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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

men and boys in the town came down
between a. m. and to take their turn
at the rope (The women, we decided,
we're making pancakes and coffee to
calm the menfolll down when they came
home.) The postoffice was humming with
excitement.
when do the next papers come in?"
"Do you believe it,"
ooh, God, is it? Sure it is? Not like
the other night?'
Then suddenly the crowd was pushing
and showing toward an old man who
had just had a parcel handed to him
through the window-a German helmet!
cts from Gordon!" he shouted, and
his voice broke and The crowd cheered.
and outside the bell still rang for peace
We heard it at intervals all the next
hour as we tramped away from Kisco
toward the new Croton Reservoir. We
crossed at Pines Bridge and took the
dirt road over Richards Hill toward
Yorktown Heights.
And way back on the hill, after we'd
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

the Muscoot River, riotous procession
Of Fords swept by us-all the family
crowded in, footing and cheering and
waving flags, giving us notice that peace
was still raging.
Ahead was the big dam of the ANA
walk Reservoir. We took the road to
the left, chiefly because it was called
Old Tomahawk Road, and followed it into
MaHOpac 1--WE write this as the natives
pronounce it).
We reckoned we'd come about twenty
miles, and we were glad when they told
us at the grocery store that the place
where the teachers boarded would take
us in.
AS we went on up the road we heard
a merry jingle of bells behind US, and in
a minute a man came numbering up on
the run, two strings of sleigh bells
around his neck, dinner bell in each
hand, bound for the town hall
"Hooray, the wars over" he shouted,
as he tangled past. Have a sleigh ride,
girls"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
A Reservoir Of Health and
Strength as Well as Learning

There are very few days throughout
the year, with the exception Of the real
stormy ones, when the outdoor work is
not possible. The outdoor schoolroom is
shady and cool around the edges even on
the hottest day, and awnings which fit
over the backs of the park benches give
additional comfort. AS for the very cold
weather, the children exercise so much
that they do not feel the cold.
ut is lovely here all the wear around
the leader will tell you, land being out of
doors every day makes child very keen
to observe each change in nature They
love the spring when they can search for
the first green leaf or the first dandelion
and they love the autumn when they can
sing Autumn Leaves Falling right I'm
der the big. trees, but l think they love
the winter best of all, when the snow is
on the ground and during play time they
can build their forts and snow men,
Think what reservoir of health and
strength four years IN the outdoor school
will give to a child. When one realizes
all the advantages of this system of edu-
cation he wonders that every school
teacher in the city does not go and do
likewise. Possibly the extra trouble
which the journey to the park entails
keeps the other schoolmistresscs from
leaving their comfortable steam heated
schoolrooms, and then, again, there are
very few sites in the park so we'll suited
TOR schoolroom purposes as the broad,
nat circle just But | mustn't tell
you where it is because a fairy ring
ISN'T fairy ring unless one accidentally
stumbles upon it quite by ones self.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Mothers Voice
Over the phone

"Do you happen to know anybody in
Fall River?" asked clean-cut young
captain with the gold overseas service
stripe on his arm. | answered in the
negative, and then I asked the reason
for his question. 1t appears that ne had
arrived from the other side that morn
ing en- route for Fall River, his homo
town, on furlough. The first news
paper that he had picked up had re-
corded the number Of deaths from the
influenza in Fall River. He was SUI
fering from shell shock and when he
read this item he crumpled up in a heap
on the sidewalk and had spent the
rest of the day in a hospital Now he
was waiting TO take the midnight train
for home, waiting with fear and trenl-
bling, not daring to think of what he
might find there. He had telegraphed
his family that ne was coming.
Have they a telephone in the house?"
l asked. Wouldn't it be worth the
price of the telephone to set your mind
at rest?"
He thought it would, and set off for
the telephone booth. In few minutes
he was back looking like another man.
Mother answered the phone herself"
he shouted, as soon as he was within
hailing distance. They're all well and
expecting me in the morning. Gee, it's
wonderful. Say, did you ever hear your
mothers voice over phone when you'd
been away for a year, and you'd come
home and pictured her dead with the in
1uenza? OH, BOY!" Eff.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Going Over the
Top of the World

And the next day was our last, and
we felt SO fine as we swung down the
east branch of the Croton River toward
Brewster that we took all the hills on
high and chose spot on the top of
the world for our lunch-coffee. fried
apples, bacon and bread fried in the
bacon fat. Yum-yum Below US lay
twenty miles of generous valley. Down
there we had sampled apples OF hun
dred trees. Down there hundred dogs,
had run out to bark at US. Down there
a hundred friendly farmers had hailed
US i'll friendly greeting.
We left it all behind and went on over
the hill and down between Bog Brook
Reservoir and East Branch Reservoir.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
When Play and
Work Are One

Then preparations for the journey to
the park begin. A child's express wagon
of generous proportions is packed with
the materials necessary for the days
work, with little pile of denim covered
straw cushions at one end. Betty, the
baby of the school, just three years old,
whose little legs might tire in the long
walk to the park, is lifted on to this
throne. Four of the largest children are
chosen as wagon bearers, two at the han
die and two to lift the hind wheels up
and down the curbstones, the other chill
dren choose their partners and the little
cavalcade is off. They walk quite quietly
and sedately until they reach the park,
but once within its boundaries they burst
into song, sometimes in French and sSme-
times in English. Arrived at the great
outdoor schoolroom, which, by the way,
the City Fathers donate for this purpose,
the express wagon Is unpacked, the read
ing chart set up against the trunk of a
tree, bits Of chalk given to the older chill
dren, the games and other occupations
the real school session begins
The columns of figures and the neat
writing on the pavement attest the fact
that two of the three RS are not neglect
ed in the education of the older pupils.
and the little group around the reading
chart as we'll as those curled up on the
benches with the open primer in their
hands proves that the third is not
omitted.
The entire school comes together at
play time and joins in the games and
songs. At 1890 o'clock the express
wagon is repacked, the wagon bearers
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

fact that robe de mutt deliberately
trimmed with handmade crochet and
huge bows of wiry pink ribbon was
distinctly out of place on the informa-
ton booth of railroad station. His
careful search was of no avail. I pro-
cured a timetable and read the long list
Of towns in the State Of Connecticut,
but all in vain. There was nothing remi-
niscent in the sound of any one of them,
so he carefully repacked his suitcase
heaved a mournful sign, and tucking his
brides hand under his arm started off
toward the train for New Rochelle.
Bum sports, those Swedes," COM
mented sailor who had witnessed the
incident. He might at least have
waited over a train and given her ride
on bus" And quite agreed with him.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

VT IN all this big city there is more
interesting place in which to spend
an evening than the War Camp
Community information booth at the
Grand Central Station, have yet to
find it,
All sorts and conditions of people
civilians as well as men and women con-
nected with the service-bring their
problems to the window, over which
hangs the red, white and blue emblem of
the War Camp Community Service.
"Let US tell you where to eat and
Sleep" is the legend on the sign, but,
bless you, eating and sleeping are the
very least of the troubles which are dis
cussed across that narrow counter. Let
me give you little chapter out of the
experience of just one evening in that
little booth in the corner Of the great
white lobby.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Courtesies of
the Open Road

In the meantime, while we were mar
Yelling at the wild water, automobiles
were marvelling at the wild women who
stalked along their highway in knicker-
bockers. You can tell a lot about the
character of person who flashes past
at forty miles an hour. There is no
time to compose the features. They reg
lister the first spontaneous reaction to
something new, and give you in one
awful moment of intimacy the key to
personality. Some shake their fist, some
glare, some bride, some simply stare,
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Written by Polly and Drawn by Lou

left the Croton basin behind US and
could look across the Muscoot Valley to
the dim mountains along the Hudson,
we came to Ida Mosemans farm, and
Ida Moseman herself laying the founda-
ton of buckwheat cakes. She was out
by the barn, a SLOUGH hat on her head,
mans coat on her back, and, badge OF
her loyalty to womankind, a bingham
apron over all! She was adjusting the
belt on the thrashing machine. AS we
came up she gave it a final yank, the
thrasher started his engine, and Ida
Moseman began feeding in the buck
wheat, deft and swift and silent.
Presently, as we wound down along
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which were so nearly empty that we de-
clded that that was where Greenwich
Village got its drinking water.
We came, at dusk, to the outskirts Of
Brewster And there the last dog
yapped after Us, and the boy, his mas
ter, called him and said, "Heyl Shut
up Those kids has got guns!"
And then after all he wondered if it
was guns we had, or knapsacks, and he
called out, Hey! What kids are you?''
And so we SAID land Dragged btu,
We aren't kids. We're girls We've
walked almost hundred miles,"
There was a moment of silence as we
logged on down the road. Then. Hey.
Sam, come here Lookl They're girls.
They've walked almost hundred milesl"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

young man and woman apparently
from the Scandinavian peninsula had
walked aimlessly and despondently up
and down before the booth several times,
casting bashful glances in my direction
as if they would speak if they dared.
"Can / do anything for you?" | in
quired. care you strangers in the cty?'
Lost: One
Honeymoon
The young man came to the window
and explained his predicament in broken
English. He and his companion had
been married that afternoon in New
Rochelle, and friends in Connecticut had
invited them to spend their honeymoon
with them. AS he feared that he could
not remember the name of the town
where they lived they had written it on
piece of paper and he had put it in his
waistcoat pocket. After the wedding he
and his bride started on their honey
moon, but when he got to the ticket win
dow, low and behold, the precious paper
had disappeared! Neither of them
could remember the English name, and
they were in quandary as to what to do
| suggested that they search their lug
gage, and he placed the new near-leather
suitcase on the counter, opened it and
carefully deposited each article on the
shelf, apparently quite oblivious of the
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

saw the prize quilt hanging on the line,
each square work of art in patches
a knight on horseback, lion and his
prey, basket OF fruit, nosegay over.
which strange birds fluttered-and each
square bore the name of the artist who
made it, written in delicate old-fash-
Toned script with pale indehbe ink
And all day long never an auto passed
us, never team-only toward evening
boy driving home the COWS.
Through those close-lipped, defiant
hills the west branch of the Croton
River runs. We followed it to Patter-
son. But at Patterson there was no
place to spend the night, SO we stearei
by the north star to Pawling, and there
found supper and bed.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

and some cas- stranger give it well
come" and toot their horns in salute.
But our lazy philosophizing was in
terrupted by the apple market at the
crossroads, where Armonk Road turns off
OF King Street-barrels and barrels of
apples, russell and red, from the farm
on the hill, and the whole family out to
capture the tourist trade.
will you sell us few to put in our
pockets?" we said timidly, for obviously
they dealt in bushels
No! Help yourselves" shouted Pop
as he staggered toward waiting auto.
Take all you can carry. That barrel
Ia the centre is good"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

A s PROHIBITION descends upon
~ us and please pass the water"
promises to take on the prestige
of national slogan, careful inspec-
ton of the Croton reservoirs becomes
the duty of every serious minded citizen.
At any rate we decided to take look at
them, up and down. Besides, the war
was over and we wanted to get the smell
Of gunpowder out Of our nostrils. So
on Sunday morning, in stout shoes and
Knockers, we turned north out of White
Plains and headed up into the wind that
came piping down the Croton valleys.
Where Broadway debouches on Ken
slco Reservoir we had our first surprise.
Goodness" said we, as we looked
across the vide expanse of whitecaps,
think of drinking all that water"
And as we pounded along the hard
road on the edge of the lake we mar
yelled that water SO wild in Kensico
should be SO tame on West Eleventh
Street.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

(You see he knew we were girls, be-
cause we craveniy put on skirts when
we came to a village; that is, until one
day when we asked farmer boy to
drive US through the main street SO we
wouldn't have to bother to change. He
looked at US carelessly and said, Jaw,
we've had lots Of farmerettes in this
town" So after all we were behind the
times, and didn't know (which often
happensN
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

greedy" she said, "but, you see, it's
three years since we've seen drop of
cream in Bournemouth, where I live, and
l have done nothing but devour cream
all day. had it in my coffee this morn
ing, in my tea this afternoon; had ice
cream at the chemists and porridge and
cream for my supper. The day has been
like Sunday school treat to me"
And we fancy that we have been put
On WA, a.ationsl
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Three Years
Without Cream

A Canadian lieutenant asked if he
might leave his wife in my care while
he went to look for his luggage. She
was an English girl, in New York for
the first time, and asked what had i'm
pressed her the most, expecting, Of
course, that she would say the high
buildings. Not a bit of it., She hest
tated for a minute, and then she said:
"The cream"
you'll probably think me terribly
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Thrift
Triumphant

Next morning, While we had our shoes
patched up, we learned from the cobbler
that Lake Mahopac by rights doesn't
belong to the Croton system. There's
one lake left where you can still go
swimming. But the city has the right
to draw off two feet of water every year
after the season"
Just beyond Lake Mahopac we passed
the West Branch Reservoir, beautiful
and mysterious, winding out of sight be-
tween high wooded hills and all but alb
sorbing Lake Glenida, by which lies the
lovely little village of Carmel, with its
rim Of green lawn and willows.
We took Fair Street cut of Carmel
and then lost ourselves in the stonest
hills man ever tried to cultivate But
back in those steep valleys thrift was
sternly triumphant. There we saw the
pure white turkey against an olive pump
proudly display his spread of feathers
on wing and back and tail There we
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Outdoor School

wloe space sure enough was the ring Of
fairies with hands Joined, all singing TO
the clear black silhouettes Of themselves
which the bright December sun cast on
the stone pavement.
The fairy godmother, sweet faced
Southern woman, came forward and well
coined me to the magic circle.
You seem surprised to find us here"
she said. 1--WE come here every day for
our work and play. These are nv
pupils"
Chalking the Pavements
Is Joyous Duty
And then / noticed that the concrete
pavement was covered with columns of
figures, with short sentences in neat YER
tical handwriting and with crude draw
ings OF all sorts Of things, all done In
chalk
can Outdoor SCHOOL," exclaimed, "I
never heard Of such thing! The chill
dren look so strong and rosy that it Is
difficult to imagine that they could ever
have been otherwise"
"They never haze been," said the Fairy
Godmother. "Please don't get the idea
that this school is for delicate or eickly
children--far from It'll We have only
one child who isn't absolutely normal
and that is the little boy in the brown
coat. He is suffering from having had
his bsAy arms placed in stiff cardboard
cases and his little fingers put in alumni
mum balls to cure him of the dreadful
habit of sucking his thumbs When he
first came to us he couldn't move his
arms or pick up anything with his poor,
weak little fingers"
BY this time | was quite under the
magic spell and quite oblivious of the
appointment waiting for me on the other
side of the park; nothing in the world
seemed so interesting for the moment as
this novel outdoor school,
This particular school has been car
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
in Central Park

take their places again and the process
sion moves homeward.
On the sidewalk in front of the school
group of mothers and fathers and
nursemaids are waiting to take the chill
dren home and ring is formed right
there on Madison Avenue for the goodby
song.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

ing in the big sunny room in Madison
Avenue which is the home proper Of the
school and In which It's sessions are held
when it is too stormy to go to the park.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

The usual morning songs and exercises
are gone through with, and then there is
a short language lesson by a French
woman who talks with the children and
translates their songs into French.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
BY ELENE FOSTER

dren have nothing but the highest praise
for the results accomplished.
The pupils, whose ages range from
three to seven years, assemble each morn
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

ried on successfully for number Of
years, and has the hearty cooperation
and approval Of some Of our foremost
educators, while the parents Of the chill
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08

"Here, these are good, too," advised
Sonny. "Try some of these"
BY this we knew that the city was far
behind us.
So we kept along King Street till we
came to dirt road struggling off to the
right And this was Whippoorwill Road
the signpost told us. Promptly we fol-
lowed it up the hill, scuffing through the
leaves, glad to have springing clay under
our feet instead of unyielding asphalt
Pretty soon road turned off to the
north, lonely road between tumbled
walls crowned with bittersweet, and
this took us over the watershed-Ken-
sico and its streams behind US, Croton
and it's feeders ahead.
1t was toward the end Of the afternoon
when we came down into Wild Cat Road
and crossed the little Kisco River in a
narrow valley under wooded hill. And
then the dark came down and the stars
came out and we saw a crescent of
lights ahead, which was Kisco under it's
conical mountain. And here we chose
our hotel and put up for the night
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-08
Peace Bells and German
Helmets By the Way

The fifteen miles from White Plains
to Mount Kisco was an easy lap, but we
were new to the road. We slept like
troopers from to Tor it would have
been 7, except that the next morning
peace broke out and they began ringing
the fire bell in the cold gray dawn.
The fire bell in Mount Kisco hangs in
big elm tree by the station and all the
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on war ratiOns
Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-04-15
JOURNAL
The Peoples Paper

The MartAsnurg Evening Journal
Is entered at the rostoffice in Mar
tinsburg, w. Va, as second class mail
matter.
Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-04-15
AUT0-TRUCK VICTIM
HAD A SISTER HERE
Mrs. Margaret Shoup'S Broth
er, Elmer Frazier, Killed.

Mrs. Margaret Shoup, of West
King street, was called to Hagers-
town by the death and funeEal OF
her brother, the late Elmer Frazier
whose tragic death in the Hagers
town hospital was briefly mentioned
Saturday in the Journal. The funer.
al took place Sunday afternoon, Rev
Al. B. Miller officiating, and the in
terment was made in Rose Hill Gem
etery, that city. Young Frazier who
was but 25. died as the result of an
auto-truck accident near Halfway
when his machine became unmanage'
able ran along the trolley track and
hit the ties. He was thrown out and
HIS skull Fractured. Mr. Frazier
drove truck for w Harry Angle
He is survived by his widow, one
child, father, Albert Frazier, and a
brother Clarence, OF Edgemont, and
sisters, Mrs. Nora Shuman, Cham
bersburg; Mrs. Marie Conrad, Wayn
esboro; Mrs. Maggie Shoup Martins
burg; Mrs Catherine Mongus, and
Mrs. Luther Walker, both of Ohio
and Mrs Hamilton Barnhart, and
Mrs J. G. Kay, both Of Hagerstown,
Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-04-15
MANY CANDIDATES
FOR POSTAL JOBS

Eight candidates for the rural
carrier examination and five for the
railway mail clerk examination ap-
peared Saturday before sthe local
Civil Service Examining board. A
rural carrier is needed out of Bunk
er Hill and five of the applicants
were from that section. The depart
ment also needs number Of rail-.
way mail clerks in West Virginia.
Another midshipmans examination
is to ne held here April is, IL and 49,.
BUY LIBERTY BoNps-
Why not take care OF the boys in
the camps. We have Sammy Kits,
Trench Mirrors, Fountain Pens, Wrist
Watches, Gillette Razors, Folding
Shaving Brushes, and cases fer lden-
LITIGATION Tags. ss ~.
4 2 If w. L JONES & SON. 4
Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-04-15
He CURED
CHRONIC COLD
WITH VINOl
Bagley'S Letter Printed
Here As Proof.

Dunn. Y. CT suffered With a
chronic for four months, cough
ed day and night. Had TO keep or
working who 7 was nos able TO-
saw Vinol advert ed and tried it, and
want to tcl you just cured that
cold in a short time ~ FEY
Dunn, N. C.
That's because @ a constitu
tfonal cod liver and IRON remedy
which aids digestion, enricltes the
blood and creates strength Their
chronic coughs and colds naturally
disappear. Your money will be re
turned if it does not help you. M
A. Snodgrass, druggist, and at the
best drug store in every town and
city in the country. Il