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New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
Never Did He Think
He Could Be So Alone

AND now! It was all a mockerv.
For now it made no difference at all to
nun. Everything was finished. His
little bit OF country, his village, the
meadows, the slopes, the gardens. the
patient work of his parents and his
grandparents-all had disappeared. He
would go no matter where. To live or
dle-at this minute what did that mat
ger TO MIN? Never had he thought
tnae man could be so desperately
alone, so completely cut off from all
human interests
But as he walked away something
stopped him. Before him, lying across
the road, big apple tree, torn by it's
roots from the SOIL barred his view
or the horizon with its blossoms.
white as feeces Of wool. The blue
SKY could scarcely be made out through
the branches, ard IN their shadow th,.
,sarth wakenea again 20 life. The wind
mad scattered seeds there at hazard
and the shoots had began to show
through, full-fedgeG. dissimilar, light
or dark, but all vigorous and erect in
the morning sunlight.
lhey had killed everything. pillaged
everything, burned everything, like the
farm near at hand, OF which he saw
tne ruins-the ploughs, the harrows.
the thrashers and the wagons. all
si'idSHed 10 birs. But IN spite of their
nate and their madness the earth was
still living and fecund.
Bent over II, separating each blade.
caressng each sioot, he murmured in
amazemcnt:
Wheat Harley' Clover, Hay"
All the forces of spring had rcassem-
bied under the blossoms of the apple
tree. Further Off. under other levelled
apple trees. other grains were sprout-
ing from the ground, and as far as the
eye could reach the rayished country
had begun to bloom again.
Then, having turned his head and
discovered amid the debris of the wag
ons and the broken stones forgotten
spade, Girot grasped it. crooked his
elbows, ;spat on his hands and, think
ing Of the harvests which nothiny can
arrest. Of the earth which never ceases
to yield, he began softly to turn over
the soil.
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
F ound His Brother
A German Prisoner

December 81, 1917
About Two weeks ago one of the
Brooklyn boys found his brother in :
strange way. He saw several German
prisoners carrying out their garbage
cans, walked over 10 look at them anc
one of them was his brother The boy
was at school in Germany in 1914 and
was forced INTO the army because his
father was born IN Germany. A re-
quest has been made TO have hin, re-
leased, as he wants to join our army.
He was born in the States
To-day large detachment of Young
officers who have finished their train.
ing n the artillery school went
through. Such fine lot OF men. with
the right spirit! They had their Xmas
boxes from home Yesterday One in
sisted on digging out one Of his boxes
so / should have some home food:
thought | would like 10 have taste
after three years. lie was Columbia
graduate, living on 115th Street. Thev
were all so glad to hear American
women speak.
Two New York women just arrived
to work among the refugees, and | have
been busy having them meet the right
people to give them an idea of how to
go to work. They are experienced So
GIN workers, ana are very welcome, es-
peclally as the Red Cross is behird
them and help is badly needed. We
have such crowds of refugees pouring
IN ali the time, as Germany is send
ing out all the young and unft-no
boys over fifteen and 10 girls over six
teen, unless they have baby or are
pregnant. All children under three
are German. Some OF the poor women
have, besides their French children.
two German, each of different fathe-.
Their stories OF hardships endured in
the last three years are heartbreakine.
Some OF the soldiers are coming bacl,
insane. The first lot that have seen
that were humaneiy treated arrived
last week. They were in good condition.
Their wounds had been splendidly
cared for. They said they werc uudcr
very strict rule and poorly fed. both in
Germany and Switzerland. but their
hospital care was good They had been
wounded IN 1914. NJ. K. WOLFE"
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07

were like children over fairy tales.
Late in the afternoon word came would
please go to Isolation, the boys there
were so blue. Down went. and found
SIX IN various stages OF the blues,
buried under their blankets. In twenty
minutes we were all on pile having
great time. No old soldier with a
wooden leg was ever more popular as
story teller. In the end each one told
me all Of their troubles. One boy.
after being in uniform, went home to
say goodby; his parents saw him COM
ing and locked the door in his face, they
being Quakers. Another-his wife and
family did not write because they were
German. No wonder they were de-
pressed; their first Christmas from
home, in a strange land, and sick. l
talked until I was as hoarse as a frog;
but the boys were laughing and sing
ing when 1 left, SO l fel. that my
Christmas had been we'll spent. You
may not know, but I am a talker, and
tor once 1t was good thing.
i even gave the nurses a lecture in
their quarters on the first duties Of a
war nurse, which ran something Ike
this: No grumbling, no tears or long
faces. Sick men are like Children
they look to US for not only care. but
comfort and cheer We are here 10
take the place of mother and sister. so
never lack for a smile and chserv
word. Cry, if you must, but wait until
you go to bed. You may be cold, un
comfortable and homesick, but always
remember our boys are facing the
trenches and death in No Mans Land.
and buck up. You are here to do your
part toward winning this war. Long
faces and laments for home VIII never
cheer soldiers. TEX them any fool
story, but don't talk home folks"
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07

saw their sanity subjects largely,
erandly, and as they modelled them
they saturated them in an emotion pro-
foundly human, profoundly sweet.
The Denote collection abounds in
the homely enchantment of this medic
val school. 1t is a realistic school, es-
sentially. There are some Spanish
pieces on view, notably wooden bust,
colored, of st. Francis Xavier, which
is positively dramatic in its expression
OF pathetic sentiment But in the
works of the French sculptors which
occupy most Of the space, nameless but
immortal craftsmen, there is overlaid
upon this naturalistic habit the glory
of race having style at it's finger tips.
The draperies Of these Nadonnas,
SAINTS, Apostles, Donors and so on fall.
IN straight. heavy folds. The heads
are broadly and sometimes even rough
ly planned. The faces show but rarely
the super-subtle modelling on which
later sch ools have expended themselves.
Yet again and again the naive Gothic
artist achieves piercing beauty He
is naive, but he has n fairly solemn
dignity lie is almost childlike in the
simplicity Of his expression, but the
faces of his figures have tenderness
which long afterward haunts the mind
Elements of sensuous charm are miss
ing from his equipment. These images
introduce singularly grave spirit into
the light, decorative ensemble charac-
terlstic of the modern American in
terror. The collectors here who are
aware of its value are as yet none too
numerous. But at the Metropolitan
and elsewhere the Gothic idea has been
more and moro effectively exploited of
late, and in due time the mednval
movement, if we may so describe it,
will bear important fruits. Every Sc
rious contribution toward its welfare is
to be welcomed, and accordingly the
opening of the Denote gallery is re-
corded with special appreciation.
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07

Here as short story ch Imaginative bite The idea
behind 1t IS spacious and ra Nothing deeper seated IN the
fench peasants noture than hs adestuctibs affection for
me sou me Germans hare rapaged that SOIL they hare mutt
lated and destroyed everything that the countrde r
aote cnd Beautiful They hare mareod aabtats then
hoee o"ed homs uprooted trees and sacagely transformed
Ne cAote race OF nature But The soil itself remoins-n
pefashooie, constant, still hospitabe and fecuad.
NO one has pictured faithftlly than has unur;ca
Lerel the devastation crouqht By the Boches But no one so
suggested more loglatrey than he does this little storufe
hope of rebth of order producreness and beaut Eu IN
the a1 of destruction and death stiy7inos Of ue
tlte neW courage, confidence.
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
He Had Left
His F amily There

You have family down there ?"
"Yes. My father. my mother and
my young sister, who is nearly seven
teen
It was getting daylight. To the cas-,
vague illumination fickered n the
, sky. The country began to disclose it.
self, forlorn, uDroo.ed, gashcd with
deep wounds, obstructed with razed
trees. levelled posts and twisted tanglcs
of barbed wire. There was no sound
pnt the slow reverberation of the regi-
ment on march. The tread of the men
became heavier as TIE road descended
the steep ridge A cloud, borne on the
wind, lost form, became distended,
broke and disappeared.
Where is it-youi farm of Roche
au-Roi, as YOU call it 90 asked Foulard.
"1hey must have destroyed it." Girot
murmured.
The sun appeared
ut is not in hurry TO show itself.
your village" said Fouard banterinylv.
You cannot see it because of the
morning mist.
Where do You see any mist 1t is
as clear as midday
Il thought saw a mist" answered
Girot. passing his hand before his ewes.
Then he stopped talking. Presently
what was once his village came into
ylew-a chaos Of ruins as yet hardly
cold; remnants of streets strageling
out of a ravine. at the bottom of which
the wreckage of house furnishings was
intermngled with the wreckage of the
houses themselves. Of the church there
was left only one wall; and Girot was
hstonished to see. now looking so enor-
nous, on heap of shattered bricks
and plaster, the dial plate of the clock
which formerly, when it was up in the
church tower. looked so small.
Some poor people had gathered to
watch the soldiers
The drums and trumpcts Aared out
the "Sambre-et- -Meuse." After ranks
had been broken and Girot had depos-
tied his bag, his gun and his eating
utensils among the ruins of the barn
where his section was bivouackinc. he
FASTENED away to his home. II, too,
was only heap of rubbish. Not a sim
gle panel of wall left, the paper on
which could evoke a souvenir of the
past; not even the bench. made Of
three stones, on which they used to
SIT IN the evenings; nor the tree, with
forked trunk, in whose shade he had
played as boy.
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
Both Sailed to
Do Their Utmost

"A few days after the receipt of
this letter l had call from Miss NJ
K. Wolfe and a Miss Austin. Miss
Austin told me that she was a gradu-
ate of Johns Hopkins, in Baltimore,
and had had charge of the operating
room for several years Miss Wolfe
told me that she was graduate of the
City Hospital, had complete charge of
the operating room in that Institution
and was most anxious to go to France
to do what she could at the American
Ambulance at Neuilly, as she under
stood they were in great need of
trained nurses. 1t was arranged to
have Miss Wolfe and Miss Austin sail
on the Rochambeau. Miss Beatrice
Page met them, and they entered upon
their duties Immediately.
-Four months after, Miss Irene
landlord, st. Lukcs Hospital grad
uate, who also was anxious to do her
bit for America, Joined the staff OF
the American Hospital at Neuilly. She
did yeoman work in France, and when
the American Women's Hospital was
started in Peignton, England, she left
France and joined her confreres. When
the United States Army took over the
American Ambulance Miss Wolfe and
Mss Page Immediately volunteered
their services to the Red Cross. Miss
Wolfe is now in charge of an old mon
astery at Anglers, WHICH has been
turned into a hospital:
A nurse, one may deduce from some
of Miss Wolfe's letters, must be YER
satile person. Not the least of her
responsibilities is that of entertaining
a hospital full Of sick soldiers on days
that, like Christmas, have a tendency
TO foster nostalgia; or of giving lee
lures to her nurses on the psychologist
cal aspects Of cheering up their pa
tients. She writes of Christmas cele-
brations at her hospital in France:
~ thought I would have a stupid
Christmas this year; instead, passed a
very pleasant one among our sick bows
in the hospital here. They were 80
depressed and homesick! Everything
possible was done to make things
homelike, even to fine turkey dinner,
I was asked to go among the men and
talk to them as one who was seeing
her fourth war Christmas. So, all day |
long found me sitting on some boys
bed talking my head off, and the boys
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07

not an iron railing, nor a cross. nor
d marble headstone. A deep trench
dug through TIE cemetery had dis
united cid friends, faithful couples.
parents AID children. Girot counted
twelve steps toward the middle, where
she family burial plot had been. But
ne found nothing except ploughed up
earlh stTewn with white pebbles.
de began 20 weep. Nothing re
NAMED: neither home nor family-not
even souvenir of what had been his
village. During the three years he
nad been lighting, when heat or cold.
fatigue or hunger was about to over
come him, he regained his courage bv
thinking that some day he should 90
back to this cherished parcel of native
SOIL
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
N. Y. War Nurse
Wins Highest
French Honor
honor Of being the first
American nurse to be decorated

TIME honor Of being the first
American nurse to be decorated
by the President of France. and
the only one who has two such dec
oratlons, belongs to Miss NJ. X. Wolfe.
MISS Wolfe, born and bred in New
YORK and trained in the City Hospital
at kandalls Island, has been in France
almost since the beginning of the war.
1t was through the influence and gem
eroslty of New York manufacturer
that Miss Wolfe and two other Ameri-
can nurses found it possible to 20
abroad. In the words Of the gentle
man himself, it happened this way:
AT the commencement of hostilities
between Germany and France | re-
celved letter from Miss Beatrice
Page, a Canadian and a graduate of
the Kings County Hospital, who had
been a nurse in my family and who
had left New York for Paris some
four years before. She was living in
Paris and nursing for DR.. Mcnnier. at
that time doctor of the American En-
bassy. She was employed by the most
prominent French surgeons, who up to
that time had had only Sisters of
Charity to do their nursing work. She
wrote me that she had given up her
practice and had Immediately gone to
the American hospital at Neuilly the
day it opened and volunteered her SER
vices. She was working tWentv-two
hours day, and sometimes in forty
eight hours. she had not more than
one hours sleep. The wounded were
being brought in in droves, she said.
There were few professional nurses to
help the surgeons in their work, and
efficient American trained nurses were
q absolutely necnssarv
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
American Landscape and
Old Gothic Sculpture
Recent Paintings by Willard Metcof n u
Davis and Others-On Going Abroad ''
and Staying at Home-The
Denote Collection
By Royal Cortissoz

Things that plentiful enough !, tho .o,.
Importance than novelty loan exhh+;o - u "
late Albert Ryder which opened at the WORKS
memorial show museum
the 15th has been extended week remann nave
including the 21st We have anyhino o ~ up 70
York. thac matter anywhere United rrhi..
have never had an artist quite Ryder to s
recall of the men whose works been thus exb;hitd
Wow Homer Sagent-s to recall extraordinarily hr,;an+
figures; but Ryder in the nacnl,
His art is OF Imagination compact The otber n.;t
have cited pelor III world which
Of and strange dominion where beauty revealed to u ~ -
which we alone had the golden key one who cares f
things should fail to this exhibition M A"A'S 1A'e
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
IkHN HAT miserable road"
w grumbled Foulard, straight
q b N, IL


Yet it was beautiful road three
years ago." answered Girot.
hundred metres back, tripping in a
gully filed with stones and mire, they
had stopped to grope about in the dark
for the contents OF their bags. the
straps of which they had broken in
falling, and on the ble-quick had re-
gained their places in the ranks. The
ollnking of the chains on the covers of
their mess platters kept time with their
awkward trot as they clung to the
beaten paths, their feet swollen, their
ankles weary. They resumed their
even march at last in the midst of the
struggling troop, and Girot began to
talk about his village.
Yes broke in Foulard. 81 can see
1t in my minds eye-your village:
splintered stone, charred beams,
smashed slatings-iust like all the
other villages"
Perhaps, all the same, there will be
something Left sighed Grot. at is
a big village and that makes it more
ditilcult to wipe it out altogether. DO
you hear the sound of running water {?
We are not far from the arm of the
river We are going to go down hill
for about a klometre and we shall
leave on our left the farm of Roche
au-Ro. as they call it, At this mo-
ment, If they know we are coming,
my old parents ought to be getting
INPATIENT
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
The Boys Like
A Woman 8 Help
And in another letter

And in another letter:
"The boys are so lonely, and it is hard
TOR them, not speaking the langua ee.
They are delighted beyond measure to
hnd an American woman. The bows
come to me for all sorts of things. I
shop with them, conduct sightseeing
trips, and help them out in MANY wavs
at the station or whenever they need
helping hand. They all know they
are welcome to call on me at anv time.
The 7. NJ. c. A. will provide recrea-
ton hut in the hospital grounds. Miss
rage has asked the Y. NJ. C. A. to open
an American tearoom in Tours. The
place is full of American boys from
the aviation school, and the engineers
camps are clamoring for something
American. | had sixteen boys one
night, not long ago, and they lett SO
happy because they had had the first
real breakfast since leaving home.
lhey gave me their coffee and corned
oeef boiling hot coffee, with pler
ty OF good not milk and sugar. bread
ana butter and hot corned beef hash.
nice and brown. There was not a scran
lett had one infant of sixteen
over day. He was from Brooklyn-
mother and stepfather both German.
put wanted him to come over and do
his bit for America"
Here are some no less interesting
extracts from other letters from Mis-
Wolfe and Miss Page:
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
" France.


November 10, 1917.
The Naval Base Unit No. /, Of
Brooklyn. has been here for month
waiting orders to go to the Verdun
sector. They expect 10 leave NEXT
week. There are number of Jewish
boys with it. All are anxious to learn
some French, and have found teach
ers for a number. The first day took
two to see Monseigneur Paquer to ask
him about teachers. He is a dear old
priest that has travelled everywhere
and taught many we'll known men
French. Among his pupils some TWEEN
Ey years ago was Ambassador Spring
Rice. After talking for time he took
such a fancy 20 the boys he decided he
wanted to teach them himself, for
which | was very glad, and | believe
they are making very good progress.
One is Cornell man. The Pittsburgh
unit is here to stay, Base 27 Yester-
day they received their first patients,
twenty sick boys from ST. Nazaire.
M X WOLFE
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
France.
<0tr tor

I'm trying to start tearoon fo,,
the American boys in Tours. for thai
IS big centre and there are over 5o0
american boys stationed in and around
the city, and the men must not be lei
hang around the streets, for the place
y full of danger for them. The
T. VI. {. A: has promised to furnish the
money and I'm so happy about it.
lhere IS unusual activity here these
Gays on account of rushing men and
suppies to the Italian front. Both
Ihgllsh and French are rushing hclp
there, and this danger vii! be over in
a few days, we hope.
You will be glad to hear have been
decorated by the French government
with c medaillc d'honneur en- emaille
don't feel that I deserve it, but lust
the same I'm very proud to wear it and
snail try to deserve it. 3. PAGE"
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07
His Village
By Maurice Level
Translated by William L. McPhers

Copyright. 1918. BY The Tribune Association
New-York tribune., 1918-04-07

played as a bo
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-01-02
st. Adams German Under Parole.

On the affidavit of four citizens of
St. Adams setting forth that in the
opinion of these men Seigmund Bloch
was deserving of his liberty and that
his being free would not constitute a
menace to the public peace or securi-
ty, Bloch, who was arrested on Nov.
26 on the charge of being an alien
enemy and making threats against
the government, has been admitted to
parole and given his liberty.
The man furnished bonds of $4,000
at a hearing before District Attorney
V. A. Billiard of Burlington. H. w.
Billiard of ST. Adams furnished the
bond. Under the provision Of the pa
role, Bloch must not leave this coun-
try, but report once in ten days to Mr..
Billiard, who was appointed supervis-
or over him, must report once a
month to Deputy Marshal Thomas
Reeves of Burlington and must fur
nish three photographs of himself to
the authorities.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-01-02

charges of uttering fraudulent checks.
ENERGY, believed to be the guilty
party, in Montpelier and George in
Burlington. ENERGY, not yet Fl
years old, pied guilty to forging
check and has been sentenced to
year at hard labor in states prison.
In the fire that practically Destroy
ed the Red 46 store in White River
Junction on the morning of Dec. 26,
approximately $4,000 worth of goods
was lost. A little girl, nine years old,
who lives on the second floor of an
adjoining building, was the first to
notice the flames, and despite the
temperature of six degrees below re
70, and without awakening her par
ents, she ran downstairs barefooted
and up the street to a restaurant to
give the alarm.
That Norwich university can fur
nish poets as we'll as soldiers is now
proved. In the fall list of Sherman,
French & Co., publishers, of Boston,
appears book of verse under the til
tie, ''The Hill Trails" by Arthur
Wallace Peach, professor of English
in Norwich university. The book is a
selection from verse by the author
that has appeared in 25 standard
publications Of the country. Professor
Peach is Vermont product He was
born in Pawlet, received his early
education at Brattleboro, was gradu-
ated from Middlebury college and has
taught at Norwich since the fall of
1913.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-01-02
Red Cross to Help Needy Families

The Vermont Chapter of the Red
Cross, through its chairman of civil
relief, George o. Gridley of Windsor,
is organizing for the work Of home
service. Through it's home service
sections the American Red Cross
aims to extend advice and help when
ever needed by the families, who have
sent men to the front. The expert
ence of Canada and the European
countries has shown the great need of
such work. Emergencies not provid-
ed for under the War Risk Insurance
bill must be met. Some families, on
the other hand, will have more money
than usual and must be protected
against INSCRIPTIONS sales agents.
The children must be kept in school,
their health and that of the mother
must be maintained. The insurance
policy mustn't be allowed to lapse. In
brief, normal family life must be
maintained as far as possible. For
the sake of the future of the nation,
each boy and girl must be made into
a useful and loyal citizen. The home
service, realizing this, is fighting war
in terms of the next generation.
The superintendent of home ser
vice will be prepared to furnish in
formation and aid in the securing of
assignments of pay and separation
allowances and to render any other
proper assistance to the families of
men in federal service.