The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-09-23

The following war story. which
Harry p. Lauder titled Where My
Iaddle Sleeps" written ny the
great comedian on his return from
visit to the grave OF his soldier
son In France. was printed In tho
Peoples Journal OF Dundee. Scot
land. .8
AS I dropped off my car one day at
the front number OF officers met me
every other ono wi wee bit of
ribbon on his left breast. Then ]
suddenly discovered was with tho
Scottish heroes who had won the mill
tary cross on that memorable 9th Of
April. The Scottish headquarters
were quite snugiy situated. Every.
thing was quiet for n tense second rs
we stumbled across the shell driven
ground. Here. there and everywhere
were the tartans o. a the Highland
regiments: gradually made out the
dialects O mony a clachan an mony
a glen.
kept stumbling on.
Suddenly-from the other side OF 4
ltnowe--the pipes skirled n real Scot
fish welcome: my hert kept time tae
tho heatin' O. the drums!
,'Wha,ir haze you been a the day."
slsirled the pipes. and I faltered q wee
on the top O. the brae. Peneath me
saw, them-what n sight for n Scots
man! The lads who are fighting and
winning! Scotia's sons. WI the good
red bluid o. generations O. heroes rim
MIN like liquid fire thru their veins
And. Oh. so checry--God bless them
Death at Your Elbow.
II did not take me long. tell you. to
get to the trenches. singing to the boys
and they to me. but wasn't allowed
n German aviator spotted MS. but
had scarcely started when the Huns
commenced furiously to lombard on,
bit. 1t was nerve -racking. fearful
terrifying. Imagine you can hear tn
very worst thunder storm ever you car
mind of: multiply II a hundred times
think of the ground shaking, being lift
cd up and scoopcd M and pitched
away In ton loads. and you'll mayb
have slight idea Of what 1t felt like
Man feels but nm atom there. Dealt
Is Mt your elbow.
The Germans sent over two hundre
"Whistling Percys." the boy
called thcm-but I didn't Hike the tim
they whistlcd. did not: IT was NO
harmonious to the car. and far 70
close to be pleasant. had to laug
at. ono Glasgow fellow. What
glorious picture he made. Tie va
killed and barehcaded: his tunic la
! IN the trench beside hls steel helmc
His shirt was oren at tho breast. an
his chest like his face, was tame
brick red. Jock had one foot restin
on stonc-in his mouth was a hare
old briar ripe. lie WIS sooking ava
at II. and when another shell bur!
quite near no pulled II, ont.
| "o;nna Be Feart, Harry"
"Dinna be fear. Harr.t." ne sal
ITS quite n right. Thac bounde
conldna hit Scotland"
A Whistling Percy struck n corn
not SO yards away from where ":
standing and the officer In cornmov
said. II think It's getting too warm"
was sure o II. Not half a doz'
. yards away 4 few ugly splinters o. IN
. shell went thudding into the enrt
They were heavy. jagged and dead
looking. have them beside me
souvenirs-hettel beside me than Il
side me! I'm tellin' go!
Immediately agreed with the of
, Ger. and you should have seen \
bunklng held first into a shell hole.
, didn't take time to pick n place. !
, wanted was 4 auiet spot. safe O
|, the road o. flynn bits o. iron an ste
, 1t was great fun to the boys watchi
me looking for n coy corner. TIL
4 thought 7 was acting for their anus
4 ment, hut ! wasn't! was in de
/ earnest and ! wanted. to keep aiis
i There must haya been stran
: hunted Hook In my eyes, look Il
made one bis. sturdy Highlander q