MEETS 0. S.r OOPS COMING
FROM TH jrBAPTISM OF FIRE"
Ihey Were Tired, Dirty With Mud and Stains of Battle, but Full ot
"Pep”—No Illusions Either as to Glory or Pageantry
of War, or the End They Were Pursuing
or the Price to Be Paid.
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On n beautiful spring morning I left
n certain French headquarters. Otu
object was to rendezvous with Amert
can fitnfT officers who were going tc
take us to see something of the Unit
ed States expeditionary force. The
guns on both sides were silent, the
roads were losing their night truttlr.
Hour after hour sped by, the sun’i
heat Increased, hut, though we lost
our first freshness, we could not lose
that feeling of anticipation that we
were going to see something wonder
ful, to be witnesses of the working
of a force In history, a sight that tens
of years hence we should still be re
lating to our grandchildren, wrltei
Geoffrey Butler In the New’ York
World.
The approach of our destination
was not unheralded. More and more
frequent on the road we passed the
green-gray motor trucks with hoys
from home In charge, khakl-clad and
helmeted with a tin helmet different
from the French, flatter, more like a
soup plate than the casque of a me
dieval knight, in armor, such as the
Pol In wears. Old stagers at the front
tell one that you may know the dis
cipline of an army from the way It
keeps its place on the road.
Ho the vehicles straggle Into the
middle of the roadway, thus blocking
Other traffic? Then the discipline Is
had and organization will generally
be awry. Do the men on the box
smartly respond to the passing of an
officer? Then, sure enough, the re
lation between officers and enlisted
men is cordial and satisfactory.
An Orderly Transport Train.
It was fine to see each motor lorry
hug the road's extreme right edge and
every column of these United States
transport wagons neatly and regularly
spaced, while there never was any
shirking, never an Intentional and
timely glance the other way. “Old
Glory" on our car, the United States
uniform within, always elicited n
smart salute from the enlisted man ir,
charge of every party, from the others
a friendly luiml wave and a shouted
message.
We approached a village and on the
village green we saw a ear or two of
transatlantic make—unwonted sight
amid the motorcars of France, i
changed my car and sat with a colo
nel holding n big position on the stub
of Pershing. With us his assistant
and Pomeroy liurtou of Hendon and
New York, now head of the I'.ritish
war mission in Paris, the hitter just
buck from, and very full of, a won
derful and minute Inspection of tin
United States lines of communication,
which he prophesies will, when al
lowed to he described in print, provide
the newspaper sensation of the day in
liurope anil America.
We hud a Inneish run in front of us
anil there was time to settle down to
m Interchange of talk. It was new
to the Americans t,> get a man from
home and we were submitted to the
•ompletest cross-questioning that I
have ever had to undergo.
Of every city and community in the
United States I could say to each in
turn: "Do you know how the memory
and love of you has been carried
overseas? Do you know how the
anxieties, tlie heartaches, tin1 desires
fulfilled, the loves anil lives and oc
cupations of past days that you may
have regarded as over and gone for
aver are living once again, re-enaeted
In the memory of soldier men 3,IKK) to
3,000 miles away from home, with lit
tle prospect of return till war is flu
shed?”
"An Homeric Company.’’
Then it was our turn to put the
questions, and as the long line of
trees on either side of the roadway
flashed behind us we were admitted
to the fellowship of the company of
United States fighters, worshipped its
heroes, learned of Its achievements.
They are in truth an Homeric com
pany. seasoned by frontier lighting,
masters of the war cunning of the
Filipino or of the Mexican, sons of
service, yet very much alive to new
conditions.
Was there not Major X, who, to
teach his men the possibilities of ac
curate machine gun lire, drove his own
luto lf» yards along parallel to and in
(Tout of the barrage put up by the
company he was training? Or Lieu
tenant Y’, most daring of most mod
ern jockeys, who drove his mobile ;
tank down a disused well to demon
strate its climbing powers?
There was the young quartermaster
corps lieutenant placed in charge of
a transport from the other side, who,
with tin1 help of his minute squad on
board, had placed half the ship's ofll- i
cers anil crew in irons for the breach ;
of a regulation concerning the Inter- !
pretatlon of which there was ground
for legitimate dispute.
On arrival his chief, more skilled in
the Interpretation of service regula
tions, yet wise in the wisdom of
many years’ service with Uncle Sam,
was broad enough to adopt the read
ing of the regulation so drastically ,
^ suppressed, and al the same time to
l commend the boy for his pluck anil I
vigor.
Other stories there were too that |
one had heard in other dress of other |
persons on other sectors of the front
Wlint matter? Ileaven bless the an
ecdota! exchange which indicates i
common point of view between all tin
allies on the western front. Kvet
by now, I stake my life, there an
plenty of exclusive American wai
stories for men to tell In later day!
at the gathering together of Amerl
can branches of the veteran societies
of the great world war.
Of a sudden we drew up In the out
skirts of a village. In front of us
about a hundred yards away, we saw
u double line of troops fur as tin
eye could see, drawn up us If for in
spectlon by a little grntip of officer:
clustered round a clearing on tin
right. Our cars came to a stand-still
1 by a group of women dressed in
nurses’ uniforms, who looked up will
a smile as we alighted. 1 thought
at first that they were French, but a
second glance detected some rather
extra trimness of costume, and In a
minute we were in conversation with
some bright American girls, taking
a minute's rest after several long
hours In the local casualty station.
They amplified what our host, the
colonel, had predicted, and we
learned that we were face to face
with United States troops straight
from the firing line. It appeared that
they hud passed a stormy night In
the trenches, been attacked, had beat
en oft attacks, suffered casualties, anil
been relieved when all was once more
quiet.
Straight From the Firing Line.
It was a moving instant when we
passed Into the presence of the troops
and saw them straight from their bap
tism of fire. The commanding officer
received us warmly, but begged us to
go down among the men and make
their acquaintance face to face. The
men were very tired, dirty with the
mud and stains of battle, but full of
"pep” and only anxious to get a come
back at the enemy. They said they
got their mall regularly, and that the
food was good.
Secretary Baker seemed to have won
laurels on his tour in France. More
than one man mentioned his visit as a
real visit from way back home, and
an Incident that made home nearer.
One man sent a message of thanks to
the New York Sun for cigarettes. Sev
j eral sent their messages to relatives
and friends. Very brave and uncom
plaining were these men who had that
morning stared death out of counte
nance. Like other seasoned troops of
other armies, they had no illusions ns
to the glory or the pageantry of war;
but they were men, too, with no Illu
sions as to the end they were pursuing
or tin- price they were prepared to pay
for It. That, I think, was the spirit
that animated them within. Outward
ly one only noticed their friendliness,
their patience and their soldierly ap
The “Mediatory Sacrifice.”
I walked bark to our waiting motor
with a Hainan Catholic chaplain. The
experience which I had Just passed
through made talk seem incongruous,
on my side at any rate, and we walked
In silence. We passed the village
church, a typical building of no Inter
est at all, with a large notice announc
ing special masses, with an English
sermon for the Catholic United States
soldiers.
"Not very easy to put your feelings
into words, is it?" said my companion,
Interpreting my thoughts. “It is only
in very old language and In very old
conceptions that we can find an equa
tion able to express at all what the
world is going through, and what we
see around us at the front.”
"You mean?” I answered, puzzled.
"The world is learning a new lesson
as to the meaning of a mediatory sac
rifice !”
Catholic or non-Catholic, Christian
or Freethinker, who is there that will
suy him nay?
SAYS HUBBY IS CRUEL
Oregon Woman Says He Forces Her
to Be German.
An American woman who five years
ago married a member of the German
colony near Mulino, Ore., has an
nounced that she will file stilt for di
vorce, following requirement that she
register as an enemy alien.
"I tint nn American," she says, "and
I will n<ft he classed as a German just
because I married one. My husband
and I have no difficulties, but war Is
war. and I feel that I am justified In
seeking to regain my citizenship."
It is said she will allege “cruel and
unusual trenment,” ns the basis of
her suit, claiming that It Is cruel of her
husband to “force her to he a German,
awing to Ills negligence In not taking
>ut naturalization papers.”
Girls Good Painters.
Misses Frances and Edith, daugh
ters of Emlon Darlington of Pocopson,
Pa., have developed Into painters of
"high" degree. Hecently they paint
ed the burn. Including the high roof
with nil Its ungles; tin* house aud
other buildings. The girls also have
charge of the large dairy on the fariu
aud perform much of the work.
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LIBERTY LOAN
BONDS FINDING
| MANY BUYERS
Subscriptions for Fourth Liberty
Loan bonds continue to pour into the
J local banks and although these gov
j eminent gilt-edged securities have
] only been on sale three days Cordo
vans have already purchased $46,720
worth. Our quota is $71,500 and it Is
expected that this amount will be sub
scribed before the end of the week,
j The following is a list of the purchas
| ers for today:
October 1
Joseph K. Anderson, Edward An-j
derson, Mrs. \V. H. Graves, Gus An
derson. Mrs. James Lyons, Hanry !
I’avlet, Jane Murray, Allan Lund, J. A. 1
i’etorsen, Charles Cochran. Mrs Ida
Dyson, Genevieve Dyson, Kenneth J.
MacCorruac, Donald J. MacCormac,1
Dan II. Sexton, Mrs. Louise Sexton,
Thomas \V. Gaffney, Dennis Kelly, L
G. Belter, John Oden, Itichard Adams,
Donald Adams, Roberta Heron.
Eleanor M. Adams. Virginia Heron,
Norman Bigford, John McGillivray.
Ailene Brock. Edith Catherine Smith, |
James B. Ferrel. Jr.. Roderick Mac- ,
Donald. John S. Bergman. Michael C,
Beriningham. Patrick Jewell. Gus .lop
son, Mieford .1 Florence, Tom Teels.
Grace E. Marten. A. J Adams. Joseph
Kisling, Armand Smith. Janet Curran.!
Lorentzen. Frank A. Douglas. Lewis ,
H. Keist. Paul Hloedhorn Peter Shu j
man. Mrs. Jennie Meredith. William
W. Patterson. John Debuider. (Jeorge
Stephens, Rudolf Voigt. Fred
Schramm. Mrs. Fred Haef, Fred Haef.
Ted Hoeek. K. Sato. Frederick B.
Bihly. Archie Reirhrower. 11 S.
Hutchison. Joe Miller. Walter Bullard.
Mrs. Threocy Bullard. James Serstad.
(’harles Hale. Jessi* Bowers. W. R
Hillery. Mrs Kdward Wildt. Francis ,
Phillips, Mrs Mary Ziegler. Mrs
Argie Walker. Michael Baldwin. Mr*.
Klara Valuer, (Jeorge Morris. (Jus
' 'nuvieh. Tim Jurkov u li, Daniel Ren
eg;:r. Lewis L. Luska, Frank \dam.
.Jim Modesto. (Jeorge Miskag, (Jeorge
Rutnieh. \i k Pappas. Fre l Kliucci.
Today's subscriptions .
Total .$46,720
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THOSE FEATHERS
When certain soldiers from the an
tipodes were in New York a little
while ago a woman was heard to say «
Jo mother
“There goes one of them Austra- ,
lians." ! i
“How do you know?”
“You can tell by the kangaroo feath- |
ers in his hat." Boston Transcript.
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MORE JUDGMENT NEEDED
The iissMSsiniitlnn of the former
czar aroused only languid interest in
the allied countries, but that isn’t say
ing that a good, discriminating assas
sin operating in Russia couldn’t get
a big hand from the allied public.—
Syracuse Herald.
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Victor Opera Sextette.
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Fare Thee Well,” Marie Cahill.
RED SEAL
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