tear. stained face. The Mother watched her dejected steps take their way down the street toward the home of Mary Lee, and her heart ached for her. Even now The Mother's impulse was to rush out of the house, over take The Girl and save her the pain ful apology to her neighbor. She nad been a screen for so long that the thing had become habitual, and it was only the realization that The Girl's womanhood would be permanently dwarfed if she did not begin at once to do a little fighting on her own ac count that held The Mother beside the window watching for the return ing steps. The Girl's feet almost ran along the street as they brought her home. Her head was held high; red spots burned her cheeks, and when she threw open the door of the room in which The Mother waited there was a glorious light of conquest in her eyes which argued happily for her growth. Vicar for Six Gets $4,500. The living of St. Alphage, London Wall, England, which recently became vacant, is a sinecure. There is no congregation, the average number of worshipers on Sunday being about six. The stipend of the incumbent is $4,500 a year, and it has been suggested that the church should be amalgamated with another and the salary of the vicar put to better use within the church.