The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1918-03-12

liz llldICcllcu SlIl was WOIhlL6 w
it'll her hands folded in her lap, and a
look of ineffa lie content on her face,
and an occasional touch of we'll
manicured fingertip to the marching
When lathe AumDer one was through
tapering down the shell casing to h
ign polish and fine taper, it stopped
OF its own accord ,/and tossed the thing
into an automatic runway through
which it went somewhere else TO have
something Csc done to itSby some 9th
er woman; w4.e:eupon, the lathe young
lady pulled lever which raised an:
other casing into place; sthis she deli
Ecately dustet;, and Estartsd the ma
Icnnery. y ~ ~ &
starting the machinery is the spec
ialty of these mechanics; no one lifts
or carries anything to amount to any
thing. In about five Or seven minutes
lathe number two finished it's task
and wanted more, and the lathe young
lady Accommodated. ~.
She gets IL francs a day for
that, and is having the time of
her sweet, young lite, as we'll she
may, considering the attention
she attracts; for she is the new
est thing in France; the Iaboring
woman! @-
The young machinist next to her
wears her hair in the latest knot,
which is a near-psyche, and she isn't
quite so placidly nonchalant about her
work; but she makes up for it in pub
lie interest by looking around more.
The adjoining mile or so of factory
hands blended into sort of general
perspective, for there were too many
endless rows and cross rows of them
under that maze Of whirring pulleys
to notice individually. r.
Old statistics go the exact number,
three or six thousand or something,
and he is welcome; but for us it was
sufficient that they were so vast that
they dwindled away intoJthe dim dis.
tance in every direction When any
thing fills the entire limits of human
comprehension, what's the use of
figures?
Clang! Clang! Clang! A girl on
a tiny motor truck came whizzing out
of Trench II and turned down Alley
L, tWirled in dexterous curve, poked
the nose Of the truck under a rack of
shells, twisted; lever which lifted the
rack from the floor, backed, circled,
and away she sailed. ~
She was a mighty pretty girl, with
a flower in her blouse, and bright
eye, and a smile for the obvious ad
mlration we gave her; and if ever a
face expressed solid content with one
lot in life, that girls face expressed
it. MEE.
We had a thoroughly enjoyable day.
WE saw thousands and thousands of
wonderland men, where absolutely
necessary-taking the raw material
and Transforming it into the most
wonderful perfected death1lealing de-
vices, at the rate Of 50 many a second
and a fraction over u
We saw them working with the
molten iron in great, dim rooms which
flared like an inferno; we saw them
handling the ponderous machines
which draw the iron onto thick bars,
which break the bars into suitable
lengths, which stamp the red-hot
lengths into hollow casings; during
an entire eternity or so we saw wom-
en- handling the enormous presses
which force cold lead into rods, and
which stamp rods into bullets and
hich measure bullets into shells; hut
before we could see any more, thank
heaven, the machinery suddenly stop
ped, and we all went to lunch.
We've had some remarkable ban
DUETS and some remarkable luncheons
but this was the most remarkable of
all, and positively the .rst time we
were ever fed by motor trucks. It's
quite the largest building on the
grounds, that enormous dining salon,
and we were served In style with ex-
tremely square meals, each meal pip
ing, hot.
The .Only difference between the
wageearners and the bosses is that
the latter have their sables ret on .
dAlcont, but they III get the same
luncheon at the same time and ct the
same peice ssbosik o., cents Gnut
plates stacked - % top Of eGch other
~ each place, 8 sepafate plate Tor