- -- NELL SHIPMAN and WILLIAM DUNCAN IN "GOD'S COUNTRY AND THE WOMAAN" TODAY ARCADE EIGHT PARTS CHARLIE CHAPLIN in "THE COUNT' TWO PARTS. - - - - - 15 SATURDAY THEATRE CENTS. EVENING TWO SHOWS, 6:30-8:45. iI 1 TODAY 0 RETIRES A FISHE RYSOCIET ology Professor Delivers Address of Convention New Orleans )r. George W. Field, of ss., chairman of the Massa amission on fisheries and ga cted president of the A heries society at the co sion of its forty-ninth ann tion in New Orleans last" one which preserves both odor and taste. He also told of the hearing and seeing powers of fish, and told of S how the fact tliat fish could distinguish colors has been proved by experiment. In one of the these experiments a Feature fish was placed in a vat containing a In partition separating the fish from part of the water. In the partitioned end were pieces of blue and red glass. A gate in the partition was opened and Sharon, if the fish went to the blue glass he chusetts ' was fed; if he went to the red glass ame, was he went hungry. The fish soon learned American to go to the blue glass, and, even when includingthe positions of the glasses were ncludcng shifted, the fish picked out the blue Wednes- one. Prof. Jacob E. Reighard, a member f the zoology department of the Uni- ersity and retiring president of the ociety, delivered the feature address f the convention. Professor Reig- ard's fish researches have been rorld-wide and he is declared by ex- erts to be one of the best advised aen in the world on the finny tribe. "I have been often asked whether shes can smell, taste, hear, or dis- inguish colors, and whether they earn to keep out of nets, or to avoid he hook," said Professor Reighard. What workers in science have learned bout these matters has been pub- ished in many languages in various echnical journals and books. It has eemed to me, therefore, worth while, a view of the widespread interest, o bring together what is known in .on-technical form, and let it be rinted, so that all may have access D it. "Regarding the sense of learning in ish, there are many kinds of fish, aore than 12,000 in North America lone. They differ much in the struc- ure of their sense organs and prob- bly much in capacity to use them and o learn. Very few kinds have been nvestigated by scientific men. When, hen, I say that fish do this or that it .hould be remembered that the state- nent is usually based on studies of ine or two kinds only. That other binds have the same capacity as those nvestigated is an asumption more orl ess warranted." Referring to the sense of smell,. Professor Reighard said that when ish detected odors they swam rest- essly about until they detected the source. To have the most effective bait, he said, fishermen should use * * * * EA * * * * * AT THE THEATERS TODAY Whitney--"A nn Arbor Days" * -Majestic-"Around The Town."* ' Orpheum - H. B. Warner in * "Shell 43." Also Triangle j Comedy. De WoU Hopper in * Puppets."* *p ' ' Arcade-Nell Shipman in "God's * Country and the Woman." * * Also Charlie Chaplin in "The * * Count." AT THE ARCADE. "God's Country and the Woman," an eight-reel feature, and Charlie Chap- lin in "The Count," a two-reel com- edy, will be shown at the Arcade to- day. The first film deals with life in the timberlands in the north. Josephine Adare (Nell Shipman), a woman of "God's country," meets Philip We3 - man (William Duncan), who comes to spend a year in the timberlands. Wey- man falls in love with her and begs her to confide in him a great sorrow, which is plainly written on her counte- nance. She refuses at first, but finding him insistent, she asks him if he would be willing to follow her wherever she goes, doing whatever she asks of him, asking no questions, and with the hope of no reward but her undying grati- tude. He consents and the story which follows is intensely interesting. Itches to Write; Ready to Fight! In Which Our Meditative Muse Decides to Write Some Communications on His Own Hook I have got it, I have got it-an un- conquerable itch to take in hand my little pen and give my belt a hitch.' To adjust the greenish eye-shade upon my lofty brow, and start to raise a terrible and most unearthly row. First I'll pick the choicest topic on which to agitate, then my thoughts1 unto The Daily I'll next communicate.' It matters little what I say, or if my sayings rile, for they're all communi- cating and I want to be in style. I'll write it most sarcastic or with semi- comic taint. "Dear Editor: Believe me, U-hall's in need of paint." "The campus trees, and flower beds are not in harmony." "What makes the pretty co-eds walk with seeming gaucherie?" "I saw a freshman puff a pipe-" "The walks are on the bum-" "Boarding houses 1 all demand a too prodigious sum." I will protest, I'll thunder forth, and then I'll execrate. My sophomoric wisdoms I'll seek to propagate. I'll gird my loins, I'll couch my lance, a Hero for the Right. I'll labor in the daytime, be unsparing of the night. And when I have it finished, I'll sign it with my name, and mine will be the Delphic wreath, and mine-oh gods -the Fame! SUGGESTS LIELY, YELS SENIOR LIT WANTS MICHIGAN TO HAVKE MORE SPONTANEOUS CHEERS ON FIELD. Editor, The Michigan Daily: May I be permitted to discuss the Michigan "yell" situation in brief and possibly suggest something? In the half year I have spent at Michigan I have been struck by the seeming short- age of good, spirit-rousing yells, yells that can come spontaneously as the ex- pression of an emotion or sentiment, yells that the situation at hand calls for, particularly on the football field. Michigan has two good yells, the "U. of M." and the "Locomotive", but they call for an effort, for persistent lead- ership in execution. While strong and hearty and spirited, still they are no more formal and have no special mean- ing. They can be used at any time and are no more appropriate at one occasion than at another occasion or under another situation. The particular yell I have in mind is one I heard in the west. It is started by the rooters on one side of the field who yell in unison, "Say!" and the opposite bleachers answer. "What?" Back and forth across the field it goes, "That's What!", "What's what?", "That's what we all say!" Then, "What do we all say?" and all together they yell, "Beat Syracuse! Beat Syracuse! Beat Syracuse! Beat Syracuse! Michigan!" That yell can be given with greater effect and more noise than twice the NO TIME WASTED BY GENERAL (By Wm. Philip Simms, United Press Staff Correspondent.) Inmperial Headquarters, Russian Army, Oct. 8.-(By mail.)-From this place every day about half past 12 o'clock, over special wires, flash the orders of the emperor and his Chief of Staff Alexieff to the generals command- ing the 700 miles of front. If you have eyes that can see through house tops and brick walls, you will see scores cK uniformed officers poring over maps and plans; aides hurrying from one department to another; ord- erlies standing at ramrod attention back of busy generals; a crown prince learning how to govern; a czar con- ferring with his staff. You will see all these important acts which send a half million men to the attack, to the forc- ing of a stream, to the taking of an enemy redoubt. The clash of cavalry, the thunder of big guns, the offensives against Lemberg and Kovel and all the other places-all are controlled from here. ' Yet, if you have the eyes of ordinary mortals, you see none of this and grand general headquarters, or the stavka, as the Russians call it, is the deadest, dullst place in all Russia. Unless you have plenty of work to keep you occupied, this is no place for you. This is no health resort, no place for tired business men, no Correspondent Tells of Governs 700 Miles ian Front A Town Wliich of Russ- DESCRIBES LIFE AT HEADQUARTERS amusement center for neurotics. Ev- erybody here has a job and he keeps at I it and if you have none you are in for a rotten time. Ordinarily about 20,000 people live here. 'Now, with the military, the pop- bread, but non -alchole, one almost gets run over by a little car. In it are Russian officers. Lunch at the oficers' mess is the real break in the day here. Only it does not last long. fi eneral Alexieff sees to ulation is about double this. Still, that. At 1.30 o'clock sharp he enters the narrow, roughly cobbled streets are seldom crowded because most of the 40,000 people are busy inside. In the dingy shop windows one sees Am- erican tooth washes, American sewine machines, American typewriters, Am- erican bicycles and advertisements for American harvesting machines. A long, one story house of hewn logs, unpainted and weathered to a somber gray, back a little way from the main street, is by tradition the scene of a meeting between Katherine the Great, of Russia, and Emperor Frederick, of Prussia, in 1726. Now it is divided into two parts and a family lives in each. A red brick "opera house" in the middle of the town, the house of the local governor wherein ('zar Nicholas, II, now finds quarters with his 12 year old heir, Alexis Nikolaieviche; a rath- er handsome Catholic church, several equally handsome Greek Orthodox churches; the street market; the view from the terrace back of the emperor's quarters, make up the principle sights of the place. A long, very narrow street be- tween two rows of whitewashed stone buildings, whose roofs are almost low enough to be touched by the extended hand, looks inviting. Here are strange shops kept by very hairy men. Their wares are principally articles for the peasant-charcoal stoves, ropes, coarseI cotton goods, shovels, hoes, fur and near-fur caps, heavy boots and the like. As one looks with interest into a barlike place where "kvass," a Russ-! ian drink made from fermented black on the run, passes rapidly down a lane of officers standing at salute, seats himself at his table and the waiters be- gin to serve. In 35 minutes he rushes out again. le wastes not a minute. Still one has time to take a look around, chewin as he looks. Down the hall a way is Captain McCall, the British attache, the dapperest one of all. There is the French lieutenant, wearing a black monocle, and a French captain who has been twice wounded, according to insignia worn on his sleeve. Then there are the Belgian attaches, anh the Italian. the Serbian, Japanese and Portugese. They are all very swell in their various uniforms and for a few minutes one ets the feeling that heis; really at a rm heanlie dquetrs and that there really is a great vorld war going on, that there is a mighty European coal- ition. Suddenly an orderly hands you your cap and cane and you find yourself in the street again. Tired from morn- ing ramples you hunt something more restful to do and suddenly, as you pass a "kiosk," you spy among an array of newspapers and periodicals printed in Russian, a paper-bound volume, with the title in English upon it. "The Ad- ventures of Sherlock Holmes." It was a heresy, but Sherlock entertained till dinner time. After that came a visit to one of the jammed movie theaters and then to bed. 0. C. Andres for shoe S. State. 'Phone I718-. repairing. 222 tues-eod s. - F 9 '.... '. t Honest Fabrics Alumnus Sends The Daily Poem to Fit Ann Arbor 's Situation "Literary Digest" Responsible for Choice Verses Received from John D. Hibbard, '86, After Prohibition Vote of Campus Reaches Him Fine Tailor -Craft Make our Clothing Crowd Perfection The following bit of verse, clipped from the Literary Digest, was en- closed in a letter addressed to The Daily by John D. Hibbard, '86, of Chi- cago.- The letter was to the effect that the result of the straw vote had reached the ears of the Chicago alumni, who asked that the sentiment con- tained in the poem be applied to local-conditions. DRY TOAST In the Matter of the Enactment of Certain Laws in the "Old Dominion" and Elsewhere. Lay the jest about the julep in the camphor balls at last, For the miracle has happened, and the olden days are past! That which made Milwaukee famous does not foam in Tennessee, And the lid in old Missouri is as tight-locked as can be; And the comic paper colonel and his cronies well may sigh, For the mint is waving gaily, and the south is going dry! By the still-side on the hillside in Kentucky all is still, And the only damp refreshment must be dipt up from the rill. Nawth Ca'lina's stately ruler gives his soda glass a shove, And discusses local option with the So'th Ca'lina guv, It is useless at the fountain to be winkful of the eye, For the cocktail glass is dusty, and the south is going dry! Reasonable Prices Make Each Sale a Pleasant Exchange It is "water, water everywhere, and not a dropto drink!" We no longer hear the music of the mellow crystal clink; When the colonel, and the major, and the gen'ral, and the jedge Meet to have a little nip, to give their appetities an edge; For the eggnog now is nogless, and the rye has gone awry, And the punch bowl holds carnations, for the south is going crowd could produce with the locomo- tive and, besides, it is a football yell. I am not advocating this yell be- cause it is new. It is not new: For days and weeks before the annual game between Iowa University and Iowa State College, neither of them by any means prep schools, the camp- us and buildings resound with the yell shouted from one group to another at any time of day or night. It is a good yell and it needs no >interpretation. Another yell of a different charact- er but no less effective (I thought it >startlingly wierd when I first heard it) is to slowly chant the letters M-I-C-H-I-G-A-N, dropping an octave or less on the "N." This gives the impression of a mighty wind in the forest and suggests an irrestible force in a mighty effort. It would be ap- propriate when the team was hard pressed. These suggestions and yells are sub- mitted for the consideration of the yell leaders in particular and the Michigan rooters in general. F. N. K., '17. Does your musical instrument need repairs? Take it to Schaeberle & Son. 110 South Mair street. for first-class work. oct3tf IC91i dry! All the nightcaps now have tassels, and are worn upon the head! Not the nightcaps that were taken when nobody went to bed; And the breeze above the blue grass is as solemn as is death, For it bears no pungent clove tang on its odorific breath; And each man can walk the chalk line when the stars are in the sky, For the, fizz glass now is fizzless an I the south is going dry! Lay the jest about the julep 'neath the chestnut tree at last, For there's but one kind of moonshine, and the older days are past, The water wagon rumbles through the southland on its trip, And it helps no one to drop off to pick up the driver's whip; For the mint beds now are pastures, and the corkscrew hangeth high; All is still along the still-side, and the south is going dry! ROY PO HENRY NICKELS ARCADE TAILOR ,