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■ he went away. [ck again in her own corner, she down wearily. Returning from re her satchel lay, the girl, for she hardly more, slipped a warm, fluffy iter over shoulders too thinly clad, carefully adjusted over aged knees coat with its modest collar of velvet, paving the car a few hours later, she ed'the shoulder next the aisle and the coat more securely into place, ^out arousing the sleeper. awn found a bright November sun Jting Its way through the gloom of prday's storm. Outside the vast sta with its confusion and hurrying the woman stood gazing at that Iming white dome etched against the ning sky. In splendor it rose above fiim and silent chamber in whose ,ùows stood the simple bier so soon be the mecea of Americans paying ■age to him who represented the usands that filled unknown graves r there. .gain her hand seemed to rest lov ly upon a tousled shock of hair, while tubby, not overly clean finger, traced lesson of tomorrow and a sleepy boy's ce droned: "Washington is the Capital the United States." Then, that dome, tured in the much thumbed school >k, had meant nothing to her simple ther heart; now it stood for all her rid. iOng lines of men. women and chil n waited for the swinging open of the ivy bronze doors. Many carried nely flowers, to be added to blossoms eady in place... flowers which had omed in France and flowers brought their beauty from South Africa... | rounding that catafalque in the cen of the vast rotunda, guarded by five tionless comrades . . . comrades who uld keep this watch until he who slept >uld be carried away to sleep with time the quiet Virginia hills. Silently she joined them and imme ,tely behind her was a man who had scénded from a shinins: car which held Iriver in livery. )E doors swung open, and with rev erent tread the line that was to be ;mented throughout the daylight urs and far beyond twilight, started [>n its solemn pilgrimage. 51owly that line of sorrowing humanity ived on; old men. old women; women their widow's weeds, pale, sad-eyed, ne with a child clasped by the hand; ing girls, showing traces of sorrow; iing men, some in uniform. Tears earned unchecked as faces were turned farewell to that flower-canopied Tin. The line wound past a sheaf of scarlet >eM The woman sighed. They smelled e the roses on the tall bush by the chen door back home, the bush under lich Jimmy had played for hours, sift-' ; through his fingers the light, loamy soil, rendered vivid and fragrant with the fallen petals of the flowers. As she neared the mound she stumbled, and the man just a pace behind, reached out and took the grip from her unresist ing hngers. On she went with faltering feet. Sobs rose to her throat, but no tears must dim her sight. At last the goal was reached. She paused, but only for a moment. There was a restless movement of those who followed; all anxious to take their places beside the bier. Several times she looked back, un conscious of the guiding hand upon her arm. On moved that line, and without know ing how the distance was covered, she again· stood beneath chill November skies. The man had gently replaced the bag in her hand and lifting his hat left her. For a time she stood gazing with un seeing eyes over the tree tops, over the roofs of distant buildings, at that mighty shaft, which rose majestically against the blue; and on beyond at those distant hills which on the morrow would be the magnet for an even greater throng than that behind her. Tears dimmed her eyes, and conscious of a great weariness she found a seat in a sheltered spot. For hours she sat unheeding. Shadows were creeping rapidly over the scene. Lights were twinkling in distant win dows. Those who had earned their bread by daily toil hurried past to homes and waiting loved ones. Occasionally, from the words of passers-by, she learned that the line was still there, patiently, sorrow fully moving forward. It was now quite dark; she was chilled and weary, but no thought of seeking shelter came to her. A sob broke invol untarily from her throat. A woman's figure moved quickly across a lighted space, hesitated, passed on, then turned and came to her side. It was like her own. a black clad figure. "Are you in trouble? Can I help you?" It was a sweet, gentle voice.. .a mother's voice... and a hand rested upon hers. "I came to Jimmy...he's in there." She motioned to the building looming across the roadway. "I was in there this day. but now I must wait for the mor rnm " "He guards the sleeper?" asked the woman. "Oh, no! Jimmy's asleep there. I came on to be with him tomorrow. Jimmy always liked me near him, so I came all the way from home." "You must find a place for the night. It is too chilly for you here. Won't you come with me?" Surely she was a mother and had a mother's understanding. Picking up the satchel and helping the woman to rise she started slowly along the pathway leading to the nearest car line. Neither spoke as the car sped through brightly lighted thoroughfares until an old-fash ioned. tree-lined street beckoned them a welcome. Τ WAS a tiny room, poorly furnished, in which Jimmy's mother spent that troubled night. Sleep was fitful and the first break of day found her fully dressed and waiting. It was the best black silk, a touch of white at throat and wrist. Jimmy had liked her thus. A freckled faced boy emerged from the shadows of the landing and slipped his hand into hers as she descended the stairs. "Mom's gone to work, but she said I was to see that you had breakfast before you went out. There's coffee and hot cakes. The cakes are awfully good!" She allowed herself to be guided and when she had finished eating he pro duced a shabby cap and led her down the street. Gravely he gave instructions to the conductor where she was to trans fer. A working man, blue shirt open at the throat, dinner pail in hand, rose that she might be seated. Across the bridge spanning the beau tiful Potomac... only a picture to her until today. Jimmy would cross it soon. Gray and calm lay the water, here and there a tiny boat upon its bosom. when the car arrived at its destination a woman's white gloved hand led her across the street, through the maze of crowding humanity, and again it guided her steps as she neared Arlington, that vast camping ground of the dead. Caught in the swirl, she was only one of the many, but again that woman's hand guided her to a seat in the amphi theater, where, as yesterday, were thou sands of faces . . . men and women, old and young, all bearing the stamp of sor row and reverence. She never knew how long She waited. Lost in her thoughts time passed un heeded. Then to her ears came the strains of "The Star Spangled Banner." How Jimmy had loved it! Again she heard the words in his high boyish treble, as he drove old bossy up from the pasture. Later she had heard it in a man's deep bass as he stood straight and tall with the others Just before they marched away. From dream to dream she drifted, to be roused by a voice repeating words which have brought succor to many sor rowing hearts: "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Jimmy was on her knee, rosy warm from his Saturday night bath.. .head pil 9 lowed on her shoulder, repeating the golden text for the morrow. Again the voice: "Temper our sorrows, we pray Thee." It was Sunday. Jimmy was at her side In the pew in the little weather-beaten church over the hill. His round, shiny face, his eyes smiling sleepily at her above his blue sailor collar; his short, fat legs sticking straight out before him. It was warm in the church. There was the drone of bumblebees in the honey suckle just outside the window. The per fume was again in her nostrils. From the nearby farmyard came the crows of roosters, the cluck-cluck of mother hens calling to their chicks. She straightened up. It was not warm. A chill November wind stirred the scarf at her throat. Then it seemed as if a hand reached out and gently placed it more securely across her shoulders. The Marine Band, playing "America," carried her back to a June day. With what joy ι Jimmy had sung the anthem as he stood with the others of his class on the plat form when he had been graduated from high school. She had sold the spotteti heifer to buy that first long trousered suit. How proud of him she had been! Again words bringing comfort: "Thy will be done." There was Jimmy! Just a little boy. kneeling in the moonlight by the side ol his bed. A calm was upon her face, hei lips moved in prayer. She lingered long after the crowd had gone. Cold mists crept up from the river; lights gleamed here and there upon its surface. A boyish form, khaki clad, was at her side; a roice spoke out of the gathering gloom. "You had best go home now. the gates will close soon." A smile, u touch cl his cap and he turned away. Faintly she answered his smile, then started slowly along the path toward? the gate and car which would take her to the city, but not home. Home wa? where Jimmy was. Long after lights in nearby houses were out and distant noises of the city had hushed and the bells of midnight had rung, she knelt at the window of that room which she now knew, looked out across to those sacred hills. And while she knelt a voice came out of the gloom: "Woman, why weepest thou? Thy son liveth." The tears dried, the tense body relaxed, her lips moved in prayer. "Thy will be done." * » * » -j~HE sun had scarce reddened the woods and pastures of that familiar road when a woman's voice was heard in greeting. "You're back early. Mary." "Yes, Jane. Is all well with thee?' τ ARMY'S "HOLLYWOOD" Continued From Third. Page. In the use of motion pictures for instruction purposes. Since those pioneer days many subjects have become obsolete. In 1927 the War Department started a program for bringing the best of them up-to-date. Col. Walter Prosser, then in charge of the Signal Corps movie unit, began the practice, still maintained, of revising at least three silent films each year. WHEN Hollywood launched talking pictures the Army movie moguls naturally wanted to add sound effects to some of their old silent films and later on, perhaps, to produce full length talkies. About 1930 the Signal Corps acquired a com plete unit of sound-recording apparatus. How ever. it was all too obvious that considerable groundwork In the new movie science was needed. Whereupon an arrangement was made with the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for practical training in Hollywood on an average of once every two years of a selected Army officer. The general plan was to send such a man to the cinema capital for a period of six to eight months, after which time he would return to Washington as a technician for the Signal Corps mcvie unit. Capt. Hoorn was the first officy to invade Hollywood for this pùrpose. Upon completion of his "course" in June. 1931. he was detailed back here and placed in charge of the Army's training film program. Capt. Gillette was next to be honored. He went West in the Pall of 1932 and spent six months in the major studios under the acad emy sponsorship. Now. as already pointed out, he's an executive at the Signal Corps' movie laboratories. At the present time First Lieut. Charles S. Stodter is "going Hollywood'' in this way. ι ne luaiueu euui i. a 111111 icieaseu mic 111 1931, was more of a "squeakie" than a talkie. Known officially as "The Tactical Employment of a Battery of 155-Millimeter. Guns Traction Drawn," it was a two-reeler that simply utilized off-stage monologue. The next offering of the Hollywood-trained technicians, also a two reeler. and using the same simple method of off-stage voice effects, dealt with the use of anti-aircraft artillery. It was released early in 1932. In the Spring qf 1933 the first really am bitious effort at actual sound dialogue in an Army training film was made in a subject entitled "Communication Within the Infantry Regiment." A flve-reeler, this. Now, It is important to note, the Army megaphone wield ers had developed a regular technique, a pro cedure to be followed for future service movie*. It involved a combination of dialogue and monologue. The general plan from now on. as explained by Capt. Hoorn, is to produce at least four new features each year and revise and add sound effects to some three or more silent films. Last year the Army producers fell a trifle below their prescribed quota. But thus far this year five new subjects have already been filmed and distributed to the various training branches of the service. Three other films are being revised. The Signal Corps' movie men go "on location" to the various key posts and service schools located at strategic points throughout the coun try. These include the Infantry School at Fort. Benning. Ga.: the Coast Artillery School at Fort Monroe, Va.: the Cavalry School at Fort Riley. Kans . and the Field Artillery School at Fort Sill. Okla. There are no leading ladies in the military films. However, there is an ample supply of dashing officers and enlisted men to choose from. True, their roles are not a part of ro mance as we ordinarily conjecture the term. Nevertheless the service actors go through their linss and scenes as tf brought up on grease paint. In a genuine sense they are real troupers. No producing studio would be judged as Strictly up to date without its corps of trick camera artists. In this respect the Signal Corp» laboratory is not found lacking. Two artists. Technical Sergt. Robert E. Lloyd, and Vernon Snow (civilian), spend most of their time mak ing queer-looking drawings and cutouts that are used in devising animated scenes that work on the same principles as those employed by the Walt Disney studios. Just a few words about the Army Motion Picture Service, which owns an enormous chain of movie theaters on a Nation-wide scale and actually makes it all pay. 'The object is to help maintain good morale by furnishing finest films rented from the com mercial big-wigs at posts, camps and station# of the Army in the continental limits of th· United States and Alaska. Branch offices of the Α. Μ. Ρ S. are located as follows: New York City, which serves the 1st and 2nd Corps Areas; Washington, D. C., which serves the 3rd and 4th Corps Areas: St. Louis, which serves the 5th. 6th and 7th Corps Areas: Dallas. Tex., serving the 8th Corps Area, and Seattle, serving the 9th Corps Area. The showing of all films supplied by the serv ice is in a theater, amusement hall or other properly equipped building known officially as the War Department Theater. Tin Imports Heavy "THE self-sufllciency ol the United Sta le* h decidedly lacking In one Important detail, a supply (rf tin. In the fiscal year of 1933, the last for which records are complete, the United States imported 03,718 tons while pro ducing only 2.4 tons. The value of the imported metal exceeded $51.000,000. The importance of secondary tin is evident, under the circumstances, 1933's produi t ion of the recovered metal amounting to nearly 20,· 000.000 tons. Two large industries are de· pendent on tin, the automobile and the foe4 paeking industries.