THE MICHIGAN DAILY. Sunday Morning Magazine Section I I I l1ICHIGAN DAILY1 Established 1890 I At Tho Tkntroo SUNDAY MORNING MAGAZINE, PAGE neral Editor.... ...J. L. Stadeker Staffx 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 (Continued on Page Five) Old Windmill Tales 0 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. j x4 .4 ...1 ' ," ' 44,bk . }y 4j '' " . ' q, , 4 4-':. ,.:i" "t,..:.4. \ : 2>i .": t:i;:.;t. i :.: 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 -i+ 4.l n next to the Stenbach estate.aThe two is cohsent to ,IInir plans Dy a k :. , Chorus of Pretty Maids to be Sceln at the 31ajestic This Week u~V'A __ _._,- 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. 11 r ,.. + . ~ t JJJJIIII 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? i k i HALLER JEWELRY CO.