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there were a score of Germans and AustroHungarians. Again, in our cantonments class feeling has been swept aside, for the selectiveservice law showed no favoritism. Its provisions called to service rich and poor alike, and so they have come to understand one another better. The only class distinction known in the new army comes through intelligence and merit. The men called as privates have their opportunity to win commissions. Trainingschools have been established for them and many have proved themselves worthy to wear the officers' insignia.

These cantonments have given their lesson not only to those who have served in them but to the whole country. The bugaboo of militarism has been laid low. We are not willing to accept the German brand of militarism that makes for conquest and Kultur. But a militarism that strengthens the country's manhood and trains and fits it to defend its homes and fight for justice has proved its worth. Every community over the land has seen its young men called to service by the law. Many of them answered with reluctance and with rebel

lion in their hearts. The same communities have seen those men months later, upstanding in their uniforms, improved in physical and mental vigor and imbued with a new sense of patriotism and desire for service. They have seen what our kind of militarism has done for our America has been caught once unprepared to fight. She will not be so again. One feels confident that when peace comes there will be a wide-spread demand that the work of our cantonments be continued and that we do not abandon these great schools for the discipline and improvement of our manhood.

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Only by a visit to one of the cantonments can a conception be had of the magnitude of the work which the government has done and is doing. They are all cut to the same pattern, generally being laid out in a great U. An example of the best of them is Camp Dix at Wrightstown, New Jersey. Going by train through a quiet farming country, you pass into deep railroad cut, and when you emerge from you have suddenly before your eyes a great, busy city. You enter it by a wide, clean road.

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At one hand you see the great "hostess house," managed by patriotic women for the entertainment of the soldiers' visitors. Beyond that, stretching for a long mile on either hand, are the barracks of the men, set in broad, open spaces. The striking note is the absolute cleanliness-not a scrap of paper, not a bit of rubbish to be seen anywhere. The traffic on the road is heavy. There is a constant movement of wagons and motors, but it is carefully regulated by the military police at the crossings. From headquarters hill, in the camp's centre, you see the whole place under your eyes, a great U of buildings, two miles in depth, enclosing the broad drill-grounds. There is life everywhere. The drill-grounds are alive with men. Here a company working at the manual of arms; here one swinging through the physical drill; here an awkward squad, not yet in uniform, learning the rudiments of marching.

The routine of the enlistment is rather complicated. First we go to the big hall where the recruits are received on their arrival. Here the records of the local draft boards are checked up and the men accounted for. Then they have

their physical examination. A small percentage are rejected as unfit. A large percentage are found to have remediable defects, and provision is made for their treatment. Fully 2 per cent, we were told, have the unpleasant but muchneeded experience of being fumigated, and all have a good bath. Thence the recruit goes to the personnel-office, where hundreds of soldierclerks are at work at long desks. The journey from end to end takes a half-hour. Multiple records are made out for the War Department, the camp-office, and the company commander. These records give a condensed history of the recruit, show his marks of identification and his qualifications for special duties. When they have been completed, he makes his allotments of pay and files his application for government insurance. He leaves the building a member of the army and gets his uniform.

While we were watching this process, scores of men moving from clerk to clerk down the long line, our guide, an upstanding young soldier, informed the captain in charge that one recruit that day had refused to sign any papers. To our inquiry as to what would be done in such a

case the soldier said: "He'll go to the guardhouse. One of the officers will give him a pleasant talking to, reason with him, and the chances are he will come around to-morrowmost of them do. And when they do they get to like the life-it's a fine life."

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