Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-08-27

ridges. placing to one siue All thoSo
" hich show a defect.
in the hot sun to make me wear my
helmet? No, cannot. So said, GIVE
me the thing. I'll wear 1t and nave
headache
An hour later Turov, who had never
been touched thruout the war ana
pretended to have q star, received
mans size shell scrap on the bean. IL
ldented the steel helmet and knocked
him unconscious for ten minutes, put
II would have spattered his brains II
he had been wearing his cloth cap.
shes mascot" says TuroV. a
real one, such as we used 10 nave III
Bohemia in the old days when people
believed. They were always children
or young girls"
A Check on Vacations.
The Breton made friends with
family of the reconquered district, and
proposed to spend six days "permis-
sion" with them. Every now and then
men went off on permission ana tne
Little Duchess was quite used TO IT,
Yet now she did, again, her clinglng
to the coattails act, and raised such
Cain withs such tempest or weeping
that, ito prevent the child from max
ply forced" to exchange with Athos-
who went to Paris and blew his
money" a trifle gloomily because the
strange child made no objection to
his departure, tho grand friends.
Ouennien swelled around important.
Later. 1t was his turn. Malatesta, GO
ing on permission, had the coattail
act applied to him with vigor-and TO
Quennien, the previous favorite, it was
clearly indicated she could spare him
better.
All right. The Breton, having thus
at last the child's permission to go,
went to his friends in the rear. The
second night their house was demol-
ished by long range German smell,
one killed, two wounded, but the
Breton quite safe. He went to stay
with new friends in a nearby village.
The first night he slept there another
German shell blew up that house,
killed none, but wounded four-and
Quennien again without a scratch!
"You are too lucky!" said the people.
No third family would receive him,
so he returned to the legion.
Now for the queerest of all.
Everybody, of course, Is not willing
to put up with a child's whims In mat
ters of personal convenience, and there
are strong characters who laugh al
superstition. There was a cook of the
legion named Laurent, a Frenchman
Oike Quennien, the Breton, and
others by voluntary engagement be-
fore the war, when the legion was In
North Africa, when many Joined II
for adventure, or to hide from some
scrape) Laurent was not adventur-
Gus, and, as cook, 1t was no part OF
his duty to go on expeditions, but he
! was curious. and one day started of
by favor with n scouting party. The
. Little Duchess, at home in the kitch-
ems. had been friendly with Laurent
all the same, he was not a real legion
ary, nor of the set of heroes who dis
covered and protected her So some
, were scandalized that she should clinl
, to his coattails and weep. But Laurent
disengaged himself and went off with
, the party.
Beside Wooden Cross.
| All right. Scouting into NoMan''
) Land, they came to raZed village
empty and peaceful. Not dog. cat
| tree or bird! Not house with n roof
scarcely wall ONLY the village GENE
terry stood intact. There, lingering 6
moment, they came on a poor little
soldiers grave of the retreat of 1914
| with these words on rain washed
wooden cross which had fallen and la.
flat upon the mound:
ITO the Soldier Laurent of tn,
Thirty-sixth infantry"
The cook Laurent bent over II
| reading.
ITEMS" he said, "if my wife shoult
pass this way, she might think 1t wa
| mel"
Scarce had he spoken when a long
range Austrian "zim-boom' fell iron
clear sky, exploding with its doubt
burst, terrificafly. 1t laid Laurent, tn
cook. q mangled mess, upon the littl
wooden cross Which bore his name
II Believe this, all or in parts, or a
you please.
l. Certainly Gas the story is todd,
was this incident which cinched com
pletely the reputation OF the littl
mascot of the demonstrating Heilil
II