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PAGE EIGHT The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem. Oregon, Wednesday Morning, October 2, 1929 - r "All Quiet Z Western Front" CHAPTER XIV It Is nearly noon. The son blaz es hotly, the Bweat stings In our eyes, we wipe it off on our sleeves and often blood with it. At last we reach a trench that is In a , somewhat better condition. It Is manned and ready for the counter-attack, it receiTes us. Our guns open up in full blast an cut off the enemy attack. The lines behind us stop. They can advance no farther. The at tack is crushed by our artillery. We watch. The fire lifts a hund red yards and we break forward. Beside- me a lance corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. It does not come quite to hand-to-hand fighting; they are driven back. We arrive once again at our shattered trench and pass on be yond It, Oh, this turning back again. We reach the shelter of the re serves and yearn to creep in and disappear; but instead we must turn round and plunge again into the horror. If we were not au tomata at that moment we could continue lying there, exhausted, and without will. But we are swept forward again, powerless, madly savage and raging; we will kill, for they are still our mortal enemies; their rifles and bombs are aimed against us, and if we don't-de8troy them, they will de stroy us. The brown earth, the torn, blast ed earth, with a greasy shine un der the sun's rays; he earth is the background of thi3 restless, gloomy world of automatons, our gasping is the scratching of a quill our lips are dry, our heads are debauched with stupor thus we stagger forward, and into our pierced and shattered souls bores the torturing image of the brown earth with the greasy sun and the convulsed and dead soldiers, who lie there it can't be helped why cry and clutch at our legs as we spring away over them. We have lost all feeling for one another. We can hardly control ourselves when our hunted glance lights on the form of some other man. We are Insensible, dead men, who through some dreadful ma gic, are still able to run and to kill. A young Frenchman lags be hind, he is overtaken, he puts up his hands, in one he still holds his revolver does he mean to shoot or to give himself up? a blow from a spade cleaves through his face. A second sees it and tries to run farther; a bayonet Jabs into his back. He leaps in the air. his arms thrown wide, his mouth wide open, yelling; he quivers. A third throws away his rifle, cow ers down with bis hands before his eyes. He is left behind with a few other prisoners to carry off the wounded. Suddenly In the pursuit we reach the enemy line. We are so close" on the heels of our retreating enemies that we reach It almost at the same time as they. In this way we suffer a few casualties. A machine gun barks, but is silenced with a bomb. Nevertheless, the couple-of seconds has sufficed to give us five stomach wounds. With the butt of his rifle Kat smashes to pulp the face of one of the un wounded machine-gunners. W e bayonet the others before they have time to get out their bombs. Then thirstily we drink the water they have for cooling the gun. Everywhere wire-cutters are snapping, planks are thrown across the entanglements, we Jump through the narrow en trances Into the trenches. Hale strikes his spade into the neck of a gigantic Frenchman and throws the first hand grenade; we due" behind breastwork for a few sec onds, then the whole section of trench before us is empty. The next throw whizzes obliquely over the corner and clears a passage; as we run into the dug-outs, the earth shudders, it crashes; dully and stifled, we stumble over slip pery bodies; I fall into an open bell on which lies a clean, new of ficer'! cap. The fight ceases. We lose touch with the enemy. We cannot stay ories that come have these two Welfare Organizations and National He By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. United States Senator from New York. Former Commistioner of Health, yew York City. OW many are there who think of social work as charity pun and simple? 1 fear many fail to realize the progress of the " times. We overlook too many things that have to do with Improving the welfare of the public Th3 average person who does not suffer from any particular illness, or who is not in need of any social help, has little knowledge of what is being accomplished in some cities. They never come in contact with the fine work that the wel fare organization groups are doing. The Charity Organization of New York and the Welfare Council of New York City have co operated together recently in issuing a directory of social agencies in the city. These have to do with better housing conditions, help for the homeless, homes for the aged, legal aid and help for the immigrant, foreign-born and the traveler. In addition, there are protective and correctional agencies. In New York City alone there are 1,100 social agencies. There are more than 300 organ iTatinna n era it in fnmilv welfare work. EiffhtV of these are relief societies. There are 6 organi- OR COPELAND zations for promoting better housing condition; 23 to help the home less; 92 homes for the aged; 11 legal-aid services; 60 agencies to assist immigrants, foreign-born and travelers; 70 protective and cor rectional agencies for adults. In many of the 470 agencies engaged In some form of 'child welfare tneyf i.v carry on health work, ramiiy welfare or recreational, as well as educational activities and neighbor hood work. There are 2(3 hospitals and 1,410. clinics dealing with health problems of the city, besides 112 infanta' health stations, j Also there are 27 nursing service,! 7 institutions for convalescents. 14( services for men tal hygiene, and St health adminis tration and educational organiza tions. It Is Interesting to not that, with New York City "the social work capitol of the world." there are 282 headquarters for national and inter national welfare agencies in the city. This groat work represents an achievement which Is significant off the Broad and humane Interest of ;7, vw,7 ;r-.; ,-"'-"T- VXul L"r;: - The statistics of the work of these organisations show how much the Improvement bt the public health la duo t their efforts. Without doubt there . would be greater fnmAm anon tfc - l here long for we must retire under cover of our artillery to our own position. No sooner do we know this than we dive into the nearest dugout, and with the utmost haze seize on whatever provisions we can see, especially the tins of corn ed beef and butter, before w e clear out. We get back pretty well. There hag been no further attack by the enemy. We lie for an hour panting and resting before anyone speaks. We are so completely played out that in spite of our great hunger we do not think of the provisions. Then gradually we become some thing like men again. The corned beef over there is farccus along the whole front. Oc casionally It has been the chief reason for a flying raid on our part, for our nourishment is gen erally bad; we have a constant hunger. We bagged five tins altogether. The fellows over there are well looked after; it seems a luxury to us with our hunger-pangs, our turnip jam, and meat so scarce that we simply grab at it. Iiaie has scored a thin loaf of white French bread, and stuck it in be hind hi3 belt like a spade. It is a bit bloody at one corner, but that can be cut off. It is a good thing we have something decent to eat at last; we still have a use for ail our strength. Enough to eat is just as valuable as a good dug-out, it can save our lives; that is the reason we are so greedy for it. Tjaden has captured two water bottles full of cognac. We rass them around. The evening benediction begins. Night comes, out of the craters rise the mists. It looks as though the holes were full of ghc.-tly secrets. The white vapor creeps painfully round before it ven tures to steal away over the edge. Then long streams stretch from crater to crater. It Is chilly, I am on sentry and stare into the darkness. My strength Is exhausted as always after an attack, and so it is hard for me to be alone with my thoughts. They are not properly thoughts; they are memories which in my weakness turn home ward and strangely move me. The parachute lights shoot up wards and I see a picture, a sum mer evening, I am in the cathe dral clohrte and look at the tall rose tree? that gloom in the mid dle of the cloister garden where the monks lie buried. Around the walls are the stone earrings of the Stations of the Cross. No one is there. A great quietness rules In this blossoming quadrangle the sun lies warm on the heavy gray stones, I place my hand upon them and feel the warmth. At the right-hand corner the green cathedral spire ascends into the pale blue sky of the evening. Between the glowing columns of the cloister is the rool darkness that only churches have, and I stand there and wonder whether, when I am 20, I shall have exper ienced the bewildering emotions of love. The image is alarmingly near; it touches me before it dissolves In the light of the next star-shell. I lay hold of my rifle to see that it is in trim. The barrel is wet. I take it in my hand and rub off the moisture with my fingers. Between the meadows behind our town there stands a line of old poplars by a stream. They are visible from a great distance, and although they grew on one bank only, we call them the poplar ave nue. Even as children we had a great love for them, they drew us vaguely thither, we played truant the whole day by them and lis tened to their rustling. We sat be neath them on the bank of the stream and let our feet hang over in the bright, swift waters. The pure fragrance of the water and the melody of the wind In the poplars held our fancies. We loved them dearly; and the image of those days still makes heart pause in its beating. It is strange that all the mem CM were It not for these worthy organi zations. Let us do all we can to encourage this fine spirit. It 1a to be hoped that other cities of the country enjoy these immea umbel benefits. 1 assume they do. Answers to Health ;eHe j. r. q. is paralysis? hop tea good fo. A. No. U M. Q. What can I do for eu larged ankles caused by bad sprains? A. Wearing ankle supports might prove helpful. L. M. Q. What causes shortness I of breath, especially after eating? 1 ,What can3es food Hgr m , stomach and cause belching? W- k A. This may be due to Indiges Uoa. S. This la probably due to hy peraddity. caused by faulty diet and poor elimination. qualities. They are always com pletely calm, that Is predominant in them and even If they are not realiyeaXsV the become so. They are soundless apparitions that speak to me, with looks and ges tures, silently, without any word and it is te alarm of their si lence that forces me to lay hold of my sleeve and my rifle lest I should abandon myself to the libertian and allurement in which my body would dilate and gently pass away into the still forces that He behind these things. They are quiet in this way. be cause quietness is so unattainable for us now. At the front there is no quietness and the curse of the front reached so far that we never pass beyonfl It. Even in the re mote depots and rest-areas the droning and the muffled noise of shelling is always in our ears. We are never so far off that it is no more to be heard. But these last few days it has been unbearable. Their stillness is the reason why these memories of former times do not awaken desires so much, as sorrow a strange, inap prehensible melancholy. Once we had such desires but they return not. They are past, they belong to another world that Is gone from us. In the barracks they called forth a rebellious, wild craving for their return; for when they were still bound to us. we be longed to them and they to us, even though we were already ab sent from them. They appeared in the soldiers songs which we sang as we marched between the .glow of the dawn and the black silhouettes of the forests to drill on the moor, they were a power ful remembrance that was in us and came from us. But here in the trenches they are completely lost to us. They arise no more; we are dead and they stand remote or. the horizon, they are an apparition, a mysteri ous reflection drawing us home, that we wear and love without hope. They are strong and our de sire is strong but they are un attainable, and we know it. And even If these scenes of our youth were given back to us we POLLY AND HER PALS k iTut aiomtCaJ ic B&n AJ' BOTHERED .mi' WHAT BUSINESS ASH. IS finKl& to ikJvEST HIS $0.OOO IN, SO EVES 4Kl' EARS 0PBsi: TTLLIE, THE TOILER LONG EMOU8H - MOUJ LET ME "SEE SOME ACTIOM OM THIS Ol. IT TO OME OF VOOR. CoMprriraa r I..:. Km, K-J.r.SuLt"r. In.. Cwl nM LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY PTtD UKO CI09T -WjUUIF IS BPM6 THE SAUK OP v- 37few Vdveajture: 4AJD, SO PR. IT IS J APE. ROCKH REI i m. a w f i iii in 1 1 r. i TOOTS AND CASPER tfOT5 tE. IDEA OF INTO ME CAR ANE FENDER" DIDN'T f OU SEE. ME 5tdrNAL THAT irOiNr To S-roor would hardly know what to do. The tender, sweet influence that passed from them Into ns could not arise again. We long to be in them and to move in them; we long to remember and to love them and, to be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, It is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not. We could never again, as the same beings, take part in those scenes. It wag not any recogni tion of their beauty and their sig nificance that attracted ns but the communion, the feeling of com radeship with the things and events of our existence, which, cuts us off and made the world of our parents a thing incomprehensible to us for then we surrendered ourselves to events and were lost in them, and the least little thing was enough to carry us down the stream of eternity. Perhaps it was inly the privilege of our youth but as yet we recognized no limits and saw nowhere an end. We Sad that thrill of expectation In the blood which united us with the course of our days. Today we would pass through the scenes of our youth like trav elers. We are burnt up by hard facts; like tradesmen we under stand distinctions, and like butch ers, necessities. We are no longer troubled we are indifferent. We long to be there; but could we live there? We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men. we are crude and sorrowful and su perficial I believe we are lost. (To be continued) GOODNIGHT STORIES By Max TreD a- The Shartow-Ohildren Embark on a, Mediterranean Orois Mi, Flor, Hanid, Yam and Knarf the five little shadow children with the turned-about names were waiting for a car riage. They were In a strange city. The little real-children their masters and mistresses were all carrying little satchels. At i uvr ABOUT - . i Kcfcf 7tR Righto, MR. -StMPKJMS SAID HE DDkVT MR. FPAfilt- want ANveooy DISTURB To ME HIM- AND BERyJ , IN in I NO VMILL SEE THAT WOO bHU PtCHT DO YOUSE RUkiNlM MASHINT WAS V .... v,. l V AKrr OUTA TOVJ HIDE,, I II" i ' 3 . ' - 1 All V ' Glfii - 'JT vcl . 5V , I WAWNA MADV tSOWM I I t . m . WrrCCV2rVHTEI 4 - L' T5 CrfJEAT TO ! p - " 1 ...... . WmW i ""T1? Mother and Father had large va lises. And there was al6o a trunk. As you could not for the world guess where they were I shall have to tell you. They were in a carriage leaving Jaffa, which Is in far-off Palestine, on the coast of the Mediterranean sea. The Mediterranean, my dears, is big enough to be an ocean. You can not, no matter how strong your eyes may be, see to the other side. The shadow-children, you und erstand, were accompanying the real-children, who. In turn, were accompanying their mother and father on a trip around the world. "We're Going in a Ron bo: I Now they were on their way to Vienna, the capital of Austria. "We won't get to Austria in a hurry," said Knarf. "Carriages can't go very fast." Hanid turned to Knarf and Knarf and laughed. "Silly," he said, "We don't go by carriage at all. We go by boat." Knarf tried to act as though he didn't hear her. Soon they came to the dock. "There," said Knarf, turning to Hanid, "where's the boat?" For a moment Hanid was puz zled. Then Yam shouted: "There it is." They looked. A large rowboat pulled up to the dock. Five dark-skinned men, wearing red fezes, were rowing. "O-oh!" M1J said, "we're go ing to Vienna In a rowboat. That will be sport." "Neewah's Not 'Quick TU-UE3 THERE, V WW, KEEW4H! CARRy THIS If SUIT-CASE UP TO My OFFICE MIkp ypOsIT DROP rT'-f (" fiHX'P. avh I ( it rs very Important I hse me rMr-i7 ' f I Uuat Aitr rxi-Q -r-ji L III. I X I Cboov' Jfe f I PROPOSITION IMMEDIATE!,) 1 'The Silver Lining" ' S VOOR BEuftOOUTHt AAAtD UflLU MAVE OLEAAJ LIAJEAJ AAlt WILL CtRVe. VOUft. WeALS HERE. 'AJ ROOM - I'LL HAVE HER SEQVE YOU ftoi - T CBT AAV MEALS OtUAl BOOM? 3D "Such I WT IP I DID? Vou-LL PAV I s. -'l ! ' r" - " m I "fr f ejq oa rtu . . . t?TO HOLV X II ',v Hanid shook her head doubt fully. It didn't seem just right to her. Still, that was Just what they appeared to be doing. Fath er and mother and the five child ren got into the boat, bag and baggage, and the dark-skinned men started rowing them out to sea. The men all stood up in the boat as they rowed. "Will it take very long V asked Flor timidly. He didn't like the way the boat was tossing. "It will take days and " Han itl began, when suddenly she in terrupted herself. "We won't be in this boat more than five min utes more!" She pointed straight ahead. They followed her finger and taw for the first time a steamer lying at anchor. They had not noticed it before because it bad been partly hidden by a stone bulwark that extended out Into the water. Sure enough, just as Hanid said, they rowed straight for the steamer and in five minutes they reached the side where a long flight of stairs reached down from the upper deck almost to the lev el of the water. The rowboat drew up close to this flight of stairs and one -by one the real children, then Mother and Father went up the stairs. Finally the WORD HUNT (Trademark; Copyright, Alexander LichtenUf. Patent Pending Ir. i - English language there are letter-1 ;"-at begin with the letter J A 0::c cf '.heirs is i rr. t T . . A device for lifting or i..oving a heavy body. Any of va I hj A,L!V! rious mechanical devices. (YOU upply the others.) 2iJJA 3iJJAf 4JJAf "51 J lAf To tire or wear woman. A Leo, I 6IJ !A I HOiB Proper nounr. obsolete and archaic word, eitrfmcly urufcnal technical snd scientifir word:, liat would offend gool taste, and those plurals of nouns, and singular Terbs, that are formed by tbe addition of s or as are purposely excluded from Word liuais. The solution for today's Word Hunt will be found on the Classified page Asleep On The Job" YSA rr was km MEAT, HUH? COMTEKJTt ARE. ImPR IP Vn I AM hHE DERn DOPE IS BOOTLESS! r Action' ALJOAMS DEAR AAJD,i VOOBS ELF, Z 4W TAKE. WITH ME. AiOuj AAlO THEAJ-w vou Musrr ajcieq. leave this poom UAJLE SS SOU ARE UXTM AATACHA Do NCu frvrr vet Is Fame" shadow-children followed along, although, no one noticed them. They were used to not being no ticed and didn't mind It in the least. In fact they even enjoyed it. It was like being Invisible. At length after the boatmen were paid and the baggage all stowed neatly away in the state rooms, the whole family came up on deck to watch the ship get un der way. They heard the first-mate shout orders to the sailors. Then an immense machine on deck started turning noisily and up came the anchor at the end of a thick Iron chain. Hanid turueu to the others. "Now we're going to " " to VIENNA!" Knarf and Mij shouted in unison. The clever little shadow-girl shook her head. "You two don't know any geography at all," she sighed. "I shall have to give you a lesson at once. Don't you know you can't get to Vienna by boat?"' Mij looked shamefaced. But Knarf smiled. "Of course I know it. I said it just to see if you knew it too." No one could get the better of Knarf. (Tomorrow: The Trip on the Mediterranean. ) SIX WORDS (each ba.;.; , four out. Also, a mean norse. Also, a dm a kind of stone, commonly green. To imprison. Also, a prison. An upright piece forming side of an opening, as a door way. To Jest; play tricks. A variety of coffee. sir. the ho KlOT OnILV COULD I HEAR THE HOrJ. rONJT&NlTS DISTINCTLY BREATHE SURE BUT IT RSSfflVJELY ' it SMORED, OU BEHAVE fOO SHOPPlUQ OTEAUitE. ME OR umDERS7aAj6 p m.' I H CnOOKS TO TEACH POLICE COK CHICAGO, Oct. 1. (AP) Former pickpockets and pafa crackers will lecture at the Univer sity of Chicago's school of poli.a administration. Porf. August ehkS of police at Berkeley, California, and head of the school announced today. Prof. Vollmer, known for his work of reorganizing police de partments in a number of larg American cities, today reached this city to launch the uew school id which the law enforcing methods of the world's greatest agencies with be studied with a view of training studeuta in executive work in police departments. - The Idea of securing pickpock ets and safe crackers to lecture to the students, he explained, i an effort to approach an under standing of the problems of crimer and criminals. Fall Prepares to Face Court Trial W A S H I N G T O N. Oct. 1 . (AP) Physically tired but wi'l I eyes bright and voice 6trong, Al bert B. Fall, secretary of the In terior in President Harding" cabinet and central figure in th-3 naval oil leases, was back in Washington today to stand trial again after two years spent in t.a far west in search of health. Murder, Suicide Occurs on Farm SASKATOON, Sask.. Oct. 1 . (AP) The bodies of Eaiil Piap sky and Mrs. LMia Fuust were found on Mrs. Faust's farm fou miles east of Wddena tonight. They had been shot to death Mounted police believed that Plapsky, who had been working for Mrs. Faust, killed her and then turned the gun on himself By CLIFF STERRETTj Slfc! By RUSS WE5TOVER Vou GOTTA HAWD IT TO THAT elRiD TOR. EFFICIENCY HE TAjCE"S UP t-E-SS. OF THE BOS' TIME By BEN BATSFORQ rtm UPS XVE BEEAl LKAIC. - tiOBOOV EVea MEEOS Tb vooftv Sour up QllUAllW AUAAV PfiM HOA4E LlktG By JIMMY MURPHY tit a