Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-11-01

OLIVER OWEN KUHN.

The conscription Of women for war
endeavor is a serious matter in Eng
land. where the prospects OF this move
are being widely discussed by the
people and in the press
Some military men suggest that the
DAY viii come when there will be O
submersible tank that will be able to
| A little dog by the name OF Belle
lost her heart to a big, sturdy Yankee
soldier ut Verdun and followed him
to the trenches OF her the Stars and
Stripes. the American soldiers news
paper. says:
Belle was as used to war as the
most weather-beaten poilu. The
tremble OF the ground did not dis
turb her and the whining whirr of the
shells overhead only made her twitch
and wrinkle her nose In her sleep.
She was trench broken. You could
have put plate Of savory pork chops
on the parapet and nothing would
have induced her to go up after them.
She weathered many q gas attack.
Her master oontrived q protection for
her by cutting down and twisting
fresh gas mask AT first this sack
over her nose frritated her tre-
mendously, but once, when she was
trying to claw it OF with her fore
paws. she got a whfn Of the poisoned
air Then great light dawned on
Belle. and after that. At the first
alerte. she would race for her mask
You could not have taken it from
her until her masters pat on her
back told her everything was all
right"
An American infantryman was shot
through both arms and legs and one
OF the bones on his thigh was broken.
but he chatted cheerily as the doctor
attended to his wounds behind the
fighting line.
whats that fellow gotr' asked a
young officer who was checking up
on the wounded.
Nerve" was the cryptic but never
clan.
What do soldiers say before they
die? This is a question that is an
swered by British writer. who says:
do not know what. if anything, they
would have said to a padre. I only
know that all I ever heard them say
was I've done my bit,' What must
be must be- Tt wur worth it, 1T
right-fm topping I'VE often thought
that the secret of their fortitude was
that they had done what they could"
Fighting storm is as bad as fight
Ing the Hun. according to stories told
A graphic description of a race for
home on the approach of a heavy
storm is graphically told by pilot,
who says:
"As the storm catches the machine
she is picked up bodily. as If by giant
| arms. and dropped 100 feet into a
colossal air pocket, and you marvel
inwardly that any machine can stand
the strain of that bump and live. But.
though practically out of human con-
troll: the old bus RECEIVERS her eQui-
ltbrium and the fight begins.
With a bowling Shrek the storm
hurls itself against you. The hail
stones beat stingingly at your face.
so that for the time being you are to
| all intents and purposes blind. in spite
! hastily discarded as worse than use
less, and you try in vain to pierce
the rain and hail in an attempt to
glimpse the ground.
Long experience Of that front tells
you that an aerodrome lies a short
distance ahead. Your height is now
only a couple of hundred feet, but
just where the landing ground is
that is the difficulty.
Then without warning the crisis
comes! Suddenly brown blur looms
up ahead which instinct tells you is
| hangar, and you swoop by. missing
the roof by a hair's-breadth. The
landing ground is beyond. and. taking
q grip Of yourself for the final test,
you ease the jovstick forward slightly
anad cut OF the engine. There is
vivid picture Of red flags and me-
chanics frantica11y waving their
arms: then you touch ground. A
dread second as the yawning ditch
rushes to meet you and-crash!
'.rhe observer steps Yingerly out of
the debris and shakes himself Then
calmly he produces his cigarette case.
Good thing we took it in time he
says; it might have been on t'other
side of the line. Have a CASPER"