The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-07-14
French Junior Officer With
Camera Snaps French
Fighters Resting Between
Duels of Artillery.
HEARS TEUTON SONGS
Takes Photograph and Kai-
ser's Men Throw Bundle of
Cigarettes at Daring Off
Ger of Foes.

PARIS, July 1.-THE current issue
of "LIllustration,' Frances leading
pictorial weekly, contains a remarka-
Bile story and remarkable photograph
of an incident which occurred ten days
ago In the famous forest of the Ar
come Both picture and narrative are
the work Of French junior officer,
who writes:
The General one morning said to
me, Il want you to make your way to
our first line, and II possible photo
graph the German trenches twenty
yards away. Mind you keep your wits
about you, for the enemy shoots the
moment he hears q sound"
Amid mass ofrbfanches perceiv-
ed our lads. A lieutenant, warned by
telephone, was expecting me. In a pen
etrating whisper he said, "Hish!
they're only Is metres Off" soon
reached a faggot hedge. and peeping
through, with the aid of field-glass,
could distinguish a heap of fresh
soil ahead. 1t was the German trench
es. ze
Don't look too long," said the lieu
tenant in my ear. "or bullet will
whip that perfscope from your hand.
What we'd like to know is whether
they're bad boys or good boys"
- Explains Terms.
BY bad boys" he meant the Prus-
SLAMS who fling grenades, bombs, or
minenwerfer, shells morning, noon and
night; and by good boys" the Saxons,
who leave US in peace for hours at a
stretch
We kept as still as mice all the
while, watching intently Suddenly the
lieutenant began to whistle the popu-
lar German song:
Drunten i'm Unterland,
Eli da lists so thunderstorm.
In the valley below
How glorious the life!
He stopped. We never moved q
muscle. Then from the trench opposite
came the concluding couplet, whistled
in the same key:
Ell da lists so wunderschoen,
Da mocht' ich jaeger sein!
How glorious the life ~. ....
With their huntsmen you know!
could hardly believe my ears. At
my side soldier exclaimed, Look!
there's a German. That's the first
we've seen alive since the war began.
Ordered To Be Silent.
Hold your tongue! Do you want to
be bombarded?" This from the lieuten.
ant.
"Heavens!" pursued the soldier,
whom artillery has made deaf, There
is couple, one with green cap and
something shining on it,"
With my glass could easily see two
German heads just appearing above
their parapet Of earth-a sharp-shooter
and a Bavarian infantryman.
They saw the blue kept of our i'm
prudent 'piou-piou." In genial terms
they called out, "m Morgen Kan.
rade." Good morning, comrade)
Then other heads appeared l counted
five; one belonged to an officer. This
seemed to be the physiological mo-
ment to get a useful and curious rec
ord. So l handed the lieutenant the
camera and he held it above the
trench and cried out, photograph
iren?"
ga, Ja," called back the Germans,
whose round faces broke into a broad
smile.
l quickly scaled our trench and get
ting possession of the kodak I stretch
ed myself flat on the loose soil and
focused the German trench. "Click,"
and with a salute to the enemy drop
ped back into the trench just as a
CHEEKY "Dank" came across the inter
vening space.
They seemed quite happy. One of
them went so far as othrow us a
packet of cigarettes. A bough stopped
1t, and instantly German came out
of his trench apparently with the OBJ
ject of picking it up and handing it to
us. But the lieutenant, with a grim
smile pointed revolver at him; the
Teuton returned and the cigarettes
stayed where they were.