New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-02-09

the returning hero in the third act of a
mclodrama, slowly descended the plank.
That's the Way to
Treat Lady
1t was ''now or never" with me, and |
clutched my passes and boldly ap-
preached the guard He read my Gre
dentials, looked puzzled and passed them
over to his companion, who likewise ex-
amined the papers. Then he looked sor-
rowfully at me and said: "Our orders
were to admit no newspaper men"----
"Ah, yes, but nothing was said about
newspaper Women," / interrupted, and
before could continue cry arose from
the men on the deck who had been wit
nesses of the scene, "Let the little lady
come aboardv' "Let the little lady come
aboard" and that settled it. The sentry
stood aside and / started up the steep
incline. '"That's the way to treat
lady" "Three cheers for the first skirt
to come aboard" and "Bon soir, madame,
CONNIE 81, CONNIE ca" we're few Of the
greetings that fell upon my ears, and
then big bass voice put leading ques-
ton which l couldn't help but answer:
"Who are you, LADY," he called.
Mrs. Polonia," was my reply, and I
heard peals of laughter as I ducked my
head into the opening on the lower deck
They crowded around me and insisted
on shaking hands, and, though their re-
marks might have seemed trife per-
sonal under ordinary circumstances they
were such fine, big, wholesome boys that
one accepted it all in the spirit in which
it was meant, and thanked Heaven for
the privilege of being there.
"Take good long look at her, fellers,"
said one; "ain't it sight for sore eyes
to see real Yankee girl again."
'Now I begin to believe that we're
really home" said another "Tell us
you're glad to see US"
''Tell us who you really are, honest
now, as man to man," begged another.
~ bring you greetings from the best
newspaper in the world" replied.
"Not THE Jour-" began one boy,
but his mouth was covered by the
brawny hand of comrade before he had
finished the word. Don't insult the
lady" he said; then, turning to me, he
added: eve chucked those papers over
board when they were handed to us to-
day. What's your paper?"
I told him. "Hurray!' said he, 'now
We'll get the truth-first and last! Go
on, spill the newsw
IL
asked, and the answer came in unison,
like a thunderclap:
Has the country gone dry YETI"
This was followed by an avalanche of
other queries: as President Wilson
home YETI" "Is the flu still raging?"
'Have they finished the new subway?"
care the mails coming in regular?" care
the fel)ers being mustered out?" ''When
do we get our pay?" who's Governor
of Kentucky?" etc.
I wanted to see the nurses, twenty of
whom I had been told were on board,
and boy, with his right arm in sling,
offered to pilot me to their quarters
The Big Guy With the
Croix de Guerre
You're funny kind of newspaper
woman" he said, as we threaded our
way through the multitudes on the low
er deck "You haven't even asked to
see the Teller that won the Croix de
Guerre"
"You mean the fellow that's vea1an,g
it," l said. you've all won it, every
last one of you, if all we hear at home
is true"
"Just for that pretty speech TIL in
troduce him to YOU He's the big guy
leaning against the post He's regular
| Teller he is. don't want ia toll. about