President AUSTIN B MASON, 50 State Street, Boston
Vice-President, J. B. WHITTON, Balfour-Guthrie Building, San Francisco Secretary, ARCHIBALD DUDGEON, 969 Park Avenue, New York Treasurer, DALLAS D. L. McGREW, 50 State Street, Boston
Chairman, RICHARD LAWRENCE
Secretary and Treasurer, MAYO A. DARLING, 50 State Street, Boston
Chairman, THOMAS S. BOSWORTH, 45 East 55th Street, New York
President, ERNEST S. CLARK
Secretary and Treasurer, JOHN H. MASON, Jr., Commercial Trust Company, Philadelphia
Chairman, THOMAS LOWRY, 931 Webb Avenue, Detroit
C. E. FRAZEE CLARK
MUIR W. LIND
President, ROBERT A. DONALDSON
Secretary, NELSON H. PARTRIDGE, Jr., San Francisco Chronicle, San Francisco
Chairman, RICHARD B. ENGLISH, 451 Pennsylvania Avenue, North West, Washington, D. C.
President, Louis G. CALDWELL
First Vice-President, ALLAN F. SHARPE
Second Vice-President, M. K. CHANDLER
Secretary and Treasurer, W. B. GEMMILL, 1610 City Hall Square Building, Chicago
Honorary Vice-President, GEN. HENRY J. REILLY
Chairman, PHILIP C. LEWIS, 3604 Salem Street, Indianapolis
Secretary and Treasurer, JOHN I. KAUTZ, 116 North Pennsylvania Street, Indianapolis
Chairman, James M. Irwin, 1184 Summit Avenue, Lakewood, Ohio
Chairman, JOHN S. CARTER, 117 North Main Street, St. Louis, Mo.
Buffalo, Pittsburgh, St. Paul and Syracuse
Information concerning the above can be secured through Central Office, 50 State Street, Boston, Mass.
The Board of Directors have voted that the Annual Reunion of the Association shall be held in Boston next spring. A great many men have thought it was not quite fair to confine the big reunion always to New York. Boston was chosen, since in the Boston district there are the next greatest number of men. It was thought that the plan of changing the location of the big reunion was well worth trying for one year. It will depend upon its success this coming year whether or not the Association will return to New York for good, or whether they will try it in other cities. It is planned to arrange for the various Boston members to put up as many men as possible at their homes during the reunion. Several of the men have already offered to accommodate as many men as their houses will hold, among them Mr. Sleeper. Plan to come to Boston early in May.
The Central Association announces that two four-volume history sets will be given for the best articles submitted for the May Reunion Number of the BULLETIN. One set will be given for the best piece of prose and one for the best piece of poetry. The four volumes include the three-volume History of the Field Service Association and the Memorial volume, recently published.
At the time of going to press the many details of when and where the articles are to be submitted are lacking. Complete information will be given in the March issue of the BULLETIN. Start now to prepare your contribution. Watch the next BULLETIN and set aside space on your shelves for those four volumes.
It is with great regret that we learn of the death of our comrade, Appleton T. Miles. Miles first went abroad and joined Section 8 in October, 1916. He served as a driver first at Chavigny, near Nancy, then at the Somme, Argonne, Verdun, Champagne, etc. He was a very hard and steady worker, and stayed with Section 8 from 1916 through the war until the organization, then an American Army unit, was disbanded. He was made chef of the section a little while before the section was taken over by the American Army, and then served as first lieutenant in the ambulance corps, staying with the section throughout. He was awarded the Croix de Guerre several times and also the Legion of Honor. He returned home, was married, and started in business, and was in business only two years when he was taken sick.
We are sure that all members of the American Field Service extend to Mrs. Miles their most sincere sympathy in her loss, and we all feel a great sorrow in the loss of one of our most respected members.
Some of the Field Service men are under the impression that the American Field Service is rich. To correct this impression, we wish to have it known that practically all the money left over from the donations given to the old Field Service was turned over to the Fellowships, and is tied up in that organization. The only money held out was a small amount for the purpose of publishing a history and memorial volume, which was done with the permission of certain donors. This money has now been used up. The Association is entirely dependent upon its dues, and has no connection financially with the Fellowships or the old American Field Service. In other words, we are self-supporting, and we want every American Field Service man to become a member. The more members we have the more activities we can undertake, and the more interesting BULLETIN we can publish.
It has been suggested that each of the larger branches appoint a secretary or chef of each section. It will be the duty of this chef to keep in touch with the men of his section in his branch district. He can get in touch with them by telephone before luncheons and dinners, and thereby help toward getting the men together for such functions in greater numbers. This arrangement is very strongly recommended to all branches.
Mrs. Cornelius Stevenson (the renowned "Peggy Shippen" of the Public Ledger) would have been an active member of the Field Service, did her sex, her years and her strength permit---as it was, the heart of Jeanne D'Arc in the body of an aged woman thrilled to every word that came of the dauntless deeds of the service in behalf of beloved France, where she was born.
Though she could not go herself, her interest far exceeded the usual journalistic impersonal concern; for her only son, W. Yorke Stevenson, was in the thick of it. His two books, "At the Front in a Flivver" and "From Poilu to Yank," are classic impressions of the service in action. He was chef of S. S. U. 1 from March 4, 1917, to November 1, 1917, with additional service before and after those dates; and the books are made up of his reticent, humorous letters edited with eager mother-love and pride.
To ask for space for any statement of the needs of the Field Service was at once to enlist the affectionate concern and the toiling pen of "Peggy Shippen." But she was not content to sit at a desk in a sanctum and concoct appeal for public sympathy and reinforcement in the effort of young America for France. With her friends, Miss Caroline Sinkler, Mrs. Coxe, Mrs. Markoe and others, she arranged highly successful meetings at the home of Mrs. Stotesbury and in public places of assemblage as well as in private houses. By this personal effort as well as by the written exploitation, she immeasurably lightened the task of those whose work it was to add recruits and procure the necessary funds.
The results, in the enhanced prestige and the increased efficiency of the service, gave her an even greater personal satisfaction than the decorations so often conferred on her by the French Government and the repeated official recognition of her selfless endeavor. Any who ever came to her in the name and for the sake of the American Field Service felt at once the radiant warmth of an intimacy of welcome never accorded to those who urged on her those aims that begin and end with a selfish interest. She appreciated to the full the rare altruism that impelled those who created and carried on this great and indispensable undertaking that forever links the lands with the sole binding power that counts lastingly-which is such personal devotion as Mrs. Stevenson has given.
The New York Branch has appointed a committee to help ex-service men in New York. They are going to collect old clothes and as far as possible finance loans to needy men. Except in so far as they help old Field Service men, this is not included among the aims and functions of the association. However, it is a very laudable procedure, and it is recommended to all branches that they form similar committees and undertake the same sort of activity, either directly by themselves or in connection with some local organization doing this sort of work.
STILL AT FAY, December 24th.
Well, I'm still alive, Harvey, but I had a terrible night. This abri ain't but forty feet deep, but it's the best they've got. I been making inquiries and I find it was built by the Botches and captured in the last attack. The only way the Frenchies can keep safe is to capture abris from the Botches. This one goes down three flights of stairs and the ceiling is made out of railroad rails and ten ton of scrap iron. That's what I call an Abri, Harvey.
One of the fellows that came out to help me start my voycher this morning says the Post of Secure at Estree is only four foot deep and they make the American volunteer sleep next to the front door, which opens right toward the Botch lines. Danged if they'll get me to Estree, Harvey, but they can't call me a coward, because I came through there on the way out to Fay and I got to go back through there if I ever get out.
I want to tell you about this here town of Estree. Once it was a thriving borough of 916 peaceful inhabitants---twenty-five more than there is in Dewksbury. Well, the main street was a mile long, lined with substantial dwellings of stone, brick and mortar like you see all over France, and to-day, Harvey, it's them houses in Estree that is all over France. When the Frenchies took the town back they blew every danged brick and rafter, piano, sewing machine and apple tree clean to hellangone and now the town ain't anything but a big bog. I never knew we was in it until the Medicine who was riding with me says: "Now we're at the town hall of Estree," he says.
I looked out and couldn't see nothing but a thirty-foot hole, with a dead Botch in it. "Gosh, I says, looks as if the council meeting musta been most as lively as some we have back in Dewksbury." I gotta have my little joke, Harvey, even in the jaws of death.
Well, I was telling you about our work serving France and civilization, although I'll be danged if I can see how I'm serving civilization by catching the cattahr and dysentery and living in a hole forty foot deep and having to associate with a lot of city fellows that would steal the paper vest right off your chest if you didn't sleep with one eye open.
Well, we're divided into four squads of five cars each and we take turn about for forty-eight hours each at four different jobs. That is to say two days at the trenches, two days evacuating the hospitals by day, two days evacuating the hospitals night, and two days on repo.
That on repo is another French joke, Harvey. In English it means resting up, but all the rest you get is to sweep up the cantonement after them city fellus, and then go out and pump about six buckets of this here water that grows so deep you can find Chinese money in it, and then like as not you find you got a busted spring, and when you got that fixed up and are into the middle of a good meal somebody runs up and says "Taxi, taxi, the Medicine Chief wants to go into Amiens and meet his best girl. She's coming in on the two-forty local from Paris." And you ain't any more than gotten back when a messenger comes in and says they's a French officer has froze his feet out at Camp 164. One voycher wanted toot-suite. "Alright, you say. Where is Camp 164?" "I don't know exactly, says the Lieut, but it's somewhere between the Bois de Truffles and Calais, and be sure to take your gas mask and don't show any lights, because you might start a tier de barage." Believe me, Harvey, I don't want to start anything like that.
To-night I'll write you about my work, because there's likely to be a lot of blessies with all this bumping going on. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, this afternoon our Chief come driving up in the staff car and yells down at me, "Hey, Art," are you there?" "Yes," I says. "Come on down, it's a long climb, but this here is a real Post of Secure." When he reaches the bottom he says, "Well, Art, do you reckon you're safe here? Hadn't I better send out a pick and shovel so's you can dig yourself a little deeper?" "Thanks, Chief," I says, "you're real thoughtful. I got lots of spare time and I might as well spend it that away as any other."
"Well, Art," he says, "the Section has received a great honor." "Do tell," I says. "Yes," says he, "we've been asked to take over the work of a second French Ambulance Section, and to-morrow they want to give us the job of a third. Twenty Fords," says he, "to do the work of sixty Fiats!"
"Judas Crout," I says. "How many men was killt in those French sections?"
"They was completely annihilated," he says.
That's the news I got to go to sleep on to-night, Harvey, and it's Christmas Eve.
STILL AT FAY, December 26th.
Well, I promised to tell you something about my work, Harvey, and I ain't been able to sleep very good, so I might as well do it now.
Yesterday evening about five o'clock I was up in the conning tower of this here abri when I see four little two-wheeled carts being pushed up the road from the trenches and every couple of second a shrapnel would bust and you'd hear them eclairs go Splat in the mud. Underneath each pair of wheels a stretcher was strung with a blessie onto it and following them come two more little carts pulled by burros about three foot high. In them was the Morts, Harvey, that's French for stiffs.
Well, the Medicines looked them blessies over and smoked a cigarette or two and shook their heads and finally they picked up a couple of coal chisels and pried a few slugs out of them and poured some iodine onto them and clapped some bandages onto them and says: "Alright, monsewer, tote 'em back to the hospital."
So I started back through Estree to the hospital back at Proyart. Well, Harvey, by that time it was black as your hat and I couldn't see nothing except the flash of the giant guns and busting shrapnel. I kept right on through, Harvey, clean into Estree and then I seen the Botches were bumbing the road again between me and Proyart. Well, I woulda kept on, Harvey, but my voycher warn't working very good. It warn't busted exactly, but it didn't sound right. It warn't tuned up right, and you know, Harvey, it ain't fair to an auto to drive it when it ain't tuned up right.
Jim Kelley was standing by the Post of Secure at Estree and his voycher always works pretty good, so I says, "Say, Jim, I'm busting down and can't go on further. You gotta take my blessies in for me." "Alright," says he, "unload 'em." I guess if the truth was known he was glad enough to get back to Proyart; these city fellus don't like the trenches, Harvey. "I'll go back to Fay," I says, so here I am again, Harvey.
Well, there warn't any more blessies that night except a coupla fellus who had froze their feet and I had too much lumbago to start my voycher, so we all spent the night in this here abri, and I guess those soldiers was glad to be safe for a change even if their feet was froze. The only trouble was a coupla big rats started to eat their way through the armor-plate in the middle of the night and I had to sleep on a table about three foot square.
Well, the next morning I tried to start my voycher, but it warn't no use. I'd just about get her going when I'd hear one of them shrapnel coming and have to go down in the abri again. Finally I sent in word by an artillery truck for the mechanic, Jerry, to come out and start the dang thing and I clumb down to wait for him.
He come out after about an hour with Searg. Reese and looks at the spark plugs. "Judas Crout," he says, "you must think a spark's a French flea to jump across a space like that."
"Don't blame me, I says. I never touched them."
"I can see that," he says, "there's an inch of carbon onto them."
I'd like to know when I'd get a chance to clean spark plugs, Harvey, under all these tiers de barage.
Well, after we got it started I drove him back because he said I was relieved. Pretty soon we come to a big mud hole. "Go easy!" says Jerry, right into my ear. Well, you know how it is, Harvey, when somebody yells into your ear in a tight place.
"Well," he says "how you going to get out of this?"
"We got to get some poilus to push us out," I says. And just then three Frenchmen come walking down the road.
"Come on, you Eskimoes," says Jerry, "Poussez! Poussez !"
"Shut up, you dang fool," I says. "Don't you see them stripes I" They was a colonel and a Medicine Chief, and a captain all covered with medals! and here was this mechanic yelling at them to help push us outen the mud. Well, I'll be danged if the captain with the medals didn't come over and help push us out, Harvey. And when Jerry clumb back in the machine he says: "There ain't anybody less than a general can push me outen the mud." He ain't got any sense of shame at all, Harvey.
Well, I had to finish this here letter back in Proyart, Harvey, and I can't help thinking about that naval gun and them gas bumbs. You might think they'd give you a chance for a little sleep after fifty-two hours of hard duty, but no such thing, I got to evacuate a hospital to-night.
"The purpose of association shall be in general to perpetuate the memory of the life and work of the American Field Service Association in the World War---to keep alive the friendships of those years, and to promote mutual understanding and fraternal feeling between France and the United States. It shall also encourage and maintain social intercourse among its members; shall publish and distribute the Field Service Bulletin; shall co-operate with the Trustees of the American Field Service Fellowships for French Universities; shall provide, through a committee in France, information and assistance for members of the association and for American Field Service Fellows when in France, and---as opportunity offers---shall arrange for addresses and the entertainment of Frenchmen visiting this country."
The delay in going to press and this opportune bit of space make it possible for us to tell here of the annual banquet of the Chicago Branch, which was held at the Iroquois Club, Saturday, January 7.
Fifty-three ambulanciers were present. The principal speaker was Judge Hugo Pam, of the Superior Court of Cook County. Judge Pam made an extensive tour of Europe last spring, spending a great deal of his time in Poland and Ukraine. Louis G. Caldwell, president of the branch, gave a talk, illustrated with slides, on The Chemin-Des-Dames. An additional number was the rendering of the famous poem, "Hunk-a-tin," by the author, Battershell, of Section 13.
Perhaps the feature of the evening was the songfest. Aided by a three-piece orchestra and an eight-page book of songs of the Field Service and the poilus, printed especially for the occasion, the singing got by with a vengeance.
There comes to me, dreaming, a country,
There comes to me, dreaming, a valley,
There comes to me, dreaming, a village,
Alice with her wonderful smile;
There comes to me, dreaming, a cellar,
There comes to me, dreaming, a greeting,
We give here extracts from the speech of Thomas Bosworth, president of the New York Branch, given at the recent annual reunion of that branch. The problems of the New York Branch do not differ materially from those of others. Its aims and purposes are those of the rest of us. For that reason, we believe that what he has to say on the aims and purposes of his branch will he of real benefit to those of us who are still groping about for the best way to go ahead.
"I feel very strongly (and I am sure that there are other members of this branch who feel just as strongly) that a decision must soon be made as to what this branch is to become, what it is to do, and what it means to the members of it. We have gone along very sloppily from month to month, with an occasional high note at a reunion, but as an organization our aims, accomplishments, and future developments are pretty nebulous.
"The members of this branch fall into three rather clearly defined groups: Those who are completely indifferent to the whole matter; those who can be roused to show their co-operation and interest by means of printed invitations to dinners, and those who spend a little time in keeping the branch in a semblance of corporate existence. But back of whatever life there is in the New York Branch there is the question: What is the branch for? We do not exist to promote actively the business of the Field Service scholarships; we do not maintain a club house; we have no policy apparent save the infrequent consumption of pinard together as tonight.
"The effort to start a Field Service Club, and find a roof to cover it, proved (to my mind as one member) that the geographical conditions under which we live make it almost impossible to continue the Field Service Association in New York under any other terms save that of an occasional meeting---with pinard. We are not like the men in Boston---all of whom have offices in a district within a convenient radius of Marliave's. New York men are divided sharply into those who work downtown, and those who work uptown, and with an hour for lunch, on weekdays one class can not go uptown, and the other downtown.
"You will all admit that there is a good deal of indifference as to the future of the New York Branch; it is amusing to have dinner once in awhile, and very pleasant to meet men from your section and find out what they are doing, and buy them a drink. But can any one of you (and I put the question in all humility) answer the question: What is the New York Branch for? I can think of three excellent answers, but no one of them seems sufficiently weighty to justify the efforts of some of the members to keep it going as it has dragged on during the spring and summer.
"May I propose a plan which is offered to you with no other motive than to provoke discussion? There are three separate, yet correlated, groups of ex-ambulance men in New York: the Field Service, Allentown men, and the S. S. U. Post of the Legion. Then, too, there are the Norton-Harjes men. Many of the Field Service men belong to the Legion, and many of the Legion men are members of this branch. I, for one, can not see that it serves any good purpose, as the years go on, to keep the line of demarcation so sharply in evidence, for, in spite of some personal misunderstandings between individuals, we all served France in the same way, and we are all exponents of the same idea. If the Field Service branch had achieved a club house, I think the reason for keeping the groups separate would be a much more potent one. But, in view of the conditions---indifference and waning interest---it seems to me that a clearly defined rapprochement is both wise and sane.
"It is worth considering that the American Legion is one of the strongest guiding forces in the republic to-day. Composed as it is of men of every grade of intelligence and every variety of experience it can not meet your individual approval on every national issue. Its members are very earnestly devoted to the betterment of our country, and the counteracting of alien and disrupting influences here. As a member of the American Legion, and a member of the Field Service Association, I should like to ask you to consider, frankly, the closest possible co-operation with the S. S. U. Post of the Legion (to which you are all eligible as members), because I think the facts prove (unpleasant as they may appear) that the New York Branch is not justifying its existence, and the American Legion is. I would like to add that I think that the holding of an occasional wet dinner isn't, somehow, worthy of the spirit of the old ambulance. Aren't we forgetting that there is a vast deal of suffering among ex-service men in the hospitals and out of them; that there is always a certain amount of Boche propaganda to be counteracted; and that, if the conference at Washington does obtain results, we are living in days more stirring even than the late war, days in which the members of the ambulance service still have a part to play. You may not hear a call for a "voiture Americaine," but there is a clear call for us, as Americans, to a united, not dissipated and vaguely outlined, effort.
"As a working suggestion for activities of the New York Branch, this information may be of interest: There are 900 to 1,000 gassed men, now in various stages of tuberculosis, in the Fox Hills Hospital. The Broadway Post has adopted a ward of sixty men. It costs about $25 a month to keep the men in their ward in supplies. At Christmas they are to give the men a Christmas tree. The whole party is to cost $30.
"There are innumerable genuine hard-luck cases of unemployed ex-Service men who can be found through the Legion Headquarters at the Hall of Records; and there are infinite 'cases' of men just discharged from hospitals who require help, clothing and jobs. The 'Dug Out,' in East 61st Street, needs help. This is a kind of club for badly wounded men which supplies them with material for making bead chains, toys, and small objects which the 'Dug Out' sells for the men. And there is the 'Lest We Forget' committee, which Colonel Galbraith praised very highly, which takes men from the hospitals to concerts and plays and into the country: These charities are not the sentimental efforts of hysterical women who weep over the 'dear boys,' but are activities of excellent and serious purpose, which would bring much credit to the Field Service to assist.
"I do not wish to convey the impression that I want, to abolish the Field Service Association in New York. Wouldn't the thing work out better to have one or two dinners a year, and let it go at that? The annual reunion provides enough emotion to last for at least six months. Then, with whatever energy is left over, let us direct that effort, frankly and wholeheartedly, to co-operation with the Legion, and make ourselves felt, as we did in the old days in France.
"But whatever is done, let us first define our purposes, our reason for existence."
The organization of the Indiana Branch has been seriously handicapped by lack of numbers. In fact, in order to come under the wire as an official branch it has been necessary to make the enrollment of Indiana Field Service men practically 100 per cent. For this reason, Indiana has been delayed in taking its place alongside its more populous brethren of New York, Chicago, Philadelphia, Boston and the Far West.
Shortly after the last Field Service reunion the branch was officially organized and temporary officers named to serve until a real gathering could be had. It is our hope that we may have our first full-fledged meeting early in 1922, when we hope to put the branch on a permanent basis. We are few in numbers, but we feel that it would be a great mistake if we failed to take advantage of the memories of those early days of 1915, 1916 and 1917. Those memories are peculiarly ours and we must preserve them. And so, though our numbers may, at times, fall below the limit of ten required by the Constitution, there shall always be an Indiana Branch in spirit. We stand ready, individually and as a branch, to maintain and carry on the ideals of the Field Service.
On Saturday, December 3, a dinner of the New York Branch of the American Field Service Association was held at Mouquin's on Sixth Avenue, the scene of more-than one Field Service reunion. About fifty men were present. Many friendly messages were received from the other branches.
Chairman Townsend and Vice-Chairman Galatti tendered their resignations because of business reasons and Tom Bosworth was elected chairman with power to appoint a vice-chairman. He then outlined the past activities of the branch and entered a plea for a more definite objective which would serve to hold the organization together.
As a suggestion to promote discussion, he pointed out the great need existing among disabled ex-service men in New York and urged co-operation with the American Legion in its work. The sense of the meeting was overwhelmingly in favor of going definitely and actively into some such work, but it was decided to do so independently as a Field Service organization. A committee was appointed, under the chairmanship of Noyes Reynolds, to discover where the need was greatest and through what channels aid could best be given. The committee was instructed to look first for means of helping any Field Service men who might be in want.
To this end it is hoped that any one who knows of a Field Service man in or around New York who is in financial difficulties, will communicate with Noyes Reynolds, care of the Harvard Club, New York City. The committee has already outlined tentative plans which include the collecting of old clothes and the sending of a letter acquainting all men with the general program and asking for promise of assistance.
A rousing second annual reunion of the Far Western Branch of the Association was held in San Francisco November 20. The scene of the affair was a snug little café which, for the sake of the bistro, we will call the Rendezvous des Bourgeois. Any Field Service man in San Francisco will tell you where the place is, and also invite you to boire un coup with him there.
About twenty-five of us were in on the reunion. The guests of honor were Dr. Charles Mills Gayley and Prof. Regis Michaud, of the University of California. Others present were Jack Whitton, C. M. McIntosh, M. F. Desmond, H. R. Kendall, Phil Embury, Doc Holmes, Lloyd Bradley, E. R. Egger, Leroy Krusi, Ray Bontz, Lansing Warren, W. D. Clark, Donald Monteith, Norman Ford, Wilfrid Bull, Guy Calden, Pete Bangs, Dick McLaren, Frederick Ganz, R. H. Shainwald, N. H. Partridge, jr., Bob Donaldson and Barroll McNear.
We sat at two long tables in the back room of the café. Without too great a stretch of the imagination, we could picture ourselves as again in the salle a manger of one of the old cantonments. As the pinard went round, snatches of once familiar songs began to he heard. "La Madelon," "Aux Bords de la Thamise," "Valse du Pinard," "La Madelon de la Victoire" and numerous others all had their innings. We wound op with "La Marseillaise," the patron and his family joining in.
A telegram to President Harding, expressing approval of the disarmament conference, was read by Dr. Gayley, unanimously endorsed by those present, and forwarded to the president the following day.
Prof. Michaud, who served as a poilu in the trenches and is now in the French department of the University of California, delighted the gathering with extemporaneous remarks of a highly humorous nature in French. His style was that of the clever wits in the little theaters of Montmartre, who improvise amusing observations on the events of the day. As an encore, he favored us with a monologue in poilu slang, describing the efforts of a pompous chef de gare to get his train under way while under a barrage of ridicule from a bunch of poilus.
Kenneth Monteagle made a hit with a skilful reading of Lansing Warren's "Polyglotitis" (see page 358 in the third volume of your Field Service History of the Far Western Branch).
Officers were elected for the ensuing year. R. H. Donaldson succeeds W. A. McLaren as president and N. H. Partridge, Jr., succeeds E. G. Bangs and Walter Bruns as secretary and treasurer. There was no election of a vice-president.
On the occasion of the visit of Marshal Foch to San Francisco, December 3, the Field Service was represented at a banquet in his honor that night at the Palace Hotel by Jack Whitton, Bob Donaldson and Lansing Warren. Dr. Gayley, of the University of California, who was active in organizing the university's units of the Field Service, and who was decorated with the cross of the Legion of Honor for his efforts in behalf of the French cause during the war, was also present.
The banquet was described in the press next day as the most brilliant in the history of San Francisco. It was arranged by the Bohemian Club, with Haig Patigian, the sculptor, in charge. Coming at the close of a full day of ceremonies, it made good on San Francisco's pardonable boast of being "the city that knows how."
N. H. PARTRIDGE, JR.
On November 15th Marshal Foch paid a flying visit to Philadelphia, arriving at 1:30 P. M.
The local branch was the first delegation to meet him along the route, having turned out in the old uniforms and with banners flying. Doc Clark and Jack Mason were our representatives on the executive committee, and sped around behind the marshal midst much laying of wreaths upon statues and many renditions of "La Marseillaise" and "The Star-Spangled Banner."
As everywhere else, the marshal was accorded a most enthusiastic welcome. The citizens of Philadelphia tendered him a large banquet in the evening and were addressed, among others, by both Marshal Foch and General Pershing. At the close of the banquet the marshal was sped on his way to Washington and more banquets.
E. S. CLARK.
At a luncheon held December 10 in the Detroit Board of Commerce the following Field Service men gathered around the festive board:
Cliff Hanna, Section 1; Ernest Stanton, Section 4; Kenneth White, Section 4; Upton Shreve, Section 4; Willis Munro, Section 15; Frazee Clark, Section 15; N. Lind, Section 69; Leland Thompson, Section 69; Geyer Osgood, Section 69; Thomas Lowry, Section 3; Phil Roan, Section 13; John Numgan, Section 32.
Tentative plans were discussed for the organization of a permanent branch for Detroit and vicinity. There are considerably more members scattered in and around Detroit, several at the University of Michigan, whom we hope to assemble for a meeting now being arranged, to be held soon after the first of the year. If the BULLETIN reaches any one we have overlooked, the committee in charge, consisting of Tom Lowry, 931 Webb Avenue, or Frazee Clark, 111 Holbrook Avenue, Detroit, would be glad to hear from them.
C. E. FRAZEE CLARK.
The Field Service was given a place in the procession on Armistice Day in Washington which accompanied the unknown dead from the rotunda of the Capitol to the amphitheater in Arlington Cemetery. Among the men who marched were Richard English, S. S. U, 29; Dallas D. L. McGrew, S. S. U. 3; Thomas Bosworth, S. S. U. 1, and Wallace Smith, T. M. U. 526.
Eight of the old section flags were carried by these men, having been brought from New York for the ceremony by Thomas Bosworth. The following Monday these flags were carried by the Field Service delegation in honor of Marshal Foch in Boston, and on Tuesday, the 15th, they again figured in the procession in honor of Marshal Foch in Philadelphia.
The third monthly luncheon of the Chicago Branch was held at Hotel Morrison on Wednesday, December 7th. Officers were elected as follows:
President, Louis G. Caldwell; first vice-president, Allan F. Sharpe; second vice-president, M. K. Chandler; secretary and treasurer, William B. Gemmill, 1610 City Hall Square Building; honorary vice-president, General Henry J. Reilly.
By-laws were adopted at a previous meeting.
It was decided to hold the first annual banquet at the Iroquois Club on Saturday evening, January 7. A banquet committee was appointed in charge of Chandler, as chairman, and Scoles, Ball, Kowalski and Kaiser as other members. Monthly luncheons will be held on the first Wednesday of every month in the Hotel Morrison. Twenty-eight were present at the last luncheon.
Louis G. CALDWELL.
The annual banquet of the Boston Branch, held at the Westminster on December 3, was as great a success as usual. Attendance, about 100.
Among the speakers were Austin B. Mason, president of the Association; Dr. Alfred E. Stearns, of Andover; John Chipman, T. M. U. 184. The latter presented briefly a plan for tying the branches closer together by means of corresponding secretaries. "Doc" Andrew did not forget to run away from his newly acquired cares in Washington. He apparently thrives on the life of a congressman.
Plans are being hatched within the Boston Branch for some substitute for the weekly luncheons at the Marliave, which have sort of petered out this season. One plan is to have evening meals at some such place as Louis' Café once a month or so, with a smoker or theater party following.
Hugh Millard, T. M. U. 526, has been one of the secretaries of the United States Delegation to the Disarmament Conference.
David E. Judd, S. S. U. 4, is now in Paris, care of Bankers Trust Company, 3 Place Vendome, Paris, France.
W. J. Losh, S. S. U. 14-10, is secretary to the Polish Legation at Washington.
Stephen Galatti is now connected with Munroe & Co., New York.
Dallas D L. McGrew, S. S. U. 3, is secretary to the Japanese Legation at Washington.
Seth Talcott, S. S. U. 66, of Hartford, Conn., now studying at the Beaux Arts, Paris. Address, 27 Rue Jacob, Paris.
Walter Clark, S. S. U. 12, leaves soon for Japan on a business trip.
Frank J. Taylor, S. S. U. 10, is now located in Washington, D. C., as correspondent for the New York Globe.
Dolan, Thomas, III, T. M. U. 184, of Chestnutwold Farm, Devon, Pa., and Miss Edith Hutchinson, of Ashwood Farm, Devon, Pa.
Thatcher, George Atherton, Jr., S. S. U. 12, of Brockton, Mass., and Miss Mary Tuttle Miller, of Brockton.
Fox, Frank Marsden, S. S. U. 71, of Rochester, N. Y., and Miss Ruth Stanley, of Rochester, N. Y., October 8, 1921.
Tedford, John Howard, T. M. U. 133, of Peabody, Mass., and Miss Clara B. Risteen, of Peabody, June 25, 1921.
Lyman, George Hinckley, Jr., S. S. U. 9, of Boston, Mass., and Miss Eleanor L. Higginson, of Boston, at St. Paul's Cathedral, November 26, 1921.
Caldwell, Louis G., S. S. U. 65, of Chicago, Ill., and Miss Irene Buysse, on October 31, 1921.
Hodgman, S. T., of New York, and Miss Adelaide Bedell, of New York, November 23, 1921, at St. James Chapel.
Stauffer, Jack Harned, S. S. U. 12, of Pittsburgh, Pa., and Miss Kathlee Louise Hawkens, of Cumberland, Md., September 1, 1921.
Preston, Jerome, S. S. U. 15, of Lexington, Mass., and New York City, and Miss Iva Harpster Stone, of New Brighton, Staten Island, N. Y., January 3, 1922, at Christ Church, New Brighton.
Wainwright, Neal, S. S. U. 9, of Boston, and Miss Mona Crozer, of Philadelphia, December 8, 1921, at the Church of the Transfiguration, New York.
To Mr. and Mrs. James Palmer, S. S. U. 17, of Chicago, Ill., a son, Stuart B., November 27, 1921.
To Mr. and Mrs. Richard C.. Ware, S. S. U. 4, of Milton, Mass., a daughter, Cary, November 28, 1921.
To Mr. and Mrs. William S. Davenport, Jr., S. S. U. 9, of Paris, a daughter, Pamela Caldwell, October 23, 1921.
Miles, Appleton Train, Cdt. Adjt. S. S. U. 8, of Brattleboro, Vt., died suddenly in Hartford, Conn., Sunday, November 20, 1921.
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