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TBI STATE'S OLDEST NBW8PAPIR.
A HEALTH PROBLEM.
The "diphtheria carrier" is one of the hardest
problems with which health authorities have to
Many people feel that they are unjustly quaran
tined because of the fact that they "feel entirely
But as long as the bacteriological laboratory
finds the germs of the disease in the secretion of
their nose and throat the quarantine must remain
in order that the public be protected.
Knowing that the germs of diphtheria may be
lurking in the saliva of a "perfectly well" person
we can easily see how in the course of our every
day life the germs are possed on to other folk.
The street car conductor moistens his fingers
the more easily to pass our transfers
The girl on her way to the matinee touches the
tip of her finger to her tongue the better to smooth
on the fingers of her gloves.
The moistened fingers of the peddler arrange
his displays of fruit, the bookworm with moisten
ed finger turns the pages of a book invthe public
Everybody is busily engaged in this distribution
of saliva so that the end of each day finds this
secretion freely distributed to the doors, window
sills, furniture and playthings in the home, the
straps of trolley cars, the rails and counters and
desks of shop and offices.
HUN submarines are not sinking much, but
HUN hopes are sinking a great deal.
STORY ABOUT A HIRED GIRL.
Some years ago, when the German chemists
cooked up their monopoly in dyes, and other chem
icals necessary to human happiness, and applied
for foreign patents, they doubted the honesty of
America, after the German habit, and, to prevent
dishonest Americans from stealing their recipes,
they filed fake specifications, with their applica
tions for patents, with Uncle Sam.
Sure enough, war came on, Uilcle refused to
recognize the patents and his chemists went to
trying out the recipes. Behold! in almost every
case, it was found that some essential ingredient
or indispensable step had been omitted from the
recipes or formulae. The specifications were
frauds, and the recipes wouldn't work. Fine Teu
But our Amreican chemists did not lie down and
weep! they went to work to discover why the
blamed recipes wouldn't work, and discovered why.
Fine American grit! And then they took the
HUN by the short hair by taking out domestic
patents, the HUN having invalidated his patents
by fraud, and, hereafter, if the HUN gets his
dyes and such into this country he'll pay a nice
royalty to American brains. It's a mighty fine in
stance of boomerang, and although reminds us of
a Story About a Hired Girl.
Many years ago, but it seems and feels like last
weeks, a trust was formed in a certain suburban
community, back in Ohio. Tommy Wilson and
Bobbie Smith were two-thirds of the trust and we
the remainder. There were no Thrift Stamps in
those days and so the trust put its first accumula
tion of capital from mowing lawns, running er
rands and swilling pigs into a large two-wheeled
Contemporaneously with the trust's possession
of that cart, mother possessed a hired girl, a bux
om Swede named Katura Janssen. You might
forget your first wife, or grandmother, or pay
day, but never Katura, having once'met her. Ka
tura was the embodiment of emotion. She'd laugh
at anything, or cry at nothing, easily, and, as
when in her flood of tears she was a composite
picture of the Horse Shoe Falls and the emptying
of a tub of wash suds, the trust preferred Katura
at flood tide.
Well, in the gloaming, one day, the trust found
Katura resing on the kitchen steps and coaxed
her into taking a .ride in that cart. She laughed
like a horse with oat straws in its nostrils, called
us boys her "deer leedle ponies" and enjoyed her
self greatly until ..we—no, the trust—reached the
top of, th»f.hfli let go the cart handles. Then
Half-way down you could fairly hear Katura's
tears fall, pira^ihe titoU daheed on its six 'legs
swung its hats arid cheered her on from the top
of the hill.
Gosh! but that was a live trust for the pro
motion of fun!
But, glancing two-thirds way down the narrow
hillside roadway, the trust perceived that father
was returning from his daily office toil. On one
side father bore groceries, meat and vegetables,
worsted and hairpains for mother, rolls of music
for Sister Ella, etc., etc., on the other side of these
long-handled wooden garden rakes. (The trust
found four eggplants and two pounds of tomatoes
in the adjoining bushes, next day.) Darned if
the fun didn't ooze out of our third of that trust
For a brief second father and Katura com
mingled, all miscellaneous and sudden, and for the
rest of the way down the |hill their best friends
couldn't tell which part was father, which hired
girl, which cart or which rake. There was, to be
sure, one brief flash of joy when father got upon
his feet, with the aid of undiluted blasphemy, but
the rake handle swiped him at the ankles and he
"Boys will be boys," said mother, later on and
she liked both father and Katura, too. But "fath
ers will be fathers," replied father, and after his
demonstration of it, in the wood-shed, where some
blamed "fool had just delivered a load of lath, we
never saw any good in trusts.
We hope we will not grieve those smart Aleck
Hun chemists by adding this moral:
A boomerang tastes a lot better when outward
bound than when coming back.
A scarcity in English clergymen necessitaties
fewer Sunday sermons. A lot of male perons will
miss their customary Sabbath morning snooze.
Packers and millers are biggest profiters, says
treasury report, which is how they are helping
WITH THE EDITORS
THE NEW DRAFT LAW.
The age limit in the new draft law will be 18 to
45. The bill passed the House that way Saturday
and the indications are that it will go through the
Senate without change.
This is the administration bill, nearly three
months late, but credit for the delay is freely ac
corded in Washington to the Secretary of War
who has lagged behind the procession in all war
preparations instead of befog ahead leading the
sentiment and atousing the enthusiasm of the
Amendments to the bill limiting the draft to men
20 years of age or older and to those 19 or over
were vigorously supported, also amendments to
put the men of 18 and 19 in deferred classes, but
they were voted down and the administration
measure passed with only two dissenting votes—
one an Ohio Democrat and the other the New*
York Socialist who always puts the Socialist party
on record as friendly to the Beast of Berlin.
The War Department has indicated that, al
though empowered by the bill to include men down
to 18 ,as it desired to be, it may, after registration,
issue its draft calls so as to call the available men
first. But this bill is supposed to produce the
three and a half million who ten months from now
are to make up, with those already over there, our
proposed army of five million in foreign service.
That is going to mean intensive work in prepara
tion and, unless the period from 31 to 45 produces
soldiers more numerously than it is expected tp,
the call for men below 20 will not be deferred long.
Nor, indeed, should it be! for after single men
and others above 31, having no dependents, have
been called, upon whom should the country rely for
this service rather than those completing their
19th, 20th or 21st year, having no one dependent
on them for support? Of such were the armies
of, the Union and the Confederacy chiefly com
posed. Among the advocates of 18-year age limit
are several members of the Senate who joined
one army or the other "in the sixties'" about the
age of 18 or younger, including our own senior
Senator who shouldered a musket on the Union
side when only a little over 18.
That the government does not, however, intend
to call the youngest registrants into training
camps first is further evidenced by the provisions
made by which students of draft age may be given
in the schools and colleges military instruction
without taking them away immediately from their
One of the most impressive and most reassuring
facts in connection with the war is the splendid
spirit in which the principle of selective conscrip
tion has been received by the people of this repub
lic. It evidences a high quality of citizenship, a
degree of loyalty to the principles of our govern
ment and a spirit of willing self-sacrifice for the
welfare of others as well as ourselves that, before
the testcame, we would have hardly dared to as
sume. But the absolute fairness of the rule laid
down and the almost perfect impartiality by
which it has been applied by a lot of men, who are
not getting due credit for their work on the regis
tration boards, satisfies the universal instinct for
fair play. Even if we could have raised an army
without resorting to the selective draft we would
not have been as well off. "Sharing one another's
burdens," or the common burden, is begetting
within ourselves as a people more than we had ber
fore of that for which we are fightnjyg—the^pirit
of true democracy. The volunteer systfefti would
have accomplished comparatively little in that re
BISMARCK DAILY TB1BUNB
hospital with wounds received* while helping men in battle,
trenches with smokes and eats (or the hoys.
By CLARENCE BUDDlXiTOX JiKL
They were coming back out of the
hot blast of the great battle—those
boys of a certain division now famous
The boy shrugged his shoulders, ac
tually shrugged1 them as well as he
could, bundled up in that stretcher,
and grinned wanly.
"Comin* fine if I can get you fellers
to save that foot. She's smashed
plenty. If you can't—all the same."
"We'll run you right in."
"Nix, bo, not \me. I'm gettin' past
all right, nothin' but my foot. You
jest lemme be here and git busy with
them guys that's hurt. I'm on the
Here Aire Men."
That was one boy.: He belonged to
an outfit that bears a name-far and
wide for Being boiled hard.- Tough
birds, you hear them called, rough
talking boys with the crust outermost.
If you had seen them a month before
or two months before, when thty had
not had their purifying in bl6od and
fire, you would not have prophesied
that they would/hold back ihisuffering
to wait for one in greater suffering
to be cared for first It was, an at
tribute that was not apparent to the
casual eye. Hard-boiled, you would
have agreed, and ,you might have felt
a trifle sorry, for the enem ythat had
to encounter them. But you would
not have sootd by with tears.in your
eyes—not in your eyes, but rolling
down your cheeks—and have muttered
again and again, "Here are men!"
But now they had felt the scorching
breath of war. Suddenly they had
been dropped into the furnace and
had come out with dross burned away.
Something had happened. They were
still hard-boiled. Their language was
made up of the same words, but the
words had taken'"on a new'meaning,
their very faces had taken on a new
aspect. In spite of blood and grime,
and the discoloration and burn of gas,
you could see that something was
present there which hatf'beeij absent
before—until you could notjsee at all
for the flooding of your eye?,
"I got mine No dlfc—sport
Can't do^nothin' ^or—me
Git—busy with, aom^pf them
Think of the Other.
That was the spirit. That %as .the
thing that bad- b&tfsbrirtteff'fntp their
souls by the hot breiath of war. They
had forgotten themselves. Jim was
not thinking of Jim. but of Alike, Alike
was not thinking of Mike, butof Jack.
Each passed it on.
The dressing station was small
many must lie outside until the men
who were taken in first could be evac
uated. You heard groans, but amid
the groans you heard cheery, gritty,
"Oow, that damn leg
throughout France and one day to be',How's Charlie makin' it? Anybody
famous throughout the world. They|jLnow? I seen him git it
were not coming back because they
had had enough of it they were bet-1 "They just took Charlie in. He
ing brought on stretchers, wounded, wasn't sayin'much
gassed, shell-shocked, to an' advanced
dressing station. Spn^ seemed just
boys. One could se^ iliem grit their
teeth to hold*back the moan of pain
"Hard luck, pal?" said a doctor in
terrogatively, as the bearers set down
a stretcher in the courtyard.
Say, them stretcher bearers ought
to git the Croy de Gerr, them birds
ought, to. See 'em fetch me back
.with them shells bustin' like it was
rainin'? And would they hurry? Not
a damn bit.. I hollers to ttiem to git
a move on or they'd git busted one
on the dome, but that little shrimp
says for me to mind my own busi
ness, he was carryin'. that stretcher
(1) Alfred Stckes, Y. M. €. Aw passing out smokes to wounded at advanced dressing station. Stokes standing with pouch. (2) Y. M. C. A. secre
(H have_ carried their supplies five niiles through communlctttMn trenches to distribute them at front. The man standing is Earl Balleu, now in
Afraid if he hustled he'd
shake me up and hurt me some. Can
you beat that? Oow!"
"Two pf them stretcher bearers
were Y. M. C. A. guys. What they
doin' in that game?"
1 Men Aid.
"Volunteered, one of them told me,
I asked him. He's been workin' up in
that dressin' station right where she's
happenin' ever since this busted out.
I seen him there. Hain't had his
clothes off for a week. Looks to me
like he's about ready to crack. But
he's always there with a cigarette or
a cupful of coffee, or a cake of choco
late. Now he's totin' stretcher
Needs a stretcher himself, seems as
"You're next, soil," said a lieuten
ant doctor. "Wl^ere'd you get it?"
"Leg and a chunk somewhere in the
"Out of luck."
"Out of luck nothin'. Didn't I bay
onet three of them Germans before
they got me? Eh? Luck."
The story goes that this division
was called upon to stop the rush of
five times its number. The storyg oes
farther and says they not only stopped
the rush but caused a movement in
the other direction. It was not -an
affair of hours but of days, days of
constant, bitter, hand-to-hand fighting
with horrors added by the Hun that no
American soldier has ever been called
upon to face. But they had dammed
the flood had even swept it back for
a little, and they were proud.
Kpr.it of Altruism
But their achievement 011 the field
was not the great thing that came
into view in those days.. It was the
spirit that flamed up in their hearts
—not merel ya spirit of courage, of
daring, of heroism against odds, but a
spirit faltruism, of love for the
other fellow. Somewhere in that holo
(3) Clarence B. Kellaml, American novelist, now Red Triangle worker, in frontline
caust those hard-boiled boys had got
ten it, and the manifestations .of it
that night in the little courtyard be
fore the dressing station made he spot
one never to be forgotten by those
who witnessed it."
A hurry call was sent to the dis
tant Y. M. C. A.
"Can't you do, something for these
boys that are being brought in here?"
the officer in charge demanded.
"What can we do?"
"Something to eat and smokes. Cof
fee. A bite and a smoke do a wounded
man more good than anything else.
Do you know, some of those boys
have been out there in that for two
days with nothing to eat but hard
So the sent its men and its trucks
and made coffee it brought such
fruit as it could it carried chocolate
"Here you are*, sport," said one of
them, coming into the courtyard.
"Here's a cup afv chocolate."
The boy raised himself painfully on
his elbow and reached for the cup—
then he motioned it away.
"I hain't hurt much—and there's a
lot of guys here that's messed bad.
You haint' got enough to go around.
"I've got smokes and hot chocolate
for every man. Go ahead."
"Honest? I won't be robbin' none
of them birds?"
Boy Is Transformed
The boy drank—and was trans
formed. He lay back with a cigarette
between his lips, with his eyes closed,
and the expression 011 his dirty face
was such a reward as few men ever
"That's livin'," he said softly.
One boy was brought in with a
broken leg. It had been an accident
and not a wound won in battle. He
had gotten in the way of a motor
"Jest fix me up out here what you
can," he said.
"You get to the hospital, son."
"Nix. HispitaJ's for those fellows
that's hurt. I just got a busted pin.
You fix me here and leave me here
When you get a chance."
Somewhere, some time, they had all
gotten this thing. It had come to them
out of the flame and crash of battle
it had been carried to them 011 clouds
of searing, noxious gas it had awak
ened in them through suffering and
through the sight of suffering. They
were the same, yet they were not the
same. They were not gentle, yet one
More Than Game
"We've to haafti^ new worgjjify
the language," said
"Game wont' do. These boys are
something more than game. I've jjnev-
SATURDAY, AUGUST 31,1918
fering and the scenes of bloodshed,
wiped his eyes. "They're—why, damn
it all, they're something! Nobody was
ever like them!"
One man lay inside on a mattress
011 the floor. His chest was rising and
falling as he struggled for breath.
"He's on his way," said the doctor
to a man Avho was acting as orderly,
nurse, assistant, anything.
The man went over and touched
the boy's forehead.
"How about it, old man?" he said.
"Kind of—lonesome May
be you—could sit—here till—"
The mail sat down and a hand
struggled toward him. He took it and
held it in his own, and he whispered
to the boy a moment. Maybe it was
a prayer. Whatever the words, it wa&
a prayer. The wounded man lay still,
his hand in the hand of the friend
who had come to him in his last dark
moment—his last glorious moment.
He was giving his utmost for his coun
try. The man sat still until the
hand grew limp and lifeless in his
own. and then he moved away to oth
er errands, for it was a night demand
ing much of men.
The courage of the battlefield seems
to be a common commodity but the
courage to bear, pain without flinch
ing to realize the approach of death
without crying out to reach a mo
ment when you know you must face
life maimed, without arm, leg, eye—
and not to curse with blank rage or
cry out with despair—that it another
kind of courage. But it was there.
Not one man had it, but it seeemed
as if al lthose wounded had it—it
was not the gameness of the bulldog.
It was something that had to do with
the soul. It wa$ greatness, it was
fineness, it was a thing that compell
ed the watcher to uncover his head
and stand bared in its presence^
They were Americans. Perhaps it
was their birthright. More likely it
was a new thing newly born of the
day and the business of the day.
Whatever it was, whenever and how
ever it came, it was present. This
has been written with repression, with
a striving for understatement, with a
wish to tell the truth. The thing was
there. They brought it back with
"How are you making it, sport?
Here's a cup of coffee."
"You come around to me aftetr yon
have given some to the boys over
there. They need it."
That is what was there. It has reffd
something new into the meaning of
the words American soldier. As the
fancied he could detect a gentleness, doctor said, some new word must be
in their voices. But out of the battle
and the suffering, something better
than they had ever known came to
them. There was utter ignoring of
self, and it was a thing wonderful to
coined to designate it.
of battle and agony.
It was born
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