Breaking into single file, the Sammies stepped out of the darkness into the American Red Cross buffet at the railroad station, stowed away their rifles and steel helmets and lined up for free chow. Fifteen American women, worked like biscuit-pushers in a beanery and when they began to lose ground against the crush of hungry Sammies, the colonel himself jumped behind the counter and poured coffee out of a big pail. There wasn't much time. The troop train slid into the station, the Sammies piled in, 40 to a car and the officers clambered into their coach. Up forward the whistle tooted cautiously; a lantern flashed and the first American Sammies to the front. And some of them aren't coming back. The train moved out carrying the On the Way to France A card from Sergeant Guy Seig from Buffalo, New York, says: "Are on our way to New York. Expect to eat our Thanksgiving dinner in France." Sergeant Seig was in command of the squad of Montana men on guard at the I.W.W. detachment camp here during the summer. HANDICRAFT FOR GIRLS By DOROTHY PERKINS (Copyright, by A. Neely Hall.) SOAP BUBBLE FUN. 