Lethbridge Herald (Newspaper) - September 25, 1918, Lethbridge, Alberta
ALBERTA DENTIST PIONEER AIRMAN] Dr. "Bill" Greene ;Was First Man to Carry Two Passengers in the Air. MADE FIRST FLIGHT t Wrights Got Credit, and He Quit-Now Working at .Washington. TV. C. A. MOFFATT. ' REGARDING the Important part that has been and still remains to be'played In this war by the aeroplane, there has never been any doubt but that the "Father of Aviation" has for the past four years been a resident of the Dominion of Canada, practising dentistry in a humble -Ray in Alberta, is something that is known to few Canadians. William Greene, M.D., D.D.S., is reputed to be the man who first successfully launched the battleships of the air, but that this distinguished personage and Dr. -Bill" Greene, f known throughout the northern part of the farthest-west Prairie Province, were one and the same has long been successfully concealed. But having heard the call to arms, the quiet Alberta dentist has closed up his office for the period of the war and is doing his "bit" on the construction, of aerial Dreadnoughts in Washing-' ton. ' Tha. fast tiat the United States has determined on an extensive air program has been the means of recall-in? Sr. Grtcns from the simple life and has reclaimed to the mechanical world a genius In aeroplane-building. In the days when Orville and Wilbur Wright were conducting their first experiment* and Cttrtlss -was endeavoring to devlsa a biplane that -would balance in the air, Dr. William Greene was working along more practical lines than either, being at the time treasurer of the American Aviation Society and engaged in conducting experiments in Rochester, N.Y. In 1908, lor the first time in the history of aviation. Dr. Greene carried two passengers In a heavier-than-air machine, and tor this was awarded the J. Leo Stevens Cup. Prior to this he had established a reputation for himself by flying-the first to do so-over 500 feet in the machine. Working steadily in his laboratory, the doctor began a fight to make his name known as the premier manu-, facturer of aeroplanes for commercial work. However, in this he was excelled by the Wright brothers, who obtained unlimited resources from P. Morgan; so, disappointed In his r.tr.blt.'.cas, he made his way to Canada Incognito and as plain Dr. Greene "set himself up" In Alberta. Thjre he "proved up""ion a homestead,vprac-tised dentistry,-and -in his ^pare moments worked ont-motor-Jfroat designs. As was his Intention, the doctor dropped put of the aviation:. world both as an expert and as an authority, and had it not been for the war it is altogether likely that he'wpuld' have courted this comparative obscurity until the end. The entry of the United States into the conflict altered his plans, however, for the doctor, realizing the need for engineers of the new craft, at once wired Washington and offered his services unreservedly. They were hastily ac;. cepted, and to-day the man who for some years past has to all appearances been a *tory 18 DeinS told about Queen Mary. It appears that Her Majesty -was one day recently receiving purses on behalf of a certain war charity at a Society function. J It "was a private and quite informal affair, decided upon on tbe spur of the moment out of pure good nature. The youngest donor proved to be a little maid of eight or nine summers, �who came tripping merrily forward with ev .small but somewhat bulky purse. "And what Is In here?" asked the Queen pleasantly, stooping to kiss tbe child. "Please, ma'am," -was the unexpected answer, "eight portraits of your husband-" Her Majesty opened the purse with a puzzled air. Then laughed gaily. Inside were eight brand-new half-crowns. IN FULL CRY _ , cxp i eyes Last of the Great American � c'u'o! Editors Lays Down His Mighty Pen. ex j) re face fierce His jaw is stronpr. p. e n c t ra t: n his ! liis his his "01 TE of the last of ie Mohiear.;.-, the sturdy J (1 Invincible, ike fiery and overwhelming:, the causae ami the genial," declaims the Philadelphia Press. "the clear-thinking and strongly expressive editor for more than half a century of the Louisville newspaper that his personality made famous, has retired." The Baltimore Sun sums up the work of Colonel Watterson and his importance to the disturbed world of to-day in the following eulogy: He is the last representative of 1 the great era of personal journalism in this country. As people used to think of Greeley rather than the Tribune, of Dana rather than the Sun, of Raymond rather than the Times, so they have always thought of Watterson rather than the Courier-Journal. For a half-century he has been its editor, and throughout those years he has been ever a knightly and an influential figure, not only in his own section, but in the country at large. A,valorous Confederate soldieT, he was the first prominent Southerner to realise that the North and South must learn to live together in peace and love, and to use his pen and voice I to'the attainment of that end. A Democrat to whom the words "equal rights for all and special privileges for "none" meant something more than a claptrap appeal for 'votes-he was a foremost champion, during these fifty years of a tariff for rev* enue, of honest money, of personal liberty, and of all- measures calculated to put the man above the dollar. An utterly independent soul, he alternately quarreled with and supported Cleveland and Roosevelt and Bryan and AVilson, praising when he agreed with the same vigor with which he lashed when opposed. Always, whatever he has said or done, chivalric gentleman, a master of the English language, a warm-blooded Democrat and patriot, eloquent, impassioned, admirable, a hater' of shams and a lover of truth! And never more wholly admirable than in recent days, since the great war/began and since America entered s clean shaven, except for a brisUing moustache. I Sir .Tames Campbell istiie son oC a [ police official who curries in his io'-rnal- ! whole apprnrance the hereditary marks oT his elr.ss. Ills expression is severe, his jaw strong, ami a bristling white moustache adus to his police air. In liis political views lie has hitherto been regarded as the embodiment of the police mind. Stout Protestants in Ulster found in him an ardent advocate of their preparations for rebellion. He. made rebellious speeches calling for armed resistance, and the access of this great lawyer, notable for his cold, calculating temperament, was almost as valuable as Carson's leadership in the Ulster rebellion. Fortunately for Campbell, Carson*s revolt did not come off. but the Sinn Fein rebellion did. Campbell was then Attorney-General. He had no fellow-feeling for the other rebels, and was among those who demanded the largest number of victims. But for the intervention of Asquith and the Irish--members-o�-Parliament the number of executions might have risen from 15 to 35 or 40. A member of Parliament for many years from Trinity College, tile Dublin, stronghold of southern Protestantism and Toryism, Campbell spoke constantly against Home Rule, and his speeches, with their cold, vigorous virulence, usually created scenes of violence between himself and his Nationalist fellow-countrymen. it! Only a few weeks ago the Pulitzer trustees awarded him the prize for the best editorial written in 1918 calculated to lead Intelligent public thought in the right direction. His reiterated slogan, "To Hell with the Hohenzollems and the Hapsbnrgs," is certainly not profane, but no less certainly is it not merely a superficial expression dictated by high spirits. It is rather a spontaneous and inspired utterance based upon a profound knowledge of the fundamental causes of the present conflict and an understanding of the necessary remedy. But it does furnish an illustration of the ever-youthful spirit of this man who in years is nearly an octogenarian. On a War Basis TTIS Honor. - "Rufus, didn't you " hear that you had to work or fight?" Rufus - "Yaas, boss, I sho' dun hyer dat. So I goes an' gits married right away."-The State. rjlHT announcement, recently made, that that fine old sportsman, Lord WiUlngdon, has decided to sell his Eastbourne estate, recalls a rather neat retort he once .made. Lady WJUlngdon's brother, Mr. T. , A. Brassey, was M.F-H. of the famous Eastbourne jmck,_ and, one.day, owing to the death of a local" landowner, the question arose as to whether It would be quite decorous to let the bounds go out. As a way.out.of the difficulty Lady Willlneaon suggested that each dog should, have, a .small crape low >tied round Its neck, .thtreby showing proper respect,for thedead-wlthout in-, terfering yulftp.ipoiL 1 , "I hardly think," put-in her husband, "that ;K-.wilKlje-necessary -to, decorate .tpe'.Jiqijnas with crcpo; surely if woWd be sufficient if they J- _ t Cgf. Henry WaUtrsar An Attack on IJarnell ON one occasion he stumbled into . an attack on the memory of Paroell. A cyclone was let loose, and for half an hour the House was in pandemonium, the Nationalists de-marfding and Campbell obstinately refusing an apology, and the bewildered and impotent Speaker had no remedy but to bring the stormy meeting to an abrupt end. Nevertheless, it should be added, as a typical contradiction of Irish character, that Campbell in private life is quite genial and frank, and was even called by his Christian name by some Nationalists with whom he came into fiercest conflict in public. He became in due time a law officer, and during tbe Balfour Tory regime sent a number of^Nationalists to jail. Next to Carson he was regarded in Nationalist Ireland as the most ruthless and hateful agent of Dublin Castle rule. But then came along a1 Liberal ascendancy, beginning with the great Liberal victory in 190G. The Nationalists then became almost omnipotent In barring their enemies from promotion, and long aijrears had to be paid to Liberal barristers who had starved during the almost twenty years of unbroken Tory supremacy. Thus, Just as he was on the brink of his supreme success, poor Campbell failed of promotion. His legal business in the meantime diminished in Ireland, and more than middle-aged, with his sigfct somewhat obscured and a big-family, Campbell, was faced with loss of his present income and no prospect of office. To Irish lawyers In such difficulties there remains one last desperate chance of assaulting fortune. This is leaving Ireland's poor legal practice, where the fees are comparatively small and the highest attainable income by leaders of the profession is not more than $15,000, not half that of a successful junior barrister in London. Irishmen often succeed at the English bar, but usually on condition that they start in London instead of Dublin. Two cases only stand out as big successes where a career beginning in Dublin was transferred to London, Charles Russell, who became a great advocate and then Lord Chief Justice and a peer, and Sir Edward Carson, who also left Dublin poor, but rushed into a huge practice and acquired a large fortune In London. His success has been magnetic. Other Irish barristers in the English law courts do not like the methods of Irish barristers, especially those trained in the coercion courts. Too Old to Transplant CAMPBELL, in desperation, took the grave step of leaving his profession In Ireland, but a run of Ill-luck, which had pursued him for some years, seemed destined to continue. He was too old to be transplanted and was in the depths of despair. In no country or no profession are sudden and astounding changes of fortune so common as at the Irish bur. AVhen the� Coalition Administration formed Campbell's day came. He was created Lord Chancellor of Ireland. This great office means the headship of ill* judiciary and one of tho joint executives that still rule Ireland from Dublin Castle. Better than all, it has the magnificent salary of $30,000 yearly and a pension of $20,000 even if the office Is held only for a day. It Is reported that the astounded and delighted Campbell, raised in an hour from black poverty to boundless wealth and immutable security, celebrated the occasion with a boisterous champagne supper at a Tory London club. ! His Joy, however, -.fas riiortlivc-d. Sir Henry Home, Leader of Victorious First Army TpiIlS is the latest phot cf Sir Henry Home, whose British First Army has advanced further ea.st than the British have since the curly clays of the war. The Canadian forces have been working under his command, in the smashing of the Himlenburg and Wotan lines. for such a job from a Liberal Ministry, with a Liberal as its chief (and its majority still Liberal and kept In office for years by Irish votes, was too scandalous. Notice of a vote of censure was given at once b*y the Nationalists, backed by the Liberals, and the new Coalition Ministry, standln. winning Ireland from Sinn Feinism in. the face of such provocation. These facts will explain the extraordinary sensation which was caused when Campbell made a speech announcing himself not only a Home Ruler, but also a Home Ruler without Ulster's partition. The Nationalist journals shouted their triumphs, while Orange papers exhausted themselves in peril of death within a few hours equally by making the fiercest of its birth, surrendered at discretion, and Ignatius O'Brien, who is not only a Catholic Nationalist, but one of so ardent a character that by a play on his name he Is known as "pugnacious" O'Brien, was retained In his place. Campbell was consoled by getting the Attorney-Generalship, which is not so durable as the Chancellorship, but with big fees that make it as valuable. Soon after he got a further consolation by getting the Lord Chief Justiceship, with $25,000 salary. Finally Campbell received the object of his great ambition and became Lord Chancellor. This was such a culmination of Orange coercionist militarism that all Ireland gasped, and the Constitutional party almost despaired of charges of apostasy against their old leader. Campbell has tried to explain away some .part of his utterance, such as the assent of Ulster, which may point to a postponement of Home Rule, but the fact remains this lifelong and fiercest opponent of Home Rule has gone over to the Nationalists. What docs it mean? Not that Homo Rule will be proposed or carried immediately, but it Is one of many signs that the conviction that Home Rule is essential to the security of the British Empire is passing from controversy to universal acceptance: and one fine day the whole world will wake to find it carried without serious trouble with something like unanimous assent. Thk PimisHment of the Kaiser THE psychology of the has been a puzzle' sir War began. "His appe HE psychology of the Kaiser ince the appearance, his manners, his activities during a reign in which he came into contact either personally or by letter Or by proxy with more foreign peoples than any other sovereign of our day, had not been those of a hardened and brutalized man. He had been erratic and impulsive, but the world had not thought him cunning and calculating. In one respect, and one respect only, had his course been persistent and consistent. He believed in and steadii.v built up a great-ahd powerful military machine. He believed in despotism, or, as' he would put It, in the divine right of kings, but his tastes and impulses had been toward benevolent despotism. He preached sermons, entered publicly into theological discussions, and constantly asserted his faith in a God whose personal representative he believed himself to be. "God inspires me," he said in 1914; "the people and the nation owe me their' obedience." What led him to make these appeals of revivalistlc emotion and Intensity? Was it mere hypocrisy? To us that explanation is impossible. Thsre is braggadocio and fustian bombast in some of his appeals to a barbaric religious sentiment, but.a smug hypocrite could never have accomplished what Kaiser William II. has actually achieved. The true explanation of the Kaiser's moments of religious frenzy is found, we believe, In a definition given by Dr. David Jayne Hill, formerly American Ambassador to Germany, who has been interpreting the Kaiser In a noteworthy series of articles in "Harper's Magazine." Dr. Hill says: "Without question, Kaiser William II. Is the most histrionic sovereign of his time, and perhaps of any time." � v Tho Kaiser understands tho power of the melodramatic actor over the mass of minds. He has known exactly how reliable were his military leaders and his military machine, for he made them. His generals were susceptible of receiving and obeying orders, but his people had still to be persuaded. It is .for that reason that ho has so often boasted of his love of peace and his love of God in language that smacks of cheap melodrama. But even this melodrama is beginning to be played out. The actor who stalks across the stage with cloak thrown over one shoulder, with hand thrust into the bosom of his tunic, and with stilted footsteps, like the small-town imitator of a Booth or an Irving, is beginning to lose his power. Is he beginning to lose confidence in himself? The present manner of his speech seems to Indicate it. The "Good Old God" ADDRESSING his troops at the outbreak of the war, In astonishing familiarity With the Almighty, he declared: "We shall not lose our faith and trust In the good old God up their." trust later he added: "Forward with 'iod! He will be with us. as he was with our ancestors." There was here a nolo of real confidence, for liu! Kaiser believed, us ho lind led IiIk peupl, t,, believe, that Germany would quickly cruuli France, then, turning to, the east, would crush the slower-moving Russia, and finally would impose its will upoil Great Britain. A year passed. "On August 1, 1915. the Kaiser's manifesto was not so assertive: "Wo can say to-day ;hat �od is with us. in heroic action we suffer and work without wavering. Thus we shall bo worthy of victory before God." The braggadocio and jubilant note have gone; the German troops had been driven back in the first battle of the Marne, and In the east the Russians had worked wonders. Another year went by. On August 1, 1910, the Kaiser said: "The second year of the war lias elapsed. Like the first year, it was for Ger-. man arms a year of glory. . . . but the strength and will of the enemy are not yet broken. . . . With God's gracious help, I am convinced that your future deeds will equal those of the past and -present." The naval fight off Jutland and the magnificent defence of Verdun inspired the Kaiser with greater respect, not only 'for his enemies, but for an Almighty Power who is no longer to be addressed as a good old familiar, but whose gra.cious : help is to be humbly implored. Another year went by. On August 1, 1917, the Kaiser exclaimed: "We are invincible. We shall be victorious. The Lord God is with us." The melodramatic, actor has recovered bis spirits, for he is beginning to Impress himself anew In the theatre of war. Russia was already trembling with apprehension of what might, and-finally did, come;^ Rumania was crushed; the Balkan front seemed unshakable; and in the western trenches not a little lent Semblance to the Kaiser's claim that the Germans were now masters of the situation. � . i No Reference to God STILL another year went by. On August 1, 191S, the Kaiser speaks as follows to his troops: "Serious years of war He behind, you. . . , Tour victorious fighting spirit car-tied the war in the first year into the enemy's country and preserved tho homeland from- the horrors and devastation of war." In the second and third years of tho war you, by your destructive blows, broke the strength of tho enemy in the east. . . . You are in the midst of the hardest struggle. The desperate efforts of the enemy will, as hitherto, be foiled by your bravery." There is no reference here to a God who is treated as a familiar monarch, and there are in this proclamation other signs of a chastened spirit. It is probable that, as in all histrionic types, a large element of superstition enters into the character of the Kaiser. Has his anthropomorphic God abandoned him? Did the good old German God really approve of the sinking of the Lusi-tania and of the cruel destruction of Belgium, Serbia, Poland, and Armenia? If not, is God really with the German army after all? And if God he not with German arms, what becomes of the divine right. In rule? What of the house of Hohenzollern? Why should it not be replaced by some other ruling family-perhaps even by a republic? > Such questions the Kaiser may well lie asking himself to-day. Is ho to be hissed from the stage while the curtain drops, derided, .despised, and forgotten, the most terrible and tragic end which the histrionic type of mind, living as it does upon glitter, crowds, and applause, can possibly imagine? Forebodings like these constitute the present punishment of (ho Kaiser. His future punishment, should Jie survive the war. must be determined by a victory of (lie allies on the western front, for if ever a man deserved physical as well as psychological punishment It is the Kaiser, who bus misled his people and pImmkciI ilie world into the most awl'ul e;ilaH!i-u-plie of liimori-.-New l'oi'k Outlook. JOYCE KILMER HAS PAID PRICE] '". " 1 ~. '' World Is the Poorer for the Loss "�� of a Very Gallant Gentleman. >V" A POET OF THE PEOPLE 'The White Ships and the Red" Was His Best-Known Poem. JOYCE KILMER, one of tho most popular of American pdets of the people, has made the supromo sacrifice for his ' country's cause, being killed In ^action In France. Tho world Is the poorer for tho loss of a very gallant gentleman and a poet who never wrote a line that was Hot pure, and sweet, and clean. Before he onlisted he was the poetry editor of tho Literary Digest, -lii his memory the New York with which ho bad a long and connection, publishes this Tlmos, close poem: JOYCE KlI.MEn. By ELSA BARKER. Tho singers of a nation Weep as one soul this day. Our glad child-heartod comrade Has gone the patriot's way; A grave in grave-encutnbered France Now wears his wreath of bay. His youth and self forgotten AVhen the Great Summons CRme, He knew the soldier's purpose Jtoro' than, the poet's fame.' Does bo kppw to-day a thousand throats Choke as they speak his name? The candles in St. Leo's Have flickered with dismay Each noontime for tho long year Ho hns not come to pray. To-day they burn with steady flame To light him on his way. When Joyce came home the while ships Stirred with the moving tide_ The spectral ships he vlsioned Washed cleap and glorified. But one red ship sinks deeper Because of him who died. Perhaps ^the best-knownr poem of Sergeant Kilmer's is that' he wrote "Tne Whit^F �f th/ Lusltanla3 The White Ships and the Red." stanz^sT her* th6 laSt thrce THE WHITE. SHIPS AND THE BED. By JQYCE KILMER. I went not forth to battle, I carried friendly men, The children played about my decks. ATi?T, wrong cries out for vengeance; The blow that sent me here Was ajmed in HelJ. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away the stain; Upon a brow that wears a crown I am the '.brand' of Cain. When God's great voice assembles Thu fleet on Judgment day. The ghosts 6f ruined ships will rise In sea and strait and bay. Though they have lain for ages Beneath the changeless flood, They shall be white as silver But one-shall be like blood. In his "Main Street" he paid a 'tribute to the memory of a fellow poet, Rupert Brooke, every word of which we can apply with equal truth to Joyce Kilmer himself: IK MEMORY OF RUPERT BROOKE. By JOYCE KILMER. In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth Is stopt, with half his songs unsung; His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes of his golden tongue, We keep the vision of his chivalry. So Israel's Joy. the loveliest of kings, ' Smote, now",his harp, and now the hostile- horde. To-day the starry roof of heaven rings With psalms a soldier made to praise his Lord; And David rests beneath Eternal wings, - Song on his lips, and in his hand a sword. Much 'of Joyce Kilmer's work had a strong religious vein running through it, and here Is such a poem, written in' the trenches: PRAYER Or A SOLDIER IW FHAMCE By JOYCE KILMER. My-shoulders ache beneath my pack (pie easier, Cross, upon His back). I march with feet that burn and smart (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart). Men shout at me who may not speak (They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek). I may' not lift a hand to clear My eyes of salty drops that sear.. (Then shall my fickle soul forget Thy Agony of Bloody Sweat?) My rifle hand is stiff and numb (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come). Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me Than all tho hostB of land and sea. So let me render back again This millionth of Thy gift. Amen. Another widely quotod poem wan "Trees," the title poem of UiB second book of verse. It runs: TREKS. By JOYCE KILMER. I think that I shall never se� A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against tho earth's sweet flowing breast; I A tree tliaf.looks at God And lift" her leafy arms to pi ay, A tree that may In summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose snow lias lalnj Who .intimately lives will. lain. Poen.x (.re nmtle 1>:'. "* Uul only God-can �">1>'-' u l,tu' Sergt. Joyce Kilmer SERGT. JOYCE KILMER, poet an� journalist, died on the fiold of honor in France. Kilmer's last letter to his wife stated that ho did not want her to worry should she receive a cablegram stating that he was dangerously wounded. Kilmer leaves a-"widow and four children. The news of his demise was received by his family at his summer home at Oak Bluffs, Mass. He was born in 18S8 and received his degree of A.B. at Columbia in 190S. H� was editorial assistant of tho Standard Dictionary In .1909: became editor of The Churchman In 1912, and was a mombor of the Btaft of the New York Sunday Times' Magazine Section and the Times Review of Books, and later of the Literary Digest. ATTACK, ATTACK, ALWAYS ATTACK! General Mangin's Idea About War-Ruthless Energy, Implacable Will. PARIS, Auf. 2T. E are going to meet a general," said tho officer of ho groat general . staff who was conducting a diplomat from �thc'Qual d'Orsay along the battle-front. 1 happened to be n member of the party. We had no idea: to what general our guide referred. But we knew It was not the commander-in-chief. We Wanted to go forward to watch the victorious allied tidal wave surging back toward the Hlndenburg lines. We said so. ' "Well, you'll want to meot this general," said the officer guiding us. I asked his name.' The officer smll-ed and.replied! * "Wait. You aro jrblng to meet a man whom tho Germans fear worse than they fear the devil." We arrived at a grey old chateau and waited In'tho park while an orderly announced us. Long stone steps ran down from a wide balcony. Its railings were covered with creepers and honeysuckle. -A man appeared on the balcony. He was rather short, thick-chested and still In middle age. He wore a band of gold oak leaves around his hat, denoting that he was a general of the French army. I recognized him at once. I bad seen that eagle faco before, at Verdun. 1 had heard his crisp, biting voice and hud looked Into his hard, passionate eyes. I had watched him work, a complete master of the volcano burning within him. 1 had seen his ruthless energy and tho results of bis Implacable will. Yes, I had seen that terrible man before at Verdun. Now he stood at the top of tho stairs looking over me trees and the beautiful old park. His faco worked convulsively, his eyes unblinking, like those of a vulture seeing Its prey far off. Then be glanced towards us and his manner changed to that of geniality and kindliness. He stepped slowly down, There were grace and elegance in his appearance. He held out one hand ut the hip. He stepped so softly that he seemed to move with a feline grace. Ho greeted us with drawipg room charm of manner. His handclasp was soft. We exchanged the usual commonplaces. He turned again, extending his hand, soft as velvet. I asked him a question, abruptly, I don't know why. The question Just slipped out. i "Geneial, what is your idea of war, all wars?" 1 asked. I suddenly found that there were fingers of steel on that velvet hand. There was something tremendous, overpowering. Napoleonic in his face as he raised his voice. "War-what is war?" he said. "Why, It's attack! Attack! Attack: Always the attack-that is war, and that Is all." The speaker was General Mangln.