The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-10-22

Ham-like hands over his distorted face. he was blubbering at the top of his voice: fs 'T want to go home want to go home''
 Down by the mass of shaken avoir- dupois the " man sat, and soothed him gradually, till he learned that the man came. from a mountain set .tlement where he had left wife and three children. Never in his life had he been out of his own county before. War? Dang it, he want afraid of that! He'd be "darn glad to bust the Kaiser" in fact. Only. he wanted to
 Lots of other men in the car want ed to go home, too, it appeared from the murderous glances they cast at the fat mountafneer, who dared to rub it in'' like this. So the " men sent them home for a few minutes by handing around postcards, even stamps to the ones who. hadn't any money, and urging them to write home. : "Go to it, fellow" he said. Send your first messages to the home-folks. They'll be looking for a word from you, you know"
 You might have thought the so1- diers had gone from home six months instead of a few hours. They didn't exactly ask Have you still got the same old cat?" like the boy in Rileys story, but they did indicate by the general tenor of their messages home time since they had taken that morn ling train. They said, too, that they were well. and hoped the folks at home were the same, that they were having some ride and meant to put up some fight and sent lots of love. | After that the secretary passed around checker-boards-a great game, checkers! If you don't want all your kings jumped off the board, you must put your whole mind on your
 play, to the exclusion of feeling home
 sick. What with the unexpected
 moves forced upon them by the train, and the comradeship of the game,
 the men began to feel better
 The " man won their hearts by
 passing around hot coffee for them to drink with the lunch the government had provided. They began telling him
 new they felt about things.
 War? Hell! It ain't war I mind,
 it's goin', away and leavin' the kids
 and my woman to look out for them | selVeS! SalQ one
 I eff we could play the game on our
 home field, with our own bunch around to root for us, 1t wouldn't be
 half bad" summed up young college
 fellow.
 On another train one of the mer
 appeared to have been fighting fiit
 first battle already. He was holding
 one arm stiff1y. a sofIed and blood.
 staiQed handkerchief around the lhand. Si Did it leaning out of the: window to wave to my gir1.'', he explained
 "another train came. along and. hi me-"
 It was really rather badly bruised and the " man helped him wash it
 and bind 1t up in a clean covering Word went through the car tha That Y. M. c. chap is as good al a doctor" and two other men witl } ailments sent for him.
 sGot anytring for the toothache 2
 another sammy wanted to know. gtIt'
 that darn candy the girls threw afte us the last station back
 Lonesomeness doesn't always breal
 cut the same way; it has as man symptoms as measles. Early even1n : on one train found three bruise heads, several smashed windows, sev :. eral dents in faces. made by tin cups : and various minor injuries. The traf
 had been stopped twice because som
 Sammy with a smal1-boy heart ha ? pulled the emergency cord, and ono z had been broken in two when some lone attacked the coupling lever. Tn secretary passed around song book ' at last.
 "Fine" said recruit we gott 2 do something" So they sang all thei ! bravado and animal spirits away, a z it grew dusk in the car. and it wa a husky chorus that finally took u the< words of "Oid Folks at Home. D Got any testaments?'' asked on