Photograph by E. Lamy 



SALLE DE l'oEIL-DE'-BCEUF (HALL OF THE BULL'S EYE) : PALACE OF VERSAILLES 



So called on account of the oval window where the courtiers of Louis XIV used to await 

 the waking of the monarch in the adjoining apartments. Once the scene of many intrigues, 

 this salon is "some dugout" to the 20th century soldier on leave from the front-line trenches. 



down." And there is always heartfelt 

 feeling in "Gee, how I'd like to be, Gawd, 

 how I want to be, down on the farm." 



THE "BLIGHTY" SOXG 



We stop for a minute or two at a sta- 

 tion and I hear many comments. Here 

 are a few : "I gave her a smile, and as 

 soon as she saw my gold tooth she said, 

 'Oh, ze millionaire.' " And "If this damn 

 war keeps me in the trenches another 

 year, I'm going to desert, I am." At 



which a wild chorus rises up of "Yes, 

 you ain't." Then, in a very soft, drawl-' 

 ing English voice, one boy says : "Aus- 

 tralia is as much a farming country as 

 France; and after what I've seen here, 

 I'll never vote for conscription at home. 

 Suppose my sisters had to plow !" 



Again the train pulls out, and a voice, 

 almost girlish in freshness, sings : "The 

 roses round the door make me love 

 mother more." After he has finished 

 some one starts the "Blighty" song. It 



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