Judge — August 17, 1918 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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August 17, 1918 The HE most mysterious fact in life is I memory. None of us under- stands it. We do not know why we remember something, nor why we don’t remember something else. But memory is on the job all the time. Today, as you and I go about our work or our play, some unfathomable process is going on in our brains. Impression after impression is being registered and folded up and tucked away. It may never be needed—in which event it will never be unreeled. It may be wanted some day and instantly from the unknown recesses of the mind it will appear. The other night I read an item in a little country paper which called to life a memory which never would have been summoned forth had it not been for this war. The memory was as clear as a stcel engraving, and it was this: When I was about twenty years younger than I am, I attended an old-fashioned flag raising in a little village. At my side stood a friend of mine with his little boy—a lad of four or five years. Just when the flag Biggest Factor In Our Military leaped into the sky and the band began playing “The Star Spangled Banner,” this little boy tugged at my hand and said: “Lift me up, so I can see the flag.” So I lifted the little fellow to shoulder, and he saw the flag. my Until the other evening this incident was absolutely forgotten. But the item I read called it all back to me—the crowd, the horses and buggies around the square, the music of the band, the dust of the road—everything! And_ especially, it brought back to me the clutch of a little boy’s hand around my neck and his ex- ci shouting as he saw the flag. The item said that the first boy from that county to die in the front trenches in Flanders was the boy I had lifted to my shoulder to see the flag. So I went right out, bought some Smileage Books and sent them to the edi- tor of that little paper and asked him to send them to the boys from that town who were in our cantonments. You know a boy—you know lots of What Smileage Means Smileage Book is a Theater Pass. In each of the 32 Na- tional Army and National Guard Camps large thea- ters and tents have been put up in which professional theatrical companies are giving regular shows. High class vaudeville from the Keith Circuit, and the best concerts and lectures are also being given. Smileage Books come in two sizes, one with 2c—5c courfons at $1.00, and the other with 100—Sc coupons at $5.00. Admission to the shows varies from two to five courons, depending upon the cost of the show. All shows are under the supervision of the Military Entertainment Council of the War Department Com- mission on Training Camp Activities. Jupce has been appointed a Smileage Head- quarters. Why I Bought Smileage Books By Wi.sur D. Nessir them—who are in our cantonments, and who are going “over there,” simply be- cause that inbred spirit of wanting to see the flag held high and kept clean won't let them do anything else today. The Smileage Books you and I send them are just our way of doing for them what we would naturally do if we had them with us for a few hours, on their way “over there.” We—you and I—are going to Zo buy and send Smileage Books .¢ to our boys—not just “going ye to,” but actually going to .# oe do it ! 7 And that will be eoUPreN the right kind of a memory tucked (4 away. JUDGE, SMILEAGE, 225 ‘Fitth Avenue $1.00 5. Book: or more, 7 7 $5.00 ot which I enclose $. in payment. JUDGE, will send the Smileage Books direct to you or to Soldiers of to V. M. C_A. of other organizations fof distribution as you tay designate, comicbooks.com