Close your eyes and shut out the khaki. The buzzing voices, the scraping hob nails take you back to the Democratic convention of Pottewantamis County last Spring when the delegates came in through a sleet storm and dried their socks around the stove in the Chamber of Commerce. Or you're back in the locker room hearing the coach's final instructions for the county championship tussle with Lincoln High. The second service is finishing. Four soldiers are rolling the old tin-throated piano into the middle of the floor. One of them used to be a rag-time "song-booster." Oh, baby, how he can torment those keys! There they go, in a chorus of fifty roof-raising voices: "Twice as nice as Paradise, And they called it Dixie Land!" ---- SOMETHING MUST BE DONE. ---- The American war zone recently was honored by a visit from several "lady journalists" who came out from Paris to see how "our boys" were faring. One of these young women had been reared in luxurious surroundings in New York. Since coming to Paris she seldom went about wearing anything but slippers. These were all right because she always rode in a taxi. A certain American captain, who thinks nothing of using a nice ten-foot snow bank for bathing purposes, was delegated to conduct the young women through the American war zone. From the start, the horror of the New York society writer knew no bounds. "What," she exclaimed, "no pillows for our men! And you say, Captain, they have no bathtubs, but have to bathe in the rivers and creeks? And I see, there are no table cloths or napkins? Captain, leave it to me! I'm going to tell the people of America all about the terrible living conditions of our soldiers over here. Something must be done, and something will be done by an aroused public opinion back home!" The captain indulged an inward chuckle that racked his soul. Then his face became solemn. "Please don't stir up any scandal in America over this," he entreated the young woman writer. "I'll tell you confidentially that feather beds are on the way from America for every soldier and there are whole boatloads of bathtubs coming, too. But what's sweetest of all in this--promise you'll keep it a secret until it happens?--our government is going to present every soldier in France with a beautiful manicure set!" "That's more like it," said the lady, much mollified. MACDOUGAL & CO. ARNOLD STEWART Successor AMERICAN MILITARY TAILORS PARIS 1 bis Rue Auber Corner Rue Scribe _Orders Executed in 48 Hours._ Our services at the disposal of American Officers requiring information of any description. WILSON