President, AUSTIN B. MASON, 50 State St., Boston
Vice-President, J. B. WHITTON, Balfour-Guthrie Bldg., San Francisco
Secretary, ARCHIBALD DUDGEON, 969 Park Ave., N. Y.
Treasurer, DALLAS D. L. McGREW, 50 State St., Boston
Chairman, RICHARD LAWRENCE, 50 State St., Boston
Secretary and Treasurer, MAYO A. DARLING, 50 State St., Boston
Chairman, THOMAS S. BOSWORTH, 45 E. 55th St., N. Y.
Secretary, L. GORDON HAMERSLEY, 67 Wall St., N. Y.
Treasurer, JOHN MUNROE, 100 Broadway, N. Y.
Chairman, ERNEST S. CLARK, 1410 North American Bldg., Philadelphia
Secretary and Treasurer, JOHN H. MASON, Jr., Commercial Trust Co., Phil.
Chairman, ROBERT A. DONALDSON, 340 Ninth St., San Francisco
Secretary, NELSON H. PARTRIDGE, Jr., 411 O'Farrell St., San Francisco
Chairman, MUIR W. LIND, 18 Atkinson Ave., Detroit
Vice-Chairman, JOHN C. HANNA, 55 Kenilworth Ave., Detroit
Secretary and Treasurer, CHARLES U. SHREVE, 290 Cadillac Ave., Detroit
Chairman, LOUIS G. CALDWELL, 1418 Tribune Bldg., Chicago
Vice-Chairmen, ALLAN F. SHARPE, R. K. CHANDLER
Secretary and Treasurer, W. B. GEMMILL, 1610 City Hall Sq. Bldg., Chicago
Chairman, PHILIP C. LEWIS, 3604 Salem St., Indianapolis Secretary and Treasurer, JOHN I, KAUTZ, 116 N. Penn. St., Indianapolis
Chairman, JAMES M. IRWIN, 1184 Summit Av., Lakewood, Ohio
Chairman, JOHN S. CARTER, Jr., 117 N. Main St., St. Louis, Mo.
Chairman, JACK H. STAUFFER, Oliver Bldg., Pittsburgh
NORMAN KANN, Jackson Bldg., Pittsburgh
R. T. SCULLY, 201 Lexington Ave., Pittsburgh
J. P. SCOTT, Beechcliff Rd.. Sewickley, Pa.
|Mon corps à la terre
Mon âme à Dieu
Mon coeur à la France.
Some of our friends have been coming back from France and England lately with the news that the countries of our Allies are not what we knew them to be in wartime, and that the France we have been dreaming about ever since we stopped having our letters addressed "Convois Autos, par B. C. M." is past and gone. We admit that dream and reality may never be quite the same, and that even in wartime, "France" was not always and consistently, a state of mind of exaltation as we had pictured it before we left the United States. But the France of our memories, a France which is imperishable in our minds, is our war heritage, a memory of splendor and gallantry which no later event can ever efface.
We still feel something of the emotions which the Alsatians of Henry Bordeaux' novels feel at the arrival of the French troops after the Armistice, when we hear the "Sambre et Meuse." And "Madelon" does indeed fill up our cup. And the sound of French in a street car is very sweet to our ears. When we read a French book, our attention is never wholly on the words of the page, but we see French villages smothered in apple blossoms in the Spring, or a blue and purple mist at sunset coloring a row of poplars against a sky as soft as silk. How our attention wanders as we read that best of war books "Gaspard"! We see long lines of convoys, and a regiment marching at night, sending out to the night air a heavy smell as of damp cattle. And as dawn comes over the fields, smoke of shells drifts slowly, up and up.
To have heard Foch speak French at the burial of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington last Armistice Day was an event to remember. The representatives of all the other nations presented their decorations in turn in English of varying degrees of exactness. Poland, Czecho-slovakia, Italy, Belgium-and then, as sharp and keen as the edge of a knife, Foch's voice: "Je te donne, camarade de nos poilus . (I quote from memory), and something about the "peuple français." Here was France, the France which he knew, and which we in every inch of us knew, speaking to his comrade and our comrade---that France which was to Jen Oberlé "ce que j'ai dans le coeur comme un rêve, un pays où il y a une plus grande facilité de penser, où les âmes ont des nuances infinies, un pays qui a le charme d'une femme qu'on aime, quelque chose comme une Alsace encore plus belle."
We liked the French for that "plus grande facilité de penser" which we sometimes miss in our own country, for that keen inquiry of theirs, that open frankness. Their heroism and valor we took pride in, and we resented the criticism which we heard of them from men in our army who knew them less intimately and less sympathetically than we of the Field Service knew them. We treasure memories of their kindness, of the fraternalism of the poilus whom we carried back in our cars, of the sympathy and kindliness of the aumoniers, and the warm graciousness of the French people in the villages behind the Lines. Time has covered the memory of minor unpleasantness and temporary irritation, and has sharpened and brightened the colors of the pictures which we brought home with us.
For most of us, those pictures, and the keen reaction of those wartime impressions are all that we have to remind us of France in the midst of our daily life. But the pictures and the memories are so precious that we keep them locked away, for use on special occasions, or for moments when life is a little too much with us.
We are all of us, as members of the old Field Service, forever proud that we gave some part of ourselves to France, to France for the justification and recovery of herself, and to our own country, for the vindication and the winning of the future.
We still see the long white roads of France leading on through grey villages, with the sentinel poplars all along the way, and above, the sky the color of a poilu's coat. And the white roads carry us on and over the hill to a France of memory and ideal, to that France which is a personification of the very soul of our own Republic, that France which we knew in War.
THOMAS SHAW BOSWORTH, S.S. U. 1
The three years since we sailed from France are not very long when you compare them with three-score and ten, but they have been long enough to give most of us an idea of exactly what the rest of the allotted span is going to be like. Sometimes the prospect doesn't seem half bad and then again it seems like nothing at all.
It's in the latter mood that you always feel like digging out the old barracks bag and musette, potting on the old O. D. breeches and puttees, packing the responsibilities of life away in moth balls with civilian clothes, and sneaking back to France, by Steerage if necessary. But just as you reach for the telephone to call up the French line office and see what the chances are for next Saturday, it comes over you all at once that what you want to get back to simply doesn't exist any more. You might just as well put on the Eton jacket you wore when you were eight years old and expect to find a train at the Grand Central Station to take you back to childhood. You might be able to find a train to take you back home, just as you could find a boat to take you back to France, but in either case it wouldn't be the same thing.
And that is the very disagreeable fact that we all have to face and make the most of. What France meant to us during the war was not merely "the Front," or the villages behind the front or even Paris. It was a whole scheme of life, which was born of the War and died with it---a state of mind shared by everyone about us, and always in the foreground was the picture of the poilu in his faded blue uniform, and all the things for which he stood.
But granted that War-time France was a state of mind and really doesn't exist any longer, there is a big satisfaction in knowing that what you have once thought, you can think again, and you don't have to go back to France to do it. The formula is very simple. All you have to do is call up some old Field Service man and ask him out to dinner-preferably some one whom you haven't seen for some time. Nor does it make very much difference whether he was a member of your old Section or not. If he was, so much the better. Then you can both talk at once about the same things. If not, and if his "state of mind" was therefore somewhat different in detail from yours, you will have to go through the motions of listening to him while he talks about his France, and then interrupt whenever you can and talk about yours. Above all remember that you are not expected to listen to what he says only in so far as it is necessary to be able to throw in a "Well I'll be damned," now and then, or some other sympathetic remark. While he is talking you are perfectly free to devote all your energies to thinking over the old days and just what you most want to say next.
The funny part of it all is, that before you realize it you are back there again, jumping about from cantonment to cantonment and from Poste to Poste, absolutely unhampered by any ordinary necessity of clumsy locomotion. One minute you are driving through the dark to that particularly nasty "poste avancé" with all the little shivers running up and down your spine, and the next you are drinking a friendly glass of port in Marie's little back sitting room, with the Front but a distant rumble. There are all the old friends in the Division on tap, dressed just as they were then, and not a day older. The old "voiture américaine" is waiting outside with its steering wheel just as loose as it ever was, and the same old hole in the third board from the bottom where the piece of "éclat" that you thought was intended for you went through. But why go on?
We used to watch the old G. A. R. veterans sit around by the hour and talk about "The War" and secretly feel a little contempt for them for making such a fuss about something which, after all, was over and done with many years. It won't be long before the next generation will feel the same way about us. And yet, while we have to admit that the life we knew during those years does not exist, in the same breath we can very stoutly affirm that it does exist, and will exist just as long as there are two old Field Service men left who can get together and talk about the War and France.
S. S. U. 15 rolled out over the clean Parisian cobblestones early in April, 1917, a few days after the declaration of war by the U. S., steering bravely toward that Hell-out-There and in the words of the Azuza (Cal.) Times-Herald-Dispatch (or was it the Kankakee American?) "no longer need the Germans strain their eyes to see the Glorious Stars and Stripes floating proudly on the Western Battle Front."
It was a stirring moment and twenty-two gallant hearts beat with the thrilling thought that at last they were going to fight for France. (It was only later that we found out about this Democracy business.) It was in Dombasle-en-Argonne that we began to do our bit and we wrote home brave letters beginning "Somewhere in France" and saying that although we had had no sleep for three weeks it was really nothing and we had become quite accustomed to bursting shells, etc. Those were glorious days! And now that cynicism has settled upon us with the passing years, disillusioned and weary at heart, we look back with longing eyes on the carefree enthusiasms of our youth.
We of Section 15 offer to other World War veterans yearning for the something that characterized the Old Days, the following scheme conceived in that very period and nurtured carefully since then in word and deed. In 1927, a decade after our first descent upon Dombasle, we shall repair thither from all parts of the world and shall give ourselves up to the renewal of our youth and its joyous memories. We hope to able to use the Chateau at Esnes of unforgettable memory as a part of the background of our celebration. We are saving already, putting away small sums from time to time against that great day. We carry the thought about in our hearts, discuss it over our coffee and cigarettes, and dream of it at night; and are so shaping our lives that when the familiar old whistle blows we will be ready to crank up and take our position in the convoy as it rolls its dusty way towards Dombasle over the straight white roads of France.
Some of us are too wont to regard the present Field Service Organization as existing simply to perpetuate something that is past---already completed. We look forward eagerly to the Reunion,---to the occasional meeting with an old friend of a section, or the sudden pleasure at a sympathetic note or word heard of the France of 1914-1919, but in the main, our glance tends to be backward rather than ahead. This keeping alive of old memories is a natural and laudable tendency and is furthermore an important part of the aim of the A. F. S. A., but we must in addition discover some way of carrying the spirit of the "good old days" into the future.
There is growing today in Paris a new off-shoot of the old Service, which, I am fully convinced, will flower as brilliantly and if not as quickly, and at least more permanently than the period we look back to. In France today the A. F. S. Scholars are paving the same paths among the universities that the first three sections paved in the Armies. How parallel the problems are! The same groping to find our places, the same slow untangling of administrative difficulties, and finally the same winning of confidence. And, just as the success of the first three ambulance sections made it imperative that the Service should grow, so now the proved success of the small band of scholars made it imperative that the number of Scholarships should grow.
I wish I could take you just for a moment to the Café du Panthéon, where Paul Cadman told me all what the Scholars were accomplishing, how much they were taking advantage of their opportunity and how much they were biped by the French---and then to the University Union to have all this confirmed again---or an introduction by hazard to a French professor whose greeting "Vous êtes un ami de M. Cadman, alors vous êtes mon ami, monsieur." (Was it my fancy that it sounded so much like my first night at a poste when the "cuisto" said to me, "Un ami de l'Américain S----, quel chic type!")
The excitement, the danger and the panoply of war surrounded us all with a glamor, and it was easy in the Ambulance days to bear our message to all our countrymen. It is more difficult now to interest even those who know France best, even though there is as great an adventure for the scholar of today as there was for the ambulancier of yesterday. It is the very same path they are treading. They are justly bearing the same name-and they are bringing new and distinguished honor to the American Field Service name, and through its name to the United States.
Isn't it, after all, better for all of us not to look back so often, but to try and find the road that lies in front? Instead of always saying---"Do you remember?" why not say, "Do you know what we are thinking of doing?" Let every one of us tell every friend he has that the Field Service has today thirty American Scholars studying in French Universities; these Scholars representing a number of universities and states, are doing distinguished service, are liked, and given every opportunity for furthering their work, and that these Scholars will return to their communities with the benefit of their experience, and their knowledge of the civilization and people of France, just as we came hack a few years ago. And let us also tell our friends that the Field Service is not satisfied with its thirty Scholars, but that its purpose is to obtain more and more Scholarships, and that it needs the help now.
Let us look for the road ahead of us---it lies very clearly---but it needs all our old energy, enthusiasm, bring co-operation. Why not make it "dollars" instead of "blessées"? If we bring back three "couchées" each trip, it will not take us long to obtain Scholarships. There were enough skeptics in the old days who wondered how twenty little Fords could do the work of a division. And perhaps now you will meet skeptics who will tell you that it is hard to find $25,000 for a Scholarship. But we used to pass the big cars on the road---and the accumulation of sums, however small, by approaching a number of people, pile up quickly. It is our work. It is our immediate opportunity to fulfill the work we began in 1914. Do not let people say of the American Field Service that it is only a veteran organization of the War. Let them all know that the work begun in the War is being pursued as much now as it was then, and that the work belongs to every member of the Field Service.
For the best piece of poetry and for the best prose article submitted to us for the reunion number of the Bulletin to be published May 1st, we offer
consisting of complete sets of four volumes each of the Field Service History (three volumes of "History" and the "Memorial Volume.")
The judges of the contest will sit in solemn conclave on April 20th, and all contributions must be in before then.
Choice of subject is unlimited. Poetry submitted should not run over 60 to 80 lines. Prose articles to contain not over 1200 words. Quality and not quantity is what will count. The right is reserved to publish any or all contributions whether prize winners or not, in any future number of the Bulletin.
Now step out, ye scribes, and let us hear from you. Send all contributions to the Association office, 50 State Street, Boston, Mass. Be sure to mark all sheets plainly with your name and address.
The Directors of the American Field Service Association have voted to try the Reunion this year in Boston and plans are going ahead to hold this Reunion at Plymouth, a suburb of Boston, on June 9th, 10th and 11th.
The Reunion Committee feels that the most attractive sort of a Reunion is the one which is being planned for this year. Reservations for the Reunion have been made at the Mayflower Inn at Plymouth, Massachusetts. Friday night will be devoted to an informal entertainment and the men will be given a chance to get acquainted again. It is absolutely important that every man arrive Friday night, otherwise he will miss one of the biggest features of the Reunion. Saturday morning will be devoted to golf, tennis, sight-seeing of historic Plymouth, or anything else that the men may desire to do. Saturday noon will be the Section Luncheons at the hotel, each Section having its own table or tables. Section Secretaries will be in charge of these tables so that the men can very easily make reservations and arrangements to suit themselves. The business meeting will come directly after lunch, and will be followed by another big surprise. Saturday night will be the banquet.
For Sunday a particularly attractive day is being planned and no expense!
Arrangements have been made for the men to be taken by automobiles, contributed by the members of the Field Service in Boston, directly from the Back Bay Station to Plymouth. This, of course, is far more agreeable than changing and going down by train, (no expense!). The automobiles will be at the station from two o'clock until after the Knickerbocker Express arrives from New York. Dinner Friday night at the hotel will be held until the last cars get there so that none of you men will have to stop in town for dinner or bother with it on the train. A Reception Committee will be at the station to meet all trains and to direct the men to the cars.
The first thought that probably comes to you upon the suggestion of such a Reunion is the expense of it to each individual man. In the first place, for a man to go to New York and stay at the various hotels, it would cost him over $50.00, exclusive of carfare, and this is a very conservative estimate. Now to come to the Boston Reunion, including his carfare for a radius of three hundred miles, it will not cost a man over $35.00. The cost of the Reunion itself will he between $15.00 and $20.00, which may sound big, but this includes Friday night's dinner, Friday night's lodging, three meals on Saturday, including the Section Luncheon and the banquet at night, Saturday night's lodging, and Sunday morning's breakfast. Therefore, including all these things, the amount of expense involved is only between $15 and $20.
This notice is being sent to you with as many details as are possible at the present time, so that you will know far enough in advance to plan for it.
The whole Reunion is absolutely informal and strictly stag. The hotel is for our exclusive use and there will be no outside interference.
M. A. D.
The New York Branch of the Field Service has, this year, faced the issue of what it is to become, and what means it has to accomplish certain ends which it believes will justify its existence.
The question: "What is a Branch?" is a difficult one to answer, and one for which a ready answer is not easy. A Branch is a group of "ex-gentlemen conducteurs" who served in France together, all of whose members have a taste for good Likker. According to another interpretation, a Branch of the Field Service is a group of men who served an ideal during the War, who feel, now that the War is over and France (unhappily for most of us) a dream, that they can perpetuate the memory of that ideal in a serious and constructive, and mutually satisfactory, manner.
The New York Branch faces the question of immediate increase in membership. The mailing list as it stands at present, numbers 500 and more men. The average attendance at dinners (which have been held every two months) is 40. A notice of each dinner of the Branch is mailed to every name on the list, with the result that two-thirds of the cards disappear in space. Some few coming hack like homing pigeons weeks after the dinner.
With the help of the Boston lists at Headquarters, the New York mailing list has now been checked according to Sections. We are going to ask one man from each Section to take a list of the men in his Section, and make himself personally responsible for some kind of information as to the whereabouts of the men in his Section who are supposed to be living in this district.
At each dinner of the Branch the men present have been asked to telephone or write, a day or two before the dinner, to all the men whom they know personally, to ask them if they have received notices and how they feel about the Branch. Without actually naming it, we have started a Membership Drive, and are hopeful of the results which will be accomplished by a division of labor. For we recognize that to achieve a Clubhouse in New York, we must have full membership, which means a full Treasury.
A Clubhouse for the Field Service, which shall be a reconstructed rue Raynouard, "to which the wise and honest shall repair," is a splendid vision for the future. Since the New York Branch represents the largest city in the Republic, it ought to be possible to focus the attention of all its members upon the creation of a Clubhouse which shall be an Eastern headquarters for all Field Service men (without stealing any of the thunder of the Central Association). Such a Clubhouse would, in atmosphere and uses, counterpart the functions of "21 rue Raynouard" in Paris. But the achievement of such a Clubhouse is a long distance ahead of us!
As reported in the last Bulletin, a temporary Relief Committee of the New York Branch was appointed to discover what need existed among Field-Service and other ex-service men and what could be accomplished by the branch in the way of helping them. This Committee under the chairmanship of Noyes Reynolds made its investigation among the hospitals and the various charity organizations devoted to the welfare of ex-service men and in addition took some definite steps toward organization. Old clothes and money were collected and some distributed, a little work done in the hospitals, and Walter Mack, who was in charge of employment, succeeded in placing two out of five men who applied for aid. Three members of the Field Service offered to place suitable men in their employ.
At a dinner held at the Army and Navy Club on Friday, February 3rd, it was decided, on the suggestion of Steve Gallatti and as a result of the report of the Committee, to limit the relief work of the Branch to needy Field Service men and Frenchmen. The ex-service man in general is cared for already by so many separate organizations and our ability to serve is necessarily so limited that it was felt best to confine our efforts to a job which we could handle and which, furthermore is a direct furtherance of the purpose of the Association.
Joe Greenwood was elected chairman of a permanent Relief Committee with general powers to appoint his associates and establish definite agencies for the relief of any Field Service man or Frenchman who may be in need of assistance.
A meeting for purposes of organization was held on February 14th, and the Relief Committee is now prepared to go ahead with the work. In accordance with the wishes of the members as voted at the meeting of February 3rd, the work will be confined to members of the American Field Service and to Frenchmen, and will be divided under four general heads---financial, distribution of old clothing, employment and hospital work. Every man who appeals for aid will be referred to a sub-committee of investigation which will find out everything possible about the man and then send him to the proper Secretary of the general committee for such assistance as he requires, with specific recommendations as to his case. Information as to Frenchmen will be obtained from the Federation of French War Veterans and from the French Y. M. C. A.
The following men will take charge of the different parts of the work:
TREASURER---John Munroe, 100 Broadway, New York City.
SECRETARIES FOR INFORMATION---Steve Galatti, 100 Broadway, N. Y. City. Telephone: Rector 6165. Noyes Reynolds, 27 West 44th St., N. Y. City. Telephone: Vanderbilt 5750. .
CLOTHING SECRETARY---L. Gordon Hamersley, 67 Wall Street, N. Y. City. Telephone: Bowling Green 2919.
EMPLOYMENT SECRETARY---W. K. Mack, 810 Broad Street, Newark, N. J. Telephone: Market 8450. 115 Elm Street, Montclair, New Jersey. Telephone: Montclair 5888.
HOSPITAL SECRETARY---Jerome Preston, Rm. 2012, 61 Broadway, N. Y. City. Telephone: Whitehall 2140.
A very earnest appeal is made to every man in the New York Branch and to such others as may be interested to send $1.00 to the Treasurer. This money will be used exclusively for the Relief Committee---to lend money in worthy cases, to buy comforts for anyone sick and in hospital, to advertise for jobs if necessary for those out of work, and pay the actual expenses of the Committee such as postage, printing, etc. Every man is also asked to send in to the Clothing Secretary all the old clothes that he does not know what else to do with. This clothing will be used to outfit such men as may need it, and every six months whatever is left over will be handed over to some worthy charity as a gift from the American Field Service Association.
If anyone knows of any jobs that are open, word of them should be sent at once to the Employment Secretary, so that he may have as large a list as possible on hand. This is the only way possible to hope that the right man may be found for a good job. The hospital work, owing to limited resources, will of necessity be limited to helping men get into proper hospitals and helping them out with some cigarettes, etc., while they are sick.
This relief work is every man's job, and it is hoped that every man will interest himself in it. That is the only way that any useful, constructive work can be done. A notice is being sent to every man in the New York Branch, but it is hoped that many others will also take an active interest in the work. It was to help those in trouble that we originally went to France, and this a wonderful opportunity to carry on the work that we gave our hearts to over there.
Plans are now under discussion to start this year an annual dinner of the Branch, which shall be in no sense of the word a Reunion, to which the public shall be admitted, and to which the most distinguished men we can choose shall be invited as speakers. Such a dinner, if the annual Reunion is to be held out of New York, would not detract from the interest in the large Reunion, but would be avowedly an activity of this Branch alone.
Since we stand for the perpetuation of loyalty to France, we feel that such a dinner, in choice of speakers, would tend to reaffirm publicly that loyalty which we hold so sacred. Such a dinner would also stimulate interest in the Field Service Fellowships in French Universities, and draw to them the attention of a larger public in New York City.
The Chairman of the Branch, Thomas S. Bosworth (Section 1) can be reached at 45 East 55th Street (The Allerton House), or at the National Bank of Commerce, 31 Nassau Street. He will be grateful to any members of the New York Branch for suggestions as to how to increase the membership, or for information as to the whereabouts of members of the other Branches who may be in New York.
The Secretary of the Branch, L. Gordon Hamersley (Vosges Detachment) has an office at 67 Wall Street (Munson Line Building). Hamersley has the mailing list of the Branch, and any additional information about New York men which may be desired.
John Monroe (Section 3), who is Treasurer of the Branch, will be glad to give information as to the whereabouts of members of the Branch to any Field Service man who may come to New York from other parts of the country, or to members of the Branch who want to know where their friends are. Munroe is to be found at John Munroe & Company, 100 Broadway (Wall Street Station of the Subway). Steve Galatti is in the same office. Both Munroe and Galatti will be glad to welcome any old Field Service men in New York,
While the New York Branch is not yet in a position to invite Field Service men from other cities to its clubhouse, it extends a cordial welcome, individually through its officers, to all members of the Service who may be in New York.
If you have not received your BULLETIN, or know of some one who has not; unless:
1. Dues have been paid.
2. You have notified the Association office of a change in address.
Do you want to see the Field Service live in these latter days? There are still members who have not paid their DUES. Perhaps you have forgotten that the continued existence of the Field Service Association depends (like all other good things of life) upon funds. Perhaps you don't know that there is a duly appointed Treasurer of the Association who will receive the DUES, send you a receipt. Perhaps you don't know that a rule has been put in force this year, that the BULLETIN (which may be your sole remaining contact with the France you used to know) WILL NOT BE SENT YOU during the coming year unless you have paid the DUES. Do you know that the annual dues are only $5.00 and that those for 1922 are due NOW?
ARCHIBALD DUDGEON, Sec'y. and Treas.
Proyart, Dec. 28th.
Well, Harvey, you pretty near lost your best friend today, alright, alright. I'm writing you from the abri under the hospital where I'm under treatment for a serious wound but the only way I can keep my mind offen my pain and the danger I'm into is to write letters, so I'm writing you, Harvey, because this may be the last letter you ever get from me.
Well they bumbed us today with that navel gun I was telling you about, and they got me, Harvey, they got me. But I ain't complaining, its lucky that I'm alive and 1 know it.
It happened this way, Harvey. We were all eating breaskfast as peaceful as porkers in the cantonment when out of a clear sky the house right across the street heaves up into the air in a cloud of smoke and begins to drop into our front yard, and lots of them bricks come clean through the roof of our salle a manger. Everybody runs out into the yard to see what happened but I knew goldurned well what had happened. They was bumbing the town and it was time to get out. "It's time to leave, ain't, it?" I says to the Chief. "Leave if you like," says he, so I run for my voycher but he just stood there. If he'd been a good chief he'd a got us all out and headed for Paris.
Just then a couple more landed and a couple more houses heaved up in the air and I couldn't get my voycher started so I eased over toward the abri where four or five other fellus was standing debating where it was an aeroplane or a long range gun. "If it's an aeroplane, says Jerry as he clumb into the abri, its anchored. They've all hit within fifty yards of the same spot, and the same spot is us."
Just then a 210 centmetre navel obus settles the argument, Harvey, by dropping right at our feet---right into the middle of the court yard!
All I seen was a voycher sailing past my ear towards the generals headquarters and the next thing I knew I was blowed headlong. I had a little luck there, Harvey, because it blowed me plum into the abri. Its lucky I hit that hole alright because it would'a just naturally flattened me out if I'da hit the hard ground. Well, when I hit the bottom of the abri Harvey I landed onto my sprained wrist and give it an awful wrench, but all I got was the laugh from the fellus that was there ahead of me, and there was a lot of them too, Harvey.
Well, I looked at the abri and durn me if they was more than two layer of brick over it so I turned around and run out. "This ain't no abri, I says "Gimme an abri, I says and the other fellus seen I was right and they come running out too. Well you ought to have seen that courtyard. They was a hole in the middle of it you could'a dropped a couple of Fords into and them voychers that hadn't been blowed into the general's backyard was decorating the roofs and walls like they was Botch war relics. The Chief was coming out from under the rear of Dusty's voycher, not six foot from the edge of the hole, and Jim and Dusty was fighting for a place under the motor. Jim had come out last as usual and a big load of brick and scrap iron had landed on his bean and he was bleeding pretty bad.
If you ever hear me complaining about the mud again, Harvey, whisper Proyart. The mud was all that saved us. I seen that when I seen the hole. The obus had sunk in twelve foot before she exploded and mud smothered it from flying sideways.
Just then I seen one of the French cooks running around the house and I says "Follow the cook, boys. You can always trust a cook a find a good abri." So we all run after the cook and first thing he did was to run us up to wall eight foot high. Them other fellus warn't wounded and they went over like rabbits, only even then they couldn't have made it only our big dog Booze had come running over with us and they stepped on him and clumb over. They was going to leave me, too, only I yelled to Bill, "Pull me up, Bill," I says, "Pull me up," and he stopped and histed me up far enough to get my elbows over and then run away and left me.
Well, I went over to the hospital, Harvey, because I'd noticed they had a pretty good abri over there, and I found the medicines and a bunch of wounded that the French soldiers had brought in, but I just set down in a corner holding unto my wounded arm and saying "Eel ne fay rien." Pretty soon a medicine comes and examines my wound, and says "Oui, eel ne fay rien," and goes on bandaging somebody else. These medicines is heartless fellus, Harvey.
Well, Harvey, in about an hour they quit bumbing the town and we all went back to the cantonment calm as if nothing had happened. By that time the French soldiers had shoveled all the bricks out of the street and picked up the dead and wounded so we set down to dinner. That shows you can't shake an American volunteer druver's nerve, Harvey. I looked at my voycher when we got back, but it was my unlucky day alright, she wasn't hurt a bit. But when I seen how close I had come to getting mine I couldn't eat very much, and just then the Chief comes up and say, "Jim is going back to Paris to recuperate, he says. "His glasses was busted and the oculists shop on the main street was hit by a humb."
Just then I happened to think these here important letters wuold get to you sooner if I was to mail them from Paris, so I says to the Chief, "Chief, I says, I'm blessied too. I guess I better go back to Paris till I feel good again. Besides I got some very important letters to mail."
"Alright," he says. I guess mebbe you had better to." So in an hour I start for Paris, Harvey. I sorta hate to leave the front, but they might want a good driver to bring out some new cars to replace them that were blowed up.
Well, here I am in Paris, Harvey,
I'll be sailing home next Saturday. A letter come into headquarters from our Chief and they tell me I don't have to go back to the front any more. I didn't see the letter, but I can pretty well calculate what was in it. The Chief most likely said "Old Art has done his share and conducted hisself like a true American. Let him go back home."
So I'll see you in about two weeks Harvey.
P. S. This afternoon I met an American aviator down in Henry's bar and he certainly made me sore, Harvey. I was telling him about some of our harrowing experiences and he says:
Hugh, I heard all about that, he says. I hear you give the best exhibition of wall-climbing ever seen in Northern France."
"Hih, I says. just because you fly over the Bois de Bolona every afternoon I suppose you think you're the only American hero in France. Don't you know, I says, they've been two American volunteer drivers killt already in this war
"Yes, he says, and there's been nearly two thousand drivers all told. Why the death rate in New York City is higher than that," he says.
I couldn't stand for any more of that kind of talk, Harvey, so I got up and left, and I don't want you to listen to it if you hear any over there. You just refer them to my letters.
New York, Feb. 14, 1922.
EDITOR FIELD SERVICE BULLETIN:
Sir---There is before the Congress of the United States at the present time legislation of such national importance that no individual or organization, no matter how strongly opposed to entering into polities, can ignore. We, the undersigned, are firmly opposed to the Bonus Bill and believe this feeling to be shared by the large majority of members of the American Field Service Association. We urge that every man inform his Senator and Congressman of his opposition to this bill, that the various Branches take similar action, and that the National Association of the American Field Service go on record at its next meeting, as a nation-wide organization of ex-service men, against any such attempt on the part of able-bodied ex-soldiers to extort ransom from the country.
JOSEPH R. GREENWOOD
W. K. MACK
A dinner was held at the Army and Navy Club, 112 West 59th St, on Friday, February 3rd. Dr. I. L. Kandel spoke on the Field Service Fellowships and Steve Galatti gave some personal impressions of the work the present holders of the Fellowships are doing and the splendid standards they have set. Lt. Oliveau spoke and a good deal of business was transacted as outlined elsewhere in the BULLETIN. Sixty men were present, which was a considerable gain over the last few dinners.
The Chicago Branch held a very successful monthly luncheon at the Morrison Hotel on Wednesday, February first. There were twenty-two men present. It is the intention of the Branch to have a luncheon at the same place on the first Wednesday of every month. At each luncheon there will be an interesting speaker. All members of the Association who happen to be in town are urged to he present.
The Field Service members around the San Francisco Bay District enjoy the regular first-Sunday-every-month meetings at the home of Dr. Gailey, sponsor of the California units, in Berkeley. The California units meet with Dr. Gailey regularly, and the affairs have become more monthly Field Service reunions on a small scale.
The Compagnie Generale Transatlantique has a line of freighters, recently put into operation, which touch at San Francisco at rare intervals. The greetings of the Far Western Branch were formally presented to the officers of the first freighter by N. H. Partridge, Jr., S. S. U. 1, Secretary of the Branch. The Branch was prepared to entertain the officers at a dinner, but this was impossible at this time and had to be postponed for the next arrival.
San Francisco is blessed with the most flourishing French quarters of any city in America other than New York City. One delightful feature of this quarter is the French Theatre, which is under the direction of M. Andre Ferrier, formerly of the Comedie Francaise. Any Field Service men in San Francisco on visit or otherwise should not lose this opportunity for real enjoyment and an interpretation of the true France. The theatre is at 1470 Washington Street---"La Gaiete Francaise," and has performances Friday and Sunday nights.
"Doc" Holmes, Ernie De Chenne and Don Searles have recently plunged into matrimony, thus further reducing the few survivors of the California Unit who still remain single.
This Branch is in the throes of a period of transition. The proprietor of the cafe, wherein the monthly lunches have been heretofore, has succumbed to that most distressing malady---frosted canal boats. The recent intensive drive against local exponents of the art of bootleg has influenced the patron to close shop and the Branch Executive Committee is now conducting some extensive research work in quest of a similar establishment, the management of which is in the hands of a man of nerve.
The condition is serious. Philadelphia, as the birthplace of our Constitution, may justly be expected to loyally support said document and the additions thereto. There seems to be an inclination, however, to carry this patriotism to extremes. The hostleries seem to be in danger of losing sight of the, fact that a certain amount of consideration should be accorded those brave souls who are still willing to fight the battle of brandy and wine even though it jeopardize their optics. We are looking for a good fellow. Until same is found the notes on the local Branch will continue to be as drab and uninteresting as the above.
The forty Field Service men in St. Louis and vicinity are to hold a meeting the latter part of February for the purpose of formally organizing a branch For any information concerning this branch, communicate with John 5. Carter, Jr., 117 North Main Street.
There will be an informal meeting at Louis' French Restaurant off Avery Street, on Thursday, March 9th. This meeting will be for the purpose of advertising the Reunion and for nominating officers for the Boston Branch for the coming year. The annual election of the New England Branch will be held during the Reunion at Plymouth. It is hoped that as many men as possible will attend this dinner, which will be held from 5:30 o'clock until 7:30 o'clock, so that you can come directly from your office, have dinner, attend to what little business there is to do, and it will not interfere with your evening plans. There is no previous charge---each man paying for his own dinner at the hotel.
Will all the men in Boston and vicinity place their machines at the disposal of the Reunion Committee to transport men from the Back Bay Station to Plymouth on the afternoon of Friday, June 9th? Please communicate with the Boston office, 50 State Street (Congress 4714). If men throughout New England, planning to drive down, will let us know of any vacant places in their machines, we will notify them of Field Service men in their vicinity.
About twenty of the Field Service men located in Pittsburgh got together at a luncheon recently. The formation of an active and enthusiastic branch is assured. The following committee are working on the organizing: Norman K. Kann, R. T. Scully, John P. Scott, under the Chairmanship of Jack H. Stauffer, Oliver Bldg., Pittsburgh. (Grant 2940).
The Indianapolis Branch has not apparently recovered from the publishing of the January Bulletin, as nothing has been heard from them since.
An enthusiastic letter from James M. Irwin, Lakewood, Ohio, makes the formation of a Cleveland Branch a certainty. Field Service men in this locality should get in touch with him.
A luncheon was held the second week in February at which officers of the Branch were elected as follows: Chairman, Muir W. Lind; Vice-Chairman, John C. Hanna; Sec'y and Treas., Charles U. Shreve.
It is planned to have another luncheon in a short time.
Reynolds, Alonzo Peck, S. S. U. 552, of San Francisco, California, and Miss Elizabeth Petrie Kirk, at Malden, Mass., September 19, 1921.
Monteagle, Kenneth, T. M. U. 397, of San Francisco, was married recently to Mrs. Estelle Houston Havens of San Francisco.
Stockwell, Roy, S. S. U. 1, of Fort Worth, Texas, and Miss Irwin Best of Dallas, Texas, October 24, 1921 at Houston, Texas.
Gross, Christian, S. S. U. 65, an American Field Service Fellow in France, 1921-22, of Chicago, and Miss Virginia Randolph Harrison, daughter of former Governor Francis Burton Harrison of the Philippines, now in Spain. They will be married at Algeciras, Spain.
Dock, George, Jr., S. S. U. 2, of St. Louis, Mo., and Miss Mildred Sloan, also of St. Louis.
To Mr. and Mrs. Richard Betts English (S. S. U. 29) of Washington, D. C., a son, Richard Betts English, Junior, December 24, 1921.
To Mr. and Mrs. Donald S. Pitkin (R. M.), of Brookline, Mass., a son, Donald S. Pitkin, Junior, January, 1922.
To Mr. and Mrs. James Henry Lewis (S. S. U. 16) of Boston, Massachusetts, a son, Dean Bailey Lewis, February 18, 1922.
Sloman, Frank, S. S. U. 70, of Oakland, California, an aviator at the Naval Air Station at Pensacola, Florida, killed when his airplane went into a nose dive at an altitude of 1,000 feet and crashed off Fort Barrancas Wharf, January 3, 1922.
Joseph R. Greenwood, S. S. U. 8, 15 and Vosges Detachment, and Archibald Dudgeon, S. S. U. 14, have opened offices as manufacturers' Sales Agents at 1834 Broadway, where they offer to all members of the Field Service a "bonjour cordial" and one of the finest views of Central Park to be obtained in New York.
Carl Randau, S. S. U. 14, 10, is with the Polish Information Bureau, at 40 West 40th Street.
A Section 8 dinner was held in Paris on December 9th, 1921, at which were present Bill Bailey, Jacobs, Lumsden, J. Hanscom, Sam Rogers, Palache and Sullivan. Our Paris scout reports that a toast to Austin B. Mason proposed by Lumsden was greeted with much enthusiasm and cheers. Anderson, Emerson Low, Paul Cadman and Jerry Pohlman, all S. S. U. 8, were in Paris, but unable to attend. The next dinner will be in March.
Jackson Pressley, T. M. U. 133, has left the employ of the Southern Sierra's Power Co. in Riverside, California, to aid in developing Radio for the Air Service at the Signal Corps Radio Research Laboratories, Camp Vail, Little Silver, N. J.
Victor White, S. S. U. 1, whose painting of Ambulance work in the early days will be remembered by every man who has visited the Boston office, has recently had exhibited at John Wanamaker's, New York, a series of eleven panels representing gardens and fountains of the great French Chateaux.
Weber G. deVore, S. S. U. 32, is working on plans to secure funds to establish a Field Service Fellowship in memory of Barry Holbrook, S. S. U. 32. He would like to have any man interested communicate with him at the City Club, New York.
Vincent Rich and J. A. W. Clark, S. S. U. 15, sailed from New York December 13, as able seamen on the freighter "Bird City," bound for South American ports. The following is quoted from a card written by Rich from Rio de Janeiro:
"Rio is a Plaster of Paris-Garden of Eden. Sautes is France. Climate perfect . . . . People cosmopolitan . . . . polite. . No ladies at large."
Luther R. Bailey, S. S. U. 15, who has been in Rio for a year and a half, was held up some time ago by a one-eyed bandit and robbed of his gun. He is at present the owner of a mahogany forest which he is planning to develop.
The secretary of the Association has been informed that the New York Branch of the Alliance Francaise would be pleased to receive applications for membership in the Alliance Francaise from members of the American Field Service Association.
The International Students' Tours, under the auspices of the Institute of International Education, is offering trips to France this coming Summer for the purposes of study. Further information about these tours will shortly be available upon application to Archibald Dudgeon, Secretary of the Association.
Miss Austin, the well-remembered "Sister Anne" of Rue Raynouard days, (now Mrs. E. Stanley Atkinson), is located in Kisaran-Asahan, Sumatra, Dutch East Indies. While her husband is working in the interests of the U. S. Rubber Company, she is busying herself with welfare work among the native babies. She would be very pleased to hear from her former Field Service friends. Address as above.
Checks for the History should be made payable to Houghton, Mifflin Company, Park Street, Boston, and the volumes will be sent post paid directly from the publisher.
Checks for the Memorial Volume should be made payable to the American Field Service, and the volume will be mailed post paid from the Field Service office, 50 State Street. Boston.