The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-05-12
Should American Soldier and Sailor RemoUe Hat
 In Milady's Presence?
Quaint Difference Between the British Man Ars and His American Brother-Britisher in Khaki Never Removes His Cap in Presence of Mother the Queen Herself
 To Wear Hat Sign of Honor-No Military Salute
 Can Be Given With the Head Uncovered
By LADY MARY

fragments of men to stir my blood and quicken my imagination. There were
 no long, sombre processions of heav- | fly laden ambulances vending their way from railroad stations. I had lost the war!
 AWAKENING OF NEW YORK Then, r,one day something happened, don't know just what 1t was. But anyhow, New York woke up The match of defiance and patriotism was put to the calmly burning embers. and To! the big city was in the war!
 I have never witnessed such anaz- ing enthusiasm, such magnificent en- durance as I have done in this little old New York" as during this Liberty Loan campaign. l am told that the city and the state for time was be- hind what was required of it as far as money Is concerned. That may be; but the valor and splendid spirit of the men and women who were working for it cannot be beaten. I have heard, in theatres, at public buildings and in out-of -the-way corners, some of the most wonderful speeches I have ever listened to- Young boys in khaki, old soldiers, sailors, firemen, workingmen; women of all grades and classes, young and old, rich and poor-the flood of eloquence. the real zeal of the fanatic, the spirit of a nation which has re- solved to whit is here and unless you are just a fish you must be reused and warmed and magnetized by it's magnitude and it's splendid oneness
 NEW YORK ALL LIT UP"
 Yes, America is at war; New York Is 'all lit up." There is no half heartedness about anybody or any, thing that is loyal to our cause now. What does it matter if soldier takes off his cap to you and bows or keeps it on and salues? It is the spirit that is in these men that we trust to and love. American-British or Brit h-American-brother all of them, and men to be proud of. That is just the way it strikes me, an EnglishWomen who has been feeling the pulse of great city for six months.
 WATERS AND WAR
 In the hotel where l am living, number of gray haired, middle-aged walters are employed. The majority of them are Irish, and there are two or three Englishmen. Somehow or oth- CT, l always get on well with wait CTS. They are quite human people after all, and if you treat them civ lilly, always find that their best serv- ice is yours. Anyhow, walters and are usually firm friends. At break fast time I invariably have little chat with one or more of these willing serv- itors, and have noticed as the war spirit has expanded that each one has had something to tell me about a son or a grandson, or a nephew who is tout there" either in the thick of it, or waiting to Ego over," or wounded or alas! dead.
 They are all proud, exnltant. anx- ious-and one of them, a rosy checked Irishman, who knows more about put ting the right amount of butter on buckwheat cakes than any other waiter, said to me the other day: And be- gorrah, maam, if I had the chanct wouldn't meself be going over the top along wid me own lad. who is hack in the reserves, God bless him."