The evening world. Newspaper, June 14, 1918, Page 16

7 i ) FRIDAY, JUNE 14, 1918 Ray T. Baker, Who Married Mrs. Alfred G. Vanderbilt, Real Wild West Adventurer Weft Society Life of San Francisco to Follow Lure of the Desert—Became Nevada Mining Man of Thrilling Experi- ences and Even Served as Warden of State Penitentiary. By Joseph S. Jordan 1% Copyright, 1018, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) 'HDN the wedding bells rang out for Ray T. Baker, Director of the W Mint, and Mrs. Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt, his beautiful bride, at the latter's country home in Lenox, Mass. @ courtship was cul- wminated which had its origin on the rose-bowered balconies of the River- wide Hotel, in Reno, Nev. : Mr. Baker was widely known throughout the sagebrush State as pros- pector, promoter and mine owner. His family was socially prominent in San Francisco. The lure of the desert had called him from an office desk | and the dance and afternoon teas, The discovery of rich ore in Tonopah had been followed by the opéning of gold mines in Goldfield and copper Properties in Greenwater. dependable as the North Star, young Baker easily accommodated himself to the new conditions of life in a boom mining country. A new copper property located by himself and Jack Salsbury, a Avealthy lumberman and mining man of Tonopah, at the edge of Death Valley, presented the sight one day of the former San Francisco society man leaving Tonopah as the herder of a spore of burros for a weary |; week's trek across the uncharted desert. Ray, clad in khaki and laced boots, ‘@ sombrero on his head and a gorgeous red tie knotted at his throat, and @ grin on his strong, handsome face, sald “Goodby” to the bunch and “Gee!” ‘to his burros, and was off. ‘Weeks passed and then came word to Tonopah that a Greck workman of Baker had killed a companion, Jet another nearly dead and was on the warpath for Ray Baker, having *eworn to kill him, Sheriff's posses went out after the murderer from Tonopah and Goldfield, and scores of Baker's friends saddled their horses and went looking for Ray. Nothing was seen of either man for more than a week, then Baker “wrought the murderer into Tonopah, bound with ropes, and turned him over to the authorities, Ray had the country was shut dawn. A few leases were being operated in Raw- hide, and the boys railroad ticket to Ban Francisco, But Rawhide was Nevada's best bet at the time and Mra, Glyn and her party sw the rough and ready Iife of a mining camp at its roughest and readiest, Ray gave a banquet and the table was adorned with wild flowers from the hills, ‘There was a lot of canned stuff and real wine There was a French Count in the party, and Sam Newhouse, the Balt Lake millionaire and mining man, was the chaperon. Charming in manner, game to the core and as |: were looking || anxiously on every newcomer for a|! ‘turned the tables on his pursuer and ‘pent two days and two nights, gun yim hand, looking for him in Death ‘They got up a fake poker party for Ray which was visited by the party. The players just played, and ‘ @ropped into Reno one day to see * moon sh! ‘ady married Valley. when one lost a couple of thousand dollar stacks he got up without a word, took his gun from a rack, put on his coat and slouched out. “He'll get it all back oat of his lease to-morrow,” whispered one of the steerers in answer to the au- thor’s commiserating sigh, Mrs, Glyn her party were es- corted through the gambling halls, where they dropped a few bets, then to the dance hall, where she saw for the first time the “rag,” and the “mule skinner"; then through Stin- Baree Gulch, which was a separate part of the camp, and back to the Rawhide Hotel, A pre-arranged fire broke out back of the hotel, and the miner who had been appointed to ring the fire bell found the hotel bar more congenial; so they had to shoot off their revolvers and around the corner came the fire apparatus on the double quick, before the! alarm was sounded. Thon, to cap the night's climax, a real shooting started and a man was hit. Mr. Baker hastened to aswure his Suest not to be afraid, that shootings were common in Rawhide. “Isn't he grand?” she whispered to Mr. Newhouse. When Key Pitmann made up his mind to represent Nevada in the United States Senate, Ray Baker, having nothing else at the time with which to occupy his mind, became the manager of his campaign ‘They went to Washington together. George T. Marye of Nevada was appointed our Ambassador to Russia, and Ray, who had always a penchant for visiting strange places, went with him as his private secretary. It didn't take Pet- rograd lone to weke up to the fact that there was a ive American in town. Ray entertained the American correspondents and all other Ameri- cans lavishly, and made them feel very much at home before the coming of the Bolshevikt Tt has been sald that Mr, Baker re- turned to Washington with some in- |teresting information about Mussia. He had been at the Galician front and given the whole situation the once Anyhow, he was made Director of the Mint. In all these years of work and wan- dering Mr, Baker had remained an eligible bachelor. It now seems that he had never forgotten the scenes on the balcony of the Riverside Hotel and the whispering of the Truckee |River, Mrs, Vanderbilt had shunned society pretty much since the death of her husband, who weni down with the Lusitania, but Baittmore, the home of her youth, isn't a far cry in Ms picturesque attire, , Salsbury, who was liv- cal Lyre Riverside Hotel. Mra. Smith Hollis McKim was In Reno at the time seeking a divorce from her @octor husband. There were dinners and dances always at the hotel, in which many of th@adies preparing to return to single bliss participated. Mrs. McKim was not one of these, bat she could not avoid being seen im the little town, Ray Baker saw her, and it was a case of love at first sight with the daring adventurer of eee River, flowing down from Lake Tahoe, bubbles and bab- bles the rose embowered bal- conies of the Riverside, and when the ines down on the inioan that spans the river just below the hote it's ley time on the balconies. Mrs. McKim left Reno @ free woman, pat the river was whispering ber name and Ray Baker's. Report had it that they were engaged, but the Alfred Gwynne Van- went back into the Gerbilt and Kay desert. ate or Cle Be ea reeney General of Nevada ‘Ray inherited the love of politics from his father, who had been gen- era) counsel for the Southern Pacific apd directing head of its political bureau, and he madp a brotherly campaign from one on of the sage- brush State to the other. After Cleve- land was clected Ray Was made “warden of the State Penitentiary at Carson City. Ray didn't need the money, but was a student of penolosy and sociology. He revolutiontzed things at the prison. He gavo the convicts free retn when they went out to work on the roads, He went among them at afl times without a gun. They first thought he was a dude, but con- otuded that he was a dangerous man; then it finally dawned on them that .be was trying to make their lot easier. He Reno gasp one night twhen he took his wards, including life termers, to a theatre ty in the city by the river, to seo “Alias Jimmy Valentine.” There wasn't a guard with them, and the only thing that occurred was a fight between two burgiars over the methods of “Jim- my.” The Warden separated them and they apoligized for their hasti- land ran for the ‘ess While Ray was at Rawhide, an- @ther boom camp where the grass feots were sprinkled with gold, but where the “ore didn’t go down,” he brought in a party h 1 by Elinor from Washington, And Ray, ever Glyn, the author of “Three Weeks." used to travel, found a motor trip to He had promised the author in Lon, the Oriole City now and then most @on that on her next visit to this agreeable, And then from Washing. ‘ eountry he would show her a wild ton came the announcement of an en- mining camp in 4 virgin boom—a gagement, and Wednesday Mr, Baker Kaleidoscope of frontier life, where 4nd Mrs, Vanderbilt were saarried, gambling was run in the open, where ; — the gold was being dumped out by| LUCK V8. SKILL. dynamite, where men pluyed for high a | muppose you don't believe in ewered by bullets. 4 do!" responded that unfortunate Rawhide had seen its day when +11 is the quality which enables other my wit —AUen= ‘The panic was on and everything iu uvnd Vimes-Despaten \ | \ N * \ A} \ \ , Li) r Wa Ny WY | A Real Life Movie of Love and Adventure FEATURING RAY T. BAKER AND MRS. A. G. VANDERBILT IN THE LEADING ROLES. Cove ar. te Fras ’ “HE MURDERER NO GOLDFIELD MIME AL MRE ceri MARRIED SS ALPRED VANDERBILT, RAY BAKER. WENT BACK INTO Me PeseRT BAKER, WHEN Zesgemmy OF WS, MBASSADOR TO RUSSIA, WENT TO THE FRONT. Livé TRENCHES MRD, RAY BAKER. = AS WARDEN OF THE PRISON, BAKER TOOK THE PRISONERS TO THE THEATRE { penis: BAWER, Ndw DIRECTOR OF en MARRIES MRD, VANDERBILT The Potato Bugsheviki Connecticut Enterg Entomological Politics and Gives the Razz to the Great Trouble-Makers of Agriculture—Two Thrift Stamps for a Pint of Bugs, f. 0. b. Meriden, Plus the War Tax, Seems to Put the Spurlos Versenkt on the Cute Little Bugs— Which Leads to the Suggestion That President’ Shonts Offer Two Bits for Each Pint of Elbows Captured in the Subway. ‘BY ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER. Copyrizht, ROM an astigmatic bird's-eye view of the works, it looks as if F Meriden, Connecticut, is going to give the potato Bugsheviki the grand razz, There are four hundred pages in the offictal rag» book, And the gfand razz ts the last razz in the Mast paragraph on the last page of the book. It fs equivalent to a certified epitaph, If @ potato bug could only read he certainly would lose @ lot of sleep. ‘The reason why this robust vendetta has been established between Meriden and the potato Bugsheviki is the bugs’ genial custom of grab bing Connecticut farms by the ears and turning ‘em over on their backs. So Meriden's Chamber of Commerce has launched a reward of two thrift stamps a pint for potato bugs, f. o. b., Connecticut, plus the usual war tax. Tho situation is very stylish now, but conservative Meridens fear that the Bugsheviki may install a Kaiserish reprisal and offer fifty cents a pint for Connecticut farmers. The potato bug 1s the brunette mutton of the bug can eat the nap right off a tater ranch and holler for After he sinks a mean tooth into a potato the poor old while the spud experts are arguing whether to eend the yiotim to a doctor or a dentist. The lil’ plump rascals have their Bertillon measurements in every entomological rogues’ gallery in the world and suburbs. They have ten longitudinal stripes running from their hip pockets to their collar buttons, and a yellow limousine body with black trimmings. They are very taciturn. e Compared to the spud beetle, the eootie is a blooming philanthro pist. It 18 the cootie’s ambition to see that nobody comes through this war without a scratch, He has four thousand legs and a kick in each one, A cootie is a demon, but a tater bug is a demon plus, Small bird, but his mouth is so big that he has an expression like a quoit. Publishing proclamations to the potato Bugsheviki 1s bad billiards, family. He six encores, tater croaks toothmarked go the Meriden Chamber of Commerce tg offering two thrift stamps @ pint for thelr scalps. As the lil’ cheaters don’t pay any more atten- tion to trespass signs than a chimpanzee does to clothing ads. Cone necticut bas put the spurlos versenkt sign on ‘em, But fitty cents a pint seems @ high price for Bugsheviki full of potato juice only, If that were rye Or corn instead of potato extract fifty seeds a smash would be about the right tariff, Fair enough, Two fingers of kerbugs with @ little soda on the side would produce a reasonable If you see a Meridea citizen who bs steering @ Mivver with bis 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) feet, blowing a police whistle with one lung and screaming for the militia with the other, while he pummels the soft summer atmosphere with @ eix cylinder potato bug swatter and bafances a high hat full of potato Bugsheviki on his chin, don’t think that he ts a hophead. He ts merely doing his kerduty and kerflapping kerbugs for goals. One high hat full’of kerbugs is worth two thrift stamps. Which is the ran- som of a king, providing he doesn't happen to be @ czar or a kaiser, Then half a high hat full of potato kerbugs will balance the books. Leasing potato bugs by the pint is a fat idea) While New York has no potato beetles in the works, still 1t would be a jolly party if President Shonts offered two bits for every pint of elbows captured in the subway. If Philadelphia donated twenty-five cents for every pint of humidity, every Quaker bird would be a millionaire faster than a perturbed rabbit can zigzag out of danger. A pint of Jersey double barrelled skeeters should bring five jitmeys anywhere, The idea should stretch like a war biscuit made of rubber. Buy up the Hohenzollerns at a dime a pound. They're lightweights, and the transaction wouldn't dent a dollar bill, At the same time bringing harmony to a world where fun is scarcer than neutral zones, A CLEVER BOY. | Two UNBALANCED ACCOUNTS. HE acumen of Julius Rosenwald, ELL-KNOWN business man who subseribed $200,000 to the A in Lawrence, Mass., once had Liberty Loan, led @ Chicagoan @ customer who contracted a \debt that ran along unpaid for a year {or more, and even several letters to say: “It was impossible to overreach Rosenwald, even when he was a boy. | failed to bring about a settlement, One day, while glancing over the re- ligious notices in a local paper, the “One summer day when a boy he livered some eggs to a druggist for The/business man saw somet¥ing that druggist counted the eggs, and there! cave him a new idea. He went to his phosphates and such like drinks. y }| furlough in England, “The excitement | Bishop, almost ten times an “Ace,” is just twenty- | heart-strings,” \\\ \ \ ms, w ‘ FRIDAY, \ aw “f ala) | JUNE 14, 1918 How Major W. A. Bishop, Uncrowned King of the Aur, Trapped Four Boche Planes |Had Nine Separate Scraps in an Hour and Forty-Five Min- utes in the Morning, Then in the Afternoon En- gineered Sensational Air Fight Described in His Book “Winged Warfare.” By Marguerite Mooers Marshall” IGHTING BARON VON RICHTHOFEN’S famous “Flying Circus” fs only F one of the aerial achievements which the uncrowned king of the air, Major William A. Bishop of Canada and the British Royal Flying Corps, has described in his epic of aviation, “Winged Warfare.” Since the deaths of Guynemer and of Ball, Major Bishop undoubtedly has held tho aerial supremacy of the world. He has destroyed forty-sevea German machines on the western front and two ob- servation balloons. He is the only man alive to-day who has earned the right to wear those three notable war decorations, the Victoria Cross, the Distinguished Service Order, twice won, and the Military Cross— all captured in a single fighting season, And Major three years old! For two months his splendid fund of aerial strategy was put at the service of the American directors of aviation, and at present he is specially detailed for the immensely important—if comparatively unexciting—task of teaching the 1918 class of British airmen. “Winged Warfare,” Major Bishop's | ——— a book, is a Homeric record of a nation’s! position,” he writes, “I decided to air navies, “when the heavens filled | have a go at the crack German flyers. with shouting and there rained a|I dived toward them with my gu® ghastly dew.” It is almost the only| rattling, but just before reaching war book I have read in which one| their level I pulled the machine up meets the lordly individual warrior,| and ‘zoomed’ straight up in the air, the man who goes out on his own and] ascending for a short distance with returns with a beltful of scalps. Major| the speed of a rocket. Then I wowd Bishop is one of the very few fighting| turn and open fire again, repeating men, in this machine-gun and ma-| the performance several times. The chine-man war, who has tasted the| Boches began to show nervousness. Perilously potent draught reserved for| After the third ‘zoom’ and dive, the the personal conqueror.) He did not] formation broke up and scattered,” want to leave the front for his first} In the afternoon came the real fight, by the two Britishers agalast of the chase had a tight hold in my}a quartet probably made up of he writes, “and I felt}Baron von Richthofen and three of that the only thing I wanted was to] nis best men, stay right at it and fight, and fight, and fight in the air. 1 don't think I was ever happier in my life. It seemed that I had found the one thing “The Major reached thom first and opened fire on the rear machine from behind. Immediately the leader of |was not a business or a profession, \*winged Warfare.” | skirmishing, first two, then one, then \two more of the “circus performers” the scouts did a lightning turn and came back at the Major, firing at him and passing within two or three fect of his machine. In my turn, I opened fire on the Baron, and im am- Dlayer of that game he was! Rarely other half moment found mye did he fight an air duel. Almost al-| the midst of what seemed to be « ways he engaged three or five or eve stampede of blo ampede odthi more enemy machines, putting one or | p rsty animals, more of them out of commission, only | were jumping ced smokisa blots retiring when he had finished his last! got in two or three good te uso roll_of ammunition, with a builet-/the paron's ‘red devil’ tw reatae riddied plane, but personally un-| newildered for two or tures rather scathed. On the day before the Battle! «around we we eit minutes. Of Arras he fought five German DIANes | cig tor several minutes Khas — sent one to earth and drove away the | 66 tn g35, Papi addressed flash remaining four after firing his last) ) (1) 00000 m plete a — bullet. tee os my E ommander “One of the distingulshed German ene was by. All the time I wouta flying squadrons opposite us was un- ee ana aa sedi myself, every der command of, the famous Capt. | [7 SNd then finding a red machine Baron von Richthofen,” he writes s lenteece Ore ee in @ round “One day I had! 4 was a light- the distinction of engaging in three| DS fight, and I have never been jn fights in half an hour with pilots from | ®2¥thing just like it. Firing one mo« this squadron, Their machines were | ment, you would have to concentrate painted a brilliant scarlet from nose | a! your mind and muscle the next gm to tail—immense red birds, they were,|40ing a quick turn to avoid a with the graceful wings of their type |lsion, Once my gun jammed, and —Albatross scouts, They were all/While manoeuvring to the utmost ef single-seaters and were flown by|M™y ability to escape the direct fire of pilots of undeniable skill, There was ane of the ravenous Germans, 1 bed quite a little spirit of sportsmanship » pica iyltty oe Weapon until I got in this squadron, too." ight again. I had just Yet, the first time he met them, the|##4ln when yon Richthoten tea members of tho “Flying Circus”| PY me and I let him have « sheet wouldn't fight Major Bishop even on| burst. I ‘zoomed’ up out of the f two-to-one basis! After a bit of ba ig free or a@ mo: fight look around. had enough by ment I ‘zoomed’ away toward the earth. I fo machine had been I loved above all others. To me it but just a wonderful game.” And what a wonderfully sporting now, and at thi * dived away before the British flying 1 mo. man could get in a single diyabling shot. He had to return home “quite the most disgusted person in the Brit-/about, one group of seven ish Army.” having passed within @n inch of He obtained a notable revenge 10 |!n one place, It had been clea: an amusing fashion a few days later. | Shave, but a wondert!, published F and my | very badly shot; His Major was sent out to make|fight.” some aerial photographs. Bishop waa| “Winged Warfare” ts assigned to escort duty, with a patrol. | George H. Doran Company, He caught sight of four enemy scouts, / had the happy thought of using the ea ReA Ad Major and his machine as a decoy Fall of Maximilian Ss jrles duck, hid in a cloud with bis patrol} — : 2% while the Germans made ready to : Mexican Em he | pounce on one apparently solitary and ERHAPS the most spectagVhite defenseless British machine, then event in the tong and teag, 22 dived from his cloud ambush, downed history of Mexico was ¢ ‘a two of the enemy flyers and scared | trance into the away the other two. “The episode of the four Boches was perbaps the most successful bit of trapping I have ever seen,” he! concludes the incident, “but it was/| many weeks before the squadron got through teasing me for using our commander as a decoy, I apologized to the Major, who agreed with me that the chance was too good a one capital on a Jun fifty-four years ago of Maximitigoh@t= Austria and his beautify tare 1) wifey by Belgian Princess Charlotte. surg duel , rmer ed by brilliantly unitormed troog ree ° Ht Em; many nations, they were with wild enthusiasm and th burg Prince, a brother of the Francis Joseph, was crowned my or of Mexico. Against the adviog {his brother, Maximilian had yien ers to the pleas of a group of Moxy, ‘pon't mind me,” he said; ‘carry |exiles and to pressure from Rtas ate III, to set up an empire in democray It was with the Major that Bishop | America, aged in what he admits to be bis was one egg over, Julius demanded it | desk and wrote the fellowing note to back but the druggist said: his debtor: | “No, I'll keep It, and you can have) «sy Dear Sir—I see in the local | a drink at the fountain.” |press that you are to deliver an ad- “*An right,’ said the boy, s on Friday evening b ore the No hen, sald the druggist i. C, A. on The Sinner’s nbal- FS I ge Rist need Account,’ T incloso yours, as wheke you ' yet unbalanced, and trust that 1 ‘will Su a! ‘wom—= have the pleasure of attending your i Orleans Slates lecture,”"—Youth's Companion, In spite of the cheers of eng: of the most hair-raising encounter, directed |Jace of Mexico City, things we at bea against the Circus Master’ bimaelf|/from the start. The Indian pate and three of his star performers, {n | Benito Juarez, continued hig stru, the morning of the day when tbis fight took place Major Bishop had for liberty and eventually Maxim was urged to abdigato, 2 but refused @ wpine separate scraps” in an hour | desert his followers, even when Napa and forty-five minutes. One of these |1con withdrew froin Mexico, Ho abage “scraps” was conducted — singly jdoned the capital for Queretaro, whega against five scouts of the von Richt- |he was arrested, tried by courtemagd hofen sauidron, First Bishop out-|tial and executed on June Kd jai vaute Mia hody lew in the “Having gained the advantage of Vienna they dived and few / ”