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ATLANTA, 0A.
TITT! ATLANTA (TEOROTAX-
-TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1915.
Boy Describes Lite in Submarine
Carl List Tells How
U-39 Hunted
Prey
By CARL LIST.
(Continued From Yesterday’* Geor
gian.)
1 • A string of commands, a rum
ble of machinery, then a death
like silence, and I was told that
we were under the surface, in-
vlaible arid deep enough to let
ships pass over us. With my
pillowcase of clothes under my
head, I dropped on the linoleum
on the* floor of the messroorn.
Next to me was the mate. He was
fast aeleep and snoring, and into
bunks the submarine sailors
crawled, clothes and all. I fell
asleep at Inst that night, with
an electric light shining right In
my face.
The Inside of a U-Boat.
What did she look like? The
general effect of the shape was
that of a long cigar—some 200
feet long —cut up In sections and
gray Inside. Killed with shining
gear. It was one minute pounding
with noises and alive with mov
ing figures—the next silent as a
tomb, uncanny, men standing
still and alert, awaiting the next
command as if fate hung on their
actions.
Looking forward, you could see
the torpedo room, a mass of pip
ing. i■ Ivm and '’gadgeti " Tw<>
big fat tubes, level with the floor,
each loaded with the death of a
dreadnought—overhead hung two
sblnlr torpedoes, ready to be
lowered Into the tubes for firing
There was the captain’s room,
with its bunks for himself and the
second in command, and 1 snatch
ed a look at the photographs of
Von Weddigen and old Hlnden-
burg and wished 1 had a nice bed
like his to stretch out on. even if
the sweating seams above did
make the covers damp.
The navigator’s room came next,
with a bunk along the wall and a
desk for books and charts and
the like. Farther aft the two
lieutenants slept and. when they
had a chance, the engineer and a
warrant machinist.
Hot Stew Staple D'et.
Then came the petty officers’
Quarters, with the kitchen cutting
in. and here was the electric stove
and a pump from which the cook
dealt us our spare allowance of
water and handed out the alumi
num bowls with hot stew, our sta
ple diet.
In the messroom we. the ship
wrecked. stayed most of the time.
We washed pans and kept things
clean generally. The wireless was
stuck In the corner. The all-im
portant controller room was lust
under the conning tower. And
through all the compartments
came the rattling racket of the
twin Krupp-Diesel engines of «tx
cylinders each and 900 horsepow
er. You could not hear yourself
think when the submarine was
navigating, for the slamming of
the cam shaft, the chug-chu** of
the piston rods and the cough of
the air coinpressers. But they
were the boys for work never
missed a stroke and pushed the
boat from Wllhelmshaven clean
around the Blrtlah Isles and hack
without so much as a bearing get
ting hot and at eighteen knots.
J was told. I believed it!
But I liked best those electric
motors in the next room purring
away like a pair of cats, good for
ten knots under water. They never
ran full "need, except during an
attack. Einergine and submerg
ing we went as slow r as possible
to save the "Juice,” as when go
ing to the bottom for a snooze.
1 was told that never once
were the storage batteries re
charged during the entire trip.
Often I asked, but the men said
the batteries would hold out.
And the tail of the ship held
another set of double torpedo
tubes, with a reserve supply of
two torpedoes hung from above—
here some of the crew could sling
their hammocks.
The Brain* of the U-39.
Now, connect the mechanism in
all these compartments with the
middle one and you have the
brains of the U-39—the controll
ing room. It was next to the
megaroom where 1 snatched mv
sleep.
For days T stared at its dials
and gear trying to make out each
part and how it worked. The
conning tower was its nerve cen
ter From here the commander,
Kapitan - Lieutenant Foerster,
Foerstcr, handled the ship above
water as well as under sea. On
the surface his station was at
the conning tower hatch, a big
man, youthful, but with a worn
face, dressed in a salt-spraved old
uniform over a white sweater,
smoking a cigarette or snatching
a fried egg for a "mug-up.**
"Was. Uegt on”” (what
course?) he’d shout to the wheels
man below*, steering by the An-
sehutz gyro-compass before him
and peering over the sea through
the apertures in the conninr tow
er armor. When we were on the
surface two lookouts and the of
ficer of the deck stood watch out
side.
Runnin" below the sea in chase,
the captain would keep his eyes
glued continuouslv to the eye
piece of the conning tower peri
scope, turning it right and left
searching for a victim. The skip
per’s orders were relayed by a
messenger acting through sneak
ing tubes. There was no tele
phone.
Chief Engineer Excitable.
Der Herr Marine Ingenieur, the
chief engineer, an excitable per
son. manned the periscope in the
controller room. The periscope
showed everything plainly lust
like in an opera glass, and you
saw the ocean flat before you.
but divided by a vertical hairline
and a shadow of the wir$ stay
which protected the periscopes
from drag-lines.
The engineer submerged the
ship and brought it to the sur
face at the captain's orders. Be
hind him tw'o men operated the
wheels controlling the horizontal
rudders In the bow of the sub
marine. And their eyes were
peeled on the diving gauge which
registered the depth at which the
U-39 was running The dynamo
for thw gyro, a nest of speuking
tubes and the valves of the trim
ming tanks lined the bulkheads
of the compartment.
A Submarine in Action.
My first morning, someone
pushes a foot in my face—I woke
up- then Iota of action. "TAUK
STATION”—etanri by to dive.
\ gong rings. The men roll out
of their bunks—If you are in the
way you get hurt, as I (lid—
-leeping on the floor. The U-39
fc awake, but in silence The of
ficers and men reach their sta
tions. The submarine is .mo
tionless. ft has lain all night on
the bottom of the English Chan
nel I can hear nothing but the
shrill command to trim the tanks
from the engineer grabbing lh<»
handles of the periscope and
quickly turning It around.
With increased buoyancy the
T’-39 rises, but .slowly until Anal
ly the periscopes Just tip the sur
face, The engineer takes another
look, and his observations are
checked by the captain through
the conning tow'er ’scope. No Brt-
lsh patrol boats nor sneaking de
stroyers are around. The coast is
clear.
"AUBBLASEN!”—Empty tanks!
< ries the engineer, and free of
Its water ballast the submarine
leaps to the surface.
"BKIDE, VOLLER FAHRT.
VURAU8!”—Both engines full
speed ahead—and this order from
the conning tower throws the
U-39 through the sea at top
speed in chase of a smoke cloud
on the horizon Just visible in the
perisdope.
Grand Stand Seats on Deck.
We all get on deck dirty,
grimy and unwashed, hut taking
grand stand s*»ats. The IT-39
makes a neat curve and off we go
at a mad rate after the fleeing
steamer. There is no escape.
"Kriegs Fahne Auf.” Up with
the colors. Help to bring it up.
The 8.8-centimeter gun is cast
loose The gunner’s mate un
screws the water-tight tompion.
clamps on the telescope sight and
works the breech for a try. And
No. 3 breaks out the ammunition
from a hatch in the deck—the
cartridges come up in water-tight
containers, wrenched open with a
beer opener-like handle. The
gun crew hook themselves with
lines fastened in their belts to the
rail, like flremen to a ladder.
"Los.” The first solid shot
( rashes through the air and makes
a white splash ahead of the
steamer She slows down, stops,
but does not show her nationality.
What is she° British or neutral.
At fail .•speed the distance dimin
ishes. and with his glasses the
lookout makes out. her name—
Gadsby.
We semaphore her to get ready
her boats, to get her people in
them. There can he no lingering.
A destroyer might surprise us.
An aeroplane pot us. Her life
boats drop in the water and pull
ewav through the megaphone
we give th'*m the course to the
nearest land.
Describee Ship’* Sinking.
The gun speaks again, a string
of w hizzing shells. A gaping hole
in the GADSBY’B side—another
smash at the water line; sinking,
she rolls over and the loose stuff
rattles down her decks. The air
hursts through her hatches like a
bomb, and she vanishes Into the
deep under u cloud of smoke.
I hear no gleeful shoutings of
hate, no "GOTT STRAFE ENG
LAND” simply — "W1EDEU,
KIN WEG”—another out of the
way.
1 give a hand in taking down
the empty cartridge shells. The
submarine destroys everything of
tlie enemy’s, but saves every
thing of its own
The Day’s Work.
Whether convoyed or not, we
would chase any ship and sink
'em as they came along. Just In
a day’s work. If there w r as con
voy we would stay below and pass
them out a torpedo. For heavy
work, sinking battleships or big
liners, we had big torpedqes. hut
for lesser fry little ones—less ex
pensive and with a smaller war-
we had r
head. But
none to waate
—the supply was only eight tor
pedoes in all, two for each tube.
But most of the work was on
the surface with the gun. And
of neutral vessels we sank only
those hound for the Allies with
contraband. But we held every
thing up for examination and let
one Greek, a Hollander and a
Spaniard steam on, having no
contraband.
Many of the British freighters
carried quick-firing guns conceal
ed under tarpaulins and Invisible
at a distance, but there was rto
Jack of nerve in going after any
thing. Von Weddigen, I was
told, met his death chasing an
armed Rritish steamer. Com
manding the IT-29. he went after
a whale of a British freighter in
the Irish Sea, signaled her to
stop. She stopped, but hoisted the
Spanish flag As he came along
side the steamer let drive with
her two 4.7’s at the submarine,
sinking it Immediately.
"Sassing’’ British Patrol.
Often we would be in ‘plain
sight, of the Irish coast, ail hands
loafing around the fore part of the
conning tower, smoking, telling
yarns and waiting for something
to turn up. Afraid of the trawl
ers we were not—you see, we
could see them on the horizon be
fore they could spot us—nor did
we submerge until we got within
range of their "erbsenwerfere” —
beanshooters—and they could
make us out. We left them alone
— there were too many and none
worth a torpedo or the bother of
wasting shells. But we were
scared of destroyers.
Fast and thick they came. We
had stopped an English steamer,
and in spite of trawlers coining
up to the rescue we managed to
put a few' holes in her side, sink
her and submerge before they
came in range
Sometimes we got left. An
other time a big. fine wailing ship
rose on the horizon and we start
ed after her. But the i*atrol boat
got there first—-an hr ur’s chase
for notoing, and we ducked. "Die
verdarnmte trawler”—we ought
to sink her, said the men. She
was left in peace
Convoyed by four British de
stroyers, a huge passenger ship
escaped. We sighted her July 3,
6 a. m. Submerged, cutting her
course, and stood by to Are a tor
pedo. With convoys she was en
titled to no warning.
But the torpedo missed our
last. The convoys did not spot
ns. and we dropped below unde
tected. No one on board that .
steamer knew of their narrow.j
escape. I heard our captain say
that he was glad that he missed
the ship for the sake of the pas
sengers. "hated to think of the
dead and the poor devils swim
ming about in the water."
Five Ships in One Day.
Sighted two steamers, gave
them each warning to hea\e to—
knew they were British, because
they tried to get away; in fact,
no English ship stopped volun
tarily upon warning nor ever
hoisted her ensign, and to hide
her Identity the Caucasian, which
we mink July 1, had her name
scratched off.
Roth heat off in different direc
tions. We stood on a course for
the nearest fellow and sent him a
dose, enough to lessen headway.
Meanwhile, we chased the second,
firing while under way. He
stopped and the crew took to the
boats. The gun finished him.
bow first. We went back after
No. J, now waterlogged, and put
a few more holes, m that he
would sink faster. The people
were already off This was our
busy day—bagged five - were try
ing for the record, like every
IT-boat.
How They Went Under.
No two ships sink in the same
way. And when you get used to
it. it is an interesting sight and
gets les«* grew some. Borne sink
In five minutes, others take hours
—the air Inside the hull keeps
them afloat. Then we nass close
aboard and fire a round or two
Into the hatches or the decks.
With a roar the debris flies sky-
high and the ship Is no more. I
remember one big fellow, with
war material. When the hatches
went the air blast lifted a great,
huge motorboat lashed to the
deck and landed it in the sea.
Some stand straight up. with the
propellers in the air. the boilers
explode, the funnel is torn loose,
or the masts crash down. At
tim-»s a torpedo is needed to finish
the Agonv It must he complete,
an A-l Job. You might have
read of boat crews returning aft
er the submarine has dusted to
natch tin and salve the vessel.
This must not happen.
The prettiest sight I saw’ was
when The Fiery ('roes went un
der. Her long boat had just come
alongside with the ship's mani
fest. which was signed by our
captain and returned to her
skipper. The crew was already
in the boats, sea smooth. A lieu
tenant, torpedo mate ami a sea
man pulled over in our little
metal dinghy to the bark and
fastened three hand grenades to
her side. They all exploded, atid
with all sail set the bark settled.
Gradually the sea blotted out one
sail after another until the miz-
zen lay horizontally on the water
and the Norwegian flag broke out
red and blue against the ocean—
the laet of The Fiery <*ross, go
ing to her end under full canvas.
It seemed to me that when they
sank a vessel a good lookout was
not kept. Often I looked around
myself to see If some Britisher
wa» coming up. It was the only
time I was really anxious. They
might have been alert and I not
noticing it.
Living Beneath the Seas.
How was the air while sub
merged? Not so very good—you
could smell the atmosphere, like
irt a close room—it made you
sleepy. It w r as hard to keep
awake and you wanted to drowse
about, and it would hurt your
feelings to think.
But the worst of it was that
<ci«! not sleep—things hap
pened. Vou dropped as dead on
the deck and someone stepped on
your Insides as the gong sent all
hands lo their stations, even two
or three times a night. No one
took off his clothes, except maybe
to change them. No one washed.
All hands, officers as well,
turned In as they were, just kick
ing off their sea boots before
stretching out on their bunks.
The oilers and the machinists
never took (iff their leather suits
—all simply a mass of grease.
Worn to Khreds from constant
watch keeping, no one thought
about looks.
No wonder they called us the
"barbarians” in Heligoland. My
self. I never had my things off.
Had two clean-ups. Water was
scarce—there were eight more
thirsty men added to the ship’s
company when they picked us up.
Coffee arid stew made the main
part of the grub- the former to
keep you awake. From one of the
sinking British ships we got
some tea—and a Spaniard sold
the officers w-ine and Italian
cherries. And they bought butter
and eggs from a Dutchman.
With this hair trigger existence
there could be no regularity of
meals. The alarm, "Tauf Sta
tion!" might come at any time.
Down would go the big collapsi
ble mess tables, their supports
kicked out by the men rising on
the double quick, but silent.
Bread, coffee pot and aluminum
dishes flew in the air and the stew
spattered the bulkhead or your
face—it was touch and go, al
ways.
In spite of the heat from the
engines and their shafting, the
air was damp. When U-39 was
running below the surface the
seams in the ceiling dripped con
stantly, and even when she was
on the surface there was a trick
ling sweat of moisture. No wet
(lothing could he brought inside;
the orders were strict. Ever so
often, when near the surface, the
air was renewed, and if a man
found his head buzzing he would
ask permission to open the air
valve In his compartment—a pine
running through f he length of the
U-39—to get better air from the
reservoir. Always when the IT-39
v as navigating the roar of ma
chinery and pitch or roll kept the
nerves strained. Under water
there was no motion, everything
was as tftill as a rock; you would
not. know you were moving. 'But
on the surface in a bad blow. *he
rolled, but slowly. Some men
would get seasick—good sailors,
too.
The Men of the Iron Cross.
Without amusement below
decks, dull men were resting like
reeling prizefighters waiting for
the gong ^or the next round. One.
might pull out his bag and find
his clothes all mildewed and
• lamp, and try a little mending.
Or. he might have a "mug-up” of
smoked herring, with a cupful of
raspberry juice, a Liebesgaben
from home. Nothing stronger was
allowed on hoard. Or he would
shine his Iron (Toss and look at
it proudly at arm's length as you
do at your first watch. For every'
one in the crew had the Iron
Cross, second class, with the rib
bon. Captain Foerster and the
officers had the same, both first
and second.
And rightly they earned it —
even the extra money for each
dive—a dog’s life in a steel can
always on the brink of death. No
wonder they were solemn and
taciturn and their gayety forced
and momentary, with only an in
ward longing to get home. Each
torpedo gone, each sunken ship,
each expended shell meant a
shorter cruise and an earlier fur
lough. with a hug from the
Sehatz in the village.
But there was no brag, no hero
stuff—just men doing their duty
quietly and in a whisper, with
out hate and because of orders.
The officers took a businesslike
\ iew of their work and seemed
like cogs in the great machinery
- not humans. They had an in
finite faith in the U-39 and would
surely perish—first blowing her
up—before allowing capture. Of
the nets planted by the British
they had full knowledge and
charts, and would simply sub
merge and go underneath them,
just as they ducked the net-
sweeps towed by* the trawlers.
(The concluding instalment o*
Carl List's story will be printed
in to-morrow’s Georgian.)
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E
Hunt’s Defeat at Hands of Racey
Is Only Surprise in First
Day’s Play.
W ITH the exception of one match
in the first round, all matches
in this round were completed
Monday and part of the second-round
matches were also played in the elev
enth annual Georgia State tourney.
The dope ran true to form, and with
the exception of one match nothing
unexpected was pulled off. During
the day some excellent games were
played, and the gallery of spectators
who witnessed the matches were
treated to some good tennis.
No doubles matches were plaved.
This event will be started this after
noon. The ladies’ singles and the
consolation singles will be played
probably Wednesday.
Two feature matches were pulled
off during the afternoon, Nat Thorn
ton winning a pretty engagement
from Harry Hallman, while Jeff Hunt
was downed by Ralph Racey.
* * *
T HE Hunt-Racey match was the
1 only one of the afternoon which
caused any surprise. Hunt, who is
an immense local favorite, and who
went to the semifinals of the recent
Southern tourney, and who has twice
w °n the city championshin was
looked upon as one of the strongest
.possibilities for a winner.
Racey who. by the way, was the
runner-un in the recent open tourney
held at Asheville, and who is a native
of Palm Beach, Fla., couldn’t see him
that way, and, after losing the first
set of the match, came from behind
and won the next tw r o sets and the
match in easy style.
* * *
T HE Nat Thom ton-Harry Hallman
* match, which was played in the
first round, was also an exciting af
fair. Thornton finally won by a cour*.
of 6-1, 2-6, 8-6. The third and decid
ing set brought forth some of the
best tennis of the afternoon, and the
gallery was frequently moved to ap
plause by some especially brilliant
shot by one of the contestants. After
the match had reached the 6-6 stage
Dr. Nat took a rally and won the
next two games and the set.
All of the other favorites came
through. Ed Carter, winner of the
tourney last season, and also the win
ner of the Southern title in the tour
ney held in July at East Lake, reached
the third round handllv winning both
his first two matches in easy style.
* * *
^ARLETON SMITH, considered an-
other strong possibility, also
reached the third round. Smith has
two legs on the cup now, and a win
this year will give him permanent
possession of the challenge cup.
Among the matches to-day that
should he of more than ordinary in
terest will be the third-round match
between Carleton Smith and Bryan
Grant. The winner will be in the
semifinals.
The Ben Rhett-Nat Thornton match
in the second round will also be in
teresting.
The matches will start at 2; 30 this
afternoon. Spectators are invited to
hnny
THE LOST VOCATION.
"I ought to be a pug," said Vernon Cas
tle,
Who gazed at Mike and Packey In the
ring.
“For all they do le turkey-trot and
wrastle.
And Gaby-gllde and all that sort of
thing.”
The populace of New York probably
will pay a lot of money to see Packey
and Mike. It paid a lot of money to
•ee Dorando and St. Yves and Jonr
Hayes and that bunch.
Gambling is a vice that must be erad
icated from baseball. We have .sat in
the stand and .seen plungers wager as
much as two bits on a game.
Lorry Cheney was sold to Brooklyn.
Then Jimmy Lavender pitched a no-hit
game. All of which shows that Bresna-
nan Is a great strategist.
Larrr Cheney says he is satisfied to
play in Brooklyn. And then they say
that baseball stars are unreasonable.
John McGrow is said to have signed
a 15-year-old pitcher. John is capable
of handling the kid. He has had a lot
of 30-year-old athletes with 15-year-old
brains.
If Bresnahan sells an outfielder to
Cincinnati, everybody else on the team
will start hitting .700.
The twenty-one-player rule having
been declared null and void, all that is
necessary is to find the twenty-one ball
players.
Frank Gotch says he won’t wrestle
again unless he gets $35,000. We sus
pect that Mr. Gotch is not going to
wrestle again
Grover Alexander is one of the most
remarkable pitchers of the age. He
works out of his turn without making a
holler.
Being suspended by the Amateur Ath
letic Union may be a terrible calamity,
hut the vital statistics show that no
body has ever died of it.
Charlie White It afflicted with bolls.
It probably heats his blood when he
thinks of the chances he has had and
misted.
"The National League. ” John McGraw
is quoted, "has seen the rottenest um
piring in its history this season." John
is in his old-time form, even though his
team is not.
We are surprised to hear that Mc
Farland Is having trouble In getting to
147 pounds. He could make It easily
when he was a lightweight.
‘‘America." quoth an expert, "is wast
ing $100,000,000." Looking over the
standings of the clubs, we find that
Charles A. Comlskey is wasting more
than his share.
THE PRESS AGENT SLEEPS.
The Packey-Gibbons match is full of
quaint originality—they haven’t raised
a single kick about the choice of ref
eree*.
The world do move, so to speak. Once
we had $2 baseball and jitney movies.
Now’ we have jitney baseball and $2
movies.
It must be true that Bresnahan’s
pitchers are loafing on him. Jimmy
Lavender proves it by pitching a no-hit
game.
witness the sport.
Monday’s results are:
First Round.
R. R. Stewart won by default.
Jeff Hunt defeated R. A. Martin,
<M. 6-4.
Nat Thornton defeated Harr" Hall
man, 6-1. 2-6, 8-6.
Ralph Racey won by default.
Ben Rhett drew a bye.
R. P. McLarty won by default.
Ed Carter defeated E. L. Pierce,
6-2. 6-4.
Francis Scott drew a bye.
Carleton Smith defeated William
Matthews, 6-0. 6-2.
K. L. Scott won by default.
B. M. Grant defeated Stacy Thorn
ton. 6-1. 6-1.
Marion Brittain won by default.
Vernon McMillan won by default.
Frank Owens defeated William Mc
Kenzie. 6-2, 5-7, 6-0.
R. H. Cox defeated John Burke.
6-4, 6-3.
Second Round.
Ralph E. Racey defeated Jeff Hunt,
5- 7. 6-3. 6-1.
Ed Carter defeated R. P. McLarty,
6- 0. 6-1.
Carleton Smith deefated Francis
Scott, 6-0. 6-1.
B. M. Grant defeated K. L. Scott,
6-1. 6-3.
Vernon McMillan defeated Marion
Brittain, 7-5. 6-4.
TO-DAY’S PLAY.
First Round.
R. B. Holtzendorf vs. Eston Mans
field.
Second Round.
Nat Thornton vs. Ben Rhett.
Frank Owens vs. R. H. Cox.
Third Round.
Carleton Smith vs. B. M. Grant.
LIMBO DEFEATS SHUBERT.
NEW BEDFORD. MASS., Sept. 7.—
Young Limbo defeated A1 Shubert in
ten rounds la3t night.
Auburn Announces
1915 Football List
AUBURN. ALA.. Sept. 7.—The Au
burn football schedule, as announced
to-day, is as follows:
October 2—Open.
October 9—University of Florida, at
Auburn.
October 16—Clemson at Anderson,
S. C.
October 23—Mississippi A & M. at
Birmingham.
October 30—University of Georgia at
Atlanta, Ga.
November 6—Mercer University at
Auburn.
November 13—Vanderbilt University
at Birmingham.
November 26—Georgia Tech at Atlan
ta, Ga.
How It Will
Be To-night
SOUTHERN LEAGUE.
IF THEY—
Clubs. W. L. Win. Lost. Idle.
•New Orleans ... 80 55 .599 .584 .593
Birmingham .... 74 60 .555 .548 .552
Memphis 75 63 .547 .539 .54,3
Nashville 69 66 .515 .507 .511
•Atlanta 65 68 .496 .481 .489
Mobile 60 73 .455 .448 .462
Chattanooga .... 59 73 .432 .444 .447
Little Rock . . . . 56 79 .419 .412 .415
•Teams playing double-headers. If they
break even: New Orleans, .591;,Atlan
ta. .489.
NATIONAL LEAGUE.
IF THEY—
Clubs. W. L. Win. Lose. Idle.
Philadelphia 69 55 .560 .552 .557
Brooklyn 69 59 .542 .534 .539
Boston 65 59 .528 .520 .524
St. Louis 64 66 .496 .489 .492
Chicago 60 65 .484 .476 .480
New York ?,9 64 .484 .476 .480
Pittsburg 63 69 .481 .474 .477
Cincinnati 67 69 .457 .449 .452
No double-headers in National League.
AMERICAN LEAGUE.
IF THEY—
Clubs. W. L. Win. Lose. Idle.
Boston 83 41 .672 .664 .670
Detroit 85 45 .657 .649 .654
Chicago 77 53 .595 .588 .593
•Washington .... 67 58 .543 .527 .536
New York 58 65 .476 .468 .473
St. Louis 50 78 .395 .388 .391
Cleveland 50 79 .392 .385 .388
•Philadelphia .... 36 87 .304 -288 .293
•Teams playing double-headers. If they
break even: Washington, .535*; Phila
delphia. .296.
Kelley Proves Star
In Water Carnival
Eugene S. Kelley, star aquatic man
of the Atlanta Athletic Club, carried
off premier honors in the annual water
carnival at the East Lake Club held
yesterday afternoon.
The meet was a success in every way
and a large crowd of enthusiasts wit
nessed the various events.
The results w r ere as follows:
50-Yard Novice Race—Won by W. A.
Parker, Jr., 35 1-5 seconds; second, Up
shaw.
100-Yard Free Style—Won by W. A.
Logan. 1.12 1-5; Joseph Fraser, second.
100-Yard Breast Stroke—Won by E. S.
Kelly. 1.37 3-5; Upshaw, second.
50-Yard Back Stroke—Won by G. H.
Bonnell, 44 4-5; Glenn Evans, second.
Underwater Swim—Won by E. S.
Kelly, 50 yards; Bonnell, second.
440-Yard Swim—Won by G. Fraser.
7.15 2-5; W. A. Logan, second.
Diving—Won by E. S. Kelly; Rogers,
second.
Hopkins Winner of
Druid Hills Golf
The tourney against par held over the
links of the Druid Hills golf course, was
won by C. T. Hopkins, who was one up
on par at the conclusion of the eight
een holes.
I.loyd Parks, finishing even .with par.
was second. Dr. W. C. Warren, being
one down to par at the end, W'as third,
while W. C. Phillips and G. W. Brine
finished next in the order named.
A. Davidson made the low qualifying
score of the day, 79.
QUITS AUTO RACUNgTgAME.
DENVER, COLO., Sept. 7.—Louis Dis-
brow, who has a reputation of being one
of the most daring automobile race pi
lots w'ho ever held a steering wheel, has
announced that he will retire from the
racing game and become a benedict.
He is engaged to Miss Harriet M. Hen
ry, of Chicago. Disbrow is the son of a
wealthy New York family.
Thomas Jefferson "Father of the Declaration of Independence
T HIS noble founder of the Democratic Party immortalized himself by writing our Declaration of
Independence—the document which lava the foundations of Free Government, not only for our om
beloved land, bur for all the world. His countrymen twice elected him President ana will always
treasure his memory. Jefferson was the most ardent advocate of Universal Freedom of his time and
it was his wisdom and foresight which brought about die Louisiana Purchase. Every drop of his
Virginia blood loved Liberty, and because he wanted Americans to be assured of it for a!] time
he championed with aU his might and main the signing of thg Constitution of the UnitecTStates.
None of the fathers of the~RepubIic were more far- seeing than he and none knew better than
he that a mild brew of barley-malt and hops is truly a temperance drink. Hence, in 1816, he
wrote President MadisonCA Captain Miller is about to settle in this country and establish a brewery.
1 wish to see this beverage become common" Jefferson lived past his 83rd year and all his
life he was a moderate user of light wines and barley brews. It is unimaginable that were he
alive to-day he would vote otherwise than NO to proposed tyrannous prohibition laws. For 58
years Anheuser-Busch have been brewing the kind of honest barley and hop brews which Jefferson
hoped in his day to see the National beverage of Americans. Exactly such a beer is BUDWEISER.
Its quality, purity, mildness and exquisite flavor have won its way to the top. To-day 7500 people
are daily required to meet the public demand. Its sales exceed any other beer by millions of bottles.
ANHEUSER-BUSCH- ST LOUIS,US.A.
Visitors to St Louis are courteously invited to inspect
our plant— covers 142 acres.
Poole &• McCollough
Distributors Atlanta, Ga.
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Memphis Man Head
Of Golf Association
CHATTANOOGA. TENN., Sept. 7.
J. W. S. Rhea, of Memphis, was elects-
ed president of the Tennessee- Golf As
sociation at the annual meeting. R. M.
Watkins, of Chattanooga, was re-elect
ed vice president and T. Nash Bucking
ham, of Memphis, was made secretary
and treasurer.
While no definite action was taken
on the location of next year’s tourna
ment. the election of Memphis men for
officials practically guarantees the
tournament to that city.
Battling NelsonLoses
Twenty-Round Bout
JUAREZ. MEX., Sept. 7.—Bobby
Waugh, of Texas, defeated Battling
Nelson, ex-lightweight champion, in 20
rounds last night.
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JOE SHERMAN BESTS MURPHY
CHICAGO, Sept. 7.—Joe Sherman, of
Memphis, won a ten-round bout from
Jimmy Murphy, local Italian, last night
FRAMCRS Or THE CONSTITUTION OT TWE ttlATUft’.