Trench and camp. ([Admiral, Md.) 1917-1919, 1917-11-14
MRS. HARRY LAUDER IS
PROUD SHE GAVE HER SON
Mother of Jock" Tells American
Woman This Is a Time for
MOre Faith.

Everybody knows Harry Lauder, Of
course. Two continents have laughed
with him fer years, have loved him.
his Scotch burr, and kiltie. and the gay
Scotch heart Of him. Two continents
Wept with him when his only SON, Jock.
died upon the neld of honor in France.
And two continents are watching the
brave comedian with affection and ad.
mir&tion, now that he keeps on laugh.
ing and singing, hiding his broken
heart under an undaunted grin. while
he cheers our soldiers in their encamp-
ments In the Y. M. C. A. huts all over
the country.
But this isn't the story Of Harry
lauder. It's the story OF the one VINO
keeps Harry Lauder in singing trim,
who helps him smile in spite OF that
lie little Grown coat above his kiltie,
who silently sings with him to the
soldier boys wherever he goes. IL Is
the story Of Jocks mother.
His 'fnither," Jock would have said.
in the Scotch dialect that slips so easily
TO the lips Of the Ladders. But Jock is
lying in a far cemetery Off the she'll
SCARED field Of Courcelette. little
cross marking his grave. BECAUSE OF
him. she is the "mither," too, at neart'
ican boys who are yet to fight upon the
battlefieids of France. That is why she
urges us here at home to do all that we
can to make things easy for our SOL
diers "over there"
Practiced His Songs.
In music room on the second floor
Of a New York hotel. Harry Lauder
was practicing the songs he meant to
sing to the soldiers at Camp Mills and
Camp Upton later in the day. Over
and over again he was eulogizing
eft would never be Monday" 1t was a
rollicking song and gay little strut
that he practiced. and a sore heart that
looked out from his eyes when he
thought that none was seeing.
And-in her own room of the hotel,
her hands eternally busy over the
sweaters she is knitting for those
"other boys" was the one who keeps
Harry Lauder at his lighthearted sing
black dress. with friendly eyes and
fresh -colored cheeks. and that brave
smile that the war has taught so many
women Of Europe to wear. She is not
the nagrantly up-tO-date type of wom-
an ut ali. but Jock must have been very
proa1d Of his pretty ''mither."
One has meant not to talk about him
ak all, Test IL be turning the knife in a
wound that is still too new, but the
GOOLH was IU1t Oh MIN. 11lS pictures,
frank-faced and boyish. were every
where, laughing and serious. in uniform
and in citizens clothes. And his mother
wore that dented locket, containing
her. own picture and her husbands and
that Of her sons nancee, that Jock
wore when he fell upon the battlefield.
Not Bitter, But Proud.
'Tt seems strange that It should be
left, doesn't it?' she asked. her hand
csreseing It.
~You are not bitter that you have
X given your only SON to this terrible
world war;
sBitter? / am proud. This is not q
time for bitterness. butN for faith"
were y0u mot afraid when your hus-
han sang almost in the very trenches
okaHRanceF
en- helped the boys to fight, and I
wa5 wary glad. And am glad to have
ksan take 80 much of his time singing
fAs 4iAs soldier 1addies over there. A
mnna smDng-it helps lot"
s-TM1 Young Mems Christian Associa