Photograph by Herbert Corey 



OPEN-AIR BARBERING AT IVEN 



Where one of the most noted Serbian divisions, that of the Morava, had its camp at the time. 

 Two peasant children are watching the operation. 



"To the funk-holes, girls ; hurry," said 

 the doctor. 



He stood at the mouth of his indi- 

 vidual funk-hole and waited. Like a 

 captain whose duty it is to stand by his 

 ship, he felt that he must -see his nurses 

 secure. They had but to get into the bot- 

 tom of the funk-holes and take a half 

 turn to the left and there they were 

 safe — at least as safe as could be ex- 

 pected. 



XO ONE WORRIES ABOU1 BOMB DROPPERS 



The girls ran. But instead of running 

 to the funk-holes they ran to their tents 

 and produced minute cameras, each hav- 

 ing a possible range of about 40 feet. 

 They stood there in the open and snap- 

 shotted the flier and uttered small, ex- 

 cited squeaks of satisfaction. The doctor 

 did not go down into his funk-hole. He 

 showed a regrettable lack of moral cour- 

 age. I could not go either, for I was 

 talking to the doctor. 



Always the Monastir road is lined with 

 road-menders. Some wear the dirty 



brown uniform and the Russian cap of 

 the Bulgarian army. They are not par- 

 ticularly happy, but they are frankly at 

 ease. Broadly speaking, the Bulgarian 

 does not seem to know what the war is 

 all about. If it were only to fight the 

 Serb, he would not mind. He has always 

 fought the Serb. He dislikes the Serb 

 quite as cordially as the Serb detests him. 

 But he remembers that only a little while 

 ago he was at work, having just returned 

 to his farm from the last war, in which 

 he fought the Serb to his heart's content. 

 This time he was called out to fight 

 Great Britain and Russia, countries 

 which have always been known to the 

 Bulgarian as his country's friends. He 

 is puzzled and says so. Very often he is 

 so puzzled that he deserts. 



GERMANS BOSS THE ROAD MENDER OF THE 

 MONASTIR ROAD 



If there are helmeted Germans on the 

 road, they are the gang bosses. The Ger- 

 man is an excellent gang boss. His Bul- 

 garian underlings are made to work much 



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