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- 4 THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ¢, JULY 14, 1935—PART FOUR. BOOKS FOR SUMMER DAYS — VETERAN REVIEWS BATTLE < A NEW OUTLINE OF HISTORY Dr. Durant Presents His First Volume on the Origins of Mankind’s Civilization—J ohn Erskine Writes on the Days of Solomon—OQOther New Books. By Mary-Carter Roberts. THE STORY OF CIVILIZATION. Part One: Our Oriental Heritage. Being a History of Civilization in Egypt and the Near East to the Death of Alexander, and in India, China and Japan From the Be- ginning to Our Own Day; With an Introduction on the Nature and Foundation of Civilization. By ‘Will Durant. New York: Simon & Shuster, Inc. N HIS well-recognized, sedate and mellow manner, Mr. Durant offers us this Part One of his newest undertaking—a literary synthesis of the world. At five-year intervals, beginning in 1940, he promises to issue four additional volumes. Their main titles will be “Our Classical Heritage,” | “Our Medieval Heritage,” “Our Euro- pean Heritage” and “Our Modern Heritage.” According to the plan, these, together with the present vol- ume, will make up the complete *Story of Civilization.” A staggering project, this would seem to be, certainly. But Mr. Durant approaches it with urbanity and avowedly without illusion. In his preface he remarks, “A history of civilization shares the presumptuous- ness of every philosophical enterprise; it offers the ridiculous spectacle of | a fragment expounding the whole.” ! And, to point his moral, he quotes | the words uttered 5,000 years ago by the Egyptian, Ptah-hotep, to the same effect, “Consider how thou mayest be opposed by an expert in council. It is foolish to speak on every kind of work.” But Ptah-hotep notwith- standing, synthetic reconstructions of the life of mankind have continued to be written, and Mr. Durant himself speaks of his present undertaking as & “pleasant assignment” to which he has been wanting to attend for 20 years. The sales of the present volume may well be an index to current in- terest in world affairs, for, as the author points out, a study of the Orient at this time has more than traditional significance. No longer can the East be regarded simply as the receptacle of the past. Today it holds the future as well. “The theme of the twentieth century,” says Mr. Durant, “seems likely to be an all-embracing conflict between the East and the West * * * The future faces into the Pacific and under- standing must follow it there.” It is in this light, to some degree, that he has prepared the present work, to the end that we may realize how greatly our supposedly Occidental civ- ilization is indebted to pioneering in the East. It is inevitable that the progress of the projected series should be watched with interest. At the present moment and for some years past history has enjoyed a revival in the popular taste. This may be due essentially only to the paradox of our intense self-pre- occupation; absorbed in our peculisr day we are apt to be surprised, and even pleased, at the news that human beings have existed in the past and had problems to deal with, too. But, again, it may be due to a real hunger for understanding of the time's drift. ‘The popular nature of those histories which have achieved recent success would seem to incline toward the former explanation. In Will Durant there is a happy combination of the popular quality with genuine schol- arship. Interest shown in his work may possibly be a significant thing. SOLOMON, MY SON! By John Ers- kine. Indianapolis: Bobbs Merrill 'HE ingenious Mr. John Erskine '™ talks to himself again, and his Temarks, as placed between the covers of this novel, are as entertaining as they have usually been when he has obligingly compiled them into book form in the past. This time he speaks through the mouths of puppets taken from the day of King Solomon, and utters observations on the difficulties of raising public moneys in periods of unemployment and general depres- slon. His public, however, will not be too astonished*at learning that no severe regard for historical limita- tions has crippled his habitual agility. In “Solomon, My Son!” Mr. Erskine talks as he always has. When that is said, ail is said. The Popularity of Mr. Erskine’s past works might seem to demand a more expan- sive treatment for the new one—but to what end? It 1s true that they are unique among the contemporaries, but they are so only as a class. As individual books they cannot claim the distinction because they are too much alike. In other words, Mr. Er- skine is his own and only rival. Let it not be thought that this is said disparagingly. Many men in the past have written the same book again and again, but not so many have con- trived to keep it fresh. ‘“Solomon, My Son!” trips along from its first page to its last in the engaging man- ner of an entirely new creation. The preservation of the tone through all these years since Menelaus encoun- tered Helen in the ruins of Troy is in itself no mean accomplishment. THE JURY. By Gerald Bullett. New York: Alfred A. Knopf. THE squaring of the human triangle A" being nothing new in novel writ- ing, Mr. Bullett has in his latest work varied the tradition of the theme by the treatment he has given it. From the three original points—a husband, a wife and the other woman—he ex- pands the old formula to take in a dozen more. We then have one of the originals (the wife) found mysteriously dead and the husband on trial for her murder. The other 12 make up the jury which hears the case. By this time we know something of their own experiences in love, marriage and manners, and we are permitted to see how these memories influence their interpretation of the evidence. It is a form which has required con- siderable technical skill. It is well done and sustaing the interest. “The Jury” is a good book for entertainment purposes. TEMPEST OVER MEXICO. By Rosa E. King. Boston: An Atlantic Monthly Press Publication issued by Little, Brown & Co. THIB is a stirring story of the author’'s adventures in Mexico during the various revolutionary con- flicts which have swept over that country from 1910 on. She is an ‘Englishwoman, but prior to the over- throw of Diaz had built up & business in the state of Morelos and had [the rise and fall of the various dic- entirely toward her adopted land. Through all the political upheavals she remained there. She witnessed tators—she knew some of them per- sonally—but her story is as she saw the revolution affecting the people. She viewed it from below rather than from above, and this viewpoint gives her account of her adventures a spe- cial significance. By far the most enthralling sec- tion of the book is that which de- scribes the retreat of the citizens of Cuernavaca before the advance of the revolutionist Zapata. Federal troops were escorting the civilians, but the march was through mountain defiles, and the revolutionists weré in hope- lessly superior positions. Of 8000 who set out, only 2,000 survived after a four-day march. And yet, says Mrs. King, every one in the besieged and | wretched column was secretly in sym- pathy with the troops that were de- stroying it. There was no real ani- mosity. The citizens of the town | knew what the peons had suffered. | They respected Zapata. The acci- | dental alignment of town against country had thrown the two groups | against each other, and they kill?dl each other as best they could. This author’s account of that incredible march under a burning sun and piti- less gunfire, and her analysis of what was involved in it, is very thoughtful | reading. | I WAS HITLER'S PRISONER. By| Stefan Lorant. Translated from the German by James Cleugh. New York: G. P. Putnam'’s Sons. A Wearsing and horrifying book is| this—an account of the author’s | six-and-a-half-months’ imprisonment as a political offender against the| government of the German National- | Soctalist party. It is wearying because it is so exactly what one fears that| it will be, a story of beatings, killings and the travestying of justice in a no reason for hoping that it is not true. THE HIDDEN DOOR. By Arthur Gask. New York: The Macaulay Company. Tms is & mystery written according to one of the very best formulae— the one with the Scotch moors and the night fog from the sea in it. And the murders, incidentally, are com- mitted with an ax. Dangerous ploces, those moors. Yet the population never seems to learn. And so we have four respectable citi- zens deciding to take midnight walks and coming to no good end, while as for the famous Australian detective, he gets shut up in the dungeon of Thralldom Castle and has a very narrow squeak himself before discover- ing those horrid uses to which the old lord has been putting the secret well. It is a book which makes fine hot- weather reading, for its pages are full of mysterious cold draughts that blow suddenly up from below, and dank smells are common in it, too. The effect is altogether cooling—so much 50 that the fog becomes almost a gratuity. Scotland Yard is victor in the end. MURDER OF A DEAD MAN. By Kurt Steel. Indianapolis: Bobbs Merrill. "THIS is murder in the strictly mod- ern manner. There are no family phantoms or legends in this book, no shrieks in the night. The characters are habitues of Broadway—lawyers, columnists and entertainers. A dach- shund disappears from its kennel on. Long Island—and there you are. What could be more natural than that Hyer, the detective, should discern that the bank clerk, who committed suicide in Bombay, India, was not & bank clerk after all? The author, we are told, is a Phi Beta Kappa man. Notwithstanding, he deserves commendation for the WILL DURA) hundred ways. And it is horrifying because it is so well authenticated that there seems to be no reason for hop- ing that it is not true. The author, prior to his arrest, had been editor of a Munich non-political weekly paper, the Munchner Illus- trierte Presse. Immediately after the Nazi revolution he and various other editors, journalists and officers of the publishing firm were arrested and taken to the police prison of the city. Their homes were ransacked and robbed in the process. Their cars were confiscated to the use of party leaders. Their offices were searched. The men themselves were held for varying periods. No charges were brought against them, they were never called for a hearing and friends who inter- vened in their interests were them- selves arrested. In the course of this experience the author saw incredible atrocities prac- ticed against other helpless prisoners. | The cases, he thinks, were not ex- ceptional. When he was finally dis- charged he still did not know why he had been arrested. His jailers them- selves could not tell him. On the surface it would seem to be simply a story of unconscionable stupidity, of the substituting of blind brutishness for every reasoning process. As one reads, however, it becomes evident that behind the bru- tality a shrewd intelligence was work- ing. In the case of the author and his colleagues, the real reason for the arrest was the Nazi intention of gaining control of the publishing firm to which -the prisoners belonged. Hence, wholesale arrests of the staff were ordered, and their places were subsequently filled by party men, who were allowed such liberties as those of voting their own salaries. Yes, the picture is a wearying one. There seems to be nothing to lighten it. For, Herr Lorant tells us, not even the Nazis were prospering, It had become so much the habit for party members to denounce those ‘whose positions or possessions they de- sired that the infection worked inside their own ranks, and in Munich at times the prison contained more Nazis than non-Nazis—sent there by -their | own comrades, who saw some gain to be made by putting them out of the way. The book, even with its grimness, can be commended for its quality of broad dispassionate scorn. It is that which makes it a remarkable docu- ment, and that which makes it be- levable. The author kept his head, his sense of proportion and humor. Being an emotional man, he went mad at times, but he records the fact with very sane detachment. All too regrettably, his book carries conviction. turned her sympathjes and affections As has been saidy there seems to be wholly realistic way he has made his characters talk. After reading the struggles of English authors with the American language as it exists, one is apt to be grateful for anything that approximates accuracy. But Mr. Steel has gone beyond approximations. His New Yorkers speak as they would. The vernacular seems a curious study for a Phi Beta man to have undertaken, but Mr. Steel’s rendering of its sub=- tleties is so exact as to betoken truly studious research. This, as well as the skillful handling of the suspense, will make “Murder of a Dead Man” good reading. It is unlikely that the reader will guess the solution until chapter 22. MANCHURIA: CRADLE OF CON- FLICT. A New Edition, Revised. By Owen Lattimore. New York: ‘The Macmillan Co. IN 1932 Mr. Lattimore published his first edition of this work. It had been written before the detachment of Manchuria from China and the creation of the new state, Manchu- kuo, by Japan. In the present re- vised edition two chapters are added. The first s a summary of the events which have taken place from the 18th of September, 1931, and the second is a discussion of the re- lation between the geographical re- gion of Manchuria, the political state of Manchukuo and contemporary his- tory as & whole. The first chapter, which deals with the relation of ge- ography to history, has also been extensively rewritten. The book has already been pro- nounced an authoritative work by able critics both of the East and the West. It was prepared from studies of Chinese records and from observa- tions made while the author was liv- ing in Manchuria, maintained by & fellowship from the Social Science Research Council of New York. It is in effect an attempt tc analyze the factors which have important’ bear- ing on conditions within Manchuria, and to set forth the reasons why the conflict there is of significance to other civilized lands than those im- mediately concerned. It is essentially a student’s book, presupposing & certain knowledge of the subject, and being in no sense a popular treatment. It is wholly un- biased from the political viewpoint. The addition of the new material should add to its value considerably. LIFE AND SPORT IN AIKEN. By Harry Worcester Smith. New York: The Derrydale Press, Inc. THIS s a comprehensive account of sport as it has become an institu- tion in the colony of Aiken, 8. C. It deals with horsss, hounds and per- Maj. Edward R. Campbell of the old Vermont Brigade on a visit to old Fort Stevens in Washington, where, as a young private of 20 years of age, he saw President Lincoln standing and directing the attack of Unlon troops which drove Lieut. Gen. Jubal A. Early and his Confederate troops out of Washington. sonalities; it tells the development of Aiken from its beginnings to its pres- ent position as a center of American sporting life. It describes the hunts, races, shows and associations which are now features of the community. It is generously illustrated. The final chapter is a tribute to the late Mrs. ‘Thomas Hitchcock. The writer is well acquainted with his subject and invests his account with his familiarity very preceptibly. The book s hardly one for general reading, but should have a value to those who feel interest in equestrian sports or in the history of American sporting life generally. Books Received Non-Fiction. TOBACCO UNDER THE A. A. A. By Harold B. Rowe. Washington: The Brookings Institution. THE ANCIENT WORLD. By T. R. Glover. New York: The Macmillan Co. TEN YEARS OLD AND UNDER. By Buckner Magill Randolph. Boston: Ruth "Hill. MACKENZIE KING. By Norman McLeod Rogers. Toronto: George N. Morang. Fiction. THE UNCROWNED KING. Baroness Orezy. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. THEIR OWN APARTMENT. By Dorothy Aldis. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. EMPTY ARMS. Brener. New York: Co. THE FARMER IN THE DELL. By Phil Stong. New York: Harcourt Brace & Co. By Margurite The Macauley AUSTRIA. HE restoration of the Hapsburg estates and the rumor that | before long an emperor will rule in Vienna is agitating the foreign offices of the world which view this development variously as a men- ace to and an assurance of peace in Europe. The Public Library presents a list of books on Austria and the Hapsburgs, supplemented by a few recent magazine articles on the pres- ent status of the cotntry and its rulers. Austria Since the War. The Collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, by Edmund Glaise-Hor- stenau. 1930. F5633.G45 A survey of the events that led up to the downfall of the Austro-Hun- garian Empire in the World War, which covers mainly the years 1916 to 1918. The Dissolution of the Hapsburg Monarchy, by Oscar Jasz. 1929. F56.J32 Dr. Jaszi sees the Austro-Hungarian Empire as the greatest modern experi- ment in international government. Because of the 10 distinct nationalities of which it was composed, the story of its failure is not only interesting as an episode’ in Central European his- tory, but also significant as an indica- tion of whether such a thing as a super-state can succeed. Naomi Mitchison’s Vienna Diary. 1934. F5635.M69 A first-hand account of the dis- turbances in Vienna in the Winter of 1934 by a member of the English Labor party. The diary covers the eventful period February 23 to April 10, 1934. Economic Nationalism of the Danu- blan States, by Leo Pasvolsky. 1928. HC56.P26 A solid, but not uninteresting study of the international economic status and relations of the region embracing the emergent ‘“new” countries of Austris, Hungary, Rumanis, Czecho- slovakia and Yugoslavia. The Problem of Austro-German Union, by Preston Slosson. 1929. JXAR. TIng v.19 A resume of the question that has caused general European concern since the end of the World War. The Hapsburg Dynasty. The Glory of the Hapsburgs: the Memoirs of Princess Pugger, by J. A. Galston. 1932. EF949 She writes of the imperial court and Vienna society at the time of its greatest glory under the Emperor Franz Joseph. The Emperor Karl, by Arthur, Count Polzer-Hodita, 1930. F3634.P76 An important and well-authenti- cated contribution not only to Austrisn but also to European history in the last quarter century. —Harris-Ewing Photo. Emperor Francis Joseph of Austria; a Blography, by Joseph Redlich. 1929. F5833.R24 A sympathetic and revealing study of the “last monarch of the old school” of European sovereigns, who himself said of the repeated tragedies of his life, “Nothing in this world has been spared me.” The Reign of the Emperor Francis Joseph, 1848-1916, by Karl Tschup- pik. 1930. F5633.T78 A biography of Franz Joseph only in so0 far as the career of the Emperor entered into the history of his country. Her Majesty Elizabeth of Austria, the Beautiful Tragic Empress of Eu- rope’s Most Briliant Court, by Marie Louise, Countess Larisch von ‘Wallersee-Wittelsbach. 1934. EE- L49L The Empress Elizabeth of Austria 1s described in this study by her niece as “a rebel against traditions, a kin in spirit to the anarchist who killed her because he did not understand her.” My Life Story, From Archduke to Grocer, by Leopold Wolfling. 1930. E.W.8346 Sincerity is the author’s keynote and he achieves his effects not only by re- tailing the usual court scandals but by appraising the Hapsburgs with the detachment of an outside observer. Current Comment. Reunion in Vienna, by W. H. Carter. Fortnightly Review. 137:685-94. June, 1935. An exposition of Europe’s stake in Austria as the key to the peace of the continent. Whither Austria? by W. W. Crotch. 19th Century. 117:409-20. April, 1935. A discussion of Nazl strength in Austria. Will the Hapsburg Restoration Save Austria? by W. W. Crotch. Con- temporary Review. 147:692-9. June, 1935. Half a year ago & restoration was the romantic dream of a few ardent and irrepressible Austrian Legitimists and the secret hankering of a con- siderable number of very worthy and gallant army officers. Today that is completely changed. Starhemberg, Prince and Politician, by Essad. Literary Digest. 119: 9+ June 8, 1935. “He regards Mussolini as a paternal adviser and, thus, it is Il Duce’s very own Fascistic ideology which has come to form an essential basis of Austrian politics.” Roads to Rome, by M. W. Fodor. tion. 140:651-3. June 5, 1935. The three-party situation in Austria welghed against the German program and Italian fears. Starhemberg, by Roger Shaw. view of Reviews. 91:49-51. ruary, 1935. Here is a strange combination of Richard Lionheart and Benito Musso- lini, medieval crusader and post-war Fascist. Na- Re- Feb- S TR By-Products Worth a Million. 'UBSTANDARD oranges and lemons which years back were a complete loss to the orchardist now make their way into the by-product industry at the rate of 40,000 or 50,000 tons a year. The sales net the growers around | $1,000,000 profit. Use of the fruit has been in the manufacture of orange and lemon-oils, citrate of lime and citric acids. Rain Insurance No Gamble. TBI subject of rain insurance is one concerned more with statistics than with gambling. The rates of in- surance have been based on careful analysis of weather records over many years. The hours of day for which insurance is carried, the month and the amount of rainfall insured against are the determining factors in the setting of the rates. For instance, in August, the rates for hours following 4 o'clock in the afternoon are double what they are prior to 4 pm This is due, of course, to the fact that during August, rec- ords indicate hot, dry days, with thunder showers in the afternoon. Science Cuts Costs. Tlmvuuuchnniedrmuhh shown in the case of so-called furfural, a material employed in the manufacture of hard, rubber-like trays employed in restaurants. For- merly the base material cost around $25 a pound. Discovery of furfural in Defense of Washington, Wants His Place in World's Most Exclusivc Ccmetery Here. By Hoyt Barnett. ITTING in this evening’s shade of an anclent wila cherry tree, in the hallowed sanctity of the world's most exclusive ceme- tery, Maj. Edward R. Campbell of the 0ld Vermont Brigade, dozes to a half- forgotten lullaby of singing minnie balls and waits to take his place in the forty-first and last grave reserved for those who defended the United States Capital against the raid of Lieut. Gen. Jubal A. Early just 71 years ago last Priday. Many memories crowd one upon another as Maj. Campbell waits to tlefield that day. He was a youthful veteran of 20 years. And as he chaged forward to sweep Confederate sharpshooters from their concealment, he saw President Abraham Lincoln stand coolly under fire and direct the advance which saved Washington from the Con- federacy. Later that day, while young Camp- bell helped gather the dead and bury them under battle conditions—with- out coffins or shrouds—he stood in awe as President Lincoln returned to the battlefield and dedicated that burial spot to the soldiers who fell there in honor and to those who sur- vived the battle. 1t is there, at 6625 Georgia avenue, at the Battle Ground National Ceme- tery, that Maj. Campbell, now re- siding at 30 Elm stree:, Takoma Park, Md., will be buried with his comrades. He is believed to be the last Union survivor of that engagement. When the plain white marker is set in place over his grave, the last chapter of this cemetery will be written and the book closed foraver upon the world’s most exclusive cemetery. LIVER WENDELL HOLMES, the late Supreme Court justice, also join his comrades who fell on the bat- | ‘We can let him tell his story: “Me and the Old Vermont Brigade was fighting down at Petersburg, Va.” He speaks clearly and without excitement. “On the evening of July 10, 1864, we got word <hat Gen. Early had de- feated Gen. Wallace at the battle of the Monocacy and that old Gen. Jubal Early and 15,000 Johnuy Rebs were advancing on Washingtcn. “Lordy, but there was some ex- citement. We got out of Petersburg in an almighty hurry and marched 20 miles that night to City Point, on James River. A transport took us down the James and up to Potomac to Washington, where we arrived ready for action about 6:30 on the morning of July 12. “President Lincoln met us per- sonally. He told us that Johnny Reb was camped ih the shadow of the | Capitol. Citizens who weren't too | scared lined the street and cheered | the Old Vermont Brigade as we| marched up Seventh street to Bright- | wood, where we deployed as skirmish- ers on the right flank of Fort Stevens. “Minnie balls from sharpshooters were hitting all around and killing a few. Shells from light artilery were whining over our heads and kicking up dust in front of us. “We waited for the order to ad- vance. Other troops were brought up on our right. To our left was Fort Stevens. To the left of Stevens was a detachment from New York. “There weren't any trees near the fort like there are now. I was watch- blazing away. And there was Presi- | dent Lincoln. | the parapet, cool as could be. He was the only President of the United States to direct troops under fire. And I was mighty proud to be fighting for him that day. | "IT WAS a mighty dangerous place for the President of the United States. was eligible to rest in this cemetery. But the jurist chose Arlington Na- tional Cemetery because he wished to rest in a grave beside his wife. Maj. Campbell, in spite of his 91 years, has & vivid memory of his fighting in Washington. He is a big man. Despite his slightly stooping shoulders, the blue-cyed Vermonter stands taller than 6 feet. He must have been a fine specimen of soldier 71 years ago. (Continued From Third Page.) notions about biting dogs that ought to be cleared up, Mr. Smith says. For instance, the fallacy that dogs go mad | particularly during the so-called “dog days,” from the last of July to the middle of August. This is far from the truth, the poundmaster asserts. Actually rabies, or hydrophobia as it is often called, may develop at any time of the year. But canines are more liable to become infected during the warm Summer months because they travel about more freely. ‘Two other absurd fallacies are widely accepted—one, that a mad dog will never ford a lake or a stream, and the other, that if the mucous lin- ing of a dog’s mouth is black, then the animal's bite is sure to cause rabies. As a matter of fact, again and again there have been instances on record of mad dogs crossing rivers without fear, Mr. Smith says. They sometimes avoid drinking water, because the disease so affects their throat that it is difficult to swallow properly. It is & matter of accepted judgment among veterinarians, furthermore, that the mouth lining of some perfectly healthy dogs is dark colored and that really color does not necessarily have any relationship to the disease. Just what is rabies? It's an in- fectious ailment originating in dogs, and cats, too, and by them trans- mitted to the animals by direct con- tact, usually by biting. Nothing was known of the real nature of the disease until Pasteur, a chemist, eager to learn the causes of diseases affect- ing the progress of France, began his studies. About 52 years ago he dis- covered that the poison that causes rabies is found in the saliva of an animal having the disease. After con- siderable experimenting he devised & means, known as the Pasteur treat- ment, whereby animals and humans could be “vaccinated” from the disease. You ask Mr. Smith what precautions Mr. Average Dog Owner ought to observe during the Summer months— and, indeed, at any time? His advice is to observe these simpie, common- sense rules: Watch for any change in your pet’s ‘disposition. If your play- ful dog suddenly becomes sullen, suspicious or evasive, or if & quiet pet becomes playful and affectionate, the animal certainly should be isolated and watched, or else & veterinarian Maj. Edward R. Campbell, the elderly gentleman on the left, walks through Battle Ground National Cemetery in Washington, in which he will occupy the forty-first and last grave. At the District Pound | A medical officer standing beside him ~—Harris-Ewing Photo. | threw up his hands and collapsed. A minnie ball from a sharpshooter | cut him down. (The medical officer’s | name has not been preserved.) “Gen. Wright, in command of the fort, ran up and dragged the Presi- dent of the United States right down off that parapet. He didn't care if Lincoln was the President, the com- mander in chief, or what—Gen. should be consulted. If there's a marked difference in tone or quality | of the dog's bark; if he acts as though | there were a bone in his throat, or if | he swallows sticks, bones or other un- usual objects—these are to be consid- ered as possible symptoms. Mr. Smith goes on to explain: “The first symptom usually observed in a dog that's going mad is a dull, de- pressed condition. The dog crawls into obscure places and dislikes to be disturbed. He licks the original wound. His appetite becomes abnormal, the dog eating grass and sticks. As the disease progresses he becomes mean and nasty, snapping at inanimate objects, at other animals and at humans. “The bark of a mad dog is peculiar —a short bark prolonged into a whine Death usually occurs from exhaustion soon after paralysis sets in.” Here, as outlined by the poundmas- ter himself, are the best measures for preventing serious dog trouble in a community: Watch your pets and keep them well; muzzle dogs when releasing them from home; place them on leashes when taking them to public places; have all valuable pets im- munized from rabies by a reliable ing the fort where cannon were | He was standing on | ‘Wright was in command of thst fort and he knew he was supposed to protect the life of the President. “Then came the command to ad- vance. We did. And when we un- furled the pennants of the Old Ver- mont Brigade Gen. Early knew what he was up against and cleared out. He remembered us from the Battle of the Wilderness. “Early left some sharpshooters in an old house (6404 Georgia avenue, which still stands). They held us up for a minute or two, but we drove ‘em out and continued to drive the Rebs for about another mile. “I was in the party sent back to bury the dead. We picked them up from where they lay scattered over the fleld—most of them killed by sharpshooters. “We had about finished the fob, and who do you suppose came driving up? It was Lincoln again. “I'll always remember what Lincoln looked like and what he said. He looked sad. He didn't say anything for & minute. We all stopped Wworking. Mr. Lincoln held up his hand and said ‘I dedicate this spot as the Battle Ground National Cemetery.’ “Then the President and his aides rode away. “No, that wasn't the end of the war. We kept on fighting. We chased Gen. Early for a couple of days on out through Rockville, Md., and Pooles- ville, and on to the Potomac River, where he crossed above Leesburg and escaped into Virginia.” THE historical value of the battle before Fort Stevens within the city limits of Washington is prob- lematical. Gen. Early, after a stiff battle with the forces under Gen Wallace at Monocacy and two severe marches in extremely hot weather, reached Washington too exhausted to make an attack against the meager forces of about 700 men, many of whom were civilians and wounded soldiers. The delay at Monocacy gave Gen. Grant a chance to rush reinforcements, which arrived in time to drive the Confederate troops away. According to history, the purpose of the attack was to cause Gen. Grant to shift part of his troops out of Vir- ginia to protect the Capital. In this. | the raid was entirely successful. In later years Gen. Early explained why he didn't make an attempt to take Washington with his exhausted troops. “What could I have done with it i I had taken it?” he is quoted as ask- ing. “If I had gone in I wasn't sure of ever getting out. And value to the ‘| cause was in my mobility.” Maj. Campbell enjoys living in the vicinity of this historical battle. He was born in Londonairy, Vt.,, January 29, 1844. He joined the Army in the Spring of 1862 and remained until the Summer of 1865. His brigade went from one cam- paign to another in rapid succession from May, 1864, when he took part in the Battle of the Wilderness, until October of that year, when he fought at Cedar Creek. During this time his outfit suffered 3,116 casualties. Following the Civil War he re- turned to the National Guard and in | successive promotions reached the | rank of major. He has spent much of his life in ‘Washington, where he was a clerk in the Pension Office from 1883 to 1915 when he resigned. Since then he spent many of his Winters in Florida and divided the Spring and Summer be- tween Vermont and Washington. MAJ. CAMPBELL'S home is not many blocks from the cemetery, the last grave of which is waiting for him. He likes to visit the cool spot where he will be buried. He has found a friend there in Maj. Frederick L. Taylor, U. 8. A, re- tired, who is superintendent. They fight their respective wars over again, and it always is Maj. Campbell, the Civil War veteran, who finishes the comparison of conflicts by telling Maj. Taylor that “according to statistics, the World War wasn't much of a fight.” “Why listen to me,* he exclaims. “Out of 2,000,000 American soldiers fighting in France you lost only about 116,000 men. “But listen to these figures—out of about 2,000,000 men in the Civil War we lost about 700,000 men.” And Maj. Taylor can't refute the logic of those figures. The friendship continues. The younger man, living with his wife in quiet comfort, and the other waiting to take his place in Battle Ground National Cemetery. The names of the 40 men carved on the 40 white markers are the names of his friends. They are Sergt. Thomas Richardson, Sergt. Alfred C. Starbird and Pvts. Elijah S. Huflotin, Jeremiah Maloney and William Tray of the 25th New York Cavalry. 2 E. C. Barrett of the 40th New York Infantry. E. S. Bavett, John Davidson, Mat- thew J. De Grafl, G. W, Farrar and Mark Stoneham of the 43d New York Infantry. Corpls. A. Matott and William Ruhle and Pvts. Andrew J. Dowen, Andrew Manning and John Kennedy of the 122d New York Infantry. Lieut. Willlam Laughlin and Pvis. Andrew Ashbaugh, Phil Bowen, John veterinarian, and report all stray and homeless dogs to the Health Depart- ment, Then all should be quiet on ‘Washington's bow-wow front. YOU ask Mr. Smith, “What's the most valuable dog any of your men have ever picked up on the street?” “Well” says the poundmaster, “we've had them valued as high as $3,000. But probably the king of them all was a thoroughbred Pekingese which one of my sleuths saw roaming about in the Northwest section about & year ago. “What a dog! The moment I set eyes on him I knew he was the real McCoy. He had the prettiest color imaginable, & reddish sable with lots of milky-white markings, and his plentiful, rather coarse-cut hair stood up just as if it were wind-blown. “Did anybody claim him? Rather. Only a couple of hours after we'd given him a temporary home a well- known soclety lady phoned, described in detail and son afterward sent & swanky car to re- store him to the family household.” # Ellis, George Garvin and H. McIntire of the 61st Pennsylvania Infantry. ‘William Holtzman of the $3d Penn- sylvania Infantry, Sergt. George Marquet and Pvts. Bernard Hoerlo, Charles Seahouse and Frederick Wal- ther of the 98th Pennsylvania In- fantry. Sergt. John M. Richards of the 139th Pennsylvania Infantry. John Dolan of the 2d Massachusetts Cavalry. Patrick Lovett of the 37th Massa- chusetts Infantry. John Pockett of the 7th Maine In- fantry. Corpl. George W. Gorton of the 1st Rhode Island Infantry. Russell L. Stevens of the 3d Ver- mont Infantry. And D. 8. Christ, 2d United States Artillery and the only Regular Army man killed that day. And on the last marker, to be erected when Maj. Campbell’s soul begins its journey to the Valhalla, ‘where awaiting him are the 40 com- rades whose journey started 71 years ago, will be inscribed: Edward R. Campbell, 34 Vermont Infantry. .