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to ga I And two weeks later he came dashing in to Mr. Fitzgerald

the jockeys, and—well, after a while I got the chance to ride the and me while we were counting how many boys had had the ponies.

"regular dinner." * You did, really ?” I exclaimed. “Now that was exciting.” "My Lord!” he gasped; "they're going to send me to Cor

"I had to keep in training then. Then was the time I found nell! Me! What'li i do at Cornell? I never finished school.” I could go without the booze if I had to. But after a race I “You'll make good,” I said. “What are you going to study ?" never stopped."

* Well, you see, it was like this. They called for volunteers There was a long pause. My friend had something irresisti. who knew anything about photography. I thought about my bly nice about him, after all. I was beginning to be interested. little old studio in St. Louis and what you said about chances, * What did you do next?" I asked.

so I volunteered. There weren't

many, so I got taken.” Well, then the war came along and I enlisted. Say, my “ Bully for you !" said Mr. Fitzgerald. “You must write name is Archie Thomas ; what's yours?"

to us. I told him.

But he didn't write, and was gone so long that I thought some Well,” he said, “when I got this uniform on and was thing had gone wrong. Perhaps he wrote to Mrs. Woodruff, doing my bit for Uncle Sam I wanted to keep away from the but I never thought to ask. There are so many boys, you see. gang ; but I couldn't tell my brother, could I? I guess it's good But more than two months later in walked Archie a very he's went to France. Well, I guess I'll be going

different Archie too. He was as neat as a pin, with a starched I looked up to see why he was leaving so abruptly, and saw Mr. white linen stock showing above his blouse. Gone was the

Fitzgerald standing beside me. Mr. Fitzgerald is one of our slept-in look from his uniform. It might have been tailored. .

volunteer workers, and is a very attractive man. Archie evi Even his hands were spotless. He was proud of himself, too, dently felt that he was intruding

and ready to jolly us all. " This is Mr. Archie Thomas, Mr. Fitzgerald," I said. “Mr. “Kept straight the whole time,” he told us, “and worked like the Thomas doesn't know any one in New York and doesn't know deuce. It was aerial photography.” Then followed a long explawhat to do with himself. What do you suggest ?"

nation of the same, from which, after a maze of something about " How would you like to go to a nice house for dinner, studying angles and lights, I gathered that the aerial photogThomas ?"

rapher hangs by one leg and takes pictures which only he and But Archie Thomas had changed. “Me!” he jeered. “Who a few other privileged characters can understand even when wants me for dinner? I'm a bum, I tell you. What is shea printed. But we all know the value of those pictures. And this fly girl ?” His tone was the tone of the streets.

was our Archie! Suddenly he looked serious. “ It's all the club," "She's not a fly girl, Thomas. Mrs. Woodruff is a very lovely

be said. “

Where would I be if I'd never come in here? What woman,” said Mr. Fitzgerald. She asks us to send up some made you do it?” And he shook hands solemnly with Mr.

boys every week. Her husband's in the service and away. She's Fitzgerald and me. sible, and old enough to be your mother."

I can't deny that his new-found self-respect made Archie a ang pa!

" Aw-what do I want to go there for? Send some other little bit vain about this time. But we thought it did him good. soldier boy,” said Archie.

It prompted him to spend a dollar and a half out of his pay "Oh, take a chance." That was Mr. Fitzgerald. Archie once a week for a room in a hotel near by—because it had a bath E victory looked up suddenly. Chances were in his line,

attached and he could have it alone. " All right," he said. “Give me the dame's name and tell me He began to have friends, too-nice boys—they were other how to get there—I'll take a chance."

aerial photographers. Each time he came in there was some “She sent a car for you,” said Mr. Fitzgerald; and they new discovery. went off together.

“Just had a scrap,” he told us.“ Between here and

my

hotel The next news came from Mrs. Woodruff. She called up to there are three of those rotten booze peddlers. I was walking offer another invitation.

along, and he comes behind me and says, “Say, can I get some“ That last boy you sent was a queer prize package,” she said thing for you?' I didn't pay no attention, but he follows along Nevertheless the prize was there when you finally found it.” after and says, 'What do you want, boy ? I got mad then, so I " What did he do ?" I asked.

turned around and says: “You're talking to me, are you? All "Oh, he walked into the hall as if he owned the place and told right, walk right along and speak up so I can hear

you.

What me he was a bum, and he'd always been a bum, and if I didn't do you want?' • You needn't act so fresh,' he says; * I'm trying want him he was going—he wasn't going to be kicked out.” to do you a favor.' Who asked you to ?' says I; "did I ask And what did you say ?"

you ? No, you didn't,' says he ; 'but I guess you want some“I said I had always hated angels and to come right in. He thing, all the same. That made me madder, and I grabbed was sick, too ; and as he had forty-eight hours' leave I kept him him by the throat and shook him. “You're trying to sell me right with me. I think the rest did him good.”

some of that damned whisky! I shouts.

Well, if any one I don't doubt it."

asks you, you go get it for them, and don't go up to fellows who And then Archie himself came back. He didn't look quite never thought of a drink and put the idea in their head. I could

so seedy. His hair was brushed—not so rough and straw-like; turn you over to the military police.' A crowd began to come 2 enlistel.* and he actually smiled.

up, so I kicked him off. The bum !”
"Say," he said, “that Mrs. Woodruff, that sweet old gal Why didn't you have him arrested ?”
do you know her?"

Oh, well, I figure that if a fellow wants a drink it's none "A little," I said.

of
my

business. I won't stand in his way. Only I didn't want "Well,” he said, “she gave me a swell feed and said her one," said Archie.

house was my home. She's one lovely woman !”-echo of Mr. The next time he came in his story was different. it's not az Fitzgerald. “She asked me to write to her. I called her bluff. “Say,” he said, laughing, "I just came in from Hempstead

And she answered me-here's the letter-and since then I've with a pretty girl. There was only one seat, and that was next
pestered her with letters. I can't do nothing for her, though, so to her, and so I took it. See? I stared at her, too, 'cause I
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liked to see her blush. When we got to Jamaica, all of a sudden
“I'm sure she'd miss you," I said.
Archie became a regular customer of the canteen then. He “ You change here for Brooklyn.'

“ • Do you? I says. “ Thank you; and I jumped up and went

out on the platform. When I got there, I realized I didn't want what I'll do after the war. I don't want to go back with the to go to Brooklyn at all, so I beat it back on the train and sat gang; but I bet I will.”

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hurt you. So she let me carry the grip to the street. Seemed
she taught at a school on Twenty-ninth Street, where she was
going, and before we got there she got real friendly and gave
me her address. I'd like to get a letter from her in France.
I'm going to write to her.”

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THE FORGOTTEN ARMY

BY GEORGE EVERSON

EXECUTIVE SECRETARY, COMMITTEE ON CRIMINAL COURTS OF THE CHARITY ORGANIZATION SOCIETY OF NEW YORK CITY

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TARLY in the second year of the great war America two glowering at each other. An honest difference of opinion

awoke in a wide movement for adequate National defense. without the saving grace of humor has brought them to blows.

The first large public demonstration was New York Each will always think the other the offending party. City's stupendous Preparedness Parade. From nine o'clock in

This division ends with a hilarious lot of youngsters whose the morning till nine o'clock at night cohort after cohort passed animal spirits have brought them to the police station. up Fifth Avenue until the best estimates had placed the number Now for nearly two hours the victims of intemperance pass at one hundred and fifty thousand. More wanted to march, but by. The first that come into view are a respectable-looking lot, the day was not long enough.

with all the marks of the law-abiding citizen. They are the At the same time that this great wave of patriotism and devo ones who, though otherwise good citizens, have their yearly or tion to our National ideals was surging up the avenue another monthly fling, and for this once only have they brought upon procession, a never-ending one, was on its slow and straggling themselves the disgrace of arrest for public intoxication. They march. It was a part of that constant stream of misery, misfor are ashamed or boastfully proud of their escapades. There are tune, ignorance, and vice that passes through our criminal courts the young, foolhardy boys. There are those over-confident citi. at the rate of two hundred and forty thousand cases a year. zens of all classes who have always boasted that they never got This procession is in dark contrast to the demonstration for to the state where they couldn't get home. There are the honest patriotic public defense.

workmen and mechanics who stayed one drink too long over the If some evil genius could, like a Pied Piper, draw together in friendly, bar on their way home Saturday night. They have one ordered review all of the two hundred and forty thousand sought in the saloons the diversion, companionship, and enterthat frequented our courts last year, and lead them up Fifth tainment denied them in their crowded, slovenly homes

. Avenue for us to view as we viewed our Preparedness Parade, we After half an hour the aspect of those in the procession would be appalled.

gradually changes. The mark of dissolute and intemperate lives Let imagination picture the evil genius leading this proces is shown in the physical unwholesomeness of features. Intersion. But let us observe the rank and file following brazenly or mittent intemperance is drifting into habitual dissipation. We in shame, in evil abandon or in despair, in stumbling ignorance are beginning to note the vacant, lack-luster eyes. Soiled collars, or with conscious evil intent.

stringy neckties, a peculiar growing unkemptness of dress, indiAt the head are those whom the press and the sensational cate to all but themselves how far they have traveled the path character of their crimes have brought to public attention. They toward habitual drunkenness. have been drawn by our Pied Piper from the murderer's grave, Then come the hopeless drunkards whom only dearth of from the steps of the electric chair, from the burglar’s, money keeps from perpetual intoxication. There are those of embezzler's, briber's, and blackmailer's prison cells. They are self-willed debauchery whose reputable families have striven in only a few, but of the whole endless procession they are the only vain to save from shame. There are the weak, the simple ones that have commanded public attention.

minded, whose only strength is desire for drink. There are Our seat on the reviewing stand must be comfortable if we their stronger companions whose drunkenness is only a part of review the whole of this ill-starred procession, for it will last their many-sided sensuality. Last come the stragglers--inlonger than from nine o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock owned derelicts drifting from the park bench to the saloon, to at night. The first rays of the dawn of the following day will the workhouse and back, incoherent in speech except when be breaking over the buildings on the opposite side of the begging for a drink. In the haze of their pain-racked and street before the last troop will have passed before us.

dulled sensibilities they have arrived at the absolute of intemAs hour passes into each succeeding hour neither hunger, perance and self-indulgence-their final goal. thirst, nor fatigue diverts us. We are fascinated by the spec We have watched this long, weary procession of drunkenness tacle. Here are displayed to us the fruits of evil purpose, reck -brought here by chance, by bad associations, by weakness, by lessness, thoughtless mistakes, ignorance, bad heredity, social sorrow, by overstrain, by idleness, by losses, by over-confidence, injustice, greed, and vice. It seems the panorama of misdirected by choice, or by ignorance. The division ends. existence.

But who are these following ? The shifty eyes, the sleek cun. We have plenty of time to analyze each group as it passes by. ning, hypocrisy of bearing, reveal the schooled criminal with The second battalion is made up of a swaggering, reckless conscious evil purpose. They are the pickpockets and the “.

"ja crew of petty disturbers of the public peace. Some have blood tlers." These wolves of the crowds make their living from the stained shirts, others bandaged heads or bruised faces. They money snatched out of women's handbags or cunningly cut or are the kind that “know it all," that can be told nothing. Some filched from men's

persons. bear the marks of intoxication, others those of brute indul. In close association with the pickpocket come the burglar

, gence. They try judicial patience, they exasperate the police the thug, the gangster, that new product of our slum frontier. who seek to restore order without arrest. Some are good work- Blustering, over-confident in their bullying and swaggering men, but always out of a job; some are worthless idlers; bravado, or slinking meanly along, reflecting the nature of their others are generally steady, with sprees of lawlessness as their exploits, they pass before us. Some are old in crime, plainly one luxury. There are men of all nationalities—a cosmopolitan showing the marks of prison service. It has obviously not gone brotherhood of lawlessness.

well with them; they look cowed and hopeless. Others with a Here is a shamefaced troop among the rest. In a moment of measure of success have a beat” the game and still walk with annoyance or semi-intoxication they have lost control of their reckless confidence. hair-trigger tempers. They are honestly sorry, and are appalled Following are the young disciples in wrong-doing. They are by the first se us consequence of their moments of weakness.

graduates of the street corner and cheap club-room schools of Here are dogmatic, set-faced individuals walking two and crime. Their ignorance and idleness more than their perversity

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(C) KADEL & HERBERT

THE ROOF OF AMIENS CATHEDRAL-A MARK FOR HUN SHRAPNEL The roof is of timber, in some places covered with slate. “When we turn to the roof,” says a critic, “and see the vast woodwork which supports it, it looks as if a forest of oak and chestnut must have been sacrificed to provide material for this stupendous piece of carpentry.” It is thus peculiarly liable to damage by bombardment

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(c) COMMITTEE ON PUBLIC INFORMATION
EX-MAYOR MITCHEL, OF NEW YORK, NOW

CENTRAL NEWS SERVICE
AN AMERICAN OFFICER WHO SWAM THE
MARNE TO RESCUE A FRENCH SOLDIER
Lieut. W. R. Flannery, of the U.S. Army, whose
photograph appears above, recently swam across the
Marne with a disabled French sergeant under a hai?
of enemy bullets. For this feat he was decorated

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MAJOR MITCHEL, OF SAN DIEGO, CAL.
Major Mitchel is now stationed at the North Island

Aviation School at San Diego

PUSH BRITISH SHIP-BUILDING Lord Pirrie has been appointed Controller-General of Merchant Ship-Building in Great Britain. He has long been a member of the well-known firm of Harland &

Wolff, ship-builders

BRITISH SOLDIERS HAULING A CAPTURED GERMAN FIELD GUN INTO POSITION TO USE AGAINST ITS FORMER OWNERS

M. E. BERNER

ROAD-MAKING ON THE BATTLEFIELD The terrible shell-fire frequently destroys the roads in a hotly contested section, and for that reason, or for greater convenience in handling med and supplies, the

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