WHAT THE BOYS IN KHAKI -GAN DO FOR RECREATIONAnd Mow tlw- V* lit Onmp foil ami I'nine Keep Hu-—Even Ar-r.n?cin«ils for Omforliible HnOrlllg Arc Made Ity KATHFR1NF HA V1LAXM TAYI-oit (Daughter of the laic A. n. Taylor. Former Rector of Iho Trinity Memorial Church. This City).In I lie Y. A Mont mu tran nliivfng' IV ?•' n”1 -I ..I Me.-,I«tliiil Is true. I didn’t mu lie II up!!, a f'lirlntiiiu Seli-nlim Molt;,lt;| ueur linn*hub over tousle, it Catholic wrote Ict-j iters at a near mldc. It Is plousuinl | to think that people M raying lmni' their Individual muiurc* mv one., which seems to Ih hroutl enough io hold thciii nil!(Editors Note—The following article Is of unusual interest since the author. Katherine Havllnnd Taylor, la a daughter of the late Rev. A. R. Taylor, St one time rector of the Trinity Episcopal church).When I visited Camp Crane, which la planted on the Fair Grounds at Allentown. I found a splendid ‘Y’ with a library, pol tables aitd coro-tortuble chairs and lounges. On two lounges were soldiers and both snored! They get mighty tired at first.” said my guide: ‘wu try to make It Just as easy for them to rest as to play,” and it sounded so. 1 had come to these camps with my mind set at a serious angle, come in the iu-! tcrest of the United War Work Campaign. 1 had not expected to hear stories about pink silk atocklngs nor to loau a young lady hair pins for her —yamplro lock,” but 1 did both. Just Inside the gates at Camp Crane Is the IY. W. C. A. Hostess House and I waited there, in the little sitting room for the •»* man. A little girl of about sixteen wandered In and spoke to me. I “I've promised to woman who keeps [ this here place to slay here with my gentleman friend,” she said. 1 don’t 1 know so well, but he’s grand. He want ed 1 should take a trip with him. ’Indeed?’ said I. ’-Yes, she answered I and then, ’don’t my hair look fierce Then I came across with the hairpins, after which 1 wandered over lo a woman In the corner She's nothing but a baby.’ said the pleasant faced woman, and most men ar© thnt too. They simply can’t think. I try to do what I’can.’Mixture*.The superintendent .of the Y at Camp Crane told me some interesting things ahoul the varied appeal of the work and through that I learned Of the broadening effect the war had had on Iho organisation. Reflect. If you will, on the probability of iho representative of .the Jewish Welfare Board rooming In the Y. M. C. A. before iho war! That wouldn't havo gone, would II? Rui now. at Camp Crane, this representative lias a roomIn a earner of the Y. The American Library Association helps young Hebrews who want books, the Y helps their represen la tlvc who wauts a room and altogether In the tangle, any money, given anywhere— to the Y. M. C. A.. National Catholic War Council. War Camp Community Service, Y W. C. A.. Jewish Welfare Board. Salvation Army, or tho American Library Association—any money given to any of these will help them all do much for many. Mixtures make me think of something I saw at Camp Crane. That a group around the pianoTank l ump. ,Camp Cull. Gettysburg, is u Tank Camp, a big one. I motored over It. ’ covered lt;iuite u distance and saw- live »’» all of them Hupping 101)1* fur-! nlsliod with benches, tables, reading and writing materials, a motion picture machine, u piano and n home feel. The first one I entered was tilled with men who were writing tel* tera. I stood by n big chap who was evidently great on (he fletehcr theory and who was painfully scribbling on Y stationery. |- ashamed to, confess I looked at the hoadiO It began, trear Maw and Sadie.’The men.” salfl my host, write1 here when they wouldn't elsewhere. Wo try to make It easy for them. We give them paper and envelope*, a place to post Icttcia and buy stamps and reasonable qutct. Who you think what letter* may meuit in sonic home you realise writing »houl(1 be made easy.” I nodded, thinking of Maw and Sadie” and the many hoys and men who pndmhly would not—could not—writ© unless writing were made •undo a very simple mailer. Then” wcnt on my guide, “they get money orders hero and I'm sure they often sod more home than they Intended I to. because we aw interested In their doing so. A postal clerk couldn't say. Is that all you'r© going to send your mother?” Hut we know the follow and know he ought to—and do. We don't butt in. but we try to keep the fellows thinking of home, and feeling at home. That'* our Job.”The 'Y' lent for (he Casual Com-