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MACON. MO-. NEWS.

Rev. J. w. L. Underwood preacneo
two excellent sermons Sunday morn
''I Macon had quite large fire Thurs
d,v which destroyed one OF the larg-
est M buildings in our city, which was
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program given by the public school at
Bevier, Mo.
Mrs. M. Jones remains very i'll at
her home.
~ Subscribe for the Bystander.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-04-22

Terry colored Il wouldn't say that. >
"Of course not tersely. Al shouldn't
have asked. 1t was caddish."
He lounged down into his seat as if
dismissing the subject.
"See here his companion stammered
I'm not going to leave it that way.
Darn it, Car Laura Temple is nice
girl! She is brick. She's funny, that s
all. When we were all kids together,
high-school kids,-that was shortly after
they moved here,-they were poor, aw-
fully poor. But proud. Laurie used to
talk like swell. Told about fine home
they'd had in Chicago, and things like
that, when they were living in the Sham
over on the beach. It's really barn of
place, all run down. The girls made fun
of her. Thought she was bluffing. They
said she was fake, like her mothers
cheeks"
"Her mothers cheeks?"
She painted em, guess" Terry adj
mitted reluctantly. He smiled reminis-
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Gently. Gee, but Laurie was sumner,
even then. All the fellows wanted to
take her to parties, and help her over the
bridge, and carry her books. But the
girls-the other girls-they didn't like it;
and after while Laurie didn't 20 to
many parties, and we sort of dropped
out of the habit of being nice to her.
guess we're all cads sometimes, aren't
we?'
"Yes, meditatively.
THE next day Carson went out on one
of his long hikes. He crossed the river,
and made his way leisurely through the
dune region. In the middle of the after
noon he took sandwiches and Thermos
bottle from his haversack, and lunched
under scraggly pines on sand peak sew
eral miles north. Then for long while
he lay staring up at the blue of the
sky through the pines.
He slept longer than he had expected.
The sun was getting down toward the rim
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looking at the dog. 1t came over Car
son that the girl, out of loneliness,
was entertaining herself with an imagi-
nary guest He turned to go. His foot
crunched into gravel. The dog growled.
Laurian rose quickly. Carson went
boldly up to the door, and knocked.
Laurian stood less than foot from
him, with only the screen between them.
She did not seem afraid. The mastif
came, shifting, to stand by her side.
1--WE been waiting for the bridge to
close he explained awkwardly. Il
didn't know how long it would be. l
saw your light, so came over to find out. ,
She looked at him appraisingly
THAT S too bad, she said "The boats
will be coming through. The bridge
won't shut until the ten-fifteen.'
Thanks, he murmured. He turned,
and wavered. Then: Il don't suppose
! could get boat on this side?'
I'm afraid you couldn't. You want
to get back, ] SUPPOSE
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= - of rambling, preten-
tious, impossible structure that
every town seems to have, built
by some dreamer who thought
the sand dunes across the river
would make up for the want of
almost everything else. 1t had
been vacant a long time when
Laurian and her mother, and
Granny, their single old servant,
came to live there. No one
knew anything about them.
Nor We're they communicative.
So, as the years went on, and
the Independent, quaint girl
grew up, the other girls called
her a sham, too. They said she
was sham, like the red of her
mothers cheeks. They said it
with the sure-fire cruelty of
youth.
When her mother "went
away as Laurian put it visit
fully, they would have relented
and taken her to them, if she had
let them. But it was too late.
So she lived on alone, with only
aged Granny, and with no
real friend except Doctor Gar
Der, who had cared for Mrs.
Temple and perhaps knew more
about them than he would tell.
The others wondered, and talked.
1t wasn't strange that they
talked. Out of a self-reliant,
curly-headed tomboy, Laurian
had grown into creature radi-
ant with young-womanhood.
Her hair was like amber. The
curls broke loose over her ears,
though she brushed them back
vigorously. Her slim figure
and the odd, childlike tilt of
her head made her singularly
beautiful. And she was quite
unconscious of her charm.
TT was this way when young
Carson Lee came to spend the
summer on the Drive. Having
one of The Carson-Lees in town
was an event - especially since
young Carson was stalwart and
1.-the and large-eyed, his looks
as good as his metropolitan So
cial. rating or his money. Alto
gether, it was disconcerting to
have him turn from the wheel of
his car and exclaim ENORMOUSLY
to the town girls in the back seat:
al say, that's mighty pretty
girl over there. The one with
the wonderful hair. Does she
lire here?'
"Oh, yes, she lives here.
and you've never let me
meet herr
OF course they hadn't. Lau-
rian had come out of one of the
shops while they were slipping
sodas in front of the drug store.
a basket ON her arm. and a fun
homemade hat on her gloriousl
head. She was walking quick
the street toward the river bridg
son Lee stared after her.
When they We're speeding a
Drive, he turned to Terry Prehn
you've lived here all your Ii
he said. "Tell me about the girl
1.-THE girl?' Terry repeated.
"Yes. The one with the yellc
"Oh."
Terry hesitated. He glanced
shoulder. The girls in the b;
were chattering among themsel,
words merged into the hum of tn
al l@,xt& L
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Of the lake. He jumped up
quickly, stretched himself with
the sense Of luxury that follows
rest in the open, and climbed
down the dune to the hard sand
of the beach. He loped easily
toward town.
The twilight came on so grad
ually that he scarcely noticed
it. But when he passed the
life-saving station and govern.
ment supply house, and went
on to the bridge, he found
that the sun had gone down.
Lights were reflected hazily in
the darkness where the river Law.
The bridge was swung open.
He walked out on the ties OF
the railroad track as far as he
could go, and indolently watched
the simmer of red and green
in the water. 1t was pleas
ant evening, and there was no
hurry.
After a whitehall an hour.
perhaps-he began to wonder
when the bridge would close.
1t occurred to him that it might
remain open until the ten-fif-
teen train from the city. He
wandered back.
There was a light almost
straight ahead. Hemade his way
toward it slowly. The stars
We're out, and the plash of the
lake beyond the dunes made
pleasant sound. He walked on
toward the light.
HE stopped outside the win
dow where the block of light
stood yellow on the sands, and
glanced into a large, bare room.
He could see a girlish form seat
ed at an old square piano. She
was singing. Her back was to
him, but he knew her by the
yellow curls. He was not sur.
prised. Subconsciously he real
lied that he had half expected
this. The great, irregular hulk
of the house was enough to
mark the place Prehn had called
the SHAM He felt an in.
stinctive sympathy for the girl
as he watched the white-mus-
lined figure and listened to her
singing, plaintively off key and
a bit exotic because of it.
Laurian turned. He drew
back. She smiled, fitting her
head sideways. She was speak
ing. He felt suddenly ashamed
OF his transgression. She must
have seen him. But when he
perceived that she had not,
he felt even guiltier.
isn't that a nice song?'
Laurian was saying.
Carson had seen everything
in the room. There was no
one there. A mastiff dozed in
a corner, but the girl was not
1t the dog. 1t came over Car
t the girl, out of loneliness,
'rtaining herself with an imagi-
st. He turned to go. His foot
into gravel. The dog growled.
rose quickly. Carson went
p to the door, and knocked.
n stood less than q foot from
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MAGAZINE SECTION for April 22. 1917

A 7 first it was only the
~ house that was called a
~ sham. 1t was the sort
Il - of rambling. preten-
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LEARN THE MARsElLLAtsE.

During the visit Of Captain -Hobson to
Augusta, a suggestion was made by him,
which we deem worthy of instant action.
Said he: 'sWhy would 1t not be q good
plan for the r. nj. G. A. to teach the sol
diers the French national anthem, SO
that when they reach the great republic
on the other side, they win know the ma
tionaI anthem"
This is coed suggestion and we pass
it ON TO Professor Tebbs, our chorus di-
rector, and all who assist in the songs the
soldiers sing The writer attended the
recent session Of the Federation of Wonl-
ems clubs iii ST Johns Church, where
three visiting French officers were pre-
sented to the audience. The brave French
men were asked to lead in the singing
of their national anthem, and the audi
ence was invited to join them.
One of the French officers sang we'll
He sang earnestly--as If he had before
his mind the rush of his brave comrades
on the battlefields OF France. With the
exception of the little assistance given
by his fellow countrymen-whe were not
yoca1ists-he sang alone. There was no
response from the audience. Perhaps 1T
was because the words were printed ia
French and the majority of the audience
was unable to read the language. At
at any rate, the lack Of response on the
part Of the great audience was pitifui
and the French officer sang until his
face became red with the effort
We can pay no greater compliment to
our European brothers than by having the
bands learn "The Marseillaise" and
teaching our soldiers to sing it. Can you
imagine the effect upon Frenchmen Of
brigade Of American soldiers singing the
French national anthem with the same
spirit as we sing My Country, IT'S OF
Thee?" It would inspire them and give
them new courage. Incidentally. our men
might be rehearsed more frequently in the
singing of THE star-Spangied Banner
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A GENIAL PROFESSOR.

1t is a matter of sincere regret to the
secretaries of the Army Y. M. C. Al. at
Camp Hancock that Prof. Irving L.
Foster. of Pennsylvania State College,
Is obliged to report back to the college
this week. Prof. Foster is instructor
OF Romance Languages at State Col
lege and is an expert linguist. Aside
from his professional skill as an in
structor, he Is one Of the most genial
men In the camp and his CHEEKY pres
ence has been an inspiration to all the
Army Y. M. c. A. men as well as the
officers with whom he has mingled
Trench and Camp has been fortunate
In securing several valuable articles
from the pen of Prof. Foster. the con-
densed story of jean OF Are" in last
weeks isstie, being delightful epi-
tome of the events and character of
Frances romantic heroine We hope
to receive further articles from Prof.
Foster while he is at the college and
will publish for several weeks, one of
his short practical lessons in French,
which every man in Camp Hancock
should study. We express the wish
that we may have the privilege of hav-
ing Prof. Foster with us again as soon
as his scholastic affairs permit. Until
then, good luck, Professor!
Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1917-11-21

LETTERS or A C0NSCRIPT
No. IL
(By Henry

Dear Hank:
Wen, here / am, still in the Army
You remember / wrete last weak and seq
| CESS I woodn't get to go to France
for a weak. We ben hear that long, and
the safjent seq we want go till we're
ready to whip the hole German Army.
Say Hank. I'm sure havin' sum time.
They's a hole lot TO lern about bein a
soljer. didn't know before / was draftit.
In the army, Hank, you've got to do just
as the saFJent tells You. II you sass back
he makes you clean up and everything
You see bein rs how he owns the tents
and guns and things and let's the gov
eminent use them in case of war, the gov
eminent makes him boss The lootenant
is straw boss. / wondered what sort Of
job the general had, and asst one Of the
iellers IN my tent about It. He seq, why
amt you seen the general YETI I seq no.
He SEE there he goes over there. You got
to saloot generals and big guns, so
went over and salooted Then the guys
iaft lie wuzn't general. Hank he wuz
list q coTpril.
But / got even, Hank. Here's the way
dld the iootenant told us to brush
up and look like we wuz somebody. Say
You know what q locker I am when Pm
brushed up--you remember when / got
that new suit last year--weu, you awt to
see me in unafoFn1. But / saw a guy with
gold leaf on each sholder. You awt TO
seen them shine, Hank, 50 l got two for
myself. put EN- on, and wawked up
the company strete. What do you think
Hank lot of guys saIooted me. You
SSAioOL a guy I1anky when ne'S q Dig gun
or somethin'. | thot maybe they'd found
out about me bein a Private, till the sar-
jent saw me. You awt to seen how he
looked. He didn't know whether to cuss
or laf, so he done both. He sed no body
but major could ever wear them gold
leeves. A Ynajer must be some gun, Hank
Say. they call all the grub mess They
can It mess because the boss Of the grub
is a mess sarient. They amt no fancy
stuff with it, but its good And I sure
got appetite, Hank. like when hay
harvest is on. You know how can eat
when they's hay harvest or somethun.
Say, remember sed they wuz Y M
c.. A. down here3 Well they is. The
guys that run it are sure good sports, and
not preachers at all. only some of them
| is but don't look like it, They give us
paper to write ON and give show or
somethun all the time What do YOU
know about that?
Mex time III tell you how / called a
Kernel down fer sassin the sarjent A
Kernel is gun, Hank but I didn't no
It; didn't call him down hut once. Hank
Then ! felt like 10 cents. ($.10) Hoping
you are the same.
HENRY.
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MONIES We FRENCH

In a. detailed reuort Of the activities
Of the department of French instruc-
ton at Camp Hancock, Prof, Foster
cites some of the diseouraging features
and in addition TO mentioning the fact
that the men are busy with army work
and do not want to give up their Ieis-
ure hours, he also suggests that the
men want to be amused instead of in
structed.
He has visited every command in the
camp and has done all that is possible
to organize classes, so that he is i'm a
position to speak authoriatively. We
can readily see the desire for annuse-
ment on the part OF the men, and since
the Y. NJ. G. A. provides so much Of
1t i'm the camp entirely free, it takes q
great deal of resolution for the average
man to give UP part of his amusement
that his mind may be edited. How
ever, the matter of learning French
language should be stressed.
Men who have dealt with Italians and
Poles and Slavs who have come to this
country, unable to speak or understand
our language, realize the difficulties
that win confront our troops when they
go abroad. 1t is almost an absolute
necessity that our men should have
some knowledge of the language in the
country to which they may go. 1t will
save great deal of embarrassment,
much confusion and misunderstand
ing, and will add greatly to the efffc
iency Of the men when on the battle
front alongside of french soldiers.
The recent dispatch telling Of Ger
man prisoners having an English
German text book indicates the thor
oughness of the German staff. The
Army Y. M. G. A. at Camp Hancock
has done what ii could In the face OF
der is issued, Is prepared to assume
charge Of the instruction for the en-
tire camp, if placed ON compulsory
basis. Likewise, in the case Of regi-
mental sing song, which are adniitte lily
of great value in the ARMY.
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NoRT4cLtFFEsS WARMING.

In declining the administration oil the
new air ministry Of Great Britain. Lord
Northcliffe, the great publisher, said:
May / also take this opportunity OF
giving warning about cur relations from
that great country from which / come.
We have had tragedy in Russia, due
partly to lack Of allied propaganda to
counteract that Of the Germans. We have
had the tragedy. Of italy, largely due to
that same enemy propaganda. There is
one tragedy which I am sure we shall
not have and that is the tragedy of the
United States.
but from countless conversations with
leading Americans / know that unless
there is swift Improvement in our meth
DDS here the United States win rightly
take into its own hands the entire man
agement of a great part of the war. 1t
will not sacrifice It's blood ard treasure
to the incompetent handling of the affairs
OF Europe.
I'm saying all this, which is very much
on my mind believe me- | have none but
the most friendly feeling toward yourself.
and that [ am greatly honored by your
suggestion.
Yours sincerely,
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BLUE AND GRAY NO MORE
(Ey DOROTHY PEAK AULT, Chatta-
ncoea, Tenn.l

(sy DOROTHY PEAK AuLT, chatta-
ncosa, Tenn.l
What has become Of the blue and gray !?
They have blended into brown
The blue once marched against the gray
But not together they march today;
For there are no Yanks,
And there is no gray
Under one flag they are bound.
What has become of the Yankee lads?
And where are the Rebels, too?
They've all gone together. across the sea
To fight that their country may stin be
free;
For there are no Yanks.
And there are no Rebs-
Americans only are the gray and blue
And where is the feeling that once they
In the fifty years that have passed.
Every heart that beats. though many are
sad,
Goes out with pride to every lad.
FOR there is no North,
And there is no South
One land under God at last!
Confederate Veteran
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WANTED--IDEAS

Throughout the United States there is
one thing wanted more than any other
and that is good idea. What is an idea 2
An idle idea is no possible good to any
one. Work out good idea and you are
doing, something for this good old world
that has been so bitter, yet so sweet, in
its bitterness.
Ideas are needed to defeat Prussianisrn.
Can't you help? We can get all the men
we want by the great selective draft, yet
we cannot get the ideas that these men
can best use to their advantage.
Try and do your bit! Don't be moral
Stacker!
Here is hint. mem Get the IDEA
that you can induce someone to subscribe
to the great Z. NJ. G. A. Soldiers Fund
BY which You are given SO many privi-
leges at the numerous shacks. Keep the
ball rolling and let the good work go on.
Get the idea that you can give somebody
else the idea. Do it now
If you can't do either of these things,
don't srieye about it. Get the idea that
you can be good and spread joy to others
and you will reap the harvest of the seed
you have sown.
Get the idea.
ONE OF THE FELL BAKERY.
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Do You Know
he Marseillaise

Below we give the English version of
the French national anthem, although it
is not correct translation we also
give the original French version, which
All the soldiers at Camp Hancock should
learn:
English Version
1e sons of Freedom, wake to glory!
1arks harkt what myriads bid YOU rise!
your children, wives. and grandsiFes
hoary
Behold their tears, and hear their cries.
Behold their tears, and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts ruffian band,
Alright and desolate the land
When peace and liberty lie bIeeding2
CHORUS.
\
To arms to arms, we brave.
TIL aNenging sword uBsheathSl
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death!
The French Version.
(Written by Rouget De Lisie.
Aliens, enfants de la patrie
lie jour de glDiFe est arrive
Contre nous de Ia tyrannie
Il etendard sanglant est level
l. etendard Sanglant est leVe!
EntendeZ-vous dams les canpagnes
Mugir ces feroceS soldats?
lis Vinnent jusque dams nos bras
Egorger nos fills, nos conpagEes
AUX aFnes citoyens!
Fornez VuS batailons
Marchons! Marchonsi
Qn.un sang lmpur ahreuse nos siiiss9sl
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cARELEssNEss.

have destroyed more men than all
the wars of the world.
| am more deadly than bullets, and
I have wrecked more homes than the
Hlightiest OF siege guns.
/ steal, in the United States alone,
over S300,o00,00O each year.
spare no one, and / find my vic
TINS among the rich and poor alike;
the young and the old: the strong and
the weak; widows and orphans know
me.
cast my shadow over every field
Of labor from the turning of the grim
stone to the moving of every train.
am relentless. l am everywhere
IN the home, ON the street, in the fac
tory, at railroad crossings and on
the sea.
bring sickness, degradation and
death, and yet few seek to avoid me.
| destroy; crush or MAIN; i give
nothing, but take ALL
I am your worst enemy
l AM CARE14 FsSSNESS
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DU PAIN FRANCAlS EFT DU
PAIN DIES ETATS UNiS
French Bread and United
States Broadly ~

apologies to K. c. b
When they CAME
Tc our CAMP
They were CLAD
In beautiful STEEL
Gray rniforms AND
Inspected our WARES
And approved OF
Them ana we WE'RE
Surprised at rtIEM
And their REMARKABLE
Etiquette and PoLITENEss
They said THAT
They had NOT
Eaten any OTHER
rnan hlact BREAD
Where they CAME
From and OUR
fFead tasted to THEN
Like CAKE
I almost MADE
Myself ashamed FOR
/ stared at and ENvIED
Them because 1
Thought they WE'RE
Real heroes and WORTHY
Of our praise so
was proud OF
Having come in CONTACT
With the FRENCH
OFFICERS.
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HENRY.

A tobacconist in Williamsport drew a
line on his store window promising GUS
toners TO send the smokes to Camp Han
cock boys when the window was allied to
the line--So Battery ID. of the 10th f. A..
which came from that town, is fufnigat-
ing the atmosphere OF the Artillery Bri-
gade,
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