Arizona republican., 1918-11-04

military policemen control 1t all quite as easily and effectively as do our white gloved minions of the law at home. second seemingly endless caravan follows almost immediately upon the tail of the first, until by and by one becomes dizzy watching. It's just like a movie" on the winding, hilly road
 We lunch in Meaux, that sleepy old town through which the Germans marched in 1914. Long Joe asks for second helping of bread, and Is severely reprimanded by the child who serves us. i Outside in the blazing sun, 1 come upon two soldiers from home. They are staring into shop window at a few sCiled postcards, a few brass watch chains and collar buttons and handful of fly specked perfume bottles. l can't resist calling out: Enlist in the war and see the world" "Hel-lo' they cry. It's a pretty word when it's said like l that
 | We get to La Ferte late in the after noon where we are to meet the others. l wander to a high picket fence on the i ether side of which khaki clad Ameri- cans are salvaging vegetables. The cab bages and onion and most of the other things are no longer fresh but the boys aren't complaining as they separate the sound from the spoiled. Meanwhile they tell me a little about themselves They're from Texas and one is from family that always has had slaves. Not one of them left my grandmother after the civil war;" says he, two of them are still living. And all they do the whole day long is to sit in the shade and smoke" Think of that" signs another, Just sit in the shade and | SmCke!"
 It gets to be 6 o'clock and it gets to be o'clock. And still no sign of the trucks. So Cap decides that we will have to spend the night here and we start out in search of rooms. The one little hCtel is full. but after weary wanderings We hear of place where the rooms aren't ho bad-but where the woman who rents them is a devill Alter a great deal of conversation she agrees to take me in, and after a great deal more, she consents to the rest com Ing toe. But" says she, and both Cap and quail before her contemptuous scrutiny, q want it understood that these rooms will be two francs apiece" 1 look at very uninviting bed. Cap looks at a floors Of the other two rooms, which are absolutely empty, as though trying to pick out a soft one. After which he goes thoughtfully down the stairs and brings in his sleeping bag.
 Then he tells me he is going down the road again in search of the lost ones, and by and by he returns with them. Someone finds a Wobbly table which is carried into the garden, and while l proceed to lay it, Mac opens cans and the Kid slices ham. Long Joe digs out yard of bread from the mass of blankets and barrage and Cap fries eggs and makes wonderful coffee on his little alcohol stove. The ex- -Canuck- poetic soul-wanders away for a little while. When he again appears he hands me few flowers and exactly four berries of some unknown variety with just the proper amount of 'blar- mey!'
 Reluctantly we go to bed. The little house is still, except for an occasiona cough muffled word and sometimes a groan, the latter because sleeping bags aren't as comfortable as they ap- pear to be in catalogues. In the moon light the hands of my watch point tC 20 minutes past o'clock.
 Soon there are voices down in tn, garden. I hear Mac say: T felt rest less so l came here to smoke" Ther the Kid answers: 'Tll tell you wha lets do. Let's make a lot of coffee. Drowsiness is stealing over me and tn, last thing 1 remember is Macs droning No, be patient just little longer. Tn, night is almost done"
 Next morning Cap and I drive thrcugl much of Belleau Wood as we care tt see. It isn't the pieces of horses stil unburied, nor the great swarms of fife which make us turn back. It's the sigh f Of a baby cab with a gaping shell hol right through the middle
 , We come upon Chateau-T -Thierry in al the brightness of a summer afternoon We pass through street after street O l what were homes, now, mute evidence s of frail humanity's hate and also o = frail humanity's woe An eloouen silence reigns. Nothing stirs excep when breath of wind catches up som of the thick white plaster dust an, whirls it gleefully from ruin tc ruir We begin to meet soldiers, both FrencI and American, but never a civilian nor dog, nor cat I can imagine noth ing more heartbreaking than the empti ness of place like this.
 The kindly mayor gives us write
 authority to occupy a house, whic
 from the road looks presentable bu
 which entirely lacks rear walls. Bot front and back yards are full of she
 holes, and as we go into the house "
 pick our way cautiously through debri of every sort There isn't a window i
 the place and there's not much left c
 the furniture.