Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1919-06-25

WHO were chttIeu anu aihsu ny oslNhIioH
Army workers.
THE oiRL AT SKuy1LtY CROSSROADS.
by William Y. Y. Stephens, Co. r. I'M En-
N. sfaeers, Z. S. a.
I stood at Neuviily Crossroads. that wild
September day,
When the transport lines were solid from
Clsremont all the way
| Solid up to the bla1ing-liue, waiting a mo-
ment's chance
| To edge along, to grind along, TO follow the
big advance
| when out of the toll and turmoil there the
word was passed about:
There's something doing down the road
They're passing the doughnuts outi''
| Tho the doughnuts had all departed before
| had found the place,
| The girl with the scarlet band was there, with
smile upon her face.
! She joked with the tired soldiers and their
curses went nnsaid,
| For there wasn't man in the army who
would harm a hair in her head.
/ I don't know where she washed her face or
! brushed her bonnie hair.
( For life was too tuil to wash just then, and we
/ hadn't the time to spare:
! Or where she slept with fearless heart, alone
in the Argonne food,
+ For the only flop was a cold stone floor or a
| pup tent oct in The mud.
Bat she found for herself ruined barn aud
part OF broken stall,
And the roof that filtered the moonbeams in
was never roof at all.
And her soul was steeled by her sovereign
/ faith, till the drone Of the Hun up high
| Was lost IN the pulsing majesty of her hearts
sweet lullaby.
| She didn't have much to give or sell, for the
! transport lines were slow;
| But what did the dirty dough-bo care, If
! she was part Of the shows
| So long as she was in on the job, aud her
figure neat and trim,
Then she was part Of the Argonne drive
and that was enough for him.
/ For she was the symbol Of things he had left,
over across the sea;
And here she stood when the hand Of Death
! was eIasped on his shaking knee.
And for that he loved her with all his heart,
which was all he had TO give,
So he pledged himself TO carry the word, If
his God would let him live.
| And the word Of the one passed along
| over and under the ground.
Till the curious world has asked at last the
source Of the strdent sound
Then the word comes bacK tina. "a girl has
done all that girl can DO"
And as she kept faith in the days Of death,
she expects the same from you!
Dear III. B. Friends:
| A friend of mine in Massachusetts sent
me copy Of the Literary Digest OF June
| I, with the above poem marked. | have
the impression she associated AUNT
| Zaids's molasses doughnuts'' with those
mentioned in the stanzas. Thanks to the
friend who sent them. 1t is not the first
help she has given the column, and she
must count herself mutual.
Whist an early season we are having
this year? The foliage, the blossoms and
the gardens all show it. The fields are
aglow with buttercups, daisies and clover,
and the whole countryside never pre-
sented a prettier sight. / hope all the
mutusls are able to enjoy it.
/ had few minutes chat with Did"
| Jay VI NNo ago. we USED 10 near from
her from all over the country years ago.
Many Of you will remember her letters from
Washington state and. other places.
She has not forgotten the Nj. BIS, and
hopes to attend reunion sometime.
The "sweet graduate" and June
wedding days are here again. The in
diyidusi participants are not the same,
but the sentiment, and the doors opening
into the future, give the same favor and
opportunity TO new aspirants to happiness
and success. We will not forget the
renewal OF old associations and friend
ships which the alumni enjoy on these
anniversary occasions. The coming to-
gether at these gatherings brings back
memories which brighten LIES pathway
and keep the heart younger. These
gatherings are sort of an anchoring-
ground, where for a little while slime
and tide" wait, as it were, for old class
mates to exchange greetings, recall the
past, and forget that time has borne
them along past several such meetings.
In the June american Magazine, Philip
b. Hawk, PHI. D., has given the public an