Courier Democrat., 1916-02-03
Would Give Mother a Prisoner.

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tactful.
Would Give Mother a Prisoner.
DR.. Stefan Dettre, Hungarian ar
my surgeon, i'll n letter to his brother
i'll New York says the thing foremost
in the minds of the wounded is how
soon they can get back to the fighting.
II treated wounded man." DR.. Det-
tire writes, "who distinguished himself
by the capture single handed of five
Serbs. He was summoned before his
colonel and commended for the feat
and was asked what favor he would
seek as Il reward. Blushing like Il
schoolboy, the big yollel finally stam-
mered forth that he would like to have
one of the prisoners to send to his old
mother as present. 1t developed that
the poor fellow was an only son and
his widowed mother had been left
alone on her tiny farm. His chief con-
Germ was that she should have farm
hand for the harvest.
zone last anecdote which had to do
with an incident of the present cam
separated from the main forces on the
march and suddenly found themselves
attacked by an overwhelming number
of the enemy. a score of field kitch
ems were bringing up the rear when
the commissary officer in charge sud
denly realized what was taking place
ahead Of him.
Instead Of rctreating, however, he
, ordered his drivers to gallop forward,
and the heavy, numbering ovens came
laundering ahead in a swirl Of dust
! Immediately the enemy, thinking that
our artillery was coming into action,
beat hasty retreat. Later the Incl
dent became known throughout the
army, and today the pet name Of the
| soldiers for the field kitchens is 'Gul-
yasagyuk' cthe goulash guns)."
Girls Letter In Sandbag.
Outside Kings Cross station, Lon.
don, a lank and limping Australian
/, trooper from Gallipoli stepped up tc
Il man and asked for a light.
The trooper seemed just bit strange
and forsaken in London, and the Eng
lishman who accommodated him with
!, match asked if he had friends.
"Not in London town." the wounded
man replied, but Scotland way"
Then asking his new found acquain-
tance to step to where the glare of
station lamp would enable him to read,
! the Australian pulled from his tunic
| pocket much fingered letter.
Its from Dundee lass" he ex-
planned, "and I'm on my way to see
her and her parents and fix things up.
This is how it came about: Folks in
Dundee have been sending out sand
bags, and it happened to be my job one
day to turn them-they always arrive
! inside out-ald fill them. Well. out OF
| one tumbled a letter from Miss -
of Dundee, saying if it fell into the
hands of q lonely soldier she'd be glad
to cheer him with an occasional letter.
I was on for that act, and we've been
writing to each other ever since I've
got prosperous sheep farm back in
| Australia, and I'm going to Dundee to
| try to make her see the advantage of
accepting a half interest in it for life"
The Coward Who Was Cured.
"Have [ ever had case of coward
ice? Yes, once, and l cured it," re-
lated an officer. "We We're in period
of very heavy fighting, and one day
one man came to me crying. Colonel
he said, let me go back. l have done
my best; I cannot stand it any more; 1
am all broken up. 1t isn't my fault I
have done all 1 could. Let me go,
colonel; let me go
II looked at him. He was a strap
ping giant and had been so far a good
soldier. 1 felt sorry for the man, for
I knew that he had done his best. But
to yield an inch to him would have
been ruinous to the spirit of the regi-
ment. Brown l said to him (his
name was not Brown, you have got
to go through with it. Take this let
ter to the officer commanding the front
line
II was called to another section of
the line, and when 1 came back l
found that Brown had returned. BE
had delivered the message and brought
back the receipt. I sent for him to
congratulate him. 1 found him still
in the same broken mood. Let me
go, colonel; let me co. he pleaded. 4
sent for you to congratulate you,' !
said. I withdraw my congratulations
You will take another message to the
front. If you are not cured then you
| 4oJx
other until you get your nerve back
again. 1t was hard, but there was
nothing else for it. That man is to-
day fighting in the ranks of our regi-
ment and doing his work as we'll as
any man there
Tight Shoes Kill Wearer.
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