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reposed under his stone efigy, said to
her whom he had dearly loved:
MAY God preserve u.s. my dear, from
such hcartless visitors. If you agree
with me, we will not make the least ef-
fort to open our eyes when these unde
slrables pass by. We are here with each
other and for each other only. Eternity
is too short for us to let ourselves be dis
turbed, if only for the space Of such
visits"
And the loved one answered with
faint voice from beyond the tomb:
"Ah, dear husband, how perfectly r;rht
you are! We dream our own beautiful
dream-that of all beings when their
hearts are filled for the first time with
the thought Of an eternal love"
Then they relapsed into silence, fear
ing that the kings, the dukes, the bshons
the abbes and the miracle workers might
hear their amorous words.
lhls glorious church, this ancient ca
thedral, which had been so young. gilt
terlng in the sun, Illuminating the plain
with It's reflections Of gold, grew old, as
men grow old Sadly it WATCHED the
things about it perish.
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not music at all, they say. Well, they have
said that of other composers before De-
busy There is little clique in France
which enters its protest by saying that
there was no music before Debussy. 1t is
witty and charming thing to say, espe-
cially when it is said seriously and by
musical critics who prefer 'LApres- midi
dun Faune to the Pastoral Symphony
Now, Debussy, great or small though he
may be, does not try to be anything but
himself, and if he is really like Mallarme
that is an accident of temperament. I
think the 'Faune' prelude is enough to show
that he has at least touch of that strange
ness without which there is no exquisite
beauty. l do not find that touch in any
modern English music, but as it is in Pur-
cell and in the Elizabethan songwriters.
do not think we are condemned, as nation,
to be without it."
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Songs of the 1st Company

THERE is our "old man," Captain
Palmer,
Who for avorry is surely balmer-
HIS troubles don't get him;
For joy does beset him
His name should be Trouble Charn,cr.
There is lieutenant named Pierce.
Who can baacl out q rookie quite fierce.
He makes 'em "acaK chalk";;
With his line of talk
His love for them surely is "skeorce."
There IS lieutenant named Croft
Who contracted a terrible cof.
But moaU he is UeU;
A nd he sure ca7, raise hell
With the rookie a0ho no1o dares to scof.
There aUas a. young soldier named
Wharton,
Who aUas ol1cays a-rippin' and smortin'-
IN the conapony-hes clerk;
And his 1vork he don't shirk;
With the ladies he's al1cuys cavortin'.
There is lieutenant named Flude,
Who has lost his last chance to oct
stude-
He's from q tCet State
SO his records relate;
And he's quite out Of luck-I conclude.
The Boyonet.
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there had been a curtain Then 7 looked
below and noticed what number of fair
haired young women and dark-hai
young men were there, and | fell to won
dering whether far-haired young women
were more studous than dark-haired vounp
women, or whether it had escaped nv no.
tlce That there was predominance of fair
haired young women in America.
And then | looked at the stage again
and saw that it was becoming verv ORDERLY
and we'll balanced; it seemed as though
stage manager must have been hurriedlv
called IN. | was struck with the ease with
"hlch the men wore their robes (my sub
conscious theatrical mind called them COS
tumes), and, much to my annoyance, COM
menced serious investigation on the sub
lect of why all the college men that had
from time to time rendered me assistance
on the stage as extra gentlemen in the
reception scene of Disraeli' and other plavs
had always been so distressngly awkward
before the footlights, while here they ex-
h1nlted such perfect repose. l endeavored
to cut short this investigation. The figures
on the stage no longer seemed to be drift
ing aimlessly about-they were moving like
men with a purpose; there was a splash of
color here and there which helped the
scene; the high light Of the presidents robe
brought the picture into focus Only the
men IN the front r0w-the candidates for
honorary degrees--seemed to be restless
They glanced at the audience apoogetically
and watched the fitting figures of the fac
ulty with a painful assumption of ease.
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in the sorrowtul night, shook from it's
base to its summit while the great can
non approached nearer and nearer--a
devouring mouth, an Unsuitable hyena,
from which. it appeared, nothing could
escape.
That day the rain of shells had been
so intense that the two unknown Young
lovers decided to leave their tombs. They
stood erect, one beside The other, in the
close, astonished at the state of complete
abandonment to which the cathedral had
been consigned. What were they doing.
the people of the abbey who used to fill
1t with their pomp, and who ought to
have the deepest interest in its fate?
What were they doing? Where were
they? And why, at this tragic hour.
were there none at hand except this i'm
potent couple, who lifted their eyes tow
ard the sky?
II know well,' said the young wife,
that our King Louis has gone on the
Second Crusade. But the good Suger.
his minister, what is he doing at this
minute? He was a true servant Of the
people, the father of his country. the
friend of the humble and the unfortu-
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in the audience. This broke forth when
President Butler spoke of the students who
mad reilnqulshcd their studies, renounced
their personal ambitions and had gone out
there to the war
Then we realized that every one of us
in that hail-Doctor Of Medicine, Doctor of
Law, religious teacher, teacher of biology
the British High Commissioner, the Secre-
tary OF State, the president of Columbia
had common interest that overwhelmed
even the business we We're ostensibly called
to carry through. AS each professor pre-
sented his candidates for election it was
obvious that his pride was not so much in
the students he presented as in those who
were absent in the service of their coun-
try. No one Of Us can ever forget the mo-
ment when the president referred to the
last name on our programmes. do not
recall the name, but it viii not be forgot
ten in Columbia; he had won his scholar
ship. but he was not there to receive his
honors. His "ame appeared now in another
rcport-'died OF wounds He had earned
and won higher scholarship in the great
beyond.
THE presidents voice broke and became
almost inaudblc when he spoke of this
1t is difficult to master ones self control
at the moment when one has deeply stirred
the emotions of crowd. President Butler
felt the sob that we were trying to restrain
| cannot recall ever having experienced
moment at once so touching and so inspir-
ing. That is the deepest of my impressions
of the day.
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NOR centuries they had slept side
by side in the ancient royal
basilica-these two mates, these


II by side in the ancient royal
basilica-these two mates, these
two unknown lovers. They
slept among the tombs of the illustrious
-soveregns and dukes-among the
bishops, the abbes and the miracle work
ers, before whom the crowd came to kneel
and pray on the days of pilgrimages.
For their part they had never per
formed miracles neither while they lived
nor after they were dead. The only
miracle of their life had been to love
each other faithfully and loyalty, as their
two effigies, sculptured in relief on the
stone, bore witness-young, beautiful
clothed in the same brocade, with their
long hair caught back alike, their hands
clasped, delicate and pure seeming never
to have touched anything less exquisite
than precious jewels, and that serene and
tranquil expression which the kiss Of
death had given them when it sealed
their lips.
But since no name had been inscribed
upon their tomb-no name, no crown no
feur de lys, no coat Of arms-pcope
paid no attention to them. They we're
sufficient unto themselves, and slept their
last sleep in peace.
But now the church. formerly so
thronged, became a vast solitude. Only
a few strangers came to look at the
monuments They deciphcrcd the inscrip
tions, made some Indifferent remarks and
went away without showing the least
AMBITION. Then tba young husband who
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mained but the recollection of thing that
had been beautiful and had vanished NJ
les nuages la-bas les mer-
veilleux nuages. | listen, forgetting the
poem, that most learned intoxication in
modern French poetry, and I heard, first
of all, as if ghost were signing, lonely
voice, toward which all at once kind echoes
begin to fly, futtering nearer; then voice
Gs it quite humanO comes through the
wind among the reeds, uttering vague
pain which is half unconscious and half
inarticulate. The orchestra is filled with
little crying voices, sympathetic or mockng
breezes, daughters, signs, the unhuman
things touched with human pains under
this sunlight and the clouds of their after
noon; all things float and escape, return
and are never captured. And then I re-
membered the line;
"'Ces nymphes, je les veux perpetucr'
And then a pipe sounded, saying: None
the less, let US be merry before the evening
| heard the little joys of tiny Beardslev
creatures dancing to the tinkling of elfn
bells, through which | heard ALWAYS the
unceasing wind among the reeds. And the
end came suddenly, broad sunlight, the
single note of bell, like a throb of per-
fectly happy ecstasy the faun was content
$50 much the music told me, and so much
music, being a creative not an illustrative
art, is able to tell without words There is
no scene painting or word painting: it is
not programme music; music says over
again in its own language the essential
part of what has been said in the language
of poetry. And here, it seems to me- wc
have perfectly legitimate interaction of
the two arts There is no confusion he
tween them, no conflict, neither asks the
aid of the other. Malarme's poem is as
beautiful without the music, and Debussy's
music as beautiful without the poem. The
music is, in sense, inspired by the poetry.
as the poem itself might equally we'll have
been inspired by the music Both have an
equal magic of atmosphere, and belong
equally to that most modern kind of art
which aims only at evocation. They have
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I'm Actor GOeS to commencement

A CTORS talk but rarely, and not
IN infreduently with disastrous ef-
4 n fects. They spend so much of
their lives on the sentiments of other
people that the world sometimes never
discovers they have often admirable
and attractive sentiments of their own.
George Arllss wrote the following bit
Of impressions" for "The Columbia
University Alumni News" and it is note
worthy for the fashion in which it illu-
mines the spirit Of the occasion (com-
mencement, 1879 and for it's honest ex-
preston of an onlooker's reactions:
81 feel some ditfidence in confessing that
long association with theatrical entertain
ments has led me into the habit of think
ing through the theatre. I cannot help
this. In the greatest and most solemn mo-
ments of my real life, even when | have
been most deeply moved, my mind has
flashed the whole scene upon the stage and
weighed its value with an audience | have
been surprised at and ashamed of this
frivolous trick of my BRAIN but have been
unable to prevent it. SO when found my
self in the gallery of the gymnasium |
began to think how long it was since last
sat in the gallery of theatre, and when
| caught sight of that net below me re-
membered how, years ago, the presence of
a similar net in the theatre aroused de-
lighted anticipation of the tight-rope
walker to come.
"And then | looked at the gathering
crowd upon the stage, and l thought the
scene was trife disorderly and wished
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lover Of the theatre. He goes on to saw.
"How long this particular i'll would hav.
ravaged our powers had our peace and
material comfort proceeded UNINTERRUPTED
one may not say; it would seem that RI.
war caught US at the turning point, but it
may be we should have gone tunnel,;ne
still further into the darkness before shoe.
lack of air had forced us up into the star-
light.
at all events, the education in German
philosophy and German taste which tho
war has crammed down the throats of all
Of us has caused the name of realism to
smell very badly; if there is any one thing
we have all learned out of this conflict il
is that the things which matter most ar.
the things which no eye can see and no
tongue can tell, which no realism can
touch even at the fringes. Men and women
who have come through this recognition
will not be content with Belascoism either
IN play producing or IN play writing; thew
cannot be satisfied with the Ibsenism which
solemnly spears hypocrisy and pro
claims it is thereby presenting reality
Undoubtedly the comedy of manners
the romantic play, the tragedy. the his
torical drama-an anything, indeed, which
leaves the imagination free to 60 back to
its own source of inspiration-wll predom-
mate in the playwriting of the coming
half century. Men who have endured
wounds and filth and ntoerable losses will
not care to see these represented in the
realistic manner; it is not because these
things are painful that they will not want
to be reminded Of them but because there
are other and higher experiences worthier
remembrance. 1t is our opinion that the
historical play which has been written into
the drama of very nearly every older coun-
try will have its chance in America when
the is over"
New-York tribune., 1918-08-25
TheSilence
OfAnatOle
France
w 7RITING in "The London
" Graphic" Winifred Stephens
observes:

"
observes:
ITO many already famous French writers
the war has proved an abundant inspiration.
Their Bourget, Bordeaux, Bazin,
Provost, Barres-on yellow volumes encir-
cled with the pink label Went de paraitre,'
grow more and more familiar to the Eng
lish reader. But Anatole France is not of
these.
"Son of member of Charles KS body
guard, himself at twentysix a soldier of
1870, at the beginning of this war he an
nounced his intention of exchanging his
sen for the sword. When the French gov
ernment refused him permission to wear
the soldiers uniform Anatoe France re-
tired into the provinces, where he observes
kecnly, talks brilliantly but writes lit
tie.
"Since August, 1914, he has signed his
name to two volumes only. In 1915 ap-
peared Sur la Vote Glorieuse,' collection
of articles and letters to poilus, published
(by Edouard Champion) for the benefit of
wounded soldiers, and in 1917 lie Genie
Latin a series of prefaces, utterly remote
from the war, having been written long
ago and collected and published by Lemerre
in 1913, but now reissued by Camann Levy,
with few alterations, chiefly suppressions
How can one account in the face of the
greatest conflict humanity has ever wit
messed, for the silence of so shrewd and
phiosophc writer, who is more famous
perhaps, than any other living European
author? With that delicate taste which
has always distinguished him, M. France
may regard the present as not time for
that satire and irony which are his greatest
gifts. For many years before 1914, OBJ
sessed by sense of the impending calam-
ity, he had discussed it. AS far back as
1908 | heard him foretell it, Speaking of
the Franco British entente, he then said
to me: In the great European conflagration
approaching England and France will
fight side by side against Germany. You
will do all the work on sea, we on land
Not an unnatural representation, consider
ing the size of our army and the French
ideas of their own military strength! Then,
with mischevous smile, he added: And
by way of reward you will send US some of
your excellent Chester cheese
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Translated by William L. Mcpherson

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The German
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arisen from two separate creative impulses,
neither copied from the other or an imita-
tion of the other; each beginning over
again from the beginning.
"And, just as when Mallarme wrote the
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poem it was considered uninteligible, not
poetry at all, the words of charlatan, and
so forth, so Debussy's music, being new
of its kind and not made on traditional
lines, has seemed doubtful to many people
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HCHORTLY before the war. HAVING
~ bought a house at Versailles he was
about to leave the Villa Said. On a Sunday
IN May l9l4, we were gathered several of
US, IN his library. Everything spoke of de-
parture The shelves had been stripped of
their books, which had been packed into
huge cases, ranged all round the room.
mere relgned an atmosphere of crisis and
upheaVal, like that Of NJ. Bergcrets re-
moYai. Though VI. France explained that
ne was not abandoning the house only leay-
ing II temporarily for the purpose Of GER
tam rcconstructions, could not help feel
ing oppressed by a sense Of finaltv.
After seyen months OF war, in February.
1910 saw the house again. Passing down
the villa Said, instinctively, though | knew
lie maitre was not in Paris looked for his
house looked in vain. In vain / sought
the well known door with its bronze knock
cr, the head Of woman delcatelv carved.
and the peep-hole, that Judas through
which used to peer suspiciously the eve of
ms old servant, member Of the Reformed
Church Of Geneva. Madame is seeking the
housc OF 81. Anatole France :? said butler
coming out onto neighbours doorstep.
There it is
u looked and nothing but blank
wall. Knockcr, door, windows even, all had
disappcared Blind and dumb remained the
masters house. More struck by this sight
than by anything | bad sccn or heard in
Psris since the war, fingered in front Of
this transmogrifcd facade. Gradually it.
grow expressive. Was not the house, which
had once spoken 70 cloquenry Of its mas
t~s's ya1yinz moods, non as silent as the
x0A4tAxz"
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Realism
Must Go
Next

CCORDING to "The Villaper.
\ stage realism is doomed-a fact
n which, the writer maintains
should greatly hearten the
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sSEROM almost every possible angle NJ
Il France had regarded this stupendous
modern problem of war With a wellnigh
unique capacity for considering things from
varying points of view he had turned the
question about and about. He had foreseen
a future from which league of nations
would Danish war. He had also foreseen
one in which strife if not between nations
between classes, might kill civilization
Wars he had condemned as execrable, and,
with his abbe, Jerome Coignard, he had
Jeered at man as un animal mousquet
But those we're wars of conquest. This
war, which the Germans have made the
most hideous the world has ever SEEM he
glorlfes as une guerre de defence, de IL
beratlon In moment of optimism he has
even gone SO far as to call it the last war;
"Of soldiers and sailors NJ. France before
the war expressed varying opinions. Once
he wondered whether the dangers to which
they were exposed were really greater than
those run by civilian workers, constantly
threatened, through our wretched industrial
conditions, with death from disease and
poverty. Elsewhere he had pronounced con-
hdently that-cest aux soldats que revient
HohHeur ueS Plus DeauX ct deS plus peni-
,bles sacrfices.' With a like versatility he
mad treated the arts of war. Indeed, he
had dealt with these subjects in much the
same way as for many years he had been
accustomed to deal with his own house in
the little blind alley, known as the Villa
SAID, which turns out of the Bois de Bou-
logne.
That house was always in the hands of
the workmen, forever undergoing recon-
structlon, passing from one stvle to an
other as the interests of its master shifted
When he had completed his Jeanne dare
Tor instance, and was turning from the
Italian art of the fifteenth century to the
French and English painters of the e;ph-
teenth, beginning work on Proud'bon
which, If completed, has, as far as know
never been published, he exchanged the
massive chests and cabinets of the Rena;s-
sance period for the lighter and more grace.
full furniture OF Louis XIV
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a CTORS talk but rarely, and not
IN infreduently with disastrous ef-
4 n fects. They snend so rn,1ch of
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1918-11-01

such supplies badly. Give generously
that we may the sooner defeat the
Hun"
What Lieut. Dawson says Of the Y.
w. c. A. he might have said of all the
national organizations which are COM
ing together for the biggest financial
campaign that organizations have ever
headed. All the $170, 100000 to be
raised by the seven great national or
ganizations the week of November ii
will be used to garrison and supply
the support trenches behind the lines.
They are the Y. M. c. A., the Y. w.
G. A., the National Catholic War Coun-
ell, Jewish Welfare Board, American
Library Association, War Camps Com
munity Service and Salvation Army.
American girls in various uniforms
mingle strangely with picturesque
Brittany costumes in France The
American Y. w. G. A. has hostess
house in Brittany where the Signal
Corps women live and a hut where
the nurses spend their free time. Both
these centers are fitted with many of
the comforts and conveniences Of
home
AT q tea given at the nurses hut
one Saturday afternoon" writes Miss
Mabel Warner, of Salina, Kansas, Y.
w. c. A. worker there, there was an
odd gathering admiral, bishop,
a Presbyterian minister, Roman
Catholic priest, doctor, an ensign,
one civilian and myself"
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1918-11-01
First Victory Boys Work.

"Say, I'm via, to you, all right" a
Western Union messenger boy whis-
pered to one of the directors of the
United War Work Campaign in the
New York headquarters. The direc-
tors desk had only just been moved
in and the work Of the big drive had
hardly begun.
I'm onto your stunt" the boy went
on as he swung grimy fist over the
desk you're goin' to give US fellows
that amt old enough to go to war a
chance to earn an give to back up
fighter an help win the war. Listen
I'm in on this"
The crumpled SIS bill he dropped on
the desk made him the first Of "a mil
lion boys behind million fighters"
who are to be lined up as Victory Boys
during the week of the drive.
There will be a division Of Victory
Girls, too, and every boy and every
girl enrolled will have to earn every
dollar he or she gives to the war work
fund.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1918-11-01

in ruins, passed thru one the same
name as Mrs Lizzie Blacks young
est brother, but we are many miles
from there now. The boys have
been getting hold of the Fritzes
helmets and buttons to send home.
| sure have been seeing lots OF
France in the last few months. The
Bosch have just recently been in
the woods near where we are camp
ing but are now many miles back.
l have been getting several letters
from you all each week and am al
ways glad to get them, reed the
copy of the Press giving the name
of the boys for whom the service
flag was dedicated, That was
good bunch of boys to go from on'
town.
How is everything getting along
in the Burg? guess in a few
months Otto will be in the game
a'so. I think this kind of life viii
do him good, l never felt better in
my life, I can put pack weighing
about go pounds on my back an
hike to IL miles with ease.
There is not much news l can
write from mp here, but will senG
field card every other day 80 yot
may know | am we'll.
Love and best wishes to every
one of you.
CARL F. SCHUBERT.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1918-11-01
Weeks War
News
Condensed
Thursday Oct. "a

huA0N%J wv"
British take two thousand pris-
oners, south Of Valenciennes and
smash through strong German de-
lenses, gaining ground to a depth
of 5000 yards, capturing several
villages and numerous guns.
French deliver blow north of La.
on, going forward two to three
miles on an eight mile front; Amer
cans capture BreuiIles on the west
ern bank of the Meuse.
President submits proposal to
Allies. virtual surrender of Teu-
tons is demanded.
Friday Oct 25
Enemy forced to give ground on
all fronts in stubborn fighting,
American, French and British con
tinueing to advance in important
sectors, French army forces passage
of Oise canal; British take more
than Seven Thousand prisoners in
less than two days, while Ameri'
cans cooperate with them, and
north of Grandpre and the Argonne