The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, March 27, 1941, Image 6

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    Britain's Floating Fortresses
Above: Approach
ing one of Great Brit
ain's formidable forts
of the sea. These giant
masses of steel and
concrete, literally bris
tling with guns, are a
neu' departure for tear,
and so far as Englarul is
concerned, a good invest
ment. They are planted
in “strategic” spots
around England.
Right: On the gun deck
of a floating fortress the
Crete prepares a 3-inch
anti-aircraft gun for firing
against enemy planes.
A sentry, a 12-inch cannon, and a lookout pictured on a floating
fort somewhere in the southern command. Living quarters are
located deep in the hoteels of the fort.
Top: A glimpse into the magazine of a floating fortress. The
shells are sent to the guns above on a chain belt. Lower: Sleeping
quarters. Men not on duty are shown at case in double decker cots.
Looking down into
the deep hole that
leads to the living
and working quar
- _ I
AS FATE would have it Ed
/\ Stanley’s first assignment
2 Y upon entering the Canadian
Northwest Mounted Police
service was to investigate a trap
stealing episode in the country
north of the Little Silver river. Ed’s
brother, Paul, accompanied him.
Paul had been a Red Rider for five
years. He knew the ins and outs of
the game and Ed worshiped him.
Ed was 22 and Paul was 29. The
older man had been and was now
everything that was fine. The serv
ice which he represented stood for
things that were honorable and
worth having.
It was winter. The brothers spent
two days mushing over the frozen
wastes of the northland, and another
half day skmming over the surface
of the Little Silver.
At noon of the third day they
came to a clearing in which stood a
cabin. Smoke curled from its chim
“That would be it,” Paul said.
I “The description is perfect. Wonder
if Eyssen is home.”
Mark Eyssen was the man under
Paul swung the dogs off the river
and stopped them at the edge of the
clearing. He loosened the service
pistol in its holster, told Ed to stay
with the dogs, and approached the
cabin. He had covered less than
half the distance when the cabin
door flew open. A man appeared in
the aperture bearing a rifle. There
was a puff of smoke, a sharp report
Paul crumpled in the snow.
Ed cried out and started forward.
The rifle spoke again, and a little
puff of smoke kicked up two feet
Then it was that Ed knew what
had happened. The man was snow
ahead of the boy. He stopped, and
in that instant the training which he
had received before entering the
service came to check his madness.
He returned to the dog sled, se
cured his own rifle, drove the dogs
to the shelter of the river bank, and
began to stalk the cabin.
It wasn’t until darkness had fallen
that Ed was able to reach his broth
er. Miraculously Paul wasn’t dead.
Ed carried him back to the dog
sled, built a Are, poured hot tea
between his lips, dressed his wounds
and an hour later had set out on the
return trip to the post.
It was a record run, but Paul died
before they reached the post. He
returned to consciousness once and
talked rationally with his younger
brother. "Remember the code,” he
said, smiling wanly. “We Red Rid
ers have a code to go by. Bear it
in mind always. And don’t feel too
j bitter about me—it's all in the game,
you know."
This was exactly what Ed would
have expected Paul to say, but he
felt bitter nevertheless. He knew
he’d never rest until he had killed
the man who’d murdered his broth
Two days after Paul died, Ed,
grim-faced, set out for the Little Sil
ver country in company with three
members of the mounted. They
I were armed with a warrant for the
arrest of Marti Eyssen.
Ed had anticipated a long trek be
fore they even came upon the trail
; of the fugitive. He was, therefore,
surprised and not a little puzzled
upon finding the cabin in the clear
ing to be occupied. Remembering
his previous experience he cau
tioned his three companions. It was
decided to surround the cabin and
challenge it before attempting to
break in.
The challenge was issued and re
mained unanswered. One of the
mounted stepped into the clearing
and began approaching the cabin.
Instantly a rifle exploded and the
policeman dropped in his tracks.
He crawled back to safety under
cover of his companions’ fire.
The siege on the cabin lasted three
days. One of the Riders had been
killed, another wounded. Ed Stan
ley and Constable Norman Lee were
the only two able-bodied men re
maining, and their supply of ammu
nition was rapidly diminishing.
The two men held a conference.
It was agreed that one of them
would have to return to the post
bearing their wounded comrade. Ed
insisted on remaining on the scene,
i Ed waited until the dog team had
swung out of sight. Then he re
turned to the observation point from
which he had been firing upon the
cabin. He remained there for fully
an hour, without giving any indica
tion of his Dresence.
Night shut down and Ed returned
to camp. He did not build a fire;
instead ate a cold meal, and later
returned to the edge of the clearing.
It was bright and moonlight and the
building was sharply outlined. Ed
stopped and stared. The cabin door
was open! (
Heedless of a possible trick the
youth unslung his rifle and sped
across the open space. Without
hesitation he stepped through the
open door. Ed groaned. Mark Eys
sen had fled. During that brief half
hour that he had taken time off to
eat the killer had departed.
Ed swore softly to himself as he
hurried back to camp and made a
pack of his scanty belongings.
Eyssen was traveling fast and
light. He had a good hour’s start.
There was little hope of overtaking
him before morning. Ed based a
good deal of hope on the fact that
the killer had had to keep a constant
vigil during the past three days,
while the Riders could relieve each
other in bombarding the cabin.
By morning Ed himself was close
to exhaustion. The endurance of the
man he followed was unbelievable.
The mountie had failed to lessen the
distance between them.
The youth stopped and brewed
himself some tea and rested for 15
minutes. Greatly refreshed he set
out again, plodding steadily along
with bent head, his eyes, shielded
from the blinding glare of the sun,
by goggles.
It was c’ose to noon when the thing
happenea. Ed was on the point of
collapsing. He looked up and saw
a man coming toward him. The
man’s actions seemed queer. Ed
stopped and stared. Then suddenly
he snatched out his service pistol
and threw it up. The man who was
approaching him was Mark Eyssen!
Ed’s finger hesitated on the trig
ger. He didn’t know why. Mark
Eyssen came on. He stopped when
within twenty feet of Ed; sensing
danger. And then it was that Ed
knew what had happened. The man
was snowblind!
Ed spoke, at the same instant
leaping to one side. Instantly the
rifle in Eyssen’s hand roared. A gut
tural sound escaped his lips. It
was pitiful to see him groping blind
ly, tossing his head like an angry
bull. Again Ed raised his pistol and
dropped it. The bitterness and
hatred had not lessened. Eyssen de
served to die. But there was some
thing in the boy’s soul that dominat
ed his desire for vengeance: The
code of the Red Riders.
Paul was at his elbow, smiling,
talking, reminding him of the code.
He returned the pistol to its hol
ster. Unhurried, grim-faced, he
circled the fugitive and attacked
him from behind.
There was no resistance. Eys
sen’s strength was spent. Ed ut
tered the customary challenge,
the challenge that is part of the
code, and as the words fell from his
lips he thought of Paul and the bit
terness was gone from his heart.
First U. S. Paper Plant
Founded in 17th Century
Two centuries and a half have
elapsed since the manufacture of
paper in North America was begun
with the establishment, in 1690, of
a plant on Paper Mill Run at Ger
ma*ntown, Pa., by William Ritten
house, the first American paper
This first American paper mill was
built to meet a growing need; print
ers in the Colonies had found the
lack of paper their greatest handi
cap, writes Dard Hunter in Tech
nology Review. Rittenhouse hence
had as one of his partners in the
enterprise William Bradford, the pio
neer printer of the Middle Atlantic
colonies, who during the early years
of the venture took practically the
entire output of the mill. In 1705,
however, Rittenhouse and his son
bought out Bradford and the two
other partners. Their first mill
building had been destroyed by a
flood in 1700 or 1701 and was re
placed by a new plant in 1702.
The demand for paper, which kept
early printers constantly pestering
their readers tq save rags as raw
material for manufacture—a bundle
of rags was a highly acceptable sub
scription payment in practically all
colonial newspaper offices—may be
interpreted as a symptom of democ
Village Still Making Clocks
Electric clocks for the new Ostia
railroad station here are being made
at Pesariis, a village hidden away
in the Alps. The workers are also
making hundreds of special clocks
for the state railways.
The factory started in 1725 as an
iron foundry, turning out articles for
domestic use. Suddenly the work
ers started making clocks of all
In 1931 this most famous of Italian
clock factories began the manufac
ture of the modern electric clocks.
The clocks of the new Florence rail
way station were made at Pesariis
as were the clocks of the new post
office at Naples.
The clockmakers of Pesariis have
always refused to descend from
their mountain village.
Thomas More Beheaded
Sir Thomas More, author of “Uto
pia,” was sentenced to be hanged at
Tyburn, but the king commuted the
sentence to beheading. On July 7,
1535. More was executed in the Tow
er of London and the head was fixed
upon London bridge. Tradition says
that it was eventually rescued by his
daughter, and that it was buried with
her at St. Dunstan’s, Canterbury.
CJnto Scott Motion
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
‘Aguinaldo la Captured!'
E'ORTY years ago this month
* America had a new national hero.
He was Frederick Funston, a na
tive of Ohio and a soldier of for
tune who had aided the Cubans in
their struggle to throw off the yoke
of Spain, then organized the Twen
tieth Kansas Volunteers at the out
break of the Spanish-American war
and arrived in the Philippines with
his regiment in t'-ne to help Gen.
Wesley Merritt capture Manila in
November, 1898.
Meanwhile Emilio Aguinaldo had
declared himself president of the
revolutionary government of the
Philippines and started an insurrec
tion against the new rulers of the
There was constant fighting
throughout 1899 and 1900 but always
Aguinaldo, the leader of the insur
rectos, eluded capture. During 1900
he apparently gave up the struggle,
but in January, 1901, he ordered
the insurgent forces in southern Lu
zon to join him at his rendezvous
in the province of Isabela.
However, the messenger to whom
he entrusted this order, surrendered
to the Americans in February and,
upon securing the information as to
AguinaIdo’s whereabouts, Funston
determined upon a daring plan to
capture the Filipino leader.
Taking with him Captains H. W.
Newton and Russell T. Hazzard,
Lieutenants Oliver P. M. Hazzard
and Burton J. Mitchell and a com
pany of 80 Macabebes, who spoke
the Tagalog languages, he was land
ed on a beach south of Casiguran in
the province of Principe on March
13, 1901. Aguinaldo’s messenger also
went with the expedition and he and
the Macabebe' scouts were to pass
themselves off as a detachment of
insurgent Tagalogs who had cap
tured the five Americans and were
taking them as prisoners to Agui
naldo. After marching seven days
and nights, the party reached a point
eight miles from Palanan, Aguinal
do’s hiding place.
A message, stamped with the seal
of General Lacuma, was sent for
ward to Aguinaldo and a prompt re
sponse was received, welcoming the
party. The Americans and their fake
Tagalogs hastened forward.
Funston entrusted the actual cap
ture to a Spaniard, Iazaro Segovia,
and a detachment of the scouts. The
story, as Funston told it later, fol
“Running up the bank toward the
house, we were met by Segovia, who
came running out, his face aglow
with exultation and his clothes spat
tered with the blood of the men he
had wounded. He called out in Span
ish: 'It is all right; we have him.’
"We hastened into the house and
I introduced myself to Aguinaldo,
telling him that we were officers of
the American army, that the men
with us were our troops, and not
his, and that he was a prisoner of
war. He was given assurance that
he need fear no bad treatment.
“He said, in a dazed sort of way:
’Is this not some joke?’ I assured
him that it was not, though, as a
matter of fact, it was a pretty bad
one on him."
• • •
In after years Aguinaldo was loud
in his praise of Funston for the au
dacity and skill of his plan, saying
that only by the stratagem used
could he have been captured. The
former leader of the Filipino insur
rectos later took the oath of alle
giance to the United States and be
came reconciled to American rule.
He even sent his daughter, Carmen,
to this country to be educated and
she became a student at the Uni
versity of Illinois. Aguinaldo is still
living at the age of 72.
LJOUSES of glass are realities
1 J today and, if you want to give
any house a modern air, try to
make the windows seem impor
tant. One way is to frame them
in a group by covering the wall
and leaving the glass exposed. A
comparison of these two sketches
shows that this may be done even
though the windows are unevenly
spaced. The cream colored walls,
glass curtains and window shades
These Cuddle Toys
Will Delight Kiddies
Pattern No. Z9034
A LL padded and preened are
** Hattie, the hen, and her proud
rooster hubby. They’ve plain-col
ored wings, tail feathers and
combs—and not one ruffled feather
on their 13-inch print-material
• * *
Pattern Z9034, 15c, enables you to make
both hen and rooster Into delightful cud
dle toys tor the kiddies. Send order to:
Box 166 VV Kansas City, Mo.
Enclose 15 cents for each pattern
desired. Pattern No.
Name .
Address .
Chewing to Rhythm
We have all read about drug
houses and opium dens, but not
many have heard of the “chewing
dens of Yemen.” When the in
habitants of Yemen, Arabia, have
jaded appetites, they don’t go
along to the doctor for a tonic.
They merely go down the street
to a chewing den, or mabraze.
Yemen is full of mabrazes, just
as other towns are plentifully
sprinkled with cafes or public
baths. In these dens, men, wom
en, and children congregate and
chew “khat,” made from a native
shrub known as “the flower of
paradise.” As concentrated chew
ing is a tiring business, it is done
to the rhythm of soft music in
luxurious surroundings, and the
tonic effect is rapid.
are the same in both and the same
two-toned green rug and the same
lamp and pictures are used. The
couch and cushions are also the
same but the covers are new.
An inexpensive chintz with gray
green ground and a flower pattern
is used for draperies and to trim
the couch cover of heavier gray
green cotton material which is
also used for the cushions. The
glass curtains are hung on rods
suspended from the picture mould
ing with picture wire and hooks.
The side drapes are unlined but
the valance is made over buck
ram. Both are tacked to pine
strips and are hung with picture
hooks. One end of the book
shelves is closed in to make a
head for the couch. The outside
is painted gray-green and the in
side dark green. The parchment
lamp shade has green bindings.
• • ■
NOTE: All types of curtains and drap
eries are clearly explained with cutting
and making directions in Mrs. Spears’
SEWING Book 1—draw curtains, lined
draperies, pinch pleated curtains, cornice
boards, valance boards, as well as stand
ard and period type curtains. Directions
for modernizing a couch, various types of
chairs, and a fascinating assortment of
other useful homemaking projects are con
tained in Book 5. Copies are 10 cents
each. Send order to:
Drawer 10
Bedford Hills New York
Enclose 20 cents for Books 1 and 5.
Address ....
Man’s Power
It is impossible to imagine the
height to which may be carried in
a thousand years, the power of
man over matter . . . O that
moral science were in a fair way
of improvement, that men would
cease to be wolves to one another,
and that human knowledge would
at length learn what they now
improperly call humanity!—Ben
jamin Franklin.
Delicious for
; healthy appetites -
energy for workers... saves time
and trouble forcooks—
economical. Order, to
day, from your grocer.
WNU—U 13—41
Labor’s Power
Labor has the power to rid us
of three great evils—Boredom,
Vice and Poverty.—Voltaire.
. . . doesn't cough in public Smith Bros.
Cough Drops relieve coughs due to colds—
pleasantly. Two kinds:—Black or Menthol, 5t.
Smith Bros. Cough Drops are the
only drops containing VITAMIN A
Vitamin A (Carotene) raises the resistance of
mucous membranes of nose and throat to
cold infections, when lack of resist*
■ ance is due to Vitamin A deficiency.
f Advertising gives you new ideas,
/ \ and also makes them available
to you at economical cost. As these
new ideas become more accepted,
prices go down. As prices go down,
more persons enjoy new ideas. It
is a cycle of human betterment, and
it starts with the printed words
of a newspaper advertisement.