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These are articles from The World, Oct. 20, 1918.

 

WESSON to Enter Tank Service

SPRINGFIELD, Mass., Oct. 18—Douglas B. WESSON, formerly of the Smith and Wesson Company, recently taken over by the Government, today left for Gettysburg, Pa., where he will voluntarily be inducted into the tank service. He has been with the Smith and Wesson Company since his graduation from Cornell in 1906.


BISHOP OF ARRAS IS HERE ON A VISIT

Comes to Attend Cardinal GIBBONS’s Jubilee—Rev. E. C. STIRES Comes Back

Among the passengers who arrived on a French liner at an Atlantic port last night was Mgr. JULIAN, Bishop of Arras, who comes as the representative of the Catholic Church in France to Cardinal GIBBONS’S Jubilee. Mgr. JULIAN recently preached the sermon at Meaux, commemorating the Fourth Battle of the Marne.

The Rev. Dr. Ernest C. STIRES, pastor of St. Thomas’s Church, returned after three months service with the Red Cross in France. He said the feeling in France when he left was that the United States should not let up for one moment on account of any peace outlook, but must keep on fighting until Germany is beaten.

He said it was known in France a month ago among the Allied forces that the Germans wanted to retreat just as they are not retreating and get back on their own soil before snow flies, in the hope the Allies will become tired of the war and welcome peace.


These are excerpts from a column "About Plays and Players" by Bide Dudley:

ELEVEN YEARS LATE

Once in a while delays occur in the Postal Service that cannot be explained. Jay BRENNAN of Savoy and Brennan, now with the "Follies," went to Baltimore Sunday to visit his parents. Yesterday morning there arrived at the BRENNAN home a postal card addressed to Joseph BRENNAN, Jay’s brother. It was mailed by Jay BRENNAN in Chicago on Oct. 8, 1907. Where it was for about eleven years nobody knows.

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EGUES A FIGHTER

Paul W. EGUES, formerly with the Charles FROHMAN Company, is a brave young man. Not only has he joined the Navy as a fighter but he has just been married. His bride was Florence BAKER of Elmhurst, L.I.

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LITTLE MARY’S HANDS

Robert HILLIARD, actor and absolutely the best dressed man in New York theatrical circles was introduced to Mary PICKFORD recently. As they shook hands, he smiled and said:

"My dear Miss PICKFORD, I have wanted to meet you for a long time. This is a pleasure, I assure you."

"Thank you, Mr. HILLIARD," replied the movie actress, "but I must say your memory for faces isn’t very good."

"Why?" he asked.

"Some twenty years ago, when you were playing in ‘The Littlest Girl’ in Toronto, you needed a child to be the girl. My mother offered my services. I was little Gladys SMITH then. You looked me over and told me to go home and wash my hands."

"No, No!" replied the horrified HILLIARD. "I couldn’t have said that."

"But you did," persisted Miss PICKFORD, "and I told you my hands weren’t dirty—they were chapped. You finally gave me the job, but I took a dislike to you, just the same."

"You did? Why?"

"Because," concluded Miss PICKFORD, "You made me go home and wash my hands, anyway, and I detested soap and water in those days."

"Well, I declare!" said Mr. HILLIARD, as he arranged his boutonniere.


ORPHANS ROBBED BY DEATH OF THEIR "SMILING DOCTOR"

Dr. Leonard C. McPHAIL’s Cheerfulness Made Him Celebrated in Brooklyn

Smiles which used to adorn the countenance of Dr. Leonard C. McPHAIL, one of Brooklyn’s most prominent physicians, gladdening the hearts of countless patients and orphans in his forty-one years as a doctor, have disappeared in death, leaving all Brooklyn to mourn.

"The Smiling Doctor," as Dr. McPHAIL was familiarly called because of his smiling cheerfulness in the sick room and orphan asylum died yesterday at his home, No. 161 Hicks Street, from a complication of diseases. He was sixty-two years old.

For more than a quarter of a century, Dr. McPHAIL was chief physician of the Orphan Asylum Society of Brooklyn, with an institution at Brooklyn and Atlantic Avenues.

"He used what he called the ‘sunshine treatment,’" said Mrs. James H. NEAD, for many years an official of the asylum society. "Every child in the asylum loved the doctor. When he came in the morning it was better than medicine for the sick children and delighted those who were well and used to watch for him.

"Boys, when it was time for them to face the world for themselves, were called to his private office for a friendly talk. There are successful business men in New York to-day who owe it to the doctor that they started out on the right path.

"Some of these men came to the doctor in later years for advice and he never was too busy to talk with them.

"Often when he came to the asylum the doctor carried a pocketful of new pennies for the youngsters, and his pockets always were bulged with fruit for his little friends.

"Last spring, when we were raising money for the asylum, I was with a woman when the doctor passed us on the street. My friend asked him if he wanted to help, and the doctor showed us his pocketbook. It contained only a $10 bill. He smiled and handed over the $10."

Mrs. James S. HOLLINSHEAD of No. 255 Henry Street, Brooklyn, was president of the society for a large part of the time Dr. McPHAIL was there.

"Among other things he did for the children were the summer trips he used to take them on to his ‘Sunbeam Farm’ at Newfoundland, N.J.

"He was just like his father. When the old doctor drove through the street every one knew who was coming, because his buggy was loaded down with children. Our doctor used an auto, but it usually was crowded with youngsters just as his father’s buggy had been."

Funeral services will be held at the home this evening. The burial will be in Greenwood Cemetery to-morrow.


WIFE AND DAUGHTER SHOT; POLICE CAPTURE HUSBAND

Edmund C. EGAN, No. 1233 St. Mark’s Avenue, Brooklyn, to-day shot his wife and nineteen-year-old daughter, Edna, the police charge, and was captured as he tried to escape from the house.

Mrs. EGAN was shot in the back and the daughter was struck by three bullets. Both are in St. Mary’s Hospital. Their condition is serious.

EGAN fled from the house after the shooting and ran into the arms of Police Lieutenant John ROACH, who was passing.

The police were unable to obtain any coherent statement from him. He had been drinking, they said.

Up to two months ago EGAN was a bond clerk for J. P. Morgan & Co.


Congressman STERLING Killed as Auto Upsets

BLOOMINGTON, Ill., Oct. 18—Congressman John A. STERLING of this city was killed in an automobile accident two miles south of Pontiac yesterday.

Mr. STERLING, with his law partner, W. W. WHITMORE and Mrs. WHITMORE were motoring from Bloomington to Pontiac when the accident happened. Mrs. WHITMORE was driving and in making a turn ran off an embankment six or seven feet deep. The car turned over and struck Mr. STERLING on the head, killing him.


‘PRIVATE PEAT’ BOND SELLER

Evening World Serial and Rivoli Picture Effective Salesman

One of the most successful of the long list of "Silent Salesmen of Liberty" films which have been shown during the Fourth Liberty Loan campaign has been "Private PEAT," the Paramount-Artcraft special production which has been featured this week at the Rivoli Theatre. The big patriotic punch carried by the screen version of Private Harold R. PEAT’s world-famous book, "Two Years in Hell and Back With a Smile," now running in serial form in The Evening World, has been a potent factor in selling many Liberty bonds.

The graphic, straight-from-the-shoulder story of Private PEAT, which has been visualized with the author-soldier in the title role, has demonstrated that Private PEAT possesses histronic [sic] talent to an unusual degree, and will add greatly to the fame already enjoyed by the star and author of the story.


Officer Strikes Piano Key in Combat, Loses Hand

Paris, Oct. 18—An English officer at Cambral had his hand torn off yesterday by one of the enemy’s infernal traps, says a special dispatch to the Temps. Seeing a piano abandoned in the middle of the street, he struck a chord and an explosion followed.


FURTHER ATLANTIC AIR RACE

Chicago Club Officials Get Eleven Acceptances to Challenge

(Special to The Evening World)

CHICAGO, Oct. 18—Plans of the Chicago Aviation Club for a transatlantic airplane endurance race were furthered at a meeting here to-day.

Telegrams were read from Mayors of eleven cities accepting the club’s challenge, Dayton, St. Paul, Cleveland, Kansas City, Los Angeles, Buffalo, New York, Detroit, St. Louis, Baltimore and Washington.

Tentative plans contemplate raising of $125,000 among business men here, $50,000 as a purse for the winner of the race and the remainder for equipment. It is stipulated the race shall be held before August 4, 1919.


KILLED GRANDCHILDREN AND SELF, POLICE BELIEVE

What the police believe was a double murder and suicide was disclosed last night when the bodies of Frank P. Bogart and his two grandchildren, Dorothy and Blondy Wycoff, ages fourteen and sixteen respectively, were found in their home at No. 219 Catherine Street, Elizabeth.

All the gas jets in the house were turned on. The mother of the girls discovered the bodies on her return from work.

Bogart was sixty-five years old, a widower and retired railroad engineer. About a year ago he suffered a paralytic stroke, and had been in failing heath. Steps had been taken to send him away and it is believed that this preyed on his mind.


KING OF ENGLAND TALKS TO WOUNDED FREEPORT BOY

Accompanied by Queen and Princess Mary, Ruler Visits U.S. Red Cross Hospital

DARTMOUTH, England, Oct. 18—King George, Queen Mary and Princess Mary visited the American Red Cross Hospital here yesterday, where 2,000 wounded Americans are being cared for. They spent more than an hour talking with the patients and inspecting the buildings.

King George, as he stepped from his automobile, was greeted by Sergt. E. J. DONNELL of Chicago. He shook hands with DONNELL and talked with him.

The King then conversed with Lieut. Irving P. CORSE of Minneapolis, who was wounded by a shell fragment while flying over the German lines.

"But I certainly bombed the Germans," CORSE said.

The King congratulated CORSE on his escape from death. The King also conversed with Privates William ENKLER of Freeport, L.I., and U. FOX of Tennessee.


DROPPING IN DENSE FOG THREE PLANES WRECKED

Army Pilots Could Not See Ground and Smashed Their Machines in Landing

HARTFORD, Conn., Oct. 18—Of the army airplanes that left Northport, L. I., yesterday on a Liberty Loan advertising trip, five reached Connecticut, the sixth returning to its base because of the heavy fog.

Of the five that hit Connecticut, three hit it so forcibly that the machines were smashed. None of the aviators was hurt severely, but they got many painful bruises.

The pilots related to-day stories of their flight above the clouds and their dive through 3,000 feet of vapor which extended so close to the ground that it deceived them and thus led to the accidents.


LAYING OF FLOWERS AT LIBERTY ALTAR;

CONSUL SPEAKING ON SIAM DAY

Prahba KAREVONGSE, Siamese Minister to the United States, did not appear at the Altar of Liberty to deliver the chief address, Siam Day, owing to a sudden attack of influenza, so his address was delivered by F. Warren SUMNER, Consul for Siam in New York.

"As His Majesty, Our King, expressed in his proclamation of July 22 last, significant of the first anniversary of the entrance of Siam into the war, it is the duty of Siam to uphold the sanctity of international law," he said in part. "Accordingly the sons of Siam have traveled 9,000 miles westward to meet the sons of Siam."

The altar was thronged with local Siamese residents in native costume. The women joined in singing patriotic songs and Mrs. SUMNER led them in placing flowers upon the altar.


M’CORMACK ADOPTS 10 U BOAT VICTIMS HIS OWN KINFOLK

"God Will Punish the Murderers," Declares Singer in Announcing Purpose

"God will punish the murderers," said John McCORMACK, the Irish tenor, this morning when asked as to his adoption of the ten orphaned children of his wife’s brother and sister-in-law, who were among the victims of the Irish mail steamer Leinster, torpedoed by a German U boat.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. FOLEY of Dublin were passengers on the Leinster, bound for England to see for the last time Mrs. FOLEY’s only brother, Sergt. Christopher BARRETT, mortally wounded after three years of fighting in France. When they started on their mission they left behind them in Dublin their ten children, the eldest sixteen years and the youngest eleven months.

The news of the loss of his wife’s kin came in a cable to Mr. McCORMACK while he was the guest at a dinner and it fell to him to break the tidings to his wife. To her he gave the assurance that he would care for the children as long as they lived or as long as they wanted his care.

"The children are with their grandmother and aunt in Dublin," said Mr. McCORMACK this morning,, "and I have sent word to them that they never need fear for anything in the future, that I would be a father to them.

"Will I bring them here? Well, not now, not while there is a chance for the murderous boats to reach them. It is my intention to visit them when the war is over, and how long I will remain with them I cannot tell. God knows what is going to happen when this war is over. But I will take care of the orphans as their mother and father would wish them to be cared for; treat them as I would my own children.

"But the torpedoing of the Leinster has brought home to us what the war means and what is behind it, the character of the people we are fighting. As bad as the Lusitania? It was worse than the Lusitania, for they were asking for peace when they made their savage attack on the Leinster."

After cabling to the eldest of the children in Dublin that he would be a father to all of them, he sent another cable to the Dublin Freeman’s Journal asking the newspaper to convey the singer’s sympathy to the relatives and friends of the victims "sacrificed to Germany’s brutality," and asking how he could help to assuage the sorrow of other bereaved ones.

"The sinking of the Leinster," his message concluded, "has brought home to all true Irishmen that his is a holy war to save the world from slavery."


GROUNDHOG GOT ALL THE FINE APPLES

Owner Discovers That Locks and Bars Were of No Use on Apple House

BELLEFONTE, Pa., Oct. 19—Elmer STRAUB, a farmer, living near here, who is better known among his numerous friends as "Waxey," was victimized in a new way on two recent nights and still is pondering how to get even. He is one of the most philosophical of men and very considerate of wild animals and birds. Two winters ago he fed a flock of wild turkeys for six weeks when the snow was so deep they would have starved otherwise. Raccoons can eat all the corn they want, rabbits feed on his tender plants and birds take his cherries and it’s all the same to "Waxey," who only smiles and says that they must have something to eat.

This week he began picking his winter apples and storing them away in his apple house. He stored one especially nice barrel of Rambos Thursday evening, but Friday morning about a bushel of the apples were gone. Naturally, he blamed the missing apples on a thief, and Friday he nailed everything solid around his apple house and fastened the windows and locked the door. But Saturday morning about three pecks more of the apples were gone, although not a lock had been touched nor the house entered in any way.

Deciding his apples could not get away of their own accord, he started on a hunt and discovered the thief to be a groundhog. The little animal has a burrow under the icehouse, which stands next to the apple cellar, and a hole in the wall showed where it had access to the cellar. Further examination showed that the groundhog had crawled into a bin of Northern Spy apples, sampled two or three of them, but evidently did not like that kind and took the Rambos instead. The mystery now is how the groundhog managed to carry off so many apples in a single night and what it did with them. "Waxy" is laying for that groundhog, and if he catches it he is going to dig for those Rambo apples.


He’s Lieut. Preston GIBSON of the Marines "For Life!"

The Life of a Social Butterfly Was Too Insipid to Suit Him—The Roll Top Desk

Had No Lure, but War Has Given Him Not Only Decorations for Bravery and a Commission in the (several words destroyed) Opening for a Life Career to his Liking

(By Robert Neville)

The battalion has replaced the cotillon [sic] and the patriotic speech the play in the life of Lieut. Preston GIBSON of the Marine Corps. The Lieutenant received his commission in the corps yesterday, within three months of the time that he had enlisted as a private, for valuable service in recruiting.

Lieut. GIBSON, the most dashing leader that New York’s social set has had in years, at the same time that he took his new oath yesterday made a vow to himself such as the Knights Templars and Knights of St. John made of old.

He has retired from the life of luxury and gayety, and has adopted the insignia of the Marines for life. He is no longer an aristocrat but a democrat, and his life is consecrated to our principles of democracy.

"The Marine Corps is the finest service on earth," he declared to-day. "It is the finest life on earth, too. In fact, it’s the only life, and I intend to remain in it the remainder of my days.

"I really never was strong on social life except in the newspapers. Now I’m through with all of it. Of course I don’t expect to give up my friends. But the idle life—yes!

"The war is going to do the same thing with a great many other men. Why, it has made democrats of all the aristocrats and aristocrats of all the democrats.

"When I was in the French Army I met Gifford COCHRAN, an extremely wealthy New Yorker, and a private in the same regiment, digging ditches one day, and he stopped me to ask if I had a newspaper. He wanted to see if his mare had won the Futurity back home. It was the biggest race of the year, with stakes of possibly $20,000, and the owner was sweating over a spade."

Lieut. GIBSON was one of the first Americans to get into the European war. He entered the French Ambulance Corps shortly after Belgium was invaded and for the next three years served constantly with that service and the American Ambulance Corps. He received the Croix de Guerre with two notations for conduct in the battle of Chemin des Dames, and was cited for bravery in the attack before St. Quentin a year ago last August.

When he returned to America he applied for a commission and was given a captaincy in the Signal Corps. As he expressed it:

"I have always been an active man and the ‘arm-chair-fee-on-desk’ life didn’t appeal to me. I knew I should be unhappy and consequently of little service. A friend told me that the Marines were the most active people in the world, so I enlisted as a private and gave up the commission."

Lieut. GIBSON is the son of the late Senator Randall Lee GIBSON of Louisiana and a nephew of Chief Justice Edward D. WHITE of the United States Supreme Court. He is related to Mrs. William F. DRAPER, whose husband was formerly Ambassador to Italy. He has had two unsuccessful ventures into matrimony. In 1900 he married Miss Minna FIELD, niece of Marshall FIELD of Chicago, after a romance dating from schooldays. After the couple were divorced he married the belle of the season of 1909. She was Miss Grace McMillan JARVIS, a niece of Lady HARRINGTON and a granddaughter of the late Senator McMILLAN of Michigan. They were divorced in 1917.

The new Lieutenant is a successful playwright and author. He has written a number of plays that have been produced on Broadway, and his Kentucky Negro stories have gained great popularity. He wrote a war book immediately upon his return from Europe.

His greatest work, however, has been in gaining recruits for the Marines. In thirteen days, during one tour, he secured 3,200 recruits. This equals the record enlistment in the British mission in the same towns in four months. At a Liberty Loan speech at the Hippodrome last week he raised $163,000.

He will continue his work with the Marine Publicity and Recruiting Services for the immediate future, but it is always with the hope that he will be sent "over there" to get into the fight.


Oldest, Traveling Salesman "On the Job" at 90

John B. CLAYTON, Who’s Been Selling Shoes Out of New York Sixty Years, Totes a Twenty-Pound Sample Case Over His Territory, Never Comes Back Without Several Orders, and Expects to Be "Still Going" for Ten Years More.

John B. CLAYTON, probably the oldest active traveling salesman in the world, was given a silver loving cup by his fellow employees yesterday in honor of his ninetieth birthday anniversary. He is connected with the firm of Merritt-Elliot Company of Duane Street, and has been in the shoe business in New York City since 1858.

Mr. CLAYTON looks like a man of only sixty-five. His eyes are keen and clear, his hearing is good and he works from 9:30 A. M. to 4 P. M. without fatigue. Only a stoop of his shoulders gives any indication of the wear of time. He has four children, twelve grandchildren, and eighteen great-grandchildren, some of the latter twenty years old.

He has been working in his present position only about twenty years. This is remarkable when you consider that the average salesman has retired long before the age of seventy years, and if he is still working he doesn’t change jobs. But "Dad" CLAYTON felt himself right in the prime of life, and ready to make good with any firm he might fancy. Fifteen years ago his friends gave him a gold watch to commemorate his golden wedding anniversary. Last week when they made plans for the loving cup it seemed that to be truly efficient they should prepare for his one hundredth anniversary.

Regularly, twice a month, Mr. CLAYTON packs his sample case and departs on a tour of Jersey and Westchester County. He carries the twenty-pound case himself, and he never comes back without several orders. He works on a commission, and is considered one of the good selling men of the establishment.

When working in New York City he commutes regularly to Westfield, N. J., where he lives with a granddaughter. His hours of retiring and rising are the only regular things of his life. He goes to bed at 10 o’clock every night and rises at 6 every morning, except Sunday, when he indulges himself in an extra half-hour of sleep.

He eats exactly what happens to appeal to his appetite or whatever his family has prepared for meals. He smokes, and has for seventy-five years. He chewed tobacco for fifty year, but gave up that habit recently, but simply as a matter of taste. He doesn’t believe in prohibition, although he hasn’t taken a drink in ten years. He has no advice to give to the seekers of perpetual life except for them to do what they want to and think best. And for his part he expects to be selling ten years from now.

CLAYTON ranks among the oldest natives of this city. He was born at No. 194 Hudson Street in 1828. At that time the city did not extend above Canal Street, and his home was on the outskirts. He spent his boyhood between playing over meadows that are now the most valuable property in the world, and sitting on docks watching the white winged clipper ships sailing up the bay. He remembers a church at Franklin Square that white haired New Yorkers never knew existed. He worked on Maiden Lane when cloth, not diamonds, was its chief asset.

And this patriarch has the spirit of a boy. He doesn’t admit that he is growing old, because he doesn’t believe in it. Unless he’s fired, he declares, he will be working in the shoe business indefinitely.