The Days of a Man 1913 



an eye in Juarez, and the wives of several of the 

 others, one of the ladies being head of the Cruz Blanca. 

 Returning from El Paso, I halted at Calexico in the 

 Imperial Valley, California, and from there crossed 

 Mexican the line into Mexicali. This hamlet, since expanded 

 to become the capital of Lower California, consisted 

 of two rows of about twenty houses each, back to 

 back, the street on the north being separated from 

 Calexico by only a barbed-wire fence. The latter 

 was already a dry town and inhabited by decent 

 people. Mexicali was then composed entirely of 

 criminals, all the houses being saloons, gambling 

 dens, or brothels. Some sixty so-called Madero 

 soldiers occupied it as a sort of garrison, though 

 they were mainly drunken hoboes from California and 

 Texas. Madero finally sent $10.00 to each man and 

 so disbanded his pretended army, after which they 

 moved northward through the Valley, being passed 

 from place to place as vagrants. 



A gracious On January 19, 1913, I received the following 

 memorial g rac i ous memorial from The Christian Endeavor World: 



On your sixty-second birthday, President Jordan, the Endeav- 

 orers of this country wish to congratulate you, and we pray for 

 you many auspicious birthday anniversaries to come. By your 

 distinguished educational services, you unite the East and the 

 West. By your studies of natural history, and especially your 

 contributions to the knowledge of fishes, you have made the 

 world your debtor. The world is also your debtor, in at least 

 equal degree, for your splendid services in behalf of universal 

 peace. 



Your eloquent words, both spoken and written, have done 

 much to make evident the cruelty and folly of war and the 

 sanity and righteousness of peace. But above all else, we Endeav- 

 orers, as young people, wish to thank you for the many wise 



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