All marriages entered into by Male Citizens of the United States of America between the ages of twenty-one and thirty-one on and after this date, the 21st of May, 1917, shall be in force for the duration of the War only. This measure is taken at this time for the purpose of making things as easy as possible for our young heroes, who, in the grave hour of battle, must not be worried with thoughts of the future. Men so marrying shall have precedence over all others in the SELECTIVE DRAFT for the National Army Immediately to be Called. Such men shall be the first called to the Colours. TEMPORARY WIDOWS of any and all such Soldiers shall not be entitled to PENSIONS in the Event of the Death of said Provisional Husbands, and shall revert upon notice thereof, to the State of Single-blessedness from which they were LURED!!! By order of ANDERSON CROW, Marshal. As the first of these desolating posters was put in place, the Rev. Mr. Maltby, pastor of the Congregational Church, happened to be passing the town hall. He halted and, in astonishment, read the notice. [Illustration: _The Rev. Mr. Maltby, pastor of the Congregational Church, happened to be passing the town hall_] "My dear man," said he to Mr. Crow, "this cannot be true." "Does seem a little high-handed, don't it?" said Anderson guiltily. "Can it be possible that the President has issued such a revolutionary--" "Listen a minute, Mr. Maltby," said the marshal, taking him by the arm and furtively glancing over his own shoulder. "It ain't true--not a derned word of it. Now, wait a minute. Don't fly off the--Mornin', Father Maloney, mornin' to you." The sunny-faced Catholic priest had joined them. He adjusted his spectacles and peered at the notice. "Well, well, bless my soul!" he exclaimed, staring blankly at the Congregationalist. "What's all this I see?" "Come inside," said Anderson hastily. "Alf, if you happen to see Mr. Downs, the Methodist preacher, and Justice Robb, bring 'em here right away, will you?" "Shall I go ahead and paste any more of these, Anderson?" inquired the compositor, shifting his quid. "Certainly," said the marshal. Later on the marshal left the town hall, followed by several smiling gentlemen of the cloth, Justice Robb, and the editor of the _Banner_. "Bless your heart, Marshal Crow," said Father Maloney, "we're with ye to a man. It's a glorious lie ye're telling, and ye've got the church solid behind ye." "Naturally _we_ shall not be obliged to falsify," said the Rev. Mr. Maltby, still a bit shaken. "We can simply say that the matter is news to us. Eh, brothers?"