“1. It is requested that the Commanding Officer of A. A. A. P. No. 1 take this matter up personally with Major Rebadow, as the following are the facts in the case, as can be supported by the record of the Motor Mechanics Brigade, which records I have personally inspected. Several months ago an exhaustive investigation of the merits of this case was made and it was shown that Major Rebadow was entirely in the wrong in this matter and was dropped on account of an indorsement he signed in which he stated he would make good the amount of these checks, approximately $400. “2. The unprincipled manner in which Major Rebadow now treats this matter is considered so reprehensible that effort is being made to secure the forwarding of the personal file of Major Rebadow and he may be informed that unless this account has been settled by the time those records are received that this office will make all efforts to have Major Rebadow brought to trial as a result of his derelictions.” Needless to say, Major Rebadow cowered before the eye of his superior officer and forthwith repaid the broken pledge. I look back on my days in the ranks, where a man was a man, true blue and shorn of falsity, insolence, domineering and double-crossing ways. They were the days when we got paid together, painted the town together, and went broke together, where every man “shot square” with his “buddie.” As for this crap-shooting major, he is in civies again and military discipline will afford him no protection for such breeches. * * * * * Willie and Mollie played in the sand, Indulging in youthful folly; The sun was hot on Willie’s back, And the sand was hot to Mollie. * * * * * ’Twas Ever Thus Every time we see an article offered at an uncommonly low price--whether it be shoes, prunes, fountain pens, wood blocks, or a personal service of some kind--we are reminded of Chief Big Smoke. The owner of this picturesque name was a copper-colored native employed as a missionary to his fellow smokes out in Oklahoma. A tourist once asked him what he did for a living. “Umph!” said Big Smoke, “me preachum.” “That so? What do you get for preaching?” “Me get ten dollars a year.” “Well,” commented the white man, “that’s d----n poor pay.” “Umph!” replied Big Smoke, “me d----n poor preacher.” * * * * * The Eternal Feminine