Napoleon once said that the phrase-makers did a country more harm than armies. During the war, the immense effect of slogans and catch phrases-like "Business as Usual," in England; "On les Aura," in France, and a host of others, had an immense effect in steadying the morale of the civilian population, and encouraging the soldiers. The Germans and the pro-Germans in this country have always been able to sway a certain amount of sympathy, and excuses, for their cause, by telling us that not all Germans were bad Germans, and that German music was the most beautiful in the world, etc.

France has come out of the Disarmament Conference at Washington with a heavy load of criticism and suspicion.. Whose fault it may be, and what are the causes of it, are none of our affair in the judgment of the future. But it is a duty of every Field Service man who carried a wounded Frenchman in his Ford to remember that that poilu and himself were, before Heaven, brothers in a Cause. If France needs his help today, he will give her his help as unselfishly as he did when she was in desperate need of it.

A group of men in New York have started the talking of Fair Play for France. By telling your friends what you believe the real France is, by praising her on every occasion you may have to do it, by talking about France among your friends, you can be of inestimable service to that France you knew in War.

Your papers are full of pictures of Germany and the Germans, they print every day articles about how splendidly Germany has recovered from the War, how the Germans are working, and you have the spectacle of the Mayor of New York conferring the Freedom of the City upon a Boche musician.

Trade is being resumed with the enemy, and with the goods "made in Germany" come very subtle suggestions, and insinuations. But what about France? Beat the Germans at their own game by talking about France, tell your friends about France, and ask them to do likewise with their friends.

The Field Service is still, potentially, in existence, still in the "Service aux Armées" of France!

More than seven years have elapsed since a certain chill January day when ten little grey painted, canvas bodied ambulances, with a grey Ford touring car, rolled out of the muddy yard and through the iron gates of the Lycée Pasteur in Neuilly,---bound for Flanders! It was the nucleus of what was destined to become Section One, the first of many sections that were later to build what we now look back upon and tenderly recall as "the old Field Service."

Seven long years have passed since the men of Section One experienced the unheard of and awe-inspiring miracle of the first long range bombardment of Dunkerque. Seven years have passed since the little Fords of Section Two began running through the shell torn villages around Pont-à-Mousson. Seven years have passed since the men of Section Three first made friends with the Chasseurs Alpins in the epic mountains and romantic villages of Alsace.

Four teeming years of War, and three leaden years of peace have come and gone since then.

Section after Section launched upon the same adventure, went through similar days of restless anticipation, followed by months that grew into years filled with adventure, gruelling service, intermittently tense excitement alternating with weeks of boredom, but all illumined by rare comradeship and unforgettable glimpses of the glory of war torn France.

We may have been prompted by varying motives to go to France, curiosity, the lure of adventure, the chance to help, hatred of the Boches, the appeal of a great cause,---but we came back with one great dominant sentiment, which was destined to sway our feelings and opinions for the rest of our lives,---the sentiment of respect and affection for France.

Those who have had the good fortune to return in the intervening years to the places we used to know, tell us that the traces of war's havoc are rapidly disappearing. The trenches and mine holes have been levelled, the wire and the dumps and the debris have been cleared away. The years have wrought great changes in the outward aspect of the France that we knew, although everywhere one still encounters evidence of the unthinkable losses and of the prodigious burden under which France still struggles on.

We, who have plodded along at home, realize also that even with us, the inward aspect of our war memories is also changing. As those great days recede from us, their details have become obliterated. Time is gradually smoothing them out, as it is the trenches and the mine holes on the Chemin des Dames and Mort Homme. Yet with us, too, there remains at every turn evidence of the impression left by those years, which nothing can ever efface, of our comradeship with the people of France, of our understanding of their point of view, of our belief in the fundamental soundness of their purposes. The leaders of some of our allies may malign her, our own press may misconstrue her motives, but nothing will alter our confidence in France. No matter what Lloyd George, or Lord Lee, or American editors who have never seen France or talked with a Frenchman, may say, we know that the French people are not militaristic, imperialistic, chauvinistic, or anything else that is aggressive. We know why the French people insist on protecting themselves, for if they do not do so, no one else will. We know why they expect those who so ruthlessly ravaged their country to pay some small proportion of the bills. We know because we witnessed the damage that was done.

And so we of the Field Service, as the years go by, are still, in our own small way, trying to help France, though not on French soil, but here at home. We are trying to combat the ignorance and misrepresentation with which France still has to contend,---unfortunately even in the land of her best and closest friends.

If among your kindred and neighbors there are those who argue against French policies of today, ask them to read the well documented article entitled, "France in the Dock," by Stephane Lauzanne, in the May number of the North American Review (Lauzanne is Dr. Gros' brother-in-law) ; or ask them to read the letter, "France to America," by Etienne Grosclaude, in the New York Times for April 23d

(Grosclaude spoke at a Field Service dinner in Rue Raynouard on Thanksgiving night, 1916).

Neither one of these distinguished Frenchmen, of course, even alludes to the indifferent treatment which the delegation of France received at the Washington Conference from the date of its assembling until its close. Some of you have read something of this in the frank and understanding articles of Frank Simonds (he, too, spoke at Rue Raynouard on the night in February, 1917, before Section Twelve left for the front). But there is more that might be told.

Such are the munitions we should load on our trucks and carry to the front in 1922, even as did the camioneurs in 19171

A. PIATT ANDREW.

By very good luck a few days ago I came in contact with the "American Field Service Association." Some "Bulletins" were kindly sent to me. I read them with intense interest; some articles I read with deep emotion. Thank God! the heart of America is still beating in communion with the heart of France. In spite of painful misunderstandings, in spite of politics and politicians, in spite of mean (German) propaganda, the two great Republics will remain sisters in Peace as they have been sisters in War---the doughboy and le poilu, in spite of the "wide pond" (as the boys used to call the ocean), will still have one heart, one soul. Their ideal will remain the same. American blood has been shed on French soil, mostly in the Argonne, St. Mihiel, Chateau Thierry, Bois de Belleau, le Catelet---thousands of soldier boys are sleeping in France their last sleep. This is a great page of history written with the blood of our boys; we cannot let a cloud tarnish such glory; we cannot let a cloud tarnish friendship between France and America---it would be a crime, an insult to our dead, an insult to all those who have served and fought with such wonderful gallantry on French soil for liberty and civilization. Yes, misunderstandings have arisen. They were almost inevitable; you are young, we are old; you are full of life, we are exhausted by those terrible years of the most frightful of wars; we do not speak the same language---the politics of Europe, slow and complicated, cannot be easily understood by America, yet I have entire confidence in the feeling of our two countries equally dear to my heart; friendship will remain deep rooted between France and America. During the Washington Conference and since the Conference, France has been charged of militarism and imperialism in such a way that Mr. René Viviani and Admiral de Bon have taken the defense of their country, not by glittering generalities, but, the inescapable logic of facts are the weapons they have used. France has been invaded twice within the memory of living men and in so short a time French people cannot forget their burnt factories, their ruins, their sufferings, their invalids, their dead; France does not keep an army to attack; she keeps it only as a guarantee, and for the execution of treaties which for her are not scraps of paper.

Tous ceux qui ont vécu en France avant ou pendant la guerre, tous ceux qui ont connu l'âme du paysan Français, la véritable âme Française, savent combien il est injuste d'accuser la France de militarisme: le paysan Français n'a qu'un amour au coeur, l'amour de la terre. Et c'est pour cela que le "Poilu" a été un si merveilleux soldat et c'est pour cela qu'il a pu vivre pendant des mois et des années cette effroyable et décourageante vie des tranchées :---il était là immobile, silencieux, dans la boue, dans le froid, sous la pluie, sous la neige, sous les obus, l'oeil fixé comme un chien de garde, défendant son lopin de terre, son village, sa vieille maison héritage de ses ancêtres, la vie de ses petits, disant au boche; "Tu ne passeras pas." Vous tous qui l'avez connu le paysan Français, le poilu, dites à tous et bien haut, que son âme et son coeur ne sont pas militaires:---vous avez vu sa joie au lendemain de l'armistice, avec quel enthousiasme il a quitté la vieille capote bleu horizon, et de quel bleu était-elle?---et avec quelle pieuse émotion il est retourné à son village, ou, souvent, à ce qui avait été son village, et où, souvent aussi, il ne restait pas pierre sur pierre de sa maison. And the soil! I do not think any one who has not seen it, who has not felt it on the ground itself can have an idea of what it was; not a shelter, not a tree, no means of communication of any kind, not even a soil that could be cultivated, everything upheaved, pounded, ruined, and yet after the Armistice, men, women, children, rushed back to their village or to the place where the village had been, to the place where their fathers and grandfathers had lived for centuries. It was hard to start life again in those ruins, it was also dangerous: to live there it was necessary to cultivate and before cultivating it was necessary to remove projectiles, to uproot wires, to fill in shellholes, to level the ground; even after all that danger remained. A soldier, who had been my orderly during the war, had lost one eye as a result of a wound received at the beginning of the war while serving in the Infantry and he thought he was lucky to have lost only that one eye. After the Armistice he returned to his devastated village (Betheny) near Reims, he returned there with his wife and five young children. He found the place where his house had been, not the house, not even the stones. Betheny like Reims had been bombarded during four years. With very little money and no help, he succeeded, after a great deal of work, in leveling the place where the old family house had once been. He erected a small hut, had a few rabbits, a few hens, he began to plough around the hut, life and happiness were coming back, when one day, last spring, his plough hit a nonexploded shell, his right leg was torn to pieces, his left leg was very badly injured; he was taken to the hospital and his right leg was amputated. While he was in the hospital his wife had taken the plough, she knew the same thing could happen to her, but the crop had to be saved for the children. I went to see this little family last summer while I was in France. The courage, the spirit of those people is wonderful; when that man saw me arrive he held his arms towards me, he could not walk. I knew tears were rolling on my face; he laughed and said: "Madame Clauzel, il ne faut pas pleurer, j'aurais pu être tué et je m'en suis tiré en ne perdant qu'une jambe."

Encore un souvenir, le dernier que je vais évoquer: last winter, while in America, I received a letter from the clergyman of Aspach-le-Bas, Haut Rhin, telling me the dreadful conditions of his village entirely destroyed; 480 had come back to the place, they were living under ground, in holes, no warm clothing, and it was in winter. This place had been forgotten by French and American countries, the needs were great, the sufferings dreadful. This letter was appealing. I sent it to one of my American friends, Dr. T. C. Merrill, from Washington, D. C., who was working at that time in Paris with the American Red Cross; an inquest was made, what the letter said was true. Aspach-le-Bas had received no help, had been entirely forgotten. I presume no one had thought that human beings could live in such a place. A few days after the inquest was made, four wagons loaded with the most needed and useful things were sent to Aspach-le-Bas by the American Red Cross; it was heaven falling on earth. Last summer I visited also that place, it is located in a lovely part of the Montagnes des Vosges. The ruins are more impressive when surrounded by such wonderful scenery. I arrived there one Sunday of August, it was a lovely summer day,---it was really "Sunny France" (and we all know France is not always Sunny France) : well that Sunday afternoon was gorgeous and as we were motoring from ruins to ruins, I was wondering how the sun had courage enough to shine on so much desolation---may be it was out of charity; the sun was trying to give heat and cheer. As my car approached Aspach-le-Bas the driver had to stop, the whole population was in the road waiting for me---500 people, the clergyman and the mayor with the American flag and the French flag, behind them 120 children and the whole population. As soon as my car stopped they all shouted: "Long live America!" They were giving me thus their gratitude to take back to America. There also, little by little, on the ruins some huts were erected and there also life and happiness were trying to come back when just before last Christmas a fire destroyed some of the best huts, the most important ones---the church, the school, the town hall---and as the people had very little money, the huts were not insured. But there also courage remains in spite of the hard work and the sufferings. This is part of a long letter I received last week from the clergyman of Aspach-le-Bas. He is an old man and he is in charge of seven other villages besides Aspach.

" . . . . Mes pauvres enfants, en effet, m'ont fait bien pitié quand j'ai appris que par les derniers grands froids ils gémissaient de douleur dans leurs baraques durant des nuits entières. je n'ai moi-même pas à me vanter d'avoir été insensible au froid, j'y ai gagné une indisposition dont je n'arrive pas à me débarrasser. J'espère toutefois que le Printemps venu, les bobos d'hiver fondront comme la neige au soleil!"

The France you have known, the France you have loved, the France you dream about, is still and will always remain the same old France; the "Paradise for men;" whenever you go back "over there," old French hearts will greet you with the same old welcome, and some one will sing for you: "La Madelon pour vous n'est pas severe . . . ...

JANE CLAUZEL, Army Head Nurse.

Mr. Andrew writes from Washington to the editor of the BULLETIN, as follows:

"A prophet is not without honor save in his own country, and so is the BULLETIN. I sent the March number, which like everything else that emanates from the Field Service, was redolent with the feeling we all have for France, to Ambassador Jusserand, with a brief note expressing the hope that it might run the gauntlet of his secretaries, and reach his friendly eye, before being consigned to the waste basket. And a few days later came back this reply:

"'Far from throwing it in the waste basket, I am sending the BULLETIN of the American Field Service to my Government, in order to show them that, if many in this country have of late,---but not for ever, I hope,---turned against France, some have not.

"'I am sure they will be mighty pleased at seeing the expressions of warm friendship with which the BULLETIN is aglow.

"'What a splendid opening article! And the Galatti one, and all of them ! The poilu on the cover is too much abruti to my taste; he will never reach Plymouth in time.

"'Believe me, my dear Mr. Representative,

Most sincerely yours,

JUSSERAND."'

Kazan, Russia, Feb. 10th,

I have been in Russia since the first of October and even though I have passed through some days that would make France look tame I can't say that one day has really dragged. So far I have only met one old Field Service man and that is J. Rives Childs of Lynchburg, Virginia. Childs, I believe, was a member of the ambulance back in the days of '16.

At the present time I am stationed at Kazan, the capital of the Tartar republic. We are today feeding over 350,000 kids, have over 2500 kitchens in operation where these kids are fed from and before this letter reaches you we will be feeding besides this more than a million adults. Conditions are beyond description. I never conceived of humanity dropping to such a stage for any cause as I have seen it here. It has reached the stage now of where it is nothing more than a cold business proposition of feeding some while others are doomed to die. There is absolutely no hope for them. America will in a month be feeding over six million starving while there are at least ten million more in want, and out of this ten million, five million in dire need, which means starvation unless other aid from other sources comes, which seems very doubtful. In my estimation America has done one of the greatest humanitarian acts that was ever done by any other nation. While other nations have stood back and demanded promises of this and that for debts contracted years before, etc., America came forward without one demand and started in to saving. Russia will never forget this act and she can never forget how other nations stood back and saw her thousands perish. Just to see the manner in which we are received everywhere by the childish peasants would repay one for all the sacrifices that one runs over here and all of the dangers that one meets, such as typhus which is raging with all of its fury at the present and taking away thousands daily. Each day we have thousands of little kids that are brought here from the cantons for deportation to Siberia or other places where there is more food. Upon investigation from each kid you will find that he wandered into some town and was there taken into some home and then brought here to Kazan. His family had been wiped out by starvation or typhus and he was the sole remains. Villages after villages are today to be found vacant, the peasants having evacuated them months before fleeing from starvation only to find death at some other point a few miles distant.

Only yesterday there was brought to Kazan under guard a man who had eaten his four children. Something impossible to believe when you are back in America where want is never ever known. Yet upon investigation this man had gone for months and months without food and was simply forced to a state of cannibalism from weakness of mind caused by lack of food with the final result that he started in to killing his own children and eating his own flesh. We have had a great many reports of such cases like this of late and before many more weeks I am sure that it will reach startling figures.

It seems to me incredible that Russia through a matter of circumstances should be going through with such a calamity while only a few miles away are nations that are so plentifully supplied. Here one is being forced to eat of his own flesh while only a few hours away are these other nations that are feasting and yet not giving one mite for the aid of their supposed brother. However, such seems to be the world today after the great fight of democracy that we have just passed through with.

I have gone through an awful Winter. In fact, I never knew how really cold it could get, and how cold a person could stand weather, until I came here and was forced to do so. Since last November the ground has been covered with several feet of snow and the thermometer has been hovering around 25 to 40 below zero most of the time. However, after a certain time one does not mind the cold himself if it were not for the poor little kids that one sees everywhere with absolutely nothing to protect them. One sees thousands of them sitting around on the streets with nothing more on them than a piece of calico dress or some old coat that the wind has made a hundred holes in. Such sights as this, of course, would make anyone feel out of spirits when you are going around wrapped up with a. heavy fur coat from head to foot. The Spring will soon be here and with the, Spring will certainly come new hope that they waited so long for from other nations during the long, cold Winter that has just passed. Perhaps from circumstances the next Winter will not be so bad for them and that the Lord will bless them with a bountiful crop this year and that their flocks of sheep that have almost been depleted will share them wool for coats. If there is again a failure in crops this year in the Volga, then I am afraid that by the following Spring there will be no one left to tell of what they had gone through with.

JOHN H. BOYD,
American Relief Admn., 67 Eaton Square, London, S. W. I.

Verdun, France, March 3, 1922.

I visited Chateau Muizon a few days ago and found the Chateau as it was when we left it in June, 1917. A new roof has been put on recently but the interior is bare as it was, and most of the windows are missing. The old railroad between the Chateau and the Vesle River is now the main line between Reims and Paris. The numerous villages in front of Muizon are being rebuilt. Chef of S. S. U. 1 Woodworth's grave at Challons sur Vesle is evidently kept up by the French villagers. It is plainly marked, surrounded by a small enclosure and fresh flowers had been placed on it; also some were growing on it.

I could find no trace of Norton's grave in the little cemetery (outside the main one) where we buried Norton at Ludes. However, many graves had been exhumed. The little gate-keeper's house where Norton was killed remains unchanged. It is not occupied or used for anything and I counted over thirty holes in it made by the bomb which killed Norton.

Chateau Roma is occupied. Sillery is so rebuilt that I couldn't locate the old post de secours. The post de secours along the canal by the bridge at Esperance Farm, near Prunay, was visited. A new concrete bridge takes the place of the old one. The abris have disappeared and the field is under cultivation. I found my initials in a tree on the canal bank just as I carved them July 14, 1917.

Verdun is being rebuilt, as is Rheims. A few very fine stone buildings have sprung up and nearly all the destroyed houses have been replaced or repaired, the new stones contrasting with the old.

IN FRONT OF VERDUN EVERYTHING IS JUST AS WE LEFT IT EXCEPT THAT THE ARTILLERY IS REMOVED AND THE ABRIS ARE FALLING IN. At Fleury there are two cemeteries filled with dead gathered on the field after the war. One French, the other German. About all the German bodies have been removed either by German government or friends and relatives.

At Chambouillat a narrow-gauge railroad line crosses, cutting off the now unused road to Carrier Sud post de secours. I found Carrier Sud abri falling in, otherwise the same and extreme desolation marks everything. Not only the battlefield itself, but the road is littered with remnants of warfare, unexploded shells, helmets, bayonets, etc.---apparently nothing but the artillery has been removed. The dead have been removed from the little burial ground at Carrier Sud (in front of Fort Douaumont).

To add realism: a few shells actually exploded near Carrier Sud as I left it. I had gotten in a piece of ground used for artillery practice and the target was Carrier Sud mound---so I made my visit brief, taking a few photographs and entering the underground cavern before I knew that it was a target for "75" shells, even today!

Very sincerely,

JOSEPH PATTERSON.

P. S. Carrier Haudraumont is as we left it and is in the sight-seeing circuit for tourists.

A very interesting proposition concerning summer courses of study and travel in France has been received at the Association office.

Eight French Universities have extended an invitation to American students and teachers to attend the Summer Session of 1922, for which special courses and tutorial classes have been organized. Assignments to the various Universities will be made according to the choice of the applicants until the quotas of the various University groups are filled. Each University group will be under the direct supervision of an American professor of Romance languages, who will be known as the American Educational Director of that University. The following educational centers will offer special summer courses and organize special tutorial classes for American teachers, students and their friends. Université de Besançon, Université de Dijon, Université de Grenoble, Université de Nancy, Université de Paris, Université de Poitiers, Université de Strasbourg, Université de Toulouse.

Sailings are scheduled for the latter part of June, although special arrangements will be made for those able to sail at an earlier date.

As the French authorities are anxious to keep the fare as low as possible, and to offer the opportunity to American teachers and students to receive the full advantage of the rates of exchange, the price has been divided in two parts:

1. $255.00 in American money, to cover the trans-Atlantic voyage, and the United States war tax.

2. 4395 francs in French money.

Full information concerning these courses can be obtained from the organizers Comité Des Voyages D'Etudes en France, 281 Fifth Avenue, New York.

The American Legion is planning another expedition to France and Belgium for the coming summer. The plan under consideration is to charter the President Roosevelt on its maiden voyage from New York on July 25th, and to return by September 3d. The trip will, in addition to formal entertainments in Paris, Brussels, and elsewhere, allow two weeks for special trips according to the individual tastes of the Legion members composing the party. This looks like a good chance to visit some of the old estaminets.

There will be noted on the inside of the cover a change in the officers of the Central Association, a change which really took place some months ago but was not made formal until the Association was finally incorporated.

When it became necessary last fall for Dallas McGrew to resign as Treasurer, a mail ballot of the directors resulted, in accordance with the recommendations of Austin B. Mason, President, in the election of Archibald Dudgeon as Treasurer, and James H, Lewis as Secretary to take Mr. Dudgeon's place.

Both Dudgeon and Lewis at once assumed the duties of their respective offices, but were not formally notified of their election until a few weeks ago when the Association finally became incorporated.

Due to lack of interest shown in the Contest announced in the last two numbers of the Bulletin, the Committee has decided to continue it for one more number. Any material submitted before June 10th will be accepted. The rules covering the contest are as follows:

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 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.

The prizes consist of two complete sets of four volumes each of the Field Service History (three volumes of "History" and the "Memorial Volume"), one for the best piece of poetry and one for the best prose article submitted to us.

THAT was the best war you ever fought. (Tiens, tiens!) Nothing else you ever do will quite come up to the unique existence as American volunteer automobilist with the French Armies---on terms of fraternity with the French officers and men alike---an active military life minus many of the petty tyrannies of the soldier's career (voyons!).

If you are now roulant le cafard avec vous---PLYMOUTH is going to provide sunshine and copains.

(Bien) You produce the esprit, and this Grand Reunion will take us all back to those days of dusty roads perfumed with benzol---to shady estaminets, or to warm I evenings in the echoing streets of some French town.

Make this your PERMISSION. Plan for it now. NE DOUBLEZ PAS! TENEZ VOTRE DROIT!

Ecrire: Reunion Committee, (Chez IRIS).

Friday and Saturday nights and Sunday, June 9th, 10th and 11th, the Mayflower Inn at Plymouth has been chartered for the exclusive use of Field Service men---for a stag party without interference from anyone. Arrangements have been made for the men who come to Boston by train from south and west to be taken in automobiles contributed by local members of the Field Service directly from the Back Bay Station to Plymouth, and the voitures will be waiting at the station from 2 P. M. until after the Knickerbocker arrives from New York. Dinner at the hotel, Friday night, will be held late so that the last arrivals will be in time for it.

Friday night, of course, will be devoted largely to meeting old copains and getting together, plus a BIG SHOW. Saturday there are tennis courts and golf course, historic sights of Plymouth, and a shore line good enough for any beach comber, where sections en repos can play scrub baseball or swim or cool their heads; in fact, in that warm, pleasant June weather it should be as convivial as any South Sea Island. The business meeting will be before (good reason why) the Section luncheons and the BANQUET will be on Saturday night. Sunday an especial Time is planned---See the Sea for nothing!

As regards expense: the cost of the Reunion itself will be twenty dollars ($20.) per head inclusive of everything except, unfortunately, the Bon Pinard, which will have to be produced by the individuals who come themselves. But it pays for Friday night's dinner, three meals on Saturday, including section luncheon and the banquet, Sunday breakfast, and the lodging for the two nights. The Big Party on Sunday won't cost anything. The Committee is considering making two prices, one ($20.) for those arriving at Plymouth before dinner, and one ($17.) for those who join Saturday. It's going to be the whale of a party at small expense.

Someone who has time to look up the derivation and general history of the word "fellow" in the academic sense will probably be able to hurl some damaging criticism at this article. But whatever the encyclopedia may say about the term, it cannot limit the larger meaning of the very word---a meaning so simple that it rarely needs definition. Yet there are at least some variations in application that are astonishing. To be a "Fellow of a Royal Society of Something-or-other" say geography or history, is a kind of awe inspiring status; a title for the princes of science and discovery. To be a "fellow" in the university sense means to many at least, to be the recipient of a generous endowment for travel and study---both of which terms are sublimely vague---for one may travel to Montmarte in Paris to study anatomy or one may travel to Egypt to study the dwellings of the Ptolomies long since buried under heaps of civilizations. Again there are surely not a few who picture university "fellows" as tall sallow youths with large bone spectacles, vast spaces of forehead, and an obviously present golden key which is the trade mark of the scholar. Then there are "Old Fellows" of the "Weggy and Wobby" variety, from which may the saints spare us and shall we dismiss them with no further comment, and there's the "fella" of a certain well known touch-phrase which runs something like this: "Could you give a fella a dime who aint et for two days" and you know the variations; and there are the "Hey fellers" which our good friend Briggs has immortalized, which never fail to touch a warm spot in the heart of every being who was ever a boy. Then there are "fellow-citizens, country-men, class-mates, sufferers, and prisoners---all of which terms are deadly weapons in the hands of the politician, the class orator, the hen-pecked husband, and the professional jail-breaker.

Let's be concerned for a little with the meaning of the word in the deeper, yes even in the spiritual sense, from which point of view it carries a message to every man who feels himself a member of the human family. The past is very real! Even when we have wearied of hearing eulogies and of re-union speeches which re-embellish and expand tiny incidents into momentous events---we still feel a joy in our past which is ours for all time and which is more likely to glow than to fade. Peel off all the outer garments of your own experience in those glorious ambulance days---cast aside your love of adventure, your craving for excitement, your wanting-to-be-in-it, your pride in the pride of your loved-ones, all of which we can admit; and underneath it all there is the naked truth of the reason why you came and why you served. Granted that you may never have analysed it, perhaps never even thought of it---it was there. Don't let's try to name it, but admit that it is the basis of the loyal affection which we today hold for France and which we will hold at all odds through all the course of our lives. We may or may not have known that racially we are very different from the French; we may or may not have realized the great contrasts between the ancient civilization of Old France and the modern civilization of New America---but we felt the solid strength of the old ties that have bound us for more than a century and we sensed that at heart we were both very near to each other and we knew that France had much to give and much to tell if we would listen and receive. That was then! ! ! !

Today, save for a very chosen few, France is a memory. Yet today, in the face of the stupid blunders of diplomacy and the blatant materialism that for the moment drowns out the music of real ideals, the very name France touches the very heart's core. That is fellowship.

A long time ago a famous man said that faith without work is dead. Faith is a manifestation of fellowship. The American Legion would probably not survive a dozen years if it were not that it is tremendously busy. No veterans' association can live and grow and endure unless it has something more to do than "swap yarns" about the past. All honor to the reunions which are memory's lovefeasts---there is many a man on this side who would give his last red to get to the next one---but when the toast is drunk and the song is sung there is work of pressing urgence to accomplish.

And now, for the first time in this talk, I want to get personal. I have been for twenty months, an American Field Service Fellow in France. I know nearly all of the Fellows here. I have been on close terms with the university and academic authorities here---and I want to say to you all that there is no means of rapproachment more thorough or more lasting than the academic means. Military missions make a great display, political missions are extremely hazardous, business missions are subject to the depressions which accompany the financial chaos of the times---but the student is outside all of this. He touches France at the point of greatest vantage; he feels in the history and philosophy of Her literature, Her art, and Her life, the beauty and strength of her nobility.

As an organization we have undertaken to establish a permanent Fellowship for every man of our number who died in the service. We have chosen the surest way to make their service live. This work is not a project only---it is a fact. Last year we had thirty men in France---who were the first of a great number who will one day form a sure auxiliary arm of our Service. Unless I am mistaken there are in America ninety-nine Rhodes scholars each year. These men represent the best in our American colleges. They carry to England the best of our traditions and they bring back the best that England has to offer. We are to have more than two hundred and fifty men in the Universities of France every year, and there is not the slightest doubt but that these men will bring a steady message of our true "fellowship" to France and that they will carry back to America a great store of rich learning and experience that France has to give to us.

Don't think that we have come over here on a joy ride. There is not one of you who would not be heartily glad to see old Panam again. The Boulevards and the Churches and the Opera, yes, even the Dome and the Rotonde give a great call. All these things have been good to see and hear again---but we have come to work and there has been a great deal accomplished. The academic life of France, almost a closed shop before the war, is opening up its treasures to us and we shall have scarce time to taste them. We are surely greatly privileged. I keep thinking that perhaps ninety percent of you would give his last sou for our chance. I know I speak for all when I say that we are grateful. But this work is only begun. It will take millions of dollars to make it a finished reality. How's your faith ! How's your imagination! How's your fellowship for France! Let's take a long look into the future and get a vision of this great task and then let's be at it.

And one word more. France needs us desperately. She needs us perhaps more today than She ever has before. We, the American Field Service, can make Her understood, can interpret Her, can appreciate Her as can no other organization in America. This is our task and our task is our life, for unless we work we will surely die.

PAUL CADMAN.

Un être jeune, dont l'âme commence à frémir aux tièdes caresses de la volupté, et dont le coeur s'éveille au troublant mystère des relations entre êtres humains, sent inconsciemment que désormais toutes sortes de forces obscures vont entrer en lutte contre lui, que sans cesse il va falloir, tantôt, le maîtriser, ou prendre garde de ne pas faire souffrir un autre être, tantôt attaquer pour conquérir son bonheur. Ainsi l'éveil de l'amour chez l'adolescent lui pose, vraiment, pour la première fois, le problème moral, dans toute la tragique puissance. L'impubère, en effet, n'agit guère puisqu'il est presque incapable de détruire on de créer le bonheur d'un autre ---et qu'inversement, un autre est, d'ordinaire, impuissant à troubler son propre bonheur. Sans doute, notre vie d'enfant à été ordonné par quelques règles simple et strictes: "tu ne dois pas mentir, tu ne dois pas battre un camarade plus faible," etc. Mais ces règles sont simplement des ordres de détail, données sous une forme absolue et sans explication, elles ne sont donc pas des règles morales parce que la morale ne donne jamais, précisément, des ordres de détails absolus: il n'y a point de commandement: "tu ne dois pas mentir," car nous savons tous qu'il est bien de mentir dans beaucoup de cas.

Toute morale suppose quelque chose d'autrement profond que la docilité. Elle suppose une conception de nous-même, et du reste du monde. Elle nous pose donc deux problèmes: (1) que devons nous faire pour l'unité et l'harmonie de notre propre âme; (2) que devons nous faire pour l'harmonie et le progrès du monde. Ainsi tout problème moral a deux faces: la face individualiste, la face sociale. Or, dans le problème de l'amour ces deux faces s'opposent, se contredisent et se combattent.

En effet, si nous considérons le point de vue purement social, l'amour est la force qui pousse au mariage: ce dernier, étant la base de la société actuelle, doit être stable; il faut donc aimer une seule fois, et toute sa vie.

D'autre part, si nous considérons le point de vue purement individualiste nous, voyons en fait que l'amour vient toujours en nous à sa fantaisie, et nous quitte, aussi fort souvent à sa fantaisie. Si l'élan d'un amour nouveau et sincère nous développe, l'effort pour entretenir un amour qui s'éteint, pour jouer un rôle d'amoureux, nous amoindrit au contraire et nous révolte. Etre emprisonné dans. son foyer avec un amour mort, alors que l'on est encore jeune et qu'on veut encore aspirer à la vie à pleins poumons, et à plein coeur est une des choses les plus tragiques de la vie journalière.

Et nous touchons, ici, un des drames les plus fondamentaux, les plus fréquents du monde. Si nous avons le courage de voir les faits en face, et les regard assez clair pour les bien comprendre, nous découvrons une multitude de résignations. muettes et de misères secrètes. Que de couples ont débuté dans le mariage par un élan magnifique de bonheur ébloui, et ont sombré dans le morne ennui où l'union n'est plus faite que d'un étrange mélange, d'habitude, de communauté d'intérêt matériels, de respect du devoir social, et d'inertie!

Aussi, pour tout homme qui possède, vraiment, une vie intérieure, lorsqu'avec la puberté le problème moral se présente à ses yeux, dans sa force et dans sa gravité, trois routes lui sont offertes. Puis qu'il semble y avoir contradiction entre les tendances de l'individu et les besoins de la société, il peut faire triompher l'individu, et rester célibataire---ou bien il peut courber le front devant le Dieu Social et se marier sans amour, ou se résigner à trois mois de l'amour dans un mariage qui durera toute la vie.

Mais aucune de ces deux solutions ne peut être la vraie: la conscience individuelle et la société sont deux phénomènes si fondamentaux de la vie, deux aspects si importants de la vérité, que toute méthode qui consiste à étouffer l'une ou l'autre est nécessairement fausse, et en tous cas, extrême, destructive, à laquelle il ne faut se résigner qu' après avoir essayé, de toute sa sincérité la troisième solution: la conciliation des deux courants, individuel et social.

A ce point de vue, la question se résoud à celle-ci: n'y a-t-il pas moyen d'atteindre, en amour, la stabilité et la durée, de façon à en faire la base du mariage? Et naturellement, cela vous amène à considérer quelle est la cause de cette instabilité.

L'amour ne peut s'expliquer ni par le sens de la beauté, ni par l'instinct sexuel, parce qu'il y a dans l'amour un sentiment d'exclusivisme, alors que l'instinct sexuel nous attire vers toutes les jolies femmes---et que le sens de la beauté tend à nous faire aimer toutes les belles choses: mon attrait pour les peintres impressionnistes n'est nullement un obstacle à une passion pour Lionard de Vincy. Il est d'ailleurs fort clair que l'amour n'est point le résultat d'une analyse psychologique de l'objet aimé: on aime d'abord, on essaie de justifier, ensuite.

Apparemment, l'amour, l'attraction que le soleil exerce sur la terre---que la lumière exerce sur la papillon---que tout groupe humain exerce sur un homme longtemps contraint à la solitude, sont des forces de même nature.

En dehors de nos qualités et de nos défauts, au delà des choses que nous pourrons voir ou toucher, il y a tout un monde de forces invisibles. En parlant symboliquement, on peut dire que chaque être humain a au dessus de sa tête un centre d'énergie, d'électricité spécifique, capable de traverser et de dominer certains autres êtres. Nous avons tous connu, surtout dans l'armée, des hommes, sans beauté, ni morale, ni physique, et qui pourtant avaient un attrait magnétique; cela tient à ce système de forces mystérieuses que nous sentons tous au dessus de nous, et qui fait le monde lourd sur nos épaules, qui nous attire vers certains êtres sans que nous comprenions pourquoi, qui nous empêche d'aller vers certains autres alors que nous leur reconnaissons, théoriquement, toutes le qualités qui devraient faire les gens aimables!

Mais pour une âme, vivante et cultivée, qui vent voir clair en elle même, organiser son unité intérieur sur un idéal, sur quelque chose qu'elle comprend, C'est une chose à la fois troublante et révoltante de savoir que pour une chose aussi centrale dans la vie, que l'amour, on est mené par des puissances invisibles, et qu'on ignore. Aussi, trouvons-nous chez les êtres d'élite un effort pour rationaliser l'amour. Au début, il y a entre les deux êtres une période de sincérité, d'élan, de joie simple. Ils sont pris par le courant des forces obscures. L'électricité s'accumule entre eux deux. Ou plutôt ils aient de la matière première de la glaise, hors de laquelle, chacun va plus tard tâcher de modeler une statue suivant son idéal propre. Car, bien vite, l'individu veut reprendre possession de lui-même, il veut imposer la frappe de sa personnalité à un amour qu'il a d'abord subi. Il y a mille formes, mille qualités d'amour différentes; et chaque être veut imposer à l'autre le type d'amour qu'il comprend le mieux, qui correspond le plus parfaitement à ses aspirations, à sa race morale, à l'élégance de son âme. Or, c'est à ce point précis qu'est le tournant dangereux: le pont difficile à franchir. Ceux qui le franchiront, c'est-à-dire qui travailleront à élaborer un même idéal. sont sauvés : ils auront atteint la stabilité. Mais hélas! pour beaucoup commence, alors, au contraire, une seconde période, profondément tragique; chacun des deux tâche de faire une statue différente avec la même glaise, et chacun tache d'attirer la glaise à lui. Et alors l'amour devient un combat: au lieu de sincérité, on se fait une attitude, au lieu d'élan, on a de la méfiance, au lieu d'indulgence, on a de la jalousie, au lieu de désintéressement, on a de l'égoïsme.

Et dans cette âpre lutte pour attirer vers soi la matière première de l'amour, cette matière première fond "comme la cire au souffle d'un brasier" et les deux êtres, les mains vides, haletants, désespérés restent sans amour, face à face, sans avoir compris ce qui s'est passé.

Ainsi la cause profonde de l'instabilité de la plupart des amours est la divergence entre l'idéal que chacun des deux êtres poursuit obscurément. Or cet idéal n'est pas toujours celui que nous croyons avoir, dont nous parlons: c'est la synthèse de toutes les forces tumultueuses que composent notre moi, dans son unité fluide, et l'opposent au reste de l'univers. Mais si notre idéal véritable, celui qui est dans nos muscles et dans nos nerfs, est le produit complexe de notre vie entière avec tout son passé et ses influences ancestrales il est donc imprévisible: il ne pourra se révéler que lorsqu'il entrera en action, lorsqu'il commencera, en fait, à modeler la statue, et naturellement il ne pourra le faire que lorsqu'il aura l'argile nécessaire. En d'autres termes, nous ne pouvons comprendre notre idéal qu'à travers cet élan involontaire et mystérieux qui attire les êtres l'un vers l'autre.

En résumé l'institution sociale du mariage doit tendre à la stabilité. Si l'on ne veut pas immoler l'individu au Dieu social, en broyant son âme, il faut baser le mariage sur l'amour; il faut donc donner aux individus les moyens d'atteindre la stabilité psychologique, or nous voyons qu'en fait, dans l'évolution d'un amour il y a un passage infiniment critique, un pont fort dangereux où se brisent la plupart des amours.

Si le problème est posé en ces termes, la solution morale que nous cherchons paraît claire: il faut laisser aux jeunes gens leur liberté sentimentale.* Sans doute chaque échec sera une souffrance; mais une souffrance autrement moins grave que celle d'un homme rivé à un foyer que l'amour a déserté.

Puisqu'il faut traverser un pont difficile à franchir, donnons aux jeunes toutes les chances de réussites; songeons qu'il est fort rare de réussir du premier coup; et surtout ne laissons point d'injustifiables préjugés nous rendre aveugles aux grands problèmes de la vie dans leur simplicité et dans leur gravité.

Pierre Lepaulle.

*A ce point de vue, l'Amérique a conçu l'éducation de la jeunesse avec beaucoup plus de psychologie que la France n'a jamais su le faire.

There will be another five o'clock gathering on May 26th at Louis' Café, for the men of the New England Branch. The arrangements will be the same as carried out at our previous gathering with the exception that there will be a small orchestra present, and also some lively entertainment will be furnished. Louis' Café is situated in back of the Tremont Theatre on an alley way leading from Avery Street. This is the last dinner before the Reunion and will be well worth while attending. Each man will pay for his own dinner at the café, this being the only charge.

M. Gaston Liébert, the French Consul General, was the guest of the New York Branch at its April dinner, which was held at the Army and Navy Club, West 59th Street, April 12. About 85 men turned up, the largest attendance which the Branch has yet had at one of its dinners.

The Resolution which was passed at the Reunion last year, pledging all the members of the Field Service to the Service of France, in all ways compatible with their American citizenship, was read, and the men of the New York Branch reminded that now and today is a time when France needs our help. We of the Field Service, who knew France more intimately and more fraternally than did any other unit of the A. E. F. know the truth about France, and in the spirit of that old service to her, it is our duty to counteract the anti-French reports and rumors which we hear every day, by praising France, and by telling our friends what we know to be the truth about her.

A telegram of felicitation was read from Marshall Joffre in California.

The New York Branch has solved the question of how to increase its membership, and sends the suggestion to the other Branches with the hope that the fruit of its own experience may be of value elsewhere.

We have found that the interest of the members of the Branch in a reunion, or a dinner, is primarily in the Sections. Men were chosen last winter, one from each Section, who could be counted upon to get in touch with all the other members of their individual sections, notify them of approaching dinners, and check up the mailing list. While each member of the Branch is interested in the Association as a whole, he feels a keener interest in meeting the men he knew best in France, than he does in eating dinner, once in two months, with men whom he knows only by sight. We have found that if each dinner is avowedly a united group of Section dinners, more men turn up, and they have a better time, than if the notices of the dinner arrive on a post card, and no further interest in the man's appearance is indicated from the other members of the Branch.

There is to be a Joint Smoker and Meeting of

1. The S. S. U. Post of the Legion
2. The French Universities Post
3. The N. Y. Branch of the Field Service
4. The Norton-Harjes Association
5. The Veterans Français de la Grande Guerre

at the Automobile Club of America, 247 W. 54th Street, New York, Monday, May 22, 1922, at eight o'clock. William B. Dugan, State Commander of the Legion, M. Liebert. the French Consul, and M. Champenois will speak. The meeting is to be pro-French, and will be the first time that such a meeting has been held. The initiative comes from Thomas S. Bosworth, as Commander of the S. S. U. Post, and he looks for good results from it---a club house jointly, for one thing, and a better understanding with the French Veterans.

At a meeting of the members of the Pittsburgh Branch, held on Tuesday, April 11, 1922, Jack Stauffer, S. S. U. 12, was elected Chairman, and Thomas L. Orr, S. S. U. 12, Treasurer.

It has been found rather difficult to manage noon-day luncheons due to the fact that so many men have a limited time for luncheon, so it has been decided to have a small smoker some time this month at the Chatham Hotel, at which time there will be a regular get-together meeting. Most of the men in this district have expressed their willingness to do anything in their power to help make the Branch a success.

Mr. Stauffer, in behalf of this Branch, wishes to extend to all A. F. S. men an invitation to make whatever use they care to of the Pittsburgh Branch when in Pittsburgh.

It is expected from present indications that there will be a good representation from the Pittsburgh Branch at the Reunion in June.

The members of this Branch had their first meeting Saturday noon, April 1st, at the Hotel Winton. Eighteen men were present, all interested and enthusiastic to make the Branch a success. Frank H. Boyd was elected Chairman, and George W. Scribner, Jr., Secretary and Treasurer. It was decided that a business meeting should be held once a month at noon on the first Saturday of each month. An Entertainment Committee was appointed to arrange for stag parties, dinners, etc., once a month.

To celebrate the visit to this country of Marshal Joffre, the Far Western Branch held a reunion dinner April 1, in San Francisco. Though the Marshal himself was not present, being then in Victoria, B. C., a telegram was received from him bearing "cordial greetings and best wishes."

The guests of honor at the dinner were André Ferrier, head of the French Theatre in San Francisco, and Prof. René Michaud and Dr. Charles Mills Gayley of the University of California.

Dr. Gayley urged Field Service men to be active in opposing influences designed to injure the relations between this country and France. He announced that four men will go to France from California this year with Field Service fellowships. The four are Lloyd P. Bradley, J. G. C. Le Clercq, Arthur P. Coe and Launcelot Gowen.

A clipping from the New York Herald, Paris edition, tells of a dinner of the Field Service Fellows in Paris on March 8th. Due to the efforts of Paul Cadman, the Paris group has been well organized and has been holding a regular series of dinners throughout the year.

"Mr. Philip Giddens, of Georgia Institute of Technology, presided as toastmaster at the dinner of the American Field Service Fellows at the Cabaret Furet, Paris, on Wednesday. The principal oration was delivered by Mr. Charles W. McClumpha, Fellow in International Law, on "The Differences Between the Common and the Civil Law." Dr. Horatio S. Krans, associate-director of the American University Union, spoke at length regarding the American Field Service Fellowships as a means of Franco-American rapprochement. Mr. Paul Cadman urged the necessity for closer union among the American Field Service Fellows and energetic action against anti-French propaganda in the United States. Among those present were Mr. Forrest H. Murray, Dr. Percival Bailey, Mr. Merritt Y. Hughes, Mr. R. G. Harris, Mr. Walter Gores, Mr. Stephen H. Freeman, Dr. Oran Raber, Mr. W. B. Champlin, Mr. Paul E. Cadman, Mr. Glenn R. Morrow, Dr. Horatio S. Krans, Mr. Perry Patton, Mr. John M. Smith, Mr. John L. Costa and Mr. G. R. Cutler.

Brown, Frederick W., S. S. U. 66, Research Associate in Psychology, State University of Iowa, of Willard, Ohio, and Miss Irene Bremner of Osage, Iowa.

Henderson, Alexander Iselin, Cdt. Adjt., S. S. U. 3-13-15, of New York, and Miss Priscilla A. Bartlett of New York. Wedding will take place early in June.

Lillie, Walter Hamilton, S. S. U. 10-4, of 329 Beacon St., Boston, and Miss Marjorie Rothwell Edwards of Newton, Mass., Thursday, June 8th. Honeymoon in Bermuda.

Woods, Ezra FL, S. S. U. 8, of Brockville, Canada, and Miss Ethel Blackwood of New York City.

Giroux, Archibald Raphael, T. M. U. 526, of Somerville, Mass., and Miss Audrey MacDougall of Flushing, Long Island, April 17, 1922.

Bigelow, Donald Fairchild, T. M. U. 133, United States Vice-Consul to Bucharest, Rumania, and Miss Honor Morrissey of St. Paul, Minn. The wedding took place in London.

To Mr. and Mrs. William Francis Corry (S. S. U. 13) of Montpelier, Vermont, a daughter, Margaret Halstead, February 13, 1922.

To Mr. and Mrs. Leland Burke Prior (T. M. U. 526) of Cleveland, Ohio, a son, Robert Skinner, April 20, 1922.

To Mr. and Mrs. Dominic W. Rich (S. S. U. 15) of St. George, S. I., a son, William Alexander, May 2, 1922.

Stevenson, William Yorke, Cdt. Adjt., S. S. U. 1, of Philadelphia, Pa., died of pneumonia in Philadelphia, April 2, 1922.

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Many of the members have probably read in L'Illustration or other illustrated papers of the Arc de Triomphe which is to be constructed on the road from Bar le Duc to Verdun to commemorate Voie Sacrée. On the walls of this arc are to be inscribed all the names of the formations which passed along this road in the course of the great battle of 1916. Mr. Andrew has been in correspondence with Captain Aujay and with Commandant Sainctivit, who is the present head of the Automobile Service in the French Ministry of War, with the idea that the names of the old Field Service sections, whose cars passed up and down this road on numberless days and nights of that historic year, shall be inscribed upon this arc along with the names of the French divisions with which these sections served.

Miss Rau, whose warm-hearted interest in the Field Service, no one who lived in the annex rue Lékain will ever forget, is touring this country in the interest of a French firm, named Stevens, that deals in fine laces, in New York, Washington and Boston. Quite a number of men whose first impressions of France were gained while living in the quarters of rue Lékain under Miss Rau's direction, have enjoyed seeing her and enjoyed recalling with her memories of those days.

Hal Woods, S. S. U. 8, has been awarded a Fellowship to Oxford, England, for the year. He graduates from Auburn Theological Seminary this June and will sail for England about the first of October.

The body of Newberry Holbrook, S. S. U. 32, was returned to this country and buried at Woodlawn Cemetery, New York, on April 8, 1922. The services were conducted by the Rev. Ernest M. Stires.

Henry G. Crosby, S. S. U. 71 and 29, sailed for Paris on "La Touraine" April 22, 1922. He will be connected with the firm of Morgan, Harjes Company for a year.

Way Spaulding, S. S. U. 71 and 29, sailed for Paris also on "La Touraine" April 22, 1922. He will spend two months traveling.

Word has been received at Harvard that Richard D. Sias, T. M. U. 133, of Corona, California, a second-year student at the Harvard school of landscape architecture, has been awarded the first prize of $100 in a competition for students of landscape architecture held in Chicago under the auspices of the Woman's National Farm and Garden Association. Sias was also the winner of the annual trophy cup competition held by the Harvard school of landscape architecture in January.

Just to gratify a "boyhood ambition," Roswell Miller, T. M. U. 526, who married Margaret Carnegie, daughter of Andrew Carnegie, has spurned an offer to join the Bethlehem Steel Company and banking house of J. P. Morgan, and will become an instructor in engineering at New York University.

Interior Scene at Mayflower Inn

The sentiment of the Field Service is apparently not unanimous on the subject of "Adjusted Compensation." In the last number of the BULLETIN appeared a letter signed by Galatti, Greenwood, Dudgeon, and others, urging Field Service men to write to their Congressmen in protest against any such measure, but on March 23d (whether as a result of this appeal or not, we cannot say) our own representative in Congress, Colonel Andrew, made an extended speech on the floor of the House in advocacy of this measure. This speech has been reprinted in pamphlet form; and we have no doubt that Colonel Andrew will be glad to send a copy to any Field Service man who is interested. Colonel Andrew has taken an active part in the contest for the so-called "bonus," both in the House and in the public press. One of his articles in answer to Secretary Mellon, which appeared in the Legion Weekly for March 17th, and which was broadcasted by radio from Chicago at about that time, has probably been read by many Field Service men.

The insignia for the above medal is now available and can be obtained at Meyer's Shops, 1331 F Street N. W., Washington, D. C. The firm of Cartier, Inc., Fifth Avenue and 52nd Street, New York, has informed us that the medal is ready and that the delivery of the first consignment from their Paris house is expected; also that the price will be $2.00 each.