Photograph from Harriet Chalmers Adams 

 FRENCH SOLDIERS MARCHING ON THE RUE ROYAEE 



ingly happy, and oh, so grateful. Each 

 new taxi takes its load, until presently 

 only the "Monkey Boy," the "Infant," 

 and myself are left. The baby soldier 

 doesn't seem to mind that the big fellow's 

 arm is around his shoulder — in fact, he 

 seems to like it. I direct our driver to 

 take me home first, because they want a 

 longer ride, they tell me. 



As we speed along, in spite of my best 

 efforts the conversation lags ; then dies 

 utterly. A deep gloom seems to have 

 settled upon my two companions, and 

 suddenly I begin to understand : for I 

 know the look which says, "I am leaving 

 all this behind." I sense the heartache 

 behind the smiling face. I feel the utter 

 cruelty of it all, so I don't talk about it. 

 When it comes time for us to part I only 

 ask, "And so you two are going out to- 

 night?" The brave little "Infant" grins 

 painfully as he tells me: "Yes, for us it's 



over the top and the best o' luck." 

 say, "God bless you." 



It's all one can say, you know. 



So I 



THE MID-WINTER NUMBER 



The unprecedented achievement of suc- 

 cessfully completing 23,000,000 pages of 

 four-color, as represented in the 700,- 

 000 copies of the Flag or October Num- 

 ber of the National Geographic Maga- 

 zine — work which could only be done in 

 the hours of daylight, because of the ne- 

 cessity for perfect registration — together 

 with delays in delivery, owing to the 

 congestion of transportation, seriously 

 retarded the early completion of that 

 truly remarkable issue. It therefore has 

 been deemed advisable to incorporate the 

 contents of the November and December 

 Geographic in this one issue, as the mid- 

 winter number. 



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