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Show oo lEIfllWHS ENTERED OUCHY OF LUfflBilj i . I Describing the entrance of American troops into Luxemburg, Stars and Stripes says: With General Pershing at their head. ! American troops entered the citv of Luxemburg on Thursday of last week, and straightway fell in love with it. They were captured. They were dis-1 armed. They surrendered immedlatelyJ to the capital of this tiny duchy, set like a jewel in the center of Europe surrendered unconditionally to its ' laughing, warm-hearted, uproariously j hospitable people who are apt to burst at any moment into French, English or German, but who use all three to I say: "We're very glad to sec you." To the tired doughboys, weary from many weeks in the mud and desolation of Argonne, Luxemburg seemed like the promised land, and the city itself gave them such a tumultuous, jubilant welcome as they have not known since they set sail from home. Even the memories of that wonderful Fourth of July in Paris last year faded away beside be-side the greeting that warmed the American hearts at the gates of Luxemburg. Lux-emburg. The helmeted and heavy-packed doughboys they were a battalion from the battle-scarred ISth infantry-marched infantry-marched between houses gorgeous with all the colors of France and Luxemburg Lux-emburg and America, marched under banners with such legends as "Welcome "Wel-come to Our Saviors." From every window win-dow and from every sidewalk the people peo-ple cheered, while the children ran .alongside shouting "'Eep, 'eep, 'ooray." ahu irom up mere on tne Dalcony of the palace, where she stood beside General Pershing, the girl who is the ruler of Luxemburg smiled down on the Yankees. A Country of Romance. For the beautiful Marie Adelaide, grand duchess of Luxemburg, is only a girl. She was no more than 10 when the German army swept across her frontiers on that momentous July 31, 1914, and so began the invasion which ended last Wednesday. No one who has read "The Prisoner of Zenda" can look upon her whom the Luxemburgeois call their nrincess onuvsui tiiuin.iijt, ui r m lit. iuk .-uu l of her driving through the streets of her ancient city recalls always the old Gibson illustrations for that romance. Indeed, Luxemburg is a country of romance, ro-mance, Though the Taride maps would seem to indicate that its debatable acres are jostled by Germany, Belgium and France, you know better. You know the little duchy -is bounded by the Black forest. Zenda and Graustark. It is so preposterously small for a sovereignty. It is no bigger than Rhode Island. Its navy is not, and its army, when recruited to full strength, is no larger than an American company. Service therein insures the soldier a striking uniform and a not particularly hazardous existence. It is all infantry, that army. There is no artillery. There is a favorite joke In Luxemburg that the army dld-get aouie guns once, but that they found they could uot indulge in practice fire without shooting up the neighboring countries. There are' not so many people in the whole realm ! as there are in Syracuse, N. Y. The J capital has 25,000 inhabitants and about the same number of political parties. "Onkel Toms Huttc" It was on Wednesday that the first Americans official forerunners of the army arrived in the city, and from the windows of their hotel watched with no little interest while the last Germans vanished up the street, some with the red brassard of the revolution on their arms, their band defiantly flourishing he "Marseillaise." Even then the Stars and Stripos were flying from a hundred house fronts. Then the people got ready to welcome wel-come the American host. A picture of McKinley emerged from some obtcure resting place and was properly hung. Picture post cards of Le President Wilson Wil-son blossomed miraculously in every shop window, the orchestra at the Casino Ca-sino practiced up on some ragtime and some old Sousa marches, popular American fiction like "Onkel Toms Hutte." nn . |