The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 1, 1919, Page 4

‘PAGE 4. Ee THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE fees RR NG calc abap Nteac eel. bers Entére. at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matte.. aes GEORGE D. MANN —- - -__ Editor G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY, NEW YORK, Fifth Ave. Bldg.; CHICAGO, Marquette Bldg.; BOSTON, 3 Winter St.; DETROIT, Kresege Bidg.; MINNEAPOLiS, 810 Lumber Exchange. MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED PRESS Yhe Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for publication of all news ¢ edited to it or not otherwise ereuited in this paper and also the local news published je. ei". All \ights of publication of special dispatches herein are also_reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN. ADVANCE De. by carrier per year ......eererves +0 $7.20 Dui - by mail per year (In Bismarck) . - 7.20 ) 5.00 00 Day by mail per year (In state outside of Bismarck: Daily by mail outside of North Dakota ............ 6 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER. (Established 1873) <B> — FATHER PLANS HIS GARDEN Now cometh the season of the Garden Catalog when father spends his evenings mooning through the beautifully colored views of hollyhocks, sweet peas, turnips, ‘beets and so forth and mother watches him askance, fearful that this year he may decide to ‘dig up the front lawn for a garden patch or buy the apparatus for growing some red cabbages under glass in the parlor. There’s really no telling how father will break out when he be- comes a subject of self-hynopsis through perusal of a seed company’s enticing offerings. He generally figures on buying about $142 worth of seeds. Of course this is more than enough to plant a twelve-acre meadow and father has space for only a four by five foot garden, but there are so many delightful varieties of pleasure flowers and utilitarian plants that he declares it is absolutely impossible to cut down on his list. Brother suggests that father solve the difficulty by having a double or triple decker garden with layers of earth on stilts, a la the bunks on a trans- port. And, while father seriously considers the proposition, the family has a hearty laugh on him. At last as the time for planting creeps nearer and nearer father, upon the urgent request of the family and with his common sense finally on the job, cuts down his purchase to about $6. He sends off his check with a beatific smile. “You'll lose all your interest before the seeds come,” says mother, sorrowfully. ‘You won’t even plant them!” “Oh, yes i will,” says father. different this year.” Mother sifiles a wry smile. “That’s what you’ve been saying every year, for the past 15 lyears!” she declares. YES, SIR; “It’s going to be THEY SURELY WERE THE “GREAT DAYS ~* : We don’t know what has become of the neigh- borhood’s worst boy. Probably they have re- formed him out of existence. But when we were in our youthful prime every community had one worst boy. i Indeed, we believe there is village tradition to the effect that we held this role for quite a period, until we met our first love and became godly. But if there be any bad boys left’ we are sorry for them. ' They have taken about all the fun out of being the village cut up. Hallowe’en doesn’t even find a gate awry ; the Fourth is sane, and probably April Fool’s day has been stricken from the calendar, too. April first always was a joyful occasion in our sinful youth. There was a certain latitude given by public understanding, and for the.day we could do openly. some of the ornery things we usually did secretly. We could paint the pup and be-can him. We could remove the taps from the buggy wheels. And grease the top steps. And put a wet blanket over the school chimney. And send younger brothers to order vast quan- tities of staple and fancy groceries, to be delivered where there was.no house. And when the evening came, the first spring evening that was warm and mellow, with the awakening voices of the wilds that came to the town’s back door, calling to the wild in us, we could tick tack, and heave a few rocks at the teacher’s windows, and ring the fire bell, and entice the constable into a chase down a shady street, with a rope stretched a foot above the walk. : Not really. a mean bone in our bodies, you un- derstand, but just so full. of all the Viking and pioneer heritages that to risk something, and then run was delight undiluted... We don’t know what the ba dboy does April first now. Probably he goes to a picture show, and then goes home, and brushes his teeth, dons his nigthie, says his prayers, and goes to sleep. Starr, the Cherokee bandit, has been released from the Oklahoma penitentiary. He says he is through, with the rough stuff. Good boy. You make more money in the movies, anyway. : ‘The Berne conference suggests that the world governed by an international parliament, one private conversation, a congressman should know better than to tell it on him. There can be no peace while Italy is fuming about Fiume. Some day in the future there may be a politi:1 creed that isn’t political greed. All the nations want peace. The trouble ps that they want so many other things. Now that it has been‘converted to Bolshevism, we surmise that Hungary will soon be hungry. The man who patronizes a savings bank and has a garden to dig in isn’t interested in radical political ’isms. As a general thing, the man who doesn’t be- lieve in government authority doesn’t believe in a supreme authority. ‘ “T have but one merit, that of never despair- ing,” says Foch. You have that one of never bragging, Marshal. We could resume our liking of Goethe now if we had never read how he stood at the roadside, hat in hand, and bowed while royalty drove by. The Bavarian diet has passed a bill abolishing the nobility, and we wouldn’t be surprised at any time to hear that the nobility has evened the score by abolishing the diet. eo Tr. WITH THE EDITORS | LIKE CASTOR Qiu Sometimes its like taking a pure unadulterated dose of castor oil to think we have recognized in the Fargo Courier-News, the leading publication of the great Farmers’ movement—the movement of the Nonpartisan league. It’s mighty tough to admit to our political enemies that the Fargo Courier-News uses its columns for the same pur- pose, and even a worse purpose than the subsi- dized press of this and as every other state does, only for a more dangerous cause. We have been sincere in our belief that the Courier-News stood for everything that was for the ultimate good of the farmer and the laboring man and all classes in general, but:now we must admit it, our con- science. is “smitten.” wood pile” is out. We have found out through personal expérience that the Courier-News can put into print the most damnable lies with the sole purpose of discrediting those who are honest and ‘sincere in the things that they print and whom is concerned, as any “Old Gang Press” has dared to. The Courier-News has declared war on a paper owned and controlled by the Morton county and Oliver county farmers.—The Morton County Farmers’ Press—because for the same reason as Senator Mees was told by Townley to “Lie Like a D—— Horsethief”, observing the right to raise our voice and air the news and the facts of things not to the liking of Townley and his ring of dan- gerous associates. If the Courier-News thinks it can bluff the Morton County Farmers’ Press out of printing the news and informing its readers of the real issues of any matter.concerning them, it will have to get more Townleys, more Gastons, and more leaders than it has ever had yet. It can publish its hynotic articles every day, being that it is a daily, and we will take our chances at publish- ing once a week, as we do at present, and give the people the chance to declare which is the victor. Attorney General Langer was accused in the story in the Fargo Courier-News as dictating the editorial police of the Morton County Farmers’ Press—let us advise you Mr. Courier-News, and others interested, your charge is uncalled for, scurrilious, vituperative, black faced damnable lie, and you know it. You know that the charges you make in your conspicuous story of Tuesday morn- ing, is a column of lies from beginning to end. William Langer has given the editor of this paper no small going over more than once for our un- questioned support in his behalf. He has criticized us time and again for being insistent in our praise of his work. This paper has not been alone by any means and the Courier-News itself has glorified in no small way that it belonged to the rank and file that could praise the work of Langer. When Langer indicated to us that our suport was not in keeping with all his desires the editor told him, and, we believe he will verify the state- ment that we told him he wasn’t running or edit- ing this paper. We regret exceedingly to say that the attorney general has not five cents worth of stock in the Morton County Farmers’ Press. The directors and the stockholders control the policies of the paper and let us advise those who are inter- ested if The Northwestern Service Bureau which controls the league line of papers: had their way about it they would be the ones instead of Langer who would be controlling the editorial policy of this paper. Time and time again we have seen fit to consign their selfishly prepared editorials, to the wastepaper basket, and because we were at liberty to do as we wanted as free and democratic editors have a right to be. 2 In conclusion we will say that now and at all er to be elected for each one million of in- habitants. But im’t that too resonable to be s times we will print the facts so long as the people owning this paper will permit us. The Press is a molder of public opinion always and this paper is one place that the readers can rest assured that pet fondled stories authorized by a political ring. The press “nigger in the| all our stories are founded on facts that are not | °f SUNDAY, MARCH 30, 1919. THE SSS ‘A TEN-DAYS REST County Tribuae, is reproduc HOW THE BOYS BEGUILED THE, LINGERING HOURS AWAY. (By James Lloyd Cline, Company, B.,; 18th Regiment, A. E. F.) | “We're: goin’ to be here for a ten} day rest,” one of the boys of Company | “B” remarked cheerfully. i It was on the 15th day of July 1918; / we had just returned from the front! and were billeted in a large, three} story building in the village of Juilly, a short distance northeast of Paris. | We. considered ourselves fortunate. We were going to live in such a large; building and have a ten day rest, too:| We had every reason to expect a; lrest, as our division had been hold-| ing the line at Catigny since the 25th of April, and we were, more or: les# worn out and rundown with the hard- ships of trench life: We had been re- lieved a few days before coming to; Juilly by French troops and had been; transported there by trucks. Our platoon occupied the top floor of our giant chateau and we had our shelter- halves spread on the, floor for beds; not as comfortable as springs and mattress, but not “too bad” after all. We were ‘satisfied, and‘ contented. We were going to rest, and rest. Some of the boys were lying on the beds sleeping, some were playing cards; not gambling, for we had not been paid for several months. Others were in small groups talking about the debatable subjects of a soldier’s Kfe, such as, “Which is the best state in the Union,” “Is a nigger as good asj a white man,” “how much longer will the war last,” “are French girls as pretty as the'girls back home,” “when shall we get paid,” and other equally difficult subjects. The sergeant’s whistle blew, the de- baters stopped their arguments; the “Roll your packs right away and fall in,” ylled the sergeant! We could hardly. believe our own ears, but we must obey. There was! a scramble to roll the packs, but as} this was not the first time that we had rolled them, it took but a few seconds, then we filed: out of the building to “fall in” in “company | front” before the door of, our new) home. . The supply sergeant came! along, issuing us two extra bandoliers | of rifle ammunition; it could mean but one’thing ; we were going back to the front, and going in a hurry, too. | Shattered Dreams Our dreams of rest were badly shat- tered. The company cooks were pre-| paring the “chow” wagon for trans- portation on a truck; that meant no “stew” for supper. ‘The cook had already cut the ‘bread—French war bread, made of wheat, sawdust, ground cabbage and birch bark, with such other équally nourishing sub- stances as he could get—-and he pass-| ed each of us a slice. Supper—was over. MY About a quarter of a mile down the road trucks: were arriving and lining, up. We werg sure of one thing; we were not going,te “hike,” even if we were veteran doughboys. ane Our captain called us to “Attention and gave the command. to “sling equipment,” and after our packs were} adjusted came the command, “right; by squads,” and we were off in col- oumn formation marching down the road toward the waiting trucks. The roads were crowded, our supply trains were just arriving from the| front, which we had left but a few! hours before. They were now orde: to turn about and start back over the same road so recently traveled. The mule “skinners”-were doing this movement with language appro- priate to the occasion, and for artistic swearing the. mule skinner cannot be excelled. : - Our company was the first to reach the long line of waiting trucks. The officer in charge of loading certainly understood his business, for we were ed into those tracks like sardines ina can. He certainly how to utilize space. After the rest of the ‘iment was. | the..truck ers cranked the en; , a ce |TO WED PERSHIN ___TUBSDAY, APRIL 1.19191 y, APRIL 1, 1919 GREA AMERICAN H OW, HARRY; MRs, PECK 1S GOING Now~ DON?T You MANDY “To TAKE Her DOWN “To THE STREET CAR? my mM nn WITH THE A. E. F. HOW THE BOYS BEGUILED THE HOURS AWAY (The following, written by a Rugby boy, and published in\ the Pierce d here beecause it has been declared by mili- tary men to be one of the best specimens of vivid and graphic descriptive | writing from a real soldier that the war has produced.) road like a giant snake and raising a cloud of dust from the many wheels. Where Do We Go From Here? We jarred and jolted along at fif- !teen miles an hour, the boys rolling ant once like S When it grew to be dark we beanie drowsy, but there was no such thing’ as sleep. If one were to lean st\-another,, a poke in the ribs be received, or he would be or: dered to “get off my foot!” All night long we rambled along at a steady gait except now ‘and thenia sudden application of the brakes to keep. us from bumping =the truck ahead of. us, or a sudden jerk and a corresponding bumping of heads’ with lurid language. Although the roads lof France are admitted to be the best in the world they had- not been re- paired since'the war started and the heavy military traffic had worn them though in places. An army truck has not the elastic springs of a pleas- ure car and we often wondered how much farther we ‘had to go, and to wish for daylight to come. Shortly after.dawn we stopped and unloaded, stiff and sore from the cramped position, and were marched down a road and through a village in the valley. We felt good to be hik- ing again and stimulated by the morn- ing air and exercise our seventy-five pound pack was nothing: to carry; in short, we should have been lost with- out our “baby” as we called the pack. We marched about two kilometers past the village and “fell. out” in a wood to wait for darkness before go- ing on, as we were nearing the front and must keep our movements con- cealed from the enemy planes which were always on the watch for troop movements. Our chow wagon. was now brought up, and'we had “stew,” a mixture of potatoes, meat and all the water the cook’ is able to find. This is the secret of feeding a large number of men, ahd the cooks are all well versed in it. “We'll make the boys a little stew for a change’—that is all there is to it. As soon as darkness came we were on the hike again, march fifty min- utes and rest ten, through the night. When day came, we' left the road and went up a little valley for conceal- IS RUMOR AGAIN ANITA . " PATTON General Pershing is soon to return from France, and when he does his marriage with Miss Anita, Patton of San Gabriel, Cal., will take place—so! says rumor. There isn’t any confir- mation of the rumor from parties on either side of the water. Last year Miss Patton denied reports originat- ing in Paris that she was to marry the commander of the American Ex-| peditionary Forces after the war. Per- shing is a'close friend of the Patton family and @ brother of Miss Patton Seen eee ee a ne EE EnanenE | fire. Bullets were f fast, but the artillery fire was slack- ing. We could see the square- OO ee — cnaed steel helmets of the Germans lin the trench and our rifles began to , lerack. We changed from artillery Now, Tiere's NC formation into waves, passed through neeD oF IT -1AN'T | i APRAID ~ IT ISNT | Lave. YET ~ | \ i \ 7 uh Uf ti \ i i} 1 | \\ | | | | { | i | and there had breakfa we now near the front and hear the big guns and see the planes overhead. We réceived “battle in- structions” that afternoon. I w: en a list of airplane signals and} answers to memorize, and told what to do under certain circumstance That evening we discarded everything but our combat pack, which consisted | of our rain coats, intrenchment tools and our rations of hard tack and “yound billy,” and a canteen full of! While waiting for the order t. i] i jand wished us luck. As it began to grow dark we started out single file down a narrow trail, | through a heavy wood. It soon be-| came’ so dark we could not see, but! kept our places by holding to the pack of the man in front. A pouring rain! creased our discomfort. The flashes | from the big guns would fear a hole} in the dark and afford us a glimpse} through: the mud and water, falling} and rising, wet to the skin and as mis- | erable as we could well be. At last the long. night wore away and.as the light came, the rain stop- ped. and we found ourselves climbing | out of a timbered valley. We were on! the edge of a plain that sloped down} taward the valley, and at a line of old} trenches. We were at the front. We immediately took: position in artillery formation. _We knew what that| meant; we had been thru it before. Our @aptain now spoke: “You had bet- ter rest while you can, fellows, we are going over the top in ten minutes.” Oh, how those ten minutes dragged, hours, years, lifetimes. Some of the 'boys were in the shallow trench in| moving in prayer, some were joking | with one another, others lying quietly, {the rest of my life, but mostly of the little mother at home, waiting, wait- ing! Everything was quiet save for the occasional boom of a big gun and the whine of the shell overhead, punctu- ated with the sharp “tat-tat-tat-tat” of a machine gun. To relieve my feel- ings, I turned to “Fat” who was just behind me and asked him if his rifle was in good working order. (I put the buckle on the chin strap of my “tin hat” out of my mouth when I spoke. had been unconsciously chewing it, in my overwrought, ner- vous condition.” “Fat” replied that his rifle was alright, but that he had | lost his gelmet in the woods last night. man that fell. We had all unconsciously fixed bay- joenets, without being told. Would piliges ten minutes never pass? They id. With a terrific roar and crash our artillery opened up with a barrage, the air above us was filled with shells of all sizes; the artillery in our rear was firing over our heads. It enh a thrill through me. All my fear was gone, replaced by a feeling of power; in other words it was “a grand and glorious feeling.” I am ! sure the other boys felti just the same jway. The tanks swung out in front | of us, our captain signalled ‘“For- ward,” and we arose and went for- ward in perfect formation. It was a sight I shall never forget. ! We were on a level plain and as far {to the right and left as I could see | were tanks and bayonets. | Our barrage was tearing the terrain jup in front of us, throwing the dirt |a hundred feet in the air. But we did no have it all our own way. The Ger- too! ‘Their shells began to burst | among us, and the boys were falling ‘fast. _A boy fell from the squad on ithe left of me and I motioned to Fat j and pointed to my helmet. “Fat” ran over and came back with-the helmet. The German barrage was terrific; from the way the shells were. falling jit seemed miraculous tha anything jliving could go through it, but we i were advancing steadily at a walk be- {Hind our own barrage. A large shell | struck close on the right, killing sev- eral and wounding many more. One poor wounded boy’s clothing caught fire and I saw him burning, the am- munition exploding in his belt. I felt someone touch me in the back. {It was Fat. “Got a match,” he mo- | tioned? He ran ahead and got one to light his cigarette, then fell back to his place. We came to the enemy first line trench; our tanks had gone through the wire and had turned and were | putts jcame to the main line of the ¢ trench ¥ soon added to the darkness and in-|s of each other as we stumbled along |‘ front of us, on their knees, their lips! thinking. I thought of more things in} those few minutes than I could tell inj ji told him to get one from the first | mans were putting down a barrage,| the wire where the tanks had torn it and made for the trenches. E Some of the Germans left the shel- ter of the trenches and started to run towards the rear, only to be shot down by rifle fire; others climbed out with their hands raised in surrender. A few crouched in fear in the bottom of the trench, but the bravest stuck with the machine guns to the last. This last was not long in coming, our boys making free use of the bayonet. Some prisoners were taken and sent at the double, theiv glad to get away S hands in th with their lives. We continued to advance. our tanks taking a zig-zag course. A: shell tor jby close up. cutting a long furrow in the ground and then rebounding again into the air. The Germans were fir- ing point-blank at the tanks, the one 1 onr left was in flames but our tank touched, was spitting from its ma- chine-gun, sweeping the ground) in j front and now and then throwing it shell from i under. The German machine-gun fire was hot, the boys were falling here and there, and the bullets kicking up little if dirt where they struck the ground, We I our ba minute: in shell holes. 1 been advancing too fast for © and had to stop for a few tuking what shelter we could T was in one with Fat and another boy from our nd. Before we left the woods Fat had picked up an extra canteen and filled it with water with the remark , that he was going to have plenty of water even if he didn’t have anything’ else. T now asked him how his water was holding out; he grinned through the dirt and sweat on his face and pulled out one of his canteens. Tt was emp: ty. A bullet had pierced it. F amined the other: it) ¥ in the same fix. Fat just kept on smiling. 7 We now vanced a gain and soon. Ferman is line had a large am- » before it, but with great rn through and the trench it- rtly demolished, showing the of the American artillery fi rmans put up but little re ice here. Most of them were hidden mall dug-onts in the trench and ‘enade to each was generally at. The machine gunners would k to the last and die at the guns. The enemy retreating. We could not see vi y ahead for the noke from our barr but from the equipment scatter re on the road to B A Germati field batte on our tank, which w: machine-guns and it could see the Germatri: loading and firing in great excitement and we fir- ed on them with our automatic and rvice rifles, We rushed for the guns but the Ger- mans abandoned them and ran Is 1 a wood. ieutenant gun around, the wheels and swung the gun aroun) and brought it. to bear on the enemy. The lieutenant opened the breech, one the boys threwoin; a-shell and the putenant pulled “the *string? There as a loud report and the. gun surged k on the recoil. cried the officer. “Give them anoth- er.” ‘The gun was fired once more, then the Germans began’ shelling us, so we left the battery and ran down the hill into a ravine. From the bot- tem TI looked back and saw the tank that had led> us so. well, half way } down. the slope, on its side, in flames, its ammunition exploding with a queer sound within the el shell of the tank, but it had served its pur- pose, The Germans were on the run. The lieutenant called to us from the trees ahead, “look fellows” and he pointed to sev Germans climb- ing the bank on the far le of the ravine. We adjusted our hts. We had all done some shoating on the range, so these targets did not last. long. We pushed on till we came in sight of a village which were tearing to piece were flying overhead, ob: progress and the work of t then ¢ the information, With but. very ditfle oy and picked up several prisoners. Ger- man dead) and wounded were lying around everywhere; they had been caught’ in our barrage. The prison- seemed dazed and they were justi- fied in looking so by the way things were torn up. The Germans were our guns Our planes stance now still shelling us, but ‘nothing like they were ve-took the battery. xe now lifted over and we entered it. Allowas i confusion, American and German sold- jers running everywhere without’ or; der, ‘The Americans mostly in squads were cleaning up dugouts and round- ing up “Kamra and shooting those that offered resistance. There’ were many dugouts along the road that ran through the village. I suw-a large overgrown Swede standing at the en- trance of one of these dugouts, and as the “, les” came out of the low door he would make a vicious lunge with his bayonet and drive it. clear throuh the Hun’s bod his foot on the cor he would puil out the dripping point and stand in readiness for the next and give him the same treatment. ..1 don’t know how. many he got; he had several ‘piled up around himself when I left him still at his amusement. He was in complete command of_the: situation. and seemed to enjoy his work. 1 ran down a side street and’ saw a Fritzie running with a rifle in bis hands. He wus. not a “kamerad”. or he would: not shave had a gun, so I took aim‘at, him, but before T could shoot a Iarge'shell hit the building between us and when the smoke cleared away he was gone, and so was the building. befor then“putting | Election Bets Just a suggestion—the jbest election bet is a good suit of clothes, and a good suit of clothes bears the Klein label— nuf sed. 5 "tae Deen-on the statt of the gencral-|eweeping the trench with machine gun | eee a rag ‘lying thick and | “That's the stuff” , se along the side of a building