The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-06-21
CHAPTER |.
From Mutt TO Khaki.

TTOIl WuIIt 10 NUdNls
It was in an office in Jersey City.
1 was sitting at my desk talking to
a lieutenant of the Jersey National
Guard. On the wall was a big war
map decorated with varlously cOlored
little flags showing the position of the
opposing armies on the western front
in France. In front of me on the desk
lay a New York paper with big fiaring
headlines:
LUsITANIA SUNK AMERICAN
LIVES LosTI
The windows were open and feel
ing of spring pervaded the air.
Through the open windows came the
strains Of hurdy-gurdy playing in the
street-"I Didn't Raise My Boy to Be
a Soldier"
"Lusitania Sunk! American Lives
Lostp-"I Didn't Raise My Boy to
Be a Soldier" To us these did not
seem to jibe.
The lieutenant in silence opened one
of the lower drawers of his desk and
took from it an American flag which
he solemnly draped over the war map
on the wall. Then, turning to me with
a grim face, said:
"How about 1t, sergeant? You had
better get out the muster roll of the
Mounted Scouts, as I think they will
be needed in the course of few days.
We busled ourselves till late in the
evening writing out emergency tele-
grams for the men to report when the
call should come from Washington.
Then we went home.
/ crossed over to New York, and as
! went up Fulton street to take the
subway to Brooklyn, the lights in the
tall buildings of New York seemed to
be burning brighter than usual, as If
they, too, had read "Lusitania Sunk
American Lives Lost" They seemed
to be glowing with anger and righteous
indignation, and their rays wigwagged
the message, "Repay"
Months passed, the kilograms lying
handy, but covered with dust. Then,
one momentous morning the lieutenant
with a sigh Of disgust removed the
flag from the war map and returned
to his desk. l Immediately followed
this action by throwing the kilograms
into the wastebasket. Then we looked
Mt each other in silence. He was
Equirming in his chair and I felt de-
pressed and uneasy.
The telephone rang and answered
it. 1t was a business call for me, re-
questing my services for an out-of-
town assignment. Business was not
very good, so this was very welcome
After listening to the proposition
seemed to be Swayed by a peculiarly
strong force within me, and answered
II am sorry that cannot accept your
offer, but 1 am leaving for England
next week." and hung up the receiver
The lieutenant swung around in his
chair, and stared at me in blank aston
ishment. A sinking sensation came
over me, but l defiantIy answered his
look with, "Well, it's so. I'm going
And I went.
The trip across was uneventful.
landed at Tilbury, England, then got
into string Of matchbox cars and
proceeded to London, arriving there
about 10 p. M. took a room in hotel
near st. Pancras station for five and
six--flre extra" The room was minus
the fire, but the extra" seemed to
keep me warm. That night there was
a Zeppelin raid, but l didn't see much
Of it, because the slit In the curtains
was too small and / had no desire to
make 1t larger. Next morning the tel
ephone bell rang, and someone asked
"Are you there?" was, hardly. Any
way, | learned that the Zeps had re-
turned to their fatllerland, so / went
out into the street expecting to see
scenes of awful devastation and cow
cring populace, but everything was
normal. People were calmly proceed
ing to their work. Crossing the
street. accosted Bobbie with:
"Can you direct me to the place Of
damage?"
He asked me, "What damage2"
In surprise, answered. why, the
damage caused by the Zeps."
With wink he replied
"There was no damage; we missed
them again."
After several fruitless inquiries Of
the passersby, decided to so on my
own in search Of ruined buildings ant
scenes Of destruction. boarded bui
which carried me through Tottenhan
Court road. Recruiting posters were
everywhere. The one that impressed
me most was llfe-size picture Of
Lord Kitchener with his finger point
ing directly at me, under the caption
OF "Your King and Country Need YOU
No matter which way ! turned, th'
accusing finger followed me. ] wal