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Show Sherman Was Wrong. The night the armistice was signed was a wild one in Paris. All restrictions restric-tions were off. Every one was happy and saluted every one else French fashion fash-ion as they met on the boulevards. Ml American soldiers were kissed to their hearts' content. Buttons and overseas caps were stolen by the souvenir'.ng mademoiselles. Along toward midnight up the Boulevard des Ilaliens staggered stag-gered a big black colored boy. His coat was open to the breeze, nil its buttons cone, and his head bare. Evidently Evi-dently his cap had also gone to swell some one's collection. As he turned one corner, two chic mndemnisel'es grabbed him. ne kissed him en one cheek and one rn the other. It w;' iiri much f.ir the darkey. Throwin;; both arms in the air. he cried fervently: fervent-ly: "O Lordy : what Mistnh Shcnrnin ! sail! nhcut war's a lie! Dis shu' uius! j he ltebbcn:" I |