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Keep Your Darned Rhine ALFRED DE MUSSET lives in literary nicmory as a pcrfumed and languid poet; but history ol'ten does some strange, upsct ung things to tradition. Tlie following poem is so far from his best known work that merely by comparison it is interest jng, without addirrg tlie interest attach np to tlie events that producod it. Thc pocins wcrc printed recently in "Thc ?oo IX cning Bulletin." The German Rhine By Nikolaua llcckee \\ nfwv shall be France's, The frrc, thc German Rhine, raven-like s he glance And croaks her foul design. So long as calmly gliding If wears its mantlc grccn, So long as oar dividing Its mirrored wave is seen; It never shall bc France's, The free. tbe German Rhine, So long as youtb enhanccs lli.- fcrvor with its wine. So long as. sentry kecping. The rocks its margin stud; . ii long aa. spires are steeping Their imagc in its flood; It never shall be France's, Thc freo, thc German Rhine, So long as festivc dances Its lovcr-groups combinc; ?0 long as angler bringeth Its lusty trout to thore, So long as minstrel singeth Ita praise from door to door. It never shall he France's, Tbe free, the German Rhine, Until its broad expanse is Its last defender's shrine. The Reply By Alfred Musset German Rhine has been ours before! 1: has served our wassail bowls to fill. inging its praise from door to door Kfface the boof-prints legible still, Of our cavalry cbarge that bathed its left bank in your gore? German Rhine has been ours before! On it breast the wound yet gapeth conquering Conde made when he 3 I'C its mantle of green to the.fur thtr side; ?"lae the sire has ridden, shall the ?c. fot ride once more? ir GetV.an Rhine has bee.n ours before! Of your German virtues what remains \V| en ai ross its flood our lcgions pour And the Empire overclouds your plains? a ail your men have i'ailen, have other men in store'.' V" ir German Rhine has been ours before! If ye your annals would i'ain foi'gel Vour daughters ??emember the days of yore, And wish the Frenchman among the ? ? om youi vinl agi white they wei ? always blithe to pour. R your German Rhine lie yours om more, Then wash your liveries in its tide; But pitch your arrogance somewhal lower! Can you recall with generous pride Vour myriad raven-beaks that drank tha dying Eagle*s gore? May your German Rhine flow evermor. In peace; and rnodestly may each pii Be mirrored fair in its glassy floor! But, oh, keep down your bacchanal fire Which else may rouse to life again thc Metor hearts of yore. Those Devil-Dogs YVrITH al! due honor and respect to our other fighting forces, thc ma f are the American favorites, and >torieg about them are always in order. A recent one i "Those Marines," by G. .V. Garvin in "The National Marine." Ibing the joyous preparations of a coii>;ijfnment of marines to sail from Quantico, Ya., for France, Mr. Garvin *ays: MSo thiy grinned and were happy. They *ere going into danger; they only laughed ?'? it. They were a part of an organi/.aUon itut weaklings would have feared. Their ?T.r.- i-n'j number was thirteen, and it 3 o'clock on the morniiii; of Friday, tne XUh. Vet they had chosen this day to ??Wk on the greatcat trip of their lives! 'Juat like a bunch of Marines,' chuckled ?? onlooker. 'The only way thirteen can ??* ?? a hoodoo will be to the Kaiser. Al r??t>y ].,,. Sften th<rn Kyta\<,nK haridM with *?eh other thirteen times, *)apping each ?*??* ?n the back thirteen times, singing ?' wnu and 1 know of onc fi How *^o tried lo take thirteen black cats along. '^y're planning to make the trip in thir w?b days and that will land them in *<-?ace or. a da-c that's twics thirteen the "r>^- But .?.'? just like 'em!' 'Tha blurred forms of many men were *urrying n)or,ti now. Great fine* liad ">?'"H;d; there came the sound of harp com ""Hs. the elattering 0f the rifiea, the "?neb|r.g 0f thouuanda of those hobnailed r"">u npon tbe gr?v?i then the ?tordy ?*?ll ef thousands of volee,,, alnging, e|ng< ??* ln the mqenlight n% thc mm msrened ***/ to tfacir eatrainment/' Heroes on New York's Own Chemin des Dames Impressions From the Pencil of Nelson Greene, Reproduced From "The Righl-AbouF\ a New Paper Published by Soldiers for Sotdier-Palients at Debarkation Hospitals No. L No. 3 and No. 4, New York City 50 zSHB SAYS TO Mg. *WMCH6R MONSIEUR YAHfe, O.GWM, me mmz-vom rnvnf i^olow i'THEN iauSrSRKUfTOUf (| &<*- LASTllMEvi ft* A y ^ywwi-51 ?fc\A ftuooy* PAL~^ One of the boys who kept Heave Ho! e Salty Mai Two poems by Howard Dietz from "Navy Life." The drawings are by CNeill. The Nautical Muse HAIL! ERE'S to tbe gob, on land or ou sea - Tbe sailor who's keeping the world's waters free. Tiie salties who peddle their sandpaper necks Are there with the "bright work" and swabfiing down decks. They've shown all their foemen the way they raise hob; Thcy'vc convoyed across an American mob That made the damned Kaiser grow sick of his job ? So here's to the gob! Here's to the gob, abroad or at home! He's brought about peace on a turbulent foam; flc's served in thc trench with the. English and i'lcnch Wiieti lighting's the game hc is shy of the bench, For tho sailor'a a mixer and never a snob? He'll light witb a highbrow as well as a slob, Especially Germans who murder and rob ? So here's to thc gob! Here's to the gob?whatever his rate, Apprentice or fireman or seaman or mato; UcV; given his trlfle to help win thc war, . . i i ?. \i\\ i i n'i .ia,, one i torc. So ml up your goblotfi- drink toast to the gob. The Knight of thc Mop and thc Czar of the Swabl Tbe time ia for luughtcr and nary a sob ? Bo here's lo tbe gob! Cho W HE food that onc gets in the army or navy- - Tbe beans and the soup and the meat and the gravy, Tl.c rice and the spice and the stew nnd the bread? ls classiried under the general head Of "Chow." You quit sleep at five and you start it at nine; You work like a Turk and you limber your spinc; You go through tbe mill of a vigorous drill, But though you're exhausted you still get a fil! Of "Chow." It sounds Oriental, but tastes very ploaeant. You never get rilets or turkey or pheasant, But when it comes down to the crux of the matter Tberc's only one title that goes with a platter Of "Chow." What matters the dresa of the mess anyhow? Just serve up the cabbage or serve up the cow. The !ad in the serviee will gobble it in_ llc never holds back when it's time for tbe li Of "Chow." The Buzz That Won HERE is a picture of home wending British marines with real, authentic flavor. It is contributed by "Bish" to "The Spectator" (London) : What is it that No. 1 is whispering into thc pilot'a ear. and why does No. t's scr vant shortly after break into the marines' mess and cause the faccs of the inhabitai ts thereof to shine? There's no mystery about it; it's the beginning of a buzz, and it's just getting a really hcalthy start on it. A buzz is a valuable thine to a ship. It's about equal to the last edition of an even? ing paper with a startling hit of news in tlie stop-press. It may, and probably will, be contradicted in the morniiiif, but it pro v des splendid amusement while it lasta. It: may bc about anything or nothing. Like a rumor in an Eastern bazaar, it travels with the speed of thc telegraph. Anyhow, life would be a dull concern these days without a hcalthy buzz. The ono that No. t is promulgating this morning is thci most popular, the most often-proved-wrong. thc most inspiriting of all the genue. "1 tell you it's a dead snip. pilot, a moral ccrt. January! I've written to Gieve for n new monkey jacket. I wonder if that show with Elsie Janis in it will still be on" "Steady, old dear. This is the fifth time in, thc last three months, to my knowledi;.. that you've ordered something new for you:* wardrobc and inquired what's on at the Palace, and all on the strength of some roi tcn buzz. Anyhow, what arc you going on. this tiinc?" * Xo. l's answer almost coi, vinces thc cynical navigator. "The boai swain and the carpenter have been told to get out lists of what they want done the rcfit." This is good enough, and r>fl go the amiable friends, not to suggest a. rumor to their messmates, but to annoui???? a fact. "What a frowst there is in hen Do open the scuttles, then you'll be able m bear tlie good tidings. A drop of Iraf in January." The paymaster, in the most com fortable armchairs, per usual, openlng one eye, remarked, with that innate court' which distinguishes nic?smates of three years' standing: -"You're a liar, No. 1, and the Father of Lies. That buz? has goc whiskcrs on it." Thus thc wardroom and thc lower dock with but little differenc No. l's scrvant, on bringing thc news to No. 6 mess, is greeted with the remark, "You're a ruddy liar, Alf." Only one word different. Still, it must bc confessed in common fairr.ess to No. 1 that he was ncarer the mark than usual, as wc ?'?r? ordered to our rent within three mon of his stated time. Speaking of Grand Opera And Music The scene at the station of thc God forsaken spot where wc enlrain for our leave is a cheery one. A long speeial ii drawn up ready, and this is to bo ovv home for the next twenty hours or so until the dear west country is reached. Tlio> matelot proceediiifr on leavi' does not leav? himself unprovided for. Rulky packages -?'' food are placed on the raeks, tobacco pouches rcsembling suitcases arc got ready for use, and musical instruments i?lendedl for lighter moments arc displayed, and b fore leaving the station thoroughly test Nebuchadnezzar's private orchestra would have looked silly besid" our little lot. countcd two cornets, threo concertinas. banjo. two gramephones < would any onc!' a bluejacket take a gruinophone a few !,, dred miles on fourteen days' leave! i . piccolo, two violins and "other music. ' mostly mouth organs. Xoticing that my carriage was in close proximity tc the e n-e of the musical world, I anticipatcd s.o:n<? harmony somewherc south of Pcrth, and i this I was not disappointed. At the principal stations on our jour-.-? t south we indulge in playful badinage v the local inhabitants. Jumper Collis i.s ouH leading hand at this and has a reputat i to keep up. At Pcrth he entered into ant intimate and friendly discussion of ra'i way strikes with a uniformed official, who/ received his efforts but ill. I only cauj,:'it5 the last few words of Jumper's addre^-. "You go 'ome and tell your old 'ooman to have you insured, for with a face like thati you might go off at any minute." To my mind it seemed a little personal, but th? train rocked with laughter, so I suppose ". was all right. At C'arlisle pleasantri ?? were exchanged between Jumper and a faitf malden in charge of a refreshment truck. We had been north some time, and had not yet got accustomed to the fair and just prices charged for things. Jumper, allud ing to the lady as "Sybil, dear," asked her yfor a banana, and on being told that five ? pence was a fair price, remarked, in what) the Blue thinks is a Piccadilly swell's voice: "No, dearest, you rnisunderstand me. ( wish to buy one banana, not a plantation.*' But What Need Of Sleep? From what I could gather on that trip, rr.v shipmates never slept. Thc night was mudo hideous by "Little Gray Homes in the West" on cornets, imitation of church bells ou tho concertinas, and, crowning indignity. Intermezzo from "Cavallcria Rusticana.'' by some sportsman on a banjo. At Bri-io! we began to lose some of our number, and I began to thir-k we should lose more, a? it seemed necessary for the whole trainloa-1 to get out and personally conduct thn ; twelve Bristol men to the exit. The first big exodus was at Exeter, where w? left a goodly number to brighten homes at Ottcrv St. Mary, Budleigh, Exmouth, and otbeo small places that helped to man our floeu ' At last. wcary. but happy, we steamed into North Road Station, and as we rollcd ii? a roar went up which shook the whole roof, The platform was almost as packed a>. th,] train. Women and children swarmed lis.j locusts. Every one seemed to know oveiy ; one else. I myself saw one P. O., whom K j had always thought of as rather a rhy main | kias six different women. and I believe only one belonged to him. Off they ?H went, cheery, laughing groups, and it made my heart all warm. 1 had lived with thos? men for three yeari, I'd seen them in faiw nnd foul weather, I knew nicst of tbeitf troubles, and, above all, I loved thom. God* speed, shipmates mine. o\i your rrov !eJ 1 diu-s of Impiiincss you've a.;i:^u U. C