3. Have all b.u.t.tons fastened.
4. Never have sleeves rolled up.
5. Never wear sleeve holders.
6. Never leave shirt or coat unb.u.t.toned at the throat.
7. Have leggins and trousers properly laced. (Only leggins).
8. Keep shoes shined.
9. Always be clean shaved. (Unecessary).
10. Keep head up and shoulders square.
11. Camp life has a tendency to make one careless as to personal cleanliness. Bear this in mind.
We then gave the Milatary Salute and disbanded, as it was time to go home and dress for dinner.
On returning to my domacile I discovered that, although the sun had set and the hour of twilight had arived, the Emblem of my Country still floated in the breese. This made me very angry, and ringing the door-bell I called William to the steps and pointing upward, I said:
"William, what does this mean?"
He pretended not to understand, although avoiding my eye.
"What does what mean, Miss Barbara?"
"The Emblem of my Country, and I trust of yours, for I understand you are naturalized, although if not you"d better be, floating in the breese AFTER SUNSET."
Did I or did I not see his face set into the lines of one who had little or no respect for the Flag?
"I"ll take it down when I get time, miss," he said, in a tone of resignation. "But what with making the salid and laying the table for dinner and mixing c.o.c.ktails, and the cook so ugly that if I as much as ask for the paprika she"s likely to throw a stove lid, I haven"t much time for Flags."
I regarded him sternly.
"Beware, William," I said. "Remember that, although probably not a Spy or at least not dangerous, as we in this country now have our eyes open and will stand no nonsense, you must at all times show proper respect to the National Emblem. Go upstairs and take it in."
"Very well, miss," he said. "But perhaps you will allow me to say this, miss. There are to many houses in this country where the Patriotic Feeling of the inhabatants are shown only by having a paid employee hang out and take in what you call The Emblem."
He then turned and went in, leaving me in a stupafied state on the door-step.
But I am not one to be angry on hearing the truth, although painfull. I therfore ran in after him and said:
"William, you are right and I am wrong. Go back to your Pantrey, and leave the Flag to me. From now on it will be my duty."
I therfore went upstairs to my father"s dressing room, where he was shaveing for dinner, and opened the window. He was disagreable and observed:
"Here, shut that! It"s as cold as blue blazes."
I turned and looked at him in a severe manner.
"I am sorry, father," I said. "But as between you and my Country I have no choice."
"What the d.i.c.kens has the Country got to do with giving me influensa?"
he exclaimed, glaring at me. "Shut that window."
I folded my arms, but remained calm.
"Father," I said, in a low and gentle tone, "need I remind you that it is at present almost seven P. M. and that the Stars and Stripes, although supposed to be lowered at sunset, are still hanging out this window?"
"Oh, that"s it, is it?" he said in a releived tone. "You"re nothing if you"re not thorough, Bab! Well, as they have hung an hour and fifteen minutes to long as it is, I guess the Country won"t go to the dogs if you shut that window until I get a shirt on. Go away and send Williarm up in ten minutes."
"Father," I demanded, intencely, "do you consider yourself a Patriot?"
"Well," he said, "I"m not the shouting tipe, but I guess I"ll be around if I"m needed. Unless I die of the chill I"m getting just now, owing to one shouting Patriot in the Familey."
"Is this your Country or William"s?" I insisted, in an inflexable voice.
"Oh, come now," he said, "we can divide it, William and I. There"s enough for both. I"m not selfish."
It is always thus in my Familey. They joke about the most serious things, and then get terrably serious about nothing at all, such as overshoes on wet days, or not pa.s.sing in French grammer, or having a friend of the Other s.e.x, etcetera.
"There are to many houses in this country, father," I said, folding my arms, "where the Patriotism of the Inhabatants is shown by having a paid employee hang out and take in the Emblem between c.o.c.ktails and salid, so to speak."
"Oh damm!" said my father, in a feirce voice. "Here, get away and let me take it in. And as I"m in my undershirt I only hope the neighbors aren"t looking out."
He then sneazed twice and drew in the Emblem, while I stood at the Salute. How far, how very far from the Plattsburg Manual, which decrees that our flag be lowered to the inspiring music of the Star-Spangled Banner, or to the bugel call, "To the Colors."
Such, indeed, is life.
LATER: Carter Brooks dropped in this evening. I was very cold to him and said:
"Please pardon me if I do not talk much, as I am in low spirits."
"Low spirits on a holaday!" he exclaimed. "Well, we"ll have to fix that.
How about a motor Picnic?"
It is always like that in our house. They regard a Party or a Picnic as a cure for everything, even a heartache, or being worried about Spies, etcetera.
"No, thank you," I said. "I am worried about those of my friends who have enlisted." I then gave him a scornful glance and left the room. He said "Bab!" in a strange voice and I heard him coming after me. So I ran as fast as I could to my Chamber and locked the door.
IN CAMP GIRLS AVIATION CORPS, APRIL 12TH.
We are now in Camp, although not in Unaform, owing to the delivery waggon not coming yet with our clothes. I am writing on a pad on my knee, while my Orderley, Betty Anderson, holds the ink bottle.
What a morning we have had!