Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-08-19

Jules and Henri of the Belgian army
wrote a letter that travelled and traV-
eled until II came to The Star.
Over in Paris a great general penned
his thanks to the Cercle des Pre-
cieuses RidicuIes of this city for its
work in behalf of the war orphans
And the name signed was j. Jonre
marechaI de France"
Both gifts came to the desk of an un-
gifted soul who can read French only
in spots. And as spotty places In
French literature don't seem to count
any more than the holes in Swiss
cheese. she had to forward the jules
Henri hieroglyph to the cercle. when
returning the priced Joffre note. to ask.
please, would the secretary let her
know Just what those two Belgians
wanted. And the secretary did:
July II, 1917.
I'VE, the undersigned, Jules Lacroix
and Henri Potie. Belgian soldiers. Bat
terry 43. Company 165. Belgian army at
the front, ask II II would be possible
us a godfather or 'godmother,'
some one who will be willing to aid
and encourage us. because we have been
at the front since the beginning of the
war and are unable to hear from any
of our own dear relations.
Hoping to receive a favorable reply,
(signed) "JULEs LACRoIX.
HENRI POTIE."
Also. just to show what fne things
happen once in a while. here Is a para
graph from the translator's reply
which shows what those Belgians are
going to get:
Some weeks ago 1 volunteered to
write to two soldiers, in either Eng
oh II n h2 n L
you for a possible opportunity to re-
deem my offer. You know. in Germany
many of the ladies have what they term
'proteges'-soldiers to whom they write.
think the Belgian boys mean by god
father and godmother, and not what
the words would imply in English. 1
think may be able to fill the position
OF the latter and write regular letters.
il the editor cares to put the matter
into my hands, and SO do my bit for
the homesick and discouraged"
Good luck? No, sir; no. ma'am. Good
angels.
!:
The heat sizzled up from the asphalt
and down from the sky. And the trees
were as motionless as carved jade.
A force of colored workmen were
wrecking a frame house on a terrace
when a woman passed in time to be
caught IN a SIMEON OF piaSteF-QuSt
made by falling planks. Naturally. the
meekest OF spinsters objects to the
ruination of a fresh-tubbed frock with
embroidered holes in 1t; especially
when she has to make two do a week.
but just wrath in that instance gave
way at sight of the powerful black
Sampson who had raised the dust, as
he emerged from it with a look Of
helplessness-as II Delilah
had just done things to him with her
shears. And to the look was added
wall:
Hi, one of you all come and button
me up in the back. will your
He needed it. His shirt was of
the kind that fastens with one horn
button at the nape of the neck. The
button had failed its trust and the
band had slipped down to show
sveaty black throat and shoulders.
An older brown man, who was piling
lumber for carting, answered to the
You done bus you button clar on
Gimme a PIN"
Sampson had no pin.
'Ii. thar, Jim Tawmps'n, amt nair
one OF you got a pin for Jawnson's
shut?"
"Lawd'n heben. Jawnson, whatcher
benner doin' to yohsef? Why. man. yoh
backs all broke out with sun blisters!"
What are embroidered holes COM
pared to sun blisters on day when
the mercury is making q record for the
weather man to go byi The woman
went up to the brown old man and