The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1918-02-19

mnni.l, Sutton, VT; stephen SHck.
pneumonia. Bruc9ton, Pa.
men with me, ana followed the first
wave
"Whoopng and yelling and dashing
madly forward. | suppose" interrupt
ed the latest American arrival. a war
railroad man.
Well, no. corrected the lcftenant,
Strengthening his leg cautiously. It's
the slowest thing there is: no, excite
ment about it. You see. we followed
q creeping barragc. The ground is all
laid out in imaginary squares. and Il
platoon OF six guns has to drop IS
sheels on that square. ii two or three
| Of the guns are ont of commission. the
rest of them Rave TO divide it up. but
| Is shells must drop on that square,
i which makes it pretty certain that
! there won't be a living thing left on
top of the ground. Then the guns are
trained on the next square ahead. and
| the infantry follows up TO hunt the
| Roches out Of the pill boxes"
earrage Came Forward
| w Itdl llHIe NdS TINS. ustN II ts'iih'
from one who craved picture.
NO about seven thirty" considered
| the leftenant. We'll, about nine
thirty, after Id sent back two obscrv-
ers and u couple Of pigeons, the en-
| emy's harrage came forward to meet
| ours, and n shell dropped behind me
and got me. in the hip. My light went
| out for a minute. but I came to right
away. | lay there seven hours in ths
mud. hut it didn't hurt very much.
was pretty comfortable. In that time
two barrages passed right over me. oul
own and the enemy's. At about fly,
o'clock the stretcher- bearers found me
Say. they're the brave felows,"
No Giaring Adjectives.
That's the way he told It, Ne can
mons red glare. no ear-bnrsting din
no pandemoninm tearing loose, NJ
fierce, struggling figures amid TIL
rolling smoke. Ike weird demons lie
out of hell. no straining forward unit
tho blood veins seemed bursting in tn
temples. no mortal gasp as the frag
ment struck him. no frcnzied effort L
| preserve consciousness as he slid int
the dim shadows of oblivion. no takin
us in on his probable vivid pictures 0
, home and mother, and the boys OF
, | Main street, and the girl at the gar
| den gate. and no seven long hours o
agoniZed torture while the battle ge
, around him and death dealing shell
were dropping on every hand! \
fireworks, no dramatics, no lurid wor
t.iE.iI rf M
! particularly no thrill You wouldn
a think sentiment or poetry was in tina
man, would you?
a But what's the big idea about goin
( back into it," inquired n gentleman c
, the commercial contingent. "Yon'v
,. done your bit. You could quit wit
, | credit right now"
Lieutenant Tom Strengthened up, an
+, looked at the gentleman of the com
4 mercial contingent with wonder In hi
, soft. brown eyes.
E "Quit?' said he. "Why. the Boch
isn't licked. We can't quit, any of u
I until humanity Is safe"
a And Lieutenant BIZ talks exactl
like Leftenant Tom. He has fin
medical practice at home. a nice wifi
~ btdutlluI littlt III
p father didn't want him to come.
Look here, Bill" said his fathe
What's your idea In going? Your
G doing better than any Of US ever ey
n pected, so why don't you stay rigl
!, here and hold your practice"
a Well. father" said Lieutenant Bill
every man must be true to himself
There You are. The Americans VIII
came over here are fighting with OK
|. actly that sort of thought in min,
r. And it isn't bunk" because they'I
8 risking their lives for it: more tina
q. their lives; everything they hold dea
This is the biggest collection of Simon
: pure altruists ever brought together
t In our high idealism lies the answ'
a to the Frenchman's deep regard for II
II his trust in us, his supreme conf
ID denee, The bond of sympathy b.
0. tween us Is the poetry in us bot
| How's that