The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1918-10-29

sion, so that we shall be able to be-
gin our work where we left OFF with
out having to consume time by re-
viewing in the classes May the par
ents, pupils and teachers so work to-.
gether that-we shall be able to make
| this a good session Notwithstanding
our recent interruption.
O. B. Cannon,
Superintendent.
the valleys, the COWS, the homes about
| the roads, and the flowers. For a
sight seeing trip I'll take you on the
! ration dump journey and fine view
Of ruralfFrance will be offered, a
view of the France where your boy
now lives. Good night.
Hal.
| Morning comes and che day is dark,
rain is falling and its hard to get up
such mornings. Reyeille in the rain
"a few minutes and breakfast is ready,
then a little leisure time for cleaning
lup and then drill period, after that the
various duties before dinner, perhaps
a little spare time in which to write.
I As / look out of my front window ]
see long line of ambuiances, lined
I up, waiting to be called. The British
Red Cross of r. A. M. C. have also.
just recently moved into this village
tand the two of US are just about as
many soldiers as can be cared for at
one time.
/ Just at my window sill there is q
beautiful red dahlia turned as if to
peep into my room The color is a
rich, deep red, my red 1 send few
petals to show the fine size of this
flower. The stalk is not loaded with
flowers, but 1 can count fine ones
and many buds.
Inside the narrow front garden
/! there's row. of pansy plants, small
but wonderful bloomer. A few of the
flowers for you.
Again we are in the land where
geranium,s smile out from behind
French windows. Some of them must
be the strong, large Rose geraniums
which I have heard mama talk about
Surely cheer must come from pot
of these fine flowers. They cheer me,
I'm sure Of that.
And many gardens have clumps Of
dahlias. Some are the large kind.
with blooms which rival those at my
window, while others are many col
ored, some light cream, few are
dashed with markings of some other
color, but all so beautiful.
The roads wind between hills down
into the valleys. often to the top OF
the hill. Views from either places are
enough to make, one be glad that they
are here, glad to be crusader for the
people of this fair land.
Many dark red cows dot the fields,
browsing in the deep fields of clover
or peacefully eating the rich, green
grass which grows on all uncultivated
land. Every home seems to keep cows
I often count those on one field and
II is no unusual number. And every
where peaceful, plump, red cows are
adding color to the picture which ma
ture has made.
Looking far away from off the hill
one sees endless fields. Some green
with clover, with meadow grass,
others hold row after row of their
golden grain, stacked in long, even
rows or made into huge stacks, by the
roadside. AS far as eye can see these
checker-board fields stretch, stopping
every now and then to allow hedge
or fringe of trees to grow, but on and
on they stretch, melting, blending III
the distance. with the billows made by
the clouds.
Look another way and down in the
valley a village nestles close among
great trees. Red tile, green trees and
the church spire rising above the city
tells the stranger that this is France
I will write no more this morning.
as I have work to do and I wish y
mail this today. so good bye and the
love Of
Your Hal.