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Show j 4 . A HERO EVERY DAY ! Brave Deeds of Men in America's Fighhting Forces 4 : . Out in the open, where tho machine gun bullets whined and the "hell by heavies" crashed, Corporal Peter Tlmmer, of the United States marines, shouted words of encouragement as he'went from squad to squad of marines during the great counter-attack of the allies near Soissons. The fighting was vicious. German Ger-man artillery and machine guns were sweeping the batllefield incessantly. Officers Of-ficers had been killed or wounded. Platoons Pla-toons had been cut to pieces and liaison all but lost. Put not lost entirely for there was Corporal Tlmmer, making his way from squad to squad, establishing contact, cheering the men, steadying them by his cool determination. At last he fell wounded and heroic marines carried him to safety. But his work had been done, the 0041 tact established estab-lished and the line was holding like a wall of steel. Because of his gallant action Corporal Tinimer of the marines was recommended for a Distinguished Service Medal. Tie is a son of George Timmer, A'Jil Potomac avenue, Chicago, III, Lazy. "Jenny," said an overlooker to his wife, "th" never put me any sugar in me tay this mornin'." "Eh, Tom," said Jenny, "an' it will often occur while we hev such scanty rations." "Well," said Tom, "when it happens agean, th' mun let me know." "Still, Tom." argued Jenny, "where ignorance ig-norance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise." "Bliss be blowed," said Tom; "aw'm noan gooin to waste my strength stirring up tay when I don't need to!" Tit-Bits. A Near Employee. "liver been on government work before?" be-fore?" asked the manager of the job-seeker. job-seeker. "Very nearly, sir," was the reply. "What Jo you mean by very nearly?" "Well, you see, sir. there wasn't quite enough evidence to convict me." San Francisco Bulletin. Just Girl, After AH! She wore khaki pants, flannel shirt and i a cap, with a pencil behind her ear; had a businesslike looking leather money pouch swung from a strap over her shoulder, and looked like a wartime laundry laun-dry wagon driver or collector. Y'et, in passing a street mirror, she pulled a chamois rag out of her pants pocket, gave her nose a few dabs and straightened her cap La femme eternelle. Los Angeles Times. |