before the last drop of blood leaves my body. When we are in action and Boche in sight I am crazy; all I want to do is kill. Have seen dead Germans piled five and six high. But the United States boys still go on, and Fritzes going on the double, it is a running fight. I wonder what they think of the United States Army now in Berlin. We don't retreat until the last man is gone. George, help the Red Cross-as I know you do. They are the greatest people on the face of this earth for wounded soldiers. I'll never forget their kindness or any other soldier here, especially when I was so slightly hurt they were so kind to me, every branch of them. There are not words big enough for me to express my kindness, for what they are doing here in France. Nine months on the go and roughing it in all kinds of weather and barns and up in the trenches, and then to be treated with such kindness! I can't get over it, a nice bed to lie in. The last time I lay in a bed was home over a year ago. Corporal Leo is going to write, and Patsy Shea I did not get time to look up. George, I'll be back in the game soon and going to make up for lost time on some of these Wienerwursts and going to fight like h If God is good and spares me I'll see you all some day, and if not it is just the same to me, for I am always ready to meet my Maker. The old regiment, Sixty-ninth, never faltered and we are here to the finish. The great outpouring of French sentiment for Americans is described by Lieut. Frank O. Brigham, of the Air Service, whose home is in Oakland, Cal. He writes to his father, F. E. Brigham: I was in Paris on the 14th of July. It was a wonderful day in every way. The early morning was very dull and gray, but by the time the parade was started there was not a cloud in the sky. I never expect to see another spectacle like it unless I am fortunate enough to see an Allied entry into Berlin. 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It was difficult that day to realize that it was a French fête and not American. Everywhere the American uniform was a signal for a demonstration. I was fortunate to be at the Place de l'Opéra about five that evening when a camion train of Americans left for their camps. As you know, the Place is always crowded at that hour, and I believe that every man in that outfit left Paris a great deal richer than when he came in. The crowd was throwing everything to them, money, jewels, cigarets, etc. There is no question in my mind but what France is Americanized; anything American is now decidedly au fait. Lieut. H. M. Ewing, son of George Ewing, chairman of the Ohio Civil Service Commission, shares the general opinion of our boys that the Boche is "a detestable creature." "A Boche is a Boche," he writes, "and the deceitful, treacherous tricks of some of them have deprived them of the privileges and quarter decreed some classes by the rules of warfare." The Lancaster Daily Eagle quotes from a recent batch of letters from "Somewhere in France": 66 Lieutenant Ewing tells of his own experience in finding Germans chained to their guns. He says on this subject that Iwe have come on Boches chained to their guns which are too heavy for one man to carry, a chain fastened by a padlock, passing around their waists. The French say these chained men are men convicted by court martial, thus sentenced for trivial offenses. They are not taken prisoners, for they usually fire until the last. We have found dead Boches lying beside their guns with Red-Cross brassards on and have found others, when all hope of stopping us is up and our men coming upon them, run a few paces from their guns and put the Red-Cross armlet on. But our men are wise now, and such tactics receive little consideration and meet with no success." That the Germans have no idea of the number of Americans in France is indicated by the following incident related by Lieutenant Ewing: "I was present here at headquarters when some of the Boche prisoners, sacrifice troops, were questioned. They all give willing answers, tho most of them know very little of the Germans' intentions and plans. Some are mere boys, others are old men, while some are fine specimens. We are fighting the flower-the crack divisions of Germany, yet they say that if a stand is to be made against us, new divisions will have to be thrown in, morale of those now facing us is We took prisoner a boy of fifteen years of age, who had been drafted four days before we captured him. Intelligent, weak, and acquainted with the recent internal conditions of Germany, and willing to tell all he knew, intelligence officers said he was the best they ever got. very as the bad. "The French inhabitants around here say that during this drive a steady, continuous line of ambulances filled with wounded passed to the German rear. I Boche killed and wounded and prisoners at 200,000. They are not all buried around here yet. In the first line, prisoners say, they get one meal of soup, coffee, and black bread a day. Behind the line, they get coffee morning and night, in addition to their noonday 'meal'-and they do things on such rations, too! "The Allies own the air here-no Boche planes attempt the sky like they did where we were, and only French 'sausages' are up. Every day the Boche gets an extra kick. Pretty soon he'll get tired of facing it, for as a nation they can't stand continuous setbacks and defeats. They are fine while their machine works, but let some one throw a hammer into the cogs and the whole works 'go up,' as the British say. As we came along on the way here, people at times shouted 'Finis la guerre!' One house our train passed had a big banner nailed up, upon which in English were the words: 'We thank you for your aid."" A stirring account of a battle in which he was wounded is given in a letter from Base Hospital No. 34 in France, written by Howard Huston, of Sweet Springs, Mo. In "a sort of wild, enchanted forest, like one of the spots in Grimm's Fairy-Tales," the foe was first encountered. Germans at machine guns tried to stop their advance, but "it couldn't be done; you can't stop Americans." The story continues in the Sweet Springs Herald: A few men dropt; some dead, some wounded. We kept up a heavy fire as we advanced on the wood. Suddenly the firing ceased, and lo and behold, in single file, one behind the other, they filed outabout five hundred Germans in all and taken in the first twenty minutes! A moment later and I heard the Colonel's voice behind us, "Is this Company M? Good work, great work. Keep it up.' We charged the woods. 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I left him there with a man to care for him. Inside of ten minutes the man was back. Pop had smiled to the last and I had to stop and wipe my eyes. three little children back in Summertown, There's a wife and Tenn., who are going to be mighty loneIf I wanted to define the word gentleman, I'd say, "Pop Crane." some. On we went, ten kilometers I think they say we advanced. We took many prisoners, had some men killed, some wounded. Duofold underwear A thin layer of fine Wool is interknit over a thin layer of soft The outer Wool absorbs perspiration from the inner layer of Cot- An Air Space between the layers of wool and cotton ventilates Duofold Health Underwear Co., Mohawk, N. Y. feelings. I am not ashamed to a that my eyes were far from dry, and others were in the same condition wonder if that welcome was heard Berlin, and, if so, whether some of more prophetic did not understand what it was to them-the first mutter of a storm that will break and destroy th It was difficult that day to realize it was a French fête and not Ameri Everywhere the American uniform w signal for a demonstration. I was for nate to be at the Place de l'Opéra an five that evening when a camion train. Americans left for their camps. As know, the Place is always crowded at th hour, and I believe that every man in th outfit left Paris a great deal richer th when he came in. The crowd was thro ing everything to them, money, je cigarets, etc. There is no question in mind but what France is Americanize anything American is now decided au fait. Lieut. H. M. Ewing, son of Geor Ewing, chairman of the Ohio Civil Servi Commission, shares the general opin of our boys that the Boche is "a detesta creature." "A Boche is a Boche," writes, "and the deceitful, treachero tricks of some of them have depri them of the privileges and quarter decre some classes by the rules of warfare." T Lancaster Daily Eagle quotes from a rece batch of letters from "Somewhere France": Lieutenant Ewing tells of his own perience in finding Germans chained their guns. He says on this subject the 66 Iwe have come on Boches chained to the guns which are too heavy for one man " carry, a chain fastened by a padlock, pas ing around their waists. The French s these chained men are men convicted b court martial, thus sentenced for triva offenses. They are not taken prisoners, fe they usually fire until the last. We hav found dead Boches lying beside their gu with Red-Cross brassards on and have found others, when all hope of stopping us is up and our men coming upon them. run a few paces from their guns and pu the Red-Cross armlet on. But our m are wise now, and such tactics receive little consideration and meet with D success." That the Germans have no idea of the number of Americans in France is ind cated by the following incident related by Lieutenant Ewing: "I was present here at headquarters when some of the Boche prisoners, sacrifice troops, were questioned. They all ge willing answers, tho most of them kno very little of the Germans' intentions and plans. Some are mere boys, others are old men, while some are fine specimens We are fighting the flower-the crai divisions of Germany, yet they say if a stand is to be made against us, DEW divisions will have to be thrown in, as morale of those now facing us is very bad We took prisoner a boy of fifteen years d that age, who had been drafted four days before we captured him. Intelligent, weak, and acquainted with the recent internal e ditions of Germany, and willing to tell all he knew, intelligence officers said he was the best they ever got. "The French inhabitants around here say that during this drive a steady, con tinuous line of ambulances filled with wounded passed to the German rear. 4 no heard a French officer to-day estimate the Boche killed and wounded and prisoners at 200,000. They are not all buried around In the first line, prisoners say, here yet. they get one meal of soup, coffee, and black bread a day. Behind the line, they get coffee morning and night, in addition to their noonday 'meal'-and they do things on such rations, too! "The Allies own the air here--no Boche planes attempt the sky like they did where we were, and only French 'sausages' are up. Every day the Boche gets an extra kick. Pretty soon he'll get tired of facing it, for as a nation they can't stand continuous setbacks and defeats. They are fine while their machine works, but let some one throw a hammer into the cogs the and the whole works 'go up,' as British say. As we came along on the way here, people at times shouted 'Finis la guerre!' One house our train passed had a big banner nailed up, upon which in English were the words: 'We thank you for your aid."" A stirring account of a battle in which he was wounded is given in a letter from Base Hospital No. 34 in France, written by Howard Huston, of Sweet Springs, Mo. In "a sort of wild, enchanted forest, like one of the spots in Grimm's Fairy-Tales," the foe was first encountered. Germans at machine guns tried to stop their advance, but "it couldn't be done; you can't stop Americans." The story continues in the Sweet Springs Herald: A few men dropt; some dead, some wounded. We kept up a heavy fire as we advanced on the wood. Suddenly the firing ceased, and lo and behold, in single file, one behind the other, they filed outabout five hundred Germans in all and taken in the first twenty minutes! A moment later and I heard the Colonel's voice behind us, "Is this Company M? Good work, great work. Keep it up." We charged the woods. A few Germans were found in the trees, dugouts, etc. Then I forgot everything for a few minutes. When I came to I felt something warm on my stomach. I reached up my hand and saw it was blood. My runner was kneeling by me. I saw at once that it was not serious. A first-aid packet strapped tightly around me, a drink of water, and then through the woods after the platoon. We found three Germans in it as we went through. It was either they or ourselves who were to stop, and they will bother no more. When I came up to the company they were in a wheat-field under heavy machine-gun fire. Pop Crane went forward to put them out of business. He did it, but he didn't come back. I sent a runner to the captain; he, too, was wounded. I was in command of the company. Forward again we went and I came on to Pop Crane. He was hopelessly wounded. He took his revolver from his holster, smiled, handed it to me and said, "Do your best with it, boy. I can not use it any more." I left him there with a man to care for him. Inside of ten minutes the man was back. Pop had smiled to the last and I had to stop and wipe my eyes. There's a wife and three little children back in Summertown, Tenn., who are going to be mighty loneIf I wanted to define the word gentleman, I'd say, "Pop Crane." some. On we went, ten kilometers I think they say we advanced. We took many prisoners, had some men killed, some wounded. Who smiles while shaving?-the man with a GEM-however stiff his beard. Smiles over his GEM Service Outfit in its neat, compact little khaki case-Smiles on the hike at its featherweight-Smiles in the trenches as he shows it to his comrades-Smiles because he knows that in that little case are seven of those wonderful GEM Blades, which guarantee a quick, comfortable shave any time, anywhere-use a GEM and smile. Smile as you shave-the GEM way for over a |