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THE TARGET The Spirit of Her Ancestors The tiny white-haired lady sat perfectly rigid. Before her stood a man in servant ' s garb. He was speaking excitedly. " Madame, you must leave this chateau at once. You cannot stay here. Do you think for a moment they would spare you? " " Jules, you are very thoughtful, but I am firm. Did not the brave Duke Reneau, my ancestor, stand against the enemy in this very spot until his life was taken? Did not my honorable and brave husband also once hold his ground here when there was an uprising? Ah! it shall not be said that his wife left the old Chateau Reneau in time of clanger. " " But, Madame, — your heart! and will you not be afraid? You have always been weak at the sight Madame Reneau shot the servant an indignant look. " You refer, per- haps, to my fear of mice. That is nothing now. I should stay and } r ou shall stay with me. " " Of course, Madame. " The noise of battle resounded from the distance. Supply trains also could be heard rumbling along the narrow road. A rumor was about that the Germans were plan- ning to strike one great blow and break through. This could be easily done because the French forces were very weak at this point. The windows of the old chateau were heavily curtained, and the doors all bolted. Now news had been brought that the battle was in full swing. It was only a questio-n of a little while before the Germans would be devastating all the sur- rounding country. Frail little Madame Reneau sat very quiet — waiting. It was almost impossible for help to come now. Soon a steady tramp was heard. Madame Reneau jump- ed up. The Germans had broken through. Jules ran in. " Come, Madame, you must seek safety at once in the wine cellar! " " Jules, you astonish me. That is the first place those Huns would go, and I have told you that I will not leave. " Then she added with a touch of sarcasm, " I must be here to receive my guests. " Now the tramping ceased. The sound of the knock er announced the coming of a stranger. Jules ran into Madame ' s room. " Madame, these soldiers are not dressed like Germans. They do not look like Germans. One of the officers asks that he and his men be allowed to come in and have food. " Soon a tall youth appeared before Madame. He informed her that his regiment was on its way to re- enforce the French at this point. A little later Madame was talking to Jules. " Ah Jules, I would not have missed talking to that young officer if I had lost my whole estate. These brave and honorable Ameri- cans! Think if they had found me in such an undignified place as the wine cellar! God bless these Ameri- cans that have come to save France. " DOROTHY RITCHIE. Have less wheat flour in your bin So the Sammies may soon reach Berlin.
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THE TARGET 3 Narrissa asked her in what kind nf a house she was born. Her mother answered her saying that she was born in a mud house. Narrissa be- gan to cry because she was ashamed to say at school that she was born in a mud house; others were born in mansions and other beautiful places. Her mother was sorry she had made Narrissa cry and soon ex- plained to her more definitely where she was born. The next day when Narrissa went to school she stood up on both feet and said, " I was born in an adobe house in Mexico under the Stars and Stripes. " No one had taken much interest in her when she first came to school but not since they heard that she was born " under the Stars and Stripes " and in a fort they all were mighty proud of her. MARGARET THOMPSON. Over the top, for you, for me And over the top he ' ll go. We ' ll save our bits to buy Thrift Stamps And help him kill the foe. Potatoes to hash, Potatoes to mash; Let ' s do the same to the Kaiser. ONLY A GIRL. I ' m only a girl and a young one, too, But I ' m doing my bit for the Red, White and Blue. Many a scarf and sweater I ' ve knit To put in a soldier boys ' comfort kit; I own a Liberty Bond and Thrift Stamps, too, And President Wilson, I ' m for you. VIVIAN HIGGINBOTHAM. WHICH DID HIS BEST? Jack Bradford was the son of a president of a bank in Wilkes Caree. He had one favorite chum, Bob Webster, who was not so wealthy as he. Jack lived in a fine large mansion while Bob lived in a cottage nearby. Jack ' s uncle was a lieuten- ant in the army, and one day he ask- ed Jack why he did not buy a Liberty Bond. " But, uncle, " said Jack, " I am go- ing over to John ' s house on the beach for a month, and I need some money to spend while there. " " That is not helping your coun- try, Jack, " said his uncle. " I want to have a good time while there and it will take money to have it, " argued Jack. The conversation went on for a while and Jack ' s uncle persuaded him to buy a Liberty Bond although he was unwilling. One day Bob was over at Jack ' s house and, as they were talking, Jack said, " I bought a Bond and I helped the Government. " " I couldn ' t afford to buy a Liberty Bond but I bought Thrift Stamps and War Savings Stamps from the money I earned on my paper route, " said Bob, " so I guess you helped the government more than I. " It happened that Jack ' s uncle came into the room and heard the con- versation and said, " The Govern- ment would rather sell Thrift Stamps to a boy who bought them willingly than a Bond to a boy who is not willing. " EDWARD MILLER. A Liberty Bond has the same ef- fect on the Kaiser as the mumps. It makes him keep his mouth shut.
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THE TARGET 5 A Puritan in the Twentieth Century " And in 1630 John Winthrop led nearly a thousand Puritans to Salem, " drowsily mumbled Anne who was comfortably seated in a large armchair by the living-room window. It was a hot, sultry afternoon in September and Anne was trying to learn her history lesson. " Oh, how I wish I could see a real little Puritan girl, " exclaimed Anne. Just then a light knock was heard at the door. Anne jumped up to open the door, and a little girl about twelve years old, entered the room. She wore a light blue dress which reached nearly to her ankles. It had a large white linen collar, and cuffs to match. Entering, she said: " Prithee, art thou not Anne Endi- cott? " " Why-ee yes, " answered the sur- prised Anne. " Then thou art the person I have been seeking. My name is Patience Endicott. When I lived in Salem, my mother prophesied that I would have relations in the twentieth cen- tury. That time has come, and 1 have traveled far to see thee. " Then with a puzzled look, the Puritan girl picked up Anne ' s his- tory which had dropped on the floor. " What is this? " inquired Pitience of Anne. " Oh, " said Anne laughingly, " that ' s my history book. I was studying it when you came. " Solemnly Anne read aloud, the paragraph which she had been study- ing. " That ' s about us, isn ' t it? " asked Patience. Suddenly without any warning. Patience shrieked and sank back into a chair. " Oh, what was that? " she gasped. " What? " asked Anne. " That red thing. Oh, here it comes again, " cried Patience, cover- ing her face with her hands. Anne looked out the window, but saw nothing but her big brother Bob in his red racer. " Yes, that ' s it, " excitedly said Patience, " Oh Anne, don ' t look at it, it ' s wicked. " Then in an awed voice, Patience whispered to Anne, " It isn ' t the — , " and the rest was so faint that no one but Anne and Patience could hear it. Anne burst into a fit of laughter. " Oh, you silly little goose. That ' s nothing but my brother Bob in his racer. Come on out and see it. " " No, no, no! " protested Patience, pulling away from Anne. Remembering her manners, Anne asked, " Wouldn ' t you like to go up town with me? " Patience agreed. The two little girls went out of the gate and up the street. After walking several blocks, they came to the moving picture theater. " Marguerite Clark in the ' Seven Swans. ' Let ' s go see it. Come on Patience, " said Anne eagerly. Patience hadn ' t any more idea what moving pictures were than the man in the moon. She couldn ' t un- derstand them. Anne could see Patience ' s face and it was very pale. Tears, trickled down her cheeks al- though Anne explained that it wasn ' t real.
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