ciation; in graft and bribery investigation for state and municipal governments, and in other cases which have been given more or less publicity. But it is perhaps not known to you that we also do general detective and secret service work for industrial corporations, transportation companies and others.

Secret service rightly applied, with the proper men properly placed, can be made immensely profitable when conditions are studied and co-operation given. Such service is our specialty, and for that reason we maintain practical men of all trades and occupations, both union and non-union. In their daily reports they cover possible economies and improvements, waste, agitation, dishonesty, disloyalty, malicious mischief and incompetence; in fact, anything that can be of possible interest to employers.

The William J. Burns International Detective Agency stands for organization, facilities and systematic action, with every man at his post, trained to act on orders. It gives you a service that is unassuming, irresistible and sure. It is the service for the business man who desires honest efforts for his money. In the heart of your business is where we operate; down in the dark corners; in out of the way places that you can not watch from your office or through your superintendent and fore

man.

We do a general secret service business, and no matter what you have in mind, we would be pleased to take the matter up with you further, and respectfully ask an interview for one of our representatives.

Respectfully,

THE WM. J. BURNS INTERNATIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY, INC.

F. J. HEINE,

Division Manager.

Bro. H. Upphoff is now fighting for the U. S. A. at-(deleted by censor), and Wm. Usher expects to be called at any time, for all the boys are subject to the call. "Our worthy vicepresident is a good fighter."

Bro. Larsen, of Portland, has been sending us some expert mechanics during the last month, but no cherries.

Bro. George Stevens is becoming an expert in locating "submarines" on commutators, drums and over-head sheaves.

Inspector Long, of Oakland, paid No. 8 an official visit last meeting, reporting that Bros. Wilson and Fitzgerald are now members of the "upper ten."

Bro. Dave Harris, in charge of the Southern Pacific job, is one of the busiest elevator men in San Francisco. Most of his time is taken up by giving "first degree work to the uninitiated.” This is the largest job ever installed west of the Rockies, and the superintendent, Mr. Foss, of the Otis Company, has nothing but praise for the efficiency and co-operation of local members.

Bro. Oscar Krause, in charge of the Zellerback job, reports progress.

The Security Elevator Company has made its appearance in the field of elevator construction, with W. J. Wigmore as the president.

Bro. Tom Green is back to work after a three weeks' sickness, and Bro. Sam Magor reports from the home of the elevator constructors (Grass Valley) that he broke his ankle. No. 8's benefits come in handy for such cases and the fund is not going down hill, but up.

Bro. P. J. Larkin is now doing some expert cableing and ram packing for the Otis Company.

Warden Hicks has been promoted chief inspector on the "Rhubarb" route for the Otis.

Inspectors Colbert and Botchider have been promoted to the construc tion department.

President McGee is looking after the little elevators for the Supply Company.

who was in Philadelphia, thinks there is no place like Philadelphia, and says he has changed his mind about becoming a yiddisher, but he always will love garlic.

Bro. Thos. Holloran says the war will be over before cold weather.

Bro. Whiting registered yesterday and was asked after registering what he was going to do with all his money if he was sent to France. He said he was going to leave it to help defeat the dry bill of the District.

One rainy day quite a few of us were sitting about the storeroom. Bogie, Joe and Jake was talking about the races out at Ardmore, Md. Bogie seemed to be very familiar with the race-track, the horses and their characteristics. Bogie was very much animated over one particular horse. He called him a gim hickey and a beaut and many other kind names. The whole sum of it was Bogie had played this horse and won. Then Bill broke in and said, "Let me tell you a true story of a horse and its rider. The rider was me. It was in the town of Malolos, in the Philippines. I was ordered to go to the town of Balawag and get the monthly sick report of G Battery. G was one of the batteries that was doing duty with the Third Infantry, but headquarters of the Third Artillery had to keep track of it on its reports. I had the best horse in the islands. None of the officers wanted him, for he was rather raw-bone and had the top of his hip bone broken off. He had been shot through the ear and through the hoof, though none of these injuries disabled him. He was just not as pretty as the other horses. He was looked on as a kind of jonah, as one officer had been killed on his back.

"The horses of the Islands are all Shetland ponies, and it seemed funny to see a big, long-legged fellow on one of these, his feet almost touching the ground, but they were good horses and as tough as could be and go-why, you would be surprised to know of their swiftness. My horse was a pacer and just as smooth to ride on as a rocking chair, and I often said he could

beat anything in the Islands. I ran him against three officers' horses and led them from start to finish. Dr. Kirk at headquarters had a pretty little bay he thought could beat anything. I was coming along one day just on an easy little gait when the doctor came splashing past. He said, 'Can that crow run?' I said, 'yes, he can beat yours from here into headquarters.' 'Let's see him,' said the doc. All right.' I sunk my heels into his sides and he was right upon the bit. I dug him again and threw the lines loose on his neck and yelled like an Indian. My God! for an instant I couldn't realize what had happened. He shot ahead with the speed of an arrow. Before we had gone a quarter of a mile we had left the doc and his mount away in the rear. I had to pull up and wait for him to see if anything had happened. As he came alongside of me he said, 'You sure have a fast horse.' Well, getting back to Balawag, I started and my first stop was at the Bagbag river, the biggest one in Luzon. We crossed the river on a ferry constructed by the United States soldiers. Company D, of the Third Infantry, was doing duty there. The captain, seeing me, said, 'Where are you going,' and I told him. He said, 'You won't be able to go until three o'clock, as the wagon train don't leave here until then, and it isn't safe to go alone. You might get through all right, but chances are you would not.' Then he told me about a doctor that started over this road two nights before and the next wagon train coming this way brought him back. His head was chopped off, his arms were chopped off and his legs were chopped off. Between here and Balawag is a hot bed for insurgents. It was then ten o'clock, and to wait until three seemed out of reason to my impatient nature. So when I got the captain out of sight and was alone I started. It was eleven miles to Balawag, but I knew my horse and I knew he was good for it and I was confident that no mount the insurgents had could catch me on a run. Well, after I got started I was very much on the alert.

I gave the horse his head, let him go pretty much as he wanted to. I kept my pistol in hand so I could use it at any time. I rode along for quite a while and had not seen or heard anything that was hostile until I got about two miles of Balawag, then all of a sudden I saw a Filipino in the road a long ways ahead and he had a gun on his shoulder. I looked to both sides and behind me, but could see no one. I thought there was no use in turning back, for more than likely I was surrounded and perhaps the weakest place would be in front, as Balawag was not very far ahead. The Filipino was too far ahead for me to get him with a pistol, and I began fussing with myself because I had not taken my carbine. I could have got him with that, for they are sighted for 2,200 yards. Well, all I could do was go ahead and take the consequences. I now began working on my horse's nerves. I dug him in the ribs with the spurs, and he fairly bounded into the air. Then I held him up on the bit. After doing this several times the horse was dancing a regular can-can. At last I came close enough to the Filipino to take a shot at him and if he made a move with his gun I was going to, but as luck had it he carried his gun, or what I took to be a gun, on his right shoulder and did not move it. At last I thought, 'You can't get your gun down to use it before I get you.' So, feeling sure of getting one, I went on. At last I got alongside of him. He took off his hat and saluted as humble as could be. I put my pistol back in its holster, and let the horse have his head. He sprang off like a flash and didn't stop till I got to Balawag. The Filipino, in place of having a gun on his shoulder, had a bunch of ebony canes. He was taking them to the Bagbag river to sell to the United States soldiers. Now, that little experience taught me a lesson and when I was coming back I waited for the wagon train. The wagon train consisted of two companies of the United States Third Infantry and a number of transport wagons. They haul food and

Things in the old town here have taken on much of a military aspect, recruiting is going on briskly in all branches of the service, and Buffalo, as per usual, is doing "her bit." Just received information that Bro. Ed. Spaug had received his commission in the aviation corps, and is to leave in a few days, destination not known. Good luck, Ed. H. L. Robertson, assistant superintendent of construction for the Otis Company here, has tendered his resignation and has gone to the military training camps at Sackett's Harbor.

Trade conditions here are somewhat dull at this writing. The Daly job on Military road, which consists of two electric freight elevators, and held by the C. W. Smith Elevator Company, has been out for the past two weeks, but has been settled through the Buffalo Building Trades Department satisfactorily to all concerned. Bro. J. Bradly has charge of the construction. Another job, the Buffalo Municipal Hospital, which has also been struck by the Buffalo Building Trades, has been straightened out and the boys are mostly all back working again. The Otis Company has this contract, consisting of four hydraulic lifts and four push-button electrics. We have several small jobs running, but they are getting along towards completion.

Bro. A. Sauer, who has been away from the craft for some time, has returned again and is in the employ of the Otis Company.

Bro. William Slamnon is installing a job for the Graves Elevator Company on Broadway and expects to be in this locality for some time.

Local No. 14 is going to hold their annual outing on June 16, 1917, at the same old camp grounds (Smith's

Grove). Visiting Brothers please take Genesse car to city line, then take Stub line to destination. We are all hoping for pleasant weather and our usual good time.

Bro. De Larmarter, who is representing the Warsaw Company, has gone to Pittsburgh to erect a job there, having finished two other jobs in this locality.

The Otis Company, which had the contract in the Federal Building here, which consisted of a change over from D. C. to A. C. current, is completed and running again. Bro. Ed. Harter, who was in charge, was heartily congratulated by the Superintendent of the building upon completion, as the service maintained was excellent.

It is with deep regret that we learn of the death of the mother of one of our former members, Bro. William Slamnon, Local No. 14, Elevator Constructors' Union, extends sympathy to the Bro. and family in their hour of bereavement.

Dear friends: Words fail to convey our feeling of sorrow on the death of your mother. "She can never be replaced."

Ever remember that your mother watches you from on high, and that as she was devoted to you in life so she is devoted to you in death.

May the Almighty in his goodness console you in this dark hour of bereavement.

Sympathy of Local No. 14.

pital and he had a very bad hand, but it was getting along nicely and he said he was going home the next day after I was in to see him. He had a bad case of blood poisoning. He was cableing up a machine and a strand or two run in his middle finger and hit the bone and blood poisoning set in, but I hope he will get along all O. K. and soon be able to go to work again;' but I suppose it will be some time before he will be able to work, as they had three or four tubes in his hand to let out the pus. We had one of the grandest parades on Decoration Day here in history. There were over 25,000 people in it and it was the largest parade this city has ever had. Bro. Gus Simpkins is still working in Pittsburgh, Pa. Next meeting night is nomination night, and we no doubt will have a good attendance, as there will be plenty of members there to nominate for office. Bro. Dan Boody was down to Lima, Ohio, putting in a job for the Otis Company. Bro. William Bentler is back from Youngstown, Ohio, and is working at the West Ninth Street Terminal warehouse job. Bros. Walter Sammon and son, Bro. Tom McLean and two other brothers are working for the Alvay Manufacturing Company, of St. Louis, finishing up the lowerators at the West Ninth Street Terminal warehouse job. With best wishes to all of the brothers, I am,

Fraternally yours,

FRED HEILMAN.

When May 1 came around with no settlement in sight it was decided to call a general strike, although with some misgiving. The word was passed around to strike, and behold, the misgivings turned to triumph, as every trade in the building line laid down their tools and walked off the jobs. For two weeks everything was at a standstill, but finally a settlement was made and the strike called off.

From now on Albany will be one of the strongest organized cities in the country. A council card will be issued and this will be strictly enforced, so that no man will be allowed to work on a job unless he can show this card.

For the benefit of any brother who may be sent to Albany to install a job, I would advise him to get in touch with the business agent or secretary of Local 35 before trying to do any work.

Work is slacking up a little, but there is hope that it will soon pick up again. There is at least one large job in sight which will probably be started in the course of the year for New York state. It will be a large office building which will be built west of the capital, where the state will take two large city blocks.

Well, Bro. Haverstrite came back after a long silence with a fine patriotic article.

A long time before this terrible war started the cry of the world has been "United States of America for all," and people from all over the world have been coming in, but now the time has come when all these people should show that they appreciate the freedo.n given to them by this great land of ours, and you, the native born, and I, the naturalized citizen, or any other man who has come to this great land in search of liberty and a right to live should step forward and unite in this one cry, All for the United States of America.

Bros. Wright, Dill, Sweeney and Rodgers, are in Saratoga Springs, not for their health, but on a change-over job in the United States Hotel for the Otis Company. They are taking

down three steam elevators installed by the Otis Brothers about 45 years ago, and have been running every summer since then. Electric machines will be substituted.

Bro. Joseph Kielp has left us for the wilds of Jersey City, where he has tackled a job praising and boosting the service department of the Otis Company. Good luck, Bro. Joe.

Bro. George Primey is back from Cuba. I think it got too hot for him over there or else he wanted to be sure to come back before cold weather sets in again. Welcome back, George.

Bros. Gillies and Nicholson have taken out mechanics' cards.

Bro. Gillies has started in with the Cohoes Company and is making a good record. Keep it up, Ernest, you are doing well.

Bro. John Talbut has fallen into Cupid's snares. Not with the thought of cheating the conscription law, no; it was all settled on some long dreary evening last winter way up in the north woods in a little place by name of West Chazy. Our best wishes to Bro. Talbut and his wife, with hope of happiness and prosperity.

Rumors have been flying around that another brother has entered the matrimonial field, but we have not been able to verify it. It is brother John Scott. He is a pretty sly fellow, but he has been kicking so much about the high cost of living that there must be something in the rumor; anyway, if he is married we also extend to him our best wishes, and if he isn't well, but it is about time he was.

Local No. 35.

To the Editor:

CHAS. NICHOLSON.

Although I am not the regularly elected Correspondent to the Journal, I cannot refrain from writing you regarding the predicament of one of the brothers of Local No. 36 who was very much in love and was trying his darndest to make good.

Having selected the most beautiful flowers he could get and writing a