New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-06-28


over the mass of uniforms.
Tobacco yolley Is Fired
When the next battalion came some
bodv conceived the brilliant idea or
buving out tobacco shop and pelting
the trooDs with the precious packets OF
anything that would burn.
The ambulance came back. and the
man with the injured head solved the
discussion by appearing, patched up
and beaming.
There was a long silence after this,
and the crowd held consultation, looked
at ~ watches and conjectured that
probably all had arrived. The idly
curious began to drift away. and the
intensely concerned hung on shaklly,
crushed by this opinion.
An officer withdrew from the ilttlc
knot about the gate and crossed the
street TO speak to his wife. lie was
overheard TO remark that only the IN
had passed the gates so far-that inc
others were due at any moment Al
which tho waiting ones were recharged
with endurance and even enthusiasm
except the dark little woman with the
earrings, who Sobbed on. Perhaps she
didn't understand. The woman with
the baby was by now quite oblivious 70
everything but the fact that she could
see him: and the thrill Of that was
dulled by the recurring thought that
she could not speak to him.
A sentry across the street stopped.
without breaking his step, to pick up
package of tobacco which had lain IN
the gutter since the last company
passed. He demonstrated gracefully
that cowboy heroes of movie fame are
tc tpI T.
cite with one hand and the left one
ut that. In fact, these boys from the
border have many tricks which should
rouse any wayering belief in the dare
devil West.
And many of them are Offered by
high headed Texans who would just as
leave invite you into the back yard,
with your horse pistol. if you seemed
at all argumentative about the Kaiser.
One of them. a young lieutenant whose
looks will surely break many a still
susceptible heart in France and whose
bankroll would move the Red Cross
barrel block at jump, hove in sight
with streaming brow and huge, roped
bundle under either arm. The crowd
watched his approach with interest and
admiration of the splendid figure Of
the man.
Carries a Load Of Smokes
A policeman recognized him as in
command of the unfortunate company
which had just missed the inspired to-
bacco attack of the crowd He was
obliged TO halt beneath the arc lamp
over the gate, dropped the load from
one arm, saluted, and made a dash at
his wet face with a well pasted flannel
sleeve. His white teeth and the little
silver bar on his shirt collar flashed as
he grinned at the officer, who inspected
him with a friendly eye:
Got some smokes for m men," he
oonhded. so long, everybody" He
shouldered his load and passed through
with a backward wave to the policeman.
Faith, he's fine lookin' chap" the
policeman exclaimed.
81 can tell you what he's got in the
breast pocket of that shirt" burst a
man on the curb. ITS bit of hand
kerchief with perfume on IT," The
crowd thrilled.
And how is't we know that" de-
manded the policeman, prompted by
the ever ready suspicion Of the law.
He showed IL TO me; Just served
him his coffee at 5, where
WORK, explained the man.
"Oh. well, well. Maybe we'll all be
here whin he comes back said the po-
liceman somewhat irrevelantly, and
those nearest him sighed sympathetic
cally.
The girl with the white gloves stirred
against the telegraph pole.
You're an lrishman, officer" she
suggested and smiled little wanly
Language Of the Force
Irish nothin'," he declared NE
father and mother were both German.
right here from -. miss" He
Crinned. It's the language Of the force
! speak and that's a brogue, maybe
Up on the sidewalk. youse down there
up on the sidewalk, | say. You'll ex-