The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-10-02

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to be wounded, give me the shoulder
All shoulders do well. And what
heroes they will be. Why am / here?
Oh, I'm running a feed-the-brute stall.
You know. Coffee and cigarettes and
bread and butter at peaceand-plenty
prices. Started with S25 capital in a
waiting room. Now built bath houses
and stalls regardless and feed EN- by
the hundred Oh, soldiers. all soldiers
of sorts. The difference is that all
| the fighters say, Thank you, miss,
and the-base fellows are apt to grouse.
The army had thoughts of killing us
off. We started year ago in Sep
TENDER. They thought about 1t till
April and are now going the pace.
However, they won't kill me in a
hurry. Might as well try to kill the
Y. NJ. c. A, who do roaring trade in
the same business. We save a trag
edy day from bad temper and starva-
ton and a score from drunkenness.
But If any of your friends went to
send US something. plump for boxing
gloves and punch balls. Now wait half
a moment while l watch my chauffeur
she cuts the bread and butter, you
know-and well have lunch.
Idiom Of Initials.
THE room was full of people with
amazing brassards on their arms, red,
white, tricolor, and even green, and
someone was retelling the standard
story of the newcomer who asked an
habitue at the base how to go some
where or other. The answer began
glibly in the prevalent idiom of ini-
tials:
"'Oh, should go to a T. C. O.,
who will introduce you to the d. A.
d. r. T., who will refer the matter
to G. H. O.. and then But this was
too much for the questioner.
Excuse me- he said, I'm of to
have a B. and g.
IF he had gone on this mission at
the moment he would have found two
airmen, with their feet on the brass
rail Of the American bar. drinking an
orange squash and discussing earnest
ly whether it was worse to be shelled
in the air or the trenches. They de-
cided in favor of the air.
I'm fairly terrified at shells on the
ground said one. But in the air they
don't seem to matter
From this they diverged to the OBJ
tuseness of certain aerial observers
who had to see a battery from all
angles and make figures of eight
above it before they could decide
whether 1t was not a moving machine
or manure heap. However, in spite
OF the observers they were doomed
to carry and the shrapnel that was
always puncturing their wings but
missing their tank and the ground fog
and the new German air colossus, they
were quite decided that the air was
the place Of places and their Job the
picked job. And IL is a fact that of
all the men of all types who pass
through this vanity fair the airmen
are the most distinct in type. The
air has lent them it's peculiar qualities
Of light and breadth, as the sailor has
borrowed the salt of his character
from the expanses of the unharvested
sea.
Wanted His Appetite.
with their noses on the same brass
rail lay two great dogs, a lurcher with
every air of aristocracy in his form
and manner, despite his mixed ances-
try, and red Irish retriever. One Of
the masters had come out from his
county town to hunt down missing
kits. The other had left the stock ex-
change to blossom into a train-con-
Quoting officer and wear a red bras
sard.
Just got an invitation to shoot
grouse on the 18Th said one. and a
neighbor countered with a quotation
from his wife's letter. which he took
from his pocket and read. III you don't
come home soon the patch Of litho-
spermum will be over, and as our only
gardener went of today to make fuses
it's likely to be the last you will see.
Besides. your appetite is wanted Even
the village can't eat all the vegetables
we plant
He began to read the next sentence,
but stopped with jerk. almost with a
blush. and put the letter carefully in
hfs pocketbook.
Then came stories of the dogs
rival intelligences. and these were lost
in a sea of chatter. of tittle-tattle |
mixed with the grimmest anecdotes Of |
MAR in this wav