Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-04-29

| eTCe InlS afternoon IN discovering
that the two men who bunk right
beside me in this room are both
Princeton men, one in Coyle Ken
nedy's class and one in 1919. The
latter is son of DR.. Finney, of Bal
timore, and we discovered many mu-
tual aequaintances in New Haven
and New York. His brother was in
that wonderful houseparty that
--- --- gave few years ago
and he himself knows most of the
people who were of the party. / ex-
pect tossee quite bit of him. Had
fine walk all over the place this
afternoon with Allen. We trailed out
of town and were coming back when
some little French children ran up
and gave us a handful of flowers.
They seem to enjoy seeing Ameri-
cans in town though it can't be much
of a novelty now. Also, most won
derful of all, on the way. back we
| CHANGED to find a little. store, very
| attractive looking, which announced
they were selling chocolate ice
cream. Well, you should have seen
the bee line we made for the door
of that place where we Tapped up
two plates of really very good ice
cream. the first / have had since /
left America. We carefully noted
the name of the place and intend to
return at the very first chance.
There is also little tea room quite
near the school, where one can get
tea or chocolate and toast Very
fine-what? oh, am all for this!
Couldn't have struck it better.
THE other night on my way to
Paris a family of refugees from the
troubled district got on the train
and by some rotten luck into my
compartment. There was an old
man, an old woman, a middle-aged
woman, one cat, one dog and prob
ably the entire household of furni-
ture from the amount of luggage
which they brought into the train.
l felt awfully sorry for them, of
course, BUT the dog crawled around
over my feet most of the night, the
cat yowled and tried to get, out of
it's basket, the old man snored in a
manner calculated q to make even
jealous, the old woman aided
and aIbetted by the middle-aged
woman drank Pinard and cackled of
everything under the sun. Both of
them were rather hysterical and
made an awful racket. So you can
see with half a granulated eyelid !
didn't spend the worlds most pleas
ant night on that train.
Substituting For a Major
I'VE had to go through a. station
which had undergone a severe bomb
ing the night before. so my peace of
mind was not markedly improved.
However, we finally reached Paris
and | was lucky enough to get a ride
up to the University Union in one
of the staff cars which had come
down to meet major; said major
not putting in an appearance. | sub
stituted. All this at 4.30 in the cold
gray dawn, clinging with a dying
mans grasp to my luggage.
Il managed to get room at the
Union and after a bath and shave
felt better. Went into the Yale part
of it about o'clock and ran into
Clarence Mendell, who was my Latin
instructor in Freshman year. We
sat before hi a-e in an awfully
snug little rom and drank coffee
and ate graham waters while ex-
changing experiences. Later we took
a walk and ended up at a little place
for lunch.
A Bit Scared
I'm the afternoon wandered
about on my own for a while, visit
ing the Invalides in the course of
my travels. 1t was while there that
the long-range gun of the Boche got
into action on the church which was
holding its Good Friday services.
You have doubtless read about it in
the papers by this time so / shan't
be botherinG you with the details,
but suffice TO say, l was a bit scared.
The explosion was terrific and
sounded as though it might be right
on the next block. l looked at my
watch and waited for the next one
to come along. The French didn't
seem very excited over it so /
thought there was no reason to be
worried-it might hit most any
where for that matter and there was
no use to beat it off somewhere else.
Also, I was rather interested in the
collection which included two of the
Gothas brought down in a recent
raid.
Was sorry to have been out last
evening when Commissioner John
Price Jackson called to see me-"
Sergeant Stackpole, in another let
ter, says of a Dauphin aviator: i've
been reading Walter Skaters stuff
in the Telegraph with great deal
of interest. He writes awfully well,
| think, and ought to have been a
Journalist" ~
RUSSIANS CTITT, EIGHTVNE