Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-05

lessly. Once, near the User. he was
sent through the trenches with a party
of twenty. The night was very dark.
and when they came to a section OF
flooded trench they climbed out and
walked along the parapet. The Ger
mans sent up star shell, and when
the lookouts saw the exposed men they
yards before they came to the end OF
the flooded section and wore able to
return to the trench.
Bullets whistledl all around u.s." he
said, happily.
Getting His Souvenirs
He has pocketfuls Of buttons he cut
Off the bodies Of dead Germans. This
occupation Is a highly hazardous one
in the daytime, inasmuch as bodies are
always buried If the burying can be
done in safety The boy used to sneak
out between the lines after dark and
hunt for the dead men. They had been
dead for weeks. some of them, but be
searched their pockets for his grisly
souvenirs" He has their diaries and
the pitiful. odds and ends of their
took these things in precisely the spirit
In which he would take the horns of a
deer. He is blind to the horror of it.
There was one funny thing" said
he, his eyes dancing.
Read his idea of what is funny in
war. A field Of dead had become Of
fensive. and a squad was told off to
get rid OF the poor remnants OF hu-
manity when the darkness made 1t
safe. With his accustomed hunger for
souvenirs" he volunteered for that
squad. They found the dead men there
in the Understanding over them,
seeing them as dim patches by the
starshine-and piled them in heaps.
bodies.
1.-THE petrol had to be lighted by a
fuse" said he. because as soon as it
began to flare up the Germans always
and then run like the dickens"
Just once did it seem to me that he
had caught some dim glimpse of what
war is. There is field on the User,
b between the the. lines, covered by the
white cattle they were, he said, like
those we see at home. They have been
there for months. Among them is the
body of an old woman.
I've looked at her lots of times"
said he. every time I passed where
she is. rye often wondered how it hap
pened. Maybe she was going out there
to milk her cows when it happened.
These peasants are awful careless. The
soldiers can hardly drive them away
from their homes, and then they sneak
back when they can. Queer, isn't it?"
When Four Spies Were Shot.
Once he saw four spies shot. That is,
as he explained, he did not precisely
see them shot He was afraid to leave
his ambulance and go over into the
field where he knew the shooting was
to take place. But he had inspected
them after sentence had been passed
and before they were executed, in quite
the spirit he would examine any other
curious spectacle. He had taken a sur
reptitious snapshot at them, but it did
not come out. Then he had fooled
around" with his ambulance, timing his
leaving town to coincide with the mo-
ment when the four spies were ranged
against a wall.
Il heard the shots and saw the crowd
and the bodies lying on the ground in
heap. he said. "Of course, l didn't
actually see the shooting. But 1 got
good picture of the crowd"
He had been under shell fire number
less times, and bits of shrapnel had
clinked against the house in which he
happened to be. and once a taube drop
ped bomb at his ambulance. 1t ex-
ploded about fifty feet away and Gov
cred him with dirt, but did no harm. It
seems not to have occurred to him that
he was ever in any personal danger.
The ambulance drivers. he said, were
always being. chased" out whenever
C.
They were not given a chance to see
anything. He had a fine time at West
Ende.
THE Germans used to shell that town
almost every day." said he. Our squad
had eight cars then, and the soldiers
used to hold US up just before we got
into town. Then we were sent in one
at time. each one starting when we
heard a she'll explode in town. SO we
could get through before they dropped
another in. The only thing I was ever
afraid of was engine trouble. If the old
RATHER had ever gone wrong when I
was half way through-good night II
Just a tire had popped I could have
come through on the rim"
He has had zone peach of time" he
said, and when he gets back to college
he'll open the eyes of some of those
guys back there with his souvenirs. He
is not altogether satisfied with his pho
tographs. for he had rather poor lens
Next summer when he comes over he
will have a better camera. If he had
known he would have chances to get
such corking pictures he would have
brought a better one over this time.
But he Is perfectly satisfied as it is.
1--WE had a bully summer" says he.