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for a place to rest. I had decided to
travel in the daytime as well as night,
because I understood that it was only
a few miles from the frontier, and I
was naturally anxious to get there at
the earliest possible moment, although
I realized that there I would encounter
the most hazardous paft of my whole
adventure. To get through the heavily
guarded barbed wire and electrically
charged barrier was a problem that I
hated to think of even, although the |
hours I spent endeavoring to devise |
some way of outwitting the Huns
were many.
It had occurred to me, for instance,
that it would not be such a difficult
matter to vault over the electric fence,
which was only nine feet high. In col-
lege, I knew a ten-foot vault is consid-
ered a high-school boy's accomplish-
ment, but there were two great dif-
ficulties in the way of this solution.
In the first place it would be no easy
When night came I looked around
\
matter to get a pole of the right
length, weight and strength to serve
the purpose. More particularly, how:
ever, the pole-vault idea seemed to me
to be out of the question because of
the fact that on either side of the elec-
tric fence, six feet from it, was a six-
foot barbed wire barrier. To vault
safely over a nine-foot electrically
charged fence was one thing, but to
combine with it a twelve-foot broad
athlete in the pink of condition would
be apt to flunk. Indeed, I don’t be-
lieve it is possible.
Another plan that seemed half-way
reasonable was to build a pair of stilts
about twelve or fourteen feet high and
walk over the barriers one by one. As
a youngster I had acquired consider-
able skill in stilt-walking and I have
no doubt that with the proper equip-
ment it would have been quite feas-
ible to have walked out of Belgium
as easily as possible in that way, but
whether or not I was going to have a
chance to construct the necessary
stilts remained to be seen.
There were a good many bicycles in
use by the German soldiers in Belgium
and it had often occurred to me that
if I could have stolen one, the tires
would have made excellent gloves and
insulated coverings for my feet in
case it was necessary for me to at-
tempt to climb over the electric fence
bodily. But as I had never been able
to steal a bicycle this avenue of es-
cape was closed to me.
I decided to wait until I arrived at
” the barrier and then make up my mind
how to proceed.
To find a decent place to sleep that
night, I erawled under a barbed wire
fence, thinking it led into some field.
As I passed under, one of the barbs
caught in my coat and in trying to
pull myself from it I shook the fence :
for several yards. y
Instantly there came out of the night
the nerve-racking command: “Halt!”
Again I feared I was done for. I
crouched close down on the ground in
the darkness, not knowing whether to
take to my legs and trust to the Huns
missing me in the darkness if he fired, |
or stay where I was. It was foggy |
as well as dark, and although I knew
the sentry was only a few feet away |
from me I decided to stand, or rather |
lie, pat. I think my heart made almost
as much noise as the rattling of the |
wire in the first pPace, and it was a |
tense few moments to me. |
I heard the German say a few words |
to himself, but didn’t understand them, |
of course, and then he made a sound .
as if to call a dog,-and I realized that !
his theory of the noise he had heard
was that a dog had made its way
through the fence.
For perhaps five minutes I didn’t
stir, and then figuring that the German
had probably continued on his beat I
crept quietly under the wire again,
this time being mighty careful to hug
the ground so close that I wouldn't
touch the wire, and made off in a dif-
ferent direction. Evidently the barbed
wire fence had been thrown around an
ammunition depot or something of the
kind, and it was not a field at all that
I had tried to get into.
1 figured that other sentries were
probably in the neighborhood and I
proceeded very gingerly.
After I had got about a mile away
from this spot I came to an humble
Belgian house and I knocked at the
door and applied for food in my usual
way, pointing to my mouth to indi-
cate I was hungry and to my ears and
mouth to imply that I was deaf and
dumb. The Belgian woman who lived
in the house brought me a piece of
bread and two cold potatoes and as I
sat there eating them she eyed me
very keenly. si
I haven't the slightest doubt that
she realized I was a fugitive. She lived
so near the border that it was more
for that reason, I appreciated more
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no doubt the Germans were constantly
watching the conduct of these Bel- |
gians who lived near the line.
My theory that she realized that I
was not a Belgian at all, but prob- |
aby some English fugitive, was con- |
firmed a moment later, when, as I.
made ready to go, she touched me on |
the arm and indicated that I was to
wait a moment. She went to a bureau
and brought out two pieces of fancy
Belgian lace which she insisted upon
my taking away, although at that par-
ticular moment I had as much use for
Belgian lace as an elephant for a
safety razor, but I was touched with
her thoughtfulness and pressed her
hapd to show my gratitude. She would |
not accept the money I offered her.
I carried the lace through my sub- |
sequent experiences, feeling that it :
would be a fine souvenir for my !
mother, although as a matter of fact if |
I had known that it was going to de- |
lay my final escape for even a single |
moment, as it did, I am quite sure
she would rather I had not seen it.
On one piece of lace was the Flem-
ish word “Charite” and on the other
the word “Esperage.” At the time I
took these words to mean “Charity”
and “Experience” and all I hoped was
that T would get as much of the one
as I was getting of the other before I
finally got through. I learned subse-
quently that what the words really
stood for were “Charity” and “Hope,”
and then I was sure that my kind Bel-
gian friend had indeed realized my
plight and that her thoughtful sou-
venir was intended to encourage me in
the trials she must have known were
before me.
I didn’t let the old Belgian lady
know, because 1 did not want to alarm
her unnecessarily, but that night IT
slept in her backyard, leaving early
in the morning before it became light
Later in the day I applied at an-
other house for food. It was occupied
by a father and mother and ten chil
re T hesitated to ask tzem for food
without offering to pay for it, as I re-
alized what a task it must have been
for them to support themselves with- |
out having to feed a hungry man. Ac-
cordingly I gave the man a mark and
then indicated that I wanted some-
thing to eat. They were just about to |
eat, themselves, apparently, and they !
let me partake of their meal, which
consisted of a huge bowl of some kind
of soup which I was unable to iden-
tify and which they served in ordinary |
wash basins. I don't know that they |
not worry me very much. The soup
All the time I was there I could see
the father and the eldest son, a boy
Again | Feared | Was Done For.
about seventeen, were extremely n/rv-
ous. I had indicated to them that I
was deaf and dumb, but if they be-
lieved me it didn’t seem to make them
any more comfortable.
I lingered at the house for about an
hour after the meal and during that
time a young man came to call on the
eldest daughter, a young woman of
perhaps eighteen. The caller eyed me
very suspiciously, although I must
have resembled anything but a British
officer. They spoke Flemish and I did
not understand a word they said, but
I think they were discussing my prob-
able identity. During their conversa-
tion, I had a chance to look around
dhe room. There were three alto-
gether, two fairly large and one
somewhat smaller, about fourteen feet
long and six deep. In this smaller
room there were two double-decked
i account of a lack of leather.
beds, which were apparently intended
to house the whole family, although
how the whole twelve of them could
sleep in that one room will ever re-
main a ‘mystery to me.
From the kitchen you could walk | their conditions are not the most
directly into the cow-barn, where two
cows were kept, and this, as I have
pointed out before, is the usual con-
struction of the poorer Belgian houses.
I could not make out why the caller
| seemed to be so antagonistic to me,
: and yet I am sure he was arguing with
the family against me.
i facet that I wasn’t wearing wooden
Perhaps the
shoes—1 doubt whether I could have
obtained a pair big enough for me—
had convinced him that I was not
really a Belgian, because there was
nothing about me otherwise which
could have given him that idea.
At that time, and I suppose it is
true today, about 94 per cent of the |
peuple in Belgium were wearing
wooden shoes.
don’t believe I ever saw any other
kind of footwear and they are more
common there than they are in Hol-
land. The Dutch wear them more on
I was
told that during the coming year prac-
tically all the peasants and poorer
people in Germany, too, will adopt
wooden shoes for farm work, as that
is one direction in which wocd can be
substituted for leather without much
loss.
When the young man left, I left
shortly afterwards, as I was not at
all comfortable about what his inten-
tions were regarding me. For all I
knew he might have gone to notify |
the German authorities that there was
a strange man in the vicinity—more
perhaps to protect his friends from
suspicion of having aided me than to
injure me.
At any rate, I was not going to take
any chances and I got out of that
neighborhood as rapidly as I could.
That night found me right on the
¢rontier of Holland.
CHAPTER XVIlL
Getting Through the Lites.
Waiting until it was quite dark, I
made my way carefully through a
field and eventually came to the much
dreaded barrier.
It was all that I had heard about it.
Every foot of the border line between
Belgium and Holland is protected in
precisely the same manner. It is there
to serve three purposes: first, to pre-
vent the Belgians from escaping into
Holland ; second to keep enemies, like
myself, from making their way to free-
dom; and third, to prevent desertions
on the part of Germans themselves.
One look was enough to convince any
one that it probably accomplished all
three objects about as well as any con-
trivance could, and one look was all I
got of it that night, for while I lay
on my stomach gazing at the forbid-
ding structure I heard the measured
stride of a German sentry advancing
{ towards me and I crawled away as
fast as I possibly could, determined
to spend the night somewhere in the
fields and make another and more
! careful survey the following night.
The view I had obtained, however,
was sufficient to convince me that the
pole-vault idea was out of the ques-
tion even if I had a pole and was a
proficient pole-vaulter. The three
fences covered a span of at least twelve
| feet and to clear the last barbed wire
| fence it would be necessary to vault
not only at least ten feet high, but at
| ever used the basins to wash in as | least fourteen feet wide, with the cer-
i
| well, but whether they did or not did
tain knowledge that to touch the elec-
trically charged fence meant instant
death. There would be no second
chance if you came a cropper the first
time.
The stilt idea was also impractica-
| ble because of the lack of suitable
timber and tools with which to con-
struct the stilts.
It seemed to me thatthe best thing
to do was travel up and down the line
a bit in the hope that some spot might
be discovered where conditions were
more favorable, although I don’t know
just what 1 expected along those
lines.
It was mighty disheartening to real-
ize that only a few feet away lay cer-
tain liberty and that the only things
preventing me from reaching it were
three confounded fences. I thought of
my machine and wished that some
kind fairy would set it in front of me
for just one minute.
I spent the night in a clump of
bushes and kept in hiding most of the
next day, only going abroad for an
hour or two in the middle of the day
to intercept some Belgian peasant
and beg for food. The Belgians in this
section were naturally very much
afraid of the Germans and I fared
badly. In nearly every house German
soldiers were quartered and it was
out of the question for me to apply
for food in that direction. The prox-
imity of the border made everyone
eye each other with more or less sus-
picion and I soon came to the conclu-
sion that the safest thing I could do
was to live on raw vegetables which I
could steal from the fields at night as
I had previously done.
That night I made another survey
of the barrier in that vicinity, but it
looked just as hopeless as it had the
night before and I concluded that I
only wasted my time there.
I spent the night wandering north,
guided by the North Star which had
served me so faithfully in all my trav-
eling. Every mile or two I would make
my way carefully to the barrier to see
if conditions were any better, but it
seemed to be the same all along. I felt
like a wild animal in a cage, with
about as much chance of getting out.
. Continued next week) .
— Plans for the organization of
a national federation of manufactur-
ers’ councils, to meet war-time and
after-the-war emergencies, have been
announced.
Among the peasants I |
| cisms are in no way personal but are
i study over it and improve yourself.
| NEWS IN THE TRENCHES.
The boys in the front line trenches
are not fighting all the time, even if
pleasant. But the soldiers of Uncle
{ Sam always make the best of their
| surroundings and if there is any hu-
{ mor in the situation they will endeav-
or to extract it. Take the 311th ma-
chine gun battalion, members of that
organization publish a little paper
right in the trenches called “The
| Bust Em Browning.” Russell C.
| Hughes is given as the editor and
| their motto is “Enroute to Berlin.”
| The issue of August 16th, has reach-
ied the “Watchman” editor's desk
i through the kindness of a friend and
| contains the following pert para-
| graphs:
DISCIPLINE
(By Major C. M. DuPuy)
Your discipline has a deal to do
i with your success from now on.
i Your discipline is the printed page
on which officers and men as well
! read of what you are made inside. So
{ what’s the use of holding high ambi-
i tions if the whole story is twisted,
botched, and lied about by your way
of expressing yourself as a soldier. |
{ Some men resent it when they are |
| told to salute differently, to walk dif-
| ferently, or to stand at attention more
| smartly. Remember that these criti-
i
made for the best interest of the serv-
ice. In civil life men are apt to say:
{ Tuesday and Friday.
| “I am what I am. If people don’t
| like me, I can’t help it. I am as God
i made me!” But soldiers are not.
They are made by training and an
anxiety on the part of the man to
make good. If somebody criticizes |
you don’t repel it with anger but
Don’t defend. Reform. Do you walk
lumberingly? Do you stand awk-
wardly? Do you give indistinct com-
mands and then call down the men
for not executing a movement the or-
, der for which they did not hear? |
One way to success is to get the
manner of success. One way to be a |
machine gunner is to get the manner
{of a machine gunner—then you'll:
want to be what you have simulated
and the transformation will take
place.
A WEEK IN FRANCE.
(A Typical Buck Private’s Unexpurgated
Diary) i
MONDAY |
I am here in France. I have a date |
with Willie, the Hun, that son-of-a-'
gun from out Berlin way. I knew |
that Black Jack Pershing couldn’t do
the big job with the proper polish |
without the 311th. Always during |
our long trip, we were given a fine |
welcome. Just to show the Kaiser
that it could be done, they packed us|
in the boat until, for me, there was |
lots of room to wiggle my ears and |
toes, but to crook my arm or turn
around meant assault and battery on |
my neighbors. I was plenty comfort-
able just the same. When we sailed
out the band played everything from :
“Good Bye Broadway, Hello France”
to “Yankee Doodle.” There was a re- |
port arcund that Major DuPuy burst
several buttons off his new blouse so '
proud was he of us.
For the first couple of days out!
Uncle Sam played a mean trick on
me. He gave me something to eat
that didn't agree. I felt turbulent
amidships. I thought there was a!
plot there. I know I wasn’t seasick. |
They said our boat shot down a,
half dozen U-boats on the last trip.
Each night, the story said, they got
2 or 8. If the trip had lasted a week |
more, we would have put the whole
German navy out of business.
Then, after the sea trip, came the
personally conducted tour of France.
I think we circled it 4 or 5 times
from the number of hours we rode in
the luxurious Pullmans. They only
put 40 “Hommes” in a car and they
put 45 or 50 in them in the U. S., so
that proves we had plenty of room.
Now I am learning to bing the Boche.
TUESDAY
Made my grand summer offensive
on the French language today, I lost.
Took the first 2 objectives of Wee
Wee and Bon Jour easily but it
wasn’t long before the pesky lingo
flanked me and got me down and had
a strangle hold. Made a rapid but
very strategic retreat to my billet.
A billet, gentle sir, is the home of
the soldier in France. It is built of
stone, made to last till Gabrial bu-
gles assembly. It has hardwood
floors, we all know this. It has a tile
roof. It is large and commodious
and it has plenty of room for all. It
has every modern convenience known
to the elite of this city. It general-
ly has horses right at hand for quick
travel and cows also so that the morn-
ing milk may be available. Is it any
wonder every soldier is tickled to
death to be here?
WEDNESDAY
I'm getting sore at the damned
bombastic, bumptious Boche. First
He drags me across the ocean away
from the girl and the U. S. life. Then
he keeps me here. And now he puts
me in a tin hat and a gas mask.
Some one will get all cut up yet in
this war if he isn’t careful. )
I'm going to learn these instru-
ments of torture that prevent other
torture just to spite the Limburger
cheese. 1 modestly proclaim, how-
ever, that there is some class to me
in the outfit. Even the French las-
sies look and smile.
THURSDAY
A quiet day. Got up at 5 a. m.
Did setting-up exercises, cleaned up
the streets like a’ White Wing; drill-
ed at least 8 hours when I lost count;
learned the Browning gun so that I
can get up in my sleep and take it
down, put it together and tell just
how it is done; fired on the range and
took the whiskers off an imaginary
“germ;” ate 3 squares that would put
a pig to shame; walked 15 ar 20
miles; squinted at the variety of
French femininity here after supper;
stood reveille and retreat and half a
dozen other formations; wrote 6 let-
ters to the U. S. and then went to
bed because I got tired loafing
around.
FRIDAY
1°11 hand it to the women here. To-
day I noted that although they don’t
know what a brassiere is, they can
run a farm house, a stable, a vine-
!
yard, a dairy, and, in the spare min- :
utes raise a family. :
SATURDAY i
Got my new little “Go to Hell” hat !
today. Some class to it. Here are
my directions for wearing it: Grip
it firmly by both meat-hooks. Open
it like a pocketbook. Duck low like !
a bull exasperated. Let right flank
get a toe hold on the right ear. Point
front towards right optic; spread rest
over hirsute scenery; give self a!
glancing pile driver blow and trust to
God that it will stay on and charm
La Petite.
SUNDAY
Too lazy to write today. Went to |
church. Heard a French Priest cuss
or praise the Americans, I don’t know |
which. He worked hard. Spent part |
of the day trying to coax the dirt out
of my clothes with a scrubbing |
brush, a bar of soap, some beads of !
sweat and a determined disposition. |
Vive La France.
SEARCHING FIRE
Bon Jour! Wee, Wee!
We have changed our name.
new one is more aesthetic. |
We were delayed in publishing, ow- !
ing to the fact that our Sextuple Hoe :
presses were slightly held up. We |
will be on the job regularly every |
The
Serg’t. Quinn has left the staff to |
engage in more arduous training to
trim the Tartar at the Front.
The sky smiles, the birds sing, the |
girlies look beautiful, every soldier |
walks on air, all wine is nectar, |
France is wonderful. Pay day has ar- |
rived and the pockets have enough
francs to paper the walls of a billet. |
“To make the world a decent place |
to live in,” sighed the husky private |
as he applied the fagot broom to the |
barnyard. !
Official Communique from seat No.
3: “The Germans took Peruna and
Castoria, just before starting their |
big retreat. There is nothing else of !
importance to report.” i
With the little “Go to Hell” hat, |
the gas mask and the new Parisian |
model of tin Kelly, we tell the world |
fair that we are not responsible for |
what we do to the Fritzies.
Yep, we claim that the 311th has!
ab-so-lute-ly the jazziest jazz band in
France. There is an unconfirmed ru-
mor that it will be on the Keith cir-
cuit just after Christmas, if Europ-
ean engagements permit. Even the
French cows do that latest jazz step
down the streets daily.
Concerning Women.
Three jails for the exclusive use of
women and to be run entirely by wom-
en are to be established in Chicago.
Even the patrol wagons will be op-
erated by women.
The increase in the number of wom-
en who have replaced men in Eng-
land’s industries now number nearly
a million and a half.
More than 120,000 women in Italy
are doing the hardest kind of work
in occupations formerly held exclu-
sively by men.
Women employees in government
plants are to have their health and
welfare carefully supervised.
Over 15,000 women can be used as
hospital assistants or student nurses
in the United States. on
The woman’s committee of the
Council of National Defense has pass-
ed a resolution that all women of the
| United States express their loyalty
and respect to the colors and the Na-
tional anthem by standing at atten-
tion when the flag is passing or the
National anthem is rendered.
On an average the ultimate limit
of a woman’s capacity appears to be
about 75 to 80 per cent. of a man’s
capacity as a worker.
Young girls in England are taking
strenuous exercises under the super-
vision of experts so as to prepare
them for hard and heavy work in the
government plants later on.
Female millinery workers in Mas-
sachusetts have minimum wage rate.
The Labor party, of Black County,
England, have nominated Miss Eliz-
abeth MacArthur as their candidate
for a seat in the British Parliament.
‘Waste Paper. :
The point raised by Representative
Walsh, of Massachusetts, who com- |
plains at the reckless waste of paper
by the government, when newspapers
are compelled to reduce the size of
their publications in the interest of
conservation of print paper, is well
taken. As he so emphatically states,
this profligate use of paper entails a
tremendous expense to the taxpayers
and offsets the economies in stocks
effected by private concerns.
“The War Industries Board,” he
said, “has ordered the daily and week-
ly newspapers to curtail in the use of
print paper and to comply with other
restrictions. This edict will be obey-
ed by the press. Yet while calling
for conservation and economy by
stern decree on the part of the news-
papers of the country, the Federal
government has been and is practic-
ing most wasteful methods in the use
and consumption of print paper by
its various activities and agencies.”
Mr. Walsh has not far to look for
evidence in support of his statements.
It abounds in every branch of the gov-
ernment in the form of bulletins and
publications, pamphlets and reports,
each small in itself but in the aggre-
gate requiring an immense amount of
paper and an equal amount of labor.
Congress itself sins in the manner in
which it pads out the pages of the
Congressional Record with useless
matter. The government certainly
should practice the economy which it
preaches.—Washington Post.
Delayed "Ref erences.
Old Goldrock’s chaffeur had join-
ed the army and he had decided that
now he would enlist the services of a
woman driver for his car. When a
young woman appeared in answer to
his advertisement she was asked for
a reference.
“Well, sir, I haven’t one now, but I
coy get one in a month or two,” she
said.
“Yes, but why the delay?” asked
Goldrocks.
“It’s like this, sir. My last employ-
er is in the hospital at present.”—
Chicago News.
———Subseribe for the “Watchman.”
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT
The soul is a fire which darts its ray
through all the senses.—Madame de Stael.
Look to the Kiddies.—The children
: of the nation must be fed, they ought
to have the right food, and the Unit-
ced States Food Administration wants
i you to give it to them.
America’s purpose is to safeguard
the coming generation.
It would be foolish, indeed, to de-
| fend the physical condition of the
| present generation of children by
short rations or the wrong kind of
food. The children of today must be
given those things that build strong
bodies and good brains.
_ This can be done without disregard-
ing the country’s food program, for
the war-time emergency foods are in
many cases the most palatable and at
the same time the most wholesome
for the feeding of children.
Milk is the prime requisite of all
children’s diet. Every child should
get a quart of milk 2 day in some
form or other. Besides plenty of
milk, he should have at least one cup-
ful of some good cereal (and this can
well be some other than wheat) much
| fruit, only a little meat (for which an
egg can readily be substituted) and
fresh green vegetables.
Fats have an important place in a
child’s diet. But if a child is given
a quart of whole milk every day, that
along with the butter on his bread—
to say nothing of the little meat or
| egg in his daily diet—will furnish
him with enough fat and will give it
to him in the most wholesome form.
Some sweet is also good in the di-
et if given with meals or directly
afterward. Conservation sweets,
such as dates, raisins, stewed fruits,
ete, are the best possible form of
| sweets for the growing child. Des-
serts should be of the simplest such
as junket, rice, cornstarch or plain
custards.
Worth Knowing.—The covers of
stamp books which are sold at any
postoffice are firm enough to make a
foundation for little slip coverings of
i linen or silk. These covered stamp
books will sell at any fair.
Use for refrigerator dishes the
wooden or pasteboard .plates; they
are inexpensive, don’t break and can
be bent a little to make more room.
In cleaning wall paper use bread
crumbs two _ days old; rub with a
downward light stroke; never work
horizontally; cut away the soiled
parts of the bread as it is used.
Use a little soda with baking pow-
der; it improves the taste of cake or
pudding.
Cold hard-boiled eggs chopped fine
and generously moistened with cream
salad dressing spread thickly between
dainty slices of bread are very nice.
Make cup cakes; children like them
better than loaf cake.
Hard-boiled eggs with yolks re-
moved, mashed and moistened with
cream salad dressing, put back in
whites and eggs wrapped in wax pa-
per; bread and butter sandwiches to
go with them.
| Try making the new hairpin lace
: and using it in place of hemstitching.
| Make a loop with thread or crochet
{ cotton in middle of hairpin. Place
| crochet needle on under side of hair-
pin, and turn hairpin. Catch thread
with crochet hook and draw through
i loop. With crochet needle in loop in
| middle of thread of hairpin catch
{ loop around the hairpin. You will
i then have two loops of thread on cro-
| chet needle, then catch thread with
| needle and pull it through the two.
i You will have the one loop in middle
. of hairpin to start again.
| If you wish to make a centerpiece
| of leaves, try this stitch. First work
| an ordinary stitch from side to side,
following the outline on the leaf. A
| cat stitch is a series of stitches tak-
| en from side to side between two
{ lines. After leaf is filled with cat
| stitches, take a new thread, and
. starting up the top of the leaf take
| two tight buttonhole stitches where
| the threads cross, then carry the
, thread across to the next crossed
: stitches on opposite side and again
take two buttonhole stitches. Work
| back and forth in this way until the
! leaf is filled. Cover the marked line
{ of the leaf with Kensington outline
"and it is complete.
Activities of Women.—There are
1,000,000 more women than men in
England today.
The Japanese Red Cross has over
200,000 women members.
_ The number of married women in
industry has greatly increased since
the war began.
Secretary of War Baker claims that
the war couldn’t go on without the
aid of women.
Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt, the ar-
dent Suffragist, is being boomed for
a seat in Congress from the Nine-
teenth district of New York.
Women canteen workers in the
French army are making use of the
German prisoners by having them
make tin cups from old tin cans.
Miss Elizabeth L. DuVal, of Balti-
more, who recently sailed on her first
trip as junior operator, has the dis-
tinction of being the first woman
wireless operator to assume duty on
the seas.
Thoroughbred Code.—I believe in
work. For discontent and labor are
not often companions.
I believe in leisure and in play. For
neither mental nor physical develop-
ment is possible without them.
I believe in thrift. For to store up
a little regularly, is to store up char-
acter as well.
I believe in simple living. For sim-
plicity means health and health means
happiness.
I believe in loyalty. For if I am
not true to others I cannot be true fo
myself.
I believe in a cheerful countenance.
For a sour face is the sign of a
grouch. :
I believe in holding up my chin.
For self-respect commands respect
from others.
I believe in keeping up my courage.
For troubles flee before a brave front.
I believe in bracing up my brother.
For an encouraging word may save
the day for him.
I believe in living up to the best
that is in me. For to lower the stan-
dard is to give up the fight.
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