Photograph from Harriet Chalmers Adams 

 FORTY THOUSAND FRENCH WOMEN ARE WORKING ON TRAINS, RAILROADS, AND 



STREET-CAR LINES 



And they go about their work cheerfully, finding in helpful service to their country a panacea 

 for the sorrows and privations which they undergo 



all ?" I whispered to my fellow-country- 

 woman. 



"I think he must break all rules — go 

 over the top and call for his men to fol- 

 low," she suggested, with an admiring 

 glance. 



Certainly this keen-eyed, clear-skinned 

 colonel was the most soldierly man I met 

 in France, where all the officers are splen- 

 did, in their caps as red as the battlefield 

 and their uniforms as blue as the sky. 

 The Commandant of Verdun was an- 



other dinner guest ; and a New Yorker, 

 just arrived in Nancy in the interests of 

 the Lafayette Kit Fund, which supplies 

 warm underwear and "smokes" to the 

 p oil us. 



"One of our guests may be a little late." 

 the hostess said ; and he arrived a few 

 moments later — a young lieutenant, in 

 dark blue, with the insignia of the bird 

 on his sleeve. He had flown over from 

 Paris with a message and would fly back 

 after dinner. 



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