Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 200, 3 July 1918 — Page 5

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A New Declaration of Independence It Comes From the Mouths of Guns "Over There"

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MRf. ELIZABETH THOMSON

Dear Mrs. Thompson: . I am twenty years old and have been going with a yonrfg man who is twenty-five years of age. We have gone together for about six months, but now he has gone to camp. He has been there about two weeks and I have received one letter. I would like very much to have a picture of him. Would it be proper for men to write and ask him for one? If so, how should I ask him? ANXIOUS. War times turn conventions topsy turvy. It would probably please the young man to have you say that you would like a picture of him in uniform If he has any. Under normal conditions a girl should not ask a man for his picture. Dear Mrs. Thompson: I am a girl of seventeen. My parents are dead ajad I make my home with my married sister. She is very mean to me and says she wishes I would leave. I haven't enough money to leave. If you were In my place what would you do? UNDOUBTFUL. Until you are a few years older It would bo best for you to work in a private home where you would have

your room and board and additional money. If you are ambitious you can go to night school, too, and learn stenography or some other line of business. Housework is much better for a very young girl than work in the business world. Dear Mrs. Thompson: I am a girl twenty-three years old and have been going with a man for five years. He is two years my senior. We seemed to be getting along pretty well until all at once he left the country and be did not write very often during his absence. He has given me several rings for Christmas pre.sents. The last evening I was with him I asked him to take the rings back, but he said I should keep them and that he had not anything against me. Now he is going to leave for camp. Would it be proper to keep the rings, or must I return them to him? If so, should I write why I return the rings to him? MARIE. Unless you and the man love each other and expect to marry sometime you should return the rings. Girls should never accept jewelry from men unless they are engaged. Write to him and explain why you are returning the rings.

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THE TABLE. ' Corn Flour Griddle Cakes (from tha above menu) One and one-half cups corn flour, one teaspoon salt, threefourths teaspoon soda, one egg, one and one-half cups sour milk. Sift dry ingredients, add egg and milk. Beat well with a wire whisk, and drop by spoonfuls on hot griddle rubbed over with a piece of turnip. Southern Pone One cup milk, onehalf cup granulated Indian meal, onehalf teaspoon salt, one tablespoon shortening, one-half teaspoon baking powder, one egg. Scald milk and add gradually Indian meal, salt, and shortening. Cool slightly and add egg, well beaten, and baking powder. Turn into a greased baking dish and bake in a moderate oven Ihirty-five minutes. Cut in pie-shaped pieces for baking. Conservation Baked Brown Bread Two cups corn flour, four cups cornmea!, one rounding teaspoon soda, one level teaspoon salt; sift all together.

Combine three cups buttermilk with four tablespoons dark baking molasses and into this stir the dry ingredients until a smooth, very stiff batter results. Fill bread pans two-thirds full and bake one hour in moderately quick oven, covering with inverted empty pan during first half hour in order to prevent the top crust becoming so very hard. Corn flour is quite as satisfactory as

wheat flour as a "binder" to prevent crumbling.

This makes two medium sized loaves of slightly closer texture than the usual "steam two hours, bake one"

formula. Serve warm or cold. If to one loaf you add one teaspoon ginger, half teaspoon . cinnamon and

two-thirds cup sugar, a very palatable

ginger bread results. Sour milk and soda or sweet milk and baking powder may be used if a rounding tablespoon of shortening is added.

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TWENTY-EIGHT CHILDREN Sally's pavilion was one of a group of unpainted board "shacks" with tarpaper roofs surrounding a central stone building, once somebody's home, now an operating room, bureau, storehouse and surgeons' quartere. Because a family had once lived there there was a bit of garden and some neat paths with borders of flowers that had not quite died. From the outside the place looked cheery enough. Inside "Shack 3" were twenty-eight Iron, fourteen along each wooden wall. In them lay men of varied ages and types and tempers all brothers in Jbravery aIul suffering all among the

desperately wounded. Some of the figures on those cots were grotesque io shape, bulging with protective casts and splints. Some scarcely made a mound under the bedclothes, so thin their pain-worn rrames. Some were bearded and bulky, rough men with vulgar tongues. A few were girlishly youthful, with big eyes in which was still the dazed wonder of war. There was even a black face among them a huge fighter from one of the French-African provinces. And an Arab, a young, lithe creature with burning eyes and the war cross pinned to the wall above his head.

Sally loved them all, though some more than others, from the stripling in cot No. 1, who had fought like a demon on the battlefield and now cried incessantly for his mother, to the raging old poilu, once a huckster in the street of Paris, ' who clamored to return to the front line with his left arm gone. And how they loved Sally: "Petite mere de mon coeur," the young Arab called her in his quaintly accented French. "And what can the big baby do for his little mother today?" the grubby ex-cabman in cot 7 would greet her each morning. "Get well, my Infant," Sally would answer with her gladdest smile, though aware he could not. And he answered gayly: "Done! I am ilready hauling wood for the cook's stove!" knowing quite

j well he would never see again so

mucn as tne outside or the gruo tent. Sally soon learned that merriment in a French war hospital is as necessary as soup and bandages. She set herself immediately to dig from her memory every joke and quip and funny tale she'd ever heard and retell it over and over in her rusty French. . "You might as well kill a wounded poilu right off," wrote Sally to her sister, "as not to joke with him. He will jest to the very last, which sharpens the pathos beyond all tell-ine."

Sally's long-unused French once

quite scintillating, or so they thought at college now gave her much vexation. Polite, drawing-room French was one thing, poilu French another! Not only was it idiomatic to the nth degree but full of slank and play upon words, so that Sally was at a loss many times to understand her "babies' " badinage. One day, however, from bed 27 some one went out into the little cemetery with the crosses. And. a new one came to occupy the place. This new one was different from all the rest. An hour after he came out of the operating room he opened his eyes, looked at Sally, smiled and greeted her with the phrases and manner of one conversing in a ballroom. Sally answered in her best French, but with some error which caused the handsome face on the pillow to twist into a comic mask. "Ugm!" he gasped, then added in perfect English, "That one so lovely should speak bad French! Beautiful lady with the sunshine hair, I will teach you. I hnve not known Fifth avenue for nothing." And with the merry words upon his lips he fainted from pain and weakness. Sally tended him, only to be interrupted by a thin lad in the adjoining cot who began to wander in delirium, reaching out his arms to her and crying plaintively, "At, Marie, so it is you at last, my soul " and she turned to comfort him and try to be "Marie." So it went on day aftr day, fighting death and saving life, winning victories, comforting, sustaining, laughing when all could see, crying when none could see. ' And the more yeoman labor there was and the more problems and obstacles and perplexities the more deeply was Sally's own trouble was buried. "My twenty-eight children have cured it," she told herself firmly. And tried to believe it true. Love and Hell. The man in rot 27 puzzled Sally despite her lack of time to indulge in mysteries. But one couldn't help being puzzled at 27. His blondness in the first place, made him different from the rest. His fluent, perfect English,.' hi3 hands, which showed shapely, fine and well kept once the grime was scrubbed from them. A man of birth and breeding obviously, and of wealth, for his few possessions were of quality and costliness. He had a small, closeclipped fair mustache, a lean jaw and he was always

Salvador Girl to Become Debutante

Miss Margarita Zaldivar.

Miss Margarita Zaldivar, daughter of the minister from Salvador, has sailed with her father for that country, where they will spend the summer. She was a graduate from Georgetown convent. t.hi3 spring and no doubt will be a debutante of the diplomatic circles this coming season.

fought for it. Life is cheap beside it. ) All these broken men are thinking of j

it of sweethearts and wives, and the

girls they've met. You are thinking of it, though you don't know it. Why not think of it? It pivots the world love, not work! , Tell me," he whispered, tensely, catching her hand with his hot fingers, "Will you love me? I will get well if you will love me." It was terrible, with his blue eyes searching her face, his grasp that she could not shake off, and his voice his voice must have thrilled many women. Sally groped for words to quiet him, but suddenly she saw Dr. Rolf coming down the ward toward her. How quiet and strong and kind he looked. Then, glancing again into the feverish eyes of the man on the cot she murmured, "You must be good now, the doctor is here," and she touched his shoulder gently. No. 27 drew his breath sharply, glanced swiftly from Sally to Dr. Rolf. "So he is the man!" he breathed, relaxing his grasp and closing his eyes. That night he died. Of course it was only an episode one among many but it took toll of Sally's poise and. strength. "You've got to have a bit of rest," said Dr. Rolf to her next day, his kind eyes clouded with anxiety; "a furlough you must stay fit. I cannot spare you, Sally." And it annoyed Sally that instead of finding ready answer, the words of No. 27 went dinning through her mind: "No hell is deep enough to smother love." To be continued.

SOUTH CAROLINA SENATOR DIES

begging old Gaston, the limping orderly, for a shave. What was he doing here pmrg these private soldiers? As Sa'ly moved about upon her endless duties. No. 27 followed her incessantly with his eyes. Fever-bright they were and ery blue. There is something so d'snu'eting in a persistent stare that one has to be. more or less than human to disregard it. even through a constant round of applying compresses, takinc temneratures. doling medicines and fetching water. Sallv tried to disregard it. but with onlv half success. No. 27 had three serious wounds a"d required utmost care. But- when Sally came to tend him he would a'wys say: "Dear, beautiful ladv, let Gaston do this. It is no work for you " "Nonsenee!" Sallv would answer briskly, applying the dressings with deft hands to his shattered side "Suppose all my chi'd - en were p "illy, how would I ever get them well?" "Is it so imnortant to get well?" "You know it ;'s." "Why?" "Because there is work to do." "Work to do! Well. I am tired of work just work." His eyes did not leave her face. , "Tell me, dear lady, with the love in your soul, are you here onlv for this work's sake? Ah. you wince. Forgive me. I did not mean to be cruel, I who suffer. Not here " motioning to his bound and plastered side,' "but here!" And he laid -his hand upon his breast. "Come, be honest! You are not seeking work, but to forget pain and find love!" "Hush please!" whispered Sally, distrait, her fingers trembling as she pinned the final bandage. "This is no place for such things." "Ah, how little you know, then, ma petite!" No. 27's voice was very low. "No hell is deep enough to smother love.. Love is of hardy growth. It lives even in the trenches. It springs up between red battles. Wars are

FOOD CONTROLLER FOR ENGLAND DIES

fFiy Associated Press) LONDON, July 3. Viscount Rhondda (David Alfred Thomas) the British food controller ,died this morning. Viscount Rhonda was the man who put England and most of the United Kingdom of Great Britain on rations and won the gratitude oven of the people whose food supply he regulated. Before he fichieved the task it was generally regarded as all but impossible. - Before undertaking that task, Rhondda had in 1915 organized the British munitions buying in the United States and Canada and put it on a business basis. Born at Adare, Wales, March 26, 1856, David A. Thomas was the son of a colliery owner. Succeeding to his father's business, he became head of the great Cambrian Combine which controlled many mines producing steam coal used by the British navy. He was elected to parliament from Cardiff and twice refused to be made a peer. Long before he began to figure in public life he was widely known in America as the "British Coal King." His favorite recreation was in farming.

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amw"" v.:-.; 1 ' Wag pm SENATOR BENJAMIN R. TILLMAN

2,000 K. of C. Secretaries . Wanted for Army Service

ambeau family still lives In the neigh borhood of Thore.

(By Associated Press) NEW YORK, July 3. A call for 2,000 field secretaries for immediate service here and abroad was issued today by William J. Mulligan, Chairman of the Knights of Columbus committee on war work activities. "We aim to have at least 1,000 Knights of Columbus secret spies in Europe before the middle of September," Mr. Mul!ig3a stated. He added, "Only whole hearted Americans, of more than draft ige, need apply."

Mrs. Michael Fitzgerald, of Port Richmond, Philadelphia, has five sons and a brother in the service.

Frenchman Who Aided U. 5. To Be Honored on Fourth

(By Associated Press)

Suits and Sport Coats Dry Cleaned

and Pressed

CARRY AND SAVE 25c PLAN Altering, Repairing and Pressing done by practical tailors JOE MILLER, Prop. 617J4 Main Street. Second Floor.

I PARIS, July 3. A Fourth of July

j ceremony will bo held tomorrow at the" j grave of the Count De Rochambeau, I commander of the French forces inj j America during he revolutionary war,)

in the cemetery at Thore near Blois. Gen. Pershing will be represented by five American officers. The De Roeh-

Dame Katherine Furse is Director of the Women's Royal Naval Service in Great Britain.

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