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THE DAY of days to those brought up in the United States, especially those belonging to families cherishing New England traditions. Other nations have their National Fêtes, their Memorial Days, and Christmas, but Thanksgiving is our own special day and its meaning, is not appreciated by those unacquainted with its origin. To the small boy and the turkey it means stuffing, although the latter gets all that is coming to him sometime before the small boy arrives at the festivities. To the older members of the family it means "home" and "reunion" and that is why we wish to express our deep appreciation of the successful efforts of our efficient nurse and cheery co-worker, Miss Besselle Austin, who did so much to make this a real Thanksgiving at rue Raynouard.

In the afternoon there were "secrets" going on. The music and reading room was closed and on the door this notice: "Room closed--- Floor Drying", which was very suggestive and the dining room was also closed against the four o'clock tea imbibers. When we came in to dinner the tables were decorated with roses and vines as in the old days of rue Raynouard when new sections of volunteers were about to take the field and were given banquets and wished godspeed with wine and ceremony.

It might not be kind to those at the front to name all the good things we had to eat --- if the famine comes we will be well fortified.

After our banquet there were no speeches, but the floor that was drying was wonderfully fit for the dancing which lasted until midnight with intermission for refreshments which were all that could be desired. There were invited guests that made the dancing more of a general enjoyment, and all in all it was another red-letter day to add to the list of Thanksgivings past.

To Miss Austin, and all who co-operated with her in planning and arranging this fete, we bring our sincere appreciation and hearty thanks.



The Twenty Francs for the Best Section Notes has been awarded to Mr. M. E. McDowell, S. S. U. 14 in "Bulletin" No. 21, and we wish to express our sincere appreciation to all those who have submitted so-many excellent articles to this contest.

The Prize for the Best Sketch has been awarded to Mr. Howard S. Ramsdell for the sketch following.

                NORTHWARD HO!

("An Arctic explorer recently returned to London states that the Esquimaux do not know that the war is going on "...
           New-York Herald.)

At last the perfect resort has been found
A place where of war there is no sound,
No talk that's gone on for three years now ---
Whether "Willy" or "Nicky" started the row
"Kan the Kaiser ", "Pas bonne la guerre ",
Or of prices raised on the daily fare
Things just go ou as they always go,
And he's quite content, is the Esquimo,

No "Belgian Relief " or "Orphan Days"
Have disturbed his peaceful placid ways,
He never read headlines about the strife
Or saw the Kaiser cartooned in "Life"
He never saw all this "camouflage" sham
Or read a Hindenburg telegram.
In fact, up there in the Arctic snow,
He's really quite happy, --- the Esquimo.

War news, autocracies, a peace that is just,
Gott, the Kaiser, Bethman-Hollweg's crust,
Cannons, machine guns, the obus's whine,
The rocking-chair patriot's militant line,
Trenches, aeroplane,,, "No Man's Land".........
None of these things have disturbed his hand
Slothful and soft in peace they grow,
But they quite enjoy life, do the Esquimaux !

They've never been fooled by the popular craze
Of hunting for news in Communiques.
In conscription and censors they have yet to see
The perfection of world-wide democracy.
They were never inspired, nor had they the chance
To start up an "Esquimaux Ambulance".
Yes, in spite of the ice and snow,
They are not bad off --- are the Esquimaux!

R. A. DONALDSON, S. S. U. 18.


The remarkable "come-back" pulled by a Frenchman on being bawled out by an ambulance driver for "hogging" the road: "Aw, go to hell!"




Section 16 has a few notes.

The Section now consists of three members who came out with the Section in April, eight who joined in the early fall, two Allentown men, and eleven Section 70 men. Our Lieutenant is Bruce McClure, formerly of Section 10 and sometime Sous-chef of Section 33.

Shouts of enthusiasm emanated from the throats of our Section 70 members upon their reading the latest communication concerning the Buffalo. It will be the last is the prediction.

Editor, you may put the next note in your joke column if you wish and mail me the thirty franc prize.

It may amuse Section 26 to know that Buffalos aren't the only things Section 70 has to offer. One of them pulled this bit of Bull at the poste yesterday. He informed several Frenchmen that he had been in two wars ; this one and the Mexican War!!

If Section 19 has not yet found its "Seven, strong, etc." Allentown men, they might possibly find a clue at Camp Mailly where we saw and nearly adopted them while we were en repos.

W. E. POWERS, S. S. U. 16.



Did we celebrate? Well I reckon ! Oh man ! Such a feed ! We were not in very good condition for the big "game" because we had been training on stews but nevertheless we had the old pep so we got along wonderfully. The feed recalled memories of former Thanksgivings but I doubt very much if we ever had any better time or even better feed back in "God's country". As to the grub, oh boy, just listen! Nice juicy turkeys stuffed with chestnuts, beef steak with mushrooms and brown gravy, oysters in the shell salad (made by our own lieutenant), pumpkin pie, dates and figs, nuts of all kinds, coffee, wine and champagne. How does that sound?

After the banquet, our eloquent story teller "Bob" Davis, appointed himself toast-master and began to announce the speakers. Lieutenant Laurent was the first speaker but he said that if he spoke French we would not understand him and that he could not speak enough English to make a speech. However he gave us a even very good substitute for one. He entertained us by card tricks and by eating burning candles. We then drank a toast to Lieutenant Ware, our absent American Lieutenant, wishing him a speedy recovery and a safe return to the Section. Then the Maréchal des Logis was called upon for a speech. He said that his French would not be understood and that he was mighty glad he could not speak English. When Freddie Wallace, our First Sergeant was called to the floor, he modestly said that he would make even much better plumber than a speaker so he would relinquish the floor to time more brilliant speakers of the evening. Sergeant George Lebon then spoke a few words which we shall all remember. He said that he hoped at the end of the war to see every smiling face that was before him that night. Short speeches were made by M. Dixie, Barnum, Heiden, Etter and Goodale. Haley and Miner, the Mutt and Jeff from Wisconsin, modestly declined to speak.

After the speeches, Les Gardner, our musical marvel, returned from a post and then the fun began. A sketch entitled, "The Queen of the Harem " was presented by Gardner and Lebon and proved a hit from start to finish, it is too bad that such talent as George possesses has never been developed! We then had a good old fashioned barn dance. Corporal Maslund bared his wonderful white chest and rolled up his sleeves displaying his shapely white arms. He was the "belle" of the evening without a doubt. A feature dance was then put on by Lebon and Heiden and proved to be a scream. We then got out our Allentown song sheets and had quite a song fest.

We ended the evening by drinking a toast to France and America and by singing the Marseillaise and the Star Spangled Banner. We then proceeded to bed, unanimously declaring the day a huge success. Some of the boys were unlucky enough to draw posts on the eventful day but we saved them a portion of the big eats. We fell asleep with the rumble of guns in our ears but we had no thought of them for we had almost forgotten that we were out at the front and really taking part in the huge struggle that is going on.

"Big Ben" GOODALE, S. S. U., 33.


S. S. U. 18

Under the flickering lights of the low boarded room, the air blue with tobacco smoke and the small stove in the centre of the place radiating a damp warmth, the splotch of green velvet stands out with emerald-like distinctness Around the table seated on the wooden benches, or else standing, are the players. At the end of the table, slightly elevated, stands time small roulette wheel, and behind it, ready to spin it a slender gentlemen addressed as "Willie".

At the end of the table, a stack of coppers, silver and bills before him, his hair slightly towseled, his deep-set face rugged and attentive, and his unlighted cigar, the butt much chewed, rolling around in the corner of his mouth, sits the banker, known", as some one has put it, "Familiarly to his friends as "Cliff Davis" but to his enemies as "Squink". Beside him sits the owner of the joint, Tedford. It is now that Mr. Squink Davis gets into action.

"Are all bets placed, gentlemen. Five more reds ou thirty-two. There the gentlemen are covering zero. The house is sure to get stuck any way it comes. Place your bets high, gentlemen, and sleep in the streets. Foolish Philander places three on the middle twelve. Pop, are you in on this? They are riding the middle gentlemen, and the bank will certainly be dinked if she comes up. Are the bets all placed, gentlemen? Brother Dormir Elmore covers all the numbers in the middle with five. All right, turn the crank Willie. She's off in a cloud of heifer dust. All bets are off."

The little pellet spins round and round, and comes...

"Five on the red", Willie cries.

"Pay me".

"Pay El-more!"

"I'm covered on that for six".

Mr. Squink Davis' face looks a bit anxious as he says:

"Take it easy, gentlemen. All bets will be honestly paid if we have the money. The house is dinked every where on Bear Creek except on the middle. That's paid. Thir-ty chips to Brother Dormir. Foolish Philander loses. Rake them in, now pay off these lit-tle piker bets down here. I'll have to pay this bet in coppers. Good God, Tedford, thirty pounds of copper go across the table.

I don't want all that copper, give me something else " says one winner.

"You will be paid in time coin of time realm or none at all", says Mr. Davis resolutely as he shoves the copper across the table.

"Don't fool with the wheel, Willie, or you might bawl up the gentlemen's systems, and the house would lose, and always address the gentlemen as "Mister". Willie, this is a high class joint. Pop wants to buy twenty chips. They are paid for. Count them carefully. Place our bets, gentlemen. place them high and sleep in the streets".

A tough Western gambling hell, you say? Not at all ---merely the new attraction in the Camp of S. S. U. 18. And did I forget to mention that the sky limit is 50 centimes? Oh yes, hell has certainly broken loose in Section 18.. The miniature wheel and outfit is the property of La Veuve Amusement Company, organized by Mr. Edward Samuels, Jr. late of the Racquet Club, Philadelphia, Pa., L. & H. B. Warren and Hon. Cyrus Weller. After the opening night of the Company on which cigars and refreshments were served free to all comers, the Company, having paid for the wheel, put in a proposition of auctioning it off each day. The wheel sold high the first day --- and lost, and ever since la Veuve Amusement Company has had trouble in disposing of it even at low rates. It has varied since. Mr. Davis, of immortal fame as tout and croupier for the game, played the hoard and lost and then. with Mr. Donaldson, also loser, bought it, ran it and lost. Mr. Davis then offered twenty-five francs for the privilege of taking the wheel out and splitting it up, but La Veuve Amusement Company refusing, he has since spent his time "crouping '', where he furnishes an attraction that lures them from far and near, Gentlemen.

It is certainly exciting. The players play all night and win a dime or lose a nickel. The Amusement Company offered to insure the wheel against loss, but their rates being even higher than the compulsory government insurance, the offer has so far been refused.

However out of its rental fees the Amusement Company is very liberal, and has put up two prizes of five francs each for the winners, single, and double, the horse-shoe throwing contest. Hickory Corners has nothing on us, by Heck! The Amusement Company. it may he added, is planning on extending its operations to other fields.

Section 18 was sorry to have missed its scheduled Thanksgiving Football with Section 26, but the latter Section changed pastures before the scheduled date. We have encountered and passed "How about you", with various men from Section 14, Section 15, Section 17 and Section 26.

Our Thanksgiving dinner made anything that the Puritan fathers gave thanks for look pale. There was literally everything from soup to nuts; turkey, chestnut dressing, fancy mashed potatoes, celery, petits pois, real American bread, asparagus, apple pie fancy and a la brandy, creamed chocolate, beaucoup de product of Rheims, coffee demitasse, in a large cup, cigars, the kind munition manufacturers smoke at home, (compliments, Mr. Davis) and ten packages of Sweet Caporals and Piedmonts for each man, the gift of the New-York Sun (which we hereby gratefully acknowledge) made up the pourquoi of the thankfulness. Joe, our cook, of Waldorf-Astoria and Blackstone fame, outdid himself. He never put up such a meal at the Waldorf-Astoria even when Pierpont Morgan was throwing a big dinner on the money from the Trinity Church collection plate.

Now that the long-hoped for militarisation of our service has taken place, we are getting, as the immortal poet put it:

"A taste of all the rules and pegs
They use to sit upon our friends of
Allentown, the hard boiled eggs".

Mr. James Irwin, Chauncey McCormick's Chicago Office candidate, and second-class sergeant of the Section, has returned from Sandricourt. Mr. Irwin has carefully explained the manner in which the government ties itself up in a knot of red tape. We also learn that in the future we are to be called "Men», a thing which we are quite grateful for after all the you-know-what that the New-York Herald has been spreading about the Service. (Subscriptions for the Paris edition Chicago Tribune solicited.)

In fact as a result of all the military flub-dub that has been floating around Camp, two new verses have been added to the song which begins:

"We came to France
To drive an ambulance
And not to shove a truck
Or ........................................

You know the rest. They are unmorally immortal pieces of literature --- folk song, in fact, and as such can only be communicated by word of mouth.




Dick Goss according, to stove reports, is helping food production in France by planting an extensive crop of wild oats. Croix de Guerre Burton has returned from permission after holding up the whole procession by taking two extra days. Dan Spencer has returned from Paris with a collection of post cards and marraines which make the Vie Parisienne pale with purity. George Gardere has just returned from permission spent with his "grandmother" . Grandmother my foot!

Thank you, that's about all for today as far as Section notes go. Turn the crank, Willie, she's off in a cloud of heifer dust.

R.A.D. S. S U, 18.


The following thirteen members of the Transport Branch of the American Field Service have received commissions in the Transport Division of the Quartermaster's Corps :

Captain, P. K. Potter.

Second Lieutenants:

Dougherty, T. H.
Dunham, D.
Bangs, E. G.
Browne, A.S.
Browning, R. A.
Caesar, C. U.
Daly, F. J.
France, R.
Kennedy, H. P.
McCall, C. H
Percy, D. B.
Sisson, W. C.



Amis de la France.

Under this title "Friend of France" has been translated by Firmin Roz with a preface by the French Ambassador to the United States, Jules J. Jusserand.

Published by Plon-Nourrit & Cie, Paris.


Nineteen hundred and sixty eight graduates or students of American Universities have been Members of the American Field Service, representing one hundred different colleges or universities.


Harvard 348
Yale 202
Princeton 187
Dartmouth 122
Cornell 122
California 70
Stanford 58
Columbia 48
Mass. Inst. Tech. 45
Pennsylvania 43
Chicago 39
Amherst 37
Michigan 35
Williams 35
Syracuse 32
Wisconsin 32
Washington University St. Louis 31
Illinois 30
Missouri 29
Virginia 25
Bowdoin 23
Tufts 21
Brown 19
Boston 18
Northwestern 16
Wesleyan 16
Beloit 15
Marietta 13
Oberlin 10
Hamilton College 9
Minnesota 9
Ohio 9
Nebraska 9
Oxford-Rhodes Scholars 9
Iowa State 8
Haverford 8
Lehigh 8
New York 8
Miami 7
N Carolina 7
Johns Hopkins 7
Western Reserve 7
Trinity 6
Union College 6
Indiana 6
Pomona College 6
Kansas 5
Fordham 5
Stevens Tech 4
Wabash 4
Utah 4
Colgate 4
Georgia 4
Hobart 4
Nevada 4
Colby 4
Colorado 4
Pittsburgh 4
Carnegie Tech 3
Texas 3
St. Louis 3
Maryland 3
Cincinnati 3
Kenyon 3
R. I. State Col 2
Notre-Dame Ind 2
Swarthmore 2
Rutgers 2
Jefferson Col 2
S Carolina 2
New Hampshire State. 2
LaFayette 2
Case 2
Springfield 2
Annapolis 2
Coe Col. (Iowa) 2
Purdue 2
Sewanee 2
Holy Cross 1
McGill 1
Vermont 1
Duquesne 1
Rochester 1
Winona 1
Kalamazoo 1
Villa Nova 1
Denison Univ. 1
Montana 1
Wyoming 1
Marquette 1
Hampden-Sydney, Va . 1
Florida 1
Oklahoma 1
Maine 1
Vanderbilt 1
N Dakota 1
Clark 1
City Col. Balt 1
Newberg 1
Arizona 1



Aux Armées, le 15 novembre 1917

Le 1st Lieutenant commandant la S. S. F. 32,

Je vous rends compte que les citations suivantes viennent de parvenir à la Section aux dates et sous les numéros ci-après:

Citation à l'Ordre de la 37 Division (N° 5373/P.)
Section Sanitaire Américaine 32

«Du 3 octobre au 5 novembre 1917, sous le commandement du Sous-Lieutenant Miossec et du Chef Adjoint Vosburg, a fait l'admiration de tous, pour la rapidité des évacuations des blessés effectuées de jour et de nuit, malgré les difficultés extrêmes du terrain, sur des routes fortement battues par l'artillerie. »

Citation à l'Ordre de la 37e Division (N° 5398/P.)

SALTER, Thomas, Conducteur.

«Conducteur volontaire Américain, d'une grande bravoure. Le 10 octobre 1917, au cours d’une évacuation, sa voiture auto-sanitaire s'étant renversée dans un trou, n'a pas hésité, bien que blessé lui-même, à dégager aussitôt tous les blessés pour les charger ensuite sur une autre voiture.»

Citation à L'Ordre de la 74e Brigade (N° 75)

HOFFMAN, P. H., Conducteur.

«Venu volontairement des Etats-Unis pour servir sur le front français. A fait preuve du plus grand courage et du plus magnifique sang-froid en allant chercher les blessés sous un intense bombardement. A provoqué l'admiration de tous, par son dévouement et son mépris du danger.»

PAYNTER , Edward, Conducteur.

«Venu volontairement des Etats-Unis pour servir sur le front français. A fait preuve du plus grand courage et du plus magnifique sang-froid en allant chercher des blessés sous un intense bombardement. A provoqué l'admiration de tous par son dévouement et son mépris du danger.»

Citation à l'Ordre des Formations Sanitaires (N° 13)

BARRETT, Gurnee H., 20e E. T. R M, de la 37e division.

« Conducteur volontaire Américain, d'un courage calme et réfléchi. Dans la nuit du 10 octobre 1917, n'a pas hésité à franchir quatre fois de suite une zone violemment bombardée, pour assurer l'évacuation des blessés,»

LYONS, Joseph, 20e E. T. R. M.

«Conducteur volontaire Américain, courageux et plein d'entrain. Le 7 octobre, surpris sur une route par un tir de barrage, au cours d'une évacuation, n'a pas hésité à continuer sa mission le plus rapidement possible, assurant ainsi le transport des blessés dans de bonnes conditions,»

Ordre de l'Armée

LAMONT, Robert Patterson, conducteur à la section-groupe T.U. 133.

«Conducteur d'un courage et d'une abnégation admirables. Le 7 octobre 1917 a assuré dans les conditions les plus difficiles un transport de matériel à proximité des premières lignes. Grièvement atteint par l'explosion d'un obus qui lui a enlevé la main gauche, a fait l'admiration de ses chefs et de ses camarades par son calme et son énergie, donnant à tous un exemple remarquable de haute valeur morale. »

Au G Q. G., le 26 novembre 1917.

Ordre de la Division

RICE, Philip S., Conducteur à la S. S. U. 1

«A toujours donne l'exemple du plus grand courage et de dévouement dans les circonstances les plus pénibles, lors des évacuations des blessés pendant les attaques d'août et septembre1917, devant Verdun.»

Ordre de la Direction des Services Automobiles

Le conducteur volontaire Américain BURTON, Benjamin Nove, de la section-groupe T.M.U. 133 .

«Volontaire Américain affecté à une section du transport automobile. Le 8 octobre 1917, a donné un bel exemple de courage et de sang-froid, en contribuant à dépanner deux camions sous un violent bombardement qui fit deux victimes à ses côtés. »

Le conducteur volontaire Américain HOPE, Herbert Hartley, de la section-groupe T. M. U., 133.

« Volontaire Américain, affecté à une section de transport automobile. Le 8 octobre 1917, a donne un bel exemple de courage et de sang-froid, en contribuant à dépanner deux camions, sous un violent bombardement qui fit deux victimes à ses côtés.»



Section No. I already cited once to the order of the Service de Santé, and twice to the order of the Corps d'Armée has received its fourth citation, this time to the Ordre de l'Armée, for its work near Verdun during August, 1917, as follows

Ordre de l'Armée

Section Sanitaire Américaine n° 1.

«Sous la direction du Sous-Lieutenant Reymond, James et du Commandant Stevenson, Yorke, s'est vaillamment comportée au cours de l'offensive devant Verdun, en août 1917, faisant l'admiration de tous par sa crânerie et son zèle, en dépit du bombardement incessant des routes, par gros obus asphyxiants; n'a pas interrompu son service malgré des pertes sensibles. »



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Night, black night;
A steep and rocky road
With splintered trees and shell holes
By the side;
Chaotic ruins of a farm ahead;
A tower half shot away.
A fragment of a wall.

*   *

Nearby a crumbling caved-in house
The ambulance is left.
A snake-like trench
Opens to the road on either side.
No light, save here and there, at intervals,
The flash of gunfire from the wooded hill
Across the draw
Then darkness blacker than before.
A crash!
An obus whines and whistles on its way.
A path up thru a ruined yard;
A loose thrown bank;
A sudden trench.
Then up a beaten trail,
With splintered boughs and shell holes
All about;
A turn;
A sharp climb up the hill;
A black-mouthed open cave

*   *

A sleepy guard, with helmet on,
Awakes, and turns a light
Into your face...
"L'ambulance --- bien --- descendez-vous."
His voice is dull ;
He turns his pocket flare
Upon the dark receding steps.
You pass down in the gaping maw,
Crouched over to avoid the roof of rocks.

*   *

At last the bottom comes;
The guard above snaps off his light
And all is black.
The air is hot and foul.
A sleepy poilu by the fan
Awakes and gives the crank
A desultory turn;
The suffocating air
Puffs upward a few moments,
Then dies down again.
A turn;
Ahead, and in a cornered room,
A calcium light flares white upon
The walls of rock.

*   *

Below the light,
Upon a stretcher-table,
Is a poilu, face unshaved,
His muddy uniform blood-stained,
His head thrown back,
His face contorted by the pain.
The médecin works swiftly,
And the blessé gurgles when he breathes.
The médecin looks up;
"Attends " he says, "partez --- tout à l'heure ".
Two other blessés ---assis both---
With faces drawn sit
Without sound.
At one side a couché on a stretcher
Lies, eyes closed,
And groans with every breath...

*   *

You turn back to the darkness of the car
To miss the sight of pain.
Here in all the labyrinth
Of cavernous rooms ---
Feeble flickering lights in corners
Yellow in the stifling air---
On dirty framework bunks,
On stretchers all about,
Or, without beds, down on the ground
On damp and matted straw,
Lie sleeping men, Their muddy clothes still on.
Their dirty kits about them
Men in from all night digging
In a trench;
Hope for a few scant hours
Of sleep and rest.
À poilu, overcoat drawn over him,
Stirs restlessly,
And groans in sleep.
From some dark corner of the place
There comes a troubled exhale,
And a snore.
They lie here, packed,
No space between ;
Back from the trenches,
Tired, nerve-racked,
Sleeping like the dead...

*   *

A brancardier, tired-faced,
Comes stilly up:
"Attends" he says,
"Maintenant --- partez --- deux couchés
Et deux assis --- -vite,"

*   *

Back by the steps some brancardiers
Strain upward, an inert form
Upon the stretcher.
Behind, another stretcher comes,
The blessé on it stilling back a groan.
At every move.
Two assis follow,
Walking dizzily,
One wounded in the arm,
The other in the head.
Hr carries still his casque,
Its smooth steel side
Pierced in and torn.
On their backs
Their cross-slung guns
And loose strapped kits
Weigh heavily.

*   *

The entrance guard turns on
His flash again.
The group emerges from the cavern's
Yawning mouth.
The stretchers are set down
The bearers rest.
Then of a sudden
From the outer darkness of a trench
Come sounds;
Forms appear;
A stretcher, strangely still;
They set it down.
A question asked ; The answer---
"Oui, Mort; tué --- une grenade."
Then, as an afterthought ---
"Pour la Patrie."
A light flashed on reveals a form,
A bloody cloth tied op around
The arms and face.
The bearers set the stretcher down
And puff, and wipe their foreheads
With their sleeves.
The steel name-disc
Is taken from tile wrist;
The papers from the pockets
Folded up and tied.
The nick-nacks are done up---
A knife and buttons from a "Boche";
A hand made briquet
A tiny picture of a woman and a child...
All are gathered up.
"Tué," a brancardier repeats again,
And then they take their covered burden
And pass up the well-worn path
On to the hill
On to the plot, with crosses all alike,
And waiting open graves...

*   *

Down the rough hill
The blessés go;
A star-shell bright,
Intensely bright,
Bursts in the sky above
And shows the shell-torn hills
As brilliant as in day
Slowly burns;
Drifts down, and dies.

*   *

The ruined house, again;
The ambulance;
The stretchers rattle when rolled in
The blessés moan.
The assis take the seat
Along the other side
Their dirty traps and guns,
Piled in behind.
Then out of thin air, suddenly,
There comes a spent approaching hiss ---
An arrivée!
Everyone drops flat upon the ground,
Or crouches up against a bank.
Down on the road ahead, a flash---
Red firebrands hurtling thru the air---
A deafening crash;
Hot fragments rip the road about;
The earth rocks under foot...
After, all jump quickly up.
The ambulance doors are
Hastily slammed and locked
The motor hums;
The brancardiers stand by,
Relieved now of their charge
"Au revoir, bonne chance, monsieur. "
"Au revoir, " you answer,
And the brakes release,
The car slips off.
A ditch;
A bank;
A new-made shell hole in the road...
Then down the rocky hill...

*   *

Of a sudden:
Crash! Crash! Crash!
The shells shriek thru the air;
The guns!
The never-tiring guns again...

Robert A. Donaldson.
August 15, 1917.
(Chemin (les Dames.)




All men whose mail matter is now being sent to 21 rue Raynouard are warned that the Field Service Post office is shortly to be closed. "21 rue Raynouard" will automatically cease to be a forwarding address in France.

By order of the Postal Authorities of the U.S.A.A.S. S all enlisted men must furnish their families and friends, by letter or cable, with their proper military address in France.

Men who have left Sections of the Field Service should instruct the Maréchal de logis of their old Section to forward mail to the proper address

For enlisted men the military address of U.S.A.A.S. Sections is::

John Doe
S. S. U...
Convois Autos
Par B. C. M.

(Signed) Thomas S. BOSWORTH,
Sergeant U. S.A.A.S.




Thirty-five letters are required to spell the one word, which, in German, is the equivalent of the four-letter English "tank" or "land ship ", which has worked such havoc in the present war. The German word, as it appears in official dispatches received here, is Schutsengrabenvernichtungautomobile, which, freely translated, is "A machine for suppressing shooting-trenches."




Sir. George R. Young of the Boston Office arrived on the "Chicago" and is at 21, rue Raynouard.


Mr. Lanning McFarland from the Chicago Office who spent a few weeks at rue Raynouard has gone to Salonica as secretary to Col. Ryan of the American Red Cross.


We hear indirectly that Section 8 has t newspaper. We would consider it a courtesy to be entered on the "exchange list".


Dr. Weeks is returning to America, and Frank J. Taylor, formerly of Section 10 is collecting material for the history of the American Field Service.


Mr. Way Spaulding of S. S. U. 29 who was wounded on November 24th is now at the American Red Cross Military Hospital N° 1.


Mr. William Valentine Macdonald and Mr. Edward Paynter McMurtrie of the Staff have returned to America.


James Wyley Harle, Jr. has been appointed Sergeant of Section 650 U. S. A. A. S.


We regret very much that Mr. Arthur Douglas Dodge will no longer be found at rue Raynouard. He has left the Staff to join his brother in the American Distributing Service.

Mr. Dodge joined the Field Service in April 1916 and left with Section 8. He was soon appointed Sous-chef of the Section and later Cdt. Adjoint, receiving the Croix de Guerre in April 1917. In May he entered the Officers Training School and in July was called in from the Section to join Mr. Andrew's Staff.

The "Bulletin" wishes to take this opportunity to wish "bonne chance au citoyen Dodge".



The photographer, Mr. O, King, who took a view of the Château from the garden has had same mounted as a Christmas card. These are on sale here, price Frs. 1.50 and if any one wants to send them as a souvenir to their friends at home they can send their orders to the office of the "Bulletin" where they will have prompt attention.

Any of the men who have been photographed with their car can get any number of copies desired, at Frs. 1.50 and have them forwarded to any address. In ordering state plainly the number of the car, as this is the only record the photographer keeps. Some few photos are on hand of the cars in Sections 65, 66 and 68. Others would requite from one to two weeks to get them printed.



We wish to make the "Bulletin" for December 22nd a special Christmas number and the Editor urgently requests that all who have contributed at any time to kindly send something special for this number, and that those who have not yet favored us with any items, will draw upon that store of latent talent which surely lurks in the soul of every ambulancier, or camionneur.

If all enter into the Christmas spirit and bring something to the general fund of enjoyment, even at a little sacrifice of time and with some efforts, it will add to the general enjoyment.



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To All To Whom these PRESENTS May Come:


Christmas in France, boys, far away from the loved ones at home. But remember, it's the last Christmas we will ever spend over here unless we come back après la guerre. You've all heard this February stuff, of course, and some of you, no doubt believe it. We do anyway. And since it is for most of us our first, last and only Christmas in this land of mud, Pinard and éclats,

Therefore, Be it-Resolved that :

1. It's going to be a right merry one.

2. We're not. going to keep all our Christmas joy to ourselves, but we're going to try to distribute a little of it to the poilus who may not have the things that we have.

3. On Christmas Day an armistice shall be declared, and on that day we shall desist from that most famous of all wartime sports, viz and namely, crabbing the post office.

Witness our hand and seal this blank day of blank in the city of blank, county of blank, state of blank---minds blank also

Section 65.


Dear Ed

Herewith please find a humble contribution of a Franco-American species for the Field Service Bulletin's "Christmas Tree". I never gave Santa Claus much credit as a French scholar, so perhaps he won't be too hard on the foreign portion of this effort.

Very merrily yours,

G. H. B. --- S. S. U. 32



When I hear that Frenchman say
"Ah Oui! Ici C. B., D. ,
Vous demandez une petite voiture Ford?"
There's a tremulo inside
That I smother quick with pride,
For I wouldn't be a slacker, s'help me God

La Route et les Obus,
L'une pas bonne les autres beaucoup.

Oh, how often I have won that Croix de Bois.
Then to multiply my fright
A red fusée takes a flight
A barrage is what that's calling for, n'est-ce pas ?

Quand la voiture est chargée
From the Poste I speed away.
For the Médecin has told me "Allez vite".
But at every rut or stone
There's a "doucement" or a groan
And I answer a "nous arriverons tout de suite!."

When au triage I arrive
With mes blessés all alive
I heave a sigh and murmur "Thank the Lord."
For peut-être I saved a life
In this sickening, silly strife.
The French m'appelle une petite voiture Ford.



My dear Ed.,

Your Christmas appeal is irresistable. It draws forth this quite spontaneous response even as the mail wagon attracts a hungry-eyed cluster of would-be recipients, despite the fact that but one item of importance awaits announcement. This being that the leadership of Section 14 has changed hands. Lieutenant Allan H. Muhr has left to take charge of the reorganized spare parts department and his successor is Lieutenant J.-B. Fletcher, formerly of Section 4. And hereafter it is Corporal Dudgeon, if, you please, military commander and stern rigiditarian, (nice word), recent graduate of Sandricourt and the original little busy-bee of the bunch. Aside from the cold statement of these facts, this shallow line of chatter has small raison d'être.

For we have an "artist ", but he labors under the delusion that his output is worthy of pecuniary recompense; we have a poet, but his entire time is taken up by his forthcoming "wollum"; we have a literary man but at the present time he is sunning his frame in Nice. All of these complications lead to this contribution, instead, of an inspired Gem from one of the Temperaments ; (note the facile emulation of George Ade).

There is, as some of the communiques read, nothing to report on our secteur of the front. The major topics of interest would seem to be the fact that our brindle cat, after an injudicious overindulgence in some canned clams, has suffered from a severe attack of the pepsilol, and that Section Fourteen has taken up an indefinite hibernation in an isolated village, a squatty, squalid place that was half burned by the departing Germans after the battle of the Marne. The utter heartlessness of the "destroying Huns" is revealed in the fact that they elected to destroy only half of the town instead of ridding France entirely of such an eyesore.

Four members of the original See Section 14 have rejoined us after harrowing experiences with mountain trails and 300 kilometer runs and Greek music halls in Salonique; Strong, Honans, Fox and Rogers, all of California.

There is such a variety of temperaments and zoological specimens in this little band, to state it cruelly, that it is difficult to refrain from uttering personal causticisms. I wonder, Ed. my dear fel, (see, real familiar like), I wonder if, every section isn't the possessor of the steel-nerved individual who has the most hair-raising experiences every time he ventures forth with Tin Liz, and who greatly overestimates the interest of others in said experiences when he rolls out his tireless recital of them ? Hasn't every section its temperance exponent who assiduously avoids pinard and cigarettes but has an ungovernable passion for petits gâteaux, its parlor, serpent with the Ritz and Reisenweber's and Frances White continually on his tongue's tip, its lavender story-teller whose stock of anecdotes flourishes most conspicuously in the Pullman smoker, or its long-armed artist with a thorough mastery of that greatest of all indoor calisthenics, the wicked lunge for the fodder pan? Don't all the sections possess a collection of embryonic hirsute growths, hopeful, pathetic things that can perhaps be recognized under the charitable appelation of moustaches? Does every section have its hard egg, its carping crab, its military oracle, its musical sleeper, its heavy lover ? This is enough, my dear Ed., to furnish you food for thought.

In closing, may I express the heartiest good wishes of Section 14 and the hope that this shall be for you the merriest Christmas and the happiest new year that Paris can afford you, which is saying a good deal.

S. V. C.


Howard S. RAMSDELL, S. S. U. 19.



In the town where we are quartered
With our twenty doughty Fords,
Where only pigs are slaughtered
And we sleep safe on the boards,

There's a charming little "buvette"
Where when thirsty we refresh
And a dainty little coquette
Who serves us with the best.

Now the best is "vin de pays"
And it comes to pretty high
But we gladly pay for pays
If it's from Germaine we buy

The French they sing of Madelon.
To us that's but a name
And we know that they are missing some,
If they haven't met Germaine.

Now I had an excellent little plan,
That after this great war,
I'd take Germaine back to the land
That we are fighting for.

It's really quite a pity,
It's thoroughly a shame,
That she's pledged to every City
In the Union, is Germaine.

Robert M. SCHOLLE, S. S. U. 19.


Dear Editor,

At last Section 28 feels constrained to lift the veil of modesty and expose to the public some of her just claims to fame.

On September seventeenth, eleven of the original section were sworn into the U. S. Army. At the same time our Chef William H. Wallace accepted a commission in Aviation and his place is filled by Lieutenant Archie B. Gile. There have been nine individual citations for the croix de guerre.

There are many things of which the section is justly proud. Among the French and American personnel we possess ninety three briquets, and the latest report shows one to be working. Our collection of "Bosche" fighting paraphernalia ranges from a "dumdum" to a 420 mm, and is second only to that at the Invalides. The beauty of the collection is its portability --- three ambulances and the White truck hold the entire stock. Then, also, we have the fastest dog in France. If you don't believe it, call him and see how fast he runs. To our knowledge we are the only section having a real Field Marshall in its midst.

We have started the study of English in our division also. At least we've made a start for we can tell any poilu that we don't give essence away and he understands. Some say they see the blue cloud coming from our mouths and think it's a gas attack --- but its only good old Anglo Saxon.

In athletics we're without a peer. Sections 68 and 19 had important engagements at the front on Thanksgiving Day when we invited them to do battle. We suspect that news leaked out of our Cornell fullback.

While 28 can't boast of working in gas attacks, of miraculous escapes from "Bosche" 732 mms., of bombs falling in our midst, we can boast of our excellent record to date. At our last inspection we were told that we had "the most cleanly and businesslike section in the field".

A very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all our fellow sections.



S. S. U. 19

Lavender has been made a Corporal.

Thru the efforts of Lieut. MacPherson and Top Sergeant Rie, two turkeys were secured for Thanksgiving. The men at poste had their share of the viands. The menu was as follows

Vegetable Soup
Roast Turkey
Potatoes and brown gravy ; turnips
Cakes, nuts, figs, dates
Champagne, wines, red and white, beer.

Jenny treated the section to "The Cremation of Sam McGee". Frank Royce gave a short talk on Fulton.

Dennis Nash has been appointed clerk of the section.

At an exciting moment on post "Bob" Scholle went over the top. It took fourteen Frenchmen to lift the car out of the ditch.

Soloman Garden of Alabama has been added to the section. He has been unanimously christened "Dixie".

Jenny wins thirty-five to one. Can you beat it? Think of the odds. Think also of writing thirty-five letters to one of the fair sex and receiving---one.

As we entered the dining room yesterday, which also serves the cook as a bed room, we noticed a new comforter on his downy couch --- a soft emotional thing. He admits he got it from the proprietress of the salle à manger and we happen to know that his material assets are nil and that he does not speak any French. How do they get that way?

Bertie Lavender and Lengthy Ed. Shaw made known thru the medium of the press that they desired a Marraine. Lately replies have flooded our bureau and it is believed that Messrs. Lengthy and Bertie will answer the most promising epistles, requesting either photos or --- bank books.

Phil Heraty recently received a cake of rare and delicious flavor from his mater and upon passing it around was asked by one of our merry punsters whether it was from a blonde or brunette. Phil came right back with from a gray, me boy, from a gray.

Lieut. MacPherson has been under the weather with a bad cold for almost two weeks.

Maxwell Smith was recently evacuated, to B..... The Doctor put on his billet --- that his malady was "fatigue général." As we understand that, there is a charming American nurse at B.... we wonder how long Maxwell will be fatigué?

A lot of Christmas packages are on their way here and we wish that you could enjoy them with us.

A very Merry Christmas from.

Section 19.

Emblem S. S. U. 19

Herbert E. BIGELOW

S. S. U. 68

Not a whole lot doing. We expect to spend a very pleasant Christmas if we don't get any more Christmas cards with that trite greeting : "Peace on earth, good will towards men". Mistletoe is in abundance near here, but it is about as much use as coal without a stove.

We were supposed to play football with 28 on Turkey Day, but a couple of our men were on permission so we saved them humiliation --- or ourselves.

We have no emblem to fight about and can't claim any special records, except we have a couple of men we nominate for the all-American eating team. No food of any calibre barred.

We have already begun to receive beaucoup Christmas boxes, all marked with the "Do not open until Yuletide," tag. To date our presents include three mauve-colored embroidered face towels, twenty-seven religious books, two boxes of Sweet Caporals, six copies of Wilson's speech on "Making the World Safe for the Democrats", one copy of "How to Live in the Trenches", and three sachet powdered handkerchiefs and we expect some young German police dogs on Christmas day.

Merry Christmas !

K. A. W.

S. S. U. 17

To Seventeen have been added eight new men, six from Allentown and two former Field Service men, and we live in the somewhat sanguinary hope that there will soon be work enough for all. At present we are enjoying a sort of unofficial repos.

In connection with this recent insignia argument, the flashes of the wit of which so often lit up the pages of the "Bulletin", we wish to state modestly that we have an insignia which we believe to be absolutely unique. In the centre of an oblong of white on the sides of the cars, an X, a V and double I, chastely grouped behind an S. S. U.

Henri, the mascot, failed to harmonize temperamentally with the gang. He left. We mourn our loss.

Thanksgiving was celebrated with the customary gorgeousness that endears it to our native land. Most of us were not very enthusiastic at the evening revitaillement. But it sure makes a splendid digestive memory.

The present centre of excitement is discussion of the probable advent of the paymaster. Some of the more pessimistic claim that he wants to save the influx of kopeks for Christmas so that everybody may have a present. It's a fruitful field for speculation.

And so the work goes gaily on,

The Christmas Dream of an Ambulance- Driver

C. JATHO. --- S. S. U. 19



(With apologies to Rudyard)

I've taken my Fords as I found them,
I've jolted and jarred in my time.
I've had my pickings of voitures,
And four of the lot were a crime.
One was a junk heap at Verdun,
One that collapsed on the Aisne,
One was the victim of camouflage
And one's running yet in Champagne.

I was a young'un at Verdun.
I picked a pearl to begin.
Gave me gray hairs and a callous,
Cranked me up twice on the shin.
She bucked till I felt like a milkshake.
She had more of a growl than a purr.
And I tinkered away on my back as I lay,
But I learned about voitures from her.

Then we got shifted to Soissons.
Called it the Camion-bazaar.
My temper it hardly did sweeten,
In fitting new parts on that car.
Oil she'd absorb by the pailful..
Animate greasecup she were.
But I felt I was square when I saw her lie there,
And I learned about voitures from her:

Then we got jumped to Jubecourt,
Or I'd been food for the plow.
Got me a shiny new jar-jane,
With a radiatorial brow.
Taught me how futile are footbrakes,
Sort of accordion she were,
For she folded one night when I plugged at a White,
But I learned about voitures from her.

Then we got shipped to Mont Sans Nom,
With the shells falling thick round the bean,
Got the car with the mudguard that John bent
The squarest I ever have seen.,
Cylinder-cracked was her trouble,
I finally guessed what it were,
But I couldn't mend such, she was busted too much,
So I got another for her.

And now, as I'm sitting and dreaming,
And changing the tire on she,
Be Warned of your lot, keep the car that you've got,
And never change voitures with me.


And never change voitures with me.

S. L. C., S. S. U. 17.


One of the fine views enjoyed by Section Nine in their present location.

Howard S. Ramsdell, S. S. U. 9.


During recent weeks many letters have come from Field Service men scattered through the different branches of the American army in France expressing the hope that the organisation may be kept alive and various suggestions have been made looking to that end. As we cannot have an "Assemblée Générale" of the former members at the present time the columns of the BULLETIN offer the most available forum for the discussion. of these suggestions. Here are some of the proposals about which. we should like to have an expression of opinion.

1. It has been proposed that an unconspicuous badge be designed to be worn by the men who served as volunteers in any branch of the Field Service and we should like to know what is thought of this proposal, and if the idea be approved, we should like to have suggestions as to the badge. Should it be a button, or a medal, a pin or a ribbon, or what should be its character?

2. The wish has frequently been expressed that 21, rue Raynouard, should if possible be kept as a meeting place and a kind of home for all of the former members of the Field Service now in France no matter to what service they may now be attached. The men who used to be associated in ambulance or transport sections but who now are engaged in the army ambulance service, the quartermaster's corps or the engineering corps, or in the artillery, infantry, cavalry, camouflage, or who may be serving as chaplains, aviateurs, marines, doctors, or what-not, would be able to meet each other here when on leave and renew old acquaintances and exchange subsequent experiences. We should be glad to know whether such a plan would meet a general desire and would justify the expenditure of effort and money involved and if the plan is judged to be worth developing, we should be glad to have suggestions as to ways in which it might be in made successful. As announced elsewhere in this number it is intended to keep the store at 21, rue Raynouard open and to make purchases here for men at the front. It is within the range of possibility to serve meals, and to offer lodging at low and reasonables rates. Doubtless also funds could be found to re-equip the living rooms, and make them attractive and home-like as they were in the early days of the service with writing rooms, game rooms, musical instruments, books and papers. We should like to know the feeling and desires of our old members in regard to such a plan, and should welcome all suggestions.

3. It is a generally expressed opinion that after the war the former volunteers of the American Field Service should be definitely associated in an organisation in America but this is a matter not requiring immediate discussion which will work itself out "quand la guerre sera finie".



There is at this office a Sheepskin Coat that a Frenchman kindly lent to a Service man to wear to Paris. The coat was immediately returned but has been sent back here as lacking proper address. Please try and locate the owner as we may want to borrow something else and also the gentleman may need his coat.


The American Field Service Store is still open for purchases from all former members of the Service and a Purchasing Department, in charge of Madame Grimbert, has been opened through which all former members of the Service, who may find it convenient, may obtain whatever articles they may need from Paris. Payment can be made either by keeping a deposit with the Field Service and drawing upon it or providing the money by postal order upon notification of the price of the article which will be forwarded immediately upon, receipt of the money.

All communications should be addressed to:

Manager of the Store,
American Field Service
21, rue Raynouard, Paris.

The following is a list or articles at present on hand with prices :


Basin (tin)










Canadian Coats


Fatigue caps










Rain Coats (brown)


----- (black)






"Merry Christmas!"

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S.S.U. 32/644




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The New Year is the time the business world takes account of stock. Incidentally the clerks who count and measure the stock wish that New Year's Day came only once a century.

From a business standpoint the "Bulletin" has only gains to record. A year ago it was nothing, it had nothing. Born on the Fourth of July it feels proud to have reached its present grand position where it is a welcome visitor to the soldiers at the front and also to many of the elite of the U. S. A. Yet, it only shines by reflected light, and it never forgets that the bright minds of our enlisted men and their real interest in its welfare, gives to the American Field Service Bulletin its only real value. Therefore, to each and every one of its readers and its contributors, the Bulletin expresses its deep appreciation and wishes to each and all a Very Happy New Year and that we may all know how to win out of hardships, toil and pain the compensations of endurance, strength, patience and fortitude.



On Christmas eve 157 members of the Field Service dined together in the old home at 21 rue Raynouard. The walls and ceiling were thickly hung with holly and Christmas greens. Candles gleamed on Xmas trees in a miniature forest in the three East rooms. Logs blazed in the fire places. There were turkeys and champagne and a procession of flaming plum puddings brought in when the lights went out. There were little gifts for every one and much good fellowship and the evening ended with songs. Some one remarked that it was a" good old war after all".

It was a reunion such as we hope will be many times repeated in the years to come, of the men of the old Field Service who came to France as volunteers long before their country could or would lend her support. There were representatives of the earliest days of the Field Service, some who entered more than three years ago and many whose enlistments began in 1915, men who had served in the battle at Hartmanns in December 1915, men who had served at Verdun in the great days of March 1916, men who had served in Champagne and on the Somme and men who had served with the Field Service in Albania and Servia. Practically all are now in one or another branch of the United States Army. Some are serving in the artillery, others in the infantry, many in aviation, the engineering corps, the ambulance service and the quartermaster's corps but the Field Service is still their alma mater, and 21 rue Raynouard will, we hope, as long as the war lasts, remain their home in France.

On Christmas 1915 we were called upon to mourn the loss of Richard Hall who had been killed by a shell the night before at Hartmannsweilerkopf. On Christmas 1916, Howard Lines of section 1, who had died the day before, was buried at La Grange aux Bois. This year happily the holiday was free from any bad news.

Who knows where we shall all be another Christmas? Perhaps the war will be only a memory, 21 rue Raynouard closed, and the men of the old Field Service will be reunited on the other side of the great pond.

Among those present were noted : Wilfred H. Brehant, T. M. 526 C ; John Wooldredge S S. U. 30 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; Alfred Machado Whitman S. S. U. 9 & Bureau des Autos, A. F. S. S. R. Hodges, Chief General Office, A. F. S. ; Arthur Beringer Lidbury, Bureau des Autos, A. F S. ; Paul L. Cartier, Staff, Chief Clerk, A. F. S. ; Joe Boyer, Bureau des Autos, A. F. S.; John H. Boyd, Bureau des Autos, A. F. S. ; Powel Fenton, S. S. U. 3 --- Air Service; R. T. W. Moss S. S. U. 2, Chief Repair Park, A. F. S. ; J. M. Walker S. S. U. 3 — Artillery; George R. Young, Staff, A. F. S. ; A. Piatt Andrew, Inspector General, U. S. A. A. S. ; W. K. B. Emerson, Jr. S. S. U. 3 --Artillery ; H. Dudley Hale, S. S. U. 3--- Artillery ; Lovering Hill, S. S. U. 3--- Artillery ; S. Galatti, S. S. U. 3, Assistant Inspector ----- U. S. A. A. S. ; Bertram L. Willcox, S. S. U. 19--- A. R. C. ; Robert Vance, S. S. U. 14 --- U. S. A. A. S. Noyes Reynolds, T. M. 397 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; Thomas Shaw Bosworth, S. S. U. 1,--- U. S. A. A. S. ; Mitchell E. Northrop, S. S U. 4--- U. S. A A.S. ; James W. Harle, Jr. S. S. U. 2, 1 and 10 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; Robert Bouchet, O. S. A. ; Louis Grimbert, Headquarters, A. F. S. ; E. R. Schoen, S. S. U. 18 ---Aviation ; Lawrence J. Moran, S. S. U. 71 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; Harold Hines, S. S. U. 13 ---U. S. A. A. S. ; Raymond Harper, S. S. U. 2 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; A. T. Miles, S. S. U. 8 ---U. S. A. A. S. ; Thomas R. Tarrant, T. M. 526 A --- Aviation; Anthony H. Manley, T. M. 526 A ---Aviation ; Warren W. Hamilton, T. M. 526 C ---A. R. C. ; Philip A. Embury, T. M. 133 ---Aviation ; Harold C. Hiis, S. S. U. 17 --- A. R. C.; Blake E. Clark, S. S. U. 68 ; David J. Post, Jr. S. S. U. 9; Roswell P. Bagley, T. M. 184 ---Aviation ; Lawrence B. Cahill, Jr. T. M. 526 B. --- Aviation ; Charles W. Baher, T. M. 184 --- Aviation; Percy T. Peterson, T. M. 133 --- Aviation ; W. M. Farr, T. M. 184 --- Aviation ; Leon H. Donahue, S. S. U. 66 ; Albert Mayoh, T. M. 397 --- Aviation Headquarters; Peter F. Monahan, S. S. U. 16 --- Air Service ; Harry B. Harter, S. S. U. 70 --Air Service; Charles R. Chase, S. S. U. 70---U. S. A. A. S.; Kenneth Austin Harvey, S. S. U. 70 ---U. S. A. A. S. ; C. S. Davis, S S. U. 70 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; C. L. Youmans, T. M. 184 H--- Aviation ; F. A. Grady, T. M. 184 H --- Aviation ; Roger Winship, T. M. 184 H --- Aviation ; Harold G. Meissner, S. S. U. 70 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; Marshall G. Penfield, S. S. U. 70--- U. S. A. A. S. ; Willis E. Penfield, S. S. U. 70 --- U. S. A. A. S; Walter S. Peterson, S S. U. 3 & 65 --- Aviation ; Lawrence G. Fisher, S. S. U.3 & 65 --- Italian Ambulance ; William F. Corry, S. S. U. 13 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; R. A. Neynaber, S. S. U. 69 --- Aviation L. of C. ; R. M. Hamilton, S. S. U. 69---Aviation L. of C. ; John S. McCampbell, S S. U. 69 --- Aviation L. of C. ; Louis E. Timson, S. S. U. 13--- U. S. A. A. S.; W. Parmenter Hunt, S. S. U. 13 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; R. Randolph Ball, S. S. U. 69 --- Aviation ; A. C. Phillips. S. S. U. 13--- U S. A. A. S. ; Scott Russell, S. S. U. 8 & 3; E. S. Ingham, T. M. 397 & 526 --- A. R. C. ; Robert Hyman, T. M. 242---A. R. C. ; Joseph A. Coughlin, S. S. U. 9--- A. R C. ; John T. Kip, T. M. 526 --- A. R.C. ; L. D. Higgins, T. M. 133---Aviation Signal Corps ; G. Houlston, T. M. 210 --- Q. M. C.; J. T. Bell, T. M. 184 --- Q. M. C. ; William B. Gilmore, S. S. U. 2 --- 1st. Lieut. Field Artillery U. S. R. ; William Ernest Resor, T. M. 133 ---A. R. C. ; Coburn Herndon, T. M. 133 ---U. S..Q M. C. ; Maurice L. Hanavan, T. M. 155--- U. S. A. Q. M.C.; Joseph C. MacDonald, S. S. U. 16 --- Aviation ; Walter Forth McCreight, T. M. 184 ---Aviation L. of C. ; Dominic D. Rich, S. S. U. 15 --- Air Service ; C. Upton Shreve, S. S. U. 4 , William A. Pearl, S. S. U. 1 ; Herbert T. McNerney, S. S. U. 9 --- A. R. C. ; J. M. Murdock, T. M. 133---A. R. C. ;J. K. Wells, S. S. U. 70 --- U. S. A. A. S. ; W. C. Towle, S. S. U. 70---U. S.A.A. S.; Robert C. Wells, S. S. U. 70---U. S. A. A. S.; Raymond Weeks, Staff, A. F. S.



Whoever writes the best letter to the Editor of the Bulletin in answer to this letter from a little South Carolina girl, will get a box of candy, as it is not possible to find the 19 year old Ambulance Driver to whom this was sent.

"How far a little candy sends delight
So shines a good deed in a naughty world."

A little girl "Somewhere in South Carolina " read in the Ladies Home Journal the story of the nineteen year old ambulance driver (near Verdun) with great interest and took to heart his need for something along the candy line.

Without delay she writes:

"With this letter I am today mailing a little bit of sweets, have no idea that it reaches you but am taking a shot any way toward you --- If this reaches you, just let me know and I will see that you will want for nothing along candy line."

"I want to say that I am a member of the "Red Cross"--- and am doing my bit but will do personal bits too, if I can. Now, will you let me know your wants and any other favor that you would like for this little South Carolina girl to do, although I am a working girl I never fail to do favors.

"I pray every day and night for "Peace" and all our boys' safe return to enjoy home life once again.

"I have four. fine, good Christian brothers that may leave home at any time for France too, and I know some other mothers and sisters will do the same favors for them."


Dear Mr. Editor : ---

May I take up part of a column in your publication in the interests of the history of the American Field Service, for which we are gathering copy now? We need the co-operation of all the men in the sections to make this book one of the best records of Americans’ pre-war activities.

The history is to be the story of the American Field Service up to the time it was taken over by the United States Army, and will be told by the members themselves. The history of each section is being written by a man in the unit.

The main purpose, of this letter, Mr. Editor, is to make a plea for photos, illustrations, poems, essays, and accounts of exciting events, such as you have often printed in your columns. In addition to making this book a complete record of the service, we want it to be the medium through which the life of the men in the ambulance work is pictured in the most interesting way possible.

We have no doubt that among your readers there are men with interesting photos which show the life at the cantonement, at the postes, or on the roads, others who are skillful with the pen or pencil on the drawing board and who will send us sketches for the book, and still others who have written poems and prose that ought to be in the American Field Service History.

Will you please ask these boys to write to Frank J. Taylor, 21, rue Raynouard, Paris, and tell him what they will do. Tell them, please, that if they have to go to expenses to get exceptional good material, the history will reimburse them.

Thank you for your help in calling the attention of the boys to the request for material. We feel confident that they will do all they can for the book. Judging by the way copy is coming in, the history should be one of the most valuable and interesting war-books America will have, and one our men in the service will be proud to have, as a record of what their Service did in the great war for democracy.

Yours very gratefully,


Howard S. Ramsdell, S. S. U. 9.


                    "SYSTEM D"

This war is for morals " we often are told,
      For honor and justice and right
It's a "soulful uplifter, " it " brings out the best,"
      It "leads us from darkness to light."
But all of this talk about morals and such
      Is compromised some, you will see,
By that prevalent habit of take it, or nab it,
      Which is called by the French,
             "System D."

When up at the front on some duty or other,
And there's nothing to do and you snooze,
And a real pleasant poilu with manners quite perfect
      Drops in and departs with your shoes;
When your essence is stolen, or cooks sell your pinard
      To poilus who want, a cheap spree,
Tho perhaps not delighted, you don't get excited
      It's a part of the game,
             "System D."

When your tools are all taken, you do not report it,
      But tap someone else's full set[
When the Lieut takes your coal, you just take someone else's,
       (The kitchen's a pretty good bet!)
And so it goes on from the General down,
      And adjusts itself quite equally,
This uplift of wartime, this shoplift of no crime,
      This nice moral game,
             "System D."

Robert A. DONALDSON, S S. U. 18.


Time was, when I honestly longed for the day
     That we'd go to the front for some action.
I was then a recruit --- a poor simple galoot,
     And was ripe for a row or a raction.
But now --- well, it's different ; I've had quite enough
     Of this damnable war of perdition, --
I don't fall no more for this patriot stuff : ---
     All I want is to go on permission!

At first I was keen to he risking my life
     To go over the top and attack
I wasn't dismayed at the thought of a raid
     When the most of us wouldn't come back
But now when they call for a few volunteers
     To go out on a bomb expedition,
I let others respond, while I join in the cheers---
     For the time's getting near to permission!

It was not long ago that I used to have hopes
     That I'd get a promotion and such,
But six weeks of trenches --- their filth and their stenches
     Ain't made me repine for it much.
Ambition sinks low, in the face of war's taunts ; ---
     Get away with your louzy commission! --
There's only one thing that a soldier man wants
     Let me lite outa this --- on permission!


"Following the example set by England and France a measure has recently been brought up in Congress to make America bone dry for the duration of the war."


     America is putting forth
     All efforts toward the war.
White bread, free lunch, et al., have gone,
     Soon drinks will be no more.
     We must imitate our Allies,
     And so we close the bars
Light wines and beer are going fast,
     And soon they'll stop cigars.

An English-speaking Frenchman o'er
     His pinard read the page,
     Immediately he flew into
     A patriotic rage.
"What stuff! What over whelming lies
     On France this is a slander.
You should take steps to have suppressed
     This German propaganda!"

The Tommy in his billets read
     The Daily Mail's short note
About this imitative measure which
     Was coming up to vote.
He chuckled o'er the journal long
And then spoke up, "I say,
This, really must be only rot, ----
     The U. S. going dry!"

     The old determined U. S. A.
     Will probably will the war
     If it will only emulate
     The Allies more and more.
But consolation still there'll be
     Despite the U. S. dry
     The poilu has his pinard,
     And the Tommy has his rye!

R. A. D., S. S, U. 18


This war would be extremely drear,
If we had not long since begun
To view events that happen here
Transfigured by our sense of fun.

For many daily incidents
To which we have been used,
Replete with humor quite immense,
Occur, to keep the men amused.

Why, almost every single day
Some one is either killed or maimed
In some excruciating way
Or maybe permanently lamed.

Just take, for instance, when last week
Our raiders, fooled by some mirage,
Too soon dashed forward like a streak,
And ran into their own barrage.

When Smith, to show that he was calm,
Went on a sapping expedition.
They blew him skyward with a bomb
Or some such-like munition.

Or when we found (another jest)
Our Sergeant missing from the poste
Especially good when Jones confessed
He'd shot him in the back

When private Brown just now essayed
(Perhaps the funniest episode)
To take the pin from a grenade
What did the thing do but explode!

That don't compare with when we read
(As oft we do these cheerful days),
How bombing planes have sown their seed
On citizens and embusqués.

Such things as these we've come to feel
Provocative of hearty mirth,
And so of joy there is a deal
Not any kind or sort of dearth.

We pray that this philosophy
Continues as it was begun,
And thank whatever gods may be
For giving us our sense of fun.

And yet, not one among the lot
(E'en as he laughs at some poor bloke),
But fondly hopes that he is not
To be the point of the next joke.



         DE L'ARMEMENT
                ET DES
        Cabinet du Ministre
           N° 67,013 1/SA

Paris, le 12 décembre 1917.

Monsieur l’Inspecteur Général,

Je reçois vos deux lettres des 5 et 6 novembre, par lesquelles vous offrez au Service Automobile de l'Armée Française, au nom de l’American Field Service, les deux sections sanitaires que cette Association avait envoyées à l'Armée d'Orient, ainsi que les pièces détachées et les deux châssis mis à la disposition des élèves officiers de Meaux.

Je vous remercie infiniment de votre offre généreuse et tiens à vous exprimer tous mes regrets que les circonstances actuelles ne vous permettent plus de collaborer avec l’Armée Française comme par le passé.

Je vous prie d'adresser à tous vos collaborateurs, en même temps que l'expression de notre profonde reconnaissance, nos remerciements les plus vifs pour l'aide efficace que votre organisation nous a apportée, ainsi que pour l'offre que vous nous faites aujourd'hui en son nom.

Je veux associer à ces remerciements les généreux donateurs, et en particulier les grandes Universités d'Harvard, d'Yale et les collèges américains dont le concours vous a permis de poursuivre votre oeuvre.

Veuillez agréer, Monsieur l'Inspecteur Général, l'assurance de ma haute considération.

Le Ministre de l'Armement
et des Fabrications de Guerre. .

Monsieur Piatt Inspecteur Général du
Service Automobile Américain aux Armées Françaises.

AFS Bulletin Number Twenty-Seven