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Title: Soldier silhouettes on our front
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Stidger, William Le Roy, 1886- (from old catalog)
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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was immediately imperative. Ihad known the boy, and was there by 78 SOLDIER SILHOUETTES courtesy of the major in charge of the hos-pital. The boy had asked that I come., For just one hour they worked, twoskilled American surgeons, whose names,if I were to mention them, would be recog-nized as two of Americas greatest special-ists. France has many of them who havegiven up their ten-thousand-dollar fees toendure danger to save our boys. Duringthat hours stress and strain, with sweatpouring from their brows, they worked.Now and then there was a nod to a nurse,who seemed to understand without words,and a motion of a hand, but not three wordswere spoken. It made a Silhouette of Si-lence that saved a boys life. The next scene is a listening-post. Twomen are stretched on their stomachs in thebrown grass. A little hole, just enough toconceal their bodies, has been dug there.The upturned roots of an old tree that abursting shell had desecrated was just infront. Tap ! Tap! Tap ! came the sounds
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The upturned roots of an old tree were just in front SILHOUETTES OF SILENCE 79 of Bodies at work somewhere near andunderground. It is needless to say that thiswas a Silhouette of Silence, and that a cer-tain Y. M. C. A. secretary was glad whenit was all over and he got back where hebelonged. The beautiful columns of the Madeleinebask under the moonlight. Paris was neverso quiet. The silence of eternity seemed tohave settled down over her. As one lookedat the Madeleine under that magical whitemoonlight he imagined that he had beentransported back to Athens, and that hewas no longer living in modern times andin a world at war. It was all so quiet andpeaceful, with a great moon floating in theskies But what is that awful wail that sud-denly smites the stillness as with a blow?It seems like the wailing of all the lost soulsof the war. It sounds like the crying ofthe more than five million sorrowing women 80 SOLDIER SILHOUETTES there are left comfortless in Europe. It isthe siren. An air-r

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