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The OREGON STATESMAN, Sakna, Oregon, Sunday Morning, October 13, 1329
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PATROL. XXIV
.'" A patrol has to be sent out to
discover just how far the enemy
position 1b advanced. 1 Since my
leave I feel a certain strong at
tachment to the other' fellows, and
m I Tolunteer to go with them.
We agree on a plan, slip out
through the wire and then divide
and creep forward separately. Al
ter a while I find a shallow shell
hole and crawl into it. From here
t peer forward.
' There Is moderate machine-gun
fire. It sweeps across from all di
rections, not very heavy, but al
ways sufficient to make one keep
down.
A parachute star-shell opens out.
The ground lies stark in the pale
light, and then the darkness shuts
down again blacker than ever. In
the trenches we were told there
were black troops in front of us.
That la nasty, it is hard to Bee
them; they are very good at pa
trolling, too. And oddly enough
they- are often quite stupid: for
instance, both Kat and Kropp
were once able to shoot down a
black enemy patrol because the
Fellows in their enthusiasm for
I do not think at all I make
no decision I strike madly
home
cigarets smoked whlle they were
creeping about. Kat and Albert
had simply to aim at the glowing
ends of the cigarets.
A bomb or something lands be
side me. I bare not heard it com
ing and am terrified. At the same
moment a senseless fear takes
hold on me. Here I am alone and
almost helpless in the dark per
haps two other eyes have been
watching me for a long while from
another shellhole in front of me,
and a bomb lies ready to blow me
to pieces. I try to pull myself to
gether. It la not my first patrol
and not a particularly risky one.
But it is the first since my leave,
and besides, the lie of the land
is still rathjer strange to me.
I' tell myself that my alarm is
absurd, that there i s probably
nothing at all there In the dark
ness watching me, because other
wise the missile would not have
landed so flat.
It is vain. In whirling confusion
my thoughts hum In my brain I
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XSl COPtLAND.
A CHMG FEET EFFECT
AMBITION AND HEALTH
Host Troubles We Have with Oar Feet Are Due to
Indifference in Buying Shoes; Says Authority,
Urging Care and Annual Foot Examinations.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
r United States Senator from New York.
Former Commissioner of Health, .Veto York City.
IT? you mistreat your automobile and break its mechanism, you have
B no occasion to worry. The broken part can be replaced. '
Unless you are in an accident that takes you to police station,
or the hospital, a collision does not amount to much. The repair shop
will restore everything to working order.
Your feet are the chief machinery for the
locomotion of your precious body. They are
essential to your happiness and welfare. There
may be artificial substitutes, but in the real
sense there are no spare part for this mech
anism of locomotion.
Except when they hurt and ruin the pleas
ure of living, how often do you think about
your feet? You spend a hundred dollars a
year to keep your hands looking well, but what
do you do for your feet?
You should give more than casual thought
to these members. They are the very founda
tion of that temple of energy, the human body.
You make a wreck of yourself by per
mitting sore feet to spoil your happiness.
Nerves are put on edge and health undermined
by steady pain, no matter where it is located.
fake cart of your feet.
Parents should see to it that their children are properly di
. fee ted when they begin to walk. It is essential that proper foot
;. gear may be provided from earliest life. It is also well for grown
- children, aa well as for adults to
bave their feet examined at least
' one each year. These examina
tions should be made by orthope
dists, podiatrists or trained chiropo
tfista. They are aa Important as ex
amination to safeguard the sight,
- . the bearing and tbe organs of the
body. This Is the teaching of all
Khose who believe that prevention
la better than cure. -
A great poet baa written some
verses, la which the refrain ia
. "Build me straight, oh Worthy alaa
f ter," thus echoing the sentiments
which every fond parent holds for
the young for whose upbringing he
,U responsible. With the feet, the
foundation of the body, property
f -safeguarded, the material means for
-accompiiahing this result are made
possible.
Surveys made by the staffs of the
(foot clinics of New York and given
publicity through tbe United States
-Publie Health Service, show that CO
per cent of adolescent girls are more
lor loss foot defective. It should be
our aim. to prevent troubles of this
.. g kind, and to correct them when tbey
"do exist. 'Then there wUl be fewer
- foot cripples. As a result, our citi-
t setts will carry themselves better.
having normal posture, thus helping
. . the race practically as well as bet
r terlng its appearance.
I marvel more and more that peo-
pie buy whatever la offered In the
way of shoes. They select their
J furniture, .tcclc Encn, and evening
1 garments with tbe greatest of care.
4 But when It comes to shoes they
4 are sadly indifferent.
If you prize your comfort and
efficiency you will not neglectr jrour
' feet. You will take car of them
i 'and cloth them only in tbe best
fitting of hoea.
J Answer to. Health Queriea
H. M. Q What causes an itchy
tcalpt
. 'A May he due to dandruff. Brash
iihs nab dally Jind um a good tonic.
tz L' B. O. Q. What caa I do far
erwusaess?
A I would suggest that' you build
gp your general health. ' Eat plenty
rt aoorlahteg foods, get plenty of
ercise in the fresh air daily and take
a body-building tonic.
A. D. Q. What should a woman
weigh who is forty-five years old and
five feet tall?
A. For her age and height sh
should weigh about 130 pounds.
I. R. Q. Is It dangerous to have r
child's tonsils removed at this turn
of the year?
2 Should this-operation be doiw
at home or in a hospital?
A. No.
2 I would say that it would tx
best to have the operation take plac
in a hospital.
Mrs. U 8. N. Q. What la the
cause of vitiligo? What la the cur:
A This Is due to lack of pigment
There is nothing that can be don
for this condition. However, Uw
spots may be made leas noticeable
by painting with a wine-colored solu
tion of permanganate of potash.
M. O. Q. Will drinking elgh'
glaasfuls of water per day weakef
the kidneys? '
2 Will drinking eight glassful
of water per day help to clear Mm
complexion of pimples and black
heads?
A. No.
- 2 Yes. but other treatment is bee
essary.
n. D. A. a What should a worn
an weigh who Is twenty-four yean
old and five feet four inches tall?
2 Are baked beans too heavy foi
a small chlld'a digestion?
A. For her age and height an
should weigh about 127 pounds.
2 Yes.
A. B. C Q. How much should f
eir! seed nineeteen. fiva feet thre
and one-half inches tall, weigh?
S Do -you ' advise yeast as
builder?
A. She should weigh about 1
pounds.
a Tea.
hear the warning voice of my mo
ther, I see the Russians with the
flowing beards leaning against the
rire fence, I have a bright pic
ture of a 'canteen with stools, of
a cinema in Valenciennes; tor
mented, terrified. In my imagina
tion I see the gray, impalpable
muzzle of a rifle which moves
noiselessly before me whichever
way I turn my head. The sweat
breaks out from every pore.
I still continue to lis in my shal
low bowl. I look at the time; only
a few minutes hare passed. My
forehead is wet, the sockets of my
eyes are. damp, my hands trem
ble, aad I am panting softly. It la
nothing but an awful spasm of
fear, a simple animal fear of pok
ing out my head and crawling on
farther.
All my efforts subside like
froth into the one desire to be
able just to stay lying there. I
make a' vain attempt; they refuse
to come away--I press myself
down on the earth, I cannot go
forward, I make up my mind to
stay lying there.
But Immediately the wave floods
over me anew, a mingled sense of
shame, of remorse and yet at the
same time of security. I raise my
self up a little to take a look
around..
My eyes burn with staring into
the dark. A star-shell goes up; I
duck down again.
I wage a wild and senseless
fight. I want to get out of the
hollow and yet slide back into it
again; I say: "You must, it Is your
comrades, it is not any idiotic com
mand," and again: "What does it
matter to me, I have only one
life to lose "
That is the result of all this
leave, I reproach myself bitterly.
But I cannot convince myself, I
become terribly faint. I raise my
self slowly and reach forward with
my arms, dragging my body af
ter me and then lie on the edge
of the shellhole, half in and half
out.
Then I hear sounds and drop
back. Suspicious sounds can be de
tected clearly despite the noise Df
the artillery fire. I listen: the
sound Is behind me. They are our
people moving along the trenche.
Now I hear muffled voices. To
judge by the tone that might be
Kat talking.
At once a new warmth flows
through me. These voices, these
few quiet words, these footsteps
In the trench behind me recall me
at a bound from the terrible lone
liness and fear of death by which
I had been almost destroyed. They
are more to me than -life, these
voices, they are more than nioth
erliness and more than fear; they
are the strongest,' most comfort
ing thing there Is anywhere; they
are the Yoices of my comrades.
lam ao. longer a shuddering
speck of existence, alone la the
darkness I belong to them aad
they to me, we all share the same
fear and the same life, we are
nearer than lovers. In a simplier,
harder way; I could bury my face
in them, la these roices, these
words t"h at have saved me and
will stand by me.
Cautiously I glide out over the
edge and snake my way forward.
I shuffle along on all fours a bit
farther, I keep track, of my bear
ings, look around me and observe
the distribution of the gun-fire so
as to be able to find my way back.
Then I try to get In touch with
the others.
I am still afraid, but it is an
intelligent fear, an extraordinarily
heightened caution. The night is
windy and shadows flit hither
and thither in the flicker of the
gunfire. It reveals too little an I
too much. Often I peer ahead,
but always for nothing. Thus 1
advance a long way and then turu
back in a wide curve. I have not
established touch with the others.
Every yard nearer our trench fills
me with confidence and with
haste, too. It would be bad to get
lost now.
Then a new fear lays hold of
me. I can no longer remember the
direction. Quiet, I squat in a shell
hole and try to locate myself.
More than once It has happened
that some fellow has jumped joy
fully into a trench only then to
discover that it was the wrong one.
After a little time I listen
again, but still I am not sure.
Then confusion of shell-holes now
seems so bewildering that I can
no longer tell in my agitation
which way I should go. Perhaps
I am crawling parallel to the lines
and that might go on forever. So
I crawl round once again in a
wide curve.
- These damned rockets! They
seem to burn for an hour, and a
man cannot make the least move
ment without bringing tbe bullets
whistling round.
But there is nothing for It, I
must get out. Falteringly I work
my way farther, I move off over
the ground like a crab and rip my
hands sorely on the jagged splint
ers, as sharp as razor blades. Of
ten I think the sky Is becoming
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GOOD-NIGHT
STORIES
- By llo .Trc9
Kmarf Gets aa Oat-Mesl hut
He's Still Hungry
One day UU. Flor, Hanid. Yam
and Knarf the fire shadow chil
dren with the turned about names
made themselves so small that
when they walked In the grass it
rose over their heads like trees.
That is, you will agree, exceed
ingly small. Shadows can make
themselves as small as they please.
They are like rubber-bands which
can stretch or roll together.
(Continued on Page IS.)
But no one paM any attention to
him. He was always getting him
self and others into trouble. It
was astonishing bow much trou
ble he caused.
A little farther on they came to
another stem with a white and
purple flower on It.
"It's a clover," Flor announced.
Let's Jump over the clover,"
Knarf said. Again no one paid any
heed to him. Then they came to a
stem with a blue flower on it
"That's a blue-bell." Ysm said.
"Oh, let's ring the blue-bell."
But they didn't. They kept right
on walking until they came into
a field where all the stalks were
straw-colored. At the top of each
stalk was a cluster of seeds which
hung down.
"Oats!" exclaimed Knarf.
"Let's climb up and get a meal."
The others gazed at him ques
tloningly. "And get a meal ?"
they repeated.
"Certainly said the shadow
boy. "An oat meal! Didn't you
know that?"
They smiled. "We've heard of
oatmeal," they said, "but it's not
the kind of a meal you mean. It's
a cereal."
"It doesn't matter what you call
It, It's a mea!r The children bare
It for breilfa&t every morning and .
I'm going to have it -now." An-i I
with that be wound his lege I
around the stalk and climbed up j
"Come down," ttie others warn- ,
ed. "Something will happen to you, ,
If you don't!" They were not sure ;
what it might be. but they knew it
would be something. And some-;
thing it was sure enough.
No sooner did he reach ; the
cluster of seeds and start to look
around for the oat-meal he hoped
to find there, than along came tbe
farmer with a scythe.
"Zx-x-i," went the scythe, as the
farmer swung it through the oats.
It cut through the straw-colored
stalks close to the ground and
over they fell, one on top of the
other.
"Jump!" shouted the others to
Knarf. It was too late. The scythe
cut through his oat-stalk and down
he fell, haad-over-heels. landing
under a heap of stalks where he
lay, too frightened to move.
And if the others hadn't come
by and picked him up, he would
probably be lying there still.
Read the Classified Ads.
-Let's Climb Up!"
"Well, they took a walk through
the grass in the meadow, for they
were in the country, you see. The
huge blades of grass waved in the
breeze, making a loud whirring
noise. Perhaps you have never
heard grass whirring. You have
missed a great deal. The very
next time you are In the country,
you must make a point of listen
ing to the grass. All you must do
is make yourself as small as your
shadow. That Is easily done I am
sure. Simply do as your shadow
does.
Into the whirring grass walked
the shadow-children and, by and
by, they came to a green stalk
with a yellow cup at the top of it.
"That's a buttercup," said Han
Id. "Let's climb into it and get a
cup of butter," Knarf said.
WORD HUNT
( Trademark)
Copyright, Alexander Uchtenlac. Patent Pending
In the English language there are SEVEN WORDS (each having fust
FIVE letters) that begin with the letters F R I
One of them is
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To akip. as in trolie. Also, lively; brisk.
A narrow arm of the eea. Als3. brushwood or uoderj
wood: also, a hedge.
One of two forms, meaning to curl, as hair, with a,
crisping pin. Also to cook with a sizzling noise.
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cientific words that would offend good taste, sod those plurals of nouns, and singular
Terbs, that are formed by the addition of a ae aa are purposely excluded frosa
Word Bunts.
The solution for today's Word Hunt will be found on the
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