Life — December 20, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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1042 “Le DPE ° And She Might Never Have Known 'T was her day at the recreation camp. And her fiancé had gone with her, passing his time with some of the of- ficers. Her duty had been to make it pleasant for the boys, and especially some of the boys who were going away that day. Then he had joined her, with an amused smile upon his face. “Well,” he said, “how did you get on?” Her face was flushed. She had a far-away look in her eyes. I can—scarcely—talk—about—it.” “Who was the young fellow I saw you talking with?” “Oh! I cannot tell you how sorry I felt for him. You see, he came into the camp first, and sat down awkward- ly. I saw at once that he was—oh, not used to home things. Really, it was pitiful. I got him talking at last, and he told me all about himself. He said he never had had a regular home. Fancy!” “And then?” “Oh, he got going. He had just come up, and his ‘folks,’ as he called them, had been awfully poor, . . . Well, he said the girls in the recreation tent had been so good to him, and he just had a glimpse of heaven, I imagine —only he just didn’t put it quite that At any rate, while he stood there talking, he was so handsome and tall, and his talk was so queer, and he was going away, and—" “That when you were standing up outside of the tent?” “Yes; he had to go, and to-morrow he sails, you know. Do you know what I felt like?” “No. Tell me.” “Well, I felt just like putting my arms around that poor boy and giving him a good hug and a kiss—why, my des was simply all I could do to He smiled. “You didn’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “T saw you—do just that thing— there! in front of the tent—to that boy.” There was a long pause. Then she said: “TI didn’t know that I did it—but I'm glad I did. Do you mind?” nd he smiled ba ind! Why, if you hadn't, after what you told me, I would have been actually ashamed of you!” TLL. M. “Don’t make no noise, Jimmy. Santa Claus” Ye know dad abs'lutely b'lieves in CHRISTMAS CHEER Coming A RE T edict of the National Tailors’ Associa- tion is to the effect that, owing to the scarcity of wool, men’s suits will hereafter be cur- tailed in cuch places as the cloth can be spared. This opens up a wide field of econo- my, especially among stout peo- ple. As the war proceeds, the great question will be just where to draw the line. If bare knees for a Scotchman, why not for a Yankee? Who knows but what, in the course of time, men’s trousers may get to be as high as the women’s skirts have been! We must prepare ourselves for the worst. HE Crown Prince is the real German Cross, comicbookseera