The Cordova daily times., 1915-06-26
REPORTER VISITS TEUTON ARMY
 IN FRANCE

the seeker after sensations Is com mended a luncheon at the German front, In an Understand" or protect ed underground cave house occupied by some officer In tue immediate neigh borhood of battery of heavy artillery.
 Let him preferably come directly to the cave from the trenches at a time when the firing has been heavy, and where he has been able to see rows upon rows of dead between the Ger man and French lines; and where also he has been given a glimpse of real warfare. and some of It's hardshlps, and if possible let him choose the coloners wedding anniversary for the day of his visit, for then there will be, out in the veritable wilderness, champagne in honor of the occasion and perhaps lively piano to offset the shrleking of the shells as they tear overhead.
 This opportunity to make a study in contrasts was afforded an Associ- ated Press correspondent on a recent tour of Northern France.
 The morning had been devoted to inspecting the remarkable trenches that form a vertable underground city. with houses" that have all the com forts of home" Overhead the Ger man shells shrieked continuously, and their devastating effect could be seen in part by circumspect glimpses over the top of the trenches.
 The way led by the Bayarian colonel was through the winding. twisting, seemingly interminable "Laufgraben" or connecting trenches, and led out suddenly into a little wooded clump, less than a thousand yards from the French trenches and not twice that from their batteries. Just behind the trees was a German battery that one could hear but not see.
 With a twinkle in his eye. the Bavarian colonel turned sharply to the right, down a neat and well-bullt pair of steps and along a path fianked by flowers. The path led into a spacrous room. the ceiling of which was about on level with the ground, perhaps a little lower.
 At the entrance stood 8 mahogany piano. Comfortable chairs stood about. On one wall was a book case, and on another a big map with the German lines indicated by little flags. In the center was a long table, with spotless linen and gleaming white china. A vase of flower sadded the final touch.
 Smiling, the colonel took his place at the head of the festive board, in- vited the correspondent to a seat at his side, and waved to his accompany ing officers to take their seats. He admitted, a little diffidently, that 1t was his wedding anniversary and that he felt like celebrating.
 His officers were in the midst of con gratulations when-bang-went one of the guns in the battery just to the rear, and the shell could be plainly heard as 1t tore over the roof of the little dwelling, so incongrous in the midst of all the evidences of active warfare.
 For reply one of the musically tai ented officers jumped up and ran to the piano and struck up the Wedding March. It's strains boomed out in the little room, and were drowned for a second as another--boom-sounded from the battery.
 No luncheon in big city could have been more tastefuily arranged nor could have tasted one-half as good From some mysterious recess ser vant-summoned by an improvised electric beil-drew forth red and white wine, and then champagne. The col opel apologized for the shortage of glasses. only one apiece, and that champagne had to be drunk from a claret glass rinsed out with spring water after serving It's first purpose
 To the tune of booming cannon and shrieking shells the health of the col onel and that of his wife were drunk in ice-cold champagne that tasted fully one hundred per cent better thar 1t would have tasted if served from ( silver cooler. The colonel responded with graceful words regarding tht American press. The luncheon was over, to the regret of everyone. A boarded up entrance to what ap peared to be closet or chest caugh the eye of the correspondent