The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-10-14

spondence VI feel that I am going to
 be full of quotations this week, for
 have received one or two thrilling letters !. and messages from the front, and ' seems to me that it would be a rare
 misfortune if they should be lost in the 1 ordinary ''cubbyhole of private desk. | Now that every woman in America and every nonfghting man feels that he aud1 she, too are in close personal touch [ with the tremendous issues at stake on | this side of the world, messages and let | ters such as are occasionally received 1 over here are of more complete individ- | ual interest than ever they were before. l
 This week l happen to have received | from the front Somewhere in Flanders a letter that brought me more wildly | in touch with the war than any war
 correspondents descriptive mysteries or i
 the bald details which we receive daily from the headquarters of the British eX- peditionary force It is from subaltern in . machine-gun company, and he writes as follows:
 AS the poet gently gurgles, some where out of the gates of hell comes this letter. Let your imagination picture, therefore, a dirty Godfrey crawling, with his knees scraping pebbles on the ground, in she'll -scrapped chateau with what was left of them. Oh, my dear! we did go through itl but the men were won- derful It makes me cry when think of what they did One mass of .heavies' moving our line for eight hours; accu rately searching and blasting our line; and not man left his gun until 1t was blawn from his hands. And that's what a voluntary army can do!
 "I was very lucky; beyond being blown up and buried, and the sole torn from my boot with ground shrapnel, l was absolutely untouched, and was fortunate l enough to be able to keep with my men until we got relief. Here we are in rest 1 for a few days, thank God! And the men are singing away cheerily as II nothing had happened. It makes me reel | pretty small at times to see how happy l they keep I suppose the responsibility of those mems lives makes you worried at times.'
 The reference that now follows to 1 card that was unsigned has to do With l a field card that came through the post during one of the most violent of the recent artillery actions near the coast 4 in Flanders:
 T am sorry the card was unsigned but the circumstances were rather diff l ficult, as 1t was written at the bottom l of crater in the land called No Mans
  and there are no trenches. All weathers, I out in the open and seven days is just 4 the limit of human endurance. have
 rather lot of letters to write tonight. I so hope you will excuse this short and rather miserable screed l often think \ of dear old London. You never know when you are well off-and there was a
 time when I wanted to go out to the |l front! We'll, I'm going to stick 1t until
 I get killed or wounded; let's hope the latter, as life is awful precious just now.
 Another letter from the same part of the fighting line has. also reached me \ this week. After a small amount oi
 nome talk the writer, also a young officer in machine-gun company. goes on to say:
 II will now revert to my present. en- vironment--a dug-out, with foodstuns reeking in your nostrils and the Boche shelling us like hell. We had literally
 to run for our lives last night as ye had to make 500 yard dash across the open with Fritz pounding us all the time with heavies-and not a casualty! l was born under a very lucky star. think a sniper nearly got me this morning curse him! one of us dies directly It gets dark, and 1t won't be me, cheeky beast ! hope I get him in the part which hurt.
 most think we are winning the wal , all right and am keeping cheery. M,
 quandom sense of humor has become se M | l. ter when I tumble over dead mul' Il into shell crater. Seriously speaking Il | however, the awful devastation out her Il makes you think The muck. carnage, ant Il all things 'gaga must be most repulsiv I to those more highly strung than my II self. It Is really one descent lower thai N he most primitive state"
 III It always seems to me that 1t is il H human documents like these that one ar II rives at the real taste and flavor Of tn II war; and neither of these lads who writ II is more than %.
 Il I think everybody will be deeply in M terested In the marriage a few days az III of Miss Muriel Wilson to Lieut.. R. w HI Warde. M. C.. of the Scots Guards. M,l III riel Wilson's name from the days tha HI she was one of the most beautiful an HI brilliant debutantes at one of the las Ill drawing rooms held by Queen Victori III has been famous To Americans tn MI Wilson's name is extremely familiar fo HI everyone who has reached years of dis M erection must remember the famous car III scandal at Tranby Croft, in which tn MI present Countess of Warwick, then Lad HI Brooke. and the late King Edward. the HI Prince of Wales. were concerned as wit HI nesses. Miss Muriel Wilson being tn III daughter of Mir. and Mrs Arthur VII MI son of Tranby Croft. and girl m ne III teens at that time, was simply an ad III funct to the whole amazing society story N But for years her name. naturally, va HI more or less associated with the world MI famous chronicQue scandaleuse
 II Mrs. Warde. to give the beautiful Mt HI riei her present name is not exactl III what we call nowadays Ia fiapper' bu MI she is a splendid looking woman T III type suggesting the dark and classics III loveliness of Miss Maxine Elliott mor MI than anyone else who happens to com III before my mind. She has always bee VI a famous amateur actress. and the an
 snual theatrical performances durin Christnas tina at Chafsworth. when sh