The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1919-01-16
Society and Club Life
"Grace-Notes''
War-Extras from Miss Grace Gas
settles Lecture of Tuesday
Afternoon.
An Archbishop and ar Ambulance.

An Archbishop and ar Ambulance.
"It was at Mons. The wounded--a
hundred and fifty or more-werc lying
in hideous heaps with only an aged
archbishop and two poilus. to carry
them from the field and treat their
injuries.
"And then the Americans came in
a funny little ambulance made from
Ford packing cases. .
E'Their entrance was not spectacu-
lar but it became impressive. The arch
bishop had fallen asleep bu4 was wax
ened by the sound of their motor. In
tuitively he realized the significance of
it all and acted accordingly.
I'm his pontifical robes he gave the
tmedics' and their 'buzz-wagon' the
sacred blessing Of the Church.
cit gave them new courage and
sanctifed their mission. 10 be sure,
it was only an archbishop and an am
bulance but it marked the begin
ming of magic and near-mil aculous
institution-the American Ambulance
Corps iii France y
'Kultur.''
FDon't minimize the atrocities Of
the Huns. 1t can t be done. What
ever you read multiplied by ten will
not approximate the truth.
1T was the custom of members of
the medical corps to go out into No
Mans Land and treat the wounded
without regard for their nationality.
Germans received attention as well as
Frenchmen and in many instances it
was treatment from the best Of French
surgeons. / had two friends among
the latter class. Each Of them suf-
fered the same fate. One night after
they had bound up the wounds of Ger
man soldiers out there, the ingrates
restored to life by their skill-raised
themselves on their elbows and de-
hberately shot their saviors.
II treated their wounds and so
speak as one who knows the truth.
Don't talk to- me about a league
of nations after that. It will be all
right when justice has been establish
ed but it should not be considered un-
til the Hun has forgotten his barbar-
ism and returned to civilization
The Hazard Of 1t.
'tThe night before the last Hun
drive began / was visiting the front.
An officer, wishing to be as gracious as
possible, suggested that I look over the
parapet and see the Germans who were
only three miles away.
"No,' | said, to his disappointment,
"their observers will see my white
cap and you'll pay the penalty when
a We gone.
"And I didn't. My nurses cap
never became target for old Fritz
but my prophecy came true. The Hun
hadn It seen that but he had seen some
thing else-the CLEAN of bayonet or
the glitter of a helmet; for just
ten minutes later my friend, the
gracious officer, was killed by
German shell.
III S GndJ p6rllOuS OUT Ln0T6.
The Stuff Heroes Are Made Of.
cit didn't take much to make a hero
in the worldwar. An opportunity and
a little ingenuity very frequently
turned the trick.
s'Takefor instance-the man who
stopped the last big push. He was
just private in the French army and
"a non-descript one at that He had
been captured in earlier fighting and
was prisoner at Noyon when the
Huns were planning the drive.
zone night his camp was lombard
ed. The sentry ca post became fright
ened and fed, leaving him without
a guard.
Half-confused, himself, he wander
ed over to headquarters. Apparently
the high command had shown the white
feather, too. Everywhere there were
signs Of precipitate fight. On the
table was a sheaf of papers. He gath
cred them up, jammed them down in
to his pocket, and made his escape to
the British lines.
CARVED here he delivered the doc
uments to staff officials. They proved
to be complete plans for the German
victory drive. With them as reference
points the Allies blocked the Germans
at every turn and finally routed them
at the Marine.
"The private-well he's wearing
the Medal Militaire and attending
fetes in Paris. -