The globe-independent. (Hagerstown, Md.) 1943-19??, 1945-12-06

, Mrs. WebSter's letter indicates
that there is at least one French
man who has a warm spot in his
heart for our CTS, concerning whom
she writes:
'In Millets home in Barbizon IS
meters from here, where sketches
of the Prussian soldiers who in
vaded France in 1870 are still on
the wall, an Notwithstanding
survive the Wagnerian tastes of the
Nazi regime is evidenced by the
German prisoner of war band that
played for the Red Cross until, Mrs.
Webster says, their Oompahpah got
too much for us and we resorted to
records. The prisoners practiced and
practiced - under orders - but
their native rhythm came out in
everything. The French girls love it
and so the CTS whistled and cheer
ed these men that they have so re-
Gently been fighting, and 1 see the
danger of too soon forgetting the
inherent characteristics and war
crimes of these people"
Paris, Mrs Webster describes as:
"a mad melee of cycling men and
women; furiously dashing autos
frantically footing their horns; CT
equipment insolently weaving its
way through it all; shopping out of
the question with stockings at 1000
francs ($20.00) a pair, plain leather
belts 800 francs; the black market
blatantly carried on under the noses
of the MP's; furtive civilians who
gentleman lectures on the Barbizon
school of painting and interrupts
himself to say how grateful he is for
the American soldiers part in the
liberation of his country, liberated
three times in the past 70 years
from the same enemy"
That the lively German appetite
for American jazz, developed after
the last war, did not apparently
want to buy your PIX rations as
soon as you step onto the street;
the enlisted Mems Club in the Eiffel
Tower that makes you sick with
disappointment because its such a
bad imitation of what it could so
easily be-"
She mentions all the old and love
ly things that are changeless the
Seine and its beautiful bridges, the
book stall on the Left Bank, the
Louvre and Notre Dame, and, in the
midst Of it all, as American as baked
beans and cornbread, appears "THE
BUFFALO STADIUM" where,
writes Mrs. Webster, "our beloved
USA Engineers team played foot
ball, SO American that temporarily
you are at HOME. Cyclists calmly
try to circle the field during the
game and the almost inert laborers
dabble at the cinder track with a
rake as they watch the plays.
These are the scenes of my
Christmas this year." Mrs. Webter
writes and continues on nostalgia
note: my heart has learned to
yearn less painfully than of yore.
| can remember the pseudo-b brick
chimneys with bell-ringing Santas
tolling for your nickels and dimes;
the sidewalks piled high with trees
and Wreathes; the mile-high Christ
mas tree at Radio City by the Prom
etheus Fountain, decorated with
huge white balls during the day
and lit in various colors at night;
the Five and Dime windows bright
with tinsel; the crunch of hard
snow and the puff of breath made
visible on very cold nights.
$50 many things do I remember
= and miss = and yet the insur-
mountable urge to cry my heart out
is tempered with the joy of the work
I'm doing"
When Mrs. Webster completes
that work she plans to spend six
months in Hagerstown with Miss
VIM, putting the story of her ex-
periences into a book. And a very
good book it should be!
Sunday N;rI,k o.2n xuTrr .rI