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Ask Me Another
0 A General Quiz
e Bell Syndicate.—WNXJ Service.
1. To what relative does “ avun
cular’’ refer?
2. What man who later became
President fought at San Juan Hill?
3. In what country did the Ming
Dynasty reign?
4. What is bisk?
3. Who was the first Roman em
peror?
6. What hero was inspired to
further action by a spider’s per
severance?
7. What flag was called "the
jolly Roger"?
8. To what was the term "shin-
plaster" applied in American his
tory?
9. What does "azoic" mean?
10. Where is Lake Constance?
11. When it is noon in Philadel
phia what time is it in Yokohama?
12. An English king was once
crowned on a Sunday. Who was
he?
Answers
1. An uncle.
2. Theodore Roosevelt.
3. China.
4. A thick rich soup.
5. Augustus Caesar.
6. Robert Bruce.
7. That of the pirates.
8. To fractional paper money.
9. Without life or with organic
remains.
10. On the border of Switzerland
and Germany.
11. Two a. m. the next day.
12. King Edward VI on Febru
ary 20, 1547.
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“Skirmish Line"
By FLOYD GIBBONS
T ODAY’S Distinguished Adventurer, boys and girls, is Charles
Levine of New York city, an old soldier, and a veteran of the
Philippine campaign. Charley has an army citation for gal
lantry in action—and here’s how he won it.
It was the night of January 22, 1913, and word had come to the army
barracks at Jolo that a Moro stronghold had been located eighteen
miles in the interior. Charley Levine’s outfit—Troop H, Eighth Cavalry—
augmented by two companies of Philippine scouts and one company of
native constabulary, started out after the insurrectionists. With them
went a “jackass battery" consisting of one three-inch mountain gun
hitched to four balky mules, and Charley was one of twelve men
assigned to that battery.
All night long thfey forced their way throngh matted jungle,
at daybreak they were in sight of the Moro retreat—a rectangular
trench, surrounded by a wall of bamboo palings, covered over
with a thick matting of cogan grass, and stocked with enough
food and supplies and ammunition to withstand a long siege.
The Skirmishers Went Too Far.
There was no time for rest. The Moros espied the cavalrymen
and discharged a blast of rifle fire. The Americans set up their moun
tain gun on a knoll five hundred feet away and let loose a rain of shell
fire as the rest of the men deployed in a long skirmish line and ad
vanced on the fort.
The skirmishers moved on—the mountain gun shooting over theitf
heads. Then, suddenly, the lieutenant in charge of the gun shouted,
"Hold it, boys. THEY’VE GONE TOO FAR." The skirmishers, almost
to the fort now, had advanced into the range of fire of their own
artillery.
The bombardment ceased. "Somebody will have to go down there
and tell them to fall back," the lieutenant snapped. A man was sent down
with the message. "We watched him plunge into the jungle growth
and strike off toward the line," says Charley. "Suddenly a lithe brown
figure streaked out of the underbrush. A bolo flashed and the messenger
crashed into the sea of grass—DECAPITATED. It was over in a
moment.
"We gritted our teeth with helpless rage. Another man went
forward—to his death. The jungle down there was full of Moros.
Still another man went down—and again that macabre perform
ance was repeated."
Charley Took the Suicidal Job.
It was sheer murder to send a man down into that Moro infested no
man’s land—sheer suicide to volunteer. But in the meantime the
skirmishers on the line were firing blindly at the bamboo walls, exposed
to the fusillades of the Moros, while they waited for the mountain gun
to open a breach. Something had to be done. Charley and a buddy,
Claude Underwood, volunteered to try it together.
"It wasn't much more than three hundred feet to the line,” says
Charley, but it looked like miles. The tall grass rippled sleepily in the
early morning breeze. Ahead of us lay the Moro fort swathed in swirls
of gun smoke which rose sinuously in the damp air. Rifles roared and
blasted.
"We darted and ducked through the cogan. The crepitation of the
grass under our feet—the drowsy rustling of the tall shoots—made us
grip our rifles hard and pivot from one side to the other in the direc
tion of the sound. Every movement of the undergrowth looked like a
Moro—bolo in hand, waiting to pad out silently behind us and cut off our
heads, as they had cut off the heads of the others."
But evidently no one Moro wanted to tackle two men. They got
through to the line. The line fell back and once more the gun on the
knoll boomed out and sent its shells screaming into the fort. Great
gaps yawned in the walls. The fire from the Moros became feebler
and feebler.
Surrounded by the Moros.
Charley and Claude stayed on the line until the order to charge
was sounded. Then they leaped forward with the rest. They stumbled
over a muddy creek bottom and swarmed through a gap in the wall.
The fort was deserted. The Moros had slipped away—those that re
mained alive—leaving behind their dead, their supplies and their ammu
nition. The men started back to the knoll. Mopping their sweaty faces,
Charley and Claude turned to follow when—
Out of the jungle came eight Moros, spread fanwise, their
bolos poised for their work of decapitation. "We gripped our
rifles," says Charley, "and retreated slowly, exchanging glare
for glare with the insurrectos. A scatter of rifle fire sounded be
hind us. Cut off! SURROUNDED! “The creek bottom,’ I roared
to Underwood. ’Let’s run for it!* We rfcn for that slimy asylum,
reaching the creek bed as another burst of gunfire crashed over
our heads." '
They hugged the floor of the creek, breathing hard. It was their
last stand. They peered through the grass, but there was no one in
sight. Where were those Moros? Why didn’t those birds with the bolos
come and finish their deadly work. And where were their own pals?
Didn’t they see the predicament Claude and Charley were in?
, Comrades to the Rescue.
The suspense was maddening. They decided to make a break for
it—try to shoot their way out. The Moros weren’t much good as marks
men. They might make it. Another crash of rifle fire, and Charley
started to get up. An anxious voice yelled: "Get down, Charlie. Stay
down, Claude.” And Charley says that for the next ten seconds you
couldn’t have slipped a cigarette paper between him and the ground.
Another volley or two and it was all over. The rifle fire had come
from the Americans, who had seen those eight bolo-swinging Moros and
were trying to drive them off by shooting over Claude’s and Charley’s
heads. Ducking into the creek had saved both their lives, because it
gave their buddies a chance to shoot over them and drive off the enemy.
Twenty years later, almost to a day, Charley Levine received the
army’s silver star citation—"for gallantry in action against hostile Moros
at Jolo, Philippins Islands, January 22, 1913."
©—WNU Service.
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Napoleon Chose Grave on
the Island of St. Helena
Jamestown, Island of St. Helena,
is the town and countryside where
Napoleon spent an exile of six years.
Longwood, the house where Napo
leon lived, is a long one-story build
ing with a peaked roof, high enough
for attic bedrooms for servants. The
house is partly of mortar and is
as it was when the deposed em
peror of France lived there, notes
a writer in the Washington Post.
In this house Napoleon was vir
tually a prisoner, guarded night and
day. He was allowed walks about
the countryside, but if he strayed
too far an alarm bell rang out, call
ing him back.
During one of his rambles Napo
leon came upon a spring beneath
a great cypress tree which over
looked a peaceful valley. Many
times he returned to the place. He
grew to love the spot and finally
asked that when death came that
he might be buried there. Napoleon
died on May 5, 1821, and was buried
j in the space which is surrounded by
an iron fence. The body was re
moved to Paris October 15, 1840. It
is related that on the last page oi
Napoleon’s copybook, used when he
was a schoolboy in Corsica, where
he was born, these words are writ
ten in his own handwriting:
"St. Helena, an island in the
South Atlantic; British possession.”
St. Helena lies 1,200 miles west
of the coast of Angola, Africa, and
about twice this distance east of
Brazil. It is in practically the same
latitude as Mozambique.
Desert Mountain Sheep
The Desert Mountain sheep lives
in the most severe environment of
any of the Bighorn sheep of North
America. In much of its range,
permanent water holes are 30 to 50
miles apart, and about these the
life of these hardy animals must
center during most of the year. The
desert mountain ranges which are
their homes are low, rugged, hot,
rocky, unforested territory. Vege
tation is sparse, and the whole ter
rain is the most forbidding occupied
by any major species of big game.
That the animals can find suste
nance there, where the annual pre
cipitation may amount to less than
three inches, is astonishing.
T HIS week’s crop of fashions
seem fully as sweet and gay
and long-awaited as lovely Spring
-with which they’re meant to
harmonize. Mary, Sue and Emily,
three charming standees, know
how to have day in day out chic
without forfeiting that pretty
silver lining in their new Spring
purses
Hints From Mary’s Boudoir.
"I’m especially fussy about the
slip I wear, perhaps that’s why I
always sew-my-own! I never miss
the few hours it takes, and I can
spend the difference for a finer,
better-wearing fabric. A slip
that’s well-behaved is a joy to
yourself—others as well—and just
as easy to have. So take a tip
from one who knows: choose this
model and a good fabric and you’ll
have no further slip troubles."
A Lift for M’Lady.
"A new frock means more to
me than a new fabric and a
change of color—it means a lift,
a new lease on life!" So says
Miss Sue, a snappy sophomore
who sews. "I decided 1252 had the
kind of newness I want: the clever
cut of the waistcoat bodice first
caught my fancy, and the saucy
swing skirt made me sign on the
dotted line. I go for simple neck
lines, and I like lots of buttons
too. You should see my version in
royal blue silk crepe—really, it’s
something to be proud of.”
Designers Win Praise.
"Smart Matron your granny,"
retorts Emily to an intended bit
of flattery regarding her new wel-
come-to-spring frock. "If I look
as young as I feel I’ll be mistaken
for a Laf-a-Lot! But honestly, this
new dress gives me a more
dressed-up feeling than any I can
remember in Springs gone by. I
think Sew-Your-Own designers are
smart to give us ‘40’s’ some of
that swing the youngsters rave
about Do you suppose they sym
pathize with the poor young men
who are urged nowadays to
‘Swing, Swing dear Mother-in-
law’?”
The Patterns.
Pattern 1909 is for sizes 14 to
20 (32 to 46 bust). Size 16 requires
2% yards of 39 inch material.
Pattern 1252 is for sizes 12 to 20
(32 to 38 bust). Size 14 requires 3%
yards of 39 inch material plus %
yard contrasting.
Pattern 1233 is for sizes 34 to 52.
Size 36 requires 5% yards of 39
inch material phis % yard
trasting.
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How Did “Bonus” Originate?
HE bonus checks paid out re
cently to our veterans of the
World war gladdened the heart of
many an ex-soldier. While this
bonus was undoubtedly the biggest
given by any country in the history
of the world, it was by no means the
first.
The word "bonus" comes from
Latin and means good. It has al
ways been used in English in the
sense of gift. In Great Britain it
was first applied to dividends dis
tributed from the surplus of life in
surance companies. In America it
was used in the industrial and com
mercial world to designate a pay
ment above that expected, whether
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earners.
Later the term was applied to
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While never called that before,
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cel of land and a sum of money
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part in the French and Indian war.
And Abraham Lincoln was given
a piece of land in Iowa for his
services in the Blackhawk war.
Except for his home in Springfield,
Illinois, it was about the only real
estate he ever owned.
The First Envelopes
HUNDRED years ago, the busi
ness of posting letters was an
expensive and difficult job. In the
first place, there was no such thing
as an adhesive postage stamp. And
even worse, there was no such thing
as a modern envelope.
In those days, when travel was
slow and hazardous, relatively few
people ever had occasion to write
letters. The few who did, wrote
their messages on one side of the
note paper only, and carefully
wrapped it up so that none of the
writing showed. Then they either
paid the postman directly, or sent
it postage collect. The reason en
velopes were so seldom used was
because an extra charge was made
for any paper, no matter how small,
when wrapped up in another.
A few wrappers that might be
called envelopes had been used in
France early in the Seventeenth
century, and a few were sold in
England as early as 1830. But the
first American to manufacture en
velopes was named Pierson, who in
1839 began to sell them in his Ful
ton Street Stationer’s shop in New
York City.
The United States mail service
has come a long way since those
early times. The Pony express,
which numbered Buffalo Bill among
its brave riders, was a thrilling if
brief interlude. The first time mail
was carried on a railroad train
marked the beginning of a new era
in . communication. And the way
that our modernized Uncle Sam de
livers literally billions of pieces of
mail annually with efficiency and
speed is a tribute to our unexcelled
form of government.
Origin of Chinese Laundrymen
HE Chinese are admittedly the
best hand laundrymen ' in the
world. No American town would
be complete without its "Chink" and
his hole-in-the-wall laundry.
The Chinese first got into the
clothes-washing business through a
queer set of circumstances. Back
in the years around the California
gold rush of 1849, miners on the
west coast found they were unable
to hire people to do menial labor
for love or money. Everyone had
come to California to dig for gold
and nothing else. So desperate did
their straits become that many sent
their clothes all the way to Hawaii
and even to China to have them
washed. This was China’s original
contact with the American laundry
business.
When the first transcontinental
railway line was being built many
years later, whole shiploads of Chi
nese were imported because of their
cheapzjgss and industry to work on
the ro$ki bed. After the line was
finished, many Chinese wanted to
remain and make their fortune in
the new land of oppdTtunity.
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to temperamental and language
barriers, the doors of most busi
nesses were closed to them. They
had to find a business requiring
little capital or education, and
where they would be their own
masters and have few contacts with
Westerners.
The laundry business was one of
the few which met these reqflire-
ments. Many of the original
Chinese and their descendants have
become well-to-do in it.
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