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THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



Photograph by William Brandt 

 THE) STRASSBURG MONUMENT 



Today, the Strassburg monument is more than a memorial to Alsace, more than an ex- 

 pression of the proud spirit of France. No longer draped in mourning, out bright with the 

 tri-color, it is a declaration that might does not make right. 



home and I can't say a word — not a 

 word.' 



"Well, she just leaned over, patted me 

 on the shoulder, and said : 'Then, why 

 try?' She's dinkum (the real thing), she 

 is— dinkum as they make 'em." 



A Scotty takes a vacant chair and I go 

 to the kitchen for fresh tea. As I pour 

 it I see that it is unusually strong, and 

 offer to bring hot water. But no; he 

 wants it strong, very. I say : "My good- 



ness, I should think you'd be too nervous 

 to fight." 



And most seriously he answers, "Bee- 

 leeve me, sister, / am." 



A solemn-looking boy, who hasn't said 

 a word during all his tea, gets up, thanks 

 me, and goes away. At which two of the 

 others burst into hearty laughter as they 

 inform me that "the poor boob is upset 

 because he can't forget the face of the 

 Fritzie he 'finished.' " 



