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August 26, 1919

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            Every day now in the Louvre, Paris, the greatest art museum in the world, one sees hundreds of American soldiers.  Many are there out of curiosity, of course, but most of them become much interested before they have been there long, while a surprisingly large portion of them know a great deal about art.

            Their genuine interest is shown by the fact that every day the guides recognize men in their parties who have been with them on previous trips.  The men are conducted in parties ranging from twenty to fifty by American guides, the Y. M. C. A. having stationed fifteen guides in the palace for that purpose.  For an hour they follow one guide through the galleries of paintings, then another through the statuary halls.

            Most of the guides are chosen of course, for their special knowledge of art, but some merely for their knowledge of doughboys.  One of the most popular, for instance, is a western man who leads his party of soldiers up the Venus de Milo and exclaims:

            “There she is boys, the most lovely Jane in history, two thousand years old and still going strong.”

            “Got any men that perfect?” some doughboy queries, after they have gazed absorbingly on the most lovely Jane.

            “Right this way,” replies the accommodating guide, “Here, gentlemen, is a true copy of the original Apollo B.V.D.”

            The Louvre authorities hold the Venus de Milo and the Mona Lisa in such reverence that they have no roommates-they stand alone in chambers into which most of the French people walk on tiptoe and in which they hush their voices.  The other day an American sailor got ahead of the party and looked in on Mona unannounced.  In all the other rooms he had visited masterpieces crowded masterpieces, all over the walls, and even on many of the ceilings.  He gazed almost contemptuously about the bare room, then called back:

            “No use comin’ in here, fellows.  There’s only one little picture here.”

            For all that nearly every boy that came to France will go home with far better understanding and appreciation of art and sculpture and architecture than he ever had before, for they are not neglecting their opportunities.  Everywhere in France they are visiting cathedrals, art galleries, and museums.


You Never Own But One Dog

            “Did You ever own a dawg uv yuh ve’y own?”

            The gangling doughboy with carrot hair and freckled hands, founded the pendulous ears of the company pup, ads the two of them, together with the doughboy’s Bunkie, sprawled under the shade of a wagon shed down by headquarters’ corrall.

            “Hell, no!” responded Bunkie, flicking away the match with which he had just lighted a cigarette in calm disregard of orders and the presence of a sentry not fifty yards away.

            “How come I’cd ever own uh pup?  Me, I lived in a hall bedroom on the fifth story of a boarding house ‘n went worked on the twenty t’ird floor of an office building down town, ‘n went to school before that where there wasn’t any yard but a paved basement, and from a flat where there wasn’t mor’n enough room for me and Dad  and the Old Lady.”

            “Shucks!  You’ve sho’ missed uh lot,” sighed he of the freckled hands.

            The mascot stretched himself on his forelegs, stretched expansively, waved his tail in placid contentment, and then slumped down with a sniff of happiness, his nose on his paws and his brown eyes shifting glances from one friendly face to the other.

            The freckled doughboy continued.

            “Me, I owned a real dawg once, mostly red-haired ole Irish setter, but some just plain dawg, hard headed, fast-footed, en uh fightin’ son uv a gun.  Him en me, we’d roam aroun’ thick as thieves, which sometimes I guess we was, along about watermelon un peach ripenin’ time.”

            He trailed on with reminiscences of crisp days of autumn and the whirr of wings from the flushed coveys, and afternoons of happy dog fights in the village streets, in which the red haired setter was always victor and the vanquished always a superior bully-dog that sorely needed his trouncing to cure him of his Hunnish ways.

            “Uv course, I’ve had other ki-oodles” rambled on the doughboy, “uh terrier or two, en uh houn’, en uh Airdale, an’ they was mostly pretty good pups, but somehow they don’t stick in my mind like that ole setter dog I grow’d up with.  Seems like I can glimpse his red brown eyes uh lookin’ up at me now, and hear him uh whinin’ an’ cavorting uh ‘round when we’d start out fuh the fust day after the birds in the fall.

            “Seems like no matter how many dogs you have, you don’t never really own but one.”

            “Sure!”  said the Bunkie, “I knew that, and I never owned a dog at all!”



            Major R. W. Schroeder, army aviator at Dayton, Ohio, set a new world’s speed record for high altitude, it is claimed, when he flew at a rate of 157 miles an hour at a height of 18,400 feet.  He used a two-seated Lepere biplane, designed by Captain Lepere of the French Army.  It was equipped with a twelve-cylinder Liberty motor and a supercharged.  Lieutenant G. W. Elfey, expert aeronautic observer, was a passenger.   



            During July 8,855 returned soldiers applied to the Pennsylvania Bureau of Employment of the State Department of Labor and Industry for positions and 6,760 were placed.  There were 312 fewer positions offered by employers than the number of soldier applicants, but numerous employers asked for soldiers, especially those that served in France.  Reports from branches indicate that the big industries of the State are sending in urgent demands for men and that many of the smaller industries are also seeking hands.



            The National News of London says that a suggestion that the British West Indies be ceded to the United States in part payment of Great Britain’s war debt is being considered seriously on both sides of the Atlantic.

            So far as is known, no proposal that the United States take over the British West Indies as part payment of Great Britain’s war debt, has been considered by the U.S. Government.

            Suggestions that Great Britain cede some of her island possessions in the Western Atlantic to the United States have been made several times.

            The British West Indies are composed of six groups-The Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, with Turk’s Island; the Leeward Islands, Trinadad, with Tabago, and the Windward Islands.  The total area is 13,109 square miles.

            Negroes and mulattoes form a great majority of the population.



Placing of returned in temporary or “hold-over” jobs is being avoided by the employment bureaus of the Y. M. C. A. in New York City and throughout the country, the latest reports revealing that the majority of the men sent to jobs by the “Y” remain in them.

At one of the employment bureaus, records show that recently a young man just out of service was placed as an accountant in a position paying him $3,000 a year.  A position was obtained for a factory manager at $5,000, and two garage managers were placed at $2,500.

Another Bureau has obtained jobs for 1,229 returned soldiers since the first of January, and the work is continuing.  From January, 1909, to June, 1919, the bureau had 2,334 requests for labor from employers.  In this same period applications for work from soldiers reached 1,192.

A summary of the report of the Y. M. C. A. employment work at one hut, shows that 206 men were interviewed concerning employment and that employment was obtained for 178.  Free meals and carfare and room on credit until the first pay was received were concessions obtained for the men in certain cases.

“I interviewed several men more than once because they failed to find employment immediately, but no man went more than five days without work,” says Raymond L. Grismer, Employment Secretary.  The lowest pay received was $15 a week and the highest was $175 and traveling expenses.

The Y. M. C. A. has rural departments in about 200 counties in 40 states, and “Y” men in various communities have been assigned to deal with the returned soldier problem, and to find a position for the man who finds he is not to be restored to the job he held before entering military service.



            Their airplane disabled 2,000 feet in the air, with sparks flying from the engine and threatening to burn up the machine, two aviators at Oyster Bay, NY, turned over and over for 1,800 feet today, righted the plane, and then took a nose dive for 200 feet into Oyster Bay.  They were submerged, but escaped without a scratch.

            The fliers were Lieutenant John W. Frost and Sergeant Carl D. Colman.  Both are members of the Army Aviation Corps at Mineola.

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