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Cavaliers welcome more explosive Madison team for bi-district rematch
Friday night begins what, more often than not in the last decade for Lake Travis, has been a six-game run at a state title.
The 8-2 Cavaliers host 4-6 San Antonio Madison in a bi-district playoff, just as they did last season, kickstarting a run that led to the school's sixth state title. But neither the Cavaliers nor the Mavericks much resemble the teams that met in 2016, a game Lake Travis won 56-7.
With a new coaching staff, Madison brings a new-look offense up from San Antonio, moving into the 21st century with a power spread that Lake Travis coach Hank Carter said resembles the type of offense that Vandegrift and Converse Judson used against his team. The Mavericks score nearly 39 points per game.
"The biggest difference is the offense," Carter said. "It's a spread with really good skill players. They score a lot of points, especially recently."
Unlike Vandegrift quarterback Justin Moore, who chose mostly to pass when given a run-pass option, Madison quarterback Dante Heaggans prefers to use his legs. He's rushed for 1,321 yards and 22 touchdowns on the season. While he prefers to run, he has been effective as a passer as well, completing 61 percent of his passes for 1,672 yards and another 17 touchdowns.
Jalen Battles, a 6-foot-3 senior, gives Heaggans a tall target on the perimeter. Battles caught 37 passes for 784 yards and eight touchdowns. Treveon Tippins gives Madison a versatile threat out of the backfield.
"He can throw it but man, he will take off," Carter said. "They are a little more dynamic and have a lot more speed than what we've seen lately. That creates space and they get their kids the ball in space and are having success doing that."
The Cavaliers will need to be disciplined with their pass rush, keeping Heaggans from breaking containment and gobbling up yardage.
"We need to contain the quarterback," said defensive tackle Kade Langston, one of the Cavaliers' primary pass rushers. "He's a fast guy."
While the Mavericks haven't had much trouble scoring points since falling to Steele 36-3 in the season opener, defense has been an issue. The Mavericks give up an average of 36 points per game and surrendered at least 30 in a game six times. A 21-14 loss at Westlake aside, Lake Travis has scored at least 34 in every game and has scored no less than 40 over a current four-game winning streak.
"We need to focus, play smart and continue to play the way we're playing right now," said quarterback Matthew Baldwin. "We came out fast against Vandegrift. We need to play like that the whole game Friday and not get comfortable with a lead – I think we got a little comfortable when we got up 21-0 last week. We can't afford to do that this week."
Lake Travis' offense faces an early question Friday. Baldwin, fresh off receiving scholarship offers from Ohio State and Minnesota, sprained his left ankle late in last week's win over Vandegrift and has spent nearly every non-class waking moment receiving treatment. He said Tuesday he expects to play Friday. Carter said the staff would evaluate Baldwin's mobility if he was able to practice Wednesday.
"It stinks that it happened, but that's part of the game," he said. "I've been able to do a little bit more each day. I ran a little [Tuesday]. I should be good to play Friday."
The senior quarterback is eager to make his first post-season start and push his season as far as he can. In typical Lake Travis quarterback fashion, Baldwin passed for nearly 3,000 yards in the regular season with 34 touchdowns. He threw early touchdown strikes to Garrett Wilson and Kyle Wakefield against Vandegrift and said the key to success against Madison is following the same formula.
"I think we can beat anyone if we play like we know we're capable," Baldwin said. "We have to come out fast and just keep moving."
Madison's defense will be keyed on Wilson, who finished the regular season with 1,181 yards and 16 touchdowns on 64 catches. But he's far from the Cavaliers' only weapon in the passing game. Wakefield has been a reliable target whether he's lined up at tight end or running back, and Hudson Card burst on the scene with 40 catches for 831 yards and 11 scores. Senior Alec Fuentes shook off a slow start and has averaged four catches per game over the last month while improving his blocking, much to Carter's delight.
"Alec and Garrett have improved their blocking every week," Carter said. "While that sounds like something that isn't a big deal, on some of those quick passes and edge throws, it's absolutely the difference between making three or four yards or making 10 or 11."
If Baldwin is limited or even unable to play, Card will take over at quarterback. He's yet to showcase his passing skills – he's completed 80 percent of his passes in mop-up duty – but has proven tough to tackle with the ball in his hands and has been impressive enough that he already holds an offer from SMU.
"It changes the mindset," Carter said. "We don't have another Matthew Baldwin sitting around. But Hudson is very capable. He can do some things, too."
Coaches will evaluate Baldwin's recovery – he's spent nearly all of his free time receiving treatment to rehab his ankle since Saturday – and likely decide just prior to the game if the senior will play.


NEAR AMIENS, Aug. 30.—Looking back on all I have seen during the last few days, I find it difficult to piece together the various incidents and impressions and to make one picture. It all seems to me now like a jigsaw puzzle of suffering and fear and courage and death a litter of odd, disconnected scraps of human agony and of some big, grim scheme which, if one could only get the clue, would give a meaning, I suppose, to all these tears of women and children, to all these hurried movements of soldiers and people, to the death carts trailing back from unknown places, and to the great dark fear that has enveloped all the tract of country in Northwest France through which I have been traveling, driven like one of its victims from place to place. Out of all this welter of individual suffering and from all the fog of mystery which has enshrouded them until now, when the truth may be told, certain big facts with a clear and simple issue will emerge and give one courage.
The French Army and our English troops are now holding good positions in a much stronger and closer line and stemming the tide of the German hordes rolling up to Paris. Gen. Pau, the hero of this war, after his swift return from the eastern front, where he repaired the deadly check at Mülhausen, has dealt a smashing blow at a German Army corps which was striking to the heart of France.
Paris is still safe for the time being, with a great army of allied forces, French, English, and Belgians, drawn across the country as a barrier which surely will not be broken by the enemy. Nothing that has happened gives cause for that despair which has taken hold of people whose fears have exaggerated the facts, frightful enough when taken separately, but not giving any proof that resistance is impossible against the amazing onslaught of the German legions.
I have been into the war zone and seen during the last five days men who are now holding the lines of defense. I have been among their dead and wounded, and have talked with soldiers marching fresh to the front. I have seen the horrid mess which is cleared up after the battle and the grim picture of retreat, but nothing that I have seen or heard from either British or French leads me to believe that our army has been smashed or the Allies demoralized.
It is impossible to estimate our own losses. Our wounded are being brought back into Havre and Rouen, and undoubtedly there are large numbers of them. But, putting them at the highest, it is clear to me, from all information gained during the last five days, that there has been no overwhelming disaster, and that in the terrible actions fought on the four days from the 23d to the 27th, and afterward in the further retirement from the line of Cambrai and Le Cateau, swinging southward and eastward upon St. Quentin, our main forces, which were pressed by enormous numbers of the enemy, succeeded in withdrawing in good order, without having their lines broken, while inflicting a terrific punishment upon the German right.
As I shall show in this narrative, retreats which seem fatal when seen close at hand and when described by those who belong to broken fragments of extended sections, are not altogether disastrous in their effect when viewed in their right perspective, away from the immediate misery which is their inevitable accompaniment.
German audacity of attack against the heroic courage of the French and British forces, who fight every mile of ground during their retirement, is leading the enemy into a position from which there will be no retreat if their lines are broken. Unfortunately, there are hundreds of thousands of people who know nothing of the great issues and who are possessed by the great, blind fear which has driven them from their towns, villages, and homes.
When the Germans swept around Lille they found, to their amazement, that this town, surrounded by forts, had been abandoned, and they had only to walk inside. This easy access to a town which should have been defended to the last gasp opened the way to the west of France.
The left wing of the French, which was to the west of Mons, was supported by the English troops, all too weak to sustain the pressure of the tremendous odds which began to surge against them; and, realizing this perilous state of affairs, the brain at the centre of things, the controlling brain of Gen. Joffre and his Headquarters Staff, decreed that the northwest corner of France was untenable and that the main army of defense should withdraw into a stronger and closer formation.
It was then that the great panic began, increasing in speed and terror during the end of last week. I was in the midst of it and saw unforgettable scenes of the enormous tragedy. It was a flight of hundreds and thousands of families from St. Omer and Roubaix, Bethune, Douai, Valenciennes, and Arras, who were driven away from their northern homes by the menace of approaching Uhlans. They are still being hunted by fear from place to place, where they can find no shelter and no permanent safety. The railways have been choked with them, and in these long fugitive trains which pass through stations there is no food or drink. The poor runaways, weary, filthy, and exhausted, spend long days and nights shunted onto side lines, while troop trains pass and pass, and are held up in towns where they can find no means of existence because the last civilian train has left.
When the troops marched away from Boulogne and left it silent and unguarded I saw the inhabitants, utterly dismayed, standing despondently staring at placards posted up by order of the Governor, which announced the evacuation of the town and called upon them to be ready for all sacrifices in the service of their country. The customs officers left, the civil police disarmed, while a flag with nine black spots was made ready to be hoisted on the fort directly any Uhlans were sighted.
The people of Boulogne could not understand, no Frenchman of the north can understand, why their ports and towns are silent after the tramp of so many regiments who have left a great tract of country open and undefended. In that corner of France the people listen intently for the first clatter of hoofs and for the first cry "Les Uhlans." Rumors came that the enemy has been seen in neighboring towns and villages. Can one wonder that mothers and fathers rush from their houses and wander forth in a blind, unreasoning way to swell the panic tide of fugitives, homeless and without food, dropping here and there on the wayside in utter weariness?
I was lucky in getting out of Boulogne on the last train bound for Paris, though not guaranteed to reach the capital. As a matter of fact, I was even more lucky because it did not arrive at its destination and enabled me to alight in the war zone and proceed to more interesting places.
I will tell at once the story of the French retirement when the Germans advanced from Namur down the valley of the Meuse, winning the way at a cost of human life as great as that of defeat, yet winning their way. For France the story of that retirement is as glorious as anything in her history. It was nearly a fortnight ago that the Germans concentrated their heaviest forces upon Namur and began to press southward and over the Meuse Valley. After the battle of Dinant the French Army, among whom were the Second and Seventh Corps, was heavily outnumbered and had to fall back gradually, in order to gain time for reinforcements to come up.
French artillery was up on the wooded heights above the river and swept the German regiments with a storm of fire as they advanced. On the right bank the French infantry was intrenched, supported by field guns and mitrailleuses, and did deadly work before leaping from trenches which they occupied and taking up a position in new trenches further back, which they held with great tenacity.
In justice to the Germans it must be said they were heroic in courage and reckless of their lives, and the valley of the Meuse was choked with their corpses. The river itself was strewn with the dead bodies of men and horses and literally ran red with blood.
The most tremendous fighting took place for the possession of the bridges, but the French engineers blew them up one after another as they retired southward.
No less than thirty-three bridges were destroyed in this way before they could be seized by the German advance guard. The fighting was extended for a considerable distance on either side of the Meuse and many engagements took place between French and German cavalry and regiments working away from the main armies.
There was, for instance, a memorable encounter at Marville which is one of the most heroic episodes of the war. Five thousand French soldiers of all arms, with quick-firers, engaged 20,000 German infantry. In spite of being outnumbered, the French beat back the enemy from point to point in a fight lasting for twelve hours, inflicting tremendous punishment and suffering very few losses.
The German officer captured expressed his unbounded admiration for the valor of the French troops, which he described as superb. It was only for fear of getting too far out of touch with the main forces that the gallant 5,000 desisted from their irresistible attack and retired with a large number of German helmets as trophies of the victorious action.
Nevertheless, in accordance with the general plan which had been decided on by the Generals, in view of the superior numbers temporarily pressing upon them, the Germans succeeded in forcing their way steadily down the Meuse as far as Mezières, divided by a bridge from Charleville, on the other side of the river. This is in the neighborhood of Sedan and in the "trou," as it is called, which led to the great disaster of 1870, when the French were caught in a trap and threatened with annihilation by the Germans, who had taken possession of the surrounding heights.
There was to be no repetition of that tragedy. The French were determined that this time the position should be reversed.
On Monday the town of Charleville was evacuated, most of its civilians being sent away to join the wanderers who have had to leave their homes, and the French troops took up a magnificent position, commanding the town and the three bridges dividing them from Mezières. Mitrailleuses were hidden in the abandoned houses, and as a disagreeable shock to any German who might escape their fire was a number of the enemy's guns, no fewer than ninety-five of them, which had been captured and disabled by French troops in a series of battles down the river from Namur.
The German outposts reached Charleville on Tuesday. They were allowed to ride quietly across the bridges into an apparently deserted town. Then suddenly their line of retreat was cut off, the three bridges were blown up by a contact mine, and the mitrailleuses hidden in the houses were played on the German cavalry across the streets, killing them in a frightful slaughter.
It was for a little while sheer massacre, but the Germans fought with extraordinary tenacity, regardless of the heaped bodies of comrades and utterly reckless of their own lives. They, too, had brought quick-firers across the bridges, and, taking cover behind houses, trained their guns upon the houses from which the French gunners were firing. There was no way of escape for those heroic men, who voluntarily sacrificed themselves, and it is probable every man died, because at such a time the Germans were not in the habit of giving quarter.
When the main German advance came down the valley, the French artillery on the heights raked them with a terrific fire, in which they suffered heavy losses, the forefront of the column being mowed down. But under this storm they proceeded with incredible coolness to their pontoon bridges across the river, and although hundreds of men died on the banks, they succeeded in their endeavor, while their guns searched the hills with shells and forced French gunners to retire from their positions.
The occupation of Charleville was a German victory, but was also a German graveyard. After this historic episode in what has been an unending battle the main body of French withdrew before the Germans, who were now pouring down the valley, and retired to new ground.
It was a retirement which has had one advantage in spite of its acknowledgment of the enemy's amazing pertinacity. It has enabled the allied armies to draw closer together, its firm front sweeping around in a crescent from Abbeville, around south of Amiens, and thence in an irregular line to the eastern frontier.
On the map it is at first sight a rather unhappy thing to see that practically the whole of France north of Amiens lies open to German descent from Belgium. To break up the German Army piecemeal and lure it to its own destruction it was almost necessary to manoeuvre it into precisely the position which it now occupies. The success of Gen. Pau shows that the allied army is taking the offensive again, and that as a great fighting machine it is still powerful and menacing.
I must again emphasize the difficulty of grasping the significance of a great campaign by isolated incidents, and the danger of drawing important deductions from the misfortunes in one part of the field. I do so because I have been tempted again and again during the past few days to fall into similar mistakes. Perhaps in my case it was pardonable.
It is impossible for the armchair reader to realize the psychological effect of being mixed up in the panic of a great people and the retreat from a battlefield.
The last real fighting was taking place at a village called Bapaume all day Friday. It was very heavy fighting here on the left centre of the great army commanded by Gen. Pau, and leading to a victory which has just been announced officially in France.
A few minutes before midnight Friday, when they came back along the road to Amiens, crawling back slowly in a long, dismal trail, the ambulance wagons laden with the dead and dying, hay carts piled high with saddles and accoutrements, upon which lay, immobile like men already dead, the spent and exhausted soldiers, they passed through the crowds of silent people of Amiens, who only whispered as they stared at the procession. In the darkness a cuirassier, with head bent upon his chest, stumbled forward, leading his horse, too weak and tired to bear him.
Many other men were leading poor beasts this way, and infantry soldiers, some with bandaged heads, clung to the backs of carts and wagons, and seemed asleep as they shuffled by.
The light from roadside lamps gleamed upon blanched faces and glazed eyes, flashed into caverns of canvas-covered carts, where twisted men lay huddled on straw. Not a groan came from the carts, but every one knew it was a retreat.
The carts carrying the quick and the dead rumbled by in a long convoy, the drooping heads of the soldiers turned neither right nor left for any greeting with friends.
There was a hugger-mugger of uniforms, of provision carts, and with ambulances it was a part of the wreckage and wastage of war; and to the onlookers, with the exaggeration, unconsciously, of the importance of the things close at hand and visible, it seemed terrible in its significance and an ominous reminder of 1870.
Really this was an inevitable part of a serious battle, not necessarily a retreat from a great disaster. But more pitiful even than this drift back were scenes which followed. As I turned back into the town I saw thousands of boys who had been called to the colors and had been brought up from the country to be sent forward to second lines of defense.
They were the reservists of the 1914 class, and many of them were shouting and singing, though here and there a white-faced boy tried to hide his tears as women from the crowd ran forward to embrace him. These lads were keeping up their valor by noisy demonstrations; but, having seen the death carts pass, I could not bear to look into the faces of those little ones who are following their fathers to the guns.
Early next morning there was a thrill of anxiety in Amiens. Reports had come through that the railway line had been cut between Boulogne and Abbeville. There had been mysterious movements of regiments from the town barracks. They had moved out of Amiens, and there was a strange quietude in the streets. Hardly a man in uniform was to be seen in the places which had been filled with soldiers the day before.
Only a few people realized the actual significance of this. How could they know that it was a part of the great plan to secure the safety of France? How could they realize that the town itself would be saved from possible bombardment by this withdrawal of the troops to positions which would draw the Germans into the open?
The fighting on the Cambrai-Cateau line seems to have been more desperate even that the terrible actions at Mons and Charleroi. It was when the British troops had to swing around to a more southerly line to guard the roads to Paris that the enemy attacked in prodigious numbers, and their immense superiority in machine guns did terrible work among officers and men.
But on all sides, from the French officers, there is immense praise for the magnificent conduct of our troops, and in spite of all alarmist statements I am convinced from what I have heard that they have retired intact, keeping their lines together, and preventing their divisions from being broken and cut off.
The list of casualties must be very great, but if I can believe the evidence of my own eyes in such towns as Rouen, where the Red Cross hospitals are concentrated, they are not heavy enough to suggest anything like a great and irretrievable disaster.
DIEPPE, Sept. 3.—Let me describe briefly the facts which I have learned of in the last five days. When I escaped from Amiens, before the tunnel was broken up, and the Germans entered into possession of the town on Aug. 28, the front of the allied armies was in a crescent from Abbeville, south of Amiens on the wooded heights, and thence in an irregular line to south of Mezières. The British forces, under Sir John French, were at the left of the centre, supporting the heavy thrust-forward of the main German advance, while the right was commanded by Gen. Pau.
On Sunday afternoon fighting was resumed along the whole line. The German vanguard had by this time been supported by a fresh army corps, which had been brought from Belgium. At least 1,000,000 men were on the move, pressing upon the allied forces with a ferocity of attack which has never before been equaled. Their cavalry swept across a great tract of country, squadron by squadron, like the mounted hordes of Attila, but armed with the dreadful weapons of modern warfare. Their artillery was in enormous numbers, and their columns advanced under cover of it, not like an army, but rather like a moving nation—I do not think, however, with equal pressure at all parts of the line. It formed itself into a battering ram with a pointed end, and this point was thrust at the heart of the English wing.
It was impossible to resist this onslaught. If the British forces had stood against it they would have been crushed and broken. Our gunners were magnificent, and shelled the advancing German columns so that the dead lay heaped up along the way which was leading down to Paris; but as one of them told me: "It made no manner of difference; as soon as we had smashed one lot another followed, column after column, and by sheer weight of numbers we could do nothing to check them."
After this the British forces fell back, fighting all the time. The line of the Allies was now in the shape of a V, the Germans thrusting their main attack deep into the angle.
This position remained the same until Monday, or, rather, had completed itself by that date, the retirement of the troops being maintained with masterly skill and without any undue haste. Meanwhile Gen. Pau was sustaining a terrific attack on the French centre by the German left centre, which culminated on [date omitted]. The River Oise, which runs between beautiful meadows, was choked with corpses and red with blood.
From an eyewitness of this great battle, an officer of an infantry regiment, who escaped with a slight wound, I learned that the German onslaught had been repelled by a series of brilliant bayonet and cavalry charges.
"The Germans," he said, "had the élite of their army engaged against us, including the Tenth Army Corps and the Imperial Guard, but the heroism of our troops was sublime. Every man knew that the safety of France depended upon him and was ready to sacrifice his life, if need be, with joyful enthusiasm. They not only resisted the enemy's attack but took the offensive, and, in spite of their overpowering numbers, gave them tremendous punishment. They had to recoil before our guns, which swept their ranks, and their columns were broken and routed.
"Hundreds of them were bayoneted, and hundreds were hurled into the river. The whole field of battle was outlined by dead and dying men whom they had to abandon. Certainly their losses were enormous, and I felt that the German retreat was in full swing and that we could claim a real victory for the time being."
Nevertheless the inevitable happened, owing to the vast reserves of the enemy, who brought up four divisions, and Gen. Pau was compelled to give ground. On Tuesday German skirmishers with light artillery were coming southward, and the sound of their field guns greeted my ears in that town which I shall always remember with unpleasant recollections in spite of its Old World beauty and the loveliness of the scene in which it is set. It seemed to me that this was the right place to be in order to get into touch with the French Army on the way to the capital. As a matter of fact, it was the wrong place from all points of view; it was nothing less than a death-trap, and it was by a thousand-to-one chance that I succeeded in escaping quite a nasty kind of fate. I might have suspected that something was wrong with the place by the strange look on the face of a friendly French peasant, whom I met. He had described to me in a very vivid way the disposition of the French troops on the neighboring hills. Down the road came suddenly parties of peasants with fear in their eyes. Some of them were in farm carts and put their horses to a stumbling gallop. Women with blanched faces, carrying children in their arms, trudged along the dusty highway, and it was clear that these people were afraid of something behind them. There were not many of them, and when they had passed the countryside was strangely and uncannily quiet. There was only the sound of singing birds above fields which were flooded with the golden light of the setting sun.
Then I came into the town. An intense silence brooded there among the narrow little streets below the old Norman church a white jewel on the rising ground beyond. Almost every house was shuttered with blind eyes; but here and there I looked through an open window into deserted rooms. No human face returned my gaze. It was an abandoned town, emptied of all its people, who had fled with fear in their eyes, like those peasants along the roadway.
But presently I saw a human form; it was the figure of a French dragoon with his carbine slung behind his back. He was stopping by the side of a number of gunpowder bags. A little further away were little groups of soldiers at work by two bridges, one over a stream and one over a road. They were working very calmly, and I could see what they were doing; they were mining bridges to blow them up at a given signal.
As I went further I saw that the streets were strewn with broken bottles and littered with wire entanglements, very artfully and carefully made.
It was a queer experience. It was obvious that there was very grim business being done, and that the soldiers were waiting for something to happen. At the railway station I quickly learned the truth; the Germans were only a few miles away, in great force. At any moment they might come down, smashing everything in their way and killing every human being along that road.
The station master, a brave old type, and one or two porters had determined to stay on to the last. "We are here," he said, as though the Germans would have to reckon with him; but he was emphatic in his request for me to leave at once if another train could be got away, which was very uncertain. As a matter of fact, after a bad quarter of an hour I was put on the last train to escape from this threatened town, and left it with the sound of German guns in my ears, followed by a dull explosion when the bridge behind me was blown up.
My train, in which there were only four other men, skirted the German army, and by a twist in the line almost ran into the enemy's country, but we rushed through the night, and the engine driver laughed and put his oily hand up to salute when I stepped out to the platform of an unknown station. "The Germans won't get us, after all," he said. It was a little risky, all the same.
The station was crowded with French soldiers, and they were soon telling me their experience of the hard fighting in which they had been engaged. They were dirty, unshaven, dusty from head to foot, scorched by the August sun, in tattered uniforms and broken boots; but they were beautiful men for all their dirt, and the laughing courage, quiet confidence, and unbragging simplicity with which they assured me that the Germans would soon be caught in a death-trap and sent to their destruction filled me with admiration which I cannot express in words. All the odds were against them; they had fought the hardest of all actions—the retirement from the fighting line—but they had absolute faith in the ultimate success of their allied arms.
I managed to get to Paris. It was in the middle of the night, but extraordinary scenes were taking place. It had become known during the day that Paris was no longer the seat of the Government, which has moved to Bordeaux. The Parisians had had notice of four days in which to destroy their houses within the zone of fortifications, and, to add to the cold fear occasioned by this news, aeroplanes had dropped bombs upon the Gare de l'Est that afternoon.
There was a rush last night to get away from the capital, and the railway stations were great camps of fugitives, in which the richest and poorest citizens were mingled with their women and children. But the tragedy deepened when it was heard that most of the lines to the east had been cut, and that the only line remaining open to Dieppe would probably be destroyed during the next few hours. A great wail of grief arose from the crowds, and the misery of these people was pitiful.
Among them were groups of soldiers of many regiments. Many of them were wounded and lay on stretchers on the floor among crying babies and weary-eyed women. They had been beaten and were done for until the end of the war. But, alone among the panic-stricken crowd—panic-stricken, yet not noisy or hysterical, but very quiet and restrained for the most part—the soldiers were cheerful, and even gay.
Among them were some British troops, and I had a talk with them. They had been fighting for ten days without cessation, and their story is typical of the way in which all our troops held themselves.
"We had been fighting night and day," said a Sergeant. "For the whole of that time the only rest from fighting was when we were marching and retiring." He spoke of the German Army as an avalanche of armed men. "You can't mow that down," he said. "We kill them and kill them, and still they come on. They seem to have an inexhaustible supply of fresh troops. Directly we check them in one attack a fresh attack is developed. It is impossible to oppose such a mass of men with any success."
This splendid fellow, who was severely wounded, was still so much master of himself, so supreme in his common sense, that he was able to get the right perspective about the general situation.
"It is not right to say we have met with disaster," he said. "We have to expect that nowadays. Besides, what if a battalion was cut up? That did not mean defeat. While one regiment suffered, another got off lightly;" and by the words of that Sergeant the public may learn to see the truth of what has happened. I can add my own evidence to his. All along the lines I have spoken to officers and men, and the actual truth is that the British Army is still, unbroken, having retired in perfect order to good positions the most marvelous feat ever accomplished in modern warfare.
From Paris I went by the last train again which has got through to Dieppe. Lately I seem to have become an expert in catching the last train. It was only a branch line which struggles in an erratic way through the west of France, and the going was long and painful, because at every wayside station the carriages were besieged by people trying to escape. They were very patient and very brave. Even when they found that it was impossible to get one more human being on or one more package into the already crowded train they turned away in quiet grief, and when women wept over their babies it was silently and without abandonment to despair. The women of France are brave, God knows. I have seen their courage during the past ten days gallantry surpassing that of the men, because of their own children in their arms without shelter, food, or safety in this terrible flight from the advancing enemy.
Enormous herds of cattle were being driven into Paris. For miles the roads were thronged with them; and down other roads away from Paris families were trekking to far fields with their household goods piled into bullock carts, pony carts, and wheelbarrows.
Two batteries of artillery were stationed by the line, and a regiment of infantry was hiding in the hollows of the grassy slopes. Their outposts were scanning the horizon, and it was obvious that the Germans were expected at this point in order to cut the last way of escape from the capital.
One of the enemy's aeroplanes flew above our heads, circled around, and then disappeared. It dropped no bombs and was satisfied with its reconnoissance. The whistle of the train shrieked out, and there was a cheer from the French gunners as we went on our way to safety, leaving them behind at the post of peril.
ST. PIERRE DU VAUVRAY, Sept. 6.—England received a hint yesterday as to a change in the German campaign, but only those who have been, as I have, into the very heart of this monstrous horror of war, seeing the flight of hundreds of thousands of people before an overwhelming enemy and following the lines of the allied armies in their steady retirement before an apparently irresistible advance, may realize even dimly the meaning of the amazing transformation that has happened during the last few days.
For when I wrote my last dispatch from Arques-la-Bataille, after my adventures along the French and English lines, it seemed as inevitable as the rising of next day's sun that the Germans should enter Paris on the very day when I wrote my dispatch. Still not a single shot has come crashing upon the French fortifications.
At least a million men that is no exaggeration of a light pen, but the sober and actual truth were advancing steadily upon the capital last Tuesday. They were close to Beauvais when I escaped from what was then a death-trap. They were fighting our British troops at Creil when I came to that town. Upon the following days they were holding our men in the Forest of Compiègne. They had been as near to Paris as Senlis, almost within gunshot of the outer forts.
"Nothing seems to stop them," said many soldiers with whom I spoke. "We kill them and kill them, but they come on."
The situation seemed to me almost ready for the supreme tragedy the capture or destruction of Paris. The northwest of France lay very open to the enemy, abandoned as far south as Abbéville and Amiens, too lightly held by a mixed army corps of French and Algerian troops with their headquarters at Aumale.
Here was an easy way to Paris.
Always obsessed with the idea that the Germans must come from the east, the almost fatal error of this war, the French had girdled Paris with almost impenetrable forts on the east side, from those of Ecouen and Montmorency, by the far-flung forts of Chelles and Champigny, to those of Susy and Villeneuve, on the outer lines of the triple cordon; but on the west side, between Pontoise and Versailles, the defenses of Paris were weak. I say "were" because during the last three days thousands of men have been digging trenches and throwing up ramparts. Only the snakelike Seine, twining into Pegoud loop, forms a natural defense to the western approach to the city, none too secure against men who have crossed many rivers in their desperate assaults.
This, then, was the Germans' chance; it was for this that they had fought their way westward and southward through incessant battlefields from Mons and Charleroi to St. Quentin and Amiens and down to Creil and Compiègne, flinging away human life as though it were but rubbish for deathpits.
The prize of Paris, Paris the great and beautiful, seemed to be within their grasp. It was their intention to smash their way into it by this western entry and then to skin it alive. Holding this city at ransom, it was their idea to force France to her knees under threat of making a vast and desolate ruin of all those palaces and churches and noble buildings in which the soul of French history is enshrined.
They might have done it but for one thing which has upset all the cold-blooded calculations of their staff, that thing which perhaps I may be pardoned for calling the miracle. They might have done it, I think, last Wednesday and Thursday, even perhaps as late as last Friday.
I am not saying these things from rumor and hearsay, I am writing from the evidence of my own eyes after traveling several hundreds of miles in France during the last four days along the main strategical lines, grim sentinels guarding the last barriers to that approaching death which is sweeping on its way through France to the rich harvest of Paris, which it was eager to destroy.
There was only one thing to do to escape from the menace of this death. By all the ways open, by any way, the population of Paris emptied itself like rushing rivers of humanity along all the lines which promised anything like safety.
Only those stayed behind to whom life means very little away from Paris and who if death came desired to die in the city of their life.
Again I write from what I saw and to tell the honest truth from what I suffered, for the fatigue of this hunting for facts behind the screen of war is exhausting to all but one's moral strength, and even to that.
I found myself in the midst of a new and extraordinary activity of the French and English Armies. Regiments were being rushed up to the centre of the allied forces toward Creil, Montdidier, and Noyon. That was before last Tuesday, when the English troops were fighting hard at Creil.
This great movement continued for several days, putting to a severe test the French railway system, which is so wonderfully organized that it achieved this mighty transportation of troops with clockwork regularity. Working to a time table dictated by some great brain which in Headquarters Staff of the French Army, calculated with perfect precision the conditions of a network of lines on which troop trains might be run to a given point. It was an immense victory of organization, and a movement which heartened one observer at least to believe that the German deathblow would again be averted.
I saw regiment after regiment entraining. Men from the Southern Provinces, speaking the patois of the South; men from the Eastern Departments whom I had seen a month before, at the beginning of the war, at Chalons and Epernay and Nancy, and men from the southwest and centre of France, in garrisons along the Loire. They were all in splendid spirits and utterly undaunted by the rapidity of the German advance.
"It is nothing, my little one," said a dirty, unshaved gentleman with the laughing eyes of a D'Artagnan; "we shall bite their heads off. These brutal boches are going to put themselves in a guetapens, a veritable deathtrap. We shall have them at last."
Many of them had fought at Longwy and along the heights of the Vosges. The youngest of them had bristling beards, their blue coats with turned-back flaps were war worn and flanked with the dust of long marches; their red trousers were sloppy and stained, but they had not forgotten how to laugh, and the gallantry of their spirits was a joy to see.
They are very proud, these French soldiers, of fighting side by side with their old foes. The English now, after long centuries of strife, from Edward, the Black Prince, to Wellington, are their brothers-in-arms upon the battlefields, and because I am English they offered me their cigarettes and made me one of them. But I realized even then that the individual is of no account in this inhuman business of war.
It is only masses of men that matter, moved by common obedience at the dictation of mysterious far-off powers, and I thanked Heaven that masses of men were on the move rapidly in vast numbers and in the right direction to support the French lines which had fallen back from Amiens a few hours before I left that town, and whom I had followed in their retirement, back and back, with the English always strengthening their left, but retiring with them almost to the outskirts of Paris itself.
Only this could save Paris the rapid strengthening of the allied front by enormous reserves strong enough to hold back the arrow-shaped battering ram of the enemy's main army.
Undoubtedly the French Headquarters Staff was working heroically and with fine intelligence to save the situation at the very gates of Paris. The country was being swept absolutely clean of troops in all parts of France, where they had been waiting as reserves.
It was astounding to me to see, after those three days of rushing troop trains and of crowded stations not large enough to contain the regiments, how on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday last an air of profound solitude and peace had taken possession of all these routes.
In my long journey through and about France and circling round Paris I found myself wondering sometimes whether all this war had not been a dreadful illusion without reality, and a transformation had taken place, startling in its change, from military turmoil to rural peace.
Dijon was emptied of its troops. The road to Chalons was deserted by all but fugitives. The great armed camp at Chalons itself had been cleared out except for a small garrison. The troops at Tours had gone northward to the French centre. All our English reserves had been rushed up to the front from Havre and Rouen.
There was only one deduction to be drawn from this great, swift movement the French and English lines had been supported by every available battalion to save Paris from its menace of destruction, to meet the weight of the enemy's metal by a force strong enough to resist its mighty mass.
It was still possible that the Germans might be smashed on their left wing, hurled back to the west between Paris and the sea, and cut off from their line of communications. It was undoubtedly this impending peril which scared the enemy's Headquarters Staff and upset all its calculations. They had not anticipated the rapidity of the supporting movement of the allied armies, and at the very gates of Paris they saw themselves balked of their prize, the greatest prize of the war, by the necessity of changing front.
To do them justice, they realized instantly the new order of things, and with quick and marvelous decision did not hesitate to alter the direction of their main force. Instead of proceeding to the west of Paris they swung round steadily to the southeast in order to keep their armies away from the enveloping movement of the French and English and drive their famous wedge-like formation southward for the purpose of dividing the allied forces of the west from the French Army of the East. The miraculous had happened, and Paris, for a little time at least, is unmolested.
That brings me back to the fighting at Creil and Compiègne, which preceded from last Tuesday until two days later. The guns were at work at midnight on Tuesday when I passed the English Headquarters. This battle had only one purpose so far as the Germans were concerned. It was to keep our British soldiers busy, as well as to hold the front of the French allies on our right, while their debordant movements took place behind this fighting screen.
Once again, as throughout the war, they showed their immense superiority in mitrailleuses, which gives them marvelous mobility and a very deadly advantage. They masked these quick-firers with great skill until they had drawn on the English and French infantry and then spilled lead into their ranks. Once again, also, the French were too impetuous, as they have always been, and as they still are, in spite of Gen. Joffre's severe rebuke.
Careless of quick-firers, which experience should have taught them were masked behind the enemy's advance posts, they charged with the bayonet, and suffered needlessly heavy losses. One can only admire the gallantry of men who dare to charge on foot against the enemy's mounted men and who actually put a squadron of them to flight, but one must say again: "C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre."
There have been many incidents of heroism in these last days of fighting. It is, for instance, immensely characteristic of the French spirit that an infantry battalion, having put to flight a detachment of German outposts in the forest of Compiègne, calmly sat down to have a picnic in the woods until, as they sat over their hot soup, laughing at their exploit, they were attacked by a new force and cut to pieces.
But let me describe the new significance of the main German advance. Their right army has struck down to the southeast of Paris, through Château Thiery to La Ferté-sur-Jouarre and beyond. Their centre army is coming hard down from Troyes, in the Department of the Aube, and the army of the left has forced the French to evacuate Rheims and fall back in a southwesterly direction.
It would not be right of me to indicate the present position of the British troops or describe the great scenes at their base, which is now removed to a position which enables our forces to hold the eastern approach to Paris. It is a wonderful sight to pass the commissariat camp, where, among other munitions of war, is a park of British aeroplanes, which are of vital importance to our work of reconnoissance.
Looking, therefore, at the extraordinary transformation throughout the field of war in France, one thing stands out clear-cut and distinct. Having been thwarted in their purpose to walk through the western way to Paris by the enormous forces massed on their flanks, the Germans have adopted an entirely new plan of campaign and have thrust their armies deep down into the centre of France in order to divide the western armies of the Allies from the army on the eastern frontier. It is a menacing manoeuvre, and it cannot be hidden that the army of Lorraine is in danger of being cut off by the enemy's armies of the left.
At the same time the German right is swinging round in a southwesterly direction in order to attack the allied forces on the east and south. Paris is thus left out of account for the time being, but it depends upon the issues of the next few days whether the threatened peril will be averted from it by the immense army now protecting it. I believe the spirit of our own troops and their French comrades is so splendid that with their new strength they will be equal to that formidable attack.
Nothing certainly is being left to chance. For miles all around Paris trenches are being dug in the roads, and little sectional trenches on the broad roads of France, first one on this side of the way, and then one on the other side, so that a motor car traveling along the road has to drive in a series of sharp curves to avoid pitfalls.
There was feverish activity on the west side of the Paris fortifications when I passed between St. Germain and St. Denis.
Earthworks are being constantly thrown up between the forts, and the triple curves of the Seine are being intrenched so that thousands of men may take cover there and form a terrific defense against any attack.
Gen. Gallieni, the Military Governor of Paris, is a man of energy and iron resolution, and no doubt under his command Paris, if it has to undergo a siege, (which God avert!) will defend itself well, now that it has had these precious days of respite.
After wandering along the westerly and southerly roads I started for Paris when thousands and scores of thousands were flying from it. At that time I believed, as ail France believed, that in a few hours German shells would be crashing across the fortifications of the city and that Paris the beautiful would be Paris the infernal. It needed a good deal of resolution on my part to go deliberately to a city from which the population was fleeing, and I confess quite honestly that I had a nasty sensation in the neighborhood of my waistcoat buttons at the thought.
Along the road from Tours to Paris there were sixty unbroken miles of people on my honor, I do not exaggerate, but write the absolute truth. They were all people who had despaired of breaking through the dense masses of their fellow-citizens camped around the railway stations, and had decided to take to the roads as the only way of escape.
The vehicles were taxicabs, for which the rich paid fabulous prices; motor cars which had escaped military requisition, farmers' carts laden with several families and piles of household goods, shop carts drawn by horses already tired to the point of death because of the weight of the people who crowded behind pony traps and governess carts.
Many persons, well dressed and belonging obviously to well-to-do bourgeoisie, were wheeling barrows like coasters, but instead of trundling cabbages were pushing forward sleeping babies and little children, who seemed on the first stage to find new amusement and excitement in the journey from home; but for the most part they trudged along bravely, carrying their babies and holding the hands of their little ones.
They were of all classes, rank and fortune being annihilated by the common tragedy. Elegant women whose beauty is known in Paris salons, whose frivolity, perhaps, in the past was the main purpose of their life, were now on a level with the peasant mothers of the French suburbs and with the midinettes of Montmartre, and their courage did not fail them so quickly.
I looked into many proud, brave faces of these delicate women, walking in high-heeled shoes, all too frail for the hard, dusty roadways. They belonged to the same race and breed as those ladies who defied death with fine disdain upon the scaffold of the guillotine in the great Revolution.
They were leaving Paris now, not because of any fears for themselves I believe they were fearless but because they had decided to save the little sons and daughters of soldier fathers.
This great army in retreat was made up of every type familiar in Paris.
Here were women of the gay world, poor creatures whose painted faces had been washed with tears, and whose tight skirts and white stockings were never made for a long march down the highways of France.
Here also were thousands of those poor old ladies who live on a few francs a week in the top attics of the Paris streets, which Balzac knew; they had fled from their poor sanctuaries and some of them were still carrying cats and canaries, as dear to them as their own lives.
There was one young woman who walked with a pet monkey on her shoulder while she carried a bird in a golden cage. Old men, who remembered 1870, gave their arms to old ladies to whom they had made love when the Prussians were at the gates of Paris then. It was pitiful to see these old people now hobbling along together. Pitiful, but beautiful also, because of their lasting love.
Young boy students, with ties as black as their hats and rat-tail hair, marched in small companies of comrades, singing brave songs, as though they had no fear in their hearts, and very little food, I think, in their stomachs.
Shopgirls and concierges, city clerks, old aristocrats, young boys and girls, who supported grandfathers and grandmothers and carried new-born babies and gave pick-a-back rides to little brothers and sisters, came along the way of retreat.
Each human being in the vast torrent of life will have an unforgettable story of adventure to tell if life remains. As a novelist I should have been glad to get their narratives along this road for a great story of suffering and strange adventure, but there was no time for that and no excuse.
When I met many of them they were almost beyond the power of words. The hot sun of this September had beaten down upon them scorching them as in the glow of molten metal. Their tongues clave to their mouths with thirst.
Some of them had that wild look in their eyes which is the first sign of the delirium of thirst and fatigue.
Nothing to eat or drink could be found on the way from Paris. The little roadside cafés had been cleared out by the preceding hordes.
Unless these people carried their own food and drink they could have none except of the charity of their comrades in misfortune, and that charity has exceeded all other acts of heroism in this war. Women gave their last biscuit, their last little drop of wine, to poor mothers whose children were famishing with thirst and hunger; peasant women fed other women's babies when their own were satisfied.
It was a tragic road. At every mile of it there were people who had fainted on the roadside and poor old men and women who could go no further, but sat on the banks below the hedges, weeping silently or bidding younger ones go forward and leave them to their fate. Young women who had stepped out so jauntily at first were footsore and lame, so they limped along with lines of pain about their lips and eyes.
Many of the taxicabs, bought at great prices, and many of the motor cars had broken down as I passed, and had been abandoned by their owners, who had decided to walk. Farmers' carts had bolted into ditches and lost their wheels. Wheelbarrows, too heavy to be trundled, had been tilted up, with all their household goods spilt into the roadway, and the children had been carried further, until at last darkness came, and their only shelter was a haystack in a field under the harvest moon.
For days also I have been wedged up with fugitives in railway trains more dreadful than the open roads, stifling in their heat and heart-racking in their cargoes of misery. Poor women have wept hysterically clasping my hand, a stranger's hand, for comfort in their wretchedness and weakness. Yet on the whole they have shown amazing courage, and, after their tears, have laughed at their own breakdown, and, always children of France, have been superb, so that again and again I have wondered at the gallantry with which they endured this horror. Young boys have revealed the heroic strain in them and have played the part of men in helping their mothers. And yet, when I came at last into Paris against all this tide of retreat, it seemed a needless fear that had driven these people away.
Then I passed long lines of beautiful little villas on the Seine side, utterly abandoned among their trees and flowers. A solitary fisherman held his line above the water as though all the world were at peace, and in a field close to the fortifications which I expected to see bursting with shells, an old peasant bent above the furrows and planted cabbages. Then, at last, I walked through the streets of Paris and found them strangely quiet and tranquil.
The people I met looked perfectly calm. There were a few children playing in the gardens of Champs Elysées and under the Arc de Triomph symbolical of the glory of France.
I looked back upon the beauty of Paris all golden in the light of the setting sun, with its glinting spires and white gleaming palaces and rays of light flashing in front of the golden trophies of its monuments. Paris was still unbroken. No shell had come shattering into this city of splendor, and I thanked Heaven that for a little while the peril had passed.


Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau on Saturday fired his country's ambassador to China after a week of controversy over statements the ambassador made about extradition of a Chinese citizen to the United States.
In a statement Saturday afternoon, Trudeau said he asked for, and accepted, McCallum's resignation Friday night, mere days before a key deadline on the extradition case against Huawei Chief Financial Officer Meng Wanzhou.
Mr Trudeau said Jim Nickel, the deputy head of mission at the Canadian embassy in Beijing, would represent the Canadian Government in China.
He cited political comments on the case by US President Donald Trump, the "extraterritorial aspect" of Meng's case, and the fact that Canada did not sign on to the Iran sanctions that Washington wants her extradited for.
He said McCallum's initial comments raised the spectre of political interference in the Meng case, and that by failing to act immediately, Trudeau undercut his own assurances that the case would be handled independently by the courts.
McCallum then popped up in the news once again, saying Friday that it would be "great for Canada" if the USA dropped its extradition request, according to the Toronto Star newspaper.
"Justin Trudeau should have fired his ambassador the moment he interfered in this case".
McCallum's comments sowed confusion about whether the Trudeau government secretly opposes the USA charges against Meng, who was arrested in Vancouver in December, and whether the government was sending two different messages in Ottawa and in Beijing. "I thank him and his family for his service over the past many years".
Soon after Meng's December 1 arrest, China arrested two Canadian citizens on allegations they had endangered China's national security.
But on Thursday he walked back the remarks and said he "misspoke".
Scheer said McCallum caused damage to Canada's reputation by delivering different messages through different media on different days.
Mr. McCallum's remarks surprised many and fueled speculation that Canada might be trying to send a signal to China to reduce tensions.
Guy Saint-Jacques, a former Canadian ambassador to China, said he felt bad for Mr. McCallum but said it was the right thing to do.
Saint-Jacques said he spoke to China's consul general in Montreal on Thursday who reported that China is furious at Canada for arresting Meng on behalf of the U.S which is involved in a trade talks with China.
Trudeau and Freeland have stressed that Canada is a rule of law country and has an extradition treaty with the USA that it must respect.
The prime minister did not immediately issue an explanation, but the move comes after the former ambassador was quoted in StarMetro Vancouver on Friday as saying it would be "great for Canada" if the United States drops an extradition request against a Huawei executive detained in Canada.


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On July 26, 2020 Peter DeForest Johnson beloved husband of Rosalbina (nee Gomez) Johnson; devoted son of Judith (nee DeForest) Johnson of Ashland, OR and the late Peter A. Johnson; loving father of Erin Garcia and her husband Mike of Thousand Oaks, CA, Carrie Sailstad and her husband Peter of Dunedin, FL, Meredith Johnson and her husband Alan Peinado of Thousand Oaks, CA, cherished grandfather of Kyla Garcia, Colin Garcia, Rawley Peinado; dear brother of Holly Connell of Ashland, OR, Scott Johnson of Newmarket, NH, Chris Johnson of Ashland, OR, Gail Arhangelsky of Palm Harbor, FL; he is also survived by numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, friends, coworkers, brothers and sister-in-laws.
Our beloved Peter Johnson was an incredible, selfless human being, who lived life to the fullest. Peter enjoyed an active lifestyle of hiking, cycling, backpacking, fishing, wood-working, aviation, and scuba diving, as well as traveling, cooking and having a family life. He was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, colleague, and friend, and respected by all who were fortunate to know him. Peter was a thoughtful, strong leader and a calming presence, reliable and able to find the bright side in any situation. After graduating from Dartmouth College, he enjoyed a career as an officer in the U.S. Coast Guard and after that, as a mechanical engineer in the defense industry. His continuous guidance, knowledge, and dedication will be greatly missed.
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My deepest sympathy to Peter's family. I had the pleasure of working with Peter for many years, right from the start of his career at Textron Systems - then AAI Corp. He was a mentor to me at that time and showed me the ropes of a new business venture for the company; which in succeeding years outgrew the both of us - mainly due to Peter's innovation and business sense. Our time working on the same programs included many trips around the country, so I got to see the personal side of Peter in addition to the business side. They turned out to be the same. He treated everyone with the same respect and courtesy no matter what the situation. Calm and collected in all situations, he was a steady hand. I got the impression he could handle everything and anything he encountered. Not surprising, given some of the stories he told me about his Coast Guard years, or diving, or biking, or the last few years dealing with cancer. Peter was a great guy. Someone to be admired and looked up to and to emulate. I know he made an indelible impression on me and my life. I am glad to have known him and will never forget him. Best regards - Bob Storke
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I'm incredibly sad to hear that my friend and colleague has passed. He was such an encouragement and inspiration to me and never once made me feel inferior as a young female in engineering. He was always happy, with helpful advice; loved to talk about the outdoors; and is still one of the most brilliant engineers I know to this day. He never really talked about his struggle with cancer, but I could tell he was exhausted on some days, but he kept pushing through to complete any and every task he could. You were such a lovely person, Pete. You will be missed.
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We continue our series with a one to one with Andrew Shaw, group wine buying director for wine giant Conviviality.
1. What were the highs and lows for you and your business in 2017?
Highs: The freeze on duty in the Budget in November, and on a personal basis - I got married! Also, the charity bike ride in aid of the Benevolent for Dan Townsend – a great team-spirited event for a great man.
Lows: Continued uncertainty of the pending impact of Brexit and the Ashes result. Boys and men spring to mind.
2. What were the most significant things that happened or issues and trends that occurred in 2017?
Continued suppression of FX rates, the global shortage of wine in the marketplace across the planet and the corresponding importance in stable and long-term partners.
The thirst for wine in China and elsewhere in Asia is also changing the face of balance of consumption globally.
Finally, frost, drought, fires and earthquakes – every corner of the planet was affected by weather in 2017.
3. What trends do you predict for 2018?
I think we will see increased consolidation in production and distribution of drinks globally.
I also expect to see increased customer demand for artisan wines with relevant stories, although this may remain relatively niche. Also, the continued move of traditional wine and beer consumers into spirits.
4. What are likely to be the biggest opportunities for the trade in 2018?
Engaging the consumer with relevant stories and products.
Trials in new and undiscovered regions, styles and packaging following the trends in other markets.
5. What are the biggest challenges facing the trade in 2018?
Uncertainty over the outcome of Brexit.
The inflationary impact of the global supply market.
Lack of availability of glass in the UK.
Competition for consumer's attention and engagement with other categories outside the drinks industry.
6. Who are the people, companies or retailers to watch in 2018?
All of the above. We are in a fascinating, fast-moving global industry that's only going to accelerate in pace.
7. What, for you, would make for a perfect Christmas?
Snow, lots of sprouts and a glass or two of Bruno Paillard Blanc de Blancs.
To explore wines from Central Europe, which are still largely untapped and possibly the last undiscovered bastion of a historic winemaking culture.


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Nicholas Saul (1833 – January 28, 1853) was a prominent nineteenth-century criminal and one of the founding members of the Daybreak Boys, a New York City street gang. Saul led many of the gang's early raids, many of which were before sunrise— earning the gang their nickname—on the Hudson River and East River waterfront. At its height during 1851 to 1853, the gang earned an estimated $200,000 under Saul's leadership.

See also
 Capital punishment in New York (state)
 Capital punishment in the United States
 List of people executed in New York

Further reading
Asbury, Herbert. The Gangs of New York. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1928;
Sifakis, Carl. The Encyclopedia of American Crime. New York: Facts on File Inc., 2001;

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Cosmos » Biology » Myopia set to become a global health crisis
17 March 2016 /
Bill Condie
Myopia set to become a global health crisis
By 2050, half the population will suffer from short-sightedness.
The incidence of myopia, or short-sightedness, is increasing significantly around the world, and could result in an unexpected public health crisis, a new study suggests.
Pinning down exact figures is hard, but just over 25% of the global population was thought to suffer from myopia in 2000. Scientists say there are currently around two billion sufferers and on current trends, that figure would rise to around 50% – or five billion people – by 2050.
Although they don't know exactly why the numbers of myopes are rising so fast, children who spend longer indoors are known to be at greater risk from developing the condition.
That has "implications for planning services, including managing and preventing myopia-related ocular complications and vision loss among almost one billion people with high myopia", write the authors of the meta-analysis, published in the journal of the American Academy of Ophthalmology.
"Uncorrected myopia is the leading cause of distance vision impairment globally," the report says, adding that the economic cost of the problem is estimated at more than $200 billion a year.
Myopia was likely to become the "biggest future public health challenge that the profession of optometry has ever faced", said Kovin Naidoo, CEO of the Brien Holden Vision Institute based at University of New South Wales in Sydney.
Increased incidence of myopia also increases the risk of people developing myopic macular conditions, including cataracts, glaucoma and other retinal problems, he told 100% Optical, a gathering of industry professionals including optometrists, dispensing opticians, contact lens practitioners and ophthalmologists in London.
"This in turn will place an increased burden on our healthcare system in the future, especially the eye health system," he said.
Naidoo said prevention was also important, in particular urging children to spend more than two hours outdoors daily, to reduce the risk of developing mysopia. "We need to spread that message," he told the conference.
He estimated that 90 million children worldwide are vision impaired, and 90–95% of that number are so due to myopia.
Originally published by Cosmos as Myopia set to become a global health crisis
Bill Condie is a science journalist based in Adelaide, Australia.
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You may have plenty of people around you (friends and lovers and a solid support network), but are starting to see how your greatest fulfillment comes from within. The Three of Cups is usually associated with merriment and gaiety — a celebration amongst friends, but in this version we see how this is not always the case.
A solitary figure, depicted here as a young woman seated before a full moon, looks contentedly over her shoulder. Three goblets stand upright beside her and a raven rests in her hand. She's basking in the glow of the full moon (representing intuition and sensitivity) while holding the mysteries of life (the raven) in the palm of her hand.
Perhaps she's alone, or perhaps her loved-ones are just out of sight. Either way, she seems fulfilled and content and "complete" in her solitude.
This card represent a positive confirmation that you are as at one with yourself and your surroundings as you are in the people who love and support you. You have been able to turn loneliness into contentment, and discontent into personal fulfillment.
Perhaps you're now realizing that you don't need someone else to make you whole. Or maybe you're at a place in your life where you realize the true meaning of loving yourself. It's the first step toward creating a connection with others, yet once you achieve it you begin to realize that loving yourself is often enough.
The Three of Cups is also a card of abundance, prosperity and personal gratification. These things mean something different to each of us. But overall it has to do with being open and receptive to the support from others, while still finding fulfillment within ourselves. It's a card of joy, celebration and gratitude. Whether you celebrate with friends or are content to do it on your own, the end result leads to perfection.
The card used for today's tarotscope is part of Archeon Tarot by Timothy Lantz published by US Games. Used by generous permission.


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Lunchtime with a Curator: Decorative Arts Design Series
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Friday, January 15, 2021 - 12:00 p.m. to 1:00 p.m. ET
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Clockwise: Chair by Charles Eames (American History Museum), Model AD-65 Radio (Cooper Hewitt), Au Jardin des Hespérides (In the Garden of the Hesperides), Gazette du Bon Ton (Journal of Good Taste), Vol. 1, No. 11 (Cooper Hewitt)
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Join curator Elizabeth Lay, a regular lecturer on the topics of fashion, textiles, and American furniture, for an image-rich lunchtime lecture series focusing on decorative arts and design topics.
Lay is a textile historian and the curator at Montgomery History's Beall Dawson House and Stonestreet Museum in Rockville, Maryland. She is an adjunct professor of 20th century fashion at the Smithsonian–Corcoran School of Art and Design at George Washington University.
Midcentury Modern: How Immigrants Shaped American Design
America experienced a wave of European migrants during the early 20th century, some of whom were escaping war and oppression, while others sought opportunities in a growing democracy. These immigrants included giants of architecture and design: Mies van der Rohe, Walter Gropius, Laszlo Moholy Nagy, Eliel and Loja Saarinen, and Joseph and Anni Albers. Each took up teaching positions, inspiring the next generation of designers and architects such as Charles and Ray Eames, Florence Knoll, and Jack Lenore Larson. Lay examines how the contributions of their work and teachings changed the face of American design.
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The Bing Maps team announced in its blog the release of new satellite imagery (a total of 3.67 million km²) in Turkey, Greece and Argentina in cooperation with DigitalGlobe.
Nuno Caldeira describes how to improve road tagging using Mapillary horizontal imagery in JOSM.
The Zoo tagging has been extended with the tag zoo=wildlife_park. A description for Safari Park is to follow.
GIScience of Universität Heidelberg supports the Crowdsourced Damage Assessment project at Stanford University by developing experiments to enable area based damage assessments and comparative damage rankings by volunteers.
The Colombian community operates their own tasking manager. The donations (see banner upper left) are going directly to Colombia.
Andrew Lester, a highly active mapper, expresses his thoughts after discussions on Telenav's turn restrictions mapping in Canada.
In Senegal, a free of charge, ten days OpenStreetMap Mapping Training course has begun. It is organised within the framework of the Sunu Gox project "Our locality/community", developed by the movement Y en Marre Senegal, in partnership with the Gret, "Les Libres Géographes", OpenStreetMap Senegal and financed by the European Union. It aims to promote urban solidarity and citizenship in the peripheral districts of Dakar by strengthening citizen movements and grass-roots organizations in their capacity to act for the environment and the improvement of basic services through the production of diagnostic maps.
Federico Pertile from the Argentinian OSM community presented "OpenStreetMap the Wikipedia of maps" at the FLISOL2017 in Resistencia, Argentina.
The OSM community from Cochabamba are having mapping workshops with students of the career of Community Psychology from the Universidad Mayor San Simón.
Pascal Neis has enabled an OAuth login for his HDYC page to protect privacy.
Drishtie Patel asks for feedback on the plans to import the road network in Thailand that are traced by an artificial intelligence.
Maning Sambale announced that proposals for presentations can be submitted for the SotM Asia 2017 happening in Kathmandu, Nepal on September 23rd-24th.
Contributions to the SotM LatAm 2017, to be held in Lima, Peru from November 29th until December 2nd, can be submitted.
Mikel Maron writes a Mapbox blog about the impressive work done by 3000 mappers in the mapping of 1.7 million buildings. These were mapped into OpenStreetMap to fight Malaria in Zambia, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Honduras and Guatemala.
The user upendrakarukonda, who works as a data analyst at Mapbox, summarizes the previous work of the project "eliminate malaria" and asks for more supporters to join this mapping effort.
Matthew Gibb (American Red Cross, HOT Community Member) shows the results of the mapping work after the cyclone Enawo.
Janet Chapman announced an one-hour webinar for Thursday, May 18th and asks to enroll for the same.
derstefan announced an enhancement for railway stations on OpenTopoMap written by Max Berger.
ArchitectsNewspaper writes about the open source project NYC space/time directory, which represents the development of the city of New York in the period from 1850 to 1950 by means of interactive maps.
Todd Robbins announces about him giving dataportals.org a facelift as the new maintainer of the page.
Dan Jacobson started started a discussion on licensing in the legaltalk mailing list.
 OpenRouteService appears with a new API, new features (such as isochronous calculation) and an improved look.
Mapbox now provides a new layer with data about traffic congestion. The information is based on customer's meta data and thus can be updated frequently in many places.
Jiaoyan Chen is pursuing research at the University of Heidelberg on how data from OSM and MapSwipe can be used to train neural networks with the objective of an automated detection of buildings on satellite images. First preliminary results are now available in a paper.
iOsMo 1.7 2017-04-24 Fixed issue with unhided screen keyboard on registration view, waypoints from group tracks now visible on map.
Mapillary Android * 3.54 2017-04-25 Better deletion of sequences after upload.
Komoot Android * var 2017-04-28 No Infos.
Kurviger Free * 10.0.20 2017-04-28 The selection between the 3 route modes (fastest, curvy, extra curvy) has been moved to the route menu, avoiding ferries, highways, toll roads and smaller roads possible.
StreetComplete 0.8 2017-04-28 Add translations: Albanian, Danish, Japanese, Dutch, Polish, Russian, simplified Chinese, Swedish and Turkish, sending crash reports, bugfixes.
Locus Map Free * 3.23.2 2017-05-01 No infos.
Mundodiario from Spain published an article about offline navigation apps and unsurprisingly mentions OSM.
Melanie Eckle talks about mapathons on the German radio station DLF Nova. Read more here in English.
SWR (German regional TV-Station) reported on a user Mapathon, at the University of Heidelberg, from minute 14:52 to 17:34.
"SciDevNet" reported on how a way out of violence in the suburbs of Tunis was found by using "mapping tools to influence planning decisions".
The Norwegian village of Fossmork feels overrun (automatic translation) by tourists looking for Preikestolen rock via Google Maps – which is nearby but on the other side of the fjord.
In France, the police have introduced a tracking system for those in need. When an emergency number is dialed, the caller receives a text message with an HTML link. The caller then confirms the link and the geo-coordinates are sent to the rescue headquarters on a map.
This weeklyOSM was produced by Nakaner, Polyglot, Rogehm, SeleneYang, Spec80, YoViajo, derFred, jinalfoflia, keithonearth, kreuzschnabel, vsandre.


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ATEEZ To Reportedly Make A Comeback At The End Of The Year
Published December 12, 2022 9:48 pm By Neha BhondveCategorized as Kpop
ATEEZ will reportedly make a comeback at the end of December.
E-Daily reported on December 12th that ATEEZ will release a new single at the end of this month and begin their comeback activities. With this new song, they plan to meet with domestic fans by promoting their activities until early next year.
ATEEZ, which debuted in 2018, is a team consisting of eight members: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho. They quickly grew into a global idol group, stealing the hearts of K-pop fans at home and abroad with powerful music and performances that matched it.
ATEEZ proved their growth by making their 8th mini-album 'THE WORLD EP.1: Movement", a million-seller, a first since their debut.
In this year's world tour, they showed off their presence by showing off their advanced performances and live skills. In the first half of the year alone, the tour met 180,000 spectators around the world.
In the second half of the year, they had a busy tour schedule. They performed in 8 cities in America and met 110,000 people, and also held a concert in Japan. Next year, the tour will continue in Europe.
At the end of the tour held at Makuhari Messe in Chiba, Japan on December 11th, ATEEZ released a new video that seemed to suggest a comeback, attracting attention. With new song reported to be released at the end of this month, they are expected to heat up the year-end and the beginning of the year by meeting the fans waiting for new content.
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Satellite phones offer reliable coverage anywhere and are lightweight, rugged, and weatherproof for any environment. Check in via GPS position reporting or SMS messages and you can even send and receive email via your phone. You'll have universal coverage whether you are in Alaska, Argentina, or Africa and you'll have security in knowing you'll be able to make that important phone call when you need to.
Iridium provides the only handheld phones that will work anywhere on the earth's surface. The new 9575 Extreme is compact and lightweight and is the only satellite phone with an IP65 weatherproof and military standard durability rating. Extended use is not a problem, since the high capacity battery provides up to 30 hours of standby time and you can also add on a compact Goal Zero solar charger for an unlimited supply of recharging power. The 9575 is also the only satellite phone on the market with built in automated GPS position reporting as well an SOS button. Automated position reporting allows your friends and family to track you via an easy to use web portal and the SOS button sends your GPS position and a message to emergency contacts. You will be able to make and receive calls anywhere you are as well as let your friends and loved ones easily track you with this powerful device.
See complete details on the Iridium 9575 Extreme here.
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The IsatPhone Pro is a cost effective handheld satellite phone from Inmarsat that provides coverage anywhere between the latitudes of 60N and 60S. It is rugged and portable and features a color LCD screen, Bluetooth, and GPS, and the high capacity battery provides up to 80 hours of standby time. The IsatPhone Pro is a great solution for a tighter budget and if your travels are in the lower latitudes.
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Need a mobile internet connection while out in the bush? An Inmarsat BGAN terminal is the only portable device that provides a broadband internet connection via satellite. BGAN gives you worldwide, universal coverage between 60N and 60S latitudes. Most terminals have built in WiFi and all units have a built in voice channel that can be used simultaneous to the data connection. BGAN terminals are battery-powered, compact, rugged, and weatherproof, so you'll have the freedom to take it anywhere. Take care of that important business deal or simply extend your trip by keeping connected with this powerful tool.
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Anna has spent the last 15 years working with children of all ages, backgrounds, and special needs. For 12 years she was a lead teacher for Albina Head Start. For the last 4 years she worked as a Spanish teacher for Portland Early Learning Project teaching after school classes and summer camps. It is through these experiences she has immersed herself in a variety of best practice teaching techniques and methods. Through these practices Anna provides an individualized, experimental, creative and fun learning environment for all children. Similar to her students, her Spanish began at an early age as part of her academic studies. Anna continued her studies in Spanish at University of Barcelona, Spain and Portland State University, earning a Bachelors of Arts in Early Childhood and Family Studies and a minor in Spanish.
Erika, originally from Colorado, has worked as an EMT, on a Search and Rescue Team, a Disaster Responder and Instructor for the American Red Cross and a trainer for the City of Portland Neighborhood Emergency Teams. So basically, she's prepared for anything! She understands that people have their own learning styles and she loves teaching and empowering people to be "good in an emergency." She has a Degree in Patient Advocacy from Cleveland State University.
Erin Nova is from from Lafayette, Louisiana, and lives and works in Northeast Portland and beyond. Erin is a yoga instructor, personal trainer, and specialist in women's fitness, balance, and flexibility. Coming from a track running background, she turned to yoga in college when she broke her leg running. She loves teaching and training in groups or one-on-one, focusing on how breathing deeply and well can change the way you feel and live. Erin believes that if you can breathe and move, you can do yoga and get stronger than you ever imagined!
George has been practicing emergency medicine for about 13 years in the Portland area. He spends all his free time with his young family. He is a certified CPR/First Aid instructor through the Red Cross. He has also trained in various martial arts such as Brazilian Jujitsu and Kickboxing for over 20 years.
From the age of 5, Gina's father has introduced her to Okinawa Shuri-Te Karate. Nicknamed 'Sensei's daughter' in the dojo, Gina soaked up teaching techniques and has instructed all ages as well as held women's self defense workshops. She trained under Anita Sanford as company member of Dance Northwest in Eugene Oregon and is currently a member of FreshVibe, a dance company. She has a B.S. in Environmental Studies with 5 years of experience as a Park Ranger.
John's all over the place. He works as a paramedic on a medevac helicopter, Captain and sailor, and Executive Director for Back Country Medical Guides. Not sure if he sleeps often. He's worked as an EMT and Paramedic for 16 years in Santa Cruz, Seattle, Jackson Hole, and Bozeman, MT in a variety of contexts- from the ambulance to ski patrol to helicopter. John has degrees in Neuroscience and Biochemistry from Montana State University.
Judy, movement educator, was born in San Francisco, CA where her dance training began at the age of 16. During her teen years performing on stage, she was awarded best choreographer and was nominated to showcase a contemporary dance piece at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. She also competed in swimming and rowing which led her to pursue a degree in Kinesiology and Dance in 2009. Upon graduating from SJSU, she has taught private and group fitness to all age levels 3-82. She understands the importance of adjusting the class when appropriate so everyone can have a safe, educational, and fun time exercising. With her background with teaching Barre, Yoga Trapeze, Pilates, Bootcamp, and TRX she is passionate about teaching you how to sustain a healthy, strong body!
Megan Gross is an accomplished dance/gymnastics instructor with over twelve years' experience with a strong background in children's gymnastics, hip hop and contemporary dance techniques. Megan also has experience teaching a wide range of styles also including ballet and stretch & strength to students of all ages from 3 years old to adult seniors.
After growing up exploring the beautiful Northwest, it's not surprising Mike's path led him to Bozeman, MT where his real exploration of the backcountry began. Pursuing a passion, his journey continued to medical school after two years of adventure traveling through the South Pacific and Europe. Mike spent the next chunk of his life skiing the Wasatch and biking the Utah desert while training in Emergency and Wilderness Medicine. He now works as an ER physician in Portland, OR and ski doc at Mt. Hood.
Moki Barragán Cajigal is an RYT-200 and has been teaching since 2014. She was a very resistant yogi in the beginning, and even used to sneak out before savasana because she just didn't know what she was missing! The anatomy and physiology of yoga was what first struck Moki and she noticed the benefits immediately in her running and soccer matches. Her classes are always based on medicine and science and she takes continuing education in both the university and yoga settings to inform her teaching. This extra education helps her to work with people with physical limitations and injuries, something she really loves to do. She is the mother of two- a darling little two-year-old girl and a handsome 20-year-old at FSU. She loves to work with "inflexible" people and athletes and believes in the power and magnificence of the body. Her dream is that you will walk away from her class knowing and accepting yourself just a little bit more.
Taylor Baker graduated from Pacific University Oregon in '17 with a BA in Dance. Her choreography, based on the human experience, was presented at the American College Dance Association Northwest conference in 2016 & 2017. Since moving to Portland, Taylor has had opportunities to choreograph and perform. She was part of Pacific Dance Ensemble & 11:Dance Co. She has worked with artists Emma Portner, Ching Ching Wong, James Healey, Mary Hunt & others. She trained, performed & choreographed in the professional company at Polaris Dance Theatre in 2017. Taylor currently teaches & choreographs in the Portland area- In 2018 her work received numerous awards & placed overall at several competitions, in group and solo works. She enjoys sharing her passion for movement with young aspiring dancers.