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The Brussels Post, 1918-6-6, Page 7r• LIA+LSif.tLa hiA0.'t1E,S OF111E R��tD CROSS strrnng and gndtc able it walls ubout, �Iflh .hut cmtrlcmnud for !Welt of ebUc+Y tc pass the long summer afternoons in had their shoes cut uff by the eur- Keene' knife before being brought to the hospitalon stretchers, now grown BEAUTY AND TENDERNESS Of WORK CARRIED ON. Some Brief but Touching Episodes in the Experience of a Red Cross Agent in Franco. i Whet a delightful thine; it would be if everyone who has given money or scene more personal gift, to the relief work of the Red Cross, could go nitwit tineeigh the homitals and came++ of France with one of the faithful au.ents wile distribute the in-: valuable, +supplies! ITe would see many sr 'hts that would bring tears to his eyes - tears of pity, and tears of srladness, too; be would feel as he cannot now—unless he is a person of extraordinary imagination—the full beauty and tenderness of the work this great soelety carries on; and he, would return to his home determined to give generously more this year than be has ever given before for: carrying on antl extending the service that. the Red Cross offers to the un-' fortunate and the suffering. Since' our readers cannot do that, they will he glad to react a few brief episodes in the experience of a Red Cross agent in France; they are taken from en article by an American worker,, Mr. Howard Copland: There is a new-fangled theory these i last few years about ,intra-atomic energy --unsuspected forces inside the. dull lead of the bullet that, if releas-. ed, would incredibly surpass the pal -I try force of its speeding fileht. Well, something like that emanates from the interior of these sm•prise hags; that the women of America have sent, to the wounded soldiers of France—, more than even the very kindest hearts that sent them ever put into them! I recall a crying man in a hos- pital of the fifteenth Region a few; weeps ago. Ile just stroked the lit- tle ittle hag all day long as it lay on the covers of his bed for three days be-. fore his death, taking out all the little objects end rutting them hack again' over and over, one by one. The last words he spoke were, "Il faut ecrire a retie dame" (I must write to the lady), and he held the card she had written close to his cheep as if whis- pering words of love to this person, the first, perhaps, who had shown ten- derness to him since the shattering of. his little home in the north of France, when he went to the trenches and his wife and daughter were deported into, slavery. , • Saved His Life. Die sultry hospital wards. Fortunate onus with enough money bought them- selves saute kind of footwear suffi- cient to piles the sentry. I remem- ber a nice old priest serving as a aurae who received the in his etocic- inged feet, and explained that he had lens' his :,hoes to one of the men So that he could go out for than drat time to the shade- by the river. I should have eo much liked to furnish shoes in all those poor, imprisoned men, but there were none among the wares 1 had with me; and as available funds for haying them were not so ample that year as now, I had to pass on, leaving the men patient and un- complaining, But, as I say, it is ever some little crevice or chink left in the path of the great steam roller cif a national administration that presents opportunity for our services. Errande of Mercy. Our task of distributing Red Cross wares to the little village hospitals is a very easy one. It is just: "Bon soir, Monsieur le Cure! Here aro some warm woollens for ,your wound- ed men to put on when they are well enough to be about, Here are some bandages, all sealed in these steriliz- er) tin boxes. No, there is nothing to pay; thousands of women have been knitting them for you over in America, thousands of miles away. No, there are no thanks clue to us from you, it's all the other way round; it's we who thank you for all the work you have been doing for us here in France these three years and more." And the old cure, or the rustic vil- lage mayor, looking bewildered as the beautiful flannels, bed linen and band- ages roll out from the automobile, crosses himself piously and stares at me in a kind of speechless awe as if I were a messenger straight out of the sky. Blue -clad men in bandages hobble out of the kitchen, their potato paring or their elishwashing still in evidence; the whole establishment like one large friendly family, begin to press my hand, and I am off apross country toward another hospital twenty miles away before the won- derful wares have been even rompre- heedecb Truly, every one of the little benevolte hospitals assures a gilt- edged investment for the American dollar, a dollar that in these cases not only epeeds to its mark with all its initial energy, but, like those "ex- plosive bullets" we hear about, sud- denly engenders an unsuspected and increased force when lodged in the bosom of the target. Hygienic Sinners, Many a shirt or a dollar's worth of The waitress who carries a napkin woolen sweater has saved a human under her arm and wipes off your life. I recall heading my motor car plate with it. across country against a cold, sleety The fruit -stand owner svho exhales rain one bitter day last winter and on your apple and polishes it on hie meet!ng a ,young soldier, who accept- sleeve. ed the proffered seat by my side. He The cook who tastes from the pot hail just come from the hospital,' and stirs with the tasting spoon. where he had been sent in the heat of The employer who does not supply the preceding summer,' and he had adequate sanitary facilities for his been trudging now through the snow help. with evidently the same clothes he The street car conductor who holds had worn then. He was an electric the transfer slips in his mouth. bellhanger from the part of France i The restauranC toothpick and the invaded. He had been invalided out cigar cutter. of military service, and had aslced The roller towel. that the railway ticicet always given The milkman who takes the temper - in such cases should be made out for ature of the milk with his finger, a town just behind us, because he The grocer who moistens his finger knew of an old employer there. But to lift the tissue paper he puts over the establishment, like many others, your butter. had been closed since the beginning The janitor or' porter who dry - of the war, and it was on a very sweeps the floor. faint hope that he was making his The great common public which way to the next town in search of spits, coughs, and sneezes "at large." needed eneployment. His poor body, --- -.----•- long enfeebled by illness and the To You in France. close air of hospital wards, was slink- Last night I dreamed of you big so that he could hardly speak. A thing so real—so very true; Now, lin future years, when all this Your glance, ,your smile, a little way horrible war shall have come to be to ,you had that once young musketeer only a Of humming certain aura when ,you blurred retrospect, if he has a proper . were sad, sense of proportion there will emerge The brave look in your eyes the clay from it the memory of a shirt, a ' you took my hand sweater and a few other woollen gar- i And said "Good -by" and sailed to menta, which will assume monument "No Man's Land." al proportions, For if he has survive ed that day, I am sure it was those ' I woke with tears of longing/then I humble garments that saved ' his thought, life, . , . Lack of ]Footwear. I recall a French town with ample parks and shade trees by a stream where for sono reason there had been an obstacle to the arrival of shoes for the men in hospital, and it was strict- ly forbidden that those not properly shod should go out of the building. "The victory must be won, though dearly bought— And I must smile and hide my bitter tears, And give ,you up, perhaps through all. the years, But maybe God will listen to me when I pray to bring you safely back again,I Every man is the architect orhis Here were scores of men who had I own fortune,— Sanest. .. Q AVIATORS ADRIFT FOR 80 ROU eogninoi,' said Moore, 'and now she's derided to go back and report,' "But that plane hadn't even seen RSChir epirita fell, We had been afraid of two thing''; being plebe(' up by neutral ships and interned or cap - OV timed by an enemy submarine. Now we even hoped that the encnteesthat anything would get us to end it all. "'A ellip would have to run as down before seeing use T said, "We sighted a trawler about it pan, Rescued After Pigeon Took word on Tuosday. She had post been chas- Uf Their ]'light. ing a submarine and so did not seem to take us very seriously at first, We The news les reached this Contin- waved at her for half an hour before eat of the rescue of an American na- she changed her course. We were val aviator and a British observer both too weals to stand up and Big, after they had clung for eighty huurs nal, We could only rise on our to the underside of a pontoon of their knees, Moore's hands were too swot- wrecked machine, The pilot, Ensign len to hold a handkerchief, but I had Stone, of Virginia, describes the har- kept my gloves an and was able to do rowing experiences of himself and his so. companion as follows: Too Weak to Take Line. " left our station in a British "Tate trawler moved warily around seaplane as pilot, with sub -Lieutenant us, but finally threw life preservers Eric Moore, of the Royal Naval Air at the end of a line, I yelled that we Service, as observer, at 0 a.m. Our were too weak to grasp it. She fin - duty was to convoy patrols. When two ally hove to, lowered a boat and lift- houre out, having met our ships com- ed us aboard. ing from the westward, we thought "Then we collapsed. we sightdd a periscope ahead and oI remember asking for a drink and turned off in pureuit. We lost our getting water. The skipper would let course. Our engine dropped dead at us talce only sips, but lie left a bottle 11,30 o'clock, forcing us to land on alongside of me and I drained it. He the surface in a rough sea. gave us biscuits, but we couldn't chew "We had no kite nor radio to call or swallow them. I asked for for assistance, so we released our peaches, and it almost seemed that two carrier pigeons. We tied a mess my dreams of them had come true age with our positions and the word when he shoved things between my 'sinking' on each. The first, the blue- lips. We felt no pain until our barred one, flew straight off and clothing was ripped off and blood reached home. But the other, which rushed into our swollen legs and was white -checked, lit on our machine arms. and would not budge until Moore "Moore lost six toes in the hospital. threw our navigation clock at him, CLUNG TO THE BO'1"POM OVERTURNED S1 M,LANE, Britleh Observer and American Pilot which probably upset him so that he failed us. "Heavy seas smashed our tail- planes, which kept settling. I saw that they were pulling the machine down by the rear, turning her over. We tore the tail fabric to lessen the impact of the waves. It wasn't any use to stop, The tail flat was smash- _ ed and its box Oiled with water. This Among ➢Iiliion's" of People, the Grim increased the downward leverage and rose her perpendicularly in the ail. Night had fallen, and the omnibus' on top of which I was sitting surged • 'noisily forward through streets of strange darkness, says a writer in a London paper. At intervals the pave - My feet turned black. "Every machine from the seaplane base and those from a station on the French coast had eearched continu- ously for aviators after the blue pigeon had homed, as slid all the pat- rols and destroyers in the area." WAR --THF. ONE TTiONGHT. Profitable Joy Rides. I believe that the family unumu>bile env el quite a little this summer in helping decrease the price of food in the city and at the None= time torn an extra dollar or two fur the farmer. Last year grapes, apples, and several other products that would have been wasted on our farm found their tvay to the city markets berau.se the trip could be wade in a few hours in the automobile, whereas it would have taken the best part of a day with a team. Besides, there was seldom enough at a time to fill a wagon, and as the things were perishable they could not be saved until a load was gathered. But as we had to go to the city any- way for various necessities, we aim- ed to have a small amount of produce on hand, and when sold this paid for our gasoline, our shopping, and some- times a little over. It didn't occupy any more room than the things we brought back, as it was fresh, and soba readily. So we had the apparently impussiblee-a pro- fitable joy -ride. If all farmers would' utilize their machines in this svay it, would perhaps help to clean up the farm surplus at a profit. The auto- mobile has ceased to be regarded as a "luxury, and its use can be extended to cover many of the little trips that tare still left to the slower horse-drawn veh tele . Handle Top With Care. "Can anything be done: with an old top which leaks m rainy weather?" asks a reader, who adds that the top is rather old and somewhat ragged lin appearance. Such a top can be patched, and with some care it meal perhaps last the rest of the season, but the best thing to do is to get a new one. t Since the top is a eunspicuots part of a car, a few suggestions euncern- ing ite upkeep may be helpful. If ' you wish the top to look well and give long service, handle it ae little as pas- ' silee. Either keep it up or keep it down meet. of the time, preferably the former. But if it is down and a storm threatens, don't wait until the storm breaks before raising the top. When putting the top down, fold each section between the bows carefully. It is the wrinkles and ridges that melts later on. Hasty handling cause breaks alit tease. A car owner of my acquaintance has never had the top of his touring ear down in the two years he has heti it, and it looks practicadly new. Care- ful driving to avoid overhanging branches, which are common en nar- row roads, is another help in keeping the top in good condition. ,zed c1 mbin u At 2.30 p.m. we caps g p the nose and 'over the top' to the underside of the pontoons. Left Without Food. "Our emergency ration had been in meat at our stile became visible, in til t t the back tut i I i from being carried down wn e a ,have thought ' Fro til n for nearly four days menti Fact is :ilea s Present e observers sea a the form of a we had been so busy trying to repair illumination p the motor and save ourselves from turning over that we didn't remem- a cone, from ber this until too late. When I from time to crawled aft for food Moore saw that wherefrom a it was onlyhelpingthe machine to and a pointing capsize. He yelled to me to come back Raid Shelter." and I did just in time to save myself. Four years th th til ug vague circle. The foggy rejected downwards, in a cowled lamp. And time we passed a lamp sharp -cut inscription arrow glimmered: "Air ago what should we of such an announce - m en o until picked up by it trawler we were 11 soaked and lashed by seas continua y and with nothing to eat or drink. We had nothing to cling to, and so to keep from being washed overboard we got upon tine same pontoon and hugged our arms about one another's bodies for the whole time. We suf- fered from thirst. I had a craving for canned peaches. Twice a drizzle came on, wetting' the pontoon. We turned on our stomachs and lapped up the moisture, but the paint came off with the salt and nauseated us. "Every day we saw convoys in the distance and vainly waved our hand- kerchiefs. We had no signal lights to use at night, Our watches stopped and we lost all track of time. We realized how easy it was for a sub- marine out there to escape being spotted. Rescuers Near, Then Vanish. "On Sunday night we spied a mast- head light and shouted. The ship heard and began to circle na. We saw her port light. She hearted straight toward us until within 100 yards, then when the crew were visible on the decic of the vessel she suddenly put I out her lights and turned away. "'She thinks we are 'Nuns,'" said Moore, "'I hope she does,' said I. Then they'll send patrolboats out to get us. We couldn't be worse off if we were Germans,' "But no rescue came. "On Monday afternoon a seaplane appeared from the east, It was ly- ing only 300 feet overhead, aiming down the Chanel, It seemed impos- sible that she couldn't sight us, for the air was perfectly clear. But she passed straight above without making Any signal, flew two miles beyond . and came back on her course, "'Her observer must be sending wireless about us,' I observed. "'Yes, that is why we get no re- . There are people who say we are singularly unaffected by the war. That is because the great changes which have been wrought upon our, life have come so slowly that we have, not noticed their fulness nor envisag- i ed their grotesquerie. But to glance back at the London of four years ago, is to perceive how we have altered.' Trivial things are the symptoms of the war's universality, On that amnibus I paid my fare to a woman, not to a man; and because of this circumstance I obtained my; ticket before I mounted to the top. Waitresses had served me at din- ner at the club, and served at least as well as our four -years -ago wait- ers, if not better. A girl worked the lift in the Tube. Girl -porters were on the station platform, A post -woman delivered my morning letters. A lit- tle telegraph girl brought me a tele- gram. While out walking this morn- ing I saw a brace of girl window - cleaners in trousers. In an illustrat- ed paper were photographs of girls on the lanai, in knickerbocker suits, And every here and there in town I saw girls in khaki. f Nothing can surprise us now, it; seems. We eat food at whieh four I years ago we should have turned up oar noses. Lo! it is good food; and, though there is little of it, we find we , remain healthy on that little. eVe pay for things with ba_knotes, and never miss the gold. We save matches. We allow ourselves to he taxed at the doors of theatres and i cinemas. We are charged a double. price for a smaller newspaper, and would go on buying it if it were quad- rupled in price and still further re- duced in size, And we think a year's' new taxes of ,!'113,000,000 "not )tad," ! And all the time, every minute of the day, one thought occupies the bacit of our minds ---one thought in forty million mindel Slam, Es E " One thought ---the war! I 31.-a„ fa) XD 113., Extra -"Gas" and Oil. A reader who is contemplating a long trip by motor says that the gas tank of his car holds only 10 gallons, and asks whether it would be well to provide fur additional gasoline etor- age. Filling stations are so well distri- buted over the country that anyone who travels the regular automobile routes will have no difficulty as far as gasoline is concerned. Merely as a precaution carry an extra gallon in a can as reserve supply. But the matter of oil is somewhat different. It is had policy to mix various kinds of oil in your crank ease, which you will frequently be obliged to d„ when buying a quart or so at a time as you go along. Carry a two -gallon can filled with the oil you have found most satisfactory. Use out of this can and replenish the supply with the same kind of oil when you can find it. "Record, Record, Who's Got a Record?" The hospital ward was big and bare, just a huge figure in officer's khaki on his daily inspection, or per- haps a nurse bending over some help- less form, broke the uniform same- ness of the rows and rows of white cots, In the centre of the room within earshot of all, a taking machine had been placed. To these wounded sol- diers this was a gift from the skies, for music will soothe the sick, cheer the lonely and brighten the lives of all its hearers. On this particular mourning "Silver Threads Among the Gold" had been played twice, "Annie Laurie" had been encored three times, while "Casey Jones," being the favor- ite, was played or the moving dial over five times. Can you blame the soldiers for mot receiving much in- spiration and cheer when just three records had been allotted their ward owing to such a limited supply? This is just one instance of the many that occur in our military hos- pitals and rest homes, throughout the country, where thousands of return- ed soldiers are being cared for and who have some sound reproducing machine or player piano, but a very poor and meagre assortment of re- cords or player rolls. Can you not start to -day looking through your cabinets and sort out the records that no longer interest you and have be- come useless. Think what it will mean to these various Soldier Homes and Hospitals to receive the selection of records that you have sent them, in care of your local branch of the Red Cross, So let's make this the record campaign for our country's heroes. Love. "els sweet to live where love doth reign, All life is holy, peaceful, calm, Our hearts are strong and 'tis in vain That sorrow strives to do us harm, For "T,ove is strong as death," they SOV. And leaves what nothing else can beer. in greatest trouble love will stay And bring us comfort, soothe our , care. Oh, life! what, pleasure multi there be Tn thee, if life were dine, forgot? For never ,toy, it seems to me, Could be where love abideth not. MAKI\G FORESTS FIREPROOF. Rangers Appeal to Public to Beep Lookout for Small Conflagrations. Several forest fires have already occurred in various parts of Canada this year. In practically every case the cause was traced to human hands—a tossed -away cigarette, a neglected campfire, or similar act that at the moment appeared trifling. Settlers anxious to burn their "slash" in the hottest weather with- out obeying Government regulations are a prolific cause of forest fire every year. The rangers of this province are asking the co-operation of every man, woman and child this year so as to keep the forest losses down. to a minimum as a matter of decent pat- riotism. Special efforts are being made to provide fire fighting equip- , ment but the main task is to prevent fires from starting. This is a corn- , paratively simple matter if every camper puts out his campfire, every smolcer extinguishes his cigarette and match before tossing away, every settler guards his clearing fire. When a bush fire is seen, instant word ,should be sent to the nearest fire ranger, railroad agent or municipal officer. 4- _ Why He Was Rejected. The examining physician found the young man sound as a dollar, but that he had flat feet. "I'm sorry," said the physician, . "but I'll have to turn you down. You've got fiat feet." The man looked sorrowful. "No tvay for me to git .in, then?" he en- quired. "I guess not, With those flatfeet of yours, you wouldn't be able to march even five miles." The youth studied a moment. Fin- ally, he said: "I'll tell you why T hate this so darned bac,. You see. I walk- ! ed nigh on to one hundred and fifteen miles to git here, and gosh, how 1 hate to walls back!" The Onvncrship. Visitor tin public gardens, interest- ! ed in but.anyl--Do you happen to know to what family that plant be- longs? Old Gardener -•-I happens to know I it don't belong to no family. That ! plant belongs to the park, .47 I F A I,C E IS ALLY OF THE ENTENTE CONinT1UNS IN ME LANDS CC'IMINtI WORSE, Prisoners Tell of Scarcity of Food and Prospect of Starvation Bee fore Harvest Arrives, "I feel confident that the time is at hand when farm et:Ark, mediaeval famine ---will ,loin the Entente ass a political and- military ally against Germany and Austria," the corre- spondent of The Daly Mail tele- graphs from Annemasse, in France, near the Swiss border line. The correspondent- says he draws this conclusion from ore! statements ; by an authentic witr;ess whose nb- servatione, entended up to the end of April. The great ttlasSOS of the Ger- man and Austrian peoples, this in- formant declares, are more than sick of the war. They thick and talk of Inothing bet bread, and their morale is so low that the Governments are fearful of Bedsheellc movements. Among the incidents given in sup - pert of the .story of terrible want is the ease of two prisoners of war ' employed in the gas works in Vi- enna, who, he declares, were mur- dered by fellow -workers, who ate part I of their bodies. The Arbeiter tung of Vienna demanded an inves- tigation, and the entire issue was ! confiscated iv.. consequence. The af- I fair was heeled up by the Vienna pYt. Worst Months Ahead. The narrator geld he and his fam- ily had lived far weeks almost en- tirely on mushrooms gathered in a forest outside the tuwn in which he dwelt. "People often faint in the streets from hunger," he continued. "The health of many is such that they can hardly stand, to say nothing of work, and things are getting woree every dap. Even the soldiers do not have suffieient feed. They are not only sick of wear, but thoroughly apathe- tic regarding it. It is a common sight to see soldiers begging for food. Everybody is convinced that the ex- pected food relief from Ukraine is a mirage. 'Only another Prussian swindle,' they say. "The three worst months --June, July and August—ane yet to come. Last year there was almost nothing to eat in those months but cucum- bers and fruit. Typhus and dysen- tery became epidemic. The people are shuddering at the prospects of these three months now." As far as they dare, the despatch continues, the people jeer at the talk of smashing the British and french and at the submarine campaign, the only result of which they see has been to add America to their ene- mies. Everyone made fun of Presi- dent Wilson at first as a pedant, the correspondent adds, but the people are now (hanging their tune and are afraid that America is in earnest, Serbia. When the heroic deeds that mark our time Shall, in far days to come, recorded be, ]fen, much forgetting, shall remem- ber thee, 'thou central martyr of the Monster- Crime, Who kept thy soul clear of the ooze and slime— The quicksands of deceit and per- ur A living thing, unconquered still and free, Through superhuman sacrifice sub. lime, O Serbia! amid thy ruins great, hove is immortal; there's an end to hate, Always there will be dawn, though dark the night. leek up, thou tragic Glory! Even now, The thorny round that binds thy bleeding brow le as a crown irradiating light! First fiction Known. The oldest 'work of fiction extant is thought to be the "Tale of Two Bro- thers," written 3,200 years ago by the Theban scribe Ennana, librarian of the palace of King Menepthah, the supposed Pharaoh of the Exodus. The tale, it appears, was written for the entertainment: of the Crown Prince, who snbeequently reigned as Seti II. His name appears in two places in the manuscript, probably the only surviving autograph signae ture of an Egyptian king. This piece of antique flction, writ- ten on nineteen sheets of papyrus in a bold hieratic hand was purchased in Ttale by !line, cl Orbieey, who sold it in 1867 to the authorities of the Brit- ish Museum, where it is now known r as the D'Orbiney papyrus. Color. Color is an inexhaustible source of enjoyment. Every color is satisfying9 by itself if it is kept pure and if it is not disturbed by an inhnxmonioual$ environment. However, the vain° of any color may be increased to humy times its intrinsic value by surround - Ing it with other colors of the right ' quality and rightly arranged. ! /1 /aA II ` 11 s1: l+'� i'1 t iSU I i11AT' MOUSE%"WANT i'OUVU OF THt eINC'`s7 ONEES� TRAth MADE! 9Mltl<� l lltlES r 71if3 KITTY 0� SAME elept�I;OW y_ — .�"ir •y1 ri/�JWTHE QUESTION Is, AM 1 G01NG i0� GET RID or- THAT cAYQioNei ETli7 `tit T� % l , sa �..::--.. _ ... 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The great ttlasSOS of the Ger- man and Austrian peoples, this in- formant declares, are more than sick of the war. They thick and talk of Inothing bet bread, and their morale is so low that the Governments are fearful of Bedsheellc movements. Among the incidents given in sup - pert of the .story of terrible want is the ease of two prisoners of war ' employed in the gas works in Vi- enna, who, he declares, were mur- dered by fellow -workers, who ate part I of their bodies. The Arbeiter tung of Vienna demanded an inves- tigation, and the entire issue was ! confiscated iv.. consequence. The af- I fair was heeled up by the Vienna pYt. Worst Months Ahead. The narrator geld he and his fam- ily had lived far weeks almost en- tirely on mushrooms gathered in a forest outside the tuwn in which he dwelt. "People often faint in the streets from hunger," he continued. "The health of many is such that they can hardly stand, to say nothing of work, and things are getting woree every dap. Even the soldiers do not have suffieient feed. They are not only sick of wear, but thoroughly apathe- tic regarding it. It is a common sight to see soldiers begging for food. Everybody is convinced that the ex- pected food relief from Ukraine is a mirage. 'Only another Prussian swindle,' they say. "The three worst months --June, July and August—ane yet to come. Last year there was almost nothing to eat in those months but cucum- bers and fruit. Typhus and dysen- tery became epidemic. The people are shuddering at the prospects of these three months now." As far as they dare, the despatch continues, the people jeer at the talk of smashing the British and french and at the submarine campaign, the only result of which they see has been to add America to their ene- mies. Everyone made fun of Presi- dent Wilson at first as a pedant, the correspondent adds, but the people are now (hanging their tune and are afraid that America is in earnest, Serbia. When the heroic deeds that mark our time Shall, in far days to come, recorded be, ]fen, much forgetting, shall remem- ber thee, 'thou central martyr of the Monster- Crime, Who kept thy soul clear of the ooze and slime— The quicksands of deceit and per- ur A living thing, unconquered still and free, Through superhuman sacrifice sub. lime, O Serbia! amid thy ruins great, hove is immortal; there's an end to hate, Always there will be dawn, though dark the night. leek up, thou tragic Glory! Even now, The thorny round that binds thy bleeding brow le as a crown irradiating light! First fiction Known. The oldest 'work of fiction extant is thought to be the "Tale of Two Bro- thers," written 3,200 years ago by the Theban scribe Ennana, librarian of the palace of King Menepthah, the supposed Pharaoh of the Exodus. The tale, it appears, was written for the entertainment: of the Crown Prince, who snbeequently reigned as Seti II. His name appears in two places in the manuscript, probably the only surviving autograph signae ture of an Egyptian king. This piece of antique flction, writ- ten on nineteen sheets of papyrus in a bold hieratic hand was purchased in Ttale by !line, cl Orbieey, who sold it in 1867 to the authorities of the Brit- ish Museum, where it is now known r as the D'Orbiney papyrus. Color. Color is an inexhaustible source of enjoyment. Every color is satisfying9 by itself if it is kept pure and if it is not disturbed by an inhnxmonioual$ environment. However, the vain° of any color may be increased to humy times its intrinsic value by surround - Ing it with other colors of the right ' quality and rightly arranged.