Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 182, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 August 1915 — STORIES from the BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Suburb of Chicago Finds Itself in the War Zone

CHICAGO. —Morgan Park unconsciously slipped into the war rone the other day—and slipped right out again. The woods at Prospect avenue and Groveland court bore a near appearance to a European battlefield. There

were two lines of trenches, in front of which the earth had been piled up In superdefenses. Projecting from loopholes in this earthwork were the barrels of rifles. Twenty boys, armed to the teeth, filled the opposing trenches. The German eagle waved over one trench and the flags of the allied powers flew over the other. The forces were evenly divided, and It was evident from the tenseness of the situation In each trench that an

engagement was near. Then the unexpected—the element that turns the tide of battle* —happened. A number of men in blue uniforms were creeping op tn the grass in the rear of the allies 1 trench. They crouched behind trees and spied on the operations. At the moment when the commander of the allied forces started to lead his men out of their trenches in a desperate charge on the German position, the men in Slue rose and started another charge on their rear. "Uhlans!" shouted the little Bobby-make-believe, who was leading the charge of the allies. “We are cut oft from the rear! Fight your way through, men! Up and at ’em!" -Cowrac**!** shouted a youthful figure that appeared suddenly on top of the German trench “The enemy has re-enforcements. Beat it." “Stop the war in the name of the law,” shouted Police Lieut Charles E. Bums, who was leading the line of blue. "Surround them, men. Capture them alive, but let no man escape." The war was momentarily forgotten in the effort to elude the police. German and Briton, French and Russ mixed indiscriminately In the rush for liberty It was a rout Five of the warriors—allies all—threw down their arms and surrendered. Three flags, two rifles, three revolvers and some ammunition were gathered up and when the boys’ parents met the warriors in the police station a peace treaty was signed. The guns and cartridges were confiscated. The Haga and parts of uniforms were returned to their owners to be kept as relics to be cherished in later years.