THE MICHIGAN DAILY.
Sunday Morning Magazine Section
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l1ICHIGAN DAILY1
Established 1890 I At Tho Tkntroo
SUNDAY MORNING MAGAZINE,
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neral Editor.... ...J. L. Stadeker
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S. Thompson E A. Baum garth
m. H. Fort Golda Ginsburg
J. Blum Walter R. Atlas
S. Huntley D. M. Sarbaugh
C. Piatt Bruce Swaney
H. C. L. Jackson
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1915.
EDITORS
Win. H. Fort L. S. Thompson
IDOLS OR IDEALS
A recent writer has designated
ergy, courtesy and loyalty the lead-
g virtues of the American college
udent. Energy does not surprise us;
r the badge of courtesy we are hum-
y grateful; but loyalty bids us pause
moment and think. To what are we
yal-to the higher ideals of college,
untry and self, or to the thousand
td one gods we have raised in their
ead? Many of us are not all sure
our goal,---in the current phrase
ve are on ,,ur way," blindly follow-
g the crowd. But to all of us the
estion comes sometime, "To what is
I this time and energy and enthusi-
,m directed? To what does our loy-
ty fasten itself?"
Devotion to almost any cause is a
>od thing, but intelligent devotion is,
better thing. If we can see behind
ir multitudinous duties, our socie-
es, our teams, our friendships even,
d find the real essence, the thing
e came to college for, we may then
eld ourselves heartily to the service
ereof. For though we have raised
e ideal of athletic prowess, of so-
al success, of commercial shrewd-
sas, we must be keenly aware that
ese are not the things which our'
lIege and our country need. Let us
quite sure that it is the real light
e are pursuing, not the empty flicker
om the torch of a false shrine.
M. Cabinet to Sit First For Picture
Among the first organizations to
,ve its picture taken for the 1916
ichiganensian will be the Y. M. C.
cabinet, which meets Monday noon
a local studio.
"The Bohemian Girl," which comes
to the Whitney Theatre on Monday,
Nov. 22, was first produced in 1843.
Great pains were taken in staging the
opera, and a cast was chosen by which
a thoroughly efficient execution of the
music was combined with effective act-
ing.
Miss Romer was the original Arline;
Mr. Harrison, then in the prime of his
vocal powers and making great pro-
gress as an actor, was Thaddeus. Miss
Betta, an experienced singer and act-
ress, was the Gypsy Queen; Mr. Srat-
ton, Devilshoof; Borrani and Duruset
made up the list of dramatic personel.
There is no need to dwell upon the
merits of "The Bohemian Girl," or the
enduring popularity into which it
leaped at one bound. The incredibly
short time in which its melodies were
snatched up and repeated has never
been equalled, even in these days of
facile popularity. It contains the
strains that captivate the lighter fancy
of millions.
T. Dwight Pepple's "All-Girl Re-
vue," a real novielty in entertainment,
consisting of variety of "turns"
worked into revue form, comes to the
Majestic three days, starting tomor-
row night, and the lovers of the best
entertainment are advised not to miss
it. Izetta, who comes from the Pacific
coast, is one of the big features of the
show. She is a piano-accordian play-
er of exceptional merit and takes an
"end" in the minstrel part, where
Olga De Baugh, a beautiful girl with
decided talent, ig interlocutor. Nu-
merous features I follow each other
with such rapidity that there is not
a dull moment in the show.
"The Wonderful Adventure," by
Captain Wilber Lawton, the most re-
cent William Fox release, starring
William Farnum, known to fame as
the $100,000 dramatic artist, is a story
of unusual power and human interest,
presented at the Majestic today. It
provides a splendid opportunity for
bringing out the great genius of Mr.
Farnum, for whom the work was es-
pecially written.
AMERICAN TELLS~
WAR EXPERIENCES
"TEX" FROM TEXAS RELATES AD-
VENTURES AS MACHINE GUN
EXPERT OF VILLA
CALLS MEXICAN WAR A FARCE
By William H. Fort
From the newspaper accounts one
would think that the war now going
on in Mexico was a serious and dread-
ful thing, but one who fought for six
weeks under General Villa, who was
in 12 battles (luring that time, and
who thus had ample opportunity to
gain inside news of the contest, 1Iro-
nounced it purposeless,-a contest en-
gaged in by underfed, ill-clothed crea-
tures who are called soldiers for lack
of a better name, and who will fight
tor the side that pays the best.
It was on an east-bound Michigan
Central train that I met him. Stumb-
ling down the narrow aisle, the train
gave a lurch which sent me-head and
suitcase first-into his arms. I apolo-
gized.
"'Sall right, stranger," he drawled.
"Sit down." And he made room for
me on the seat. He wore a wide
brimmed Stetson, his face was tanned
and his shoulders broad. By all the
laws of Hoyle and the Paramount cor-
poration he should have been a West-
erner-maybe a cowboy. Bu he
wasn't. He came originally from
Texas, but now his home was every-
where. As for his name-"They call
me 'Tex,'" he said. "That's all I ever
go by." He had been all over the
world; told tales of China, of the
Philippines, of Japan, the Land of
Flowers; of Turkey, Asia and the mys-
terious South Sea Isles. His suit case
was placarded with hotel labels print-
ed in every size, color and language.
I mentioned Mexico; had he seen any-
thing of the war? And then he told
me the following story.
Captured and Tried as a Spy
"On the level, friend, that war's a
joke. I fired a machine gun for Villa
for six weeks, and believe me, I know
what it is. I was prospecting in Mex-
ico-in a little valley down there that
I thought I was the only one who
knew about, when one day a band of
ragged soldiers caught me and took
me before Villa, telling him I was a
spy. I was an Anerican, you see,
and they hate Americans like poison.
They threw me in a hole that they
called a prison-a small hole about
15 feet square that had a trap door
for an entrance. There were 12 of
us in that hole-a dirty, filthy, place
with no air to speak of and nothing
to eat most of the time. I was kept
there two weeks, and believe me, I
learned what it was to be hungry.
They brought me something to eat
twice during that time-a collection
of odds and ends left by the soldiers
and piled in a heap on a wooden, slab
for all of us to fight over. In those
two weeks two of the men died,-
there were three women there, too-
and it was over two days before they
came to take the bodies away. The
women were in a faint most of the
time, and the rest of us were almost
ready to kick in. They hauled us out
one morning, and tried us-but it
wasn'tmuch of a trial. Not one of
that bunch had a chance in the world.
A greasy, evil-looking sergeant heard
their explanations, his feet up on a
desk 'and smoking a cigarette. One
after another they were dismissed,
hauled away by guards who grinned
as they led them out. I was the last
-and I only escaped death by telling
them I was an assistant gunner on
the U. S. S. Texas. They believed me,
and gave me the choice of being shot
as a spy or firing a gun at $10.00 a
day. I fired the gun. To make it
more convincing I suppose, they
brought me outside where the rest of
my prison companions were lined up
in a row along a wall, and I had to
watch them shot one by one. It was
awful. But no one --ud do anything.
It would be impossible to prove that
those people weren't spies.
In the Army o$ Villa
"Well, I fired that machine gun for
six weeks, and bummed around with
the Indians and half-breeds that Villa
has fighting for him. On the level,
friend, that army is made up of the
worst lot of fellows you ever saw.
Ragged, and dirty, and don't care
whether they kill you or the next one.
It's all the same to them which side
they fight on. There were fellows
there who had been captured from
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Old Windmill Tales
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If perchance upon a moonlit night were friends until the Germans en-
you should wander beyond Huron tered the Franco-Prussian war, when
street to the spot where the old wind- a bitter hatred arose between them
mill stands, and should loiter for a and caused the Baron to withhold his
moment in the clinging shadow of its consent to the marriage of his son
one remaining wing, you would h ar with Gabrielle. Thereupon Herman re-
above the creak of its ancient wheel fused to fight against Napoleon and
the whisper of the name Gabrielle. In was promptly disowned and disinher-
that name, did you but have the mind ited by his father. There came a
to look, you might see the history of summons for him to appear before
how the old landmark came to be, and the general of the army, and thinking]
find in the story of its origin a curious that a trumped-up charge had been
mingling of love, dromance and death, made against him by his father, Her-
all of which taken together forms an- man fled.
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solemn, understanding creak of his
wheel. It was to this trysting place
that Herman fled to escape the so-
diers who came for him, hiding in a
small dark hole beneath the floor. lie
was not discovered, and that night
Gabrielle came for the last time to
talk over with him their plans for
the future. He was to go away, across
the sea to America and some day come
back for her. As they talked they
strolled through the fields. It was
that time in the evening when every-
thing seems to spell romance. The
moon was half hidden by a cloud, A
swee-scented summer's breeze cane
and went in little waves in the long
grass about them, and far in the dis-
tance the whip-poor-will was singing
his farewell song. They came back
to the windmill, rising with its dark
mass like a sentinel on top of the hill,
and ascended to the narrow balcony
which encircled it near the top.
Leaning against the rail they talk-
ed, building for themselves castles
which were to become more than air,
and dreaming dreams which were to
be realized when once he reached the
new world. Clouds came up and cov-
ered the sky. It was late summer,
and of the stars Vega alone was vis-
able. He pointed it out to her and
called it a star of fortune-promised
her that while he was away that star
would watch over her, and that some
day it would bring happiness to both
of them. And then he left.
That was the last night they ever
saw each other. Herman came to
America without money, without
friends, and struggled along for 10
years, becoming by the end of that
time rather well known as a builder
of houses. In the year 1835 he re-
ceived news of Gabrielle's death. Five
years later he appeared in Ann Arbor
and formed a fast friendship with thc
owner of a large estate on the edge
of town. Two years later this owner
desired a windmill to pump water to
his house, and the designer was Her-
man Steinbach, who made of it the
exact model of the one in Stuttgart
where he and lGbrielle had said good-
bye 30 years before. The only differ-
ence was that in the reproduction
there was no way to reach the bal-
cony. Herman left soon after for the
south, and died in a little house oil
Church street in Mobile, Alabama, un-
known and soon forgotten. But the
old windmill still stands, a monument
to Gabrielle and dreams which never
came true.
For brilliant prints from your neg-
atives have them made on Cyko paper
at Hoppe's Studio.
But the Old Windmill Still Stands, a Monument to Garbrielle
other of Ann Arbor's most ancient
and long-forgotten traditions.
Almost a hundred years ago, so the
story runs, there lived in Stuttgart,
Germany, a man by the name of Her-
man, son of Baron Stenbach, an offi-
cer in the Imperial army. Herman
was in love with Gabrielle, the daugh-
ter of a French banker in the town,
who occupied a vast expanse of land
The Ancient Trysting Place
On the estate of Gabrielle's father,
high up on a hill, and commanding a
view of the city, there stood a wind-
mill. It was hero that Gabrielle and
Herman met night after night, elud-
ing the vigilance of their parents to
find sympathy in a mutual friend who
listened to their secrets, laughed with
them, grieved with them, and signified
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Chorus of Pretty Maids to be Sceln at the 31ajestic This Week
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THfA7NKSGIVING
DAY
The table on Thanksgiv-
ing, our one national feast
day, is the center of at-
traction. Then it proves
the heaviestdrain on the
housewife's treasures, the
one day she wants her
table to appear at its best.
There are extra guests
and extra dainties for
them; every bit of silver
and art glass is called in-
to use.
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Now is a good time to
count up the necessary
things for the Thanksgiv-
ing spread. Now is a
good time to see what w^
have in stock to beautify
the table and make the
sorving of the meal more
convenient.
A few dollars will do
wonders towards giving
the Thanksgiving table
the festive touch. May
we have the pleasure of
showing you these new
things?
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