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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 15, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 16

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Here is one of
the first actual pic
tures of the excit
ing scenes that are
now being enacted
by our "boys in
blue" along tli e
tense Mexican border-line.
This photograph
has just arrived
from W. H. Dur
borough, our staff
started his rush to
the border a week
ago when the Mexican situation, now
at the highest point of tension, began
to assume a heavy strain.
He is living in camp with, the U. S.
soldiers, watching their gun practice
and sham battles and hearing the
latest "reports." He writes that our
men are trained to the limit and are
"aching for some excitement?
The whole border, he declares,
seems waiting for the word "go,"
and in such an event Durborough
will be the very first to cross.
His camera, then, will tell you the
real story of the initial battle.
To keep track of the movements
of the "boys in blue" watch the Day
Book for Durborough's pictures.
Action is the order of the day with
the great number of American troops
who are mobilized along the Mexican
border and who wait momentarily
the call-to-arms. Each day the infan
try engages in heavy mock skir
mishes and battles; the upper picture
showing a company "leading the at
tack" on the "enemy." The lower
picture shows a sharpshooter en
gaged in target practice, and the sol
dier with the spyglass is searching
the Mexican landscape for signs of
hostility. -Lookouts are constantly
stationed on the patrol line.-
In the soft twilight the boarding- l
house sittingroom looked almost
cosy and attractive. The warmth and j
comfort tharwed the heart of the old
est lodger. -
In an expansive moment he turned
towards the landlady, who wa his
only companion m the room, and,
clasping her hands fondly, murmur-'
"Will you be my wife?"
The woman did not start nor blush.
No maidenly coynessshone from here;
dear, cold eyes. " . (
"No, sir," she replied with cold de
liberation. "I'm sorry, but I cannot
marry you. You've been -here- four
years, and are "much, too good ar.Tr
boarder to be put on the free fist." -
"YWy djdn't you send your man to'
mend my electric bell?" "He did go, '
madam; but as- he-rang three timesi
and got no answer he decided thatoh
there was nobody at home!" -)od
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