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HSEhember the night?rery Bitseema now?when we ut \)Sg*Pnogt deck ?r 4 Lak? (teamttmr made up stories about the " Thai July and the ean had (lipped m the aide of a blaring copper &$Sd dropped off the edge. BreJramt like a woman out of ^HjfiitftUned, softly dusk, breathjgfratihaptmcnt. The water was .MHSned ana endless ana tne ?J Irpmlt velvet. It was Just above , .Wt? tta white, white atari?eo ware ewept by the winds .bins through ita spaces. t^Mudalte night, John! itaM do you remember the last TJ*. dear, the one we made "hp toMr and liked best of all. We M?;the atari were tonls of little Jfin, all on their way toward Qusty winds were angels' wings, bearing tiny, bright spirits to imall bodies preparing to receive JMb Borne far, some near; all was one, not far distant, and HCMpf "This is coming to as?-a jm ifanghter, I think: and <nW( was another and you laughed W laid; "Sha'n't she have a slsIjdear, there Whs a star, deep in the jupSdilght. I glimpsed it, and wonfred at its lofty splendor. More disnt. longer on the way, but also lining to ns In the spirit of a little iKtave not written before because It wouldn't have you apprehensive, i! IS useless to say that 1 am altogether jlttppy; I can't be without you. I am looking forward with all the confi ft Was July and the sun h.ul slipped down the side o! * biasing copper hbwl and dropped off the edge f^HrooMkn. but, oh, John, 1 wamt HM 'thinking about the other IfiaMf how kind you were and how rtSHKenowlng you were here took rwgiyTtll terror. My bravery la alipJ. jUff away. Yon see I hare bad to BBSjin most of the Auxiliary work. r0) there Is nothing to remind me-of I sffiSwr w>nn(rA(1 rnnfli)?nrp Annin in taking care of the house and f me comfortable. But there Kl is the longing; for you. Coni t&Mally I hear the sound of your ! |???$. feel tUe touch of your hand. . ?fljKfereyer you are, marching on tat, roads. or waiting in the trenchi^a, you must feel my thoughts and my 20% for 1 am witji you in spirit alIsnEEltbout Mrs. Thomas, who Is like .1al8P?wn m?tker, and the little old JHMh'ma, whom I adopted, it would much harder. Oddly it's By Earl Bald fgjBjjfc a green field back of my narden ' SydtiOnly a dream of my comrades who u ' the shrill high call of the signals nc BW. For'ifs over the tot at dawn God!It's over the top at da UBBStfjIsarge of the deadly rout. {flrlrW it is sweet and untrodden. the gr I yaho steals if Ike stalwart players no long -IM Ike halfback still is plunging,- and the &<&' For ifs over the top at dawn 5jS' Stark'mad to the charge at i jSgpfrfr-'*- gas for me andymt. is a far-flung-gridiron, With iti And the quarterback flings his signals, Ih iftt4, the- stars glow down on the gridiron ; B5f- For it's over the top et dawn 'j ,q dash through the line, at t -ck' steeled foe owes and bends. It green field hack of my gardes it of my hcro-eomrades who used V plunging set in the bottle, the li t Andjtj met Ae t^ at dm Soldier's Oran'ma who .comforts me most. Her little, bent figure tiptoeing ronnd the house Is cnrlonsly romantic. She brings me little Jars of old-fashioned preserves and big tranches of larkspur from her garden. She knows all the traditions of time agone connected with such occasions, and she takes great ears that they are observed In this honse. . What I enjoy most are her Scriptare readings. She possesses the Intimate knowledge of biblical, characters that I possess of personal friends. She has a sense of the dramatic, too, and her stories are real. Musis. in She brings mo little Jars of old-fashioned preserves It isn't just the entertainment l like though, but a feeling of peace It brinks. Jt recalls ray little-girlhood at Grandfather's, where family worship* followed breakfast, and my own grandmother sometimes told the stories this little grandma tells. 1 wonder if It isn't always so, John ?Earning back to childhood and the impressions of It before danger and dread? * n 1 ...fiK TlinmoB Hip. I x naiavu n .-.u ui uuai, . other evening, past a church on the [ corner of Detroit Street. There was s , sign near the door announcing a spo-: cial welcome for soldiers end sailors. I wondered If soldiers and sailors, ao often from small towns and a bit daszlsd by the city, take heed of sock welcomes. It seems more natural tor thorn to seek amassment. "You'd be surprised at the nam ber attending divine services?ones who look as. If they'd never been Inside a church before," Brooke Thomas said. "I saw dozens of them In New York and Paris churches. Yoa're to understand by my saying so that I was one," he laughed. "It's reversion to childhood teachings.'; he went on; "with death star-, log yoa th the face, yoa remember spiritual things. Yon rejnember and cling?take it ffom me. I've heard soldiers praying in the trenches?kid ! prayers!" 1 thought of it afterward wheu 11 iaw that Halloran boy bare his head ] before St. Patrick's. He is in uniform | and apparently has given up all -am i bition to be an outlaw. Strange, isn't it, that war should j induce a sense of the abstract and j spiritual? Do you think that the; Infinite Scheme Dermits war for r.uci.! a purpose? Detty. and Ruth still are in the, country with your mother. They arc j almost violently well, she writes, and full of love for favver. This will be the last letter for a while, dear. Mrs. Thomas .will send you a message. My dear, dear boy! All of my love always! HOPE. Game twin Thomas , where the turf runs smooth and fair, sed to be playing there, 1 '??? ir etM/rtM/T nut wn. ass grows on to seed, rr tramp the weed, tackle charges through. town, ' cka Ik lines marked in red, e guards fight on till dead, t here they crotich along the ends, <r* ' 'jUM, i, where Ike turf is gay and fair, lo he playing there? ''-.j at dawn? ? J . " ' ' ? "Think war, talk war, make war."?Be the War Industries Board. 'Tor discipline, smartness and general celled by any troops in the world Marines by Captain Bruce Bairnsfa "The American pep got the Germans' j E. Finn, Fifty-third Pioneer Regin "We are near the end of sacrifices imp for which its authors try to escaps Pichon, Foreign Minister of Franc; "All that America has done has been cie Gc-orgo Crpel, Chairman of the Con tion. "The whole country is behind you wit! tary Balccr to the American soldiei "We are giving it to the Hans fifty tin ceiving it."?Private Ross M. Willi; ary Forces, Somewhere in France. "1 thought rabbits coaid run before. I cottontails are snails in comparison son, American Expeditionary Fore i?A SURE T -Jl nard Baruch, chairman of jl physique, they are not ex- /f p'Jtl L"?Tribute paid to U. S. i JpI ither, of the British Army. 0, LJPj goat."?Lieutenant Harold jj used by savage aggression w - " C. ! responsibility."?Stephen. J an, open and honorable."? imiltee on Public Informa. S 1 all it possesses."?Secre- ii s Over There. 1 ics harder than we are rcims, American Expedition-' HE? saw the Jiur. in retreat; inFa! I ."?Sergeant John R. Dick- ^ 1 i i a i (J : jm
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