Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-01-28

NclloW-muducd, yellow barr ICkcu apod"
Of more than 10000 Of Americas young
men. the girls were assailed by the in
shutting "jitncurs," whose willy ad-
yanccs every young female has been
taught 10 ignore They successfully re-
sisted them only because. a pretty young
woman stepped quickly up to them and
saved them from tho awful fate Of being
tkcn to Wrightstuwn. "or anywhere "lsc
in camp YOU want to 60 for dollar
Il head.
The Young woman was Miss lIortcnsc
Rosen. agent of the Philadelphia Tray
elcrs' Aid Society. At least that was
what she told the visitors, and events
later proved that she had not lied.
"Ill take YOU up to the hostess house"
she said genially, and turned away to
give n word of direction to II timid little
woman who said she was n sergeant's
wife down for visiting day and lost,
Despite the fact that unacCompanied
women visiting cantonments should
never talk to or look at strangers, the
adventurous girls from the newspapers
actually went with Miss Rosen to the
hostess house. though they hadn't the
faintest idea what sort of a place
hostess house was.
Their fears were not justified. II wn-
not den of iniquity Instead it was
DIislli anu 'lldI illllS ''iFl' VI hi a. it
waste of army camp. II sat deCorously,
a perfect lady of IA building, on .he
top of a hill--a bright and beckon'ng
spot against the sky,
Arriving at the threshold, Miss l,osen
assured the girls that all was well, that
the building was under the auspices OF
/ the Y. W. G. \. and that It had been
presented by Mrs r.. r. StOtesbury, and
! that the men at the camp could actually
bring their wives and sweethearts there.
The door opened into room of huge
proportions hung cozily with gay Gre
tonnes. Huge chairs and huger hre
places yawned. \ cafeteria where tasty
lunches are served showed itself in the
rear--its attractive tables for two and
four in charmng contract with what one
imagineS an army mess to be.
HUNT FOR wICKEDNESS
No rules and regulations made the
walls hideous. Even Miss Vera Booth,
the camps policcwoman. who carries a
fearful pistol in her muff and whose
business il is to scout secluded roads
and woods to break up clandestine love-
making, seemed not TO have met many
embittering experiences. Presently W.
Z. Jackson, the Fosdick commissions
man at the post. whose duty II Is 10
look after the social activities. came in
lie seemed not oppressed by the camps
wickedness,
"Eyerything's fine now" he told the
;nquiring girls, because Jack Frosts on
our side. but we fear the spring greatly
the spring with its balmy nights, when
it's hard for young men and women to
keep their thoughts on war
And then the talk turned TO one OF
the most distinguished visitors the camp
has thus far had and the manner of his
coming.
He came quietly and unostentatio tiously,
ON foot fioundeving up the hill in shin
deep mud lie stopped deprecatingly
outside the door and removed his rub
bers so as not to soil the nice waXS
floor of the hostess house, and then, be
cause he was interested in the work th'
w, c. A. was doing at the camps, III
said. he asked to be shown around
I'VE like to know the name of oul
guests" one of the young hostesses told
him pleasantly.
Me" he said quietly, I'm Rockefel
ler--John D., Jr." The young hostess
will recount with pride to her dyint
day the fact that she did not faint deaf
away or didn't say, "Oh, yes, seem u
have heard about you somewhere bu
accepted him as part Of the days work
After look In At tlle ltNe CouIllhl
parlor. which masquerades under Tn
name of the writing room. the girls de
scended to the hamlet Of Wrlghtstown
on the road two bright-eyed, pink
checked young soldiers with Fascinating
red cords on their hats passed them an
smiled at them. Forgetting their stron
resolutions, they were just about I
smile back in an impersonal. gratefu
sort of way at the nice boys who wer
learning all about how to fight the Hu
when they were Mortified by a sight the
saw.
HA! A "PICK-UP!
Behold a young man lifting a youni
girl over the fattest, softest deepest
yellowest, broadest, squashiest mud pud
die you have ever SEEN The girls hel
their breath. Suppose Miss Booth wit
the fearsome weapon had seen But the
there was nothing clandestine about
all. The sun shone brilliantly. A it'll
group OF khaki-clad men had watche
their confrere pull pickup that 81
Walter Raleigh In all his chivalry hadn
thought Of. The girl laughed, the ma
laughed. Everybody laughed. II SCENE
innocent enough.
In wrightssown, strange as IL ma
seem, everything went on as properl
as Puritan might have wished. Thoug