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22 THE CADUCEUS. PRETTY FRENCH TOWN UNITED FOR LIBERTY. Liberty Park Camp No. 4 Sunday, June 16 A Five Act—Fine- Art Triangle Pro duction The Bad Boy FeaturinJ: Robei*i Itarpon A Story of a Juvenile Delinquent Wlio Just Couldn’t be Good Lonesome Luke IN Gasoline Wedding and Hearst Pathe Latest News ADMISSION 10c Run Continuous 12 o^clock noon to 11 p. m. QUIET SCENES SURROUND WORK OVER SEAS. (Extract from letter received from Miss M. K. Sattler, R..N„ A. N. C. Who was here at this hospital dur ing the winter, and is now “Some where.”) We had an uneventful voyage in crossing. We crossed on a very nice ship, the weather was good, consider ing the time of year, but as usual. I. had to get sick and was perfectly mis erable up until a day. or two before we landed. We landed in England late one af ternoon and stayed on board ship un til about noon of the next day. From the ship We went directly to the rail road' station and left fo ranother En glish seaport. We "spent the after noon on the train traveling through England and the trip certainly was enjoyed by all. It as such a beautiful country and there were many flowers in bloom which seemed unusual so early in the season. We stayed at this seaport over two nights, from which we sailed across the Channel to France. This was real ly :he most exciting part of the whole trip, as they told us there were very few ships crossed without being fired on. We slept with most of our clothes on that night. We landed at a well known French port where we stayed over Sunday. From there we went directly to Paris, arriving about 11 p. m. at night and leaving the next evening about 7 p.. m. We were all so tired from our trip that we didn’t get up until noon the next day, so )iad very little time left for sightseeing. We were all very much disappointed at having to leave so soon but I hope some day to be able to visit the fine, big city. From Paris we came direct to this place the name of which, of course, I cannot tell you. It is a town of about four thousand inhabitants in time of peace, and a quaint pretty little town it is, too. It is nestled down among the hills and looked so peaceful with its little plaster houses and tile roofs, that it is hard for one to realize this terrible war is going on so near us. The surrounding counrty is so beauti ful and there are many pretty walks one could take it it ever stops raining, but we have had so very much rain since we are here, almost as much as we had at Camp Greene last winter. Just now th.e lilies of the valley and lilacs are in bloom and really, I have never seen them in such quantities. The lilies of the valley grow wild here. We have a very nice hospital but have not been very busy up until this time—We really are not quite ready for patients yet. There is some cavalry located here and the patients we have are all from this cavalry. My greatest trouble is not being able to speak the language. It is the worst sounding language I think 1 have ever heard. Some of the nurses have organized a class and the priest is their teacher. (The soul of Democracy addressed to her allies in the calence of that fine song poem “America” Ehgland, France and Italy We’ll fight Autocracy Until the end. Land where our sons have died Ijand of our Fathers’ pride To every mountain side Democracy—-We’ll send. Our native countries three. Each one we fight for thee Allies we stand for one And no rest take. Until our work is done And each and every son. Will ne’er forsake. Patriotism must rule all Not one can miss the call To liberty. Let every one awake Let every one partake Let each their silence break The sound prolong. Heavenly Father Us to thee We turn for liberty In strong appeal. Give us freedoms holy light Fill our hearts with all that’s right Grant victory by thy night. Is our daily prayer. (By Miss LUCY H. DANIELS. HAD TO DO IT. Sammy—“Don’t go back there, San dy. the woods is, full of Germans.” Sandy—“I gotta go back, man; I’ve lost the muffler Anna knit me, and I’d rather face the whole German ar my than Anna without that bit o’ wool.—Sou. Tel. News. EXPERIENCED. The young man carefully removed the cigars from his vest pocket and placed them on the piano. Then he opened his arms. But the girl did not flutter to them. “You,” she said coldly, “have loved before.”—Sou. Tel. News. PAVING DOWD ROAD. Work, of paving the Dowd road lead ing from Camp Greene to Charlotte is moving rapidly. It will only be a mat ter of days until the camp is connect ed with the city by two excellent drive ways. W. R. Matthews, chair man of the board of Charlotte town ship trustees, states that the new eighteen-foot drive should be acces sible before the end of the month. The Tuckaseege road is being used during the paving process. BEEN BUSY MAN. Sergeant Clare R. Cundiff has been in the army four years, dating from this week. He has ne’ver had a fur lough. He explains that three stren uous years were spent on the border and a part of the fourth in moving from post to post and that he has been too busy to think much about such things as furloughs.
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