Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-08-01

conspicuous place In the department
when the air division is made a dis
tinct unit.
I YANK POLICE IN LONDON. :
BY GEORGE r. BYE.
Picadilly circus these nights is a pin
wheel that whizzes with the glory of
armies and navies of allied nations, the
sparks flying up Regent street. Shafts
bury avenue, Piccadilly and Coventry
street. In the day time its i'll assorted
buildings have the disappointing drab-
ness OF Broadway, Manhattan, but at
night. In spite Of heavily shaded lights.
1t Is brilliant with its military mael-
strom. and h%auntingly seductive a..
ever-the gateway to London's theater-
land. cafeland. clubland, the rendezvous
of light spirits.
All tides Of London humanity tend
toward P~iccadilly, and it is no wonder
that we should find Americans there n
some %profusion, probably more officers
than men becaus there are more Of
Ulcers than men of the A. f. F. In Lon
don. But there are enough Yank pri-
Yates drawn toward Piccadilly each
= oOAAAC Roi0
to their good conduct.
When I had been wheeled by the
crowd around Piccadilly twice ]
stopped in a little doorway next to the
Pavilion theater, where Maud Allan is
dancing his week, I'M studied the
young woman to the theater entrance,
said he would leave his club at 1915
n be waiting in a tax for her at
lO:30. Soldiers recognized each other
and paired off to talk over old trench
days. after separation caused by
wounds and redistribution OF forces.
Two noncommissioned officers were
~upbratded by q little white faced wom-
an, who cried: you ave no right to
whistle at me in that way, soldiers or
no soldiers. cause / ave a good man
at me 'eme. and a dear wee baby"
innocence and disappeared. A Jap Of
ficer mingled in the circling throng and
people studied his uniform and won-
dered at his rank. Then I'll Come Back
to You When the Daisies Droop with
Dew" sang a woman under her breathi
and smiled. Then she quickly changed
to something that sounded like when
the Sweet Magnolias Bloom, My Boy.
I'll Wait for You in Illinois," I. looked
to my right and there too two khaki
statues made i'll America.
I'm from Missouri" 1 said. They
WSAS ANOW i OlIG LIOIl1 udIl.
haitian and the other from Syracuse. I
further introduced myself and offered
them u smoke. No, they couldn't
smoke; they were o N duty. On duty?
Yes, military police. One turned and
showed his M. p. brassard on his left
arm.
Both of them looked as tidy as tall
ors' dummies, and n wore his uni
form especially well. He was tall with
steel grey hair and the easy manner
as to whom the strolling chantress was
attracted. !,
And he had been an actor for 1a
years. His last name was Parker but
! couldn't coax him to give the other.
Come On. Parker. It's time we were
military policeman Of Uncle Sam
whose last civilian occupation had been
leader in = theater orchestra in syria.
cuse.
Fine pair Of policsmen, aren't wei'
for . few weeks. They took out q few
men who had been to Europe before the
war - 9 - d. Ps. Nv been over
often; In feet, I know this grand old
York. 70 / suppose III be walking .
beat; for rest Of the var"
strolled along with them.
WI haven't found any boys IN trou-
bio pct they said. They all act like
any Yanks from SITTING .boi6terous. and
take charge Of them Il they become dis
orderly. 80 Tar Dur only work has
bSen % oct - guides. Some boy VIII
want e know the way to his undsr-
e c.S ;sst asa Hs look TOR Tor =. ana Amsri-
noou ~ roAohed the point OF juno
tion q their heat with that Of two other
Yank 4. Ho., then thoy returned to