The evening world. Newspaper, June 19, 1918, Page 14

ee Sis 4 4 j i omy ANS WEDNESDAY, 1918 Ways of French Barber Prove “Much Too Much” | For American Soldiers JUNE 19, —7 What They Used to Get Here They Didn’t Get There, | But What They Didn't Get Here They Got There, | and Then Some. But, Anyway, He Couldn’t| Talk to ’Em and That Was Some Consolation, Even if He Did Want to Rouge Their Lips! F you are nursing an idea that at 6ome time in the near future you are coming to France, start right now and collect all the razors you can get your hands on, is the advice of Seth F. Bafley, writing for Stars and Stripes, published by our troops abroad. Don't stop with razors, but ‘bring along all the loowe shaving sticka, brushes and talcum powder you am cram in your barrack bag. After riding all night in a misplaced refrigerator, my outfit tanded {m @ Mittle village in France I'd gone ten days without a shave, and when ‘we'd Gnally located for the night, Buck Sears came up to me rubbing his face with bis right hand “How's your whiskers? he enya. “Mine's #0 tal they're all fallin’ over.” “Aint you got no resor™ I saya “Plumb forgot to bring one,” says Buck, like he wes down in « well semewhere. “We'll see’'t we can find a barber,” J enya. ‘Now, if you don’t know what to look for over here, you've got @ Job @ your bands trying to find it. We went into alleys, back doors, front @oors and even landed up in a cellar, but we failed to find a barber shop. Presently 1 saw a man through an open door whetting @ razor. He ‘wan waing his shoe for 2 strop. Over the door was a sign “Coiffeur.” “Here's a koffor,” 1 eays, reading the sign. “We'll try him.” Finally the artist stops whetting. “Raser,” he says, turning- around and Jooking me over. “Ou bien cou- per les cheveux?” “I want a shave,” T saya “Sure,” I says, “I want my face washed. Do you think I want to go home lookin’ like this?” But he goes on putting Mx hone Ho looked bewfdered. and hoe (way like he didn't hear ma. “A mhave!” Ibarks at him, “Shaye!"| “Go on an’ wash your own face,” He peomed to get mo. Ho took the [Saye Buck, “you'll feet more like walk- rarer and made motions of cutting |!n’ back to camp.” So I did. wie bis Gene’, After I'd got my face washed and ‘Then the trouble started. He wrap-|‘red, he grabs something from a handkerchief around my shoul-| table and points it at ame boat tucked one corner down the| ‘Lok out—he may have that thing back of my mock and began spread. | loaded" Buck warns me. kag Ole lather ithe whitewash But he was too late. It was loaded, His next act wan to seize the razor, | ll right, with some kind of hair tonic Never did he offer to soften my|F S°mothing. When he turned it on bed rsdhery balla ahs pallaad age act powder puff like Sister Suste tugs to prhoestiy Gatied vey head back unt) {Church with her. It’s soft and fuzzy . i + | and tickles my face. ‘ evens bert 4 beagpegarn Buck lot out a howl and I looks Wever will 3 to ‘el sayin be “lover to see what's happened, He's utes of torture, eo iad Lib got this front chair barber by the and puffing neue ot bara er, |*8itt collar and he's getting ready to any time to inquire as to is suffer- choke him, , ag “Here!” I says, “that won't do. Ne ey eee eee ae ne eae | That's no.wey to act Ins man's be tileaae ee te cme {0 piace of business! What's the ou've ecard 4 0 trouble, anyway?’ shipping hepa beiregers hethedsd “Never mind what's the trouble,” pe csbtp cys eacan tastes eS any Buck says; Jet's pay ‘em and get i out!" Sar hes Sr eee oe So I gave Artist No. 1 a 5-franc note bow pollen Matha know, of coures, | hat I'd got on the boat and gut it all te it Br hale oS then) : "| back in change but half a frang, jy Peabo the job Teas done, at} | Which he had the nerve to retain for but having my face washed, I waited | Prmsecution fees. aa for the hot towed while my face What happened in there IT asks burned like a nest of bees had lit Buck when we were out in the street on it. again. I looks around and my friend got} “W: he says in low tones, “do i | you know what that bird tried to do @ pan of water in front of mo and Hb wad going to, pane tay of that “re to me? fips with some tors use to mal RIGHT HERE IN NEW YORK When Bob, the Bobtail Cat, Bobbed Up at the Food Show —Well, He Gave Up Nine, All His Lives, at Once Conserving Food. By Hazel V. Carter Copyright, 1918, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) BRE'S the tale uf @ cat—a bobtail cat—so the tale's short. “Bob,” said €at, curls up out at the Grand Central Palace. And life to Bob is just one —— show after another, Was life til the Food Show opened up last Saturday. Then Bob uncurled and began to take notice, Me sneaked upstuirs yesterday and sniffied his matinal sniff prepara- tory to his 157-course luncheon, And the first thing he smelled was ham s«ndwiches from over in the direction of the National League for Woman's Service Canteen. Behind the counter women in blue caps and aprons were buttering bread and sticking slices of ham in between, “Mee-ow,” said Bob—with the accent on the "me “That poor cat's hungry,” said a canteenctte, and she tossed him a slick slice ef ham, It slid down whole, And Bob moved on, He moved over to a domonstration booth where Mrs, Storer was demonstrating "62." “Put mixture In greased shells," Mrs, Storer was saying, “and cover with buttered crums." While she baked it for fifteen minutes in a mod- erate oven, the crowd of professional samplers waited to sample. And Rab waited too, While thirty-two women and one lone man fastened their eyes on the bigest sample that smoked out of the oven, Bob fastened a feline gaze on the woman nearest whose outstretched white glove had & grasping grip on plate and xpeon Just as the birgest sample making motions like he was washing bis face. stuff ace Or rather, such Went into her waiting plate Bob satd something, suddenly and loud, It sounded like “mee-too.” The woman screamed and dropped her plate, Bob put a some excalloped-corn-with-oysters-a-la-Hoover amd wended his way. He licked up the leavings of cottage cheese prepared in nine different ways and he tested all the corn products, He lingered around the cold @torager and he smacked his chops over sugar substitutes. He followed & Mob of echool kiddies who were luc to tip the scales too low and get treated to a wlass of mik, And the milk had a habit of spilling, Reb cleaned up the grease spots and took on weight, And then something terribl> happened, Bob struyed over to where they Hoover-tze fats into soap. Its fatty when it gore in—and soapy when it comes out. And how could a bobtail cat cot wise? y enc “Here, kitty!" called a deadly Bothe. And he tomed Bob a slimy chunk. Boh swallowed it, It was course 157—the end of a perfect day. Slowly-—very slowly—Bob »'i¢ away. And somewhere in Grand Cen- tral Palace last night Bob was found cof and stiff When they devise a badge of honor for the stray dogs that are going to give their lives consuming poisonous gases, they might pass one along te the grave of Bob— “The Bobtail Cat—Who Died Conserving Food." Sere mga eee as a With the American ‘Army in France FOURTH OF A SERIES OF SKETCHES DRAWN “OVER THERE” BY P. D. BROWN, U.S. A. Capremens 191% Pree Vuldianing Cat (N,V Merwing Wertly Its Sure aaa 2.0) see that 4 ge d ‘no mayne er ou erg = C 4 dss tells private Jenks ! who has yust dane fatue of | on sick rvpoxt wit Z @ bad foot that tor forth+the fact Jenks is “Gol ang (play Sick ~~ Short Skirts As They’re Growing Shorter Every Year, That May Be the Reason Why Rural Tourists Check Their Blinders at the Railroad Station Before Hiking to the Flatiron Corner, Where “the Wind Bloweth as It Listeth’’—But That’s No Good Reason Why the War Department Should Invite the Men to Give Up Their Binoculars and Opera Glasses to the Navy. BY ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER. Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World). doubt the patriotesses will cut their 1919 skirts out of old gloves. HE wind bloweth where it listeth, Meaning that you can’t tell Good idea. Suggests a use for a cancelled postage stamp. Just tack 7 which direction a flea Is going to jump by the way Its ears @ hem on it and call it a war ekirt are pointed. You can't figure the pulling power of a tugboat Don't know what the idea is, Skirts ean't get much shorter and by the nolse of its whistle, The wind bloweth where it listeth, Which @till be called skirts. Might be a good way to defeat the Germans, is Hindustan for you can’t tell the depth of a well by the length of a Invite ‘em over here. When their eyes pop out, knock ‘em off with a pumphandle, You can't judge soup by the sound. The wind bloweth little silver hammer, where it listeth. It skeeters up Fifth Avenue, scoots around the Flat- Chance for the soldiers to show that we are all Nttle Americans iron bungalow and rattles skirts around like the wallpaper in @ coun- together. Girls been knitting sox for eoxless soldiers. Now the try hotel. It buzzes up Broadway among the silks and satins, Which eoldiers can knit skirte for ekirtiess girls. ts the reason why a rural tourist always checks his blinders at Penn- Looks like there won't be many pairs of smoked glasses sold this wylvania Station with his eatcbel, ’ year, Strange business, but the breeze hounds who dangle around the Flatiron Building are the gaine exempt guys who ean't read C BX M War's Taman b> Sisal Cuts ZWQKSG J cards in the recruiting offices, If Local Board No, 987 ever lamped some of their astigmatic clients spraining a set of flat-eyed lamps around Mr, Flatiron's shanty they would plead guilty with no extenuating circumstances, Y M X W business is no way to test a gent’s eye sight, That's the bunk. Take the fish who claim they can’t eee a barn from the inside right down to the Flatiron residence and keep one mitt on their pulse. That'll sharpen their eysight so that they could see through the eye of @ needle over a transom, It’s the only official lamp test, and it looks as if the Government intends to adopt it. Otherwise, they wouldn't be cooking up those new laws about Hooverizing on dress rations, Government wants the ladies to wear their ekirts shorter for the duration of the war. That must be the reason why the War Department wants the men to give their (binocu- lara and opera glasses to the navy. Wasn't © long ago that Scientists claimed that the long skirts were unhealthful, They dragged along the macadam and collected germs. [Different now, Germ couldn't get on a skirt without turning in a fouralarm fire and asking the hook and ladder wagon to give him a boost, Skirts are twelve inches away from the ground and ehrinking every year, Still, i¢ shorter skirts will win the war, no will soon affect every kitchen! pots and pana, in New York City; Indeed, in all} Kitchen utensils assert utensils is predicted, At the ments add to their difficulties. products for use in hospitala and AFTER THE ACCIDENT. cantonments, “Jack proposed in an automobile." These demands amount to half the “Indeed.” normal output of the thirtyafive langest factories in the country, so —Boston Transcript Supply of Pots and Pans} times trom the intense mueune a "TF Government's tremendous in addition to conserving food, the AL orders for artillery and shells|thousewife must economize on her ‘Tho manufacturers of that the America. Steel is the prime necessity | shortage is entirely due to war con- in war making; !t 1s also the ma-|ditions, There ts a scarcity of other terial from which pots and pans are|matertals in addition to stecl, besides mapufactured, and as military needs|which labor is hant to obtain, and] or take precedence, a shortage in those; fretght embangoes and slow hip same time that the supply of sheet|the past American housewives have steel available for the manufac-| bought $60,000,000 worth of kitchen turers of gulvanized and enameled|and household ware each year, but ware is being reduced, the Govern-/ until conditions become normal again ment is placing large orders for their | this demand will have to be reduced. “and I accepted him in the hospital.” | she summarizes the four years of war Pet Monkey a Real Mai For “‘Sister Glory Hanco Nurse Under Fire at F ! For Four Years Was Constant Companion of can Wife of British General, Who Won | tions for Brave Service on Belgian Fra Who Came Unscathed Through Three Fy + and Numerous Bombardments. Copyright, 1918, by The Press Pubfishing Co. (The New York Even \7 IX years ago Madeline Battle persuaded her father to all > journey to New York. Asheville, N. C., did not.offer a goo nursing—at least as good as the Presbyterian Hospital. afterward she graduated. Today she is spending the last few hours of her official leav Belgian front at the Waldorf-Astoria. For four years she has to the dying, and nursed the wounded Belgians, at 40 cents a da \ She has been in the thick of three retreata, King George of England and King Albert of Belgium have rated her. Because of her untiring and valiant service at the Mons the Belgian King conferred on | her the Order of Mons. He also gavo her the Order of the, Crown. She is the, proud possessor of | the Croix Civique, She earned this by helping to move 130 wounded Belgians from Antwerp to Ca- lais when the Boches were on their heels. | The Croix de Guerre and the Chevalier of Legion of Honor are hers also. She is married to | Brig. Gen. Hancock, | who is serving under Field Marshal Doug- las Haig with the British Army in | France. During the | four years she has | consecrated to the work in Belgium she has seen her | husband and young son but occasionally. Her boy of thirteen {s so imbued with the soldier spirit that he has risen to the rank | of Corporal in the first rifle team of | the Cadet Corps at | Brighton. He is look- ‘ ing forward to the day he can join daddy. Because of her wonderful work in the trenches and first a} d | stations, as well as in the field hospitals, the Be her “Sister Glory Hancock.” ‘The only element which “Glory”| has allowed to break In on the) merely done what thous: | seriousness of her work has becn the fondness for her pet monkey. “Bella- | donna,” as she was named, was pro-} sented to “Glory” by a sailor from! sess a hypnotic influence, Madagascar, The monkey has passed eral weeks an English through the same hazards ber! lowed her everywh owner. Fragments of shrapnel have| the Belgian battlofields. missed her by inches. To-day she is| has never left he the most miserable monkey in New|/ries her pet in a small | York because she cannot get her| understands every comm, usual Belgian meals of bananas and| ters and appears to be n wild butterfiles, The Waldorf can est troudie to her. supply the fruit, but ber owner de-| No one can induce clares it isn’t the same. The wild but-! cock to tell of the suffe| terflies are absolutely not procurable. HKelgians. It” The monkey longs to get back to the declares, Several days firing line, ‘tempted to relate al “Glory” Hancock first met her hus-! German barbarity to son band in Bermuda, where he was sta-| Asheville who had ase toned with the Royal . Fusileers,! ner honor. She broke d Later, when her husband was ordered{1t was too much for hem to India she accompanied him. At the It was not long after si time af the bubonic plague there,! an Atlantic port last we when British soldiers were dying at| visited her girlhood rol the rate of 100 a day, “Glory” stuck | mot at the station by tha to her husband and rendered invalu-|jina_ troc who cheered able aid. they were hoarse, The Mrs. Hancock was about to sail|band serenaded her unt! again for India when the Huropean|was reached. To-p war broke out, She cancelled her| the official ten days’ Passage and announced her intention |on American soil will be of joining the Br Red Crvos.| interest some of the age! They were ¢ager to get "Glory." Her| Wilhemstrasse to learn frst bit of service was at Antwerp.| sails, but it cannot be divu One of her associate nurses was killed | story. } when she stepped out into the hos-| In giving time to relatin pital yard for @ moment of rest.| tacts “Cory” Hancock gracto\ “Glory” has seen adjacent hospital! cused hersclf from friends wW ry beds to the one over which she minis- | travelled miles and miles to on tered shattered to kindling wood.| her before she goes to the from, Falling glass and huge splinters of | of these friends she has not see roofs have fallen all abeut she & uated from the Pras Hospital “Glory” Hancock has gach ing manner and soothing we speaking it hardly seems mn for her to resort to bandages tending to the sufferings of wounded, Uory" Hancock comes nat of her desire to get into the thi the fray, Her father is a pai sistant surgeon of the United Navy and also a retired. BH Neral in the National Guy rth Carolina Ineo his day re) Igian soldiers r en would have liked to ha shall be "Glory sh side. 4 all too e her at which the Germans subjected the Bel- n towns. But she has never boen tually wounded. She appears to bear a charmed life. She has sut- fered from acute influenza because of the enforced privations of the battle front. She knows what it is to go for @ month without having her clothes Tho Intense activity of New York, the crowded trams, the well filled buses—all these are a great surprise to “Glory” Hancock, who has lived among people who cannot even afford} has been in Belgium Dr. Battle the necessities, convinced himself he, too, want She marvels at “things as usual.”| (#0in smell the powder, He is She does not wish it otherwise, She or he can tee eee "s in thunderstruck at the change. country, He would of course In questioning her about her work| With the American forces, hee be near bis daughter who wi month wi be once ms: service in these fow words “I have a war numer, "°° More carol) 4 tar] sal