GERMAN AIR RAID OF
PARIS IS DESCRIBED
WASHINGTON. Aug. 1. Writing
of n German air raid on Paris, one of
the American lied Cross Inspectors j
gives a thrilling account of how
American troops and Ked Cross work
ers give aid to the city in such des
perate moments. He describes an
air raid in this fashion:
"Nowhere is there any sound but
the echoes of footsteps. Not a street
light is to be seen, not a single ray (
of light—nothing hut the inkiest and
most impenetrable darkness. Then
all of the noise of the world seems to
break loose. Clang - clang - dang!
booms the tocsin, like a gigantic J
pneumatic riveter working on a colos-l
sal lu ll U'hoo-o-o! shrieks the siren,
running up and down the scale in
an awful wail.
"The streets come to life. Doors
open and slam shut. The sidewalks
arc full of ghostly figures hurrying
toward the caves, where the inhablt
ants have lifted up cots and banks, j
They gel up now to make a sitting'
place for tile newcomers. The place
tills up. Kveryonc looks apathetic,
sleepy and bored The children go
to sleep with their heads dn their
mothers' shoulders, and a girl ill the
uniform of a street car conductor
swaps war yarns with a poilu in dingy
blue. In the last raid the front trucks:
of her car were thrown from the rails
by the displacement of air caused by
an exploding torpedo. The car and
its inmates were unhurt. The poilu
looks a mite incredulous and mur
murs, I can well believe you, madam
oiselle.”
“Outside the noise continues for
about three or four minutes and then
subsides as a new noise starts the
Archies, or anti-aircraft guns, which
commence to hark furiously from half
a dozen different points. Searchlights
rake the sky. The* Archies continue*
their clamor, hut they are not tiring
at anything, merely keeping up a bar
rage tire* to prevent the Boche from
Jiving over the city.
“Suddenly there is an ear-rocking
vhooom! No more doubts as to
where the Bodies are. VVhoom!
whoom! whoom! One involuntarily
ducks and tries turtlewise to cover,
his head with his shoulders. A hid
eous noise resounds up and down the
■deserted strerets- falling walls and
the tinkling and crash of showers of
broken glass and rooting tiles
"Through the glass and litter of tin*
stred an American Bed Cross cauioin
eili mini - plowing its way. One ol
t.h«* cit\ firemen -lands cm the run
ning hoard Tie > Mop and the lira
man Mash* - an electric lamp into the
min.-, makes a hasty inspection, and
li.rn runs up ill*- street and dives into
tin* redlight 'cave.'
Anybody here trom numbers 4'.*
to a 17' he calls \ hall dozen voices
yell out that there is.
'is everybody here from those
numbers? Was there anyone left in
cither of those buildings?’
“There is an anxious calling back
and forth and a rapid counting of
noses All here!' is the* answer.
“'(.lood! Not much left of those
two buildings Don't enter the ruins
until they have been inspected by the
eii-iueering department. Co to the
Siste rs of the Boor if you want food
or a place to sleep.'
but the fireman is gone.
"The Archies have stopped and
there are no more whoonts! hut peo
ple stay in their cellars. It is only
o'clock, and the experience has shown
that the industrious and methodical
Bodies will keep coming back again
and again until after midnight
"Half a mile away a bright red
glow gets larger and larger and lights
the sky. A tire has broken out In
the railroad yards and is making
great headway. Several cars of oil
are burning fiercely and spreading to
ears of merchandise Half a dozen
American soldiers are working fever
ishly, trying to get the untouched cars
away from the lire.
Two of them have got hold of a
switch engine and are shunting out
whole strings of cars.
" "Do you know anything about
these French engines, sir?" asks the
impromptu engineer. "I can't find the
damn brake!’
"The Are Is eating its way toward a
pier on which stands a line of drums
of gasoline.
" "(!ome on, boys! Roll them kegs
o' gas outa here!' yells the corporal,
and the line of drums starts trundling
down the pier. It is Infernally hot,
and the average man does not know
just how hot gasoline can get before
ii begins to misbehave; but the line
never wavers.
"Iloll ’em along« boys! Keep ’em
going. Kverybody has got to die
some time ’
"Little by little things become
quieter. The fires die down. The
Arc hies stop Here and there a work
ing party still continues its labors in
the ruins. Someone is missing, and
they want to get him out of a cellar.
Now the* tocsin sounds again, this
time with slow, stately, measured
beats. This is the All's clear’ signal
No more enemy planes are flying be
tween here* and the fighting lines.
People come out of their cellars and
go home. A few cautious souls are
busily putting sheets of paper and
pieces of bedding across their broken
windows to keep out the* dreaded
Tourant d'air ' Now and then there
is a small group in a doorway recount
ing experiences.
"The Boche has dropped more than
a hundred bombs tonight, mans of
them of the* btin-pound size The not
damage is not very great. A tew
houses destroyed. many windows
broken, a few vic tims very few, but
all too many a few holes blown in
the streets, some trees uprooted in
the parks and some pansy beds oblit
erated.
"I imagine that back in his quar
iers the Boche escradrille kommandu
lur. after sadly cataloguing his own
wounds, is writing up an account ol
his glorious night's work for the edi
fication of the readers of the Kol
nische-Zeitung. His ductile pen is
reeling off: 'The earth reeled and
rocked and whole rows of buildings
went down like card houses; the light
of the flames showed panic-stricken
crowds surging through the streets to
ward the open country; the railroad
depots were leveled to the ground
and many munitions dumps were
blown up, and several (ires were seen
to break out in the barracks and mili
tary warehouses.'
“The escadrille kommaudatur would
he grieved beyond measure could he
but walk through the streets tonight
and inventory the net results and see
the effect produced on the population.
He who is now houseless shrugs his
shoulders and says ’C'est le guerre,’
and once more the peaceful stars shine
down on the silent streets."
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| If You Were!
j a Prisoner j
> in the compartment of a •
• German prison train, with J
; an armed guard over you, a J
J window open beside you, J
\ the train speeding through \
> an enemy’s country at thirty- \
i five miles an hour <
; would you jump ;
; and take the one ;
J chance in a mil- 5
; lion to escape? j
• It wasthe"Millionth”chance •
J Lieut. “Smiling ” Pat O’Brien *
J took—he jumped from the J
J train, he lived, and with the J
J stars to guide him, wounded J
J and lame he “crawled” two J
I hundred and fifty miles !
• through the enemy’s lines to \
• safety. •
• The story of his escape is t
• told by him in our new serial •
J “Outwitting the Hun.” J
! DO NOT FAIL j
: TO READ IT! j
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“JUNO” BEVERAGE
SHIPPED TO OTHER
ALASKA CONSUMERS
The Alaska Beverage Company
made Its first shipment of their new
beverage. "Juno," Monday night. They
sent forty-six barrels of the soft drink
to Petersburg and to Ketchikan.
"And." said 11. P. Sueasdorf, secretary
and treasurer of the company, “we
could have shipped more if we had
had it ready."
The bottled goods will be ready in
[ about a week.
The manufacture of a non-intoxicat
ing beer is a more difficult matter|
! than the manufacture of intoxicating
drink It takes more time and in
cludes several more processes And.
according to Mr. Sueasdorf, when it is
l finished it is as pure as anything you
; can drink.
The Alaska Beverage Company
came here from Valdez a few months
ago. The other officers of the com
pany are Otto llaering, president, and
M. Dleringer, vice president. It is
catering to the all-Alaska trade.—Ju
neau Umpire.
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The Northwestern Hardware Com
pany has just received a shipment ot
"Iiesolvo" sewer and drain pipe clean
ers.
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