The Marietta journal. (Marietta, Ga.) 1918-1944, 1920-07-09

child was often seen conversing with
a private who had languished overlone
in the guardhouse. The colonel went
his way, serene and unruffled. After
all, what is one adoring feminine vo,c.
In the life Of a colonel?
American Town Major.
Life on the main street was always
full of interest. There was, for In.
stance, the daily parade of the burgo-
master and the American town major.
Here was one member Of the army OF
occupation who had every right In the
world to have his disposition perma.
nently soured with the assurance that
no other wearer of the American uni.
form could honestly put the familiar
question, "How do you get that wSy?'
He was responsible for the good be
havior of Germans and Americans
allke-the restriction of liquor sales
to the men (Which meant that
schnapps was verboten) the closing of
the Gasthoffe at an early hour and the
enforcement of the rule against fra
ternizing Tin public). He administered
the system of fines for dirty streets
and yards. 1t was hard life, but who
can say that he was not we'll repaid
by the sight of the local bankers wife
painstakingly brushing away the
street refuse from before her house
each day at the end of a stormy siege
of weepings, proteStations and small
fines? / was never privileged to &C.
company the little gray burgomeister
and the lanky young town major, cit
izen from Alabama, on their daily tour
of inspection.
This village Of approximately 1000
souls had lost something over so of its
men in the war, yet what resentment
there might have been against the
Yankee conQueror was too we'll con-
cealed to command respect.
Soldiers Become Socialists.
All the soldiers who really got tothe
front came home Socialists. "Our
girls are crazy. They believe the
Americans will marry us. That is not
so. is it? In Germany everyone laughed
during the war when they heard how
many little German babies were born
in France. Perhaps there will be lit
tie American babies in this town." /
fastened to protest that she had an
entirely wrong idea of the American
soldier. She shrugged her shoulders
with cynical laugh. "Who knows,
frauleinchen? 1t, is too soon to tell"
Not far up the road was the main,
spring of the village, good-sized pot
terry works presided over by three pros
porous. rotund and well-groomed broth
ers in the neighborhood of so. Chill
dren worked in their factory, not
many, it is true, but enough to BAN
ish preconceived notions of Germany's
elaborate care for her common people.
In this pottery works were designed
and manufactured hundreds of souve-
mir plates for the American and finally
also for the British army The plates
were circled with a gold laurel wreath
and in the center appeared in formal
design the individual purchasers
name, his regiment, division emblem
and the insignia of the army of occu-
patton, the date of the divisions en-
try into the war, it's victorious en-
gagements and November II, 1913.
The tale of Germany's humiliation was
thusavoluntarily served out to her enc
mics with no thought, apparently, be-
yond the harvest of marks reaped
Visitors were always cordially well
coined to the warehouse where long
lofts were lined with shelves full of
stems and simple potteries. 'These,"
theherr smilingly explained in French
Twill 20 to America when the peace
treaty is signed. We sell great deal
of our goods in America
Spring has come round again. II
smiles upon a distraught Germany
Perhaps the fears of the burgomeister
were well grounded when he groaned
over the bolshevstic mutterings of his
people and prayed that the American
soldiers might never be called away.
The town crier, red of nose and
warped as to teeth, still rings his bell.
perhaps to announce nothing more Sc
rious than that Children have been
throwing stones at the horses of Amer
lean officers. This must be stopped at
once or the parents will be severely
punished. BY order of the burgomeis.
ter"