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Show I THE WHITE FEATHER NOT FOR HIM. Walla the European war has surpassed sur-passed all others in the number of nations engaped and the number of men employed, as well as In intensity intens-ity and ghastllness, there are certain features connected with the mighty upheaval which compel our admiration admira-tion and respect, says Coe Hayne of the local Baptist church. The readiness readi-ness with which the youth of the warring war-ring nations in no way responsible for the war have rallied to the colors, Las no parallel In history. In Great Britain the young mrn who cor'd ro to the front, but prefer to stay away, Are called "slackers." The girls and women have adopted a way of shaming those craven ones- for their lack of courage and patriotism. It Is the simple sim-ple expedient of pinning a white feather upon the lapel. The Milwaukee Milwau-kee Free Press tells how one girl made the grave mistake of pinning a feaih cr on i he lapel of a hero. The story 5s as follows: I Francis William Sankey limped down the beach and sat down alone on the sand. Dressed in "civvies." without even a badge to show that he had offered himself to fight, Sankey Sank-ey looked the part of the slacker. Ai Past that's how he looked from where Miss Somebody sat. But you never can tell. She deiests slackers, whether wheth-er they're conscientious objectors or men who evade service through tech nicalities. "Excuse me a moment," said the j.irl to her circle of war-invalids. "I'm going to decorate the gentleman." She took a white feather out of her tat and walked over to Sankey. I "You look rather nice," said Miss Somebody, "but you'd look better in Miaki " With that she stuck the white leather in his lapel. Sankey rose painfully to his feet. The crowd gave him the roar, the .girl laughed derisively, and the Tommies Tom-mies backed her up. "I was tongue-tied," said Sankey later. "I didn't know what to do 'Every time I opened my mouth they only roared louder. At last I asked them to give me a chance. They did, and you should have seen them melt away. The white feather girl disap ipeared first, but she didn't apologize. apolo-gize. That's what makes me sore." Sankey's record is one which any Britisher might be proud of. Here it 5s: Gunner in the Royal Field ar(iller, he fought at La Bassil. Givenchy, '"Plug Street," Featubert, Ypres. three times; Neuve Chapelle, Dickenbusch, Kemmel and Hill Sixty. Three times Ik was sent to England, wounded. After Af-ter his twenty-third trip to the operating operat-ing table the army discharged him on (pension. His left hand is useless nd (he limps from his wounds. At the base of his skull there Is a silver plaie, and in various parts of his body 1L'1 stitches have hern taken. |
