Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-02-17
BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW


She was such a pretty creature
with lovely hair and eyes and a
charming smile-evidently one OF
those ingenious, natural girls that
you like at once-and the soldier
with whom she was dining was
good-looking, we'll set-up lad. And
they seemed to be having such
beautiful time together.
1t was plain that she was the
memory he was going to carry with
him to France. His mind would
turn again and again, to,
You and the fountains splash,
And the song of the trees,
The tilt of your hat and the fiash
OF your lips and the breeze,
Scent of the smoke and sachet-
Were your eyes hazel or blue!-
Under the lanterns a-sway,
Summer and You!
1t was as pretty and romantic a
scene as anyone would want to look
at. and the most stony-hearted
cynic could scarcely have observed
those two, so delighted with each 9TH
er, so happy to be together and not
have involuntarily and sympatheti-
cally smiled and then sighed.
But-there is always but
although l liked and admired that
attractive girl, L wanted to go over
and preach a little sermon to her,
| in spite of my horror of preaching.
, Really, though, she deserved 1T.
There was her soldier, immacu-
late, neat as pin, shining from the
top of his head to the toe OF his
boot. And she-well she was a bit
sloppy. Her hair was lovely in tint,
shone; her white georgette frock was
but it had not been brushed until it
pretty. but it was anything but fresh;
her white shoes were soiled; and
the gloves she threw on the table
beside her would not have been
countenanced in Spotlesstown.
She wasn't keeping up her morale
half as we'll as he was keeping up
his. He looked as if he thought eV-
erything about her was charming,
but he wouldn't always remain blind
to her carelessness, and sooner or
later 1T would irritate and annoy
him. He would notice that her petit
coat dangled half an inch below
her skirt and that her heels were
run over and that she never used
quite enough hairpins to keep her
hair up.
These trifles would get on his
nerves, and he would eXaggerate
them. Her besetting sin-that lack
of daintiness-might very easily be-
come the little rift within the lutte
that by and by would make their
music mute.
My eye was caught by para
graph in a newspaper the other
"a fhaf tho (,nNnrnm II
insisted that the soldiers should be
clean shaven for two reasons. The
first was that clean shave assisted
the gas mask to fit more accurately;
the second, that, it preserved the SOL
dier's morale.
I hastened to ask man if a clean
shave made any difference. to his
feelings and his outlook on life.
81 should say So" he replied.
when l obviously need one 1 feel
like a hobo and l stink around like
criminal. After I've had it L am
again n decent member of society
and can look the whole world in
the eye. No one has ever been able
to explain the peculiar psychological
effect of a clean shave, but every
man knows that it exists. 1t is a
tonic to the spirit and a moral sup
port"
A few moments after this con-
versation 1 met a woman l know.
You're looking very blithe and
happy and good and gay" l said,
THE world is evidently treating you
very nicely"
She laughed. 81 didn't think so
this morning. got up with the
, hiackest kind of blues. couldn't
see a gleam of sunshine anywhere.
So I took my inyariable cure