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Marine Sergeant Who Was King
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IT HAS always been our contention
* that it is just as impossible for us
to sell Great Britain or any other
foreign country our games of base
ball and football as
it would be to have
Great Britain sell
us cricket and rug-
by. It just can’t be
done — and it’s a
waste of time to
try it.
For example, my
friend, Colonel Red
O’Hare, a former
West Point tackle,
now abroad in the
active zone, sends GrantlandRIcc
me a column writ-
ten by a well-known Welsh sporting
writer on American football ns it
looked to him. Here are just a few
brief selections:
“I noticed that in the two hours
time to play the game the ball was
in motion, only 14 minutes—
“The men taking part are so close-
ly bunched together that a lot of
obstruction Is inevitable. Kicking is
discouraged because It puts the oth-
er side in possession of the ball. It
is the last resort.
The game did not appear to be
nearly Is fast as our own. No one
taking part In it seemed to run very
far, for nearly always when we were
getting set for excitement the runner
was promptly downed or the referee
blew his whistle.
Altogether it was a colorful ad>
venture, but American Rugger must
be an acquired taste." (Like olives
or spinach?)
They tackled fiercely and there
was a sigh of relief when it was
shown the runner or ball carrier
was still alive. The Welsh impres-
sion is that the numerous stoppages,
the crowding together of friend and
foe, do not lend themselves to speed,
excitement and to constructive en-
deavor. It was the lack of continued
speed, of unbroken motion, that left
its most depressing effect.”
A Rather Fair Analysis
Many American football followers
will resent this slant. But as Bobby
Burns once said:
“Oh, wad some power the giftie
gie us
"To see ourselves as ithers see
us.”
Over in England, Scotland and
Wales they don’t like American foot-
ball largely for the reason that after
two hours the ball is in motion or
the men are in motion only 14 min-
utes of the 120 minutes consumed.
No one can dispute this flaw or
weakness In our game, looking at
the show from one angle. Rugby
and soccer football have far more
continued action, just as basketball
and hockey do.
But against this we can give you
the game of cricket. This isn’t what
you would call the fastest or the
speediest game ever Invented, not
even barring chess.
I recall years ago talking with
Red Donahue, who pitched for the
Phillies and for Cleveland in the
time of Nap Lajoie. Red also went
out for cricket in Philadelphia, then
the U. S. cricket hot spot.
Red abandoned cricket shortly aft-
er taking up the game and doing
quite well with it.
“Why did you happen to give up
cricket?” I asked Donahue one day.
"I’ll tell you, Grant,” he said,
“why I decided to abandon this very
estimable competition.
"We had been playing two days in
this match against English invad-
ers and I asked how things stood.
They told me we were now playing
the second Inning. I promptly re-
tired. I wasn’t busy but I never
had time to give a week to one
game, including time out for tea."
So you can see how it works both
ways. In many ways we don’t like
the games they play, and they don’t
like the games we play. Both are
either too fast or too slow, if not
too young or too old.
International Games
There are still certain internation-
al games played around a somewhat
battered and harassed planet. These
games include golf, tennis, boxing
and to a certain extent soccer foot-
ball and basketball. And of course
track and field, the basis of all Olym-
pic sport.
Track and field arc the world-wide
competitions where running and
jumping and heaving missiles go
back to the Cave Man era, requiring
oo extensive complications.
For example, in golf Hagen and
Sarazen, beyond the United States,
have had some of their hottest
matches in England, Scotland,
France, Japan, Australia, India,
South Africa and South America.
Golf even outranges tennis in this
respect, although Davis Cup matches
almost circle the so-called globe.
Boxing? For over 20 years there
have been almost no good ring fight-
ers outside of the U. S., although
Schmeling of Germany and Camera
<>f Italy won two rather shady titles.
For all that the U. S. of A. can
still get along pretty well with its
own version of football and base-
ball. These are two of the games
the many millions love and under-
stand—the games they will stick to
until Grand Old Gehenna is packed
with icebergs.
Yank Was Believed
Reincarnation of
Faustin I.
By ROBERT H. MYERS
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
(Through courtesy of THE LEATH-
ERNECK, the magazine of the U. S.
Marines.)
/'"YNE dark, gloomy night in
V>/ the year 1848, on the tiny
tropical voodoo isle of La
Gonave, black King Faustin
I suddenly and mysteriously
disappeared. Years crept by
and King Faustin I was never
heard from again, but a leg-
end was born that some day a
descendant of his name would
return to rule this West Indies
island.
Some three score and ten years
later, In 1920, a creaky sailboat
lurched across the choppy waters of
the channel from Port nu Prince and
scraped up on the sands of La Gon-
ave. Bounding out was a strange
collection of occupants; chattering
black natives, bawling cattle—and
Gunnery Sergeant Wirkus of the
United States marines—whose first
name was Faustin.
Thus was forged a link in one of
the strangest stories that ever came
out of this storied, superstition-
bound island. For Faustin E. Wir-
kus, a blue-eyed, square-chinned
Yankee from the state of Pennsyl-
vania, who had never heard of King
Faustin I or about his mysterious
disappearance from La Gonave, and
most certainly was no descendant of
the ebony emperor, eventually was
crowned King Faustin II and
reigned virtually singlehanded over
the 12,000 natives for nearly five
years—between 1921 and 1925.
He’s Asked About “Queen.”
He became famous as the "White
King of La Gonave," and as he
goes about more commonplace du-
ties in the marine corps today, he
still gets numerous inquiries about
his years in Haiti; about the broad
and beaming native woman, Queen
Ti Memenne, who had chosen him
to rule the island.
Queen Ti Memenne, of course, was
not .really a queen, nor was Wirkus
truly a king, because La Gonave
was merely a province of Haiti and
under the administration of the Hai-
tian republic and its president But
the stormy little country had been
the scene of a bloody uprising a
few years before, starting in 1915.
Marines had been sent in to settle
and a picked number had re-
mained to train and run the native
Gendarmerie.
Gunnery Sergeant Wirkus was one
of these men, and by congressional
permission, was on detached duty
with the Gendarmerie and held the
rank of lieutenant in the force. As-
signed to La Gonave, he was official-
ly a subdistrict commander.
Today Wirkus is a warrant officer,
in charge of the marine aviation de-
tachment at the navy’s pre-flight
school at Chapel Hill, N. C. But to
go back to those years of yester-
day—
Soon after enlisting, he landed in
Haiti with the first outfits of ma-
rines that went down to settle the
trouble in that country. His was the
old Twenty-second company, led by
Capt. Alexander S. Williams, and
his battalion commander was a man
later destined for world fame, Gen.
Smedley Butler.
Five Years of Bushfighting.
Off and on for five years, the ma-
rines were busy bushflghting the
treacherous "cacos,” knife-wielding
natives whose tactics were bloody if
not successful. Wirkus engaged in
many scraps—he killed seven cacos
in one bitter engagement—and grad-
ually gained recognition as an effi-
cient and straight-shooting non-com.
Once in Port au Prince he took a
handful of native gendarmerie and
broke up a secret voodoo ceremony
and captured the ringleaders. This
he accomplished with not a man in-
jured. Voodoo meetings were often
hotbeds of trouble.
During these years Wirkus kept
hearing tales about the island of
La Gonave, 40 miles north of Port
au Prince and about 300 square miles
in area, Voodooism was rampant
on the island, and fearsome were
some of the tales. A white man, so
it was whispered, was not safe on
La Gonave. No one wanted that out-
post duty. Ghosts and spooks, they
said, haunted the place.
But Wirkus made one visit to the
island and decided he wanted it as
a sub-district command. He scoffed
at voodoo scare tales—and still does
—and figured it would be a good
place as a one-man job. Hunting
and fishing were good, the climate
was no barrier, and Wirkus was
ambitious to make a name for him-
self as the key man in running the
subdistrict. It was his responsibility
to regulate travel and traffic, pre-
vent smuggling, exercise control
over the prison, enforce harbor and
docking regulations, sanitation re-
quirements, and see that lands were
properly allotted and taxes paid.
Natives Suspicious.
When Wirkus arrived on brooding
La Gonave, he found the natives
suspicious of all white men, which
was hardly surprising. For years
they had been exploited and cheated.
Their lot was a poor one, to say the
least. Wirkus set out to correct
these conditions, and behind his suc-
cess was a genuine affection for the
native population. As sequester, or
administrator, he not only handled
his official duties, but went out of
his way to help the people. He
showed them better ways to till their
lands, for the main industry was ag-
riculture. He repaired their antique
equipment and modernized it where
possible.
Mothers were astonished but
grateful when he came to their aid
in bringing up their offspring. They
didn't know it, but he bought a
book, "The Care and Feeding of
Children,” to help him with such
problems. He surveyed the lands
and divided, eliminating bitter dis-
putes, and he reduced taxes for
some and boosted irtor others, many
of whom had enjoyed favoritism
from corrupt local representatives
of the Haitian government.
It took a full year for Wirkus to
gain the trust and friendship of the
islanders, and particularly Queen Ti
Memenne. The ’’queen’’ was the
leading figure in a group of matri-
archal societies which dominated
affairs of business and society on
La Gonave. During his early months
there, Wirkus had made it a point to
humor the fat and friendly queen,
and she soon began to accept his
advice and help. ,
Summons From Queen.
One day Wirkus received a sum-
mons at his newly built home on the
coast. Messengers from the queen
delivered it. They were very sol-
emn. The message asked that Wir-
kus hasten inland and up into the
back mountain country to the
queen’s village of whitewashed mud
huts. The queen very urgently want-
ed to see the young American, who
was then not quite 25.
Wondering what it could be about,
Wirkus accepted and started off on
horseback. The trails up the moun-
tain were crowded with natives, all
heading for the queen's village.
When he finally reached the village
he was ushered, still somewhat mys-
Warrant Officer Faustin Wirkus as
he looks today.
teriously. Into a dwelling especially
reserved for him. It was late after-
noon and the queen’s emissaries
informed him that his presence
would not be wanted before Queen
Ti Memenne until late that night.
Already drums were slowly beating
in the village center. Still wondering
what it was all about, he calmly un-
dressed and went to sleep.
Khaki-Clad Monarch.
Later the marine sergeant,
dressed in his usual khaki and put-
tees, entered the queen’s house,
stepping into a tiny room. Squat-
ting in close array on the floor were
members of the inner court. Ti
Memenne, barefoot and dressed in
a gaily colored robe, sat at the front
in regal fashion, her black face
shadowy in the sputtering, vague
rays of candles. Queen Ti Memenne
must have been in her forties or
more, and, while a friendly woman
she had a way of commanding and
getting respect.
The marine found out why he had
been summoned before the queen.
He was to be crowned “King Faus-
tin II.”
"At first I thought it was just
way they had of telling me they
liked me, but later it developed that
Ti Memenne and her people were
in earnest about the matter. They
had discussed the thing for days,
and had agreed to name me as their
'white king.’ ”
The ceremony, weird In many
ways, lasted nearly three hours. Out-
side the drums rolled and pounded
all but drowning out the bleating of
a young goat scared to the tip of
his tail, which was brought into the
royal chamber and offered up as a
blood sacrifice.
Wirkus was seated on a small,
short-legged chair, and at the
queen’s command, an attendant
came from the next room bearing a
heavy, ornate crown.
“I now crown you ‘King Faustin
II,’ ” proclaimed Queen Ti Mem-
enne, and she placed the crown—
the same crown, so it was said,
that once had adorned the head of
King Faustin I—on Wirkus!
“Two huge blacks then picked me
up and carried me outside. As soon
as I appeared the drums beat out
the king's salute—four ruffles and
three taps. I knew that thjs was
no empty honor they were paying
me.”
‘White King of La Gonave.’
Thus was crowned "The White
King of La Gonave," a title that
was to bring Wirkus, the marine,
fame in many countries. William B.
Seabrook made him the featured ro-
mantic character of his book, "Mag-
ic Isle," and later Mr. Wirkus him-
self wrote a book which he called
“The White King of La Gonave.”
With the fame, however, also
came envy and jealousy from cer-
tain quarters. Haiti's president a
few years later, Louis Borno, hardly
relished the popularity of La Gon-
ave's subdistrict commander, or the
thought that a “king,” official or un-
official, was in charge of one of his
provinces. So eventually Wirkus
was transferred to another West In-
dies station.
Before that happened, though, the
adventure - loving leatherneck
proved himself a good and kindly
administrator. The natives greeted
him with “Bon soir, Roi," or “Good
evening, King," and he was forever
amused at the intense interest the
natives took in his everyday affairs.
Often they stood around his home,
just to watch him dress.
As “King,” of course, he had no
more authority than he had before.
In the eyes of his marine associates
in the Gendarmerie, he was still
merely subdistrict commander. He
received no pay for his kingly title,
and his stay on the island was as
routine as before. To him, it was
just a high compliment.
In 1925 Wirkus was transferred to
another station in the West Indies.
It was a sad occasion when “The
White King of La Gonave” bade his
people goodby. The natives lined
the shores and cheered as Queen Ti
Memenne gravely prophesied:
“Some day you will come back
and rule the island of La Gonave.”
The Magle Lanterns: Tallulah
Bankhead, whose cinema career
was wrecked a decade ago with
cheesy stories, didn't make that
blunder again. She comes back in
"Lifeboat," fashioned by John Stein-
beck and directed by the mighty
Hitchcock. It’s a highly seaworthy
vehicle. Its story deals with the ad-
ventures of nine in a boat through
the courtesy of a Nazi sub. A Nazi
gets aboard the boat, and from then
on, in Steinbeck's devastating dia-
logue, you get a swell look at a rat.
Tallulah gives her role plenty of
vigor, and there are good Jobs by
Wm. Bendix, Gwen Anderson and
Henry Hull . . . "Sherlock Holmes
and the Spider Woman” puts Basil
Rathbone to work at his silky gum-
shoeing. He prowls around to dis-
cover that ail those suicides aren't
what they’re cracked up to be . . .
“Of Thee I Sing" is to be filmed,
probably hopeful of getting a free
ride on the Presidential campaign.
THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
5omft people just live. sucK
* stiff narrow life.
And crosser end
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struct tracks
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I Remember It! Bob Dunn won-
ders If we ever heard about the late
Jim Thornton, the vaudeville star,
when he was teamed with Gentle-
man Jim Corbett. Mr. Thornton
was an elbow-bender, and whenever
he went on a spree, the act was
cancelled. It happened at the Pal-
ace Theatre.
Corbett went looking for his part-
ner and located him in a saloon
with a terrible looking bum. Cor-
bett bawled him out and refused to
give him money tor one more drink.
To which Thornton, in regal tones,
said to the bum: "Mr. Russell,
this is Mr. Corbett. Throw a louse
on him!”
Two Qualities
There are only two qualities in
this world—efficiency and inef-
ficiency; and only two sorts of
people—the efficient and the in-
efficient.—G. B. Shaw.
FALSE TEETH
HELD FIRMLY BY
Comfort Cushion
Mail This (o Someone: We saw it
In Coronet. It should be handed to
people who cash in their War Bonds.
A man scheduled for Induction the
next day decided, before going to
sleep, to cash in his Bond the next
a. m.
That night he dreamt he was in a
fox-hole fighting Japs. One Jap
charged at him with a bayonet.
Sighting his own rifle, our hero was
about to save himself by pulling the
trigger, when his sergeant tapped
him on the shoulder and said, "Sor-
ry, but the man who paid for your
rifle wants it back.”
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The Morning Mall: “Dear Wal-
ter,” writes Maurice Rocco, "It
must be an oldie, but it still gets
the biggest laugh wherever gamblers
gather. About the wife who (going
through her groom’s pockets) found
a slip of paper on which was memo’d
‘Ruth.’ She asked him: ‘What's this
mean?’
‘ ’Oh,' he oh'd, ‘that’s a horse I
played today.’ Then the phone rang.
She picked up the receiver.
‘ ‘Darling,’ said the Mrs., 'your
horse wants to talk to you.’ ”
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Behind the Scenes: Grena Ben-
nett, a New York opera critic,
spends spare hours at the movies.
In one film revival she saw an actor
listed as "Alexander Broun.” Grena
wracked her memory to place a
familiar mannerism of the unknown
player. Then a closeup showed the
trouper had oddly scarred thumbs.
It was Richard Bennett, in a
meager role, who disguised himself
in two critics’ names, Woollcott and
Broun. Miss Bennett, you see, was
Richard Bennett’s first wife. She
remembered a boyhood accident
that nearly cost him his hands.
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The morning after movie director
Edmund Goulding first visited Hol-
lywood (many years ago), he was
awakened by his host’s valet, who
stood by the bed offering him a
small golden bowl filled with a
clear liquid. Only half awake,
Goulding stared at the bowl. Was
a finger bowl? Surely not at this
hour. Was it something to drink?
He finally decided to ask the valet.
What the devil is this, anyhow?”
"The temperature of your bath,”
intoned the lackey. "Will you
kindly let me know if it is satisfac-
tory, sir?”
City of Saints
So many streets in Montreal art
named after saints that it is some-
times called the “city of saints.”
MEXSANA
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Lightning Repeats
Lightning often strikes more
than once in the same place, io
spite of the old saying.
How a Handful of Devildogs, Armed With One Machine Gun,
Slew 125 Japanese in a Three -Hour Battle on Guadalcanal
’Warnings were issued that eve-
ning that one of our patrols wquld
be coming through the woods after
making a reconnaissance in front of
the lines. Late in the evening some
50 men approached us.
‘We thought it was our own pa-
trol,” said Pfc. Jack Sugarman, ‘‘but
we weren’t taking any chances. We
hollered halt, fired a shot over their
heads and no one answered. Then
the attack began.”
Japanese troops rushed the barbed
wire defenses and attempted to scale
them with a bridge made of poles
and cloth. For each man that fell
it seemed there were two more to
take his place. The Japs threw ev-
erything at the machine gun posi-
tions, including grenades, dynamite,
and flame throwers.
“Five times, wben the Japs were
attacking,” said Sugarman, “our
gun jammed and we had to work
pretty fast to clear It. Then their
mortars found the range. Seven
times we had to move our gun posi-
tion.”
The battle lasted three hours, ac-
cording to Sugarman. He estimated
that the machine gun pumped out
4,000 rounds, and 125 dead Japs lay
in front of their sector.
Big City Vignette: Two 12-year-
old boys were enthused about the
newsreel—chewing their taffy and
otherwise being kids—at a movie
theater last week . . . Then on
came Greer Carson’s short—appeal-
ing for Infantile Paralysis contribu-
tions . . . The house lights went
up, and the ladies with the coin boxes
passed them . . . Probably thinking
children had no money, a box-passer
skipped the two boys . . . One got
up and chased her several rows back
before he could catch her. “Here
lady,” he kept calling, "lady, here!"
. . . Limping on his braced leg to
give his little bit—so that some other
youngster—not so fortunate as he—
could go to a movie and giggle and
munch candy and also give.
Thumbnail Picture:
Paige read it long ago.
diplomat from Europe,
witnessing Congress in
Raymond
About the
who after
action the
first time, observed: "Congress is
strange. A man gets up to speak
and says nothing. Nobody listens
and then all disagree.”
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