The evening world. Newspaper, September 17, 1919, Page 20

' ’ ; iiss: oe ‘WEDNESDAY, SE Pity Sergeant May Have Was Now Ruler—He’s OMETIMES it's an advantage again it makes @ difference @avage Moros who inhabit that region. While there he Mastered the native language and became so friendly | ‘with the mative “Sultans” that on his departure he was officially adopted by the Sultan of Liang-Liang, a small hy uM had fallen hair to Of those years in b ‘ island off the Barneo coast. ‘ Bow The “sea sold Memories of Liang-Liang ‘became hi Motified that the old Sultan had died Sergeant, had inherited the title with ftg accompanying perquisites, which fnelude a good, healthy barem. But Sergeant McLean is a good Sport and he is going right there the 254 of this month to see just what his property is, wives and all. “I have been released from the Marine Corps to make the trip,” he fold me yesterday afternoon at the | Feeruiting station, “and I am going to see the thing through. Perhaps the old Sultan doesn't own a bit of Property saving the harem, but my spirit of adventure is up and I am Going to investigate.” “Perhaps you will get down there ALFALFA SMITH. Yours truly, your hand and take—America! for what you may streteh out ‘Thousands suffered and died Gold! @earch for—what? who gave their all in the mad Graves filled with “foreigners* pass unseen the countless through disappointment — we ers who lost their reason asylums filled with Kold-week- We do not the insane everyday side, but ome side of them—the kinder to “foreigners.” We see This thought makes me a little were from across the pond, my grandparents on both aides As near as 1 can recollect, grants, Adam and Bve were emi- Eden ts a “foreigner.” ‘was not born in the Garden of ‘and | find that everybody who way, and then stil further, way eyes and go back « little So I sit with my band over Greece. “quick restaurant, ts 4 mative of phon, who runs the get-full- indeed, is a foreigner, Xen- comes from “Senny It” And, Tony,,who shines my shoes, here Without asking! untary emigrants, They got but bis ancestors were invol- be a native born American, my Pullman berth, may not Mr. Johnson, who makes up eigners. Americans and who are for- know who are real (80-called) foreigners I am at a hoes to about me {see so many “forelener"? As I look BAR PROPLE: What isa (The New York Eveaing World), Copyright, 1910, by ‘The Pros Publishing Oo, GOING UP He's Inherited 40 Wives; ADOPTED BY MORO ISLAND RULER NOW HE’S SULTAN OF “LLANG-LLANG Old Sultan Took a Fancy to Marine Serving in Phil- ippines and Went Through Ritual Making Him His Heir—McLean Almost Forgot Incident Until News Came That Sultan Had Died and That He By Fay Stevenson would you like to wake wp some morning and find that overnight you tion confronting Gergt. Robert McLean of the Marine Corps Recruiting Station, No. 24 Wast 234 Street. You eee, it all happened this way. The Sergeant, Who 16 & “Devil Dog” of several years’ service, spent two PTEMBER 17, 1919 McLean— to Feed Them! Going to See It Through. to fall heir to property, and then just WHAT the property is. How forty wives? Well, that is the situa the Southern Philippines among the jer” returned to this country, and his wazy till the other day when he was without 4 legitimate heir, and he, the Jana fina you have to pay his funeral expenses,” I peasimintically @ug- |moxted, “you know sons have to do that many times, and probably adopted sons too.” “Im that case I will sell off the harem,” laughed the Sergeant. “1 haven't been there in six years, and of course I haven't the slightest idea of the amount of property I am left, To begin with, the term Sultan may be,overestimated in importance; down there ft ts about the same rank as a Mayor here, But coming back to my adopted ‘pater, he lived upon an island, Which he owned, three miles in clroumference and really, you know, he may have quite @ good deal for all I know, “Hla house ie two stories high and made of nipa fibre, It is set upon stilts eight feet high and has twenty rooms. The cows and pigs and chick- ens are all kept in the space under~ Neath the stilts, There are no wine down of glass, but instead they are made of this same nipa fibre, which slide up and down and are always kept closed during the rainy seasons, And speaking of the harem, they are off in quarters by themselves, and during my stay in my adopted father’s house I never set eyes upon them, so whether they are as old as my grand- mother or mere flappers, I know not. Some of the native women are quite pretty.” “But how did the Sultan come to take such # fancy to you, and did he logally adopt you, and just what cere- | mony did you have to go through?” I asked, “Well, the Sultan is quite an edu- cated man, and he speaks English quite fluently, I used to visit him at his home and have long chats with' him. He was eighty years old then; you see he must have been about! eighty-six when he died. I told him) be would sit and listen for hours, kuess he was sort of in his dotage, for Ne grew #0 fond of me that ho said he wanted to make me his legal | son, since he had no legitimate malo heir, 1 don't really know whether he had any daughters or not, because with all his harem I never saw a Woman about the place. I thought he was joking about making me his heir, but one day I received a sum- mons to come to him at once and bring two of my friends along. I took Frank Korncum, who was killed in Fran and Sergt. Walter of the Marine Corps, now stationed at California, along with me. When we feached the Sultan's home we were ushered into the public hall, which was really only a good-sized tent pitched high on stilts, Thero I found the Sultan looking very stately and important, My friends and 1 were taken into an adjoining room and dressed in long flowing robes, and then we were brought before the Sul- tan, who first bared bis own chest and made @ little slash in it with a Moro kris. Then he made me open my robe and bare my chest, while he cut the same sized slash, Taking « drop of blood from his chost he mixed it with a drop of my blood, and trom thence on I was his adopted son, 1 left that next weck and { have never seen him since. “And have you ever written to him or had any Word by a friend?" J ed. - a, the Sergeant's ‘© tell you the truth, T had almost forgotten the incident, but now you cun just bet your boots I'm gving to see thie thing through, and if he has left things in a bad up and is head over heels in deb him through some way or “And if he has left you a fortun, 0s BAY.00N Z By Gerald C. Smith , CLIMBING AT An ANGLE OF 47 To SO DEGREES (Late First Lheut, U. 8, Air Service.) Covyrimbt, 19 9. bY The Presse Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World) N a hangar at Roosevelt Field, Mineola, Roland Rohlfs, the test pilot of the Curtis Aeroplane and Motor Corporation, who on Saturday in an ‘unofficial flight climbed to an altitude of 34,200 feet, is “training down” ail about America and bur ways, and! nig Wasp triplane #0 thet when he again leaves 'the ground to take a shot at the official record the wonderful mark he has already established may be left far behind. No pugilist training for a championship fray, no college athlete ever labored harder to take off weight thau Rohlfs is working to lighten his “ baby,” as he calls his aeroplane. Hawker, when he “took off" on his game attempt to span the Auantio, risked death serious injury by dropping his undercarriage. Hoe knew that each extra pound of weight tarded his chances to reach the goal. ‘orking on the eame theory, Rohits has already Mghtened his machine by 92 pounds through the removal of tn- struments, nuts, bolts, wires and gadjets which his unofficial Ausht showed he could do without, ‘Then, too, when the young aviator landed Saturday he found that there remained in hia tanks 12 of the 40 gallons of gasoline he ad carried when he begun his climb, When he makes his fight for the offloial record these 12 surplus gallons will be mips ing, for gasoline weighs € pounds to a gallon, and in this way 72 addi- tional pounds will be removed from the waight of the machine if Rohifs succeeds in making an official record to equal the record he made during his last flight It will be the eng for bim of aerial work of that nature, He is still suffering from a severe toothache that came shortly before his barograph read 80,000 feet during his flight Saturday; now and again come terrible shooting pains in his head, and ever since he landed he has suffered from nausea. Then, might be mentioned, there is a very pretty little wife who isn't at all fond of the chances he takes whon he soars or “Til get it together ws quick as 1 can and beat it back to little old New read “And what about the harem? But Sergeant Motean oni: Fi poll y arched to unexplored regions in the sky. “With the slightest bit of luck I'll hang up an official record equal to the mark I made Saturday,” says For it was weight, just a pound or so of weight, that on Saturday kept him at the 34,200 mark and prevented him from soaring to an altitude that should have stood for many-aday as the high-water or bigh-air mark of aviation. that sor and it's to suffer, “AS a 80 wonde 80 perfec “This it might flow of uncomfol because game, I can tell you t of work, for it's a hard You are buck- ing up against the laws of nature when you go up six miles in the sky, only reasonable to expect that your physical condition is bound matter of fact,” he contin- ued, “although 1 yas dressed to with- stand the cold @® any altitude, I didn't expect to make an altitude mark when I climbed into my bus Saturday. I had been working on her for some time and was just going to try her out. But after reaching 5,000 feet the atmospheric conditions were ful and the ngine working tly that I just couldn't help going higher “The Wasp is a great machine for climbing—she'll go up at an angle of from 47 to 50 degr and so, with scarcely any banking, | found my altimeter reading 20,000 feet in a Lit- tle more than twenty minutes, At that point I began sucking on the tube attached to the oxygen tank I carried, but apparently I had not commenced this soon enough for 1 was attacked with a fit of yawning. This continued, one yawn after an- other, until I was a few thousand feet from the ground on my down- ward trip. condition and the fear that be caused by an insufficient oxygen, made me feel most rtable, It brought vividly to ROLAND’ ROHLFS consclousness and got control of my machine I had fainted that time, though, at 26,000 feet, needle in my altimeter reached that point nd slowly continued on, my fears left me, “At 27,000 feet @ most surprising thing happened. 1 have heard of the loneliness one feels when alone in a desert, but it can't be a marker to the lonesomeness that comes when one is alone thousands of feet in the air. Such @ feeling had just struck me when suddenly from the right a shadow fell across the hood om my machine and there racing along with me, as though to keep me company, was @ big balloon “I was startled at firet in the same way that a fighting aviator must be when an enemy plane sud- denly drops out of a cloud, but then 1 laughed when I realized that the balloon was one of those cast adrift each day at Hazelhurst Field to test the air conditions, But it was just like a ship meeting ap derelict at sea and I speedily parted company with it, for I didn’t want it to become mixed up with my propeller, “By this timo I was almost at 34,000 feet and I noticed to my consternation that the engine was smoking slightly { was afraid that it was getting too much air which might cause it to backfire, and then, at that altitude, my name would Se Dennis, This soon passed off, but at 30,000 feet I found that the castor oil on my aileron wires my mind a tine not,so long ago when, of bad oxygen, I fainted and Robifs, “and then I'm going to @uit [dropped 10,000 feet before I regained BS Cae: had frozen fast. 1 gave my stick a {nat shove to the mght and then to the a anne loft, but my ailerons woulda’s budge, @ Row [eels qo Fly | Miles Up In The Air. DESCRIBED BY ROLAND ROHLFS, WHO BROKE WORLD’S ALTITUDE RECORD Sleepy at 20,000 Feet—Lonesome at 26,000—Cold at 34,000; Up in 67 Minutes—Down in 37—Startled by Drifting Balloon so when the | tors had not been frozen, so I decided 1 { i ' ' could still use my rudder, though, and I found that the wires to the eleva- to keep going upward as long as 1 could, ‘At 34,000 feot I ran into the phe- mena which scientists call the mperature lid.’ Balloons sent up with instruments tied to them have showed that after 34,000 feet the tem- perature begins to drop steadily, I am probably the first man to experi- ence such @ condition, for at 34,000 feet my thermometer read 44 degrees below zero, while after I ‘had gone 200 feet higher I found that the mercury had dropped 4 degrees, “With the weight my machine was carrying, try ag I would I couldn't get her to go higher than 34,200, Asa last resort I thought of a device I was carrying to pump out the surplus water in my tank, but after two tries at the pump I found that I had be- come so weakened by the trip that I couldn't get the water out “There was nothing left to do but come down, so, with my motor stl on, I began the descent. I circled as much ag possible coming down, for I have found that a swift descent from a high altitude is physically very bad for one, “I was directly over Lake Ronkon- koma when I began to drop and in thirty-seven minutes I had landed on Roosevelt Field.” Rohife began his record-breaking fight at 11.11 o'clock Saturday morn- ing, It took him sixty minutes to reach 84,000 feet and seven minutes to climb the additional 200 feet. Ma is twenty-seven year of age WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1919 Movie Salaries By Neal OVIE salaries make one re Anyway, they mike US reel— every tima we read about ‘em. Biggest salaries come in seven parts —one figure and six seros—like $1,000,000, Smaller salaries range from $750,000 to $5,000. A day. Honestly, atout $5,000 t8 a fair day's pay for a movie headliner. Some of ‘em oven get that much on a rainy day. A fast worker can make the price of a twin-six before lunch, and if he puts on steam in the afternoon he can get the price of his supper be- fore sundown. A guy that's sick two days can lose more moncy than we can arn in two years. Stack $30 a month against a screen star’s pay and you can understand how glad they are the war's over. ‘When the draft came along, movie guys were the same as the rest of us —registered everything, from bravery to protests. But a lot of ‘em that were ‘leading film armies in the Los Angeles sector later cleaned mules in the Argonne location. ‘ Movie stars all have specialties. One bird gets $100,000 a year because he’ an expert kisser. Another star—one of the sweet-and-prettiest—gets a coupla millio: for @ couple dosen curls. Still another guy's feet are his drawing cards. All he does is shuffle his cards and the film company antes a million a year. Of course they do some work for their money. They register faith, hope and charity, and things like that, Movie star will register any~- thing 80 long as the cash register works at the end of the week. Not safe to believe all you read about film salaries though. Press agent sometimes exaggerates, Yos,| his arsenal when hoe asks for a pay land even more frequent than some- ‘tums. P. A. Is the guy that can make a success out of @ flivver and a full house cut of a seven-passenger audi- ence, Press agent always omits the decimal point when he writes out salaries or orders suds, Zero means nothing to most of us, but it means even less to a press agent. A good P. A. will wear out the cypher on a typewriter doing his first week's work. of miles to the moon; then studies how many germs in a .45-calibre sneeze, Soon as he can write @ dollar sign in front of these figures, he's eligible for the press agents’ union. Press agent gets $60 @ week, or $6,000 in his own language. ‘When a movie star starts to work, director cries “Shoot” and the cam- era gets actio Vhen the P, A. 1 R. O’Hara Covrriaht. 1919. by Tho Press Publishine Ce. (The New York Evonine World). Starts training] director. \for his job by reading the number TWO MINUTES OF OPTIMISM By Herman J. Stich tarts working, somebody hollers ‘Shoot” and he throws the hypo into his arm, Ten minutes later the news. Papers get the story, Announcing that Flossie De Vere has signed to do a picture for the Kloseup Film Company at $750,000. According to the P. A., Flossie gets as much a picture as Velasquez, Vamps aro also in the big-pay class, They run light and dark, the same beer—only they've got a lot more kick. Makes no difference whether they're blond or bald, all vamps are ruinettes, After a hard week’s work, a vamp leaves more ruins at Fort Lee, N. J., than there are at Athens or Ypres, We've even doped it that tho last Daze of Pompeii was caused by @ vamp. Nobody but a vamperino could leave ruins so complete, And yet the vampess draws big pay, The more she ruins, the more she earne—same as a four-alarm fire in @ woll-insured dwelling. And the vamp ain't so rough as she's painted, realy. A vamp gets $4,000 a week— and $4,000 a week ain't bad. Not the way wo calculate it, No press agent ever told us, but we understand the guys who work op- Posite the vamps also get paid. If there's waste in the film biz, here's where it is. Imagine getting money for being kissed to death by Feeda Parrot! Why, we know guys that would bid for an option six days a week and Sundays if necessary, Another brand of gelatine Thesptan 1s the hard-boilgd Western guy. Wears automatics on all eight fingers, This bird hooks something like a million a year, Suspect he still totes |rise, And, honestly, all he does in the plot is roll his eyes and roll his own. Just one part of the movies that ain’t overpaid. Those are the supes. You have to be crazy to be a supe; and if you ain't, you soon will ba. You always go from supe to nats. Film folks call supers extras—proba- bly because they cost two cents a day, same as sporting extras, Last item in the salary list ts the Director is the guy that tells a million-dollar actor how to act! So the director gets a million and a half and his name in the first eight feet of film, As we understand It, director tells the actor what to @o, when to do it and how to do it, And the actor tells the director where to go—under his breath. If money talks, the movies have got us puzzled for once. How can they all it the silent drama? Copyrimht, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, He Will Never Become Too Heuvy. CCIDENT places a silver spoon im many mouths, plots the owner's path of roses and decks him in glad rags. But to-day we're less cynical, we're more optimistic, we're far more fair, We've turned the hour glass upsid down and made the sand run the other way. No longer do we say “Unto them that hath shall be given.” We expect that "They that have sball give.” Untoward conditions are burning into our daily lives the inspiring real- ization that man’s heart Ddeats apace with his ead, that his dealings do not stifle, often soften his feelings. To-day, consciously or no, every man is part of the world movement for social uplift, for moral and ma- terial betterment, ‘The gospel of hu- manity is preached and practised in every bousehold, on every’ street, in ery office, ant mankind is being forged into and has been flying for three years. During the war he was anxious to en- list in the American Air Service, but the Government decided that his ser- vices as test pilot with the Curtiss Company were too valuable, He was born in Buffalo, the son of Charles Rohlfs, a noted designer of furniture, and of Anna Katherine Green, author of “The Leavenworth Case” and other detective novels, In July Robifs, in an official fi climbed to 30,700 feet, breaking the world’s altitude record of 28,900 feet, at that time held by Major Rudolph W, Schroeder, United States Air Sei vice, The previous unofficial world's record was made by Adit. Casale of the French Army lagt June, | helpless (The New York Evening World), the chain of universal brotherhood, and upon every link is it written that misery bears no brand; that so long as we hi with us the poor, the nd the unfortunate; so long as suffering and want and woe throt- tle man’s dreams and trample his as- pirations; 90 long as there are fallen and downtrodden to be raised; hospi- tals, nurseries, fresh air camps, res cue homes and asylums to be sus- tained; derelict manhood and woman- hood to be salvaged; so long as man 8 helr or prey to disability and so long as there exists any or distress to be alleviated— for just so long will charity be not a whimsical, fleeting, irresponsible fad of the moment but a compelling, hu- mane, universal obligation, A little girl was carrying across the street a crippled boy when @ middle-aged man stopped her, “That boy is too heavy for you to carry,” he said, “you ought not un- dertake it.” “Oh, no sir," promptly answered the little girl. “He is not too heavy; you see he is my brother.” The world’s the little girl, Its ertp- pled brother will never become too heavy. That the fundamental tenet of our new humanitarianism and the world's gotting better, a SPECIFICATIONS, sm — does On what rounds, MABEL? Mabel, on what grounds your father object to me?” “On any grounds ~~ within a mile of our bhoaset. Houston Pasty ...