The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1919-04-10
THE T.P.M. SEES
new YANk CLUB
Kenoshan Attends Opening
of Soldiers Club and
Finds 1t More Enjoy
able Than Golf.
CHURCH IS LIKE A CHATEAU
Jewish Welfare Board Serves Some
Chow - Mrs. Mann Pleads For
League Of Nations The T. P. M.
Is Rejuvenated.

The tp.m-meaning 6 the tired pro
fessional man slammed down his
desk top with bang. He had reached
the end of a perfect nightmare Of q
day and he was going out for 3 round OF
golf and dinner at the Elks
Yes, he was not. The t.p.m. 9came
to'' with swear-word. He had prom
Used to "do' the new Army and Navy
Club at 500 o'clock that afternoon
and he was due in exactly five min
utes. There would be neither luckily
perfect puts nor steak camouflaged
with onions for him. He was up against
the prospect Of spending couple OF
hours in church that someone had
had the temerity to think could be
made a man 8 hangout. Accordingly
there may have been another swear
word or so as he slumped out Of the
office and turned doggedly toward Chi
cage street.
He turned in at the Simmons Memoir
ial Church determined to be bored. The
war was over. What was the use of
trying to make dead robin fly, especi-
ally when there were live ones on the
streets and out at the Country Club
Manifestly he was going to have bad,
very bad, evening unless things pick
ed UP rather suddenly and unexpectedly.
They did. For some reason or other
the church WASH It exactly the same
place it used to be when Jimmy
Darnel1 was preaching there. 1t was
more like chateau than church and
in spite of his bad humor he liked it.
It was so spacious, Gothic and every
thing. Soldiers and sailors, laughing
infectiously, we're playing pool or fight
ing the war all over again and Boy
Scouts in olive drab were right on the
job to take his coat and show him
around the Club.
He began to think that maybe after
all it was little early for golf and
that possibly the green's were wet and
heavy anyway.
He was sure Of this after an hour
when he had finished his grand tour of
inspection and was seated in the center
Of chattering group of "jackies. "
They were waiting for "chowo and
with an eagerness that indicated that
the "chow' would be worth waiting
for. They explained to him that it was
served by members Of the Jewish Wei
fare Board who, they insisted, should
be decorated for being the best tsmess
sergeants' this side of the bloomin
Atlantic. =
The t.p.m agreed with them few
minutes later as he took his place In
the mess hall. There were flags and
flowers, narcissi and freesias, every
where. But they were only secondary
attractions for him and for his friends,
the soldiers, sailors and marines. In
and out among them and on all sides
of them were .eats' Of the first wa
ter, four courses Of them with olives
and everything.
Someway or other he forgot about
the Elks' Club and just ate and ate
and ate until COB next to him remind
ed him that there was "gonna be SOM
thin doin' upstairs and they ID
"better be navigatin if they wanted
deck-side seats. -
The tired professional man discover
ed that the COB was exactly right.
There was something doing from the
minute he, stepped into the main
lounge until he left it for home some a
hundred and twenty minutes later
Mrs. Rowena Morse Mann, who had
once preached in that same room, pre-
sented the new gospel Of League of
Nations and plead eloquently, religious
" for it's support by both soldiers and
civilians. Then, too, w. D. Martin
with all the pep and punch of Yank
or poilu welcomed the Sammies to the
new club and promised them entertain.
ment of de luxe sort whenever they
visited it.
Also Miss Dave Clicked the ivories'
while the sailors and even the t.p.m
sang "The Long, Long Trail,' sSTll
We Meet Again. and uThe Rose of
No Man 3 Land.
And almost before he realized it the
t.p.m. was walking briskly toward
home--briskly in spite of the fact that
he was facing the Saturday classic in
the b.t.--that stands for sbath-tub',:
for someway or other the little hour
with the Yanks had given him new
youth for the evening and the morning,
which would be another day