Cortland Evening Standard, Saturday, January 6, 1900.
IN NORTHWEST LUZON.
Complete Success of American Arms in That Vicinity.
FILIPINOS RELEASE PRISONERS.
After Many Weary Months of Captivity Uncle Sam's Sailors Now Enjoy Their Liberty—Lieutenant Gilmore Reported Rescued—List of the Blue Jackets Killed.
WASHINGTON, Jan. 6.—After a silence of several days, General Otis is able to notify the war department of the complete success of the military operations in northwest Luzon, the main object of which was the rescue of the American prisoners which the insurgents took with them in their flight.
Although General Otis does not specify Lieutenant Gilmore, United States navy, by name, the wording of his message is taken to mean that that officer was among the list of rescued prisoners.
In the absence of a detailed statement from Admiral Watson as to the personality of the prisoners the officials of the navy department have prepared the following statement which, although believed to be correct, is subject to amendment by the admiral:
American naval prisoners in the hands of the Filipinos and rescued by Colonel Hare:
Captured from the Marivales: William Juraschka, boatswain's mate.
Captured from the Urdaneta, and believed to have been just released:
Benjamin J. Greene, coxswain, Edward Burke, ordinary seaman; George Daniel Powers, apprentice; James Farley, fireman.
Captured from the Yorktown's boat and believed to have been released:
Lieutenant J. C. Gilmore; William Waltoon, chief quartermaster; John Ellsworth, coxswain; Lyman Paul Edwards, landsman; Paul Vandoit, sailmaker's mate; Silvio Brisolese, Albert Peterson, apprentice; Louis Peterson, Fred Anderson, landsman, born in Buffalo, next in kin Christiana Anderson, mother, Buffalo.
By this statement it appears that the following Yorktown men, who were wounded, were also released:
William H. Rynders, coxswain, Orrison W. Woodbury, Denzell G. A. Venville, apprentice, second class.
The statement thus makes it appear that the following American sailors included in the Ardeneta and Yorktown parties were killed:
Of the Ardaneta, Cadet W. C. Wood, William Mitchell, seaman, Samuel Jones, Tilden Herbert, ordinary seaman, Arthur William Drummond, machinist, Thomas Gray, fireman second class, born Buffalo, N. Y., next of kin not given, Samuel Stone, seaman.
Of the Yorktown, John Dillon, landsman, Charles Albert Morrissey, Ora B. McDonald, ordinary seaman, Edward J. Nygard, gunner's mate.
CAMPAIGNING IN PANAY.
Letter from William Bates of the Signal Corps, a Cortland Boy.
Mr. G. F. Beaudry has received the following letter from one of his former clerks, who is now in the signal corps in the Twenty-sixth regiment in the army in the Philippines. It will be read with interest by all his old friends here:
Jaro, Isle of Panay, Nov. 22, 1899.
Mr. G. F. Beaudry, Cortland, N. Y.:
DEAR SIR—I have had my fill of fighting and don't you forget it. I thought I would not write till after I had been under fire and then tell you how I felt and some of the sights I had seen with my own eyes. You have no doubt heard of the "gallant Twenty-sixth." Well, that is the noted outfit that I am in, and they have been brave boys, every one of them too.
We are on the largest island outside of Luzon, 300 miles from Manila. Iloilo is on this island and is the next city in size to Manila. We are two miles from the town called Jara, but pronounced as though spelled Har-ro. We have been here for three weeks, but it rained so there were no operations till Nov. 21. Then we had a fight and had five killed and thirty-five wounded.
We got orders to take Santa Barbara, 10 miles from here, and moved at 5 A. M.—the second battalion of the Twenty-sixth, one battalion each from the Eighteenth and Nineteenth, the whole of the Sixth battery and part of the Sixth Infantry. The Twenty-sixth and the Sixth battery started on the direct road to Santa Barbara. We had not advanced 1500 yards beyond our outposts when we got it good and plenty. They must have known that we were coming. The infantry was deployed as skirmishers, and the battery held the road. They had built their trenches across the road, and they were fines ones too. They were 3 and 4 feet deep and were protected in front by sharpened stakes driven into the ground and banked with earth. How would you like to charge over them? When they tell you Filipinos shoot high, don't you believe it, for our men were all hit below the waist.
When I was told to climb upon a shack and signal for re-enforcements—well, it started to run down my leg, ha! ha! By the way, I am in the signal corps, and we use flags to wig wag in the daytime and the heliograph at night. It is no child's play either. The signaling is done by the Myers' code.
When the re-enforcements came we charged, and if you could have seen those Kukiaks run it would have made your heart feel good. I know it did me good. We were in the rice swamps up to our waists one minute, and the next were cutting our way through the palms. I tell you it was hell.
Here is something you may not believe, but fifty men of Company D of the Twenty-sixth will tell you it is true. They were marching through the rice swamps and the rice is tall, when out of it jumped a bolo man and started to slash a corporal, and before they could get the bolo away from him the corporal was all cut up. The boys did not dare shoot as they would hit their own men. Two fellows broke their guns over his head and drove their bayonets into him and left him for dead.
The bolo men are worse than the men with guns. They hide in the rice swamps and throw them at you. Some of the bolos are beauties. I have two dandies that I shall try to bring home with me.
The signal corps is mounted and acts as scouts and orderlies for the colonel and major. I was sent back to Jaro when we were six miles out with orders to have the ambulances report at once upon the scene of action. In the second load brought back there was the bolo man sitting up. He is the tallest man I ever saw.
We have just received word that the corporal will die to-night from the wounds received from the bolo.
Claude is in the Second battalion and they are having a pretty tough time of it to-day. We got a message this noon saying that they were getting cut up badly—one captain killed and six wounded and two that will not live. When they take Santa Barbara the biggest battle of the campaign will be fought.
I never felt better in my life, but I am as black as a nigger from the sun. Just think, we are only six degrees from the equator.
Major Henry and I acting as his orderly leave here at 4 A. M. to-morrow for Santa Barbara. It will be a hard ride, as we can't tell how many of the enemy may have come through the line as noncombatants.
Yours Truly,
WILL BATES, Signal Corps, Twenty-sixth Regiment, Infantry U. S. A., Manila, P. I.
THE JOLLY TARS.
ENTERTAINMENT LAST NIGHT UNDER SUPERVISION OF CORTLAND ATHLETIC ASSOC.
Chorus of Sixteen Voices—"The Black Wits"—Fun of the "Premier Fun Makers—Solos by Eminent Singers—New Features in the Equilibrical Revolving Ladder—Terpsichorean Exercise—Vocal Impersonations and Other Features.
A large and enthusiastic crowd greeted the Jolly Tar minstrels last night at the Opera House on the occasion of the performance given by the members of the C. A. A. and under it auspices. When the curtain rose there was hardly a vacant seat in the house, and the large crowd enjoyed the fun for three hours without tiring, giving encore after encore, to which the performers responded heartily.
As the curtain went up the spectators were furnished with a view of the splendid stage grouping. The chorus of sixteen voices, forming a semi-circle with Interlocutor A. W. McNett as a center, occupied the front of the stage. Masters Freddie and Leon Beaudry occupied seats at their right and left of the Interlocutor. The other members of the chorus are Messrs. Bowen, Byrnes, Tyler, Stoker, Griffith, Brady, Rowe, Grant, Carver, Bowker, Walsh, Maine, Hopkins and Murphy. The dark town members, with bones and tambourines, filled out the ends of the circle. Back of the chorus, and somewhat elevated, Darby's orchestra was stationed and furnished music for the performance. The beautiful manner of the grouping together with the elaborate costumes made the grand opening a feature that will long be remembered.
The chorus singing plainly showed the results of long and faithful drill on the part of the members. The parts were well balanced and the effect most pleasing.
Mr. McNett, as interlocutor kept the fun coming thick and fast from the dark town people who in turn convulsed the crowd with crisp locals and pat sayings.
Mr. Wallace in "Why Don't You Get a Lady of Your Own," brought down the house. Freddie and Leon Beaudry sang "My Little 'Lasses Candy Coon" to the satisfaction of all and received warm applause. Mr. Wilcox gave "Mr. Johnson Don't Get Gay" in true coon shape which was well received by the audience. The ballad, "She Rests by the Suwannee River," was finely rendered by Mr. John Grant, and this was followed by a well executed selection from Mr. Bert Sager, "I Just Received a Telegram from Baby.''
During this time the minstrels had been provoking merriment with their acting and sharp shots that were directed at all classes of citizens. Policemen, clerks, lawyers and others fell within their range and were handled without gloves, but the fun had just begun, for at the arrival of the "Black Wits," which were well named indeed, the crowd shook with laughter. Mr. Maycumber delighted the audience with "My Hannah Lady," and Mr. Brady's "I Ain't Seen No Messenger Boy," was all right.
Following these came the beautiful ballad, "Take Me Back to Dixie," given by Mr. Gren Bowker in his usual pleasing manner. Mr. Bowker with his clear intonation touched a tender chord and was given a warm reward. Mr. Walsh sang "Always" in the pleasing manner which is characteristic of him.
The two premier fun-makers, Mr. Roe and Mr. Wallace, then made their appearance and the fun began again, and more sharp shooting was in order. Their songs, "I Love My Babe" and "I'd Leave My Happy Home for You," were adapted somewhat to local events and were well received. "The King's Highway" by Mr. Bowen was thoroughly enjoyed, and the closing chorus by the entire company "Dark Town is Out To-night" was a fitting close to the first part of the performance.
After the curtain Darby's orchestra gave the descriptive overture by Lamp entitled "American Derby, or Afternoon at the Races" which proved a great hit. This selection describes incidents in going by train to the races, and many exciting events connected with them.
The olio was then introduced, and Messrs. Maltbey and Seamans appeared in their world startling feats on the revolving ladder. Their feats on the ladder are remarkable and were continued surprises to the audience. This is perhaps the first time a Cortland audience has had the chance to see any of this work done by local men and these young men deserve great credit for their fine performances, not only on the ladder where they were perfectly at home, but also for their acrobatic work in which they were equally successful.
The Ethiopian terpsichorean exercise by Messrs. Ketchum and Howe was a particularly interesting feature. Not only did the actors handle themselves with ease, but also the precision of their movements was pleasing.
The descriptive song "My Babe from Boston Town" given by Wilcox and Wallace, and introducing the cake walk, was well carried out. Mr. Wallace's make up was particularly good. Both these gentlemen have good stage qualities.
The mandolin, banjo and guitar orchestra under the supervision of Mr. George Murphy was well received and thoroughly enjoyed.
The one man band featuring Dillon Bros. latest song, "A Large Front Room on Broadway," was given by Mr. Wilson Wilcox. Mr. Wilcox plays as high as five different instruments at one time. His work was well received.
Prof. C. King Brown gave but two of his magical mysteries on account of the lateness of the hour, but in these he showed his ability as a sleight of hand performer and will to-night give more of this work.
In general it may be said that the entertainment was one of the best of its kind ever given by local talent in Cortland. At other times complaints have been heard of the coldness of Cortland audiences, but surely the Jolly Tars found a warm reception in return for the highly creditable manner in which the entertainment was given, and the efforts put forth by the company last night ensures the success of to-night's entertainment.
Died in New York.
Charles McSweeney, only child of Mr. and Mrs. Andrew J. McSweeney, formerly of Cortland, died at his home in New York City yesterday, Jan. 5, after a short illness from typhoid fever. His age was 14 years. The remains arrived in Cortland this afternoon on the 4:39 train and were taken to the home of his aunt, Mrs. James Ray, 18 Railway-ave. The funeral will be held at the house Sunday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock, and at St. Mary's church at 3 o'clock.
Mr. and Mrs. McSweeney have the sympathy of a host of friends in Cortland in this hour of bereavement.
To-morrow's Telegram.
Is there a Fenian plot being hatched in Cortland? A Cortland Englishman man thinks there is and has told Clayton H. Buell all about it. Mr. Buell has written it up in his graphic style and it will appear in the Elmira Telegram to-morrow.
Same Old Century Still.
No reason exists why any one who rides a bicycle should be confused over the question, "When does the new century begin?" Every bicycle rider knows what "a century run" is. It means a run of 100 miles, and it is not completed until the hundred miles have been run. The second century run of a bicycle rider always begins with mile 101, and his twentieth century run would begin when he started out to make his mile 1,901, because he would have to complete the nineteen hundred miles to the very last foot before his nineteenth century run would end. So with the centuries of time. Not until the last day of the year 1900 has passed will the century have been completed, and not until the first minute of 1901 opens will the new twentieth century have begun.—Leslie's Weekly.
BREVITIES.
—Auburn's fire loss for the past year amounts to $42,500.
—"I wish," he said, "I were like your hair." "How?" she asked. "All your own." The cards are out.
—The members of the choir of Grace church are all requested to meet for practice to-night at 7:30 o'clock.
—The adjourned term of county court will convene at the courthouse on Monday, Jan. 8, at 10 A. M. to complete the calendar and the business remaining before it.
—Miss Ina Belle LaDu of Cortland was married on Jan. 1 at the home of her brother in Medina to Mr. Alvin Cottet of Syracuse. The ceremony was performed by Rev. W. H. Pound, pastor of the Congregational church of Cortland.
—Cortland's wall paper factory is working to its full capacity. Mr. Coy, who went from this city to Cortland and helped organize the factory, says there is ample room for another like it in Ithaca, and it is a marvel to him that our capitalists cannot see it.—Ithaca Journal.
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