The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1917-10-21

made up my mind would not show
by swagger or expression that u took
bit OF courage to cross the Atlantic
these DAYS and To take domicile In
land being pock.marked by German aer'
ial contact.
Aren't YOU happy you are hereY".
asked the manageress OF my hotel.
Fancy the dreadful times they must be
having ia America with all those Ger
mana
I shrunk inside myself.
This little building In which We have
our dendezvous. or office. has among
many attractions an 'ousekeeper or jan
itoress who has been on the Job for
thirty.five years. Such length OF at
tachment. though unbelievable TO us
Americans. In almost the rule here. !
know that at home TO have janitor
for three years. say. is to have at your
service an historic character.
But Miss r., our housekecper. u
more than n janitoress. she IL our
neighborhood historian. a fount OF phil
anthropy, bulwark Of abstemiousness,
our counsellor and our JOY. She taxes
our tobacco remnants 10 poor OLD
man. The crumbs from our afternoon
tea are gathered In her apron for secret
feeding 10 street pigeons. her poor
dears.- that are very hungry just now
because of food laws making IL pun
ishable offense TO feed them. II we are
In need of office supplies, she can al
ways direct us to shop whose profits
yal s.rx ~
are made by blind or manned soldiers.
Miss X. doesn't talk: she is n moving
picture with a gift OF speech. Her re-
action from the worlds craze for pic
lures is that she must five suggestive
vision of every action she describes.
am quite sure that should she ever en-
counter an interesting snake, and wish
to tell us of its antics. she would lie
down on the floor and slither about
sinuously. That's Miss X. for you. And
though she Is a foe to intemperance, ]
have excited her good humor to such n
point of hilarity that she bent over.
waggled from side to side and beat the
floor with one foot.
! For which we all love her, and l will
throw THE typewriter at the first who
smiles at her.
We needed waste baskets and Miss r.,
with her usual eager promptitude, sent
us 10 ST. Dustan's. where the blind
soldiers weave all day long ms n means
of getting money, and as safeguard
against suicide.
What Margaret Walter saw at st.
Dunstan's must have been soul.trying,
| hn
describe her experience. shall not tell
anything narrowing beyond the story OF
my Waste-basket. II deserves the cap
ital.
Nv Waste-basket was the last intelli
gent effort of young Australian. he
was fine and stalwart. sprightly as q
boy, with the tender complexion OF
girl. On the British front he was first
In all the rushes. He had been at the
Dardanelles. He seemed invulnerable
escaping even scratches. When high
explosive shell burst near him. II sent
it's fragments everywhere but avoided
him. However, the explosion blew out
his eyes.
In a terrible fidget the young Aus
tralian was brought to the basket shop
instruction. awkwardly twisting his fin
gers and sometimes crying out In i'm
patience. Then he was ready for his
first basket, the one I have, clumsy
misshapen thing. The true story If
that his torment rose to n high pitch
lduring this day of maddening darkness
until, when the final fastening had been
made. he toppled backwards with rag
ing brain fever from which he died that
night.
Miss Il. as historian has told of ever
so many dukes and princesses who have
lived. and still live, in next door build
ings. She was surprised at our evident
heart fiutters at the near presence OF
ROYALTY. II seems that the average peer
of the realm could walk down Pail Nal
without being noticed but for the nerv
Gus posse Of Americans at his royal
coat tails. The English put lords and
ladies on a plane a little above that we
give TO actors and actresses, unless they
respect them for individual accomplish
ments / am sure that a Broadway dan
Ger would attract more attention In one
of our big western hotels than duchess
would get in any hotel on Piccadilly
The king. however. has universal re
spect as the unchanging head of the
nation. When England in 1915 became
the birthplace of democracies, upon the
PRONUNCIATION of the first Declaration OF
independence, the Magma Charta, it had
not a sufficiently lively temperament 10
arrange for a regular shift in its titular
head Fixity still is the outstanding
English trait. which the king thus per
sonfies. And which other institutions
may change, the English get comfort
In seeing in their king the England OF
all ages.
Across the street from us is the home
of Edward Montagu, India secretary
who recently announced England's new
policy of self-government for India.
Next door is Lord Haldane's which Miss
X. has no interest in beyond smear OF
black on the front that resists all scrub