The Sentinel=record., 1915-05-12

Lyck. East Prussia, May ll.-The devastation and destruction that has been visited uaon all of Eastern prus. sia cannot be more stuNngly appre- ciated than by a trip from this uUIa town to Crajeyo, a few miles across the border
 The trip supplies a remarkable ser. ies of contrasts that are fundamental and far-reaching. Black is no more like white than this part of Germany is hlle far western Russia from the st1rGl oint of population, customs, and the general appearance of the country.
 Fom Lyck t) the border every house, without exception it is sad. cas been rifled or partly torn down. The broad. wei paved road is practice ally lined with the remnants of sub, s,aEtial buildings that in some case, particularly in the border town of Pro siken were once attractive
 Along the road, as along virtually every road of it's kind in Germany. are shade trees except where they have been cut down to allow of artillery fire. They are so universal that one gets use to them quite unconsciously and imediately feels the lack of them when they disa pear.
 The peasants largely of the Polish type, appear to be self-respectug and Ileasant They greet the casual pas serby much as the farmer in America says how do you do to the stranger along the road, but with the same tnee of equality in the greeting
 The once pleasant and prosperous country from Lyck to the border has been turned into a desert waste. In village after village there. stand only the firm, substantial chimneys that even fire will not level to the ground Almost without exception the remnants of the houses are of brick
 Then one comes to the line and al most in the time it takes to close ones eyes and open them again the scene changes so materially that one might be hundred miles away.
 First of all the deyestation has ceased. Not house has been levelled and not a building damaged But in their very character the houses pro claim the marked contrast. The brick has given way to matched nuts. low, onestory affairs that fairly reek with filth and grime.
 In the doOrWays stood, as an Asso. ciated Press correspondent and the trip recently, smirkng, groyelling peasants, who bowed almost to the ground again and again, as long as the automobile was in sight. They showed the same servility to the mili- tary everywhere in command of the situation, and were quite oblivious Of the scornful reception of their abectj saIutations
 As quickly as the character of the houses had changed, so had the trees vanished, and for thousapds of yards stretched a bare, black road, cozy and treacherous over which the automo. piles made their way with difficulty.
 Lyck, Naggraboya and other little loWHs on the German side of the bOr. der but near the Russian line had left much 10 be desired in the way of cleanliness and general attractiyeness. but as compared to Grajeyo, when it finally was reached, they were models of beauty and sanitation
 The nearest approach to similarity was the inevitable market square. al most as big in size as all the rest of the town together. But in place of the familiar brick Buildings, often of handsome construction, there lined the market nothing more pretentous than dirty novels
 The desperateness with which the Russians had combatted the Germans for every foot of the territory was