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} . @ successful man.” TUESDAY, DE Husbands and We Know——No. VIIL THE “SUCCESSFUL” COUPLE, OR JACK SPAT AND HIS WIFE. By Nixola G Copyright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Go, (The New York Evening World.) with a young man who had just written a play which every critic in New York pronounced a bad piece of work, In the interview he new dramatist discoursed com: cently upon why and how he had succeeded. see,” he sald, “I saw other fellows around me who had written plays and who had ‘ine country houses, high-powered motor care—everything that @ man couid wish for, So I wrote @ play. And now I have a big country house and @ high-powered car, Everything practically that I can wish for, Iam T° other day I read an interview 3. eee dl ¥ It ts of such a man and bts run- ning mate that I am trying to write this article, though I warn the reader Mow that it may get away from mo and turn into a disquisition on spats =the kind you wear on your feet, not ‘those you have with your other soul. For I am sure that even before the country house and the motor car were acquired the fatuous young pley- wright bought himself six pairs of spats and two fur-lined overcoats. “Otherwise, how would the mere passerby realize, when our hero hap- pened to be out minus his motor car, ‘that he had succeeded? If I ever become #0 unsuccessful that I have to write a book on how to succeed I hall say, not as Mr. Rockefeller and Mr. Carnegie have done, “Put part of your first earn- ings in the savings bank,” but “Take A ALL of your first earnings and in- ‘vest them in spats, Then write a | play. Don't waste any time learning how. Just buy the spats and begin, keeping your eye fixed on your glori ous future—the country house—the motor car—everything a man can want.” Time was when spats were consid- ered comic. Stage old gentiemen Wore them, felt their ankles occa- elonally and complained incessantly of drafts, and everybody guffawed. But to-day they have become the manual of “success.” I put the “word in quotation marks, because I use it to describe the art of being mediocre with. assurance, which, to #0 many persons, constitutes success, Bo when the wolf of hunger gnaws within and the Sheriff clamors with- out, mortgage your soul for spats and you may defy them both with im- punity. Some human beings are born with & gold spoon, some are born with a secaul, and some are born with a formula. Of them all, those in the se third category are by far the luckiest. For by the time you have grown up the gold spoon may be at the pawn- + Broker’s, while the luck that attends those born with a caul still belongs cle me “You! CMBER 3, Wives 1918 reeley-Smith believed because they can't be coved. ° But if you have a tormua—a| Went In to Pitch for formula like that of the young man who wrote a play because he wanted @ country house and an automobile, the gods themselves alall not prevail against your medioority. ‘The male half of the successful couple I began to write about, though the “spats” did get me after all, is a young man who has gone to it--has gotten it, and with his wife is be- ginning to enjoy it—money, of course. I call them Jack Spat and his wife. | We all know such a couple and envy them or feel sorry for them ac- cording to our point of view. I have] interviewed them by the hundreds, for one of the penalties of the mont} interesting of all professions is that! you have to listen sometimes while dreadful failures tell you how they have succeeded. Because the wife of the successful! man has associated for years with a! person in whom you presuppose a knowledge of the alphabet, you may! be innocent enough to try to talk to her about plays or books, But she knows these dreary subjects in their only interesting aspect--the box of- fice. “Edgar Leo Masters has a wonder- ful bit of satire, ‘Spoon River Re; visited,’ in the New Republic this week,” you may begin. The “success- ful” Mrs. Spat eyes you coldly, for, she suspects you of trying to steer) her away from the discussion of Won His Own “Shut Jack's royalties, And, of course, that Is mere Jealousy, Suddenly, however, her carefully massaged face breaks into rapture and the shallow blue eyes that in ordinary times look as if you could wipe them off with your thumb take on the depth and fixity of Joan of Are seeing her first vision. “My dear," she exclaims, tremu- lously, “did you see that perfectly gorgeous Russian gable coat? Look! It goes clear down to the ground! Why, it must have cost $150,000! On, dear, I don't believe Jack ever will make money enough to get me one like that!” brief citation: “Corpl. Louis For @ moment her doll {s sawdust Kowaski, awarded the Distin- and the sawdust {8 running out.|sulshed Service Cross, Displayed Carefully you take it from her,| conspicuous gallantry in capturing a checking {ts wounds with whatever| machine gun emplacement in the tourniquet of consolatory fact you| Battle of Cantigny, May 28, 1918." find in your memory. “Cheer up,”| Often in the course of the war havo you begin, “ "Baby Mine’ made mill-| similar citations tortured the tmagi- fons! I've read so, anyhow. And| nations of the curious, who hungered Just look at ‘Oh, Boy’ and ‘Very Goud|for the fascinating details of that Eddie. Of course, Jack will be able| “conspicuous gallantry.” Vainly have to buy you a Russian sable coat very | We tried to picture a “close up” of an soon—next year, perhaps.” “emplacement” being put out of com- The wife of the successful man| Mission, espectally when aoccom- smiles radiantly at you through her| lished by one pitting: his grit, tears. “How good you are!" she ex-|cunning and skill against the enemy Ia, fet eral whylarmed with the dealiest weapon in sful play? ‘Think of the country | Modern warfare, house could have—the Rolis-{| Louis Kowaski of Harbor, Ind., now Roye Super-Six! in St. Mary’s Hospital, Hoboken, who tly, you do think about} wears two wounded stripes on bis them. But, alas and alack! you we: not born with a formula ina they | Tight arm, three service stripes on his By Will B. Johnstone. HE official record contains this | among the things that have to be leave you cold, left, and a D, §. C. cross on his breast, et es ss) Ready to } DD one more to the ecore of the | A American Engineers, whose in- : genulty, tested by constantly <. amising new problems on the fighting | front jn France, alwaya found the “right answer." How they solved the Piddle of the enemy's wire entangle- Ments with our old friend, the cast iron pipe, is a story which “goes one better” the ingenious method em- . Bloyed by the Japanese in blowing ) Mp the Russian wire barriers in the giege of Port Arthur with high ex- Dlosives fastened at the end of sov- ‘ral lengths of bamboo poles lashed together and pushed into the wire Jemtanglements under cover of dark- "(pees ty Me armistice ended hostilities, And the Boche never knew Was about to happen—unti! it 7s in Popular Science Monthly: ities of high explosives. Then, eranked, a button was pushed, mo doubt would foil, possibly 1 Yankee Ingenuity and Cast Iron Pipe Wrecked Boche Wire Entan And Our Engineers Had Still Another Card Up Their Sleeves gives a vivid account of what is re- quired to earn the fulsome praiso, “conspicuous gallantry.” First of all he had to be a baseball pitcher, which made him the deadliest hand grenade twirler in the army. Be Played. ‘Then coolness in a pinch, learned on ready to retallate. Tastead of pushing | the diamond, along with throwing ac- pipe over the ground they would have] curacy, was needed, for this was a driven them through it, ‘This forcing | deciding factor for Uncle Sam at the of piping, silently and ibly,| Battle of Cantigny, when Louis through the earth could have been|Kowaski went in to pitch grenades accomplished by using @ very effect-fthat day and won his own game, | ve American tool called @ pipe-forc- | what with errorless support from bis glements bere aes comrades: Phe jaci nothing but . cago which travels of & steel mon | Kewaaki's D. 8, C. performance with the aid of teeth. Turn a handie|came as a climax in the morning | Truly “Yankee” was the device de- ; by ihe American engineers | ‘Bnd put into effect not long defore| It neds The feat is described as engineers simply connected up ections of iron pipe, and charged forward units with considerable @ length by length was added, the was shoved across No Man's until beneath the Teuton wire lements. A portable magneto @ blast followed that cleared a for our raiding expedition, The irprise; and Jeopurdized usua) wire- }#ome similar barrier, But they| darkne. ave found our engineers! at any time. and the cage moves forward. At the |front of the cage is @ groove and a clamp that can be adjusted to hold Pipe ranging from three-quarters. of 4n inch to four inches in diameter. The rack ty provided with founda: tion plates and bolts for securing it jto @ plank; Jt also has guides for holding the pipe in line. ‘The cage travels a distance of seven and a half fect; hence, the jack is designed to handle unit sections of seven fest four inches in length. ‘This ingentous tool has been used to drive piping in a more or less hori- zontal position right through the ground, Only a working trench 15 feet long need be dug, so that the jack can be placed in position. The leading sec tion of pipe is provided with a he: der or “pilot” that has a circular cutting edge. The pilot severs the roots of trees and kindred soft obstacles in its path. Ordinarily the Jack lever is worked by one man; but two or more can unite their labors to speed up progress and to combat a more reo sistant soil, In actual practice the jack has been used repeatedly in driving piping a dis. .| tance of three hundred feet or more. Where the earth 1s reasonably soft » still longer reach is practicable, Ly pilot is followed immediately by a we tion or sections loaded with TNT. and each charge, by means of connec: tions leading back through the piping, can be fired by the pressure of a key at the desired moment. There is noth- ing above ground to indicate what is being done. The advance of the pip. ing underground is well-nigh nois game, He made it a double header in the afternoon and a triple beader in the evening. "Cantigny sbow started at 5.45 A. M., May 28,"" sald Kowaski, “and we were the 28th Infantry of the 1st Di- vision (regulars), under Gen, Bullard. I was Corporal of the bombing squad in Company B, Company H started for Cantigny from a woods on our left; our company went forward to the right of a road, running straight to the town, or what was left of it after our bombardment. A branch came into our roadway from the right, and we kept between the two roads on through the ruined village, till at 8 A. M. We gained our objective, a mile and a half beyond the town, in a flat wheat fleld, 1,000 yards from a ridge held by the Germans. We had cleaned up one machine gun outpost on the way, and all my squad, con- sisting of Wolfe, Schneider, John Kolusa “Blinkey Mitchell, Vogel, Hobbs and Garner, arrived safely Here we tried to dig in, The soil was hard white chalk, and we only got down a couple of feet, the loose dirt gave us another foot on top, Can- tigny was the first All-American at- tack of the war, and we were im- pressed by the responsibility of show- less, It is not necessary to wait for ss. The work goes on steadily ing France (also Germany) a sumple Uncle Sam, Out’’ Game and Earned His Decoration. KOWASKI GARNING ba D asec © CRoss when the real test came to hold what we had taken. “The Germans were out to show ug up 80 as to discourage our allies in counting on America’s help. They wave us everything they had. As fast as we threw up the dirt bank the Germans machine gun tire would spill it back on us, ripping our line to pieces and knocking out our men. Capt, Oliver from a shell hole dis- covered the cause of it. A machine gun emplacement wag just across the branch road to our rignt, end only 300 yards away, A deadly range for that weapon, The Captain sent a lia- son man over to me to say that if we didn’t get that nest the whole com- pany would be wiped out.” Here Kowaski laughed as much as to say that he was elected to wipe it out, Now comes the fascinating details lacking in the reports, “How did you do it?” I asked, all set for @ thrill, | “Well,” said the Corporal, blushing, “I located the emplaceinent to the right of the branch road that ran be- tween the gun and our position, The nest was well hidden, A shallow diteh ran alongside of the road, and I figured it would give me some protec. Won in crawling up within throwing! distance of the nest, I took a chance and dove over the top into the ditch, | and Schneider followed me, We got! there safely and began crceping adong unnoticed until about seventy-tive yards from the gun. Theu tiey saw us, the ditch being shallow, We fat. tened out as they turned a stream of bullets our way. We rolled over and over forward away from that spot, but the Germans figured us stil there | and continued pepporing at the point we had left, * “Seeing this, Schneider, who is a crack shot With @ pistol, took carefu aim over the edge of the ditch at the emplacement, fired, and the German gunner fell face forward on top of his gun, I was about fitty yards from the gun by now. It was my only chance. I pulled a “lemon (grenade) out, squeezed the lever and | pulled the pin.” Here the Corporal went through the motion of a pitaper taking a wind up before grboving a fast one across thd heart of the plate, “I gave it a ride, judging the distance and allowing for the curve so it would fall dead, yelling as it left my hand, ‘Little splinters, please pass vour- copy of what they could expect from » It was easy up to now selves around,’ for if I ever wanted Pitching a ‘‘ Triple Header’’ at Cantigny How Corporal Kowaski, D. S. C., Army’s Deadliest Grenade Thrower, ROMANS DAW ORT Te ai \ | are PeRBHINGS oe ae the shells bursting arond me, for it was a perfect throw. It landed smack on the front edge of their Parapet. Zowie! The little splinters spread the Germans four ways. Tak- ing advantage of my lucky heave and! that they would be stunned by the| explosion, I dashed toward the em- placement, whipping out my auto- matic aa I ran, and as I reached the nest I snapped bullets into the con- fused Dutchmen, “There were ten Germans all told. ‘Three dead, seven wounded or alive. The seven stuck up their hands with. outa fight. Schneider was right after me. He spoke German well and bawled them out in their own lan- guage. It was funny, They had two machine guns and Schneider made them show us how to work them. Taking 400 rounds of ammunition, wo! rushed the prisoners and guns back to Capt. Oliver. Our men had sut- fered so much at their hands they started to bayonet them as we came in, The Dutchmen went down on 6 106 n MACHING GUN GMPLACEMENT TUESDAY, DECEMBER 3, Love Letters 1918 By Candidate Arthur (“Bugs”) Baer (13th Training Battery, Camp Zachary Taylor, Ky.) AR MAE: Well, you got to hand us credit for flattening the Kaiser. I don't know just where I get that “us” stuff, as I don’t know any more about the war than a hog does about Sunday, When I heard there was a war in Europe, I came out to Kentucky, and I guess your old man won't lose any time in reminding me of it. The battle of Louisville was some battle, but maybe in about fifteen years folks won't remember whether Louisville was in America or Europe. I may be able to get away with the same kind of chatter that your old man does about the Civil War. He's been getting away with that kind of salve about leading the Union troops at Bull Run for a long while, Well, you know it took somo runner to lead the Union troops at Bull Run, and your old man can't flatwheel along any faster than a bear with three legs. Your old man may havo taken part in some battle with a bull in it, but it wasn't Bull Run, So I guess I’m entitled to pull that “us” stuff, even if the suburb- anites in Yonkers were nearer to the Hindenburg line than I was by about 900 miles, Being in khaki makes you feel as if you were one of the firm. We got the Kaiser all right, but that doesn’t end the war by a hellufer sight. The bird we have to get now is the fish who blows that bugle every morning at 5.30 z. m. If we can make that sap retreat thirty miles on the other side of the Rhine, then you can call the war cured, You can expect to see me blowing into the old wigwam any day now, as I am waiting to get my discharge papers from this man’s gum bazaar. They tried to slip me some transportation over the Louisville: & Nashville railroad, but I don’t want to travel over one of those roadbeds where the chef can't serve anything but scrambled eggs. This course bas been rough enough without taking a post-grad. uate course on a railroad built by the same bird who invented scrub bing boards. I ain't just settled on what I will do after I get back to wearing cloth-top shoes, brown derbies and reading “Flighty Fiction.” I have learned a lot of things in this cannon garage, but applying ‘em in civilian life is a limousine of a different complexion, I know all about the army skate. In fact, I can qualify as a veterinarian. I kuow all about the horse. But whattell’s the use of knowing all about the horse when every body rides in flivvers? I also am hep to reconnaissance, topography conduct of fire, field gunnery, material and the field buzzer, Out of the whole bunch, I think the field buzzer will come in handiest. I can step up to your old electric bell and buzz off: “Dotdot dotdotdot dash dotdotdotdot dot dashdashdash dotdash dotdot dash dotdot dashdash dotdash dashdot dotdotdotdot dashdas dash dashdash dot?” That's international code for: “Is the old man home?” ing down and running off, I tossed another grenade around the bend and flattened back against the wall. It didn't go far enough and the Captain called, ‘Are you hurt? I answered ‘no,’ adding that I was going to throw another, as it looked suspicious. Whereupon trom down in the earth [ heard a faint cry of ‘kamerade.’ The dugout contained thirteen Germans, one of whom could understand Eng- lish and had caught my remark to the Captain, I pulled my ‘gat’ and they came out hands up and I sent them up the ladder.” Kowaski then told how he got his second wound in the great counter attack of July 18, betweeh Chateou- Thierry and Soissons, and his mirac- uloug escape from death owing to the a a "t eat f two " fact that he hadn't eaten for [ine Rncaiamiplays days, “I had gone to Paris to parade on the French Fourth of July. on the Mth, and We ‘were rushed out of Paris the morning of the 16th to join our units at the front for Foch's grand counter attack. I had nothing to eat all day, and at night I was put on a lorry headed for the front. The lorry trav- elled slowly owing to the congested road. Cavalry, artillery and infantry in thousands moved along to join the} attack, It was a grand spectacle that I'll never forget. I got off that lorry as my unit was leaving for the] front and I hopped into my place} lone can hardly see it for the snow. It comes the last German} offense of the war started on the 16th., Then you can buzz back: “Dotdotdotdot dot dotdot dotdotdot, ‘That's international for: “He is.” Then I can take it on the loop. S you can see that my course | throwfgh this gun works has been of considerable advantage. Yours until the barbers vote for the bird who invented the safety RODGER. razor. ‘Songbird Who Sang “High C” Now Learning Kitchen “Range” Edith Helena, Prima Donna, Has Retired From Opera to Bake Her Own Bread and Sing to Her Own Baby—and Hubby. By Bide Dudley. | Ji across the Westchester County line, near Brewster, N. Y. is a] pretty little farm house built on In the summer it is covered with roses; in the winter In it live two very talented people, Faith Helena, prima donna, and her husband, Domenico Russo, Grand Opera tenor, Both are temporarily retired from the stage, the principal reason being a six-months-old daugh- Dorothy, who needs her artistic of music ter, parents more than the world does just at this time. A New Yorker, driving up that way in his automobile recently, entered the farm's front gate in search of gasoline for his engine. As he drove up to the bungalow he heard a strong, soprano voice in the strains of , into @ hole" for safety. jto pitch @ strike in @ pinch it was pow, Evidently I wasn't rattled by their knees begging ‘for mercy, and the Captain alone saved their lives, “I had been wounded in the leg,” soissons, I still had nothing to eat. went on Kowaski, “but I dressed it In the morning, the 18th, we arrived myself, I didn't want to go back to| |on the line and the soup kitchen was the doctors for fear the boys would | pringing the chow When the order to take me for a “gopher.” The Cornoral | attack was given, and I followed Capt explained the term “gopher” as one| river over without getting a bite. applied to any one inclined to “duck | We took a village In front of us and} \trom a sha ore am 8 gun hii! Kowaski and Schnelder mounted the|ing in the left hip, drilled clean two German machine guna in @ shell ‘through my body, coming out of my hole and prepared for the second con-|yignt hip, I saw my Captain killed teat of that sweltering day. It consist- | 4, 1 fell, the finest skipper in this ed of four counter attacks, which | cq ‘ “seemed to come every five minutes.” German prisoners carried me back | They had so much fun slaur'tering| +4 the doctors and they wouldn't be- | Germans that John Kolusa, who was! jioyg mo when I told them where I wounded in the leg, refused to go back | wo, nit, On learning that I hadn't until Lieut, Croak wrote out a faks|ooton for two days, they said that I “message” and ordered him to carry | 11. a lucky guy, for I'd have been it to some one in the rear, dead from infection with food in me.” Kowaski's third feat came tm the|" y asked Kowaski if he was glad to night. He told Capt. Oliver be | be back and if he was happy to have “thought he saw something moving | superod for his country, He sald, “I vestigate, They found a wide shel |™Y experience and my wounds, ‘This hole twenty-five feet deep, with 9 |CoUntry does look grand; it's not ladder running down the steep sides only worth fighting for; it's worth ‘The ladder disappeared into the inky |¢¥!B# for” Whieb reply also comes] walle “I toused & grenade down,” aaiy (under the bead of "conspicuous gal- the Corporal, “and nothing happened, | #2'F¥* and we hiked that night eighteen} miles to our position in the line near listened, verse a man’s voice called: © “paith, the bread is burning? The song stopped and @ moment later there was a clanging of oven doors, ‘The bread saved, Edith Helena came out the kitchen door and wel- comed the caller, As they talked the strains of an Itallan aria came from the front room, Russo was singing. {t's my husband," explained Miss Helena, “He sang with Hammer. stein at the Manbattan and"— “she stopped suddenly. Turning back in the house she called: ‘ “Russo, the horse has broken out of the stable ‘rhe song died immediately and out came Domenico Russo on the run, When the ambitious steed was again securely tied in his stall, Russo re- turned and greeted the caller, “He eat too much hay,” sald the tenor, "Full of the devi The caller was invited in and served with as fine a meal as he ever ate, It was prepared by Miss Helena while her husband minded the baby There was home-made bread, the best jelly and preserves a farm coulda yield and coffee with cream that flowed in ‘Then I went down the ladder to ex- A PREFERENCE, plore, the Captain watching on top.| yudge—Six months in jail with hard My grenade had dislodged some stones | labor, : and boards at the bottom point of the | 4gHobo—Say, Judge cant yer double funnel and I could see a tunnel lead- | Jranscript. 4 , luscious chunks, And there were other delicious things to tempt the traveller's appetite, all prepared by the prima donna. “ are just resting here,” she ex- clear " vaurie,” So well done was the : wear that he sat in his car and|Plained, “This is our home and we Hey In the middle of the second|love it. When the baby gets a bit older and we feel that opera 19 call- ing us again, we'll go to work, but we'll return here when our musi season is over, I enjoy cooking*anit we both enjoy caring for the little girl, Whenever we leave here we're Just a bit unhappy till we get bacis It beats life in the city a mile” “Oh, more yet," came from Russo. Both Edith Helena and Russo have sung in opera all over North Amer lea and in a number of other land A visit to their farm home is a real treat, as one is served not only wit delicious home-cooked food, but wit music such as only Grand Oper yields, Even the baby Is beginnin to sing, but why shouldn't she, wit! such ac “Some day she and daddy fine, he added with a s pmplished parer b ut her mamm Russo, “But, rug of his sho of the night SAFETY FIRST, ‘IT a Los Angeles local recruiting A office they are still laughix over a colored recruit who, oa enlistment, said he intended to tal: out the ful limit of Government tr surance, $10,000, On being told th: he would be foolish to pay @ much when he was likely to be shot in the trenches, he replied, “Huh! I reckon I know what 1 am doing, You don't suppose Uncle Sam is going to put a $10,000 man in the first 11 yout’—Los From a Candidate to a Candidates ||