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LEADER OF THE ENGINEMEN
From farm boy, with few educa¬
■j in* tional opportunities, to a leader of men
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f now representing 55,000 fellow workers
in their fight for better working condi¬
W & li w. ' •-j/ ^ of tions Warren and higher S. Stone, wages, grand is the chief record engi¬
m mm n neer of the Brotherhood of Locomotive
A afcU-'' Engineers.
Mr. Stone has been the principal
, federal
8 . figure in tbe hearings of the ar¬
bitration board which undertook to
settle perhaps the most serious contro¬
w versy that has ever arisen between
capital and labor—the differences ex¬
f isting between 98 western railroads
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> and their 55,000 engineers and firemen.
£ fr Mr. Stone was born in Ainsworth,
•v. Iowa, in 18f>0, and when not working
on the farm managed to pick up bits of
knowledge in a small country school.
Six months in an ueademy also enlight¬
ened him somewhat, he claims.
HARRIS When nineteen he entered upon
A EWIftii his career, where he was destined to
become the champion of his fellow
workers. He was a fireman for five years and six months and later became
an engineer.
During his 25 years in a railroad cab he worked for the same road, the
Rock Island, and had the same run. This was from Rock Island, Ill., to Eldon,
Iowa, a run of about 113 miles, and it passed his home. Mr. Stone delights
in telling how every day when he’d come within distance of his home, he’d
let out the whistle and the folks, usually his mother, would always come to
the door and wave.
ENGLAND’S NEW SEA LORD
John Arbuthnot Fisher, Baron ----- ------ -----.—
Fisher of Kilverston, who succeeded
Admiral Prince Louis of Battenberg as M*
first sea lord of the admiralty, has long m
held as his motto, "The frontiers of i
England are the coasts of the enemy.”
The son of an obscure Highlander c ap¬
tain and a high born Singhalese wom¬ A
an, Fisher combined a certain amount
of oriental craft with traditional Brit¬
ish tenacity and reasoning. By sheer £
force of mind, strict attention to duty
and persistent labor Fisher rose, step /
by step, to the. highest rank in 1904. V' i •-S
But even then the commander accept¬
ed promotion with reservation. He
had plans for a reorganization of the
British fleet. British naval power then
was not nearly so great as it is today, y*:m w$M-y /
nor was it concentrated. In the old W
days the Mediterranean was regarded fe
the ■■•
as scene of possible activities.
Fisher saw a change had been brought
about in England’s political relations h
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and that consequently the North sen
would be the future fighting place. As a result, when the British empire
entered the present war perhaps 86 per cent of the country’s naval strength
was in home waters.
Fisher knows his officers. “Confound him!” said one who served in the
West Indies, “1 believe he knows how many drinks 1 take every time 1 go
ashore. ’ Fisher is silent, and discreet. He is averse to publicity.
WOTHERSPOON’S NEW JOB
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Governor-elect Whitman of New
York sprung a surprise on the politi¬
cians by announcing that he had se¬
lected Maj. Gen. William Wallace
Wotherspoon, late chief of staff of the
United States army, for state superin¬
tendent of public works, and that Gen¬
eral Wotherspoon had accepted the
post. Mr. Whitman described him as
y.-y "the best man in the country for the
position." General Wotherspoon ■
was
retired from the army on November
j 1 because he was sixty-four years old.
His pay on the retired list is $6,000 a
year. His salary from the state of
K New York will be $8,000.
General Woiherspoon is not a
M. ■ West Point graduate, A son of the
late Assistant Surgeon Alexander S.
Wotherspoon, who served in the Mexi-
can war. he enlisted in the navy. He
found he preferred the army and won
an appointment as second lieutenant
in the Twelfth infantry. He served
in “any parts of the West under Gen¬
eral . Miles, .... General , Crook „ and others. In 1891 he took charge of Geronimo s
Apache hand when they were exiled to Alabama, m 1899 he (vent to the
I hilippines and stayed there three and a half years.
SAVED THE NATION MILLIONS
“The man who has saved the r.a
tion millions” is the manner in which
David Watson Taylor, the new chief
constructor of the United States navy,
has been described. His achievement
in this particular is not the product
of economy alone, but directly the
fruit of his rare scientific attainments.
“Dave” Taylor, as his intimates
call him, was born in Louisa county,
Va., March 4, 1864. In 1881 he entered
a cadet the to cadet the l nited engineers academy, engineer. States were and Naval In appointed their those academy days yearly as 25 m mmmzem IP i *S: mm n
admission O Y
was determined by competitive exami¬ pimm
nations of candidates from the w ■
at large. For country
a country-bred lad edu¬ l
cated mostly under his father’s roof
the manner in which young Taylor L. &
aminations acquitted soon 130 showed candidates after that hi^'elf was he entering he would spectacular. at passed the Annapolis entrance No. C Out 2, and ex- he of fejwtatr* £«rm f r
not be content
with second place. At graduation he not. only headed his class, but he had
won by his work the highest percentage of marks of any naval academv grad-
that institution. f tUUt With T his he record he rnade has never since been equkled at
academic days finished he was ordered to sea for
the usual two years’ tour afloat, but after a short cruise on the European
station he was detailed, in October, 1885. to the Royal Naval college. Green-
wicb, England, for a three-years’ course in naval architecture.
Chief Constructor Taylor is even more than a naval architect; he is a
marine engineer besides. This is an unusual combination of technical talents.
THE CARNESVILLE ADVANCE. CARNESVILLE. GEORGIA.
Employees May Buy Stock
Atlanta, Ga.—The American Tele¬
phone and Telegraph Company an¬
nounces that arrangements have been
made by which employees of the Bell
System who have been two years or
more In the service and who so de¬
sire may purchase stock of the com
puny for $110 per share on easy terms
of payment.
No employee can purchase more
than one share for each $.300 of annual
wages he receives nor more than ten
Shares, whatever his wages.
The terms of payment will be $2
per share per month beginning with
March, 1915, and the quarterly divi¬
dends paid on the stock will go to¬
wards paying for it after dedutcing in¬
terest at 4 per cent per annum on the
unpaid balances.
The American Company has paid 8
per cent dividends for seven years,
and it is calculated that dividends at
this rate and the $2 per share per
month payments by employees will
pay for the stock in full by November,
1918. Any employee who so desires
can after March 1, 1917, but not be¬
fore, pay in the balance on his stock
and receive his stock certificate.
Should an employee leave the serv¬
ice or die before his stock is fully
paid for, file amount he has paid in
pins the accumulated dividends (less
4 per cent interest) w ill be paid back.
The American Telephone and Tele¬
graph company is the parent company
of the Bell Telephone system which
operates or connects with eight and a
half million telephone stations,
throughout the United States.
It has about 60,000 stockholders
and 160,000 employees. Its issued cap¬
ital stock is nearly $850,000,000 and is
quoted on the Stock Exchanges at
about $118 per share.
The company makes it plain that no
employee is under any obligation to
buy stock, but it is believed that a
considerable number of employees will
take advantage of tills opportunity to
save a little mc^iey every month and
invest it in the business.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD SAVE
HER hair combings. We will either
buy them and your cut hair, or make
you a beautiful switch, curls or trans¬
formation. We match hair, any color,
length and weight. WE SELL
SWITCHES, curls and transformation
on EASY PAYMENT PLAN. We are
rhe biggest dealers in HAIR GOODS
and hair ornaments in the South.
Write today for prices and full infor¬
mation. AGENTS WANTED in every
town in Georgia.
THE S. A. CLAYTON CO.,
18 East Hunter, Atlanta, Ga.
Self-Sustaining Farmers
Rewards of a farmer are measured
in tlie products his farm furnishes him
directly rather than in dollars and
cents, according to the department of
agriculture, in a statement on the re¬
sults of an investigation concernf^fc
the farmer’s income, The average
farmer receives little more money for
His year’s work than he w'ould be paid
if lie hired himself out as a farm
hand, the investigation shows. In oth¬
er words, though he is in business for
himself, the average farmer gets little
or no money reward for his labors and
the risk and responsibility he has as¬
sumed.
Hogs Are In Demand
From the present outlook tiie hog
market is in a good position to take
care of fairly liberal winter runs of
hogs. Chicago packers give evidence
of a keen appetite for them now 7 . The
trade specialists scent a bullish situ¬
ation close at hand. Hog product is
declared to be the cheapest meat on
the market today and the domestic sit¬
uation welcomes a cheaper article of
meat food for the rigid winter weather
than has lately been available. Already
European swine herds have been de¬
pleted by war and, regardless of peace
war, the foreign demand must make
heavy drafts on the winter accumula¬
tions of pork now going into packers’
cellars.
Frank Answers Ex-Governor
Atlanta.—In a stinging card, in
which he goes quite fully into his case,
Leo M. Frank has replied to the card
of ex-Govemor Joseph M. Brown,
which appeared in a leadnig Georgia
newspaper after Christmas. In his card
Governor Brown took the position that
the law should take its course and
Frank be executed. Frank, in his re¬
ply, comments on the fact that no for¬
mer governor of Georgia has ever writ¬
ten a similar card, and he intimates
that the former governor had political
ends to serve when he wrote the card.
Given an opportunity, the true dairy
cow will redeem the finances of the
all-cotton devotees, but not until the
exotic vampire, fever-carrying cattle
ticks are exterminated on the dairy
farms. She enriches the land,
and with good farm management
she redeems all the effects of soil-rob¬
bing and the years of wastefulness.
Granted all this to be true, as is be¬
lieved. event the all-cotton raiser will
admit such evident facts, then why
lias not the dairy cow been accepted
as the solution of the South’s agricul¬
tural problem? ^
Experiments with plants seem to
bring them much nearer to human
being than was ever thought. Plants
are not a mere mass of vegetative
growth; every' fiber in them is in¬
stinct with sensibility. Plants answer
to outside stimuli, the responsive
twitches increasing with the strength
of the blow that strikes them. The
plant, like man, is intensely suscepti¬
ble to the impurities present in the air.
The vitiated air of tlie town exerts on
it a very depressing effect. According
to popular belief, what is death to the
animal is the life for the plant
ill OFFICIAL ERROR
By H. M. EGBERT.
"We are all agreed upon our verdict,
gentlemen?” Inquired the presiding of¬
ficer of the court-martial.
"Yes, sir,” answered Major Lafleche.
"Yes, sir,” repeated the other mem¬
bers, down to the junior one, Lieuten¬
ant Leblanc, who repeated the words
in a dry voice and licked his lips
nervously.
"It is the only verdict possible un¬
der the laws of war,” said Colonel
Boileau. "Let the prisoner be brought
in.”
Two noncommissioned officers led
the young fellow into the tent. He was
a fair-liaired boy, not more than two
or three and twenty. He faced the
court impassively, but the fear of
death was evident in his ashen face
and twining fingere.
“Jean Marchand,” said the colonel,
“you have been found guilty of the
crime of sleeping on sentry duty.
There is only one punishment for that.
Have you anything to say before sen¬
tence is pronounced upon you?”
"Not much, sir,” answered the boy.
“I had not slept for three nights,
owing to the forced marches. And the
sergeant put me on duty two nights in
succession, by error.”
“Let Sergeant Lavergne be re¬
called,” commanded the colonel, and
presently the sergeant appeared with¬
in the tent.
“Wae the prisoner placed on sentry
duty on two successive nights?” asked
Colonel Boileau.
“No, sir,” replied the sergeant
quietly.
He was not sure, now that they ques¬
tioned him, but having given his evi¬
dence, he did not want to get into
trouble. Besides, he hated the young
American who had returned at the
outbreak of war to fight for his fa¬
ther’s country.
Marchand, with his American ideas,
had been what is called a "lawyer.” He
had made trouble with the commis¬
sariat, with the little thieving corporal
who sold the hay; altogether he was
what the sergeant regarded as a bad
influence in the force—that is to say,
a man, nof a machine.
War had been declared four days
before, and the company was moving
by forced marches toward the frontier.
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A Little Old Lady Came In.
In war time sleeping on sentry duty
has, justly enough, only one penalty—
death. Marchand could hope for no
mercy, for his negligence might have
cost hundreds of lives.
He had been brought to America in
childhood, and had grown up an Amer¬
ican in every sense of the word. His
father, a silk importer, had prospered
in the land of his adoption, and two
months before, while on a business
trip to his native land, had died sud¬
denly. The boy and his mother had
hurried to France to adjust his affairs.
Then Mrs. Marchand had remembered
some old friends in Nancy, and had
gone there for a brief visit, while the
son settled the Paris business tangle.
Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue,
war blazed out. Mrs. Marchand, shut
up in Nancy, could get no new 7 s of her
son. And Jean, ablaze with new love
for the land of his birth, had enlisted
as a private soldier.
The tragedy of the affair was that
Nancy was not six miles distant, and
tbe mother, waiting there, did not
know but that Jean was in Paris.
Colonel Boileau faced the prisoner.
“The sentence of this court is that
you be shot at dawn,” he said.
The noncommissioned officers took
the young man to the guard tent. The
court-martial dispersed. It was eve¬
ning, and the company had been
ordered to advance no further till it
received orders.
The firing squad which had been
told off to perform the execution at
dawn whispered together. It was a
melancholy duty, yet a necessity, if
discipline was to be maintained, for
upon the vigilance of her soldiers the
safety of the motherland depended. In
his tent Colonel Boileau scanned his
war map, together with his aide,
Jacquevel, the captain who had en¬
deavored most strongly of all the
court to find extenuating circum¬
stances.
When the business of the night was
done Boileau turned to Jacquevel.
1 “It’s a sad business,” he said. “But
j a S cq uev n er7eI 1 t S y pecttftha\%oung r man
of more than the crime of which he
was accused. If it were only that I
should telegraph Joffre, asking for a
commutation of sentence.”
"Of what do you sdspect him, sir?”
inquired Captain Jacquevel.
"Espionage,” answered the colonel
briefly. "He is not a Frenchman. Did
you not detect his accent?”
"Alsatian,” suggested Captain
Jacquevel.
"Never,” replied Boileau. "1 spent
three months in Alsace. They have
the heavy Teutonic guttural in their
throats, not that North German burr of
Marchand>. I think—"
But what he thought wae never said,
for at that moment an orderly raised
the flap of the tent.
“A lady wishes to see you, sir,” he
said. "A Mme. Marchand of Nancy.”
Colonel Boileau looked triumphantly
at Jacquevel. “You see," he said. “A
prearranged thing. No doubt another
spy, passing as a relative. Well, show
her in, Louis. And we’ll keep her
when she comes in,” he added to
Jacquevel, "unless she can tell a plain
story.”
The tent flap was raised again and
a little old lady came in. Despite his
angry suspicions Colonel Boileau rose
and offered her a camp stool. For the
little old lady was so typically French.
“Well, madam?” he asked.
“My son has enlisted in your com¬
pany, colonel,” said the little old lady
triumphantly.
Yes, there was triumph in her voice
and all through the story she told him.
For Mme. Marchand had in secret
wished that her eon might not forfeit
his birthright, and, learning at Nancy,
by a friend who managed to reach her,
that Jean had enlisted, nothing would
satisfy her but that she must go to
the place where he was and see him
in the uniform which his father had
worn.
“And, thank heaven, he is here,” she
continued. “1 walked from Nancy,
starting at noon.”
“You walked from Nancy, madam?”
inquired the colonel incredulously.
“Six miles? Pooh! That is noth¬
ing. During the war of 1870, when my
Philippe was serving on the frontier,
I walked from Nancy to Paris. And
now I have come to see my Jean in
the midst of his comrades. To think
that, with all his American citizenship
he preserved his French heart—”
“Did you say he was an American,
madam?” demanded Colonel Boileau
gruffly.
“Assuredly. His father and 1 went
to America when he was a baby, and
he obtained citizenship at twenty-one.
But a Frenchman never forgets France.
Now 7 take me to him, colonel!”
Colonel Boileau sat staring into the
little old lady’s face. She was typi¬
cally French, so smartly attired, de¬
spite her widow’s weeds. Captain
Jacquevel coughed in a melancholy
manner and looked down at the
ground.
“My son is only a private now,” con¬
tinued Mme. Marchand. “But soon
you will see him a corporal, and then
a sergeant. He will be promoted for
gallantry upon the field and made lieu¬
tenant, then captain, major—who
know : s but that the end of the war
may see him a colonel?”
Colonel Boileau could find nothing
to say. For a long while he sat star¬
ing at the little old lady. At last he
arose.
“Captain Jacquevel, you will offer our
hospitality to Mme. Marchand until I
return,” he said, and, leaving the tent,
went to the guard tent.
Inside, between tw 7 o corporals, sat
Jean Marchand. He was seated bolt
upright, 6taring out into the darkness.
The terror had not yet come upon
him, fGr it all seemed like a disordered
dream—all the incidents since his en¬
listment.
Colonel Boileau led the prisoner
outside the tent. The corporals,
springing to their feet, saluted their
officer. It did not seem strange to
them that he should have come for
Marchand—nothing seemed strange in
times like these.
When they had gone a little way
Colonel Boileau shouted, “Halt!”
The prisoner faced him expectantly.
He did not know that the hour of ex¬
ecution bad not been advanced.
“Marchand,” said the colonel, “your
mother is here.”
Jean Marchand’s hand'went up to
his hat brim mechanically, in the man¬
ner he had learned.
"Marchand. you will die at sunrise,”
# Boileau. "But
said Colonel you will
appear before your mother and tell
her that you are a free man. She
will think that you have been killed
in action. Do you understand?”
The young man nodded, and Colonel
Boileau brought him to the tent door
and conducted his mother out to him.
Half an hour later a wagon, drawn by
four horses and escorted by a file of
soldiers, conveyed Mme. Marchand
back to Nancy. Her eyes were brim¬
ming with tears of happiness at the
thought of her son’s .future.
Jean Marchand stood at the colonel’s
door. He was awaiting the soldiers
who were to conduct him back to the
guard tent.
Colonel Boileau took him by the
shoulders and pointed southward.
"Yonder lies 'Eourville,” he said.
“The Army of the East is recruiting
there. Your future lies there. Offi¬
cially, you die at dawn. But Jean
Marchand is not a unique name, and
it is possible that another Jean Mar¬
chand may win honors in war and
serve the army of his mother land.”
(Copyright. 1914, by W. G. Chapman.)
The island on which is situated the
Eddystone lighthouse is the smallest
bit of all-the-year-round inhabited land
in the world.
II MY HEALTH
IS PERFECT”’
So Says A North Carolina Lady fa
Telling What She Owes To Cardui,
The Woman’s Tonic.
Mt. Airy, N. C.—Mrs. Ada Hull, of
this place, says: “About six years ago
1 got in very bad health. 1 suffered
terrible pains in my abdomen and
back. I dreaded to see the sun rise
and 1 dreaded to see it set, for 1 suf¬
fered such agony. No one except my¬
self will ever know how badly I suf¬
fered. The doctor said I was suffering
as a result of the menopause.
As nothing gave me any relief, I
asked the doctor if I hadn't better try
Cardui. He said, ‘It might help you,’
and told my husband to get me a bot¬
tle. At this time I was so weak I
could not lift my head, and my voice
was so weak, people had to lean to¬
wards the bed to hear what I said. 1
looked so bad and had .such a dark:
color that I looked like a dead woman,
and my relatives thought I would
never get up again.
I took one bottle of Cardui and it
relieved the pain and suffering so
much that my husband got another
bottle, and that improved me still
more. I began to strengthen and
gradually got well. I have now had
better health for six years, than I
ever had in all my life. I have taken
no medicine since, and my health is
perfect.
Cardui is the finest medicine «.
woman could use.”
Try it. At druggists.—Adv.
The Size.
Mother asked Davie one morning to
fetch a small cabbage from the grocer.
“What would you call a small cab¬
bage?” Davie asked.
“Oh, about the size of Jackie’s
head,” answered the mother, referring
to the younger brother. A few seconds
later a voice came from the doorway:
“Mamma, I’m taking Jackie with me
to measure by.”
IF HAIR IS TURNING
GRAY, USE SAGE TEA
Don’t Look Ola! Try Grandmother’s
Recipe to Darken and Beautify
Gray, Faded, Lifeless Hair.
t Grandmother kept her hair beauti¬
fully darkened, glossy and abundant
with a brew of Sage Tea and Sulphur.
Whenever her hair fell out or took on
that dull, faded or streaked appear¬
ance, this simple mixture w 7 as applied
with wonderful effect. By asking at
any drug store for “Wyeth’s Sage and
Sulphur Hair Remedy,” you will get a
large bottle of this old-time recipe,
ready to use, for about 50 cents. This
simple mixture can be depended upon
to restore natural color and beauty
to the hair and is splendid for dan¬
druff, dry, itchy scalp and falling hair.
A well-known druggist says every¬
body uses Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur,
because it darkens so naturally and
evenly that nobody can tell it has been
applied—it's so easy to use, too. You
simply dampen a comb or soft brush
and draw it through your hair, taking
one strand at a time. By morning
tbe gray hair disappears; after an¬
other application or two, it is re¬
stored to its natural color and looks
glossy, soft and abundant. Adv.
His Regular Cue.
Many a man who permits himself to
be led forth to musical entertainments
he does not care for will appreciate
the following:
“What made you start clapping your
hands when that woman stepped on
your foot in the tramcar?”
“I was dozing,” answered Mr. Cum-
rox. “I thought mother and the girls
were having a musicale at home and
one of them was signaling that it was
time to applaud.”
ENOS DYSPEPSIA,
“Pape’s Diapepsin” cures sick,
sour stomachs in five minutes
—Ti me It!
“Really does” put bad stomachs in
order—“really does” overcome indiges¬
tion, dyspepsia.* gas, heartburn and
sourness in five minutes—that—just
that—makes Pape’s Diapepsin the lar ¬
gest selling stomach regulator in tho
world. If what you eat ferments into
stubborn lumps, you belcL gas and
eructate sour, undigested food and
acid; head is dizzy am. aches; breath
foul; tongue coati 1; you. - insides idled
with bile and in. gestiblo was; , re¬
member the moment “Papes Diapep¬
sin” comes in contact wi G_ j stomacu
.
all such distress vanishes. It’s truly
astonishing—almost marvelous, and
tbe joy is its harmlessness.
A large fifty-cent case of Pape’s Dia¬
pepsin will give you a hundred dollars’
worth of satisfaction. weight
It’s worth its in gold to men
and women who can't get their stom¬
achs regulated, It belongs in your
home—should always be kept handy
in case of sick, sour, upset stomach
during the day or at night. It’s the
quickest, surest and most harmless
stomach doctor in the world.—Adv.
Hadn’t Noticed It.
Tomdix—\jur wife is certainly out¬
spoken, isn't she?
Hojax—Not that I know of. I never
met any one who could outspeak her.