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r? _ SUBMARINES. Little Stories About German U-Boats and Their British Prey. Out of the green depths, with the suddenness of a lightning flash, death rose at the British destroyer. Looking down from the bridge, her captain saw a glint of shining, swiftmoving steel under the vessel's side. * 3 1 ~ u,n-r/^ orovcQr rnQrpfl A SBCOnu litter ct 11U5C OV J M vu* VV? Skyward, cutting as it rose, a great gap in the destroyer's side. "Torpedoed!" exclaimed the captain, and his words were almost choked back into his throat by the surge that threw him overboard. A signalman standing on the bridge was shot up into the air like a bolt from a catapult, turned a somersault - and fell down into the sea, where, with one hand, he instinctively grasped a floating spar, while with the other he wiped the blood from his \ face in a dazed kind of way?and ? y cursed vigorously. Meanwhile the <' captain was swimming about, with !- v ' tight-set lips, trying to count the j number of heads bobbing amid the waves, and from them to estimate how many of his men had gone down with the ship. This was chapter one of the grim war story. Chapter two opened some few days later, when the captain of the sub^ marine destroyer walked into a cer& > tain admiral's office and said: "I want you to let me have a trawler, sir." v "Why?" asked the admiral. . "I'm going out after one of those German submarines, and I won't come back till I've got one." - ?. y 9 ?? "Very well; take wnat you warn. . Out in a trawler went the captain. For some days he thrashed about the sea., sleepless, unresting, even vigilantly looking for the quarry he was ;. - hunting. And, as he who seeks diligently will surely find, one morning thei captain's persistence was rewarded. There was a swirl in the water on the trawler's beam, and up rose a U-boat. From her conning tower f emerged a man who shouted in guttural English, "Take to your boats; I'm going to sink vou? ship. I'll give T-< . > you five minutes to get clear of her." * "Will you?" snapped back the captain. "Before that time's up you'll gllpjr' he below." * Even as he spoke there came the snarling yap of quick-firers from the fc#;, trawler. As their projectiles struck I;.':-. the submarine she seemed to quiver <:/ v 1 as though in pain, then she rolled sideways and sank, like a whale with a death wound. Without speaking a word the cap ?v tain put his trawler about and steer?d for home. Fighting submarines is not always so grim a business, for sometimes an ?|&-r ? element of humor and no bloodshed characterizes these encounters. Here ? in nnint A burley north .V ID a Vttov iu _ _ , jr county 6kipper was bringing his ship t*,; - ; ?a little coasting craft?to anchor, - Vf when he saw a periscope poke up right alongside her. Putting his hands to his mouth he shouted: "Hey, Geordie! Geordie!" A deck hand answered the hail and asked what was the matter. "Why, there's a submarine alongfside us. Hop over quick an' knock his eyes out or he'll sink us." Without any hesitation Geordie seized a hammer, sprang over the ship's side, and found himself upon the conning tower of a U-boat. Promptly he began to "let swing" at the periscope lens. Apparently the "boat had unknowingly came up alongside the ship and those in her wondered where she had got it. Cautiously the conning tower opened and a sacred face peeped out to investi " gate. Geordie went for this, too. Down went the tower-hatch; down also went the submarine and scuttled JK v k v away. A Welsh skipper found himself in charge of a vessel "sweeping" off the coast. Suddenly, a trail of smoke smudged the horizon and four destroyers came into view. The skipper put on full speed, but as well might a tortoise try to run away from a greyhound. Within a few minutes the flotilla was close abeam, and the destroyers began firing at the "sweeper" as they spun past. Splinters flew from various pert of her though the marksmanship was not "top line." Fast on her bridge stood the skipper, saying things that were not prayers, his Celtic blood aboil. The last vessel of the flotilla slowed down. "Come alongside me," peremptorily megaphoned her commanding officer to the "sweeper." "Aye, aye," replied the skipper, throwing up his hand in assent. And he went alongside, though quite in a different way from what the enemy expected. Turning his ship's bows on V* ^ VOUflr f A r? 4iT?n 11 IU lilt? UCSU UJCl lie ?aii5 L\JI J. steam ahead," and drove his vessel stem first into the enemy?rammed him savagely?knocking some of his gear overboard and cutting a big hole in his plating. Much to the skipper's surprise, for he had not expected so tame a finish, the destroyer showed no fight, but made off as fast as she could. Read The Herald, $1.50 per year. DOG FED OX MALT AND BEER. Rough Coated, 240-|M>und St. Bernard Attracts Much Attention. With something near $1,000,000 worth of dogs benched and a holiday 5 - x J X 1 I Ail. | cruwa in auenuance, me -*uui annua, show of the Westminister Kennel club opened today in Madison Square Garden, says a New York special. Xo official figures of the number ot spectators present were given out, but from noon until almost midnight the narrow aisles between the benches were almost impassable. It was a regular dog show crowd, made up of spectators from all walks of life. There were lawyers, judges, clergymen, doctors, financiers and a large sprinkling of society folk, all bent upon paying tribute to the aristocrats of the canine race. Judging started early in the morning in a dozen different rings, and it was around these centres that the real lover of dogs congregated. Here were found the breeder and the fancier, both amateur and professional, the owner of a kennel and the individual with a single entry, all intensely interested watching the awarding of the ribbons and occasionally criticising the judgment of officials who had charge of breeds in which they were most concerned. For those who have a weakness for extremes, even in dogs, it might il--i AT 1 * be wortny 01 note mat me laigesc dog in the show was Ch. Lady Lyn- I * don, a rough-coated St. Bernard, I < owned and shown by Colonel; Jacob 4 Ruppert. Her ladyship weighs close ^ to 240 pounds, and according to her owner is fed on hot malt and drinks beer in moderation. The smallest * dog exhibited was Ch. Karno Little 4 Briton, a toy black-and-tan terrier, 4 owned by Mme. Rose Correno. This 4 little midget weighed exactly 10 ^ ounces and was five inches tall. The highest or tallest dog benched * was a Scottish deer hound, shown by 4 Mrs. Robert A. Fairbairn, wife of one 4 of the vice presidents of the National 4 Horse Show association, who was ^ making her debut as an exhibitor. ] Her entry was Midlothian Mediator, ^ who was placed reserve to Dr. Norton 4 Downs' MacGregor, the winner for 4 Scottish deer hound bitches. 4 Midlothian Mediator stood 32 ^ inches at the shoulder. i- 4 Another exhibitor who was snown i for the first time was Magistrate Robert C. Cornell, the old Columbia oarsman, who stroked -the victorious Blue and White crew off the honors at Henley regatta. Mr. Cornell was only showing one dog, in the pointer breed, but he went winner and also took the ribbon in the American-bred class. Philander is a young dog and should make a wonderful bench winner in the future. He was competing against a lot of high-class animals, many of which were foreign bred, or by imported sires. The breeds to attract most attention from the spectators and the experts were the wire-haired fox terrier and the English bull dogs. In the former everybody wanted to see Mrs. Roy A. Rainey's imported Wycollar boy, the dog for which she is said to have given $6,000, and which was shown today for the first time in this country. When the early classes of the fox terriers were brought into the ring on the main floor of the Garden the spectators flocked around this inclosure and they were soon six and eight deep around the railings. Directly Wycollar Boy arrived, looking very much like any other fine specimen of the breed to the unitiated, ovniamatinns of "There he I 4 IHC1 C ?> Ci c ga\/iuuix.?~. _ is!" and "Oh* isn't he a beauty!" And the new importation proved he was worthy of all these flattering remarks. He took the blue in the limit class and then went to winners, the reserve going tto the Ridgeway Kennels' Ch. Baby Dazzler. Wycollar Boy was put down in the very pink of condition, and he will take a lot of beating for the best dog in the show. Old fox terrier judges, a number of whom were around the ring, acknowledged they had never seen a finer lot of terriers before at the garden show. "Nothing to Report." During our first summer in the trenches there were days, sometimes weeks, at a time, when, in the language of the official bulletins, there was "nothing to report" or "calm" prevailed "along our entire front." From the point of view of the "war office, these statements were, doubtloes true enough. There were no great battles, there was no wholesale slaughtering of soldiers. But from Tommy Atkins's point of view, "calm was putting it somewhat mildly. Life in the trenches, even on the quietest of days, is a long battle of British resourcefulness vs. German ingenuity. Snipers, machine gunners, artillerymen, airmen, engineers, signalmen of the opposing sides, vie with each other in daring and skill, in order to secure that coveted advantage, the morale. 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