Military Cops Make Army Toe the MarkFort Lewis, Wash.The military police—not thegoblins—will get you at Fort Lewis, Wash., if you don’t watch out.We can’t leave our posts even for a Utle while without offending some military cop,” Private William DeVroom complains in a letter to his friend, Harm DeVries of 3250 South Sixth East street. Those guys would just as soor. clamp youin the guard house as not. If we do anything wrong or break a rule, presto!—we're behind bars.”DeVroom objects to the daily routine, too, because it starts before the clay does.”All In Day's WorkWe get up at 5:30 a, jh., exercise for an hour, then eat,” he says. After that we start our drill and hear lectures until noon. Then we drill and hear some more lectures, then top it off by parading in front of the big shots so that we can salute them. By that time it is supper time, so we eat and go to bed.”Private DeVroom found him-sself in the repair department the other day, They sent me there to repair trucks, artillery; rifles and all such stuff, but they .won’t let me begin for six weeks. First, I must drill, and p.rovc to them that I am a good soldier. It they are convinced, then I can start fixing things.”But He Likes SceneryAt least DeVroom is contented with the scenery. He claims that everything is beautiful and green, not so .wasteful as in Utah ”The roads are” good, too, he says, and there is undoubtedly a lot to see, although I haven’t seen much of it yet. Now and then we take a nice, long hike which includes plenty of country, but as yet they haven’t let me go into town.The camp is particularly beautiful, surrounded by pine trees and hills and all sorts of scenery. Besides, it is spring, and the birds are singing, tra la. Boy, you should be here. Everybody should be here.”