Evening star., 1914-11-08

to Windsor, Ontario, where the Barr
homestead is located, and where James
Barr's father still lives. There. for the
past two years, he has attended the
high school and incidentally became,
for his age, one Of the best of buglers.
There Is cadet corps at the Winasor
High School, and Jimmie Joined 1t.
Quite an all-round little musician. he
took to playing the bugle as a pretty
gifl takes to hammocks. and won a
handsome silver instrument not long
before he left the school. at the end OF
his second year, and came PACK TO
England for good.
And then along came the war! All
three of the Barr boys were anxious
from the first to serve their country,
and their father and sisters were as
anxious to have them, all except jim
mie. Nobody even thought of Jimmie
as a potential warrior; no one but the
boy himself. who. however. kept alb
soiutely quiet about his deep designs.
The end of 1t was that James was the
drst one of the three to be taken as
soldier. Jimmie the first to get into
uniform, and Jimmie Is now gettfng
more from the country for his services
as a military man than both OF MS
brothers put together.
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How did he manage it? Well. once
more in the phrase of our beloved
country, he "got out and hustled" and
needed not rebuffs. Tucking his silver
buele under his arm one fine morning
about a month ago, he started out to
find a regiment that would accept his
services as a tootler, and a tough time
he had of it, and no mistake! He was
too young and too little and nobody
would take him seriously
A few burly, hard-bitten ana pro.
fame recruiting sergeants even went
to the length of telling him that II he
didn't take himself off in hurry they
would bend him over their knee ana
this. though it did not frighten him,
proved more than a bit discouraging:
Before his real chance came he had
tried every territorial regiment IN IN
each one. He tackled thirteen of them
in one day, and some of them he
tackled twice. One Of the latter was
the famous London Scottish, now at
once from the portals Of its big bar
racks in Westminster. Jimmie, with
the help of his father, who was now as
keen to have him get in as even the
Introduction to the commanding officer,
but all to no purpose, for the COM
mander, like all the rest. declined to
take on the little boy" as he termed
Jimmie.
That determined youngster was al
most discouraged when, one morning.
Barr pere. perusing the London Times
with his one good eye, noticed an ad-
vertisement to the effect that bugiers
were required by the twenty-eighth
City of London Rifles. popularly known
as the Artists" and off sped Jimmie
forthwith to the headquarters OF that
regiment, near the Euston road. or.
close to where most of US land when
we step off the train that has brought
US down from Liverpool to this modern
Babylon.
Jimmy had been to the Artists" once
before, of course. and the doorkeeper
at first would have none of him. but
the boy persisted that he had come in
answer to an advertisement, and at
last got himself admitted to the big
drill-hall. where some twenty other
candidates for the post of bugler. all
of them men grown. were already
assembled.
As it happened, the colonel of the.
regiment was on hand to hear the
trials. and greatly pleased he appeared
at the presumption of the plucky little
chap in short trousers who had come
to pit himself against men Of twice
and three times his age. The good
humored disdain Of all parties WAS
however, for when 1t came