Arizona republican., 1917-09-09

showed a change and cries of discon- tent began to be heard. A group of soldiers went up to the woman and severely upbraided her because DOW of red ribbon was fastened over the ear of her Pomeranian dog. Such use of the symbol of revolution was shock ing, they said, as it showed wish to ridicule the great movement. The sol diers shouted shrieked and Jumped about excitedIy, to the utter astonish- ment of the pretty woman and of the Pom But the woman eXtricated her self from an embarrassing position with the guile of a true daughter of Eve. She took the ribbon from her dogs head and placed it in her own hair Once more the crowd changed it's tone and it was amid enthusiastic cheering that she and the dog, took the train a little later.
 A certain general was suspected by his men of being only luke warm to- wards the new movement, so delega- tion of soldiers waited on him to ask his real opinions.
 'Pll tell you just what I am," he said to them, and you can tell it to every one. I look upon by men as my ! children and so have no reason not to tell them the whole truth. l am a Maximalist anarchist After that I am sure you won't want any further de- tails.''
 The men went away delighted They declared to the regiment that had sent i them The general is absolutely right. He is so tremendously revolutionary that we couldn't even remember the name that he Said.''
 Two soldiers had happened to speak to general and one had used the term, Your Excellency,' as was the custom before the revolution. The other sol i dier afterwards rebuked his companion 1 for such a lapse from new principles.
 You said Excellency'. Well, of course, 1 said 'EXcellency !" But don't you know that now you mustn't say 'Excellency?
 And why mustn't we say 'Excellency any more?"
 What? Why? Because we have made the revolution and now we are all free"
 The first soldier was silent for a minute, and then remarked:
 But since We are all free, we are free to say Excellency' if we like to-"
 The other soldier in turn reflected for a minute and then declared:
 That's true, after all The moment l We are free We can do what we like It's that. you see, that's so difficult to understand. But as that's really so, 1 am going to say 'Excellency myself" Then he added:
 1 But, all the same, it won't be the same thing as before'
 Ludovic Nadeau has found time to send to Tempe some anecdotes about l events in Petrograd after the great revolution.
 In the early days of the revolution. a strange looking street t-seller made hls appearance on the Nevsky Prospect AS he wore a scarlet cap. a crowd soon gathered. He was offering pamphlets at flfty kopecks apiece, and could hard " hand them out quick enough. The natural inference would be that the work treated of the revolution. but as matter of fact it was a History of Buddhism" brought doubtless for q nominal sum as a publishers remaind CT One soldier, as he carried away his bargain. was heard to say: "I cant read, but lots of comrades in the bar racks can"
 t'NfNi' ehN itNOlullOll, people DutheC naked in the Neva, but outside the town. Now they are bathing entirel, stripped, within the town and wal about on the bridges and quays be- tween the French and British embas. sies. The men of 1793 were christened
 sans cuiotte" (without trousers). the men of 1917 are sans calecon" (with. out drawers).
 The Petrograd soldiers, anxious tC instruct themselves and occupy the leisure that the revolution has giver them, are great visitors to the mu. seums. Their anxiety to investigat, everything leads them to pass theil hands over the pictures and caress tn, statuary (often marking it with theil nalls). Notices have been put up beg ging comrades to touch nothing
 The founder and curator of the Eth. hosraphlc museum recounts that hi. staff tcaretakers cleaners, etc.). ha: petltloned the government for the sup presslon of his office, on the groun, that curator is useless in museum that he does nothing, costs money. ant IS Of no service, as they, who carry tn, Keys, wield the feather brooms an, ! clean the floors are the real cura tors