New Britain herald., 1924-04-19

General Clarence R. Edwards in Hart
 ford a year ago for his part in the famous conflict in April, 1918, Witf
 the picked "sturmtruppen' of tho r German army. descended upon the
 few hundreds of Connecticut soldiers
 in Seicheprey to test out the mettle
 of the Yankees. Thompson, a first 7 sergeant of D company of the 102d l infantry, was located in a 'dugout
 with his men, guarding the advance } lines. The Germans sneaked up 5 through the village and a carefully
 thrown hand grenade killed and l. buried practically all of the men with
 Thompson. He was wounded griev- , ously and buried in the debris of his : dugout. Working feyerishly, he
 struggled out in time to dispatch sev-
 eral of the gray clad troops as they
 wandered through Seicheprey mop
 ping up" stray Americans. Thomp-
 sons bravery at that battle won him
 his citation and upon his return to
 this country a few months later as an
 instructor of National Army men, he
 was publicly commended by Ameri-
 can army officials In a speech de-
 lipered in Hartford, General Edwards
 drew attention to the part played by
 the Bristol man, as testifying to the spirit of the Connecticut National
 Guard troops in helping 10 break the
 morale of the enemy.
 It's a gloomy day and it's trying to
 rain and not succeeding very well, the nearest thing to rain being sort of
 damp spray that just soaks you through and through. You've been
 out bit late the night before and
 you don't feel like sitting at a desk and hammering a typewriter. You're tired and grouchy and you don't care what happens to who. The office is hot and stuffy and you wish you were out in the fresh air where men are men, etc.
 The view from the office window reveals a line of damp looking build ings and a few disgusted and rain soaked pedestrians walking along the street slowly. and you wonder if they also have been out late the night be- fore and are feeling tired and grouchy.
  now and then a car goes by, the tires making singing noise on the pave mcnt. The noise grates on your nerves. All you want is sleep.
 You turn away from the window 1 at the invitation of the boss and again i sit down at the typewriter next to tho l peslSy old radiator which is still do- ing duty in spite Of the fact that April | is half gone. You sit at the desk and look around with a half glassy stare, not caring anything about what's going on.
 You think Of the futility of if all and wonder when you're going to be able to get a nice nap. A nap would feel so good just now. You could go to sleep anywhere. Then you think Of the party last night and how yos were enjoying yourself. And you try to figure up how much you spent and can't account for dollar. No twist of mind will bring the whereabouts of that missing dollar to you. And you finally give up in disgust,
 Tho clock is moving slowly and several times you wonder whether or not it has stopped.
 And you lean over the typewriter and make believe you are working, And the boss yclls for more copy. And the boys in the office say that it is all ip. You sit and try to assume a thoughtful expression. but you feel that you're not fooling anyone.
 Why docs that rumbling keep on? It's giving you an awful pain in your head. And suddenly someone yells that it's the press. And then the boy comes up with the papers. Suddenly | you realize that you only have to work half a day. oh, Boy Where win it bc tonight? Sleep? Nothing l; doing. Got to get date somewhere. | And so it goes.
 It happened right here in New Brit ain. (
 It was moving day. The "old black [ mare" stood at the curb champing at . ts bit. The owner had seen 10 it that here was plenty of gas in the radia- or and plenty of water in the gas ank. or maybe that wasn't just the way either, but he was so tired from 1eIping the family get the odds and ,nds together that he couldn't be sure le hadn't gotten things mixed.
 The girls said they would help. Three of 'em, fairest of the fair. climbed into the back seat and wait d for the battle to begin. It did. tome other members of the family anne out and started piling clothing. ur coats, pictures and piano lamps m top of them. When father stepped ,n the gas all that could be seen in he back seat was three noses pro- ruding from the contents Of four 1otbes closets and other rooms in the Iouse.
 They were off. With lurch they urned corner on two weels. All Fere happy even if they were almost mothered. Moving day seemed to be
 lark. The top Of one piano lamp fas sticking in the eye of one of inc 1aidens but she didn't care. As they -hizzed up the incline to Walnut Hill ark the trio began to sing "Merrily .e roll along" Then the catastrophe appened. Even the best of automo- He tires siIi give out. There was etonation in the rear. The machine anne to stop.
 sThe driver, with fhrrowed brow, lmped out and went behind to an- Iyze the situation. "Whazza mat .r?" asked a muffled voice from the apths of five dresses and three coats. The worst has happened" replied re driver. We've had a blowout. ou girls will have to walk" We mt get out" said a voice in pro- .st. Where there's will, there's