The Pulaskian., 1915-02-05
By c. LEROY BALDRIDeE.
Correspondent Chicago Post.)


 Amsterdam.-The German occupa tion of Antwerp had already become matter of routine when I arrived from Rosendaal In five days the new city government had adapted itsel1 perfectly to the burgomaster's offices and was working smoothly. 1t hat even instituted a regular motor bus service to Brussels But finding g certain cheese merchant who owned a wobbly-kneed animal, too hopeless to be requisitioned, and who said he didn't care where he went with it, chose to go that way.
 We found a war-swept road to the capital on either side rich growing fields plowed with trenches; tattered remnants of villages and scattered graves. The way was damned with homeless people carrying their belong ings in carts, wheelbarrows, baby buggies--ever fleeing.
 At Brussels, through the courtesy oi Brand Whitlock and the kommandan tur, certain amount of bluff and phe nomenal luck, 1 obtained pass to travel anywhere within the German lines in Belgium. Moreover it worked flor three weeks.
 Tries to Go Through Lines to Paris.
 Thus armed, I decided to attempt the impossible, and go through to Paris, in which 1 was encouraged by a Etrnnah cd hn e taken prisoner when the city surren- dered, and who had a similar ambi- tion. But not even my freshly stamped papers would tempt any cab man or chauffeur to start with us. There was nothing for it but to walk.
 During two days we saw little of war except occasional sentries and speeding military automobiles of that famous greenish-gray which blends so well with distance. Peasants were al ready replanting crops on tor of trenches and gathering beets. stolidly taking it all as matter of course.
 Mime. Lottin, the French nurse, had been named by my Brussels landlord ''le Grenadier;" and she was. We made 45 kilometers a day. But at Ma mur she found an opportunity of reach ing Paris through Holland, so l pro- ceeded along the Mouse to Dinant, town of terrible memories.
 This seems the most terribly pie turesque city in Belgium. Its jagged walls and falling chimneys rise up hopelessly from heaps of debris in the midst of all that majestic natural grandeur along the two banks of the river. There is the Grotto where 800 women and children crouched in the and forth above them for two days; and the sidewalk near the water where hundr ds of civilians were said to have been lined up and shot.
 Gets Lift in a Supply Wagon.
 From Dinant military supply wagon gave me lift to Givet, France But here for the first time my pass was not sufficient, and ] narrowly es- caped arrest.
 Walking by way of Florennes I ar rived at Thuin. On high ground near the clock tower l stood by a Belgian trench, with the country spread out maplike all around, while an eye-wit- ness explained graphically about the siege; how the Germans came down under continuous fire, where they built bridge; how the allies were forced back from point to point and the climax of bayonet charges on the hills behind And he told me how in the midst of the fight French of ficer turned mad and ran frothing at the mouth about the street, terrifying the few people who had remained hid in cellars. I advised my guide to practice up on his English to be ready for the curious American tour ists of few years hence. For none will miss Thuin.
 At the Hotel de Vile a newsboy was crying his papers. Thinking these were newspapers he carried under his arm, I bought one. It was an off, cial death list, and sold at a penny.
 By this time my heavy United States army shoes were worn thin. Again I tried to rent some lind of vehicle, but not one remained in the city. Finally, however, I was offered bicycle for 100 francs, which the owner had taken to pieces and hid from the Germans So, secreting ourselves that night in a basement room, we reconstructed this machine.
 Stopped at Maubeuge.
 At Maubeuge, France, soldier who could talk English was kind enough to explain that, though he had or ders to shoot on sight any civilian rid ing a bicycle, he would be gentle and merely arrest me. Fortunately, the officer in charge had been in the Philippines for 20 years and consid- cred himself almost an American. But must return to Brussels, he said, and after much difficulty procured a pass for me init fahrrad" I decided to take the long way back.
 One noon I stopped at a little "es-