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“Captured But Not Conquered” II »a* a Ureal bailie which Ibis .\orlh Carolinian. Ser¬ geant llal» burton, fought during the war. even though he saw praelieully no active service. Rij HI I I It: ELLIS HENLEY A WHITE Mato* three feet high of дп American .oldier in uni • form, one hand in lii< pocket, the Other clenched at hi. aide, bare head thrown back, .tubborn jaw thru.t for- f™? line proclaiming build.* determination. Thu bit <>f wulpturr would arrest attention any lime, any place. Л, I saw it. landing on a table in the living room of a «nail private boarding bouv in Taylorsville, North Carolina, the effect ... nothing .lmrt of startling. ‘mo i. thatl" I a.krd my hc-lca. “ily brother" .be replied, "Sergeant Kd Halyburton, the firri American toldicr captured by the Germans dur¬ ing the World War.” Doubly interested now, Г looked more closely. The name had awakened vague memorie*. On the ham of the Statue of Sergeant loldior captured by Bat Not Conquered ' “What dew. that n Organiring Pri “It mean».- .aid Mix Halybarton proudly, “that, though mv brother aaw practically no active acrvioe during the war, nevcrthdcM he fought and won a «till harder battle, that of organizing the American prisoner, in German priwn camp*, keeping up their morale in the face of terrific lardihipi and slow death by cspouirc and alarvalion.” Hardships ! . . . Starvation! ... Ed Halybarton! Where had I heard that My host»* wai .peaking again. picture, of the first after their АП the b*>y. tried to put np ns brave a shou a* possible, Ed balled bis hand. stuck hit chin out as 'logged 1> as be could La¬ ter that phot- graph ..I taken a. a model by the art i4 Cyrus Dallin for the Matuc nhieh lie called ‘Captured But Not Com quered.’ Ploatcr end" of it were used to bood the sale of liberty bonds, and Air. Dallin sent this odd to my mother. “That hum picture, by the way, aUo served qiait« another purpoac. At first no one knew who the belligerent pris- oner might l*. An enlargement of mv brother, fnc ... published in • New York paper, with the e.pt.c Doe* Anybody Know Tbi. Man Г A copy of the paper waa left on a train, and picked up by a man who knew our family. I'll never forget our surprise and delight when that picture finally made it* way into my mother'» hands. At least we knew then that Kd waa Mill alive." "Shoot And Be Damned” The woman paused, and suddenly I remembered. Sergeant Ed Halybur¬ ton. Of course I knew the name. Back in 1932 ГЛ'Н, Magazine had carried a series of ten article* about hi. war Ed Halyburton, the firat American the Germans during the World War. Swiftly I began to recall the story. Captured in November 1917, mid re¬ leased only after the «low of the war in December 1918. Halyburton took upon himself the almoat impossible duty of maintaining military discipline among the American prisoners ia the camps where be was confined. He began working with seven f right it* infested cells. At the end of the war he found himself in command of aereral thou-and sol¬ diers with a definite organization, re¬ spectable living quarters, decent food and clothing, and enough spunk and spirit to ever, publish a comio camp nowspapor. During those thirteen month. Ed Halyburton had lived a lifetime. Harnessed to a crude wagon, dad in rag* and ill fitting wooden his' hand. protected from the -ly by a fe. layers of paper, he had daggered hauling wood into (Conrinned on W nztoen)