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Georgia's Nut-Growing Industries.
The announcement that twenty distinct though
related subjects are programmed for discussion at
the nut growers’ convention to be held at Albany,
Georgia, three weeks hence gives an idea of the rich
range of interests which this industry, comparative
ly young in the South, comprises. No branch of
horticulture presents wider opportunities or leads to
more engaging fields of business or science.
Perun growing alone bids fair to become one of
the truly great enterprises of this region. Enthusi
asts have a saying, "Set out a pecan tree when you
are young, and when you are old it will support
you.” Their high confidence is easily understood
when one observes the successes that have been
made of Georgia groves. In Grady county there
stands a pecan tree which was planted as a mere
slip In 1892. It is now sixty-six feet high, seventy
three inches around, spreads its luxuriant shade
over eighty-five feet, and yields an income of more
rhun one hundred dollars a year. Throughout the
pecan belt, says the reference book of the Georgia
Chamber of Commerce, there are trees worth from
five hundred to a thousand dollars, this appraisal
being based ofi an annual income of eight per cent
on those amounts.
•Twelve to twenty trees are planted to the acre,”
this authority continues, “and while they are reach
ing maturity, the land may be yielding revenue from
cotton, corn, peas or other crops planted between.
Lands suited for pecan growing may be bought as
low as twenty-five or thirty dollars an acre; whqn
planted they are worth one hundred.” This is not
to imply that fortunes are waiting to drop in the
lap of the easy-going adventurer who plants a pecan
grove and leaves the rest to luck. Diligence and
foresight are required in this as in every field of
endeavor; and the more of science and skill the
grower puts into his effort, the richer, of course,
will be his rewards. But there are no extraordinary
problems to be encountered.
The demand for pecans, which is already insist
ent and world-wide, will grow continually as their
food value is better appreciated. An authority on
dietetics has said that a pound of pecans contains
as much protein as half a pound of meat, as much
fat as three-fourths of a pound of butter and as
much starch as one-fourth of a pound of bread,
thus being the full equivalent of other highly con
centrated and wholsome food.
The convention to be held at Albany, October 30
and 31 and November 1, will bring together the
National and the Northern Nut Growers’ Associa
tions. The assemblihg of delegates from divers
parts of the United States as well as from the South
for interchange of opinion and experience will do
much to promote the industry’s common interests
and to enlarge its serviceableness to the country.
Lend to Your Government.
Next to Wesley's famous admonition, “Make all
you can, save all you can, give all you can,” the
happiest bit of counsel we have seen in many a day
is this:
“Produce as much as possible.
“Consume as little as necessary.
“Lend your savings to the Government.”
Foi those not in the fighting ranks, this comes
near comprising the whole duty of patriotism
Certainly men and women who live faithfully up
to these three workmanly ideals will not fall short
in any obligation to their country’s cause.
Productiveness and thrift are ordinarily admi
rable in themselves, but today they are due no credit
whatsoever unless they muster themselves square
ly behind the boys with the colors. No American
would be warranted in complaining in this critical
hour of human destiny if the Government stepped
boldly in and took every penny of his earnings and
income above the bare necessities of- living, in case
that were needful to win the war. In truth and
right, no man dare call any material possession his
own when it is needed to save his country and his
kind.
We are not asked, however, to give to the Gov
ernment. We are asked simply to lend to it. And
for every one hundred dollars thus lent, upon its
incomparably sound security, the Government will
pay interest at four and a quarter per cent. Prac
tical sense and patriotism alike bid every citizen
invest in this enriching and noble cause all that he
possibly can make and save. The saving calls for
frugality and self-denial. But who that is worthy
of the heroic sacrifice which millions are making
“over there” will hang back from any service, how
soever hard, that is needed to support them?
THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1918.
How to End Illiteracy.
The decrease of six and one-tenth per cent in
illiteracy among Georgia^children of school age
during the last five years impresses the Savannah
Morning News as being “a large dividend on the
amount of money invested by the State in the edu
cation of her children, a fair return for the labor
and sacrifice of the teachers, but a very small per
centage of results as compared with what should
have been done in five good years by Georgia for
her future citizens.” How can that “should” be
carried to accomplishment? How in the next five
years can the reduction of illiteracy be made fifty
or seventy-five or one hundred per cent instead of
only six? The answer is not far to seek. We find
it in those counties which have adopted a local
school tax to supplement the educational funds
they receive from the State treasury. Though the
figures are not available at the moment, we dare
say the record of those counties will show that they
are lifting the cloud of illiteracy as fast as it can
be by good schools operating within conven
ient reach of all the homes; and that is wondrous
fast. Most of Georgia’s school problems are funda
mentally financial. Give our leaders of education
and our splendid army of teachers adequate funds
to work with, and they will soon go over the top
with the ideals they so long have cherished. Those
funds will be forthcoming easily and freely when
the system of local, county-wide taxation for schools
prevails throughout the State; but not before. A
bill proposing a Constitutional amendment for this
purpose was lost at the last session of the Gener
al Assembly for lack of a few votes. The measure
should be pressed persistently until enacted, as it
certainly will be soon -or late. Meanwhile let the
friends of local school taxation continue their good
work of winning over individual counties. In so
doing they will shake illiteracy from its Hinden
burg line and quicken the advance of all forces
that make for Georgia’s glory and well-being.
Spanish Influenza.
Spanish influenza appears like a cold and feels
like a cold, and its danger lies in the fact that peo
ple treat it lightly, as they treat a cold.
A feeling of weakness and exhaustion, an ach
ing in the head and an aching in the bones, a sore
ness in the throat, a high temperature, usually
ranging from 102 to 104 —these are the symptoms
of Spanish influenza.
A person stricken should go to bed at once and
stay in bed until the disease runs its course, which
fortunately is short. Five days usually disposes
of the fever. But then it is best to continue in
bed for two more days or such a matter, to gu|ard/
against the complication that makes it danger
ous —pneumonia.
This is the thing that kills so many people.
Spanish influenza simply creates in the respiratory
system an ideal condition for pneumonia to strike
suddenly and kill quickly.
The best way to guard against pneumonia is
to go to bed at once when influenza comes on, and
to stay in tied until the influenza is gone com
pletely.
As to prevention, the doctors advise an abun
dance of ventilation in the bedroom. A sleeping
porch is better. This insures clean air. It is es
pecially advisable for persons who spend most of
their time in close quarters. Also, keep the nose,
mouth and throat clean.
Few cases of Spanish influenza have developed
here, though the health authorities expect it later.
They hope and expect that it will not appear in
such virulent form as it has appeared in certain
northern cities.
IVhen They Cry for Terms.
To those who believe in peace by negotiation
and in letting the Hun go unpunished for his
crimes, we commend the following statement from
a British soldier, an eye-witness of the piteous
sight he describes:
“When we were approaching Ypres and
Hazenbrouck, we met several refugees, chief
ly women and children, some of whom came
with their hands cut off —deliberately cut off,
not blown off by a shell. The cutting off of
the hands of the women and children was in
order to get the bangles from their wrists.”
Such is Kultur; such are the Huns, for whose
crushing we are asked to buy Liberty Bonds; such
is Prussianism which must be blotted out if the
world is to be a safe and decent place to live in.
When Ludendorff’s butchers have been driven
back to their own borders and the scourge, of be
lated justice begiris to descend in earnest upon
them, then no doubt they will cry for relenting
peace, for terms that will cancel without expiation
their debt to outraged humanity. And there will
be maundering sentimentalists and disguised pro-
Germans who will urge that the plea be granted.
But the world’s conscience, undeceived and unde
terred, will point to the children the Hun has
maimed, to the women he has brutalized, to the
millions of homes he has desolated, to the civiliza
tion he strove to destroy, and will bid justice take
its course.
Potash From Castor Beans.
When Nature made the castor bean she might
well have paused content after she had poured
in its puissant oil. But the bountiful and un
wearying goddess would not have it so. Did she
foresee the time when we would- be casting
eagerly, about for a new source of potash to
make us forever independent of the German sup
ply? W’hatever her divination or purpose, she
added to the oil of the castor plant a generous
deal of potash, packing it carefully into the hull
of the bean.
We read accordingly in the Manufacturers’
Record that a milling plant at Jacksonville, Flor
ida, is handling the product of thirty thousand
acres of castor beans which were planted in re
sponse to the War Department’s request that
farmers raise this crop to supply oil for airplanes;
and that in addition to the million or more gal
lons o' oil thus afforded, every bushel of the
hulls is capable of yielding five per cent potash
and two per cent ammonia. ( “If the experiments
of Lieutenant Dwight of the War Department are
successful,” runs the significant comment, “a
means of reducing the castor bean hulls for fer
tilizer will be found and the potash problem will
be solved.”
The Spirit of Victory.
“For the few things we are asked to give up,”
says the Greenville News, “for the economies we
practice, and the Liberty Bonds and Thrift Stamps
we buy, we are repaid many times over by the
spirit of our fighting men and the success they are
winning on land and sea.” That victorious spirit
is sustained and nurtured by, the patriotic deeds of
the American people. The success of the present
Liberty Loan campaign will quicken the pulse and
steel the nerve of our army and fleet as surely as it
will strike new consternation into the heart of the
Hun. Every subscriber to the loan will be a con
tributor to that spirit which conquers all things.-
Likewise every one who fails to subscribe to the
limit of his ability will be an enemy to American
morale.
German “Efficiency. ”
German efficiency, like Macbeth’s ambition, is
of that “vaulting” kind which does o’erleap itself.
With all his careful plans and infinite deal of prep
aration, all his brute strength and resourceful cun
ning, the Hun has never yet accomplished in this
war any of his major objectives, has never yet car
ried any of his larger projects to consummation.
Up to certain points he has succeeded famously,
and at times has appeared almost at his goal. But
invarikblj’ at the crucial moment he has been halted
despite his infallible efficiency. So it was in both
his gigantic drives for Paris and for the Channel
ports. Every detail of the offensives was plotted
in advance, every imaginable contingency provided
for, every cog and belt in the marvelous machinery
of Prussianism perfectly adjusted. Yet the Hun
was checked almost in sight of his coveted prize
and hurled disastrously back. So, too, with his
most pretentious conquests. He overran Belgium,
but he failed to break her spirit or to destroy her
gallant army, which today is driving him back to
ward his own border. He crushed Serbia under an
iron heel, but in the last few weeks a revitalized
Serbian army, supported by Entente troops, has
laid low his Balkan hopes—so low that Rumania
herself will burst her bonds and return to battle.
In Russia the Hun came nearer than anywhere else
to a consummation of his plans; but even there his
best laid schemes are going all awry and threaten
ing him with ealamitous results.
He almost won the war, but in the end he lost
it. He almost escaped decisive defeat, but at last
he will be completely crushed. German efficiency
is the efficiency of the criminal who in spite of all
his cunning leaves uncovered some trivial clue that
betrays him to justice. The sorriest of fools are
they who match their wits against the Everlasting.
DOCTORS AND NERVES
By H. Addington Bruce.
MEDICAL men of today are far better trained
for their calling than was the case' a gen
eration ago. But there still are some im
portant respects in which the average medical man
is not nearly so well trained as he might be and
ought to be.
One of these is in the treatment of functional
nervous and mental disorders —those widespread
maladies to which has been given the forbidding
medical name of the psycho-neuroses.
The average medical man is sadly at a loss
when consulted by a nervous patient. He would
much rather have almost any other of patient,
as is frankly conceded by leaders in the medical
profession.
“Very few doctors,” says Dr. Richard Cabot,
“have ever been trained to treat a psycho-neurotic;
very few have any interest in it.
“The attitude of many a doctor is expressed in
his desire to run out the side door when one of
these patients appears at the front. He hates them,
but cannot afford to show it.
“Yet nobody will help this type of patient who
doesn’t feel a very keen interest in him, and find
the disease fascinating to study.”
What makes this unfortunate state of affairs
doubly unfortunate is the fact that, as Cabot spe
cifically points out:
“Half of any general practitioner’s ordinary
work is concerned with some type of psycho-neu
rosis; not half that the neurologists do, but half
that all the doctors in the country are doing today,
is to treat psycho-neurotics.”
• This may seem unbelievable. But it is not an
overtsatement.
The dyspepsias, headaches, backaches, abdomi
nal pains, sleeplessness, etc., that give the doctors
mest of their business are, in the great majority,
merely symptomatic of some functional nervous or
mental trouble.
That is to say, they are usually due not to any
specific malady of the stomatch, bead, back, or
other affected organ, but to fear, worry, anxiety,
or kindred mental state that has reacted badly on
the functioning of the organs in question.
What the patient chiefly needs, therefore, is
treatment that will put him and keep him in a
healthy attitude of mind. He does not need pills,
but he very much needs education of his will, train
ing in the control of his emotions.
He may need to be given an entirely new phi
losophy of life. He is sure to need to be assisted
and guided away from a morbid tendency to think
too much about himself.
Alas! this is a kind of treament in which the
average doctor is not skilled. Nor will he become
skilled in it until the study of psychology—with
particular reference to the relations of mind and
body and the psychology of character building—is
made a compulsory study in every medical school
in the land.
(Copyright, 1918, by the Associated Newspapers.)
OBEYING THE LAW
“Gasless Sundays” prove the possibility of what
may be done without law when the sentiment of
the country is back of a movement which has a
distinct social value, as over against the passing of
legislation which doesn’t have the backing of the
people.
It's as much as a man's social life is worth to
run his automobile for a pleasure trip on Sunday—
if his neighbors find out about it. He’d be com
pelled to move to another community or else would
have to face a “boycott” which would make him
decidedly uncomfortable.
There are certain so-called “blue laws” on the
statute books in some states, to which nobody pays
any attention. They are laws which were made to
suit the fancy or perhaps meet the needs oT an
other generation, but the legislatures in these
states haven’t had the courage to annul them.
It would be almost impossible to secure the
conviction of anyone who might break these laws.
But—for fear that somebody might jump to
the conclusion that it’s bad business to pass any
kind of legislation unless it has the almost unan
imous approval of the people, and unless the peo
ple may be depended upon to keep these laws, let’s
remind ourselves that the ten commandments have
never been annulled, although every one pf us
breaks one or more of them every day of our lives.
There are at least two.kinds of laws which af
fect the life of the community—laws having a so
cial basis, and laws having a moral basis.
While all social laws may have a moral basis,
there are certain laws which are distinctly moral
in their nature.
The latter are fundamental in character and
will never change. The former are really appli
cations of the principles found in the ten com
mandments which are formulated according to the
judgment of our lawmakers.
It is concerning these that there is often <1 dif
ference of opinion. But regarding the great moral
principles themselves these should be no dispute—
and usually there is none, excepting among those
who are in the great minority, and who care noth
ing about morality or common decency.—Rev.
Charles Stelzle.
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
“What’s your business?” queried a judge in an
American court of a prisoner.
“I am a sailor,” was the reply, in a rich Irish
brogue.
“A sailor! I don’t believe you ever saw the
ocean,” declared the justice.
“Does your honor think I came from Ireland in
a wagon?” quickly retorted the ready Celt.
Mr. Youngbride was reaching that stage in his
married life when a flaw or two was visible. She
was still pleasing to the eye, but her efforts in the
culinary art left something to be desired. He said:
“Peggy, this soup seems very thin. What did
you use for stock?”
Peggy pouted. Said she:
“Why, you see, the food controller advises us
to use the water food has been boiled in, so I used
the water from the boiled eggs.”
HOW PORTO RICO FEEDS HERSELF—By Frederic J. Haskin
WASHINGTON, D. C., Sept. 21. —“A sandwich
of sliced boiled batata spread with cocoa
nut butter and bits of shredded cocoanut;
a dish of baked platanos, scalloped auguacates;
chocolate with cocoanut milk and a suck of the
sugar cane, reads a menu of a Porto Rican food
conservationist.
Porto Rico, like the rest of the United States,
must conserve. She is, for all such purposes, as
much a part of the nation as any state. But when
it comes to procuring food, she is an island sepa
rated from the mainland of supplies, as is England.
This fact was brought poignantly home to the
Porto Ricans when, on June 2, the steamship Caro
lina was sunk by a German submarine. Suddenly
they realized that their problem was different from
that of the mainland. If anything should cut their
connection with it, it would not be a question of
conserving for the allies, but of finding food for
themselves. The town would be panic-stricken.
It was obvious that, while obeying the orders of the
food administration to save wheat, fats, meat and
sugar, they must also learn to use their’ own prod
ucts wherever possible, and must increase their
production of such foodstuffs.
Fortunately this possibility had been foreseen
by the department of education, and as early as
August, 1917, according to the report of the chair
man of food production and home economics, Porto
Rican division of the woman’s committee, Council
of National Defense, a plan was started to make
Porto Rico self-supporting in her food supplies.
First of all, a two weeks’ summer course for
teachers was held to study the new work for the
coming year, which was to instruct the students
of the schools and their families in war diet, and |
utilizing local products. During the year cooking
classes were conducted in forty-two towns. These
classes were not only in conservation cooking, but
also in Porto Rican cooking.
It was a simple matter to omit pies and cakes
and wheat bread, from the school menu cooking
lessons. The question was, what should be sub
stituted? Corn was not used in Porto Rico in any
quantity; what was, was imported. Rice and
potato flours would all have to be imported. And
it was from this dependence upon importation for
the staff of life that the Porto Ricans had to be
freed.
It was found that Porto Rico is specially blessed
with vegetables rich in starch. This starch can
readily be extracted by a simple home process.
The vegetable is peeled and grated, covered with
water, and allowed to' stand for several hours. The
pulp is then strained out, the starch allowed to
settle, the water poured off, and the starch dried
and sifted. In all cases it is fine and white and
serves as well as flour or cornstarch. In order to
prove to the people that starch is starch, whether it
comes from a vegetable or a grain of wheat, and
that it furnishes as much nourishment to the body,
collections of starch were made illustrating the
varying amounts extracted from equal quanutities
of vegetables. These collections were ex
hibited and explained to the public. They were
also used with great success in all school recipes,
except bread, calling for flour.
The next step was to teach the«substitution. In
place of bread, boiled or baked batata, baked plata
nos and other vegetables must be used. For sand
wiches, slices of boiled yautia and boiled batata
were spread with peanut butter or shredded cocoa
nut.
At the University of Porto Rico a dryer was in-
THE INTERRUPTED CAREER—By Dr. Frank’ Crane
My dear boy, thus wrote Uncle Fred to his
nephew Charles, who had been drafted into the
army and was learning to be a soldier in a military
camp, I have been thinking about the conversation
we had the night before you left home.
Since your father died I have felt as if you were
my own son, and I am sure my interest in you could
not be livelier were I your real father.
I recall that, while you were loyal in your atti
tude and perfectly willing to give your life for your
country, at the same time there was a tinge of sad
ness upon your spirit at the thought of your inter
rupted career.
You had made a splendid beginning in your pro
fession. No young lawyer of my acquaintance had
prospects more brilliant than yours. You had put
in years of training at school and college. At the
age of twenty-nine you found yourself with a prac
tice that many an older man envied.
It seems hard to have to give this all up, to throw
all this preparation to the winds, put on a uniform,
and devote your energies to the work of a common
laborer. You are now cooking, scrubbing, hiking,,
learning how to handle a gun and dig a trench.
It does seem inconsequential to prepare a man
for ten years to use his brain and then put him to
using his hands.
You took your medicine like a man, however,
and went away smiling, but I have been thinking it
over and perhaps my thoughts may assist you to
“FOH AH’M COMIN’,” SAID SERGEANT BUTLER—By Herbert Corey
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMY IN FRANCE,
Aug. 24.—“Wh00-ee,” said Sergeant Wil
liam Butler, of somewhere in New York
City. “Whoo-ee, you Bush Germans. You wanna
look out foh me—foh Ah’m cornin’.”
His colonel quoted Sergeant Butler in this
statement. His colonel commented, smilelessly,
that what Sergeant Butler said was perfectly true.
The other men of Butler’s platoon said, according
to the colonel, that:
“Dat Mistah Butler, he suttenly did come a-fog
gin’ and a-rarin’ thoo that theah darkness.”
It was on the night of August 17 that Captain
Joe Outwater's company had a cage barrage drop
ped over it. Outwater is from New York, by the
way. ’ Inside the cage the Boche dropped a little
gas. Not much, but enough to be unpleasant. The
whole situation was as badly scrambled as dropped
eggs. There were no pleasant, clearly outlined,
definite trench lines bounding the position—a sort
of formal garden of war in which the men might
wander. The position was held by strong points,
and old trench lines squirmed around No Man’s
Land like dusty and aged snakes. Patrol parties
used to get lost in these old boyaus. Sometimes
they got clear inside the other fellow’s line.
In one of these strong points on Outwater’s
front sat Lieutenant G. R. Jones. Jones is from
Alabama.
Jones began to be worried at his strong point.
The night was dark, and there was gas in the air,
and the shelling indicated some concerted action
by the Boche. He tried to peer into the darkness
over the parapet. Then he gave that up as hope
less and stooped over to pick up a flare cartridge
from the box at his feet. As he stooped a large
Boche leaped on his back and Jones and the Boche
went to the dirt together. The Boche's thick hands
were about Jones' throat:
“Silenz!” hissed the Boche. “Silenz.”
It was a perfect surprise raid, of the sort the
Yanks themselves like to pull off. Seventeen Ger
mans were in the surprise group, although it later
developed that three other groups were wandering
about in No Man’s Land. A sufficient number of
these Germans had jumped on Jones and the four
men in his strong point to flatten them out. Not
a man on either side spoke. There was a wordless
wrestle in the darkness. Then the Yanks quit
fighting when they felt the hard ends of pistols
jammed against their short-ribs.
“Come,” said their captors. "On your way”—
or the German equivalent for that phrase.
The five Yanks and the Germans noiselessly
climbed out of the strong point and started off
down a communication trench for the exit into
No Man’s Land. Somewhere down the line an
inspired soul set off a flare. Its nasty green light
showed to Sergeant William Butler a line of Ger
man figures. At the head of the line were set
Lieutenant Jones and his four men, to stop any
bullets that might be sent that way. Mr. Jones
and the Germans saw Sergeant Butler by the
stalled and excellent results obtained in the making
of flour from yautia and batata. Sun-drying is im
possible on account of the large amount of mois
ture in the air, but air currents artificially heated
and propelled by electric fans brought results. The
vegetable dries in from six to ten hours, depending
upon the uniformity with which it is sliced. Four
pounds of yautia will make one and one-half pounds
of flour when dried. This flour gives a slight tan
color to batters and doughs, and combines excel
lently with cornmeal in the making of muffins and
cornbread, serving to -keep the cornbread moist
for several days, instead of letting it dry and crum
ble as when meal alone is used.
The use of cornmeal as a substitute has been
extended. Prior to the war, what was used was
imported and in small towns it was available per
haps once a month, only when a smaller grower
ground it. Twenty-four recipes have been distrib
uted, and now its use is general, not only in bread,
but as a substitute in pie crust.
As to fats, the problem of the Porto Ricans was
not substituion, but replacement. Butter has not
been carried by local stores since November. The
price of lard is prohibitive to poor people. Other
substitutes on the American market are not avail
able. There was no choice; new fats must be
found. Local fat supplies were, therefore, studied.
Cocoanut butter was made by churning the cocoa
nut milk by the same process used to produce
creamery butter. This is used on breads and vege
tables. Ccoanut oil is used for frying, and cocoa
nut milk to provide the fat in boiled and scalloped
dishes. The cocoanut milk is extracted and bottled
in the schools. In the rural districts, cocoanut
| milk is being used in coffee.
The use of aguacates, known in the United
States as alligator pears, and the native cocoa in
chocolate were encouraged because of the fat con
tents of these products.
Like other people intent on saving meat for the
allies, Porto Ricans have learned to use more and
more fish. Fortunately their coastal waters abound
with good varieties that Porto Ricans had forgot
ten how to catch and to enjoy. A special campaign
pointed out the value of fish in a diet, and brought
forth large catches. Porto Rico also produces
beans, peas and peanuts and their planting has been
stimulated.
Sugar cane abounds in Porto Rico and so, mere
ly to feed herself if cut loose from American com
merce, she need not economize it. But here she
practices the sacrifice of self for the allies which
makes America, deny herself wheat flour. Candies
are eliminated and fresh fruits used as sweets. *
In order that Porto Rico may become really
self-supporting, she must not only learn to use
her own products, but she must increase her crops.
So there, as here, ‘the Liberty garden has, been
popular. Flower gardens have been plowed up
and put in beans and gandulas; vegetable gardens
have been enlarged, and when land was not avail
able, five gallon oil cans have been cut in half
lengthwise and laid end to end around the patio
and filled with earth.
The year’s program ended with a Conservation
and Liberty campaign. Studies of certain topiqp
during the day in the schools were followed at
night by speeches on the plaza and at the moving
picture shows. On Friday the subject was “Make
Porto Rico Self-Supporting as to Food.” Satur
day was Ijoyalty day with a conservation parade
and the signing of pledges by those who had not
i already done so.
remove any roots of bitterness that may remain in
your mind. And my thoughts succinctly are these:
(1) The years you may be called on to spend in
the army will not be lost to you. You will come
back to your profession with a fresher and wider
mind.
(2) When this war is over you will be gladder
that you went into it than you would be if you had
stayed out.
(3) It will be a lot easipr to explain to others
and yourself why you went in than it would be to
explain why you did not.
(4) I believe every man's life is a plan of God,
as Bushnell says. No man can control destiny. The
wise man adjusts himself to it. When all is over
you are going to arrive at the mature conclusion
that going into the army was the best thing that
could have happened to you.
(5) You are up against one of the stubborn)
verities. Everybody finds some time in his life i
great boulder-like facts that will not budge. These •
things make us or break us. They are set for our|
salvation or our undoing.
I am sure that you will face this enforced dis-,
cipline in that spirit that shall make it become for;
you one of the strongest pillars of your life and
character.
Yours is not an interrupted career. God is!
simply taking a hand in it. - j
(Copyright, 1918, by Frank Crane.)
same flare. He used to be a Pullman porter in t
New York City. His eyes and teeth are very white.
They made a grand effect against the dark back
ground, under that nasty green light. Butler had
his automatic rifle at the ready.
BUTLER WAS READY
“Don’t shoot, Sergeant,” howled Jones. “It’s,
only me.”
He doesn’t recall just why he made the state
ment in that obviously inexact form, but that he <
made it at all is a testimony to his presence of •
mind. He furnished another evidence of this qual-i
ity immediately, for before the astounded Ger-i
mans could recover from this apparition of a wide!
white smile in the darkness, Jones had thumped ,
his Boche in the jaw and sprawled face flat. As he j
threw himself down he yelled to his four captured !
comrades and they flattened themselves likewise, j .
Over on his side Sergeant William Butler took a•,
long breath and issued that warcry by which he.
will remain famous. i
“Whoo-ee,” says he. "Look out foh me, you |
Bush Germans —foh Ah’m cornin’.”
. Butler just paraded around that No Man’s
Land with his automatic rifle and his two car-j
riers. They fired thirty clips of cartridges that;
night. They entered abris and cleaned them, and;
where they had no space to sweep with the au
tomatic they used their pistols. Butler held true,
too, for next morning one German was found with
his stomach cut open, as by a knife, and another
with his head sawed down by a stream of bullets,
and another with his arm literally chopped off.
He believed in concentrating his fire, Butler did.
Every now and then those in the strong points j
could hear him chant:
“You wanna look out foh me, you Bush Ger
mans—foh Ah’m cornin’.”
No one knows just how many Butler and his
pair of feeders got that night, for the Germans
carry their wounded off when they can. But he
got a-plenty. Next morning the regimental sur
geon on his rounds found Lieutenant Jones, of
Alabama, binding up a shrapnef wound in his leg. *
He looked at the wound for a moment, and then
said in that brisk, professional manner that is
the especial curse of surgeons:
“Ah, Jonesie! We’ll have to evacuate you for
that.”
Usually “evacuation,” with its weeks of idle
ness and cleanliness and good food in a well cared
for hospital, is a little touch of paradise. But
Jones swore at the surgeon in his best Alabama
style: ,
“You go to hell,” said Jonesie. “I’m going
to stay with the outfit. They’re fighting men.”
Expressions made obsolete by the war: The
terrible Turk, the autocratic czar, made in Ger- ‘
many, “Professor” Wilson, and money-loving
America. .*
General Rout is also in high favor at German
headquarters.
