The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-04-21
C|RL-S0LD|ERS Two Sisters Enlist Under Their Major Daddy and Do Credit to Their
 Uniforms.

There used to be a time when little Minna B. Finney, g, and her sister Sally, Il, did as most other little chil- dren do when bedtime comes, and begged to be allowed to sit up ''just a little while longer" and they used to beg just as hard to be allowed to stay in bed just a little while longer" when told to get up and dress for breakfast next morning.
 But that is all changed now, and there are no little girls in all Wash ington who are more punctual about retiring, rising, washing their faces, making ready for school, and doing other things which until quite recent ly weEe ESQ hard to do.''
 For when their father, then Sergt John H. Finney, returned from a 8 weeks stay at Plattsburg last summer, they insisted that he tell them all about military camp life and the things he had been doing there, and both became very enthusiastic pre- paredness advocates, and wished they were little>boys 50 that they might be soldiers. And when last Febru- ary their papa received a beautifully engraved document, with a big red seal on it, and signed by the President of the United States, and told them that it made him major in the en- gineer reserve corps of the army, their enthusiasm became unbounded, and nothing would do but that they must be allowed to enlist as privates under him. And being rather keen about things military himself, the major consented and strict military rule was established.
 They soon learned what the various bugle calls mean, and when at 8 o'clock their father sounds tattoo on the piano, Privates Minna and Sally start hot-foot for their room and pro- ceed to make ready for retiring.
 At 8:15 taps sound, the lights are put out and the two little soldiers are tucked away for the night, and not for all the world would either of them violate the military regulations by talking after taps are sounded.
 Reveille at brings them tumb1ing out of their little beds, and in 15 minutes, they are all dressed, their faces washed and ready for the days activities.
 Then they form into line and march into the drawing room, solemnly sa- lute and two little voices say in uni- son, I've beg to report, sir, that we are ready for breakfast"
 Breakfast over, once more they fall in, and this time their command ing officer marches with them down Columbia Road from the Woodley apartment to Potomac School, at 2,155 California Avenue.
 They march to the military cadence of 120 steps to the minute, all right, Major Kinney says, but they can't quite make the regulation. three feet to the step. They make up in pa triotism and fervor, however, what they lack in length of step.
 They both wear tiny flags on their coats, and have large one draped over their little brass beds. They always salute the colors, their father says. no matter how frequently they pass them.
 While they are only privates now, they aspire to be promoted to non commissioned rank, and this their father promises to do as soon as their work justifies it.
 And whenever they are inclined to be naughty-and this is not often-a word from their superior officer that such action might kill their prospects for early promotion suff1ces to restore order.-Washington Times