rastors ana ineir ujitgrtgauuu'Morning Sermon, F. D. Day Afternoon Sermon, 1. J. SmithLetters From FranceMr. and Mrs. Arnold Block, of, cry is wonderful when one can keep South Hawthorn street, have received . fromlooking at the shell-wrecked the following letter from their son: cities and villages. I've seen hut fewAug. *9, 1918.“Somewhere in France.Dear Dad: Doubtlessly you andmother are wondering where is your I that up, hen.uso the big guns havecomplete houses in this section. Fo; awhile I was looking for new ideas along our lines, but I have givenpany has been hurt yet. I'm glad that I was transferred to the engineers, because it is certainly well thought of, and also the jiighest branch of service in the army.‘Nearly every boy that was drafted from Dayton, when I wus, is either a corporal or a sergeant. By the time you get this letter, there will be unother on the road with my pictures. We dresswandering boy today. All that I can , demolished almost oyeryth.ng that say is that I'm somewhere in frame, was ever constructed m this section. In the best or health, contented at U will take years to rebuild what he .t™. ..mtlmos lonesome. Bu Germans have destroyed. But thetimes, sometimes lonesom never without the hope that I will return to you some day. It seem, years since I've been gone, but I haven't changed a bit. I have nothing to regret for having enlisted when I did except that I am away from home. My work as company clerk keeps me rather busy, so I don’t have time to get the blues very often. I've been clerk since May 27, and have made good. That somewhat lessens the exposure which otherwise 1 would have to experience. So thus far helped by circumstances, 1 have trie*! to better myself. Clean living, healthful exercises, and good companion!-are assisting me in the making of u man. 1 am trying to live according to the teaching of my parents, and so far I have been successful. I have encountered a great many temptations, but the desire to go th« straight road has been the stronger All to my own benefit, so you may expect to receive a morally better lad when I return home. Tom Jeff just walked in and I told him that I wa; writing to you. He send3 best regards to you. He is well and getting xilong fine. Sergeant .Tohn Butlei was hew last night, and we were talking about the folks at home. He wishes to be remembered to you and mother. It was the first time tba I had seen hini for nearly a month He is as fat as ever and has really proven a soldier. He is about thr busiest one in the company, and Uier a great deal of his time is taken ii] dancing; the trench reel is one of the most popular. Then when one of the big shells comes over, be dolt;*s the dugout glide. He is really light or his feet to be so large, But ev.;n if it is Fourth of July every day all the boys are in fine spirits. Company G is known as the best company on the line. We haven't produced a coward yet. And cptr.in Mallory • pi • so by everybody. Tha Fiench oTs w*French are patient and it will not take them long to set things right again. They look upon our boys a real soldiers and with none of the contempt that I expected to see. Indeed, they are a wonderful people.1 have made a number of friends among them. Also among our boys. But always in counting my friends, this little thought runs across my mind. I’ve travelled a great many miles around this old world. I’ve seen almost everything. Sometimes I’ve liked like a beggar, sometimes like a king, I've met many friends, some good, others bad, but I've never bad but two true friends, my mother and my dad. After you two I can count on no more. And when I think of it I love you more than ever. I received mother’s letter yesterday, 1 intend to answer immediately, but I felt as though I hud been neglecting you so I just wrote to you first.I hope that grandmother is well, and doesn’t worry about me any more. Because next to home there isn’t any other place that I would rather be. And all that I give a thought is how long will it be before I will be backover here similar to the French only different color. We wear steel helmets on our heads and gas masks to wear when they shoot poison gas at us. They look awful funny on our faces. These people are the friendliest people I ever saw, and the highest mountains. I climb the mountains every clay. The people in the large towns dress and look like Americans. In the small towns and country, they wear wooden shoes and they drive oxen to wagons. It is awfully cold late in the night, and hot in the* day. I can talk a lot of French. If I get back home I would no? take anything for this trip. Don't worry about me, I have good health, and that is the most important pu.t. Well dear mother, will close with regards to all inquiring friends.liOvo to Karl. Good bye, mother, and do the best you can until 1 como back, and pray for me, as 1 do every night. From your devoted soil,GLENROY CRAIN, 217th Engineers, Co. D, A. K. F.A. P. O. 766, Mobile.Mr. J. II. Hives returned home Wednesday morning from Anbury Park, N. J.,. where he accompanied the remains of his mother. An account of the funeral services will be given next week.COLORED CITIZENS OF f'Ol.l 1-BUS, OHIO. PAY TRIBUTE TO FANNING.One of the most touching honor.*-home. Now I murt close. I.ovc and lhat hng |#tc| ((.n ,,m,; ning, the American baritone, wus pah to him recently at u community “sing’ 'arranged by him at Ohio Field, Cobest wishes to all.1 remain your son,JOHN.Mrs. Isabelle Crain, of Eaton, 0., lumbus, Ohio, is in receipt of an interesting letter | As a prelude, it should be statec from her son, Clenroy Cain, sent from that a few weeks previously Mr. Fan “Somewhere in France. ning hnd sung at a special prograirAmerican Expedit. Force. . of songs and addresses arranged ir Sept. 3, 1918. ‘Columbus in honor of Booker T Dear Mother: I received all of * Washington by some of the leadingyour letters and words cannot expres colored citizens of the city. Mr. Fan how glad I was to receive thorn. I ning sang a group of songs by thi would miss three meals a day for a Negro composer, H. T. Burleigh. Dur week to get a letter from home. I fng a lull in the “sing at Ohio Field have so much to tell, that I hardly * Elliot B. Henderson, a poet and : know how to start. I am well except leader in the artistic and patriot! a cold, and you know I always have J life of his race in Columbus, advance* that. T hope you arc we1!. Te!» Helen and nfler a ;po:-h present'd Mrand Miles I am never Icscsniiie. 1 Fanning with an ebony walking sticl think that there isn’t anybody like.**pl bury dodging bullctr. \VV with a head of twisted gold. It bor. Capt. Mallory. The weather h re is Kot Veiled oth r night and we the inscription, “Presented to Mr. Ce ideal now, but I don't doubt but whnt W1'nt to 11 oult; *n rxound and cil Fanning as n token of appreciate 1he winter wiJJ be xovere. Tkj von- *Uyed ali night. Nobody in our com- by the colored citizens of Columbus.