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American Youths Soon Fall Into
Free and Easy Life of
thp Soldier.
•••hi le 80 Commonplace That None
•f Townspeople 6top to Look on,
Even When They Take to
"Reading" 8hirt«.
W^th the American Army,—It hasn't
tafren Iouk for American youths to be
come acclimated to the free-and-easy
Uvea of soldiers. They are as frnuk
and afe open and as shameless as their
French brothers in arms, and a good
deal more so than their British com
A convoy of American troops halts
for a few hours' rest lu some French
town, not too far from the front but
that the distant rumble of the inces
sant cannonade can be heard, with oc
casionally the alternating buzz-buzz
of a Boche airplane and the dull boom
of the archies hurled skyward at it.
After "chowlng" at the rolling kitch
ens that accompany them and washing
up their moss kits, the doughboys usu
ally turn to their toilets. Even though
they are parked In the shade under the
tall trees around the public square of
the town, that doesn't feaze them a
Jit. They unpack their safety razors,
their shaving soap and brushes and
proceed to shave then and there. I
Often the doughboys- strip to the
waist and engage in the pleasing pas
time of "reading their shirts," as
American hoboes term it. For, no
matter where a number of men are
congregated without women to tidy
up jitter them, they are bound to have
"Cooties," the doughboy!* call fleas
•and body lice and other forms of an
imal life that inhabit their garments.
Whenever they catch a particularly
large specimen they examine it close
ly and announce that It Is of Gorman
origin, has escaped from the Boche
trenches and has the Iron Cross stamp
ed on its back.
If the Yanks bivouac near a stream
everybody takes a dip right away.
Their officers always Insist that tlm
wCn wear some sort of a breech clout
in swimming, so the doughboys usu
ally keep on the drawers of their B.
V. D.'s and then stand naked on the
bank of the stream waiting for them
to dry In the sun.
In the line the men shave every
day when it is possible, because they
have learned from the French that a
gas mask fits tighter if there is no
stubble of beard on the chin to let
the deadly fumes seep In- and burn
them. They have become used to their
respirators very quickly and wear
them 24 hours at a stretch without
It bothering them.
it is such a commonplace sight that
none of the townspeople stop to look
on. The French children—"les gosses,"
as the Yanks have already learned to
call them in true French argot—gather
round, but that Is ail.
"Read" Their Shirts.
Then one doughboy who thinks he is
a barber enters the nearest house and
borrows a chair. He places it on a
box and administers haircuts to such
subjects as will take a chance on his
handiwork with the scissors. These
amateur barbers are not so bad, ei
ther, clipping off the hair close, so the
doughboys stand less chance of hav
ing gas stick in their hair.
Adopt British Custom.
They have also adopted the British
custom of merely nipping the nose
clutch on their nostrils and placing
the breathing plug In their mouths
without strapping the headgear over
their cranlums every time a gas alert
Is sounded.
If gas really materializes they pro
ceed to adjust the mask according to
regulations, otherwise they unsnip the
noseplece and spit out the mouth plug
and go on about thtlr affairs. Any
time a dud shell lands—one that fails
to explode—it Is likely to be mistaken
for a gas shell and the alarm sounded.
Nearly all of the doughboys In the
line wrap their tin hats with burlap
or some other material to cover the
metal, as in walking through the
treuclies If one's helmet strikes u wire
or some projection It rings like a bell
and Is often taken as a signal to open
Are by some Boche sniper lurking
hidden and camouflaged In No Man's
A stray bullet striking a barbed
wire strand makes a ping that can
be heard half a mile, and If one strikes
a steel hat it souuds like a village fire
alarm bell.
jM 1 trr 11111 ni»»iiH*nfi
Cleveland, O.—"If this be war,
to hell with peace!"
This is an extract from a let
ter written by Lieut. O. W. Con
nelly to friends here from his
billet In Italy, describing the
welcome accorded the first
American troops to arrive in
that country. His letter stated
that the soldiers were deluged
with flowers, fruits and gifts as
4§ they marched along and were
tendered several banquets and
To Stop Death Under Fifty.
London.—Death under fifty must be
prevented. Sir George Newman, In
making a health report to the board of
education, lays down this aim. All
medical education, he argues, is build
ed primarily on the curing of disease,
not Its prevention. Examination of
records shows, says Sir George, that
most fatalities under fifty are more or
less directly preventable.
In the six years from 1911 to 1917
membership In trade unions in Canada
has grown from 133,1312 to 204,030.
SaWier'Wins Admiration of Com
rades Through Cheerful
ness in Hospital.
J-our Operations Were Too Much for
Strength of Non-Com. Who Was
Wounded in Action at'
Chateau-Th ierry.
An American Hospital in France.—
"No. they're not going to bring the
sergeant back to the ward, boys."
These were exactly the words the
nurse used. But the tone of her voice
and the look in her eyes said more.
Delivery of letter* tnm home Is a great event "over there." Here are
aboira the happyooanteaaacea of American Bid Groat (hnS«w vpM tM
The little group In the ward which
had been playing cards on one of the
beds to forget th* tension' they felt
while the sergeant's operation was
taking place, stopped suddenly, all at
ttntion, all hungering for good newv
"You don't mean the sergeant's
gone, do you?" exclaimed one.
"Yes, boys, the sergeant's gone. Four
operations were just too much for his
strength. He never regained conscious
He Was Game Boy.
"Gee, the sergeant's gone," huskily
said a chap with one leg gone, "he sure
was a game hoy."
"He was the best fellow I ever
Kntw." said another, "and the cheer
fulest, too. I'^£ seen them dressing
his leg time and again, and gosh! but
it hurt. But did the sergeant ever
say anything? Not the sergeant—he
never batted an eye,"
"Just to think," mused a third, "It
wasn't half un hour ago when we
1^^ $
satf Mm go out. shouted, 'Good
luck, Sar«e. when the stretcher was
carried through the door, and he
smiled and said: 'Thanks, I'll be back
in a few minutes with you.'"
Ttf»* sergeant was Frank Carbaugh
of Greencastle, Pa., a member of the
Seventh Macliine-Gun Sanitary detach
ment. No mother ever reared a braver
The sergeant, who was a mathemat*
les teacher before the war. was
wounded when his outfit was rushed
into action negr Chateau Thierry.
N'qne of his hunkles knew Just how,
because, as one of them explained,
"the sergeant wasn't the kind of a
fellow who'd talk of himself. You
can bet he was wounded doing some
thing for somebody, though."
They did know that the sergeant lay
ou in the open a long time after lie
was wounded. Medical records show
that. His left leg was badly smashed,
and they operated at the first hospital
lie reached. But gangrene had set
in. and four operations had followed.
They have had lots of brave pa
tients that doctors and nurses and
patients admired alike In that hos
pital, hut never one Just like the ser
The little group sitting on the cots,
w'th the nurse, had been talking of
t\e sergeant for a loner time, when
one of the boys said: "You ought to
write to his mother. Miss Cutter. The
sarge thought the world of his moth
I'm going to," replied. the nurse.
"Yon boys write ont what you thlnli
oi the sergeant, and I'll send that,
What the Boys Wrote.
Wtilffn Nfwipaixr link*
Miss Caroline Stevens, daughter of
Mrs. lUchard Stevens of New York and
Newport, who return**! to this country
recently from France, where she drove
an ambulance at the front for many
The boys did, and here are a few
lines from them:
Private Elmer TTyland wrote: "I was
with him as soon as he came from the
operation, and I cried when he went,
lie was a great .boy—a clean fellow
through and through. I wish my foot
was so I* could walk with him to the
Wagoner John Trask wrote: "Our
-•ergeant is gone. Why, loved that
fellow like my own brothers. I've
seen other fellows go, but I never
f«lt like this."
Sergeant Vincent Saner wrote: "I
never felt worse since I came In the
light. He was game to the last al
ways cheerful, and when I called 'Good
luck to you,' he answered: 'Thanks.
I'll be O. K. soon.' We always had
fun around his bed he was so cheer
ful. He was one of the finest fellows
1 ever knew."
Arthur Stain, who knew the ser
geant better than the rest, the boys
!»ny, because 'he and the sarge liked
to dabble in poetry,' wrote a poem to
send the Sergeant's mother.
They buried the sergeant in the lit
tle American graveyard in a pretty
ijnrraine valley, with an American flag
«»'.er tlifc, coffin, as IS soldiers fired
three shots over the grave and the
titogler gave "taps." Then some of
•Iwt boys whose Injuries permitted
their attending the funeral, gathered
Dower* In the valley and the nurses
Young Boche Airman fteafly tfe
served Better Luck.
As It Was, the Youth Pf ofeatafy Only
Escaped Ignominious Personal CHm»
tisemsnt by Being Made a
Prisoner of War.
Although he was a boche we ad
mired his audacity. He came hum
ming out of the summer blue on a
sultry afternoon, swooping from no
where right in the inner guard of half
a dozen of our unsuspecting kite bal
loons. Swift and straight as a falcon
he dived, and at the rattle of his ma
chine gun and the flash of his tracer
bullets pigmy figures strangely agitat
ed came bobbing and gyrating earth
ward under their spreading para
Whirr! went his gun, and bilT, went
the first balloon, a thin train of fire
leading to a scarlet blaze and a gos
samer wreckage. Before one could
count twelve a second sausage had
shriveled into skin and the Hun plan^
was making tracks for home.
The "Archies" had been taken by
surprise. For a moment It looked as
if the unwelcome visitor would reach
his lines. But suddenly the "Archies"
ceased firing, and it was then we saw
a British plane pursuing at a pace
that could only have one result. The
German "side-stepped" twice by in
tention and once involuntarily. He
smashed into a cottage like a goat but
ting through a fence, his propellers
going through the thatched roof and
his rudder cocking up in the air. The
solitary pilot was*pitched into a cor
ner of the long orchard, little the
worse for his fall. He was a small,
thin, rather mean-looking young man,
and he blinked stupidly at the re
mains of what had once been an air
plane. A little dog barked at him,
half a dozen fust?y hens scolded him,
and a very angry and very determined
old lady came out of the cottage to
investigate him.
She was a typical Flemish dame,
massive of build, tenacious In charac
ter and practical In all things. Delib
erately and of set purpose she ad
vanced on the dazed airman. She
caught him by the collar of his tunic.
She shook her fist in his face, and she
asked him in the incisive vernacular
of the Flemish peasant what he
meant by smashing up her house. She
ordered him to look at the mess he
had made, calculated the cost and de
manded payment, all in a breath. She
heaped insults on him, his parents and
his airplane.
As she talked all the glory of war
and the spirit of conquest evaporated
from the flying Hun. He shrank till
he looked like a small boy caught In
a mean theft his airplane, with its
gaudy splashes, resembled a broken
toy, and he tugged ruefully at his hair,
and flushed and stammered and edged
cautiously away.
As he retired the old woman ad
vanced, and I am convinced that but
for the prompt arrival of a guard of
grinning Tommies she would have
spanked that unhappy Teuton youth.
Never did a man surrender so eagerly.
When he and his escort had de
parted the dame "shooed" away the
hens and then industriously picked up
the assorted fragments of the airplane
for firewood.—Montreal Herald.
Tunes for Tanks,
Probably no more unique donation
has ever been made for the amuse
ment of soldiers than one of $50 re
cently given by a charitably disposed
lady for gramophone records to equip
a tank.
Other donations which have come to
light from time to time have not
lacked an element of the picturesque,
as, for Instance, the supplying of a
hospital in Paris which was filled with
African troops with 700 fans. They
were so appreciated during the sum
mer months that the hospital appealed
for more. Not long ago a French offl
cer Issued an appeal for games for
his men. In one regiment in which
most of the soldiers were fathers of
families the preference was for bowl
ing. The trench does not make a bad
Women's Club Markets Own Products.
The women of a Tennessee home
demonstration club are marketing their
own vegetables, small fruits, eggs,
poultry, butter and cottage cheese
with the help of the local home dem
onstration agent. A table has been
secured for them at the entrance to
the market house, where the products
are attractively displayed. Since none
of the women had experience in dress
ing fowls for market, the agent called
a meeting at one of the homes and
showed them the proper way to kill
and dress poultry. The club members
are making a specialty of week-end
baskets. Ordinary peck baskets are
used and are filled to order to meet the
tastes of the purchasers.
Cub Bear Caused Excitement.
A cub bear, about ten months old,
caused much excitement at Moose
Lake, Minn., the other day when it
walked into town and scratched at the
back door of a local restaurant. The
cook thought It was the owner's dog.
Her discovery that it was not began a
series of activities in ihe kitchen
which could have been equaled only
by the bursting-df a high explosive
shell. When the cause of the disturb
ance was learned the men of the town
formed an escort and drove the cnb
bock to Its haunts. Bear* in
Iff One Thinks It Can Be, Here le a
Little List to Be Used as a
Gel a smite In ydur voice, an e»
change suggests.
When you talk over the telephone.
When your wife tells you what yol
ought to have done and you try to ex*
plain why you didn't.
When your little boy asks you tot
something and you have to refuse.
When a confused woman with a
scrambled mind is buying at your
counter and doesn't know what she
When you're selling tickets at the
railway window and an Irritating pur
chaser is asking forty-nine useless
When you tell the waiter to hurry
aloug with the food, as you have an
When you call up the grocer and
tell him that the things you ordered
two hours ago haven't come yet, and
her« it is about dinner time.
When you're a policeman and tell
an automobilist that he can't park
there, but must go over to the other
side of the street.
When you're an usher in a theater
and ask somebody to rise so that some
other people may pass.
When you take your husband out in
to the next room and ask him why he
brought those men to dinner without
letting you know, so you could have
prepared for them.
When you inform the young man
that while you cannot love him as he
arks, yet you will he a sister to him.
When you tell Willie and the neigh
bor boys not to rehearse the battle of
the Somme on the front porch.
When you tell the bore. "Don't go.
Here Is your hat."
When you're busy and worried and
somebody asks you foolish question
No. 96.
When you meet an old friend unex
Wrhen the hired girl tells you she Is
sorry, but the roast Is burnt.
When the pup has gone off with
your overshoe, or your young son has
made Ink marks all over an Important
paper on your
Smile when you say It. You'd just
as well. And don't you forget the tele
Ancient Czecho-Slovaks.
The Czechs are an ancient race.
They were flourishing In Bohemia
away back In the fifth century before
Christ, and they have always been
noted for their progressive spirit, for
their longings in the direction of lib
eralism and democracy, and above all
for their industrial and commercial
enterprise, thanks to which they have
been for the past 400 years the eco
nomic backbone of the Hapsburg mon
They were Independent, and there
fore unfettered, until they foolishly
elected Emperor Ferdinand of Aus
tria as their ruler in 1520, not only
because he was married to the daugh
ter and heiress of St. Wenceslaus, but
also because he solemnly pledged him
self to respect their national rights and
liberties. Needless to add that Ferdi
nand I failed to keep his promises.
This Is a peculiarity of the house of
Hapsburg, which Is at laBt to bring
ruin upon their empire.
Excuses Somewhat "Fishy."
Two men, who are quite well off,
but very miserly in their expenditure,
met recently in the gallery of A the
Each was annoyed to be seen by the
other in the cheapest place of the
"What brings yon here?" each asked
the other.
"To tell the truth," said the first,
"I've got a fearful cold in my head,
and as the heat ascends, I came up
here where It is warm. Besides, I'm
a terrible sufferer from rheumatism.
But what brings you here?"
"My opera glasses!"
"Your opera glasses?"
"Yes: they enlarge too much. I
can't see from the boxes what is going
on on the stage. I have to come up
here In the gallery to be able to see
with them at all!"
-Edible Fish In Bosporwe,
Dr. William W. Peet. who recently
returned to the United States from
Turkey, says that there are 80 va
rieties of edible fish In the Bosporus.
During normal times great wagonloads
of these flsh were carried through
Constantinople. A flsh 20 inches long
often sold for the equivalent of five
csnts. The poor were thus able to
obtain food for very little money. To
day a similar flsh Is sold for ten times
the usual price. "This is not because
there are fewer flsh in the Bosporus,"
said Doctor Peet. "but because there is
no longer an adequate suiply of fish
Much Hcney in Australia.'
The supply of sugar in Au^tpalla In
as limited as it Is here, but one part,
the state of New South Wales, has
an abundance of sweet on hand. It
is honey. A record crop was gatb&wd
last vear and next month this Kfttoc'i
crop will be collected.
or you can't find
your bat although you are positive you
hung It right there, or the missus Is
not ready and you have barely time
now to get to the show if you would
see the first act, or you have to tell
your clerk the same thing the tenth
time, or you have done a fine act with
the best of intentions and find you're
In the wrong and everybody blames
you for It.
headache* disappeared. I gained te
weight and feel fine ao I can boneatly
recommend Lydfk E. Pinkham'a Vega
woman who Jl
[ra. Adkuns &
Every day our wonder Increases all
cur Father's never-failing goodnesaf
at the discovery of new virtues and
powers in some life where they havw
long been dormant, or in some new
beauty of this wonderful world that
we had long viewed with unseeinfj
yes. We need hearing ears and seO*
eyes if we would acquire knowl
edge In the school of life. We need tw
our hearts fjodward every monk*
Ing and say: "Lord make ine teachable
"My aged grandfather often sald'tia
me. "George, I learn something new
every day." Ah is not every day a
fresh age of life? Is It not half tha
charm of life to know that each dewy
morning is a door opening Into a woi*
derful field where we have not yol
walked: where the flowers of knowt*
edge bloom, and there nre new taska
awaiting us and new lessons to b»
I earned ?—Exchange.
A former sergeant, who bad
been "busted" and who carried fresli
in his mind memories of a court"
martial, was lifted wounded from th0
ambulance at a field hospital la
France. He was grinning.
"Well," he said, "here's one strip*
they can't take away from me."
Mrs. Lynch Fi
Proridsaca, I.—"I waa all tm
down ia health, waa nervooa, had bead
aches, my back
ached all toe t*—mi
I waa tired and had
no ambition for any
thing. I had takes
a number of madi*
dnea which did aM
no good. One day
I read about Ljdia
E. Pinkham'a Veg*»
table Compound and
what it had done for
women, ao I tried
it My nervonsneea
and Backache and
One Better. y
Tw got a tireless conker to SBf.
"I'll go yon one better. I've"a amoke*
less husband In mine.*4
morning cup is
(•you makt
btverafU to'Sw
Providence, R.L
Backache and nervoosnaaa are
toma or nature'a wantage,
dicate a functional disturbance or aft
unhealthy condition which often devaP
ope intc a more serious ailment
/Women in thia condition ahonld net
continue to drag along without help, bat
profit by Mrs. Lynch s experience, ani
try this famous root and herb renM
Lydia E Pinkham'a Vegetable
pound—and for special advice write i
LydiaE PinkhamMed.Ca,Lynn,]
Soothe Your I
/r Itching Skin
Each Day Gives Opportunity to Learf*
a New Lesson, Even Though
End Is Near.
We did not ask to be born and have
our names entered in the school ofc
Ufe—but here we are—willing or utfr»
willing pupils, which Is it? Are w#
learning life's lessons cheerfully, glad
'y, optimistically or do we chafe and
fume and fret and worry? There ara
so many lessons and life Is so short.
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