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HEARST’S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, A.,
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER I, 19T4.
99 The Most Powerlul Novel ol
the Year, Now Running in
MAGAZINE
A Masterpiece of Love
and of the Blasting
Effects of Whisky
in High Society, by
George Randolph
Chester, Author of
the Famous “Get*
Rich-Quick WaL
lingford” Stories,
Strikingly Illustrated
by A. B. Wenzell.
, , w T’S the curse of the world. There is no hell
**| but whisky! Drink! It’s the enemy of man
J, and God. It burns the body and it sears the
brain!"
This Is the cry of Bow Wow, the chief character
in George Randolph Chester’s amazing new novel,
"The Enemy," now running in Hearst’s Magazine.
"The Enemy” is a new departure for Mr. Chester,
whose Wallingford stories have placed him in the
foremost ranks of modern novelists. In “The
Enemy” Mr. Chester has combined a wonderful love
story with a thrilling expose of whisky’s strength
and power to drag men down to inconceivable
depths.
Such a victim is Bow Wow. Once he was Har
rison Stuart, wizard architect and inventor, but
whisky has made him Bow Wow, and the story
finds him in Mike Dowd’s saloon, "The Sink.”
Billy Dane, rich, lovable, and the juvenile “hero”
of the story, is in charge of the erection of a sky
scraper, but in spite of his efforts and those of
his engineers the foundations keep shifting. Billy
and one of his foremen go into "The Sink” to have
a drink and talk it over. Bow Wow overhears their
conversation. His sodden brain for a moment
throws off the numbing effects of the paralyzing
whisky, and in a few words he tells Billy the cause
and cure of the trouble. Billy is so impressed by
this that he takes Bow Wow to his home, ignorant
of the wbisky victim’s real identity. Bow Wow is
handed over to Billy’s valet. In a frenzy of delirium
he tries to strangle the servant, but a few days
later sees him transformed. With his nerve still
on edge, but with clean clothes and clean body,
Bow Wow looks the gentleman that he once was.
The scene shifts temporarily to Billy Dane, who
with his chum, Tommy Tinkle, and other friends
Is having a gay evening at the club. At dawn only
Tommy Tinkle and Billy Lane are left. What a
Joke, Billy thinks it would be, to drive to the home
of charming Geraldine Bennlng, daughter of the
financier, "Three B” Benning, and take her for a
morning ride. But Geraldine does not welcome the
Drawn by A. B. Wenzell for “The Enemy.’ Reproduced by Permission of HEARST’S MAGAZINE
“You’re trembling!” Billy was almost in a panic. He took her hand and stroked her wrist. Geraldine came to the door
at this inopportune moment.
liquor-soaked youths and advises them to finish thel
spree before they call on her again. This they dc
clde to do. The spree ends by Billy Dane betn
dragged Into his apartment by Tommy Ttnkl
several hours later Bow Wow is about to take a
drink of whisky when he sees Billy brought In drum
and hurls the liquor Into the fireplace.
Geraldine is furious, but her father reasons wit!
her. “Billy 1r such a nice boy. And boys must b
boys.” But Geraldine is firm and refuses to se
Billy until, helped by Tommy Tinkle, he manage
to get into the house and beg her forgiveness.
Meanwhile Bow Wow has revealed his Identity a
Rtuart, the architect, to Billy. His whole idea Is t.
discover whether his wife Jean and daughter Tav.
are alive. Billy searches for and finds them. H-
is overwhelmed by Tavy’s beauty. Without telHn-
them the real object of hts mission, he learns thr
they are having a hard struggle to get along. Bill •
then returns to Stuart, who eagerly questions hir
“Billy, don't hide anything from me,” says Stuar
when the youth evades a question as to their flna
clal rendition
Billy blushed. This had been his day for feelir.
contemptible.
"Well. I don’t think they're rich. If that’s wb •;
you mean," he finally blurted.
“What’s their address?”
"Seventy-nine Vanheuster Square. North.”
"And you walked up four flights of stairs. T1 >>
means a cheap tenement! They were not In * "
telephone book. They were not in the tax li i
They’re poor!”
"They’re well!" Billy stoutly maintained. "Tuc
rest of it we’l! fix.”
Sfuar’ elenehed his kneecaps with his lean fin
gers and stifled a groan.
"They’re noor!" he renented. and set his teeth
together. "How do they live?”
"Fanev work.” plumped out Billy, driven fairlv
from cover.
"Weak!” That was the one word Stuart caught
the word wh'ch made Mm wince "T don’t under
stand it. I thought I left them plenty of money
unless Jean nsld certain outstanding rlaims whlc’
I had Intended to take care of myself. But the-
couldn’t have touched her monev That was wh
1 turned my securities Into cash for her.”
Stuart rose and paced the floor, keeping ste
wilh Billy.
"1 have something to live for!” he said, with a
thrill of new purpose in his voice. “God willing
I’ll mske what amends I can! I’m going down to
the office to-morrow”
Stuart smiled, and glanced at the portrait on th
mantel. It was a remarkably pretty face.
“Is my Tavy as beautiful as Miss Bennlngs?'
and there was a hungriness In the tone which ex
cused the bluntness of the question.
Billy stopped, stumred. The idea of compariso
had not occurred to him; and. to tell the truth, h
had not thought of Geraldine since noon, when h
had sent her some flowers. He looked toward th
portrait on the mantel and there was distinct worry
on his brow. He ran his fingers twice through h -
hair.
"They’re so different,’’ he puzzled; and then h
face brightened. "1 don’t think there could 1 ;
much question about It. Stuart. Your daughter is
the most amazingly beautiful creature I have ev« -
seen 1”
Continue this great atory In HEARST’S MAGf
ZINE for November, now on sale, and tee what bi
comes of Bow Wow, Billy, the “amazingly beaut>
ful” Tavv. and the stately Geraldine.
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By PROF. A.’H. SUTTON.
I X the war songs of a nation we can trace the
character of the soldiers who fought it
better than in the writings of historians or
the records of the governments.
Why is it that the soldiers in the trenches,
on the bayonet charge, in the cavalry raid
sing melodies of no musical merit and words
of no literary value and never sing battle songs
of true musical and poetical merit? An exam
ination of the well understood principles of
psychology makes this very clear.
Every war, at least every modern one, has
produced a popular song. The soldiers require
It and someone is sure to supply the demand.
Analysis will show that the popular war song
must possess (1) quick, swinging rhythm; (2)
simple words that express some common senti
ment. Higher qualities are sometimes accept-
abue, but not essential.
The soldier at the front, worn, nerves over
strained and removed from all that Is com
fortable or dear to 1dm, seeks a mental es
cape from his surroundings. A battle hymn
Is not what he wants to hear; lie hears it
in the whistling bullets and crashing artillery.
For mental relief his thoughts turn to home,
to mother or to sweetheart or to scenes of life
and gayety and amusement.
The song we have heard most about during
the present great conflict is “Tipperary,” the
favorite song of the British soldiers.
Some shallow observers have remarked that
this is not a very beautiful song. That is en
tirely irrelevant. It is a good, quick marching
song. British soldiers would not want to sing
“Drink to Me. Only With Thine Eyes,” or Schu
bert’s "Serenade,” during the intervals of fight
ing.
This is evidently the song of "Tommy At
kins,” the common British soldier, the English
or Irish laborer, who enlists for the sake of
excitement or because work Is hard to get. The
socially superior classes who are now said to be
enlisting in this national emergency have not
made their influence felt as yet.
Two very interesting facts may be learned
from the song. One is the importance of Ire
land to the British army. The other is the ref
erence to Piccadilly and 1-eieester Square,
whose gawdy joys are undoubtedly an attraction
“It’s a Long, Long Way to Tipperary”
Written and Composed by
JACK JUDGE and HARRY WILLIAMS
a . Chorus
It’s a long way to Tip - per - ar - y,.
It’s a long way to
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long way to Tip-per - ar - y,.
To the sweet - est
diers as singing the “Wacht Am Rhein,” and
“Deutschland liber Alles.” These, of course,
are fine, dignified melodies. It we nnd more
details we should doubtless find that the Ger
mans were singing many stirring war songs,
superior iri melody to "Tipperary,” but nol in
their inspiring effect.
During the Spanish-American War the favor
ite song of the American soldiers appears to
have been "There'll Be a Hot Time In the Old
Town To-night.” This air was sung, according
to the reports, during the attack on Santiago.
It reflects a certain reckless, irreverent element
in the American character, and is at the same
time an excellent marching time.
Probably the most popular of the many songs
sung by the soldiers during our Civil War was
"Tramp, Tramp. Tramp, the Hoys Are .March
ing.” This iias the necessary martial quality,
it is quite refined in character and reveals the
fact that the great masses of our people, includ
ing the most socially respectable classes, were
engaged in the Civil War as soldiers. The
opening line, “In a prison cell I sit, thinking
mother, ’dear, of you,” pathetically suggests the
happy, comfortable, family life from which the
recrulft had been drawn.
This song would probably lie found lacking
in “snap" by the ordinary American soldier
of to-day, and it would be too refined for the
British soldiers, who are singing “Tipperary.”
We have not yet heard what Is the favorite
song of the French soldiers during the present
war. The “Marseillaise,” which is one of the
most inspiring pieces of music ever composed,
was one of the war songs of the French sol
diers during the first revolution.
The words of the “Marseillaise” are as stir
ring as the music. They reveal to us that these
soldiers were engaged in the most passionate
and Inspired uprising of which we have any
record. They suggest to us that the most in
telligent part of the nation was engaged in this
lights which was Indeed the case.
It seems unlikely that present conditions in
France will inspire any such production as the
“Marseillaise." The French are now fighting
desperately for their national existence, and
we can not imagine that they have the same
sense of uplift and expansion as in the Revolu
tion.
When we receive fuller Information we shall
probably find that the Russian soldiers are sing
ing the finest of all war songs. The Russian
national anthem is admittedly the grandest of
all compositions of its class, surpassing the
“Marseillaise" in melodic beauty, though net
possessing its warlike quality.
The Slavs are the most naturally musical of
all races. Common Russian peasants and boat
men improvise at their work songs which would
lie beyond the capacity of very respectable
western composers. Some ingenious observers
have even argued that the great musical ability
of the Germans may tie traced to the large
admixture of Slavic blood in Mielr race.
Students of music will certainly be very In
terested to learn the songs the Cossacks and
the Moujiks are singing In their campaigns
against Germany and Austria.
War Not Friend, but Foe, of Eugenics
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Fare-well Leices-ter Square, It’s a long, 16ng
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way to Tip-per - ar - y, But .my heart’s right there.”
Copyright, 1912, by B Feldman & Co., 2&3 Arthur St., London, Eng. All rights reserved
(Published by permission of Chappell & Co., Ltd., 41 East 34th street, New York.
Sole agents for the United States of America)
This is the song that all the British soldiers and sailors are singing at the front.
to the British soldier. The two elements make
the rather crude words of the song popular.
Another famous British war song is “The
Girl I Deft Behind Me.” Although It is superior
to "Tipperary,” It has many qualities in com
mon with it. It has the same swinging march
ing quality and it also refers to the Irish sol
diers. It was the favorite song of the British
army during the Crimean War.
The English are not naturally a musical peo
ple, and we do not expect to find very fine
melodies in tlielr popular songs. The Germans,
on the oilier hand, are a musical people. The
reports have frequently referred to their sol-
By the Editor of “The Eugenics Review”
The Official Publication of the "Better Babies
and Better Race” Party
in England.
f - ^IIK relation of war to eugenics has been
j the subject of much controversy in the
A past.
There have been those who argued that war,
and the preparation of a nation for war. were
beneficial eugenic influences. The militarists
have urged that preparation for war necessi
tated the setting of a high standard of physi
cal and mental fitness, and that in countries
where conscription was in force this had a real
selective value, in that those rejected by the
State as unfit for military service were often
rejected by the woman as unfit for matrimony.
They also maintained that the ideal of military
efficiency, coupled with universal training with
a view to the general attainment of that ideal,
was bound to raise the average standard of the
race.
Extreme exponents of the war creed argued
that even war Itself was beneficial to nations,
in that the weaker race was crushed out. the
stronger surviving and taking its place.
In other words, they believed that the risk
of war was worth running because the prepara
tion for war wns good for mankind, and they
thought that this beneficial training could not
be secured on any other grounds than that of
preparing to make war.
On broad lines, it may be conceded that war,
in the earlier stages of the development of the
race, may have beneficial effects which may
(vase in more highly developed stages of civil
ization.
But what may have tended to racial advance
ment in tl»‘ past ages, when small communities
depended for their very subsistence upon
strength of arm, physical courage and subtlety,
has ceased to promote advancement in the more
highly civilized condition of to-day.
It is not necessarily the liest that survive
in the warfare of the present day. The young
est and the bravest of the race are certainly
diminished in numbers.
.Prowess in battle lias no “survival value” in
the biological sense, as regards the individual,
and little as regards the nation; for even the
victorious nation, though surviving and domi
nating, multiplies fron an inferior stock after
the war.
The struggle for existence which in the
earlier days of the human race implied constant
sanguinary conflicts between tribes had its
beneficial effect in Its owu time; but the strug
gle for existence commensurate with the de
velopment of the race to-day is on a higher
plane. To quote Dr. Sarolea, “The decisive
struggle for life in modern humanity Is not the
external and superficial struggle of the battle
field, but the permanent and deeper Internal
struggle of the city, of the laboratory, of the
workshop, of the home, of the soul, the strug
gle for political rights or legal rights, the strug
gle for religious freedom, the economic struggle
for a living or for a higher standard of living,
the struggle for truth.”
The British Empire, by reason of maintain
ing her army on a voluntary basis, must in
evitably suffer radically more than other na
tions. The battle death rate must strike her
unevenly and reduce the number of her males
among the class from which it is mi*t desir
able that she should produce the stock of the
future. In the countries with universal com
pulsory service, the reduction In effective males
will be spread over the entire population; good
and iatd will alike be reduced.
for active service. Those of the strongest
character, possesing most love of adventure,
tlu- greatest initiative, the keenest and the
fittest, will lay themselves out to be reduced In //
numbers. The sample of those killed will noi /
lie the average of the rare, but the best type '
of the rate. The cream of the rnoe will be/
taken and the skimmed milk will be left.