The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-10-14
THE WAR IN MINIATURE
(By Robert Elston. STAN CorresrDn
dent. /. Y. 81 IL

the Strand this morning utfs a.
brass band playing the 1Marsts.l-
iaise " On the shoulder straps OF
bandsmen j read the words .Baifaa-
dos Homes A mounte1 police
man clears a way thru the traits for
the band Behind che band il a Iol-
umn Of young men marching ft11r
abreast. They were recruits for
Kitchener's army. on their way from
the Horseguards parade to Waterloo
station I count them-sshere are
about $50 OF them. They are stsen
dressed. MANY OF Them look like
clerks. Their collars are clean. Their
blue serge and brown suits are neat
and well-brushe1. Their boots are
sound. Some OF them carry brSWn
paper parcels. Others carry hand
bags. There il in their faces an air
of sober citation and serious cheer
fulness.
Workmen busy on new building
stop their work to cheer thIsm.
They cheer back. Men and wo4lhen
on top of the motor-busses wave
their greetings. But there IS mo
mafflcking. The mood of the re-
crufts and of the spectators n q
quiet earnestness. At Waterloo the
'fBarnado Homes band leaves item
and goes back to play more recrElfts
thru the streets-to Victoria, to
Charing Gross, to Waterloo. Weller
loo swiftly swallows the recruits,
and as their train goes out Red
Cross train comes in. 1t is the war
in epitome. The wounded coming
home, the recruits going forth. All
over Europe from the Vistula to the
Rhine, from the Rhine to the nlleu-
Sc, from the Meuse to the SamEEpre,
from the Sambre to the lMarn. and
from the Marin TO the Loire, the
streams of humanity meet and lass
increasingly.
The slightly wounded men in fala-
XII are Whirled away in beautiful
motor cars, thru rolling avenues of
cheers. Their skin is burnt with the
Belgian and French sun. They
smile at us. They wave their hailds,
some OF them look weary, ana their
smiles are like a palimpsest! -
joy written over the lines of toll and
peril. There is shadow Of sadness
under their bronzed BRIGHTNESS.
There is memory in their eyes. But
they are surprisingly clean and treat
and alert. They have bruihed
away the stain of the trenches from
their khaki But the differtmce
these returning soldiers and the re
cruits is unmistakable. These tnen
are bronzed: the recruits are iink
and white.
Under the marques on the Horse
Guards parade the recruits are be
ing enrolled. Clerks wearing an arm
let are writing all day long. Nov
and then a clerk throws down his
pen and stretches out his right arm
He has got writer's cramp. Each re-
cruit takes a great blue sheet and
joins column forming up within
the area that is roped off. Soon he
will be marching behind the Baima-
do Homes band to the station. Out
side the rope a girl IN white ho1sers.
She is beautifully dressed. Her
dainty white shoes look STRANGELY
coquettish. But her face Is pale and
absorbed with one passing. A ychlng
man hastily leaves the line OF re-
cruits, ducks under the rope and
speaks to her. She gives him a
paper bag filled with fresh pllIms.
He takes the bag sheepishly, kf;ses
her, and hastens back to his place
in the line. The girl tells a ssFm-
pathetic policeman that he calinot
come home TO his lunch and to say
goodbye to his mother. The girl is
evidently his sister. 1t Is war again
in epitome All over Europe WOMEN
have been saying goodbye to men
and saying it bravely without sobs
or tears
The scene shifts to Luxurious
picture tlheater OF Park lane. Tt is
9 O'Clock. the films stop, and a fWo-
man with a soft, clear voice pIsads
for money. For what? For beds
for hospitals. On the screens sele-
grams are shown, kilograms tl'om
hospitals asking for beds. The Iwo-
man Is Mrs. Hugo Anes- She has
many relatives at the front. Her
voice breaks into sob as she plFads
for beds, beds, beds. As we go out,
lady exquisitely clothed holds
plate. The plate Is heaped with cop
per and silver coins for beds.
The scene now shifts TO Oxford
street. The rub-a-dub of drums l.
heard. A silken banneret is seen
ehurch nursing and ambulance bri-