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THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL, PORTLAND. SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 28, 1916.
j Measles More
; Serious Than
Trifling
I By Woods Hutchinson, M. D.
frHE idea of regarding measles with
I respect In a comparatively new
one. In our childhood days we
'?' used to hear them spoken of aa some
K thin little wone than a Joke, and tho
t moat vivid recollections we have of
rt them personally are. more likely to be
rf :of Jellies and and broths and rest in
t b. and invalid privileges and petting
generally than of smarting eyes or
sore throat or headache.
A we were among the survivors,
oiir remembrances, naturally, are only
' the milder forms, and we are almost
If'i Inclined to count them In with the rest
" f ;'f the rosy lights of the happy days of
f i childhood, and to use them principally
? date-mark, expressive of extreme
immaturity "I haven't done so and so
since I had the measles!" Kven our
habit of always referring to them in
' the plural, as if they were not bl?
seems a part of the general attitude of
good-natured contempt.
- ' '
- One of the many military maxims
attributed to Napoleon Is that the most
dangerous mistake possible In war Is
y to despise your enemy. And never was
there a more striking truth than
-measles. We discovered our mistake
' solely by adopting good business hab
vft and putting in a set of account
books In our health business.
C. Before we began to "keep books" we
J regarded measles with a tolerant and
a'" rather cheerful eye, because for
2 .every child that died of It 30 recovered,
2 and a 2D to 1 chance was scarcely
J'. worth worrying over; but the moment
V ihat the first balance was struck at
1 the end of the year we discovered, to
'.VOr Qiailia, limi turn liiiihih M.tmi "
red eyes and headache and three days
1 in bed had carried off over 10.000 chll
,.dren in these I'nlted States, and that
fthla was only an average annual per
t ormance.
One cause for this extraordinary un
5 derestlmate of the seriousness of the
. disease was our short memories. Al
2 most all children attacked, except two
Tor three In a hundred, would apparent--Tlv
recover from the measles; that Is to
"', MX, from the first stage of the attack.
,'The fever would subside, the eyes clear
"..U. the rash disappear and the child.
though still weak and uncomfortable,
. Would be much better.
. . ,i . . i. : r f f n t r 9
But a week or 10 days later the llt
t'e one would suddenly develop a sharp
attack of bronchitis or pneumonia,
Which ssdly often resulted fatally. Tet,
because this latter attnek often came
on' after some exposure to the weather
or a chill. It was put down as due to a
cold and counted as a new disease tin
tier the title of "capillary bronchitis,"
or the bronchial-pneumonia of children.
Although Individual physicians had
for many years been warning their pa
tients of the dangers of fatal bron
chitis following measles. It was only
by careful follow-up work and records
Covering thousands of cases that we
proved convincingly that the bronchi
tis following measles was really a la
ter stage of the disease Itself, or at
least entirely due to It.
If the little patient's lower lip Is
pulled down, the mucous membrane of
the Inner surface will be found dotted
,Hrlth Httle reddish or whitish raised
spots, known aa Kopllk's spots, from
the discoverer. These show that the
eruption is not merely upon the skin,
"but also In the mouth and throat, and
1rohanly extends clear clown to the
windpipe and bronchial tubes, which
helps to explain how easy it in for
.bronchitis and pneumonia to develop
later in the disease.
Soldier's Widow Is
n Convicted of Arson
rwaated to Husband and Thought
; She Could Qrt Kim Leave of Ab
' . mo by Making Herself Destitute.
Berlin, May 27. (I. N. S.) In the
"7 criminal court of I.ueneburg Mrs. Anna
, Barge, the young widow of a soldier,
v has Jut been convicted of arson and
r sentenced to one year. Imprisonment.
- y Her husband, a small farmer, was
; called to. the front shortly after his
Premarriage at the beginning of the war.
; '--Last fall he wrote of the terrible bat-
. ties In, Russia and said that he ex
!;iPected to be killed sooner or later.
". ' His wife brooded over the letter and
"decided to apply for a leave of ab
Sence for him. To give more weight
t" her petition she made herself destl-
tut by setting her house on fire.
The Investigation started by the po
lice led to the arrest of the woman
ind while in prison she received th?
new that her husband had been killed
by a Russian shell before she applied
'the torch to her home.
Old Soldier Wins
German Iron Cross
Yeteran of 1870-71 Who is Hov 65
Tears Old and Wine Others Success
fully Held Trench.
Berlin. May 27. (I. N. S The
general staff reports that Christian
Kunsiger of Hellbronn, one of the old
est aoldiers of the German army, has
been decorated with the Iron Cross of
th first class. When the war broke
:ut Kunziger, a veteran of 1870-71,
volunteered, although he was over 65
years old. He was at ffrst rejected
but finally attached to a munitions
transport an a corporal.
, Later, after his promotion to the
fang of sergeant, he succeded In hav
Inf himself transferred to the front
and four weeks afterward he earned
the Iron Crost of the second clasH by
conspicuous bravery. The first class
cross has been awarded to him for
'successfully defending a trench with
nine men against a vastly superior
force of the enemy.
English Soldier
Wears Wooden Leg
if:
Tommy Successfully Xvaded Burg-tons
lad When later Deformity Slsoov-
end rrored Si Ability to March.
London. May 27. (I. N. 8.) When
It was announced some time ago that
- a man with a wooden leg had entered
the British army, most readers thought
tt -was a Joke. But Private J..L. Jones,
- army ordnance corps, who has an arti
ficial limb, Is really about to go
at road on military duties.
: He is a strapping Liverpool man,
over feet tall and 23 years old. When
examined by the army doctors at tho
recruiting office he successfully con
cealed the presence of the wooden leg
' and marched past, them without a
limp.
. ' On the discovery of the deception,
the army authorities let Jones give
. proof of physical stamina and march
ing power and then accepted hlru out-
The Stop'
DEAR MISS FAULKNER:
I have read nearly all your
stories in the paper and think
they are interesting. Will you please
put a soldier story in the paper for us
next Sunday? Yours truly,
JOSHUA BR1NDLEY.
By GEORGENE FAULKNER.
NE of the soldiers who
fought for the Union
during the Civil war
tells this story of "The
Brave Little Drummer
Boy."
The soldier said:
"When our regiment was about to march
to join General Lyon and the troops at
Wilson's Creek, the drummer of our com
pany was taken sudenly ill and was carried
to the hospital."
The night before the soldiers were to
march a negro was arrested and brought
before the captain. "What brings you
here?" asked the captain sternly.
"I know a drummer boy, massa, who
would like to join this yere company, and
1 done come heah to tell you all!"
"Bring the drummer here early tomor
row morning, and if he will enlist for a
short time we will see about it."
The next morning very early the colored
man returned, bringing with him a middle
aged woman dressed in deep mourning and
her son, a small boy about 12 or 13 years
of age.
She told her story simply and directly.
She had lived in East Tennessee, but her
husband was killed by the Confederate sol
diers and her home was destroyed, so she
had come to St. Louis to find her sister, but
she had been unable to find her. As she
had no money, she felt that it would be
best for her boy to enlist as a drummer
boy in the army, while she found employ
ment for herself.
All the time that she was telling her sad
story the little boy stood watching the cap
tain keenly. He felt that the captain was
about to say that he was too small to
march with the men, so he spoke up quick
ly and said: "Don't be afraid, captain I
can drum!"
The captain laughed at the confident lit
tle lad, and he said: "Very well, sergeant,
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The Soldier is bidding his wife
gxxlbye as he leaves for thQ War.
The little fellow followed him
bring the drum and order our fifer to come
forward and we will hear this drummer
boy."
The fifer was a tall, good-natured man,
over 6 feet in height, and his eyes twinkled
with amusement as he bent down over the
small drummer boy and said: "My little
man, can you drum?"
"Indeed, yes, sir!" answered the boy.
"1 drummed for Captain Hill in Tennessee."
Then the fifer straightened up his tall
body and he played "The Flowers of Edin
borough," which was one of the most diffi
cult pieces he could select, but the little
fellow followed him faithfully and showed
himself a master with the drum. The fifer
was very much pleased and the boy looked
up at the captain eagerly, to see what he
would do.
The captain turned to the mother. "We
will take your boy, madam; what is his
name?"
"Edward Lee," she replied simply. Then
suddenly, as she realized the danger that
her boy was going into, she choked down
a sob as she said, "Captain, if he Is not
(3 iklKiF THEAEZI
4
Some Picture Trickery for Memorial Day
faithfully and showed himself to be master of the drum.
killed" then she bent down over her boy
and held him tightly in her arms as she
kissed him good-bye. "Oh, Captain," she
said, "he is all that I have; you will bring
him back to me, won't you?"
"Yes, yes," said the captain. "He will
certainly come back with us soon. Do not
worry, madam."
An hour later the tall fifer and the
small drummer were playing "The Girl 1
Left Behind Me" as the soldiers marched
out of camp.
The long-legged fifer was very fond of
his small companion, and often on a hard,
long march he picked up the little fellow
and mounted him on his back, and he al
ways carried him icioss all the streams
and mud.
The little drummer was a favorite with
all the men, and when anyone had any spe
cial food, he would always share it first
with Eddie.
At the battle of Wilson's Creek the men
fought across the creek and through the
valley and from one hillside to another, and
the fighting was fast and furious.
How we must turn the picture
fupsid; down like this
- a I
The company in which Eddie marched
was with Totten fighting fiercely down in
the ravine. At last Totten drove the enemy
from the ravine and then came the sad
news that General Lyon was killed, and
soon after, when hostilities had ceased upon
both sides, the order came for a retreat.
The soldier who told this tale was on
guard for the night, and he said: "When
1 went out to take my place 1 found that
it overlooked the deep ravine in which so
many of our men had fought during the
day. It was truly a Valley of Death, and
all was still except for the dismal howling
of a wolf in the timber.
"The moon had gone down and the stars
twinkled feebly through the hazy light, the
night passed slowly away and I was glad at
last to see a faint streak of rosy light in the
eastern sky. Then I heard a drum beating
the morning call; at first 1 thought that it
came from the camp of the enemy across
the creek, but as I listened the sound
seemed to come from the ravine below me.
Something about the steady beat of that
drum sounded strangely familiar, and then I
knew it was our little drummer boy from
-and add some -more lines
in this manner
The Brave Little
Drummer may
Tennessee. Just as 1 was planning to go
to him I saw the officer of the guard and
two men approaching. We ill listened and
agreed that it was our little Eddie, and that
he was doubtless wounded down there in
the ravine.
" 'May I go to the boy?' 1 asked. The
officer of the day hesitated and said
shortly: 'Orders are to march in 20 min
utes. Yes, go to him. but be back in that
time.'
"Then I started down the hill, pushing
my way through the thick underbrush. At
last, led by the sound of the drum, I came
down into the valley, and there I found our
little boy seated on the ground, leaning
against a fallen tree, with his drum propped
on some bushes in front of him, pluckily
beating his drum.
"When he looked up and saw me he
dropped his drumsticks and said, 'Oh, cor
poral! I am so glad you have come tor me;
1 hoped some one of our boys would come;
please give me a drink,' and he stretched
jut his hands eagerly toward my canteen,
vhich was empty.
"1 went toward a little brook near by
and filled the canteen, and as he saw me
start away, b- called: 'Don't leave me,
corporal; 1 can't walk!' 'I shall not leave
you, boy,' I answered. '1 will bring back
some water.' And after I had given him the
water and satisfied his thirst I looked down
athim and saw that both of his feet had
been shot away by a cannon ball. He saw
the look of pity on my face, and he took
hold of my hands, as though he needed
strength, and, looking into my eyes, he
said beseechingly: "You don't think that
I will die, do you, corporal? This soldier
in gray said 1 would be all right; that a
skillful surgeon could cure my feet.'
"I looked at the man lying face down
ward on the grass; he was dressed all in
gray, one of the enemy, who had been shot
and had fallen near our little lad. He knew
that he could not live and he had tried to
encourage our little drummer boy through
the long hours of the night.
" 'He was my friend,' said Eddie with a
sad smile, 'but now he has gone. Do you
know, corporal, when he saw me lying here
suffering he crawled over to me on his
hands and knees, he was so badly wounded,
and then he took off his own buckskin sus
penders; see, he has bound them tichtly
around my legs to try and ston the m.-a
It hurt xme. but I did not cry out, for he
tried so hard not to hurt me, and he said;
"You are a game little kid! Now. don't-?
you worry; they will ome along soon and 1
carry you to the hospital and you will be
fixed all right in the morning."
" 'Then, corporal, after a time, just as
the morning was breaking, his lips grew
tight as he smiled at me, and then he
rolled over on the grass, so that 1 could not
see his face; but oh. corroral. I Lnow th.
ne .s aead, a.ul tears streamed down the -
lace of the little drummer boy.
'Must then we heard the trap of horses'
hoofs and a cavalry tr.ir of the enemy
came down into the ravine and I was taken
prisoner. I explained about the wounded
boy and asked the officer to take Fddi on
on his horse, and he did so. lifting the little
leiiow with great tenderness. He held him
in his arms as carefully as a lather would
hold his own little son.
"But when we reached the camp of the
enemy our rrave little drummer bov hid
closed his eyes in his last sleep. He had.
gone to join his friend and comrade of
the battlefield, the brave soldier in irrav
who had ministered to the wants of a
wounded little drummer hov in blue "
(This story is retold and adapted from
the story called "Loyal Drummer Bov" in
"Romance of the Civil War," Source Head
ers in American History, by Albert Bush
nell Hart.)
Easing His Feelings.
"If 1 let you brush my clothes," said Mr.
Feever, "I surpose vou'll want a tin"
"I'll expect the tip anyhow," replied the
porter. "But I'm willing to brush your
clothes, so as to let you feel that you are
getting a little somethirrg for your money.
Nothing Romantic.
"What are you doing with that lady's
slipper in your pocket? Looking for a
Cinderella? "
"Naw; my wife wanted some stocking
to match. I couldn't cut a section out of
the slipper, so I had to bring the pesky
ining along.
Social Uplift.
"I'm asking a raise," said my pretty stenof,
ror I m planning a regular spree.
"Very well," was my answer, "I'm never a
hog.".
And 1 raised her right up to my knee.
(By CHARLES AA
I OGDEN J
Then a little shading ives us this
pjctmne fif a youthful defender sf theVniorv