Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1918-07-05
CHAPTER !.
From Muftl to Khaki.

bTOTU "0thI " NuaNts
1t was in an Office in Jersey City.
I was sitting at my desk talking to
q lieutenant of the Jersey National
Guard. On the wall was a big war
map decorated with variOusly colored
little flags showing the position Of the
opposing armies on the western front
in France. In front Of me on the desk
lay New York paper with big flaring
headlines:
LUsITANlA SUNK! AMERICAN
LIVES LOST!
The windows were open and feel
ing of spring pervaded the air.
Through the open windows came the
strains Of hurdy-gurdy playing in the
street, Didn't Raise My Boy to Be
a Soldier"
'Lusitania Sunk! American Lives
Lost! ~ Didn't Raise My Boy to
Be a Soldier" To us these did not
seem to jibe.
The lieutenant in silence opened one
Of the lower drawers of his desk and
took from it an American flag which
he sOlemnly draped over the war map
on the wall. Then, turning to me with
a grim face. said:
"How about it, sergeant? You had
better get out the muster roll Of the
Mounted Scouts. as think they viii
no,oee1o1 y ~ eouRse II 3 few dayMw
We busted ourselves till late in the
evening writing out emergency tele-
grams for the men to report when the
call should come from Washington.
Then we went home.
l crossed over to New York, and as
! went up Fulton street to take the
subway to Brooklyn. the lights in the
tall buildings of New York seemed to
be burning brighter than usual, as If
they, too, had read "Lusitania Sunk
American Lives LOST" They seemed
to be glowing with anger and righteous
Indignation, and their rays wigwagged
the message, Repay"
Months passed, the kilograms lying
handy, but covered with dust. r. IN.
one momentous morning the lieutenant
with sigh of disgust removed the
flag from the war map and returned
to his desk. l Immediately followed
this action by throwing the kilograms
into the wastebasket. Then we looked
at each other In silence He was
squirming In his chair and l felt de-
pressed and uneasy.
The telephone rang and I answered
II. 1t was n business call for me. re-
questing my services for an out-of-
town assignment. Business was not
very good, so this was very welcome.
After listening to the proposition I
seemed TO be swayed by a peculiarly
strong force within me, and answered,
Il am sorry that ! cannot accept your
offer, but l am leaving for England
next week." and hung up the receiver.
The lieutenant swung around in his
chair, and stared at me in blank aston.
ishment. A sinking sensation came
over me, but / defiantly answered his
look with. well, it's so. I'm going"
And went.
The trip across was uneventful.
landed at Tilbury, England, then got
into string of matchbox cars and
proceeded to London, arriving there
about 10 p. m. took a room In hotel
near st. Pancras station for five and
six-fire extra" The room was minus
the fire, but the extra" seemed tc
keep me warm. That night there was
a Zeppelin raid. but didn't see much
Of 1t. because the slit in the curtains
was too small and l had no desire tc
make 1t larger. Next morning the tel
ephone bell rang, and someone asked
"Are you theref" was. hardly. ANY
way. l learned that the Zeps had re
turned to their fatherland. so wen,
out into the street expecting to set
scenes Of awful devastation and COW
ering populace, but everything wns
normal. People were calmly proceed
ing to their work. Crossing tn,
street. I accosted Bobbie with:
Gan you direct me to the place O.
damageT
He asked me. what damager
In surprise. / answered. "Why, tn,
damage caused by the Zeps."
With a wink he replied:
There was no damage; we MISE,
them again"
After several fruitless inquiries O
the passersby. I decided to go ON m
own In search Of ruined buildings an
scenes Of destruction. boarded bu
which carried me through Tottenhar
Court road. Recruiting posters wer
everywhere. The one that impresse
me most was a life-size picture Q
Lord Kitchener with his finger poinI
Ing directly at me. under the captio
OF sYour King and Country Need You.
No matter which way I turned. th
accusing finger followed me. VI