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Show THE TOBACCO EOITOF BESTRIDES PEGASUS But He Puts the Moral in the Last Lines; So Read It Through. Twilight in the trenches. The evening star twinkles over battle-fieldf, battle-fieldf, shell-pitted and stained with the blood of heroes. The firing has become light; only occasionally oc-casionally tho detonation of cannon is heard. The day is dying, and thoughts of. the fighters turn from shot and shell and (he harrowing experiences encountered in the onslaughts to objects more agreeable. agree-able. . . Slow, pensive, somewhat despairing, tho men prepare to quit the scenes of the dav's activity and repair to their bunkhouses or gather in knots around the campfires to chat. Eagerlv, inevitably, their conversation turns to 'home and tlx; folks; happy remembrances re-membrances are called to miud; yearnings yearn-ings for the good old times are wistfully wist-fully expressed. The twilight hour in the trenches is the one" objective iu the daily life of the soldier toward which he looks during dur-ing his hours of fighting with pleasure and enjoyment. Someoiie extracts from his pocket, a tobacco pouch, rolls a cigarette and lights it. One by one others in the company follow suit. Soon the entire group is puffing at the soothing "weed," and the warmth of feeling becomes more and more pronounced. pro-nounced. Talk comes hot from the heart as the soldiers warm up under the influence of tobacco. The circumstances are tenfold enhanced, en-hanced, Have you asked yourself what they would do without smokes? To ask the question is to answer it. To answer mentally, is to answer it in action. Your next step will be to address an envelope containing a check to The Tribune Tobacco Fund, Salt Lake City, Utah. |