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THE CELINA DEMOCRAT, CELINA, OniO
3-1 EMPEY LEARNS, AS COMRADE FALLS, THAT DEATH LURKS ALWAYS IN THE TRENCHES Synopsis. Fired by the sinking of the LiisltuLfn, with the loss of American lives, Arthur Guy Empcy, on American living In Jersey City, Kims to England und enlists as a private In the British army. After a short experience as u recruiting officer In London, ho is sent to train ing quarters In France, where he first hears the sound of big guns and makes the acquaintance of "cooties." After a brief period of training Empey's company Is sent Into the front-line trenches, where he takes his first turn on the fire step while the bullets whiz overhead. Kmpey learns, as comrade fulls, that death lurks always In the trenches. mr. CHAPTER VIII. The Little Wooden Cross. After remaining In rest billets for Bight days, we received the unwelcome tidings that the next morning we would "go In" to "take over." At six In the morning our march started and, after long march down the dusty road, we again arrived at reserve billets. - I was No. 1 In the lending set of fours. The man on my left was named "Pete Walling," a cheery sort of fel low. He laughed and Joked nil the way on the march, buoying up my drooping spirits. I could not figure out anything attractive In again occupying the front line, bnt Pete did not seem to mind, snld It was all In a lifetime. My left heel was blistered from the rub bing of my heavy marching boot. Pete noticed that I was limping nnd offered to carry my rifle, but by this time I hnd learned the ethics of the march In the British nrmy and courteously refused his offer. We had gotten half-way through the communication trench, Pete In my iiu mediats rear. lie had his hand on my should??, as men In a communication trench have to do to keep In touch with each ''her. We had just climbed over a basCed-ln part of the trench when In our rear a man tripped over n loose signal wire, and let out an oath. As usual, Pete rushed to his help. To reach the fallen man he had to cross this bashed-In part. A bullet cracked In (he nir and I ducked. Then a moan from the rear. My heart stood still. I wont bad: and Pete was lying on the ground. Py the aid of my flashlight I saw that he had his hand pressed to 1:1s right breast. The finders were cov ered with blood. I flashed the light on his face and in its glow a grayish l l'.ie color was stealing over his coun tenance. Pete looked up at me nnd faid : "Well, Tank, they've done me In. I can feel myself going West." His voice was getting fainter and I had to kneel down to get his words. Then he gave mo a message to write home to his mother and his sweetheart, and I, like a great big boob, cried like a baby. I was losing my first friend of the trenches. Word was passed to the rear for a alretcher. He died before it arrived. Two of us put the body on the Blretcher and carried It to the nearest first-aid post, where the doctor took aa ollicial record of Pete's name, num ttr. rank and regiment from his Iden tity disk, this to be used In the cas ualty lists end notification to his family. We left P-tte there, but It broke our hearts to do so. The doctor Informed us that v.e could bury him the next morning. That afternoon five of the boyfi vf our section, myself Included, went To the little ruined village In the rea"" find from the deserted gardens of thp French chateaux gathered grass aafi flowers. From these we made a wi-rath. Thile the boys were making this w'eath, I sot under it shot-scarred apple tree and carved out the follow ing verses on a little wooden shield wTiIch we nailed on Pete's cross. True to his' God; true to Britain, ))oing his duty to the last. ,Ti:t one more name to be written On the Roll of Honor of hcroea passed Passed to their God, enshrined in glory, Entering life of eternal rest. One more chapter In England's story Of her sons doing their best Rest, you soldier, mate so true, I Never forgotten by us below; Know that we are thinking of you, : Ere to our rest we are bidden to go. Next morning the whole section went over to say good-by to Pete, nnd laid him away to rest. After each one had a look at the face of the dead, a corporal of the It. A. M. C. sewed up the remains In a blan ket. Then placing two heavy ropes across the stretcher (to be used In low ering the body into the grave), we lift ed Pete onto the stretcher, and rev erently covered him with n large union Jack, the flay he had died for. The chaplain led the way, then came the officers of the section, followed by two of the men carrying a wreath. Im mediately after came poor Pete on the flag-draped stretcher, carried by four soldiers. I was one of the four. Be hind the stretcher, in column of fours, came the remainder of the section. To get to the cemetery, we had to pass through the little shell-destroyed village, where troops were hurrying to and fro. As the funeral procession passed these troops came to the "attention" and smartly sainted the dead. Poor Pete was receiving the only sa lute a private Is entitled to "some where In France." Now and again a shell from the Ger man lines would go whistling over the Tillage -to burst In our artillery lines In the rear. When we reached the cemetery we halted In front of an open crave, and luld the stretcher beside It Forming Ml ANAMEfiKM SOLDIER WHO WENT iWlIMJYIMY machine aiNna,OTG in nunce KJI9I7 BY AnfHiiRcuYWPry a hollow square around the opening of the grave, the chaplain read the burial service. German machine-gun bullets were "cracking" In the air above us, but Pete didn't mind, and neither did we. When the body was lowered Into the grave the flag having been removed, we clicked our heels together and came to the salute. I left before the grave was filled In. I could not bear to see the dirt thrown on the blanket-covered face of my com rade. On the western front there are no coffins, and you are lucky to get a blanket to protect you from the wet and the worms. Several of the sec tion stayed and decorated the grave with white stones. That night, in the light of a lonely candle in the machine gunner's dugout of the front-line trench I wrote two letters. One to Pete's mother, the other to his sweetheart. While doing this I cursed the Prussian war god with all my heart, and I think thut St Peter noted same. The machine gunners In the dugout were laughing and Joking. To them Pete was unknown. Pretty soon. In the warmth of their merriment, my blues disappeared. One soon forgets on the western front. CHAPTER IX. Suicide Annex. I was In my first dugout and looked around curiously. Over the door of same was a little sign reading "Sui cide Annex." One of the boys told me that this particular front trench was called "Suicide Ditch." Later on I learned that machine gunners nnd bombers are known as the "Suicide Club." That dugout was muddy. The men slept in mud, washed in mud, nte mud, and dreamed mud. I had never before realized that so much discomfort and miserv could be contained in those Lewis Gun in Action. three little letters, M U D. The floor of the dugout was an Inch deep In water. Outside It was raining cats and dogs, and thin rivulets were trickling down the steps. From the air shaft Immediately above me came n drip, drip, drip. Suicide Annex was a hole eight feet wide, ten feet long nnd six feet high. It was about twenty feet below the fire trench ; at least there were twenty steps leading down to it. These steps were cut into the earth, but at that time were muddy and slip pery. A man had to be very careful or else he would "shoot the chutes." The air was foul, nnd you could cut the smoke from Tommy's fags with n knife. It wus cold. The walls and roof were supported with heavy square cut timbers, while the entrance was strengthened with sandbags. Nails hnd been driven Into these timbers. On each nail hung a miscellaneous assort ment of equipment. The lighting ar rangements were superb one candle In a reflector made from an ammuni tion tin. My teeth were chattering from the cold, and the drip from the airshaft did not help matters much. While I was sitting bemoaning my fate and wishing for the fireside at home, the fellow next to me, who was writing a letter, looked up and inno cently asked, "Say, Tank, how do you spell 'conflagration'?" I looked at him In contempt and an swered that I did not know. From the darkness In one of the cor ners came a thin, piping voice singing one of the popular trench ditties en titled: "Pack up your Troubles In your Ola Kit Bs4f, ud Gmlle, Smile, Umlle." Every now und then the slngrr would stop to cough, cough, cough, bol It was a good illustration of Tommy's cheerfulness under such conditions. A machine-gun officer entered the dugout and gave me a hard look. I sneaked past him, sliding nnd slipping, and reached my section of the front line trench, where I was greeted by the sergeant, who asked me, "Where In 'uvo you been?" I made no answer, but sat on the muddy fire step, shivering with the cold and with thu rain beating In my face. About half an hour later I teamed up with another fellow and went on guard with my head sticking over the top. At ten o'clock I was relieved nnd resumed my sitting posi tion on the fire step. The rain pud denly stopped and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We prayed for the morn ing and the rum Issue. CHAPTER X. "The Day'f Work." I was fast learning that there Is n regular routine nbnut the work of the trenches, although It is badly upset at times by the Germans. The real work In the fire trench commences at sundown. Tommy Is like a burglar, ho works at night. Just as It begins to get dark the word "stand to" Is pnssed from trav erse to traverse, nnd the men get busy. The first relief, consisting of two men to a traverse, mount the fire step, one man looking over the top, while the other sits at his feet, ready to carry messages or to Inform the platoon offi cer of any report made by the sentry as to his observations In No Man's Land. The sentry Is not allowed to relax his watch for a second. If he Is questioned from the trench or asked his orders, he replies without turnlni) around or taking his eyes from the ex punge of dirt in front of him. The re mainder of the occupants of his trav erse either sit on the fire step, wlih h'lyonets fixed, ready for nny emer gency, or If lucky, and a dugout hap pens to be In the near vicinity of the traverse, and if the night Is quiet, they are permitted to go to same and try and snatch a few winks of sleep. Little sleeping is done; generally the men sit around, smoking fags nnd seeing who can tell the biggest lie. Some of them, perhaps with their feet In water, would write home sympathizing with the "governor" because he was laid up with a cold, contracted by getting his feet wet on his way to work in Wool wich arsenal. If a man should muuage to doze off, likely as not ho would wake with a start as the clammy, cold feet of a rut passed over his face, or the next relief stepped on his stomach while stumbling on their way to relieve the sentries In the trench. Just try to sleep with a belt full of ammunition around you, your rifle bolt biting into your ribs, Intrenching tool handle sticking into the small of your back, with a tin hat for a pillow and feeling very damp and cold, with cooties" boring for oil In your arm pits, the air foul from the stench of grimy human bodies and smoke from a Juicy pipe being whiffed Into your nos trils, then you will not wonder why Tommy occasionally takes a turn in the trench for a rest. While in a front-line trench orders forbid Tommy from removing his boots, puttees, clothing or equipment. The "cooties" take advantage of this order and mobilize their forces, uud Tommy swears vengeance on them nnd mutters to himself, "Just wait until I hit rest billets and am able to get my own back." Just before daylight the men "turn to" and tumble out of the dugouts, man the fire step until It gets light, or the welcome order "stand down" is given. Sometimes before "stand down" Is or dered, the command "five rounds rap Id" Is passed along the trench. This means that each man must rest his rifle on the top and fire as rapidly as possible five shots aimed toward the German trenches, and then duck (with lie emphasis on the "duck"). There Is i great rivalry between the opposing forces to get their rapid fire all off first, because the early bird. In this In stance, catches the worm sort of gets the Jump on the other fellow, catching him unawares. Empey goes "over the top" for the first time and has a hand-to-hand fight with a giant Prus sian. In the next Installment he tells the story of this thrilling charge. (TO BE CONTINUED.) NUISANCE ALL TOO COMMON No Doubt the Majority of Our Readers Have Met at Some Time the "Big Money" Boy. Step up a little closer, patrons, look 'em over good, then take your seats and set back for a listen. Y'know this windbag, the big money boy. Oh, yehl Go ahead, you tickle us. This pipe dream is always putting across some "big deal" expecting a "clean up," "got a tip," etc., nnd all that fat chatter. Uis melody goes a buzz this way: "Well, things look merry for me, Til say. Got In on a deal tlds morning; If It goes through, means much 'Jack,' a 'gas roller' and easy picking for me to last some moons. Can't tell you what it's about Just yet. Backed up by so nnd so of the so and so corpor ation, and he's sinking all his Interest collection on it, so you see what a blazer it is or he wouldn't be In It. I'm to be one of the main squeezes, hold stock, and go on the road at $100 per Saturday, 25 per cent commlsh and traveling expenses," etc., etc. Listen I This rummy has more wind than a deck of cyclones. He Imagines more money In an hour than the mint turns out in a month. Call his bluff and tell him to go settle his laundry bill with the Chinaman. Remember: They are not putting signs up In the back windows, "President Wanted." Washington Herald. Muscular Activity and Heat Owls and other birds which are active at night show a rise of temperature during the hours of darkness and a fall during the day. This Is a result of the well-known fact that muscular activity means an Increased production of heat. Helping the Heat and Hilk Supply (Special Information Borvlco, United BUTTERMILK A This Dairy Product BUTTERMILK FOR PROTEIN SUPPLY Rapidly Displacing Other Bever ages That Contain Little or No Food Value. IS TASTY AND HEALTHFUL Often Recommended by Physicians In Treating Intestinal Ailments, and Is Gaining Favor in Hospitals Good When Frozen. Buttermilk a pleasant refreshing beverage und a nourishing food com bined. It contains practicully all the food materials of whole milk except tho fat, most of which is removed in churning.. For those who like to know the scientific analysis of what they are drinking, buttermilk contains about 3 per cent of protein, neurly 5 per cent of carbohydrates in the form of milk sugar, 0.7 per cent of mineral constit uents and 0.5 per cent of fat. Thus a quart of buttermilk furnishes slight ly more than an ounce of protein, one of the chief body builders. Tasty and Healthful, Too. Increasing use of buttermilk marks it as a popular beverage. People are beginning to realize that it is much better to drink a glass of milk or buttermilk than it is to consume other drinks having little food value. But termilk Is often recommended by physicians in the treatment of Intes tinal ailments, and it is also gaining favor in hospitals. Prepared buttermilk is usually made from skim milk and has all the chem ical properties of buttermilk. If it is churned, as is usually the case, It agrees in appearance and flavor with reul buttermilk. In fact it is often a bettor product, especially if clean, sweet skim milk Is used and it is care fully ripened and churned. Prepared buttermilk can be made in the city home, but more uniform results can be obtuined when It is made on a large scale, and for thut reason It Is usually better to purchase it from a reliable dealer. Buttermilk in Frozen Delicacies. The Iowa agricultural experiment station describes a number of ways in which sour milk or buttermilk may be converted into frozen delicacies. One follows: 2 quarts buttermilk. 1 2-3 cupfula orange 3 pounds sugar. juice. 2 eggs. cupful lemon juice. Dissolve the sugar In the butter milk and add the eggs, the yolks and whites beaten separately. Stir and strain the mixture and add the fruit Juices. Freeze in the usual way, and pack in ice and salt for an hour before serving. Of course, buttermilk may be used in cookery in any recipe calling for sour milk. Buttermilk is a natural product from churning milk or cream into butter. According to a ruling under the fed eral food and drugs act the product obtained from skim milk or from whole milk not churned must be labeled when handled in interstate commerce to show that It is not real buttermilk, Feed and Labor for Cow. Old Mooley spends most of her time In eating and drinking in order that she may furnish us with milk. You can see her chewing away ulmost any time of the day. She has been de veloped to consume immense quanti ties of feed that supply the materials for milk making. Indeed, Judges of dairy cattle give due credit for a ca pacious stomach. The dairy division of the United States department of agriculture studied the subject for two years on a number of dairy farms in Indiana. The following figures show the amount LIVE.SrTOCKH Those who are able to save a sur plus of feed might well consider In creasing their flocks and herds. It seems obvious that the types of horses which should be given" particu lar care on the farm are the heavy Irnfter and the lighter, general-purpose horse. 1 mini i mi i -.in ii - r ii "" ... , , .... . v-TiilLiS-''-' . : States Department of Agriculture.) FOOD DRINK A Makes You Fit and Fat of feed uctually consumed each year by the average cow, producing annuul ly fl.tXX) pounds of milk about 2,71)0 quarts. Grain 1,719 poundi liny, fodder and other dry roughage 2,740 poundi SllitKe und succulent rouchuge 6.-- pounds Total 10.6S4 poundi Besides these feeds, each cow had over ?!) worth of pasturage during tM summer, which replaced approximated ly .rr0 pounds of grain, 1,200 pounds' of hay and fodder, and 2,550 pounds of silage, which would hu"e been needed if pasture had not been available. It can be seen from these figures that In a year each cow nte from eight to ten times her own weight of feed (ex clusive of pasturage) and she con sumed nearly four poduls of feed for every quart of milk she produced. In spite of this, the dairy cow "Hoover Izes" better than any other domestic animal, for she returns a greater amount of human food from her feed than the steer, pig or sheep. Nearly nil the feed consumed by the cow Is unsuitable for human food un til It Is transformed into milk. Hay, cornstalks, silage, grass, etc., are thus made available for our tables. Of th grain used for cattle feed, the greatel part consists of by-products which are not adapted for human consumption. Bossy also requires considerable at tention. She must be fed and watered; groomed and cleaned, driven to pas ture, cared for when sick and milked Her stable must be cleaned and aired, and her milk strained, cooled and hauled to market. According to tht Indiana records, a cow producing 6,00C pounds of milk yearly requires 117 hours of human labor and 15 hours oi horse labor each year. This is equiva lent to about 15 days of ten hours eact for one man and lYa days for a horse For this feed and labor the dairj cow produces her own weight in milk Hats off to her foster mother of the world, and the originnl food conserva tionlst ! BUTTERMILK LEMONADE A delicious variation may be made from ordinary buttermilk by the addition of lemon Juice and sugar. Buttermilk lemonade usually requires the Juice of three lem ons to one quart of buttermilk. The quantity of lemon and sugar, however, should be varied to suit the taste of the indi vidual. The beverage is delightful and is especially refreshing on a hot summer day. Work of Bull Association. The bull association cannot give s farmer something for nothing, but H can furnish him a she re in five $30C bulls for $50. These fulls cannot in crease the production of the cows tht farmer has, but they may double the production of the daughters. Tht daughters of association bulls nnd grade cows can never be registered but in every other respect they may bf the equul of purebreds. The bull as sociation cannot compel a farmer tc Join, but if he does Join he will soon own a better herd and become a bet ter farmer. Sheep Need Little Grain. One factor in favor of sheep produc tion in these days of high-priced feed is the fact that sheep require com paratively small amounts of grain While pastures and roughage are im portant in the production of cattle and hogs, these animals require more con centrated feeds than sheep. Sire Will Grade Up Herd. A good sire will rapidly grade np 8 herd to high production ; any pure bred sire will not do he must be able to transmit producing ability to his offspring. Balanced Ration Essential. A balanced ration is very essential for economical feeding. Especially It this noticeable in feeding dairy cows. Skim milk has proved one of the cheapest supplements for young pigs. The innibs should be fed a good ra tion of grain and pasture so they will continue to thrive. Care should be taken thnt sheep do not eat too much when first turned on grass. The lambs should be weaned gradu ally, thus partly eliminating the nece Blty of mllklnjr the wes. "Andy, Old Girl" By IMES MACDONALD (Copyright, lain, by the Mrlture New8p pr Syndicate.) Cassandra Andrews hud done every thing she coiilil think of. She had worn her most becoming blouses and her best stockings she had spent hours doing her hair and brushing her eye brows and polishing her nails, but a whole school year had almost disposed of Itself nnd the young professor of Kngllsh literature bad never seemed to notice her at all. Before and after elnss he Joked and Jollied with other girls. The vivacious Uohcrtu Stevens nearly always stopped at his desk for a moment of chatter Bertha Marvin, the class beauty, the athletic Agues Burns and n dozen others were on the friendliest terms with him, but Cas sandra Andrews slipped demurely Into her seat four mornings a week, appar ently unnoticed. "They're all crazy about him," she thought scornfully, as she watched the professor's reception before class one morning. "Every single one of them!" After the professor had delivered his lecture that morning, there was a gen eral discussion and lie called on her for an opinion on a certain passage. She arose diffidently, offering her little statement of disagreement with tho generally accepted theory. And right therp Is where the professor made his first mistake. He smiled a tolerant, skeptlcnl sort of smile, the trend of which Cassandra Andrews caught Immediately, and she leaned forward impetuously and flatly contra dicted his comment. Then she fol lowed tip the contradiction with n tftm ble of words In support of her own opinion and sat speedily down again. The professor was surprised. "Well," he said, crisply. "I'm glad that nt least one student In the class thinks for herself. I was afraid you were all sheep." On the Instant the hell rang and the girls arose and passeil out in chatter ing groups, congregating In the court outside with light-hearted banter. "We're all sheep but you, Andy, dear," sang out Kdnn Phray, dancing up to Cassandra delightedly "And you are n blessed lamb, but you'll grow. I never knew yon hnd so much spunk. Where do you keep It?" And the two of them strolled off to gether, arranging to play tennis In the late afternoon. Later that day the professor of English nnd his crony, the professor of economics, sought the courts for their regular nfternoon's tennis bout. The English professor patted n ball aimlessly into the net while his contemporary changed his shoes. "Guess I've got a touch of spring fe ver." be said, absently watching Edna and Cnssandra tightening the net three courts over. And right there the pro fessor of English made his second mis take. "I feel," he said, "almost friv olous enough to suggest mixed doubles. What do you say, Bill?" And Bill, the economics expert, wav ed his racket, and called across to the girls: "Want to make it doubles?" The girls drew together for nn in stnnt's consultation, nnd then assent ed, walking over to the court wher. the two men were. "Ilow'll ye pair off?" demanded Pro fessor Bill. "Well," said Edna Phray, practical ly, "I hate English and I love econom ics and I'm very temperamental." The professor of economics grinned as the two of them moved toward the other side of the net. "But," continued Edna, significantly to the professor of English, "I'm a bet ter tennis player than Cassandra An drews, even If I am a sheep." Whereat the professor of English shouted with laughter. Cassandra glanced nt her stalwart partner at those words and In her young heart there leaped a mighty flame, the golden points of which shone in her shining brown eyes. She forgot everything but the game. She darted about, diving across the court and smashing her return drives like a little fiend. Twice she collided with her partner and shot him a dazzling little glance as she flung her head back to shake the hair out of her eyes. Time after time the professor of English shouted at her, "Good girl!" after a particularly difficult shot, nnd her spirit soared on the wings of the wind with the professor's not far behind. She had forgotten that she had worn her best stockings, but they were so much In evidence that It was fortunate that she wore them, for the professor was getting more observant every mo ment of the afternoon. At " the beginning of the third set they were even, with n set apiece. Then the couple in economics settled down and won four straight games. They lost the next nnd then won again, so that the score was five to one PUZZLED BY QUEER NAMES ; Writer Finds It Hard to Understand Why Parents "Impose Burden" on Their Children. What extraordinary names some people are compelled to bear, or choose to assume ! I hesitate to call them "Christian names," because they aren't Christian, very often. "Given names" is perhaps the better way of describing them. Perhaps you have heard of the Irishmnn assisting at a baptism, who, when he heard the god mother answer "Hazel" to the ques tion as to the child's nnrae, broke forth: "For the love of hlven! the whole calendar Is full of the names of blessed female saints, and they do be callln' the bnby after a nut!" I thought of that when I looked through tho catalogue of a girls' col- lege the other day, und noted these labels: Golde Mae. Euro, Arvllla, Knthryn, Elvn, Melbn. Izor, Neva, Ba- i mona, Mabelle, Vldah, Esta, Millls. I Mayme, Mable, Arthetta, Lllyan, Bu lah, Arblta, Nnmile, Am. Jonnle, Roxa; Zurelle, Zulleue, Tanja. Mote, Corenna, ; Muiilnst Cassandra nnd the professor of English. "Eiioy money," Jeerpd Professor Bill. "We need only one more game!" "Vmi can't do It." taunted the flam ing CiiNsandrii. "We must win!" nil said eagerly to the professor of Eng lish. "We must we must !" "You'll kill yourself," he protested. "What docs It matter?" she hhIiI. crouching to receive Professor Bill's twisting nervlce. "What does It mut ter if one can die winning?" And sh tiling her tired body viciously Into a smashing stroke and rushed to the net. And so they fought on and on win ning the next five games. "One more!" she gasped breathless ly, and played on. Five times Hint lust and deciding game went to deuce, and then came the shot the shot that stood between vic tory and possible defeat and she made it. Leaping high In the air she smashiMl the ball In a gray streak down the alley, and the game was won! "Game set and match! Wheel" shouted the professor of English. "Great work, Andy, old girl !" And h patted his drooping little partner on the shoulder. The racket slipped from her ex hausted grasp and she swayed weakly. "We won!" siie murmured, nnd would have fallen if the professor hadn't put his arm about her and led her to a bench. "Why. you blessed Iomb, you, Andy Andrews." said Edna Phrny, sitting beside her and shaking her by the shoulders. "I never knew you to piny such vermis. The lamb has turned tiger-cat," she laughed up at the two men, who stood over them. "Don't mnul me, Eddie," protested Cassandra, feebly; "I'm all In," and then she smiled up at the professor, her professor. "But we won, didn't we?" "You won." lie said. "I didn't, because you played some tennis yourself." The next morning she slipped Into her seat demurely as usual. As usual, too, there was a cluster of girls grouped about the professor's desk, chattering gaily. But then, what did she care? Hadn't he called her "Andy, old girl." only yesterday? And she smiled In prim superiority. And when the recitation was over he would have detained her n moment, but she ig nored the Intention with n fine indiffer ence nnd passed out with the rest. For a week she avoided him suc cessfully, then late one afternoon lie met her face to face on the campus. "And what did I ever do to you?" he demanded when she would hnve spoken calmly and passed on. "Tou called me 'Andy, old girl'," she said grimly, "and I've hated you ever since." "Tou're not going to bite ne, nre you, Andy, old girl?" grinned the pro fessor of English. She could maintain her gravity no longer nnd little sparkles of gold flick ered In her brown eyes. "I'll try not to." she murmured with a little laugh agilely dodging the fager sweep of his arm. And then the professor threw his dignity out of the window and starred in pursuit through the trees, catching her right where she'd planned he should, in n narrow and secluded path. Then after he hnd kissed her. she reached up and clutched his head be tween her hands, shaking If. fiercely. "And remember," she said between her clenched teeth, "I will not be called 'Andy, old girl.' I won't love you any, more if you call me that. I hate it." "All right, you darling Andy, old girl," chuckled the professor. But when he kissed her again she only clung to him eagerly. Queer thing, n woman! Cohan's Verse Wins $500. George M. Cohan won n bet of a $500 Liberty bond the other day by producing the following verses In 15 minutes: "It's n Long Wet Swim to Broadway :" "I wonder what they're doing In the old home town, New York City, U. S. A. Do the folks with bottled bubbles nil their troubles try to drown, along the Great AVhito Way? Do the chickens go to roost nt the break of new-born day? Are the lobsters still a-coming with the. ale? Do city guys with clover schemes part rustics from their kale? Is it Just the same Broadway? It's a long wet swim to Broadway, the street I'd love to see; it's a long wet swim to Broadway, the land so brave and free. If Jonah comes along with his whale submarine, I'll stow myself away In that fish's intestine ; it's a long wet swim to Broadway, New York City, U. S. A." The words will likely be put to music and sent to the boys in the trenches. Hittites Evidently Traders. 1 That the Hittites were in constant communication with other nations is shown by the fact that Egyptian scar abs and amulets, Phoenician pottery and Greek terra cotta figures nre found in the tombs of different periods, says the Christinn Herald. Bronze daggers and Jewelry nre fairly common, and one nrchcologist proudly exhibits a safety pin, 3,000 years old, that will still work. , ., If wns a comfort to get back to Brid get ana ainrgnrer: Annies are not nr- bitrary combinations of vowels and consonants; they have, or should have, significance, n historic setting, a personal and family relationship, that dignifies them. To Invent fantastic labels for pet dogs may be allowed ; but human be ings ought not to be put on that level. So, misspellings of familiar names. Christian or family, seem either undlg- nlned or Ignorant, now when fixed spellings hnve been accepted. Can some one explain Ga Nun nnd U'Rell, both of which variants fatigue me? Living Church. Digging. It Is seldom that men discover rich mines without digging. Nature com monly lodges her treasures und Jewels in rock ground. If tho msttor bo knotty and the senso Ho deup. they must stop rnd buckle t It. end etJck upon It with labor and thought and close conte-.aplatiou. ard not lenve it until tlcy have mrstwej the CtfEcnJly, nu get rOfcMc-iSloi. of ir.a trnt - I.ock.