The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 31, 1918, Page 4

FOUR’ THE BISM ARCK TRIBUNE ae Sai and.cheered her on from the top Ehtered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Gosh! but that was a live trust for the pro- at tl ‘oatoffice, Bismarck, 'N. ) as Matter E Class GEORGE D. MANN 5 Editor | motion of fun! eae Onl . LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY, Special Foreign Representative PPifth Ave. Bldg.; CHICAGO, Bldg.; MINNEAPOLIS, 810 Lumber Excha! MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED PRESS ited in this paper and also the local news pub- lished herei: are also reserved. All rights of publication of special dispatches herein) in the adjoining bushes, next day.) Darned if the fun didn’t ooze out of our third of that trust right then. For a brief second father and Katura com- mingled, all miscellaneous and sudden, and for the rest of the way down the hill their best friends couldn’t tell which part was father, which hired girl, which cart or which rake. There was, to be sure, one brief flash of joy when father got upon his feet, with the aid of undiluted blasphemy, but the rake handle swiped him at the ankles and he continued. ete also reserved:2 3) Viy0) Dk Soe ee MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier per year. 6. Daily by mail per year.. Daily by mail per year (in sta’ Daily by mail outside of North Dakota.... SUBSCRIPTION RATES (In North Dakota) ssss One year by mail.. Six onthe by mail ths by mai sees me Voutside of North Dakota) u 2. 1 .00 00 00 ss 3 mS pt 33 68 na ss THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER. (Established 1873) A HEALTH PROBLEM. The “diphtheria carrier” is one of the hardest But, glancing two-thirds way down the narrow < ¢ Marquette | hillside roadway, the trust perceived that father Bldg; BOSTON, 3 Winter St.; DETROIT, Kresege was returning from his daily office toil. side father bore groceries, meat and vegetables, The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use) worsted and hairpains for mother, rolls of music fee republication SUaIL news’ credited to: {Bor /not: other: for Sister Ella, etc., etc., on the other side of these in. \ long-handled wooden garden rakes. All rights of publication of special dispatches herein found four eggplants and two pounds of tomatoes (The trust} she liked both father and Katura, too. But ’fath- ers will be fathers,” replied father, and after his demonstration of it, in the wood-shed, where some blamed fool had just delivered a load of lath, vel never saw any good in trusts. Hun chemists by adding this moral: “Boys will be boys,” said mother, later on; and We hope we will not grieve those smart. Aleck A boomerang tastes a lot better. when outward BISMARCK DAILY TRIBUNE problems with which health authorities have to|bound than when coming back. cope. ; Many people féel that they are unjustly quaran-| well.” But as long as the bacteriological laboratory finds the germs of the disease in the secretion of in order that the public be protected. Knowing that the germs of diphtheria may be lurking in the saliva of a “perfectly well” person we can easily see how in the course of our every- day life the germs are possed on to other folk. The street car conductor moistens his fingers the more easily to pass our transfers . ‘ The girl on her way to the matinee touches the on the fingers of her gloves. A scarcity in English clergymen necessitaties tined because of the fact that they “feel entirely | fewer Sunday sermons. A lot of male perons will miss their customary Sabbath morning snooze. Packers and millers are biggest profiters, says their nose and throat the quarantine must remain| treasury report, which is how they are helping —the HUNS! WITH THE EDITORS THE NEW DRAFT LAW. The age limit in the new draft law will be 18 to tip of her finger to her tongue the better to smooth |45. The bill passed the House that way Saturday and the indications are that it will go through the: The moistened fingers of the peddler arrange|Senate without change. his displays of fruit, the bookworm with moisten- library. ‘ This is the administration bill, nearly three ed finger turns the pages of a book in, the public| months late. but credit for the delay is freely ac- corded in Washington to the Sécretary of War Everybody is busily engaged in this distribution] who has lagged behind the procession in all war ‘of ‘saliva so that the end of each day finds this| preparations instead of being ahead leading the secretion freely distributed to the doors, window|sentiment and arousing the enthusiasm of the sills; furniture and playthings in the home, the/country. straps of trolley cars, the rails and counters and desks of shop and offices. HUN hopes are sinking a great deal. STORY ABOUT A HIRED GIRL. icals necessary to human happiness, and applied tions for patents, with Uncle Sam. trying out the recipes. Behold! in almost every recipes or formulae. tonic cunning! - Fine American grit! a Story About a Hired Girl. Many years ago, but it seems and feels like last community, back in Ohio. the remainder. Amendments to the bill limiting the draft to men 20 years of age or older and to those 19 or over were vigorously supported, also amendments to HUN submarines are not sinking much, but|put the men of 18 and 19 in deferred classes, but they were. voted down and the administration measure passed with only two dissenting votes— one an Ohio Democrat and the other the New}, Some years ago, when the German chemists|York Socialist who always puts the Socialist party cooked up their monopoly in dyes, and other chem-|on record as friendly to the Beast of Berlin. The War Department has indicated that, al- for foreign patents, they doubted the honesty of|though empowered by the bill to include men down America, after the German habit, and, to prevent to 18 ,as it desired to be, it may, after registration, dishonest Americans from stealing their recipes,|issue its draft calls so as to call the available men they filed fake specifications, with their applica-| first. tion of capital from mowing lawns, running er-|regular work. rands and swilling pigs into a large two-wheeled cart. om Swede named Katura Janssen. at flood tide. her into taking a ride in that cart. top of, the. hill and Jet go the cart handles. Katura scooted. tears fall, andthe trust’dahced’on its six ‘legs, You might lic. spect.—Minneapolis Tribune. One of the most impressive and most reassuring facts in connection with the war is the splendid Contemporaneously with the trust’s possession |spirit in which the principle of selective conscrip- of that cart, mother possessed a hired girl, a bux-|tion has been received by the people of this repub- It evidences a high quality of citizenship, a forget your first wife, or grandmother, or pay|degree of loyalty to the principles of our govern- day, but never Katura, having once’ met her. Ka-|ment and a spirit of willing self-sacrifice for the tura was the embodiment of emotion. She’d laugh | welfare of others as well as ourselves that, before at. anything, or cry at nothing, easily, and, as|the testeame, we would have hardly dared to as- when in her flood of tears she was a composite/sume. But the absolute fairness of the rule laid picture of the Horse Shoe Falls and the emptying|down and the almost perfect impartiality by of a tub of wash suds, the trust preferred Katura|which it has been applied by a lot of men, who are not getting due credit for their work on the regis- Well, in the gloaming, one day, the trust found |tration boards, satisfies the universal instinct for Katura resing on the kitchen steps and coaxed |fair play. Even if we could have raised an army She laughed | without resorting to the selective draft we would like a horse with oat straws in its nostrils, called |not have been as well off. “Sharing one another’s us boys her “deer leedle ponies” and enjoyed her-|burdens,” or the common burden, is begetting self greatly until. we—no, the trust—reached the|within ourselves as a people more than we had be; Then |fore of that for which we are fightnig—the spirit of true democracy. The Volunteer system would » Half-way orn you could fairly hear Katura’s|have accomplished comparatively little in that re- Hy GRO But this bill is supposed to produce the three and a half million who ten months from now Sure enough, war came on, Uncle refused to|are to make up, with those already over there, our recognize the patents and his chemists went to| proposed army of five million in foreign service. That is going to mean intensive work in prepara- case, it was found that some essential ingredient | tion and, unless the period from 81 to 45 produces or indispensable step had been omitted from the|soldiers more numerously than it is expected to, The specifications were|the call for men below 20 will not be deferred long. frauds, and the recipes wouldn’t work. Fine Teu-|Nor, indeed, should it be! for after single men and others above 31, having no dependents, have But our Amreican chemists did not lie down and |been called, upon whom should the country rely for weep! they went to work to discover why the|this service rather than those completing their blamed recipes wouldn’t work, and discovered why.|19th, 20th or 21st year, having no one dependent And then they took the/on them for support? HUN by the short hair by taking out domestic |of, the Union and the Confederacy chiefly com- patents, the HUN having invalidated his patents|posed. Among the advocates of 18-year age limit by fraud, and, hereafter, if the HUN gets his/are several members of the Senate who joined dyes and such into this country he’ll pay a nice/one army or the other “in the sixties” about the royalty to American brains. It’s a mighty fine in-|age of 18 or younger, including our own senior stance of boomerang, and although reminds us of |Senator who shouldered a musket on the Union side when only a little over 18. That the government does not, however, intend weeks, a trust was formed in a certain suburban|to call the youngest registrants into training Tommy Wilson and|camps first is further evidenced by the provisions Bobbie Smith were two-thirds of the trust and we|made by which students of draft age may be given There were no Thrift Stamps in|in the schools and colleges military instruction those days and so the trust put its first accumula-| without taking them away immediately from their Of such were the armies boys of a certain division now famous were not coming back because they, had had enough of-it; they were be- ing brought on stretchers, wounded, | gassed, shell-shocked, to an<advanced | dressing station. Some seemed just teeth to holdwback the moan of pain. |” “Hard luck, pal?” said a doctor in- terrogatively, as the bearers set down a stretcher in the courtyard. The boy shrugged his shoulders, ac- tually shrugged them as, well as he could, bundled up: in that stretcher, and grinned wanly. “Comin’ fine if I can get you fellers to save that foot. She’s ‘smashed plenty. If you can’t—all the same.” “We'll run you right in.” “Nix, bo, not (me. I’m gettin’ past all right, nothin’ but my foot. You Jest lemme be here and git busy with them guys that's hurt. I‘ni on ‘the waitin’ list.” ‘esi Here Are Men. That -was-one boy.; He ‘bélonged’ to an outfit that bears a name-far and wide for ‘Being boiled hard, Tough birds, you. hear them called, rough- talking boys with the crust outermost. If you had seen them a month before or two months before, when they had not had their purifying in blood and fire, you would not have prophesied that they would hold back inisuffering to wait for one in greater: suffering to be cared for first:. It» was, an.at- tribute that was not apparent to the casual eye. Hard-boiled, you “would have agreed, and you ‘might: have felt a trifle sorry. for the enem.ythat had to encounter them. “But you would not have sootd ‘by with 'tears:in your eyes—not in your eyes, but rolling down your cheeks—ahd have muttered again and again,.“‘Here are.men!” But now they had felt the scorching breath of war. Suddenly they: had been dropped into the furnace and had come out with dross burned away. Something had happened. They were still hard-boiled. Their language was made up of the same words, but the words had takenon a’ new Meaning, their very faces had taken on a new aspect. In spite of blood and grime, and the discoloration and.burn of gas, you could see that something was present there which “had been: ‘absent before—until you could not.see at all for the flooding of. your ‘e¢ “I got mine ’ * * No use—sport * * * Can't do—nothin’:\for—me * * * Git—busy. with some.of them boys—you kin—help.” ‘ , thing that had- been burned nto their souls by the hot bréath of war. They had forgotten themselves. Jim was not thinking of Jim, but of Mike, Mike was not thinking of Mike, but.of Jack. Each passed it on. « jee sing station was ‘sma’ They were coming, back out of the uated. 1 hot blast, of the great battle—those|the groans you heard cheery, gritty, * */one never to be forgotten by those throughout France and one day to be. rgd Charlie makin’ it? famous throughout the world, They |know? boys. One could sed them grit their | Ought. to. (1) Alfred Stekes, ¥. M.-C. Ay pas sing out smokes to wounded at advanced dressing station. Stokes taries have carried their supplies five miles through communicatién trench es to distribute them at front. hospital with wounds recelyed, while helping men In battle. (8) Clarence B, Kelland, American novelist, now Red Triangle worker, in front-line trenches with smokes and eats tor the boys. By CLARENCE BUDDINGTON KEL- many must lie outside until the men ’ L. 5 who were taken in first could be evac- You heard groans, but amid words. “Oow, that damn leg. * Anybody | I seen him git it * * * Oow * * ¥! “They just took wasn't sayin’ much.” “Say, them stretchér bearers ought to git the Croy de Gerr, them birds See ’em fetch, me back! with them shells bustin’ like it was rainin’? And would they hurry? Not a damn bit.. I hollers to them to git a move on or they'd git busted one on the dome, but that. little shrimp says for me to mind my own busi- ness, he was carryin’ that stretcher + * * Afraid if he hustled he’d| shake me up and hurt me some. Can you beat that? * * * QOow!” “Two of them stretcher bearers were Y. M. C. A. guys. What they doin’ in that game?” Y Men Aid. “Volunteered, one of them told. me, Tasked him. He's been workin’ up in that dressin’ station right where she’s happenin’ ever since this busted out. I seen. him there. Hain’t had his clothes ‘off for a week. Looks to me like he’s about ready to crack. But he’s always there with a cigarette or Charlie in. He a cupful of coffee, or a cake of choco- } late. Now he’s totin’ stretcher * * '* Needs a stretcher himself, seems as though.” “You're next, son,” said a lieuten- ant doctor. “Where'd you get it?” “Leg and a chunk somewhere in the chest.” “Out of luck.” 2 “Out of luck nothin’. Didn't I bay- onet three of them Germans before they got me? Bh? *.* * Luck.” The story goes ‘that this division | broken leg. was called upon to stop the rush. of five times its number. The storyg oes farther and says they not only stopped the rush but caused a movement in the other direction. It Was not an affair of hours but of days, days of constant, bitter, hand-to-hand fighting with horrors added by the Hun that no American soldier has ever been called upon to face. But they had dammed the flood; had even swept it back for a little, and they were proud. Spzit of Altruism But their achievement on the field was not the great thing that came into view in those days. .It was the spirit that flamed up in their hearts not merel ya spirit .of courage, of daring. of heroism against odds, but a caust those hard-boiled boys had got- ten it, and the manifestations of it fore the dressing station made he spot who witnessed it.” A hurry call was sent to the dis- tant Y. M. C. A. “Can't you do. something for these boys that are being brought in here?” the officer in charge demanded. “What can we do?” “Something to eat and smokes. Cof- man more good than anything else. Do you, know, some of those boys have been out there in that for two tack!" So the Y sent its men and its trucks and made coffee; it brought. such fruit as it could; it carried chocolate bars. . “Here you are, sport.” said one of them, coming ‘into the “Here's a cup ofschocolate.” The boy raised nimself painfully on his elbow and reached for the cup— then he motioned it away. “I hain’t hurt much—and there's a lot of. guys here that’s messed bad. You haint’ got enough to go around. Git busy.” “I've got smokes and hot chocolate for every man. Go ahead.” “Honest? I won't be robbin’ none of them birds?” “Honest.” Boy Is Transformed The boy drank—and was trans- formed. He lay back with a cigarette and the expression on his dirty face was such a reward as few men ever earn. “That's livin’,” he said softly. One boy was brought in with a It had been an accident and not a wound won in battle. He had gotten in the way of a motor truck. “Jest fix me up out here what you can,” he said. “You get to the hospital, son.” “Nix. | Hispital’s for those fellows that’s hurt. I just got a busted pin. You fix me here and leave me here * * * When you get a chance.” Somewhere, some time, they had all gotten: this thing. It had come to them out of the flame and crash of battle; it had been carried to them on clouds of searing, noxious gas; it had awak- ened in them through suffering and through the sight of suffering. They were the same, yet they were not the same. They were not gentle, yet one spirit o faltruism, of love for the other fellow. Somewhere in that holo- fancied he could detect a gentleness. in their voices. But out of the battle and the suffering, something better than they had ever known came to them. There was utter ignoring of self, and it was a thing wonderful to witness. More Than Gane the language,” said & CAptain surgeon. “Game won't’ do, ~These boy: something more than game. that night in the little courtyard be-j fee. A bite and a smoke do a wounded | days with nothing to eat but hard-;held it in his own, and he whispered courtyard. | between his lips, with his eyes closed, | “We've Bot to hayyja:new wordl in|) standing with pouch. (2) Y.M. C. A. secre. The man standing is Earl Balleu, now in fering and the scenes of bloodshed, wiped his eyes. ‘“They’re—why, damn it all, they’re something! Nobody was ever like them!” One man lay inside on a mattress on the floor. His chest was rising and falling as he struggled for breath. “He’s on his way,” said the doctor toa Y man who was acting as orderly, nurse, assistant, anything. The Y man went over and touched the boy’s forehead. “How about it, old man?” he said. | “Kind of—lonesome * * * May- 'be you—could sit—here till—” The Y man sat down and a/hand struggled toward him. He took it and wake. | | | | ;to the boy a moment. Maybe it was a prayer. Whatever the words, it was a prayer. The wounded man lay still, {his hand in the hand of the friend |who had come to him in his last dark |moment—his last glorious moment, |He was giving his utmost for his coun- \try, The Y man sat still until the x hand grew limp .and lifeless in his # own, and then he moved away to oth- er errands, for it was a night demand- i jing much of men. 4 | The courage of the battlefield seems \ to be a common commodity; but the ‘i courage to bear pain without flinch- |ing; to realize the approach cf death aS without crying out; to reach a mo- fy ment when you. know you must face } life maimed, without arm, leg, eye— 4 and. not. to curse with blank rage or $ cry out with despair—that it another 4 kind of courage. But it was there. t | Not one man had it, but it seeemed as if al Ithose wounded had it—it was not the gameness of the bulldog. It was something that had to do with the soul. It was, greatness, it was fineness, it was-a thing that compell- ed the watcher to.uncover his head ‘ and stand bared in its presence? They were Americans. Perhaps it was their birthright. More likely it was a new thing; newly born of the day and the business of the day. Whatever it was, whenever and how- ever it came, it was present. This has been written with repression, with . ja striving for understatement, with a e. wish to tell the truth. The thing was fa there. They brought it back with ; is ; them. ¢ |. “How are.you making it, 1 ? re sport? Here's a cup of coffee.” “You come around to me aftetr you have given some to the boys -over there. They need it.” That is what was there. It has read something new into the meaning of the words American soldier. As the . doctor said, some new word must be coined to designate it. It was born of battle and. agony. * Write for our booklet shi a " fares ahd'big salaner for talegraphersr he Uen: ERR gate Pout of woot tse sree