Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1916-09-17

fiction in your snug home about III,
war are certain that You know al
about II; have you really the fsintes
notion OF what Is going on9 Have you
not really got sick Of hearing, talking
and reading war? | can see you
throwing away your paper glancine
around with a sigh and thank your
stars that you are al home, safe and
far away. ! can see you almost ten
derly 60 TO the piano and finger the
ever open copy THE End OF "a Perfect
Day This is the life after all. Give
me home. comfort and all that goes
with IT, You bet.
Yes, but what about those men,
thousands Of miles away7 Men, who
like you are essentially human and
love what 80 ulove. DO you think just
because they are in the trenches play
ing roker with fate, with their lives
for ante and their country, their
homes and their families for stake, do
you for one moment think that these
men are not going to be us comfortable
~ they can2 Would II astonlsh you
TO hear from tho lips OF almost every
bearded. ragged and dirty "poilu' that
after all This Is the IAfe?"
over and over again since ! have
come back from the trenches have ]
been asked the following questions:
Tell me, are things really half as bad
over there as the papers would have
US believe; and, why do men go out
and fight rich mans war;" To the
first ! Invariably reply that things are
certainly ten times worse than any
newspaper reports. and the second
query positively refuse to answer II
shows such an amazing grasp OF the
situation. such a prodigious intellect
to even ask such r question.
Has Humorous Side.
But listen, forget for few minutes
the terrors of this war-and believe
me they are very real--and / will en-
deavor TO show you some of the
brighter sides. There IL nothing in
this world SO tragic. but that he who
will can find humorous side. You
have only to know where to find 1t.
At the beginning Of this war II was
the custom TO leave the regimental
band at home. Now certain Fusilier
regiment was about TO leave its station
somewhere in Ireland for the front
and the bandmaster. who realized that
he and his band would be left At home
to play sweet strains to an empty gar
rison town, by no means relished the
idea. In fact as d committee of one
he emphatically vetoed the proposition
and decided to proceed under his own
orders.
In the confusion of the transports-
tion--for In those early days there WAS
bandmaster and his
band went along unnoticed and
reached the base in France with their
regiment. There he was of course
discovered and after much rowing on
the part OF the colonel he was told
to play the regiment through town
and to stop at the base.
Well, he played his boys TO their
train to the martial strains of the
British Grenadiers" and saw them
safely off, playing "Tipperary." But
he certainly was not going to stop
there. Neither he nor any of his 2S
men could talk word of French, but
with their British doggedness he knew
he would eventually get to his regi-
ment at the front
So he bundled his men with their
instruments into the next train and
rode about twenty-four hours when
they had to get out. But to their dis
may they were nowhere near the
British troops. Instead they found
themselves somewhere in the south
east of France surrounded by gaping
mob of Zouaves and Frenchmen.
Plays for Occasion.
Nothing daunted the bandmaster.
He paraded his men and playing the
"Marseillaise" proudly marched off
eastward amidst the cheers and shouts
OF Joy of their allies Finally. dis
obeying orders, they arrived at the
trenches and proceeded to give con-