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IN A LONDON AIR RAID AT 4:30 A. M. I
TKE ETEMNG MISSOUBIAN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1917.
(By George T. Bye.)
Consider that the ever reliable Lon
don policeman has pedaled up and
down every street, Toad, lane, mall,
place, terrace, square, circus, cres
cent, gardens, avenue and corkscrew
tray of this quaint, studious metrop
olis of the world, blowing his bicycle
thistle piercingly and stopping at
important street crossings to bawl
oat "Take cover-r-r-r!"
But the Londoner is already under
cover, being under his bed covers, his
bedroom ceiling and a housetop. It's
between 4 and 5 o'clock of a frosty
December morning, clear, but as wet
cold as if an icy rain were falling.
The Londoner snuggles uneasily in
bis comfortable bed. He knows he
ought to get up and descend to the
cellar. He knows it is wltheringly
cold in the cellar. He knows that a
German bomb tears off the upper
floors of an ordinary building, and
that an aerial torpedo tears oft the
top and bashes In the bottom.
The evaluation of his life and the
comfort of his bed keeps up until a
faint thumping in the distance warns
him that the outer barrage guns are
in action. The Londoner still lingers.
Some of the Invaders have broken
through the first shrapnel curtain
the thumping .has swelled into sharp
popping that spreads and grows
louder. Perhaps there are more of
them than usual. Perhaps they have
gome hideously efficient new method
of annihilating the manless families
that people London by the thousands.
The sleeper twitches back his cov
erlet. Jumps into his slippers and
bathrobe, slams down his bedroom
window, while the greenish-sllverl-.
ness of the halt-moon lights up the
deep frown in his face. Then to the
cellar, nimbly, with teeth chattering.
Zoom! Zang! Pfr-r-r-n-n-n-n-z-z-z.
When I had shivered my way down
to the ground floor of our Kensington
"residential hotel," I found it bril
liantly lighted, a roaring Are in the
grate in the large drawing room, or
lounge, and maidservants, tousled,
but in usual black and white, passing
around tea and sugarless cookies.
The servants have some sort of an
air raid drill. The porter has to turn
out quickly and start fires. The
basement fireplace is lighted for
those that require this subterranean
extreme unction, and the teakettle
put on. The head waitress bongs the
In the drawing room my eye was
immediately fastened upon a lady
who had never held my attention be
fore. I knew her as a new guest.
She had come since the 7-chaptered
harvest moon raid that was our last
get-together bee at this hotel. We
had "met," but not under raid aus
pices. It takes a raid to give a Lon
don family hotel the rampageous so
ciability of an American boarding
house. The lady, who was the cynos
ure of all eyes, lolled upon the arm
of a chair beside the fire, dangling a
bare ankle that, in turn, called atten
tion to silk pajamas. Besides, she
had on a resplendent dressing gown,
one that had a heavily embroidered
peacock tail down the back. She
Jauntily smoked a cigarette.
I must say that the moonlight raids
have brought out many attractive
creations in boudoir caps, dressing
gowns and bedroom slippers. It is
hinted that ladles dig these special
things out of wardrobes when the
alarm comes. But never has there
been such a sensation as the lady of
the pink pajamas and ankles.
Calling the family roll, from left to
right, we had a very sleepy, some
what cranky Hollander; a jolly
Scotch woman with a wide-eyed
daughter, 10 years old, who seemed
to be having the time of her life; a
bridal couple distributed noticeably
at opposite corners of our fireplace
crescent, but looking longingly at
each other whenever a gun or bomb
blast sounded close at hand; three
wires of British officers who had
considered so often the grave ordeals
of their husbands at the front that
they could give little heed to the now
thunderous gunning and chatted vl
Taeiously with each other about the
latest relief bazars; and a portly
Londoner who is the most gracious,
amiable and fatherly man I have met
in many a day. He was the only one
In the raid wake completely dressed.
We even accused him of shaving be
fore he came down.
Then we had a Belgian family of
mother, 30-year-old son and buxom
daughter of about the same age, who
seemed intensely concerned with
their own comfort and safety and
Quite regardless of tho rest of the
world a family, If you will permit
me to repeat some of the small gos
sip of our waitress, that asks for sec
ond helpings at every meal. And last,
next the wall, a very nervous woman
who .leaned shleldlngly over a hairy
little worm of a dog in her lap. So
llat mystery was finally smoked, or
tombed, out. We. had all wondered
who had the measly HtUe squawker.
Its hacking yips, somewhat muffled,
had occasionally been heard In the
bouse contrary to the hotel's "No
Dogs" regulation. She probably
athes it in our tubs.
Tne busy, smiling manageress
smiled a little cruelly when she spied
the microscopic hound, but said noth
ing. She had enough to do for the
moment. In her gorgeous butterfly
dressing gown, and with her hair in
an unseemly braid, she tried to keep
conversation in a happy channel, as
the police Instructions probably sug
Eest, and occasionally ran downstairs
to see that the Impressionable serv
ants" were not in hysterics. We
should all have been with the serv
ants in the cellar, as a bomb falling
in the street will mutilate people on
ground floors with flying splinters
An anaemic vision occasionally ap
peared in the hallway outside the
heavy curtains of the lounge an ani
mated cream satin dressing gown, a
lady of youth-yearning years who, so
says the trivial gossip again, has her
breakfast served In bed each morn
ing, as she must spend half a day at
facial camouflage before she can
make a formal appearance; tho only
lady in the hotel who goes in for pro
war expensive costumes, and who
reads tho London paper that makes a
specialty of following the travels,
digestion and war activities of titled
There we all were huddled around
the fireplace sipping tea and cigar
ettes as chummy as strangers In
Columbia a little anxious at times,
but not visibly more so than the av
erage American is uneasy in a vio
lent electrical storm. Yet
Fatherly Londoner Think of the
thousands of babies that are whim
pering in cold cellars, many of them
catching fatal pneumonia. And the
painfully wounded being carried
down into hospital basements. And
the aged struggling alone to get un
der a stairway.
Plump Belgian They are no worse
off than we are.
Jolly Scotch woman Do you hear
that peculiar singing noise? That's
something new. It's right over us
Bride Goodness! Wasn't that an
American A night barrage makes
a beautiful sight. I'd like to be up
on the roof. (Nobody restrains him,
but he doesn't go.)
Hollander Must be Zepps or very
high-powered small airplanes. The
propellers sing like fans. Not so high
Jolly Scotch woman They started
daylight saving and now they're sav
ing moonlight Wooh! That was a
loud one. Getting close. And there
go the park guns.
Her daughter But, mummy, the
last raid was the best one.
Manageress What are you plan
ning for the holidays?
Nervous lady Heavens! Do let
us go to the cellar!
Bridegroom We don't know what
war is yet. Think of Paris in 1870
eating rats at a shilling ninepence
each, and horses and cats
American I thought I had a rat
for lunch yesterday, but was told It
was kidney. Of course. It cost only
ten pence, but then
Fatherly Londoner And a good,
fat, respectably-raised cat ought to
be as tasty as a rabbit any day.
Manageress You will all have to
go straight off to bed if you don't
stop this horrible talk.
Jolly Scotch lady Don't talk to
me about bed. My hot-water bottle
must be an ice pack by this time.
Wooh! Let's stay up.
Manageress But the servants will
soon bo ready to clean up in here.
And you cannot have breakfast until
8 two hours yet. It's quieting down
now. Better get some sleep.
Nervous lady Oh, no. You know
how they do. Listen. They're com
ing again. Let's all go to the cellar.
Fatherly Londoner That's nothing
but some people putting up tbeir
windows again. I'm going up. Good
night morning, I mean.
Mrs. American (now that it's all
over) Don't you just love the boom
of the guns?
All gradually retire to cold sheets
a day breaks. After an hour of
vain attempt to get warm and go to
sleep, a stirring fanfare of bugles
sounds from all directions, the signal
of "All Clear." Boy Scouts blowing
these bugle3 are carried around in
motor cars. They blow lustily In
every block, and then make a return
trip to-be certain they have routed
every timid person out of hiding. I
have heard of a few of the timid folk
that crawl under barricades and
sandbag igloos in basements, but they
are extremely few.
Average Londoner, falling to sleep
Aw, what's the use.
He rises, dresses and goes off to
breakfast and his ofilce as if nothing
"ROAD TO VICTOR!
Highway Built by Napoleon
in Northern France Now
Serves the Allies.
MAIN LINE TRAVEL
Never-Ending and Varied
Stream of Supplies Moves
Toward the Front.
By Associated Fress
BEHIND BRITISH LINES IN
FRANCE, Dec. 24. There is a broad
road which runs like a spinal column
across the north of France, which
the British private has nicknamed the
"Road to Victory." His fondness for
this road is perhaps due to the fact
that It is broader, better paved and
more direct than most other roads,
being ono of those highways which
Napoleon laid out many generaUons
Over this "Road to Victory" there
moves a never-ending procession of
transport of the most varied charac
ter. Standing at a cross-road, one
sees a group of four wagons. Theirs
is a pleasant load, for they carry ra
tions, clean, wholesome, yellow
cheeses, sides of prime bacon, fresh
white bread in sacks, chests of tea,
sugar, jam, tinned buttei and bully
beef, sacks of potatoes and onions,
sides of frozen beef and mutton.
Juuneil for Dickens' Characters.
Behind the ration carts follow a
string of twenty great hooded motor
lorries, laden with lumber of various
kinds. Each lorry in this group car
ries its name proudly on its side, the
names all taken from Dickens' char
acters, Betsy Prig, Martin Chuzzic
wlt, Micawber, Oliver Twist, Mr.
Bumble, Sairey Gamp and others.
Some are carrying "duckboards,"
which are little sections of skeleton
sidewalk for foot traffic over the mud.
Others are laden with "turkey trots,"
little wooden bridges for shell-holes.
Still others have long bundles of
brushwood "fascines" for filling In
hollow places in roads. Yet others
have lengths of beech planking for
Next in line behind the lorries is a
battery of field guns painted in a
strange motley of greens, browns and
yellows. The horses are in the pink
of condition, their coats agleam, their
drivers tanned brick-red by exposure.
The Day of tie Mule Xot Past
After the guns come long strings
of pack mules wearing brown canvas
"carriers," from the pockets of which
peep the gleaming cases of elghtecn
pounder shells, or the squat yellow
bodies of field howitzer ammunition.
The mule Is certainly doing his bit in
this war. Plodding and patient, he
Kworks his ten or twelve hours a day
back and forth botween dump and
gun position, mostly under shell-fire,
always through roads muddy and wet
So the long column moves onward
under the beckoning hand of the mil
itary policeman at the cross roads.
More lorries pass, filled with men all
singing lustily. Then come two
strange looking tractors hauling big
howitzers; a labdr batallion marching
forward to work and carrying shovels
instead of rifles; more mules; more
lorries, an endless procession al
ways going forward along this great
And the road itself, on which the
traffic never ceases day or night,
moves always, pushing further and
further forward to the East.
town guests will be HHsa rnrnn
'Kramer of St, Louis, who is the guest
oi ouiss jean jtfrignt.
Mrs. Wallace Wright of Signal
Mountain, Tenn., came Sunday to
visit her parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. A.
Freeman, and to see her brother,
Lieutenant-Waller Freeman, before
he leaves for France.
Miss Clare Louise Wallace of Oak
land. Cal.. arrived yesterday to visit
Mrs. Woodson Moss.
Half a Cent n Word a Day
ROOMS FOB BENT
ROOM for Rent 602 Conley.
Mrs. J. H. Este3 gave a line party
at the Columbia Theater yesterday
afternoon for her Sunday School
class. Those who attended were:
Misses Helen Chandler, Winifred Gib
son, Dorothy Meyer, Elizabeth North'
cutt, Bertha and Beatrice Kehr, Vir
ginia Peters, Juliet White, and Mar
Lieutenant Waller Freeman, son
of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Freeman, who
received his commission at the Sec
ond Officers' Training Camp at Sher
idan, 111., has left for an Atlantic
port after a month's visit with his
parents. He was the guest of honor
at a dinner given by his- parents
Christmas Day, with fourteen rela
tives as other guests.
Daily Hoover Hint
FOU RENT One room, 600 Conley.
TOR RENT One large south room for
two persons. 44S lilaclc. 013 8. I'iftn.
APABT3IEXTS FOB BENT
TOR RENT Four rooms with bath,
south exposure, third floor apartment.
Furnished or unfurnished. will give
possession Wednesday, December 12.
I'hone 1016 Red. 72tf
FOR our varied calls. Many war vacancies.
Missouri Teachers' Agency, Klrksvllle.
LOST AND FOUND
LOST Man's gold seal ring with fam
ily crest, Monday of this week. Liberal
reward offered for Its return. T-88
LOST Small tan leather pocketbook
with Initials E. R. and Minneapolis. Con
tains about $3. Dropped between Heti
Ier's and 017 South Fifth. Finder please
call at S17 South Fifth. IT2tf
LOST A Jeweled 11 Tbl pin.
leave at Mlssourlan or call OSS Red.
Your Boy Joined
The Missourian will take him
"the news from home"
The Evening Missourian
Daily except Saturdays and Holidays
One Hear, $2.50
This Special Offer to Our Soldiers and Sailors
Miss Elizabeth Harned of Bnnce
ton, a niece of Mrs. Walter Williams,
was married yesterday to Colonel R.
L. Harriman, also of Bunceton. Miss
Harned has visited Mrs. Williams sev
eral times and has many friends in
Columbia. She was head of the
primary department of the Bunceton
schools until the holidays. They will
live in Bunceton.
Announcements have been received
here of the marriage of Miss Mar
jorie .Ball and Lieutenant Robert
Lee Etter Jr., of Gallatin December
16, at the Hotel Mu'ehlebach in Kan
sas City. Miss Ball was graduated
from Christian College last spring
and was president of the student gov
ernment She has been teaching In
the Trenton High School. She is the
daughter of R. J. Ball, postmaster at
Gallatin, editor of the Gallatin Demo
crat. Lieutenant Etter was a student in
the University in 1915-16 and was a
member of the Sigma Chi fraternity.
He went to the First Officers' Train
ing Camp at Fort Riley where he re
ceived his commission. He is now
stationed at Camp Funston. Lieuten
ant Etter only received a leave of
twenty-four hours so they left imme
diately after the ceremony for Man
hattan. Lieutenant Etter's sister.
Miss Golden Etter is a student in the
Save Grease for Soap and Gunpowder.
Save grease for soap and gunpow
der by watching the garbage cans.
urges the state council of defense of
Oklahoma. Fully 4 per cent of gar
bage in many cities is grease, it says,
and city councils and voluntary or
ganizations should start campaigns
to reduce this form of waste.
Fewer Neglected Children in England.
(Correspondence of the Associated Frees)
LONDON, Dec 10. The number of
cases of neglect of children has
shown a remarkable decrease In
England since the beginning of the
war. In 1913 the number of cases
officially recorded was 54,000. Each
year since there has been a decrease,
until last year the number was less
For Better Photographs
A congenial place for
Hot Drinks, Fruits,
Eat Your Late Break
Miss Vadne Parmer is spending the
holidays in Harligen, Tex., visiting
her aunt, Mrs. Rader.
Mrs S. C. Hunt will give an infor
mal dance Monday night at the Kappa
Kappa Gamma house for her daugh
ter, Frances. About twenty couples
have been invited. One of the ot)t-ot-
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While you plan a fresh business start for
the New Year, over-haul your printing,
and brighten it up. A new lot of let
terheads, envelopes, billheads, package
labels and receipts, all standardized as
to paper, design and color, will help
you create the new business you hope
for in 19L8.
We'll be glad to help you design
,an assortment, and to'print it for you
in a first-class manner.
Virginia Buildine Phone 97
We Wish to Announce'
the Opening of the
Friday Afternoon, Dec. 28
3:45 to 5:15
Night Session, 7:30 to 9:30
Free Admission Skates 15c
on Opening Day
The afternoon sessions are largely for the convenience
and enjoyment of the ladies and children. Free ad
mission, afternoons; skates 15c. Night sessions ladies are admit
ted free, men and boys, 10 cents. Skates 15 cents to all.
We are experienced in this business. Our rink equipment is of the
best. We extend you a cordial invitation to visit our clean place of
Hippodrome Building, one door south of the Wabasb station.