used as officers' messes, and the young men in training took their meals 

 in the dining halls of Madison and the Graduate College. 



Early in the autumn, very soon after the new railroad station was 

 finished and the old one removed, an educational mission arrived from 

 England, to make a study of the larger colleges, westward to St. Louis 

 and as far south as New Orleans. The mission, which included our 

 friend Shipley, then recently chosen Master of Christ's College, Cam- 

 bridge, and a newly dubbed knight, was formally received in the Fac- 

 ulty Room, Nassau Hall. Shipley's address was characteristically hu- 

 mourous; he remarked that knighthoods were then flying about so thick 

 and fast in England, that it was difficult to escape them and he had 

 not succeeded in doing so. I don't imagine that he tried very hard, for 

 very few people really dislike honours. For the first time since 1777, the 

 British flag was hoisted over Nassau Hall. With the bane of inaccuracy, 

 which seems to mar almost all British attempts to describe things Ameri- 

 can, the London Times declared that the union jack flew over Nassau 

 Hall for the first time in 177 years! This is pushing the Revolution back 

 considerably. 



Pyne gave a luncheon to the mission at his house, to which I was in- 

 vited. At table, I sat next to that most genial of philosophers, Sir H. A. 

 Jones, of Glasgow, whose acquaintance I had made some years before 

 when he lectured in Princeton. He showed me the itinerary of the party, 

 with a list of all the places to be visited and the date for each, a most 

 formidable document. As I handed it back to him, I asked : "And where 

 are you arranging to meet the undertaker?" He laughed and repUed: 

 "That is too serious a matter to jest about." 



Our second daughter, Mary, completed her training as a nurse at St. 

 Luke's Hospital, New York, in the fall of 1917 and immediately entered 

 the military service by way of the Red Cross. She was first sent to Camp 

 Hancock at Augusta, Ga., and subsequently to France, to "Base Hos- 

 pital 53." We did not learn, while hostilities lasted, that this hospital was 

 at Langres, near Chaumont, where General Pershing's headquarters 

 were. She did not get home till June 1919, after a most interesting ex- 

 perience, which is but imperfectly recorded in her hurried letters, writ- 

 ten always with the fear of the censor before her eyes. 



The Germans seemed to have a great "pull" with the weather authori- 

 ties. We had repeatedly read complaints in the British and French re- 

 ports of the way in which the German operations, both of attack and 

 defence, had been favoured by the weather conditions. The winter of 

 1917-1918, the first after our entry into the war, was the coldest ever 



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