The Lenapah Post (Lenapah, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 10, 1914 Page: 2 of 4
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THE LEHAPAH 0 K L A POST
TRe Human
House
By WILHELM LAMSZUS
JUopjrlght j rnAtrtsk A Htokea Oempwv)
CHAPTER V— Continued
"Ho? many kids are there under
way that’ll never come to aee their
dads?”
And then he thaws and begins to
talk about hts brother who bad to
leave with the army service corps
two days before and he was called on
the colors the very same day his wile
was brought to bed so that he had to
leave her before she was out of the
wood
"Almost make you think us wasn’t
human beings’’
The drums and fifes strike up brisk-
ly and play a merry march
Some one or other somewhere In
the crowd setB up a loud crowing sort
of cheer
"Hip! hip! hooray!"
And the others Join In It spreads
all down the whole length of the
street and does not die down again
But It leaves my yokel unmoved
"What’3 the good of that how-d’ye-do?
Folks are fair crazed There Is
no sense In It”
I glance at him out of the corner of
my eye He Is Impenetrably rapt In
his own gloomy reflections Then he
begins again
“Ah’ve left a wife and three kidB to
home They’re to get a few pence a
day the lot and naught more And
that’s what four people have got to
live on”
Some one tries to cheer him up
“Then some one else’U turn up
who’ll look after ’em!"
“What others?" comes the answer
In a deep growl "They’ll have their
hands full looking after themselves
By the time I get home they’ll have
kicked the bucket the whole lot of
'em The best thlng’d be never to
come home no more”
Then the big drum breaks Into his
complaint A more dull reverberating
throb It Is to usher In the regimental
band and orders the drums and the
fifes to desist
And then again deep and monitory
Boom!
The pipers begin to play the regi-
mental march
And now — the reglmehtal hand
-y e trikes up You may kick agalnBt It
as saV wlTl The martial strain In-
fecA the excited streets trumpets
baclt from a wall of houses stirs the
blopd so joyously and exorcises the
specters of the night from your brain
Your muscles stiffen v you throw your
head up and your legs strut along
proudly to keep step and time And
the rhythm of step and time Infects
the whole crowd The effect on the
crowd is electric They are waving
their hands from the pavements they
are waving their hands from the win-
dows they are waving their bands
from the balconies The air Is white
with pocket-handkerchiefs And now
some one In front begins to sing
They are shotting and singing against
one another The tune gains strength
until It has fought Its way through
and swirls above our heads like the
wind before a storm
The national anthem!
The whole street Is taking It up
The regimental band has capitulated
to the song that carries every one
away with It And then It solemnly
Joins In
The crowds bare their heads We
can see nothing except glowing faces
figures marching under a spell a na-
tion afire and kindled to enthusiasm
We march through the town singing
' ecstatically until we reach the station
until we at length come to a stand-
still on the platform reserved for us
The train Is already standing there
The bridge beyond leading over the
rails Is black with people shouting and
waving down to us
We are already told off '
Eight men to the compartment
“Tara tata!” The bugle calls us to
entrain and the doors are thrown
open We have scarcely stacked our
packs and rifles and donned our caps
when the engine starts and amid
thunderous cheers we slide out of the
station and leave behind us a distant
fading roar a dying bum— the town
shouting her last farewell to her sol-
diers We make ourselves comfortable
We are sitting and smoking our pipes
Three unable to change all at once'
have already started a game of cards
Two more are sitting In the corner
and putting their heads together The
yokel Is by himself and shows no In-
terest In anything
I am looking out of the window
watching the landscape fly past my
eyes The rejoicings are still hot In
my blood I have lived to see a great
day Wherever the bulk of the peo-
ple rises above the dust of every day
It becomes Irresistible and carries
away with It even the man who would
fain stand aloof and keep bis head
-cool
And we hurry past forests and
livers past meadows whose extent I
cannot see past hills that fade away
Into the blue of distance past an lm-
- measurably rich country that stands
golden In Its ears of corn
And over It all shines the sun of
one’s native land
And I would fain spread out my
arms
Yes our native land Is fair and
great and worthy that a man should
shed bis blood for It
CHAPTER VI
Like the Promise of May
Ws bava turned off the main
and have to march over a field of
stubble A battle was fought here
yesterday for the field Is sown with
dead bodies They have picked up
the wounded But as yet they have
had no time to bury those who died
where they fell
The first dead man we saw struck
us dumb At first we hardly realized
what it meant— this lifeless new Uni-
form spread out there — from the way
he was lying you could hardly believe
he was really dead It gave you a
prickly feeling 'on the tongue It
seemed as If you were on maneuvers
and the fellow lying there In a ditch
had got a touch of the sun A rough
soldierly Jest a cheery shout was all
that was wanted to raise him to his
ramshackle legs
"Hullo you! Got a head? Keep a
stiff neck”
But the words froze In -our throat
for an Icy breath was wafted to us
from the dead man and a chill hand
clutched at our terror-stricken hearts
So that was death! We knew all
about It now That Is what It looks
like and we turned our heads back
and shuddered
But then there came more and more
of them
And by this time we have become
accustomed to them
Strange! I gaze at these Bllent
faces that seem to laugh at us at
these wounds that seem to mouth at
us fantastically as if they had nothing
to do with me It Btrikes me all as so
remote so Indifferent As if all these
dead bodies were lying In glass cases
as If I were in an anatomical museum
and were staring with dispassionately
curious eyes at some scientific ex-
hibits Sometimes no wounds at all are
visible The bullets have passed
through the uniforms somewhere and
have gone clean through the softer
parts of the bodies
They have grown rigid in death in
grotesque postures as It death had
been trying to pose figures here
There are certain schemes of death
that are always recurring Hands out-
stretched — fingers clawing the grass —
fallen forward on to the face — that
fellow over there lying on his back Is
holding his hand pressed tight against
his abdomen as If be were trying to
stanch the wound
In the country I was once watching
them killing sheep There a beast
lay and was waiting for the butcher
and as the short knife cut through Its
windpipe and Jugular vein and the
blood leaped hot from Its neck I
could see nothing but the big eye bow
It enlarged In Its head to a fearsome
stare until at last it turned to a dull
glass
All the bodies lying about here as
If bleating up to heaven have got
these glazed eyes they are lying as If
they were outstretched In the abattoir
Well to be bit and to fall down dead
there’s nothing to make a fuss about
that! But to be shot through the
chest to be shot through he belly to
burn for hours in the fever of your
wounds to cool your mangled body in
the wet grass and to stare up into
the pitiless blue heavens because your
accursed eyes go on refusing to glaze
over yet —
I turn away from them I force my-
self to look past these mocking gro-
tesque poses plastlques of death
And I am already spirited far away
and am sitting in my little study at
home My coffee cup Is standing
snugly to my hand My book-case is
beaming down on me My well-loved
books Invite me and In front of me
my book of books “Faust” lies open
And so I read and feel the wonderful
relaxation that comes after work
stealing through my longing blood
The door opens A little girl and
a boy who has Just learned the use of
his legs put their noses In at the door
“Daddy may we?”
I nod consent Then they spread
out their little arms and rush at me
“Daddy!”
They are climbing on to my knees
now and I give them a ride — "this Is
how we ride to war”
But they twine their soft arms
round my neck until at length I put
them down on the floor “Now go
to mummy — ”
And Bow —
A new picture How very plainly
I see It We have gone out of a Sun-
day afternoon beyond the suburbs
gone out with bag and baggage I
see the green fields bright and fair
and see the two kiddles bright and
fair They are rolling about In the
grass and chasing the butterflies and
laughing up at me and crowing with
delight as they run after the ball I
have thrown down for them to play
with And the sky stretches above us
In Its Sabbath blue and so confidently
as if It all could never come to an end
And Dora smiles at me with quiet
eyes
Then I come back with a start — I
feel my knapsack chafing my back — I
feel my rifle — I see the dead at my
feet again —
My God! how can these things be?
How can these two worlds be so ter-
ribly close to eadh other?
And we pass on through this first
spring crop of dead bodies No one
sayB a word No one has a Joke
How surreptitiously the others glance
aside when some corpse all too gro-
tesquely mangled meets their eyes
I wonder what Is passing through
their brains?
Workingmen tradesmen artisans
and agricultural laborers that's what
they are for the most part They
themselves have as yet never smelled
powder nor ever been under fire
That I suppose Is the reason why
they have suddenly become' so dumb
Then a voice beside me says some-
thing abruptly and It seems as If the
voice rebounded hollow from the si-
lence 'The stuff Is laying about here same
as muck”
That was my ' yokel beside me
Then he too relapses Into silence
and I feel as If 1 could read behind
tbelr shy eyes as if all that Is going
on In these dull brains had suddenly
become clear as daylight
They’re all drawn from that other
world where life kissed us and coz-
ened caressingly round our bodies
You have brought us up as human be-
ings That we have been human no
longer counts Life and lore no longer
count flesh and blood no longer
count only 'gore and corpses count
for anything now How we used to
tremble in that other world when a
naked human life was even in danger
How we rushed into the burning house
to drive away the death for which
some poor old paralyzed woman
craved How we plunged Into the
wintry river to snatch a starved beg-
gar brat from the quiet waters We
would not even suffer a man to creep
away out of life by stealth while we
looked on We cut down suicides at
their last sob and hustled them back
Into life Of our mercy we set up
half-rotted wastrels with new bodies
with pills elixirs and medicines with
herbalists profeBsors and surgeons
with cauteries amputations and elec-
trotherapy we fanned the flickering
life and fed the sunken flame with
oxygen and radium and all the ele-
ments There was nothing greater
nothing more sacred than life Life
was everything to us was for us the
most precious possession on earth
And here lies that most precious of
possessions — here It Is lying wasted
and used up— spurned as the dust by
the roadside — and we are marching
along over It as over dust and stones
CHAPTER VII
Blood and Iron
The whole of that morning we had
been marching In the eye of the sun
without coming across a drop of wa-
ter for the country was not well wa-
tered and there had been no rain for
weeks Our tongues were parched
our throats were burning When
about midday we passed through a
farmyard where we found a last re-
maining drop of dirty liquid It seemed
as If the water evaporated on the
tongue before It ever reached our
throats Then we had been marched
on interminably so that it was almost
with a sense of relief that we heard
the first sound of the guns rolling up
to meet us
The firing grew hotter and we soon
left the main road and turned down
lane We were pushed on at
smart pace Our faces were glowing
from thirst and beat “The column was
enveloped In a thick cloud of dust
The taste of dust Instead of water was
on our tongues The dust was lying
thick as a layer of flour on our cheeks
And we hurried on without a word
A quickset hedge barred the view on
either side Nothing but heavy foot
falls walking packs black clattering
pannikins rifles at the slope — hustle
and dust 1 Then some one
blundered over a stone in his way and
looked as If be were going to fall Into
the back of the man In front of him
but no shout of laughter greets
it — we are pushing on almost at the
double — at times when a gap in the
hedfee Blips past we can catch
glimpses of the line of skirmishers
advancing over open country — now at
length comes a check Halt!
Order arms! and I am scram-
bling through a gap In the hedge on
to the open fields open order
at five paces distance The
long-drawn line of skirmishers ad-
vances lilies at the ready in
front of us nothing but green fields in
sight In the heart of them gleams
the crude yellow of a field of muBtard
Ahead of us just opposite our front
dark wood not a trace of
the enemy In sight On our right
they have already pushed on the ad-
vance line On our left the skir-
mishers are just breaking through the
hedge and opening out to extend our
line of attack 1
The heavy noise In the air Is In-
cessant (TO BE CONTINUED)
ONE BLESSING THAT’S COME
At Least the Production of Hooks and
Eyes Has Been Curtailed by the
War In Europe
As one result of the war the produc-
tion of hooks and eyes has suddenly
been stopped or largely curtailed and
it is reported that the entire supply
of these Bmall but extremely signifi-
cant commodities has been "bought
up” Thus there Is an Immediate fam-
ine In that line with the accompanying
certainty at prohibitive prices
In some way the outlook thus pro-
duced may seem somewhat appalling
Upon hooks and eyes In present condi-
tions hangs the whole stability of fem-
inine fashion and the decorum of civi-
lization Is largely dependent upon
them And yet this news of the sud-
den corner In the hook-and-eye market
will undoubtedly be received by thou-
sands of men with subdued chuckles
of mirth and gratification
Among the masculine portion of so-
ciety this Is far from being a matter
to inspire gloom The process of
hooking up” 1 e effecting an accu-
rate conjunction between sixty-four
minute hooks and their corresponding
eyes — has driven many thousands of
respectable and harassed citizens In
the past few years to the verge of ner-
vous prostration The amount of pro-
fanity It has Inspired In men of hith-
erto unblemished character and habit
Is nothing short of deplorable
Honeet and peaceable men have been
rendered desperate and very likely the
undermining Influences of hooks and
eyes have been one of the chief con-
tributory causes for the increase of di-
vorce and the disruption of happy
homes Here seems an apt illustra-
tion of the saying that good may come
out of evil The shortage of books and
eyes may very well bring about at
least a partial return of domestic tran-
quillity What Bernard Shaw Said
Bernard Shaw once gave expression
to one of the finest things he or any-
one else ever said- Here It is: “Keep
yourself clean Remember you are
the window lights through which you
must view the world”
You may try to convince yourself
that it will not matter to the outer
world whether or not the windows of
your life are kept clean But there
Is one thing as certain as anything
can be certain and that Is that It
matters to you whether It does to
anyone else or not for If you cannot
get the right perspective on life and
upon all the various beauties that Ufa
gives out then you are cheating your-
self Everything matters that has to do
with your Individual happiness
ALTHOUGH the small hat has tri-
umphed for four seasons it shows
not the slightest sign of losing ground
And for midwinter with fur a furore
and many brilliant trimming novelties
at the milliner’s hand the small hat
cannot be outrivaled for beauty Vel-
vet and furs look unusually well with
the many metallic trimmings which
will sparkle along with the froBt as
long as winter lasts
Besides the endless number of tur-
ban shapes there are small hatB with
straight brims made of metallic nets
or laces and velvet crowns for those
who prefer brimmed shapes to the
turban Among the most elegant of
models are those having half the brim
of velvet bordered with a wide flange
of silver or gold lace or net and the
crown of velvet For a liat of this
kind the trimming Is often a collar of
mink or ermine or fitch Sometimes
a big flower of metallic net having
each petal bound with fur Is used for
garniture and sometimes brilliant silk
and velvet roses are used Hats of
this kind are rather difficult to make
aid require perfect workmanship and
the best material
Occasionally a moderately wide-
brimmed hat emphasizes Just how be
THE making of neckwear has grown
into a business of really great mag-
nitude and those who manufacture col-
lars and frills for the necks of wom-
ankind keep designers as busy as those
who create millinery These design-
ers follow the trend of fashion but
must produce variations In all types
of neckwear that 'will captivate by
tbelr daintiness and beauty and have
something of novelty to recommend
them
Just now there are several distinct
types of collars that are fashionable
leading off with the De Medici type
which will maintain Its supremacy
Then there are roll-over and turn-
over collars and those that take their
Inspiration from the sailor collar
Added to these are frills that extend
all around or only part way around the
neck
These several types are elaborated
In all sorts of ways There are medicl
collars with vestees others with capes
and still others combined with berthas
And they are made of lace or net or
sheer embroidery or organdie em-
bellished with fine narrow laces with
hemstitching tucks or cords’All other
types are made with as great variety
In construction and material
In finishing neck frills velvet and
satin ribbons and ribbon flowers are
added to them while the medicl and
sailor types with turn-over and roll-
ovef collars Indulge In fine embroid-
ery In evenly laid tucks and In In-
serted cords with hemstitching and
Plaited 8klrta Return
It Is an old wblmsey of fashion —
the placing of plaited silk or satin
flounces 'on tailored skirts intended
for street wear A smart tallleur for
autumn is a tete de negre broadcloth
with a tunlo and belted coat The
tunic extends to the knoe where there
Is a five-inch strap or belt of the ma-
terial which appears to button over
a deep flounce of black accordion
plaited satin The flounce Is not long
enough to hide the trim buttoned walk-
ing boot for all skirts now make dis
coming the brimmed hat can be Us
ally It Is trimmed with a broad band
of ostrich An example of this style Is
shown in the picture apd for shape
and manner of trimming It cannot be
improved upon
In the pretty velvet turban at the
right a narrow fringe of curled ostrich
extends about the top of the coronet
and the edge of the crown An ap'
plique of fancy braid gives a touch of
color at the side Metallic ribbons
are used in bows to finish turbans of
tills kind This is an excellent model
foi women of middle age
More distinctly suited to the ma-
tronly wearer Is the turban with a
wide fur band about the coronet
headed with a band of steel beads
The crown is extended to simulate a
loop of velvet at the center and over-
hangs the coronet at the back like a
tarn This method of draping the
crown gives the turban the necessary
height
A collar of white fox fur is effective-
ly worn with this smartly designed
hat Collars and boas of ostrich serve
the purpose of fur They are made in
many colors and combinations of
colors and are very popular
lingerie laces -to embellish the plain
sheer fabrics of which most of them
are made
Just now to be worn with tailored
suits there are “laundered sets" by
which is meaiit stiff collars and cuffs
which are either plain or embroidered
and starched into the required stiff-
ness One of these collars with one
of the cuffs to match Is shown In the
picture It has a small vestee and
fastens up rather close about the neck
The cuff 1b provided with a little tub
which Is pinned to the coat sleeve
The crisp freshness of these sets adds
100 per cent of style to the plain
street suit Similar sets of sheer or
gandie are just as pretty
A plain vestee with military collar
made of organdie Is also Bhown In the
picture The frontB of the vestee are
hemstitched the edges of the collar
finished In the same way and the col-
lar attached to the vestee with hem-
stitching which Is the one decorative
feature of this piece
This standing collar Is a novelty
that will be welcomed b women who
prefer to have the throat covered and
those to whom other types are not be-
coming Among the prettiest collars with
cuffs to match are severe and simple
styles In the roll-over collar made of
organdie Often the only ornament is
a narrow transparent fluted edging
The collars fasten up moderately close
about the neck
JULIA BOTTOM LEY
play of the feet and footgear Is pret-
tier than ever the street boot being -dainty
affair of patent leather with
buttoned top of light kid or even
silk brocaded cloth
of
Volcanoes In United States
In Washington Mount Rainier Is a
volcano believed to show evidence of
Internal heat and Mount St Helena
Is reported to have been In eruption
In 1843 while Mount Baker the most
northerly In the United States was in
eruption in 1843
i FMM
raOLTCT
ALL STRIVE FOR'SAME THING
Breeders of Rhode Island Reds Aim
for Standard Requirements In
Color Shape and Weight
‘ Breeders of Rhode Island Reds as
breeders of all other varieties are all
striving for the same thing— standard
requirements in color shape and
weight In tile Reds the coloring of
male and female are practically the
Rhode Island Red
same the male's plumage being more
brilliant the weight is five pounds
for pullet bIx and one-half for hen
seven and one-half for cockerel and
eight and one-half for cock The only
difference in strain is one of family
A community might consist of Ameri-
cans only yet have as many different
characteristics as families So with
chickens a dozen flocks of Reds might
show 12 different race characteristics
for the reason that some breeders em-
phasize the' importance of one point
more than others and have bred for
that until their strain is prepotent la
that line and a male of that strain
will stamp the characteristic on every
descendant Sometimes It Is strong
vitality (the best possible inheri-
tance) sometimes a tendency to early
maturity possibly towards egg pro-
ductions maybe especially good comb
eye etc
BEGIN WITH SMALL FLOCKS
Necessities More Readily Attended to
and Sickness Noted — Size Should
Depend on Building
The ambitions of the beginner are
apt to be too high They jump at con-
clusions If 100 hens will net a cer-
tain profit 1000 surely would reach
ten-fold There Is just where the mis-
take Is made Small flocks invariably
receive better care than large ones
A man has more time to devote to a
small flock fully one-tenth more time
than he would have with one ten
times larger Sickness is more read-
ily noted and the necessities attend-
ed than with a flock that consumes
the best part of a day to feed and
water With small flocks a man has
time to buy the feed and keep the
stock at exercise he has time to
dally gather up the droppings time
to change nests and keep the place
clean Large flocks necessitate the
employment of extra labor This
hired help may ruin the flock in
charge This is not Imaginary but
actual experience Again large flocks
are apt to be kept In crowded quar-
ters much to their discomfort and
health Small flocks are afforded more
breathing space
Just what the size of that small
flock should be depends upon the ac-
commodations If the pen was built
for ten fowls don’t put In eleven The
capacity Is easily determined fill up
to that using good Judgment and
our word for Jt there will be more
profit
Hens will not lay when their combs
are frozen
Oats are excellent for both old and
young birds
Doctor your birds at the first sign
droopiness J
of
See that the early pulletB are pro-
vided with nests
Wait until the poultry is dry and
cool before packing
Soft-shelled eggB will be hatched If
the hens are overfat
Corn fed In the evening Is an excel-
lent food in cold weather
For large chickens oats are excel-
lent for the making of bone and mus
cle
Chopped onions are said to act as
good tonlo to chickens when fed to
them
Cut green bone should be constant-
fed to fowls— nothing Is better for
them
e
Duck eggs seem to have the thin-
shells being about 106 per
neit
cent of the whole weight of the egg
Yards for Growing Chicks '
necessary to keep growing chick-
n yards make the yards so that
they can be moved to a fresh piece of
ground as often as Is necessary to fur-
nish a clean sweet grassy spet
Unthreshed Grain for Hens
If living on a farm don't fall to lay
aside a few bundles of unthreshed
grain The hens will enjoy tearing It
to pieces next winter and the In-
creased egg yield will pay you for the
trouble
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A man who doesn't exaggerate a
little is seldom an interesting talker
Smile on wash dny That’s when you use
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"The circus hero beaded the lion in
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“Close shave wasn’t it?”
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Defined
“So the Turks have proclaimed a
holy war” -
"Wholly unnecessary”
Under Cover
Madge— Do you think that styles In
our street attire will continue to grow
more daring?
Marjorie — If they do my dear the
girls will have to wear masks
Refinement of Indolence
"You think Slowleigh is lazy?”
"Lazy? Why I’ve seen him wait
five minutes beside a revolving door
until some one went through ahead
and turned it for him”
Lightweight Orator
‘Mr Scadson delivers himself of tha
most' trivial opinion with a grand
flourish”
’Yes He's the sort of man who
thinks a sweeping gesture makes up
for a lack of gray matter and goea in
more for sound than sense
War 8natehea
Simeon Ford the humorist said tha
other day
"We are a nation of humorists Wa
extract humor even out of war As I
walked down Broadway the other
morning I overheard scraps of talk
like these:
‘ ’The missionaries have been look-
ing for heathen in the wrong countries’
' 'What’s the matter with late Rud-
yard Kipling resurrecting hlmBelf and
giving up a new war song?’
' ‘Carnegie's peace palace? Tha
kaiser has turned It Into a fort”' —
Philadelphia Bulletin
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Bybee, John J. The Lenapah Post (Lenapah, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 10, 1914, newspaper, December 10, 1914; Lenapah, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1748814/m1/2/: accessed May 21, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.