Arizona republican., 1918-08-27
" Donnez moi some soap here and be mighty blame toot
 sweet about it!'

homesck was the group of firemen in front of the engine house playing checkers or chess or something. But the town had an historic interest for us as the home of the Girondists of the 1 French Revolution: so we looked up their monument and did proper rever- ence to them. They were moderate idealsts who rose during the first year Of the revolution, we thought them much like the Bull Moosers. So we did 1 what homage we could to the Giron- dists who were run over by the revolu- | tionary band wagon and sent to the guillotine during the Terror For we knew; indeed into the rolly poly necks of Henry and me, in our politics, the knife had bitten many times. So we stood before what seemed to be the proper monument with sympathetic eyes and uncovered heads for a sec ond before we took the train for Paris All day long we rode through the only peaceful part of France we were to see in our martial adventures. It was fair and fat and smiling-that France that lay between the river Gironde and Paris, and all day we rode through its beauty and it's rich ness. The thing which we missed most from the landscape, being used to the American landscape, was the automO- l bile. We did not see one in the days journey. In Kansas alone there are l90,000 continually prevailing the land scape. We had yet to learn that there are no private automobiles in France, that the government had commander ed all automobiles and that even the taxis of Paris have but ten gallons of gasoline day allotted to each of them. So we gazed at the two wheeled carts, the high. bony. strong white oxen. the ribbons of roads, hard sur faced and beautiful wreathing the gentle hills. and longed for a car to make the journey past the fine old chateaux that flashed in and out of our vision behind the hills War was a million miles away from the pastoral France that we saw coming up from Bordeaux
 But in Paris war met us far out in the, suburbs. where at dusk a great flock of airplanes from a training camp buzzed over us and sailed along with the train, distancing us and re- turning to play with us like big spor- tive birds. The train was filled with our shipmates from the boat and we all craned our necks from the windows to look at the wonderful sight of the air covey that fluttered above us. Even the Eager Soul, our delicious young person with her crinkly red hair and serious eyes, disconnected herself long enough from the Gilded Youth and the Young Doctor for to admire and fol to sec the airplanes.
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 But the airplanes gave us the day. first opportunity to talk to the Eager Soul. Until dusk the Gilded Youth hat kept her in his donjon-a first-clas compartment jammed with hand bag. gage. and where she had insisted tha the Young Doctor should come also We knew that without being told; als, It was evident as we passed up ant down the car aisle during the day tha she was acting as a sort of human Baedeker to the Young Doctor. whil the Gllded Youth. to whom chateau, and French countryside were an old old story. satsby and booted. But tn airplanes pulled him out of his donjo, Keep and the Young Doctor with him
 lie wasn't above showing the Youn, Doctor how much a Gilded Youth real ly knows about mechanics and air planes. and we slipped in and chatte, with the Eager Soul. We had a huma1 interest in the contest between th