"TODGER" JONES, V. C. 342 THE MAN WHO CAPTURED A HUNDRED GERMANS SINGLE-HANDED Told by Himself, set down by A. E. Littler (Permission of Wide World) AN OFFICER'S STORY 357 Retold by V. Ropshin (Permission of Current History) [Illustration: "THE GLAD HAND" _An American Sailor in London Meets a Friend in the Canadian Army_] [Illustration: THE STARS AND STRIPES PASSES THROUGH LONDON TOWN _The Parade of the First American Contingent Past Cheering Multitudes of Londoners_] [Illustration: A LONG WAY FROM THE POLO GROUNDS _The Germans Complain That the English Don't Take War With Proper Seriousness: They Actually Play Football Between "Shock" Attacks. The American is Just as Bad: These Members of Admiral Sims' Destroyer Squadron Must Have Their Baseball in England as at Home._] [Illustration: SEEING THEMSELVES IN THE HOME PAPER _American Nurses Who Have Just Found Pictures of Themselves_] "WHEN THE PRUSSIANS CAME TO POLAND"--A TRAGEDY _Experiences of an American Woman During the German Invasion_ _Told by Madame Laura de Gozdawa Turczynowicz_ This is the story of an American woman, the wife of a Polish noble, who was caught in her home by the floodtide of the German invasion of the ancient kingdom of Poland. It is a straightforward narrative, terribly real, of her experiences in the heart of the eastern war-zone, of her struggle with the extreme conditions, of her Red Cross work, of her fight for the lives of her children and herself against the dread Typhus, and at last, of her release and journey through Germany and Holland to this country; and it is offered to the public as typical of the experiences of hundreds of other cultured Polish women. How truly she was in line of the German advance may be appreciated from the fact that iron-handed von Hindenberg for some days made his headquarters under her roof. A few of her hundreds of interesting experiences are told below by permission of her publishers, _G. P. Putnam's Sons_: Copyright 1916. [1]I--STORY OF THE POLISH NOBLES Very near the borderline between Russia and Germany lies Suwalki. It was a delightful, old-fashioned spot full of homes, and with many estates in the neighborhood. As one says in Polish, there were there very many of the "intelligence," meaning the noble class. People who were proud of the heirlooms, the old and valuable furniture, the beautiful pictures and books contained in their homes. Into this old-world peace, came war, and of the homes and people, there is left only destruction and hopeless gray misery. How well I remember, and with what astonishment I think upon all that was before war was declared. * * * * * My children were crying from the discomfort of being awakened so early, and had raised their voices in protest at the general state of disorder.