It takes several hours to get a big one ready for firing but once its mechanism is started, under the capable handling of a trained crew, it works with the prettiness and precision of an engine. First the gun rolls forward on to an arrangement of curved tracks which are called "epies," and whose tips point toward the objective. Then, to steady the piece, twelve large wooden feet are dropped by hydraulic jacks against the rails, and the gun is ready to fire. It fires, all right, sending a good ton of steel in the direction indicated by the aerial observer. When it recoils, the flat car and all slides back a good couple of yards on the rails. Then it is brought back into position again, the barrel is cooled by jets of water, the wooden feet are braced again, and the piece loaded. Even with all those operations, the big fellow can fire a good forty shots a minute. But, though they can fire those forty per minute, each one takes a lot out of the big fellow's life. Unlike the guns of smaller calibre, they cannot be used over and over again. They are too powerful to be used in actual trench warfare, but let a fortress, or a mountain that has perversely got in the way of operations, loom up ahead, and down it goes! Also the big shells have been found exceedingly useful in knocking in the roofs of German tunnels underground, even those that are quarried out ninety feet under the surface. All in all, the big fellow has a short life, but--if he's directed right--it's a mighty gay one. ---- A BULL IS DURHAM'S PRIDE. ---- A Durham, N. C., enthusiast recently telegraphed to United States Marine Corps headquarters in Washington: "Terrier belonging to U.S. Marine kills huge rooster after battle royal in main thoroughfare. Indignant chicken fanciers witness affair and demand dog pay death penalty. Then they learn ill-fated rooster's name was 'Kaiser.' Result: Dog is now pride of Durham." ---- "HE MAY OVERHEAR IT!" ---- "Aw, he ain't a bad skipper--as skippers go!" "Gee, though, that was some clip he run us at on the way up that hill! It pulled my cork all right, I'll tell the world!" "Sat'day afternoon drill, too, eh? I wonder, is he goin' to work us all eight days o' the week?" "Aw, lay off! Don't blame him! He gets hell from higher up if he don't work us, don't he? He ain't the boss!" "Listen, guy! I wish you'd of worked for the cap'n I had to work for in the Philippines! This bird is tame alongside o' him!" "He's a good skate, all right, when he's off duty. I was talkin' to the top the other day, and he says--" "Sure, he's the real thing! Served two hitches in the ranks before he come up to where he is now!" "Who? The cap'n? Say, bo, he's a regular guy, he is!" TIFFANY & Co 25, Rue de la Paix and Place de l'Opera