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Show ! mSmCSPN CITY. " Major Billy" an Authority on Draft Regulations WASHINGTON. The thousands and thousands of drafted men in the National army realize but little how important a part a little woman played in the great gamble which sent them into Hie military forces. When senators and congressmen and war department de-partment officials sing the praises of the draft system they always mention Provost Marshal General Enoch Crow-der, Crow-der, Lieut. Co. Hugh Johnson, Lieut. Col. Allen Gullion and a few others, hut none of them seem to know that "Major Billy" Wellborn is a mighty big factor in the draft machine which is running so smoothly. "Major Billy" is a little girl who keeps the thousands and thousands of NO ORDERS MAJ0( a JUST NOW f& A Ct f WHAT ARE - rules and regulations for draft boards running straight. She is just a little girl and she lisps, but she has been a real major in handling one of the most difficult tasks in this war. When the plan of draft was first announced there were a few rules and regulations laid down. "Major Billy" learned the rules and regulations. New rules and new regulations were added every day as new situations and new cases came up, and "Major Billy" remembered every one of them. The rules and regulations grew too fast for the big officers to remember them all and so they began calling on "Major Billy" for information and she had it. The time has now come when she is generally recognized as the best-Informed best-Informed person in Washington on the draft system. There isn't anything about it that she doesn't know. Secretary of War Baker can't commission women in the army, but if he could it is a safe bet that General Crowder would ask for a commission for "Major Billy." Her associates have given her the recognition of her ability, however, because they have dubbed her "major." Lieutenants, cnp-tains, cnp-tains, majors, colonels and even a brigadier general all salute "Major Billy" as one of them. "Major Billy" always signs her name "W.-. Wellborn." It is strongly rumored, though, that her parents christened her Wilhelmina Wellborn, but the officers in he judge advocate general's office just call her "Major Billy." Fighting Spirit Shown in Veteran, "Only 68" HE WAS old and weather beaten just the sort one would imagine stayed at home and took only a passive interest in outside affairs. But his eyes were bright and there was a stiffening of his shoulders as he walked I'M CliLY68p. Vpfiu-YfARS Vpfiu-YfARS olo L yyC d,S -nn ride ft -tQSK, With TH' .JV Y BEST OF ' TiF into headquarters ana asked if he could see the general. He was told the general was busy, but would see him presently. This didn't satisfy him. He had come some 300 miles "to see the jinrul, and wanted tp see him." Just then the general walked out of his office. The old chap sprang to his feet, crying : "Hello, Jake ; I see that j-ou are a jinrul now, and " "Come right on in, Slack," said the general, and they shook hands. "Come right in. Tm powerful glad to see you. What has brought you so far away from home?" "Well,' sub," the old fellow said, "I don't get to see many papers, but I got hold of one t'other day and it said you were a jinrul and was going to fight anything that needed fighting, an' that you were getting up a passel of cavalry to go with you. Now listen, Jake ; 'scuse me, jinrul, I want to go. I am only sixty-eight years old, but I can ride a boss with the best of them, and can shoot a rifle against any German I ever saw. I have fixed things at home so everything is in good shape. When will we start?" Then the general began to explain. The regulations gr.id this and that. No one over forty-five. years old would be accepted. But the explanations didn't satisfy. "I am just bleedged to go with you, Jake," was the reply to every one. ."And don't you remember," said the old man, who had begun to plead in earnest, "the time you stayed at my house when you were running for the senate. You are jest like you were then one of us folks. Why, you set at my table and talked to the ole woman and the chilluns, and you sholyl ain't going to not let me go after that, are you?" Again the general explained the impossibilities that he himself would like to have a regiment of just such men, but the government forbade. And pretty soon the old fellow and the general went out arm in arm, one pleading and the other defending. Many Lonesome Girls Working for Uncle Sam fTPHE City of Lonesome Girlies." That is Washington. It is safe to say 1 that more girls cry themselves to sleep in Washington each night than In any other city in the whole world. Approximately 50,000 girls have come to Washington since the war began. Every one of the 50,000 is a little homesick home-sick girlie, too. They have come from every corner of the Union nnd from every city and hamlet. Every one of ttiein wants to go back home, too. It is all because Washington Is just a great, big lonesome town. It is a town of grand distances and every little stranger Is overawed by the big tilings and the big people here ami she wants to get, back to the home folks and the family circle. Uncle ' WISH TH' MAIL f- 1 1, , man wom-0k I COULD JU5T Ai ' ij I die rri60LonELT 1 Sam can't spare her, though, because he needs every bit of help that he can get to win this war. Each day sees a new Hood of girls coming to Washington "to work for the government." Each night finds the new girls looking for a home, and a terrible task it is. With housing conditions overworked nlrendy and rooms a scarcity, the lone girl has n pretty stiff proposition before her. The Y. W. C. A. and other organizations have tried to help her, but ihey can't bring iu the comforts that mother provides. All of the brave hearts in this war are not on the battlefields of France. There to thousands of brave hearts In the lonesome girls of the national capital. - i Probably All Symbols Looked Alike to Him HE WAS marching through a park. Y'ou couldn't call It walking, because he marched. Perhaps be struck the gait that suited him because there was no one around unless you count sparrows and a woman feeding a squirrel. Anyhow, he was marching, holding before him a jonquil with a long, sappy stem. He must have seen in the blossom something more than au everyday five-cents-aplece flower, for he held It before him as nn altar boy carries a blessed candle. The woman stopped peanuttlng the squirrel squir-rel to look at (he slow-moving figure, but the man paid no attention. The jonquil might have been a magic wand that was vlslonlng to him jonquils that Moomed In the garden of his youth. You never can -tell what wonderful thing is going on In the heart and soul and brain of nay man or woman you pass on life's cross-roads, especially a man who goes marching through a park carrying a jonquil as If It were u blessed candle. The man was marching himself out of the Incident when a tiny fltlrl trotted from around a bush, and he handed her the Jonquil with the chivalry of on old-lime cavalier. Then he unhooked Ids cane from his arm and held It before him as un ltur boy holds a blessed candle and marched on. So you see you never can really tell. |