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Checks for the History should be made payable to Houghton, Muffin Company, Park Street, Boston, and the volumes will be sent post paid directly from the publisher.
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The selection of Plymouth as the scene of this latest triumph was not particularly occasioned, we understand, by its historical associations and we can truthfully say that there was nothing of the Puritan Father in the welcome that awaited the travel-stained Reunioners there. In fact, Captain Rice, who walked all the way to be present, was heard to remark that the atmosphere was truly homelike.
From the moment of descent from the Knickerbocker at Back Bay to the close of festivities on Sunday, there was heard nothing but praise for the Boston Branch and its handling of the affair. The Reunion Committee, headed by Mayo A. Darling, is particularly to be congratulated. The representation from other parts of the country was naturally not tremendous owing to the expense and difficulty of making the trip, but some 200 were present and fellows who came from as far as Indianapolis, Detroit, and even Los Angeles, were unanimous in declaring it very much worth while. To those who had been present at the other Reunions a great many new faces were visible, which was in itself justification for holding a reunion outside of New York.
Large numbers of automobiles, contributed by members of the Boston Branch, were on hand Friday afternoon to take the arrivals down to Plymouth and dinner was delayed until 8 P. M. to allow everyone to be on time. The Mayflower Inn presented a most friendly and hospitable appearance as your travel-weary reporter drew up at the door. It was good to see the old faces and to talk the old language again; to hear the old expressions and to----well all the rest of it.
After dinner an entertainment of movies and boxing was provided at a place called, appropriately enough, the Casino, which was discovered after driving a few times around the Cape. Thanks for this entertainment is due S. L. Whipple, Jr. (Sect. 184), and his father, who kindly provided not only the Casino, but the entertainment. This being pleasantly terminated, a few of the fellows turned in and went to sleep.
Next morning was devoted to the business meeting as outlined elsewhere in the Bulletin. The famous Y-D band arrived at noon and played throughout lunch. after which it marched down to the beach where baseball and other aquatic sports were indulged in. Several of the men, led by Beverley Rantoul, appeared in special costumes, which had been hastily procured at Plymouth for the occasion. Less hardy individuals drove out to the Golf Links, and the greens were dotted with fivesomes and sixsomes striving to get around with one or two sets of clubs and occasionally driving with putters or endeavoring to sink the ball with niblick and brassie.
The outstanding feature of the Reunion was, in our estimation the speech of Lieutenant Guy Envin, who was the guest of honor of the Association, at the banquet Saturday night. Lieutenant Envin was blinded during the war and yet in spite of his handicap is at present doing graduate work at Harvard. His talk---amusing, witty, pointed,---was a poignant reminder of the spirit and courage that is France,---today as was four years ago. "Doc" Andrew spoke briefly, and Roger Griswold, the new first Vice-President of the Central Association, made an efficient toastmaster.
Sunday saw more golf and finally the departure in a rain storm that brought back memories of other rides along storm-swept roads. And so back to work. The illusion ends but happily the memory survives.
The newly elected Vice-President of the Field Service Association, Roger Griswold, presided at the banquet, and when after prolonged effort a certain measure of quiet had been established, Griswold read telegrams from groups of Field Service men in as far scattered places as Paris and San Francisco. He then introduced Monsieur Guy Envin, a blind French soldier who has been studying this past year in the Harvard Law School. Monsieur Envin lost both his eyes in a battle in Champagne in March, 1915, but since then has proceeded courageously with his studies and taken in France a baccalaureate degree as well as a doctor's degree in the Faculté de Droit. He appeared in his French uniform, wearing the medals of the Legion of Honor, the Medaille Militaire, and the Croix de Guerre, and received a great ovation as he was lifted upon the table and delivered an entertaining and much applauded address in French. Monsieur Envin spoke as follows:
Mes Chers Camarades:---
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction. . . . On m'a prié de vous parler en Anglais et me voici devant vous et je vous parle en Français.
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction. . . . Jai l'honneur et le plaisir de m'adresser à vous, à des camarades qui sont partis comme volontaires vers mon pays pour défendre l'idéal le plus noble, le plus généreux et le plus désintéressé. Pendant des années vous avez fait plus que votre devoir. A chaque minute vous avez risqué votre vie pour ramasser sur les champs de bataille les soldats blessés, les défenseurs de la Liberté. Et précisément, aujourd'hui, contradiction sublime, nous voici face à face, vous qui m'avez sauvé et moi qui fus sauvé par vous. Les sauveteurs et le sauvé . . . .
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction Je suis arrivé ici vendredi par une chaleur terrible, épuisé, sans forces et sans respiration. Et aujourd'hui samedi, je suis obligé de mettre mon pardessus et de boire un peu de whiskey pour me réchauffer.
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction Je connaissais à Boston, une dame, une Christian Scientist. Elle m'avait expliqué tous les mystères de cette religion, le "mortal mind" et le "divin mind." Elle m'avait démontré que si j'étais aveugle, c'était parce que tous les hommes le pensaient et le voulaient ainsi. D'un autre côté, elle suivait tous les jours, pendant deux heures un traitement électrique pour devenir mince, élégante et gracieuse et plaire à son mari.
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction Nous sommes dans un pays sec, un pays de prohibition. Et il y a un policeman à la porte qui regarde avec des yeux anxieux et il y a à la fenêtre un autre policeman qui sent avec un nez inquisiteur si tous observez les lois du pays.
Ah! l'Amérique est un pays de contradiction. Lorsque je suis arrivé ici, au mois de Septembre dernier, je pensais que je venais dans un pays sec et je supposais qu'on n'y buvait que de l'eau. Je disais un adieu touchant et attendri, un long adieu à la France, à la gaîté et au bon vin, en buvant un verre de Bénédictine. L'expérience m'appris, plus tard, que dans un pays sec, on boit beaucoup d'autres choses . . . .
Lorsque je suis descendu pour montrer mes papiers, le fonctionnaire de l'émigration m'a dit: "C'est parfait, Monsieur, vos papiers sont en règle. Mais vous ne pouvez pas descendre. Vous êtes aveugle et la loi vous interdit de descendre."
L'Amérique est un pays de contradiction Il n'y avait rien à faire. "Alors, Monsieur," demandai-je, "combien de temps vais-je rester ici?"
Oh! un jour, mon garçon. . . .
"All right!" Je restai sur le navire Dimanche, Lundi, Mardi, Mercredi. Je trouvais que c'était joliment long un jour américain.
Le mercredi matin, un fonctionnaire me pria de le suivre pour faire un petit tour vers une petite Île, et, une heure après je me trouvai dans le petite île, dans Ellis Island. Je passai devant le tribunal. Un juge me posa de nombreuses questions au sujet de ma santé, de mon pantalon, de mes chaussettes, de mon argent et de mon coeur. Je répondis de mon mieux. J'attendais la décision du jury, lorsque j e rencontrai un bon, un brave Américain. C'était un marchand de cigares. Il m'offrit un cigare, mais il ne le mit pas dans ma main, mais directement dans la bouche, et pour m'aider, il me dit en excellent anglais: "Bite it off and spit it out.". And, so I did: J'ai mordu et j'ai craché.
C'est une middle-aged American lady qui m'a retiré d'Ellis Island. Oh! mes aventures avec les middle-aged American ladies! . . . Mais je ne veux pas vous importuner davantage et je vous dirai ces aventures une autre fois. (Great protestation in the public.)
Eh! bien, puisque vous le voulez, et puisque l'Amérique est un pays de contradiction, je vais vous raconter une aventure et vous parler vingt minutes parcequ'on m'a prié de vous parler pendant dix minutes. Contradiction.
Un jour j'ai reçu dans mon courrier une lettre, et je vais me permettre de vous la lire:
"Quoique je sois une étrangère pour vous je me permets de vous écrire, car j'ai été très heureuse et très contente de voir dans les journaux que vous étiez aveugle . Je possède en effet un très fort pouvoir guérisseur. J'ai soigné avec succès ma mère pendant plus de vingt ans. Les résultats ont été merveilleux. Malheureusement elle est morte il y a environ huit jours. Si vous croyez en votre guérison, vous guérirez. Croyez au ciel, au paradis, aux anges et aux saints. Je vous en prie, laissez-moi venir et essayez.
"P. S.-Vous n'aurez rien à payer, car je n'ai jamais essayé de commercialiser mon pouvoir.
"P. S.---N'ayez par peur. Je suis a middle-aged American lady." C'était signé: "Violette."
Vous comprenez, je ne pouvais résister à une telle tentation et à un nom si fleuri et si parfumé.
Aussi, le lendemain cette fleur vivante arriva. C'était une petite dame nerveuse qui se frottait les mains avec vivacité et qui parlait aussi d'un ton très nerveux. "Je suis très contente mon ami, me dit-elle, que vous m'ayez demandé de venir. J'espère que nous allons faire du bon travail. Allons à l'ouvrage! . . . . " Je m'assis dans un fauteuil; elle me mit l'extrémité de ses doigts sur les yeux, comme ceci . . . . "Je vois, me dit-ette, cet oeil manque de nourriture. L'esprit qui me parle met dit de mettre un blanc d'oeuf ou de la crème fouettée pour le nourrir."
Après trois quarts d'heure, je lui dis: "Savez-vous, Madame Violette, que mon oeil droit est complètement parti . . . . "
"Oh! dit-elle, alors ce n'est pas la peine, et elle retira sa main droite."
La séance avait duré assez longtemps et il fallait nous séparer. Elle revint le lendemain, et tout de suite je lui demandai:
"Madame Violette, à mon tour, je voudrais savoir quel est l'effet du traitement . . . . sur vous." . . . .
"Oh! Monsieur, me dit'elle, c'est extraordinaire, j'ai des frémissements électriques dans le bout des doigts."
"Et encore, Madame?"
"Et j'ai chaud, mon ami, terriblement chaud. Je transpire. Tenez, donnez-moi votre main. Sentez. Je transpire."
Et c'était vrai. Madame Violette suait à crever.
Au bout de quelques jours, elle m'avoua qu'elle se trouvait impuissante, que son healing power avait surtout des effets sur les membres, qu'elle soignait particulièrement les bras, les jambes. Malheureusement pour moi et pour elle tous mes membres étaient intacts et je fus bien triste qu'elle n'obtint pas avec moi le même succès qu'elle avait obtenu avec sa pauvre mère qui était morte il y a huit jours.
Je reçus une lettre d'elle que je vais vous lire:
"Monsieur et Cher Ami,"
"Je ne puis plus venir vous voir et continuer un traitement si bien commencé. Mon mari a appris que je venais vous voir. Les hommes sont tous les mêmes, des égoistes et des misérables. Je suis sûre qu'avec vous, j'aurais obtenu le même succès qu'avec ma mère. Les anges et les saints ne vous abandonneront pas. Je prierai pour vous. Je voudrais tant que vous voyez un petit rayon de soleil.
L'Amérique, c'est le pays de la contradiction, mais c'est aussi le pays de la générosité et de l'enthousiasme. La plus grand preuve que j'en ai, c'est d'être au milieu de vous. Il y a en France quatre mille soldats aveugles pour qui les beautés de la Nature, les forêts vertes, les soleils dorés, la mer immense, les hautes montagnes ne sont plus qu'un souvenir bientôt effacé. Mais ils furent courageux devant la vie, comme ils le furent devant la mort. Et maintenant il y a à travers toute la France quatre mille soldats aveugles qui chantent. Car Dieu a mis dans le coeur de tout Français la joie et sur les lèvres de tout Français une chanson.
Comme les anciens Romains qui après la victoire retournaient à la charrue, ils sont retournés vers leurs villages. Ils comprennent comme vous, Messieurs, la beauté du sacrifice et la leçon de la douleur. Le malheur est le creuset où se forgent les grands caractères.
En leur nom et au mien, je vous salue. Je salue cette terre d'Amérique, noble, ardente, généreuse et libre, et vous, qui, en nous sauvant, au milieu de la bataille, avez permis qu'il y ait encore un peu de bonheur pour ceux qui ont les yeux fermés comme les miens.
Following Monsieur Envin, Colonel Andrew was called on, and read the following telegram from Ambassador Jusserand:
Washington, D. C.
Hearty congratulations to the dear Field Service men. I wish I were with you, and could be cheered by the happy songs, Madelon and the rest. But I must remain in my sector and mope far from you. A l'année prochaine.
(The Plymouth telegraph operator signed the telegram: A. L. Anna Prochaine Jusser (and).
Colonel Andrew spoke in part as follows:
Fellows and Comrades: Times change, and the scene changes. We change. The laws change. But the gatherings of the old Field Service are fortunately much the same yesterday, today, and forever. It does not much matter where we meet, for we always bring with us some of the spirit of that land of the free and home of the brave where we spent so many happy and stirring days together. We learned in France the glorious principle of Systeme D, that God helps those who help themselves, and we still find it possible to enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I must say that I find it a little difficult to connect the carefree life of the Field Service with the stern and austere Pilgrim fathers on whose rugged coast we are reunited. Some one has said that they first fell on their knees, and then fell on the aborigines; but we have not done either of these things. You perhaps remember Mr. Choate's story of the Pilgrim fathers. He said that we were always hearing about the hardships and sufferings of the Pilgrim fathers, but that for his part he had always entertained a great sympathy for the Pilgrim mothers, as they had not only to endure the same hardships as the fathers, but they had also to endure the Pilgrim fathers. Some of us may take pride in being descended from the Pilgrims, but in any case we are happy that we have descended so far and that they are so distant from us in time and place.
More than seven years have elapsed since the Field Service came into being. Seven years ago, in the month of June, 1915, there were already three Field Service sections serving with the French Divisions, one upon the coast near Nieuport, and Ypres, another not far from the middle of the French front, in the region about Pont-a-Mousson from which the American Army, more than two years later was destined to make its start in the offensive which resulted in the capture of St. Mihiel; and the third at the other end of the line, in that picturesque and romantic corner of Alsace which France had regained a few months before. Two years later in the month of June of 1917, this little Service had grown and multiplied until it included more than thirty ambulance sections working with the French troops in France and in the Balkans, and a dozen camion sections carrying munitions and troops to the French Army in the region of the Chemin des Dames. There were two thousand Americans on the French front in the American Field Service, although not a single official American formation had yet reached that front,
Who can ever forget the first impressions of the Army Zone? The first sight of the barbed wire entanglements running through the fields not very far from Paris? The first sound the distant rumble of the guns? And who can forget his first trip to a poste, and his first visit with some friendly poilu to the front line trenches? Our men had all had this experience long before even General Pershing himself. Only recently I heard the story, from a source which seems not unauthentic, of the General's first visit to the front lines in the summer of 1917. It was in the British sector, and General Haig was his guide. They met in the second line trenches, and General Haig in a rough whisper said, "We are now in the second line trenches." According to the story, General Pershing replied, also in a whisper, "So these are the second line trenches." A little farther on General Haig again whispered, "Now we are passing into the communication trench," and Pershing again acknowledged the information in a whisper, "So this is the communication trench?" They walked on for a time through the familiar zig-zagging ditches, until they reached a transverse trench, when Haig turned again and whispered, "Now we are in the first line trenches." General Pershing once again in a whisper inquired, "How far are the Germans from here?" Haig whispered back, "About two miles." General Pershing then inquired, still in a whisper, "Why do you not speak aloud?" To which Haig replied, "Because I have a very bad cold," But long before this episode more than two thousand Americans of the Field Service had exhausted the novelty of life in the front lines.
It is often said of men in my present position that we are inclined to face both ways, and a man in public life who faces both ways is justifiably subject to criticism. I do believe, however, that the Field Service ought to face both ways. If we only look back we are apt to suffer the fate of the lady in the Bible who looked back once too often and turned into a pillar of salt,---dead, dry, and useless. The Field Service ought rather to be a pillar of cloud by day, and a pillar of flame by night that may lead us on to new heights of achievement. This can only be if we look forward as well as backward. The ways in which we can look forward are now clearly indicated. There are this year thirty young Americans who have gone to France to study, and who bear the name of Field Service Fellows. The coming year, because of restricted funds, there will not be more than twenty such Fellows, but if we all do our part, as the years go by, funds can be provided for a vastly greater number of Field Service Fellowships for study in France, which will be not only memorials for our comrades who died in the war, but which will be abiding centers of Franco-American friendship. Long after we are dust and ashes, if we do our part today, other youths will draw inspiration from the examples of those comrades of ours who gave everything for their country, and whose memory we cherish, and other American youths, like us, will go to France and live among her people and bring back fresh inspiration from her centers of thought, and promote better understanding between the two peoples.
A very easy way has been suggested to endow such Fellowships. Almost every member of the Field Service, when the so-called bonus legislation now before Congress has been adopted, will receive a certificate which after the lapse of twenty years will yield between fifteen hundred and two thousand dollars. If the men of the different units, or from particular universities, or from particular parts of the country, will unite in transferring the financial benefits of these certificates to the Fellowship organization, a group of twenty men, say from Dartmouth, or Harvard, or Leland Stanford, or Princeton, can in this way endow forever a Fellowship in memory of one of their comrades. My suggestion is that this plan should be taken up at once, even before the measure has been enacted into law, and agreements should be obtained from the men of different units or sections to contribute their compensation certificates for the endowment of Fellowships in memory of particular men with whom they served during the war.
But there is another way in which we can make our Field Service experience of immediate influence and value. France, despite the fact that she has just passed through the most terrible war in all the world's history, despite the fact that seven of her richest departments are in ruins, despite the fact that her treasury is on the verge of bankruptcy, despite the fact that she lost 1,400,000 dead, and another million of her youth are seriously disabled, France, is today by many Americans, and by much of the American press, criticised as militaristic, chauvinistic, and aggressively imperialistic in her aims. This is not the time or the place to enter into any defense of France. I followed the discussion of the Conference in Washington very closely, and am strongly of the opinion that France was justified for everything that she asked, and for every resistance that she offered to any proposals that were submitted to her. It is not necessary to argue this with you who know so well the spirit of the French people and the situation in which France finds herself, but the very fact of your knowledge gives you an opportunity to correct these misunderstandings among those with whom you live and among those with whom you come in contact.
This, in a word, is my ideal for the Field Service, that it should not be merely an agency for keeping alive memories and dreams, nor primarily an occasion for bacchanalian revels, but that it should become a vital and enduring force in our country, and an ever strengthening bond between our country and her Latin sister on the other side of the sea.
The Third Annual Business Meeting of the American Field Service Association was held at the Mayflower Inn, Plymouth, Massachusetts, on Saturday, June 10, 1922, at eleven o'clock a. m. About fifty members attended, including the President, Secretary and Messrs. Andrew, Sleeper, Galatti, Bigelow and Greenwood, of the Board of Directors.
Mr. Austin B. Mason, President, called the meeting to order. The Minutes of the last Annual Meeting were read and approved.
The President and Secretary gave their reports, and the Secretary read the report of the Treasurer, Archibald Dudgeon, for the year 1921-1922.
Mayo A. Darling, Secretary of the New England Branch, gave a report of the activities of that Branch.
The report of the Constitution Revision Committee was read by Mr. Joseph R. Greenwood, Chairman of that Committee. The proposal made at the previous Annual Meeting that sons of active members be made, when of age, eligible for active membership, was approved by the Committee and adopted by the Meeting. The Committee decided adversely upon the proposal made at the previous meeting to admit to associate membership the men who served in the American Red Cross. The decision of the Committee in this particular was approved by the Meeting, the report as a whole being approved. In regard to the proposal that the fiscal year be changed to end December instead of June, a motion was made and adopted that the Constitution be so amended as suggested by the Constitution Revision Committee.
Thomas Bosworth, Chairman of the New York Branch, read a report concerning the activities of that Branch, and also a report of their Relief Committee.
Stephen Galatti, Chairman of the Nominating Committee, read the list of nominations for officers President, Paul Cadman; Vice-President, Roger Griswold; Secretary, James H. Lewis; Treasurer, John Munroe. These men, as nominated, were unanimously elected.
Motions were made and passed that a vote of thanks be given to Austin B. Mason, the retiring President, for his services during the past year. A similar vote of thanks was made and passed for Mr. John B. Whitten, Archibald Dudgeon and Dallas D. L. McGrew.
William DeFord Bigelow called attention of the Meeting to the unfortunate plight of Roswell Sanders, S. S. U. 4, who is incapacitated and yet is unable to secure aid from either the United States Government, the French Government or from the British Government, under which he served. A motion was made and adopted that a committee be appointed to assess the individual members of the Association at least $1.00 for the support of Roswell Sanders.
Discussion arose as to the danger of the Association becoming a one-town organization, due to the necessity of certain of the officers being near the central office. A motion was finally passed that the Constitution be revised, that Section 4, paragraph A of the Constitution be revised to read:
"The officers of the Association shall be President, First Vice-President, Second Vice-President and Third Vice-President . . . . . ."
A motion was passed that Mr. Roger Griswold, the already elected Vice-President, be considered the First Vice-President. Philip C. Lewis of Indianapolis and C. E. Fraser Clark of Detroit were elected Second and Third Vice-Presidents respectively.
For the proper handling of the Association checking account, a motion was passed that the power of signing checks be withdrawn from the retiring Treasurer, Archibald Dudgeon, and that for the ensuing year checks should be signed by the new Treasurer, John Munroe, and in his absence, by the continuing Secretary, James H. Lewis.
The meeting adjourned at 12.30 p. m.
Salut, douleur nouvelle, étrangère voilée,
La douleur éternelle a des filles nombreuses,
One of the founders of the Federation of French Veterans of the Great War, Inc., and president of the Federation during its first year of existence (1919-1920), died Saturday, May 13th, 1922, at the age of 51, of an abscess of the heart, believed to have been caused by infection due to the drinking of contaminated water during the war.
A naturalized American citizen, Felix Froger served in the French army (13th Regiment of Artillery) as a private and a corporal, until 1917, when he joined the U. S. forces at the end of the war. He was captain in the ordnance corps.
Roswell S. Sanders of Newburyport, Mass., joined S. S. U. 4 of the American Field Service in the spring of 1916, and served with that section as a driver for about eight months on the Verdun front.
He was one of the best drivers in the section, always cheerful, always courageous and always keen to "roll" no matter what the weather or conditions were. His character and ability won him the respect and love of his section and of the old 64th French division which the section served.
In November, 1916, while Sanders was driving up to the "poste seccours" at Marne, which was very close to the German lines, a German shell burst directly in front of his ambulance, killing instantly Edward J. Kelley, the orderly sitting on the seat beside him and wounding Sanders terribly in the head. Sanders staggered into the "poste" and the first thing he said before he fainted away was, "Go and get Kelley, I am afraid he is killed." After medical examination it was discovered that Sanders had about ten pieces of shell in his head. He went through a terrific surgical operation and it was a marvel to us all in the section who saw him that after hovering between life and death for about two weeks he recovered sufficiently to be sent back to Paris to convalesce. He was given the Medaille Militaire and the Croix de Guerre with palm, but his days of active service were over.
Later Sanders, although suffering much pain in his head, was able to return to America and begin his battle against heavy odds, which battle he went at with the same courage and cheerfulness that he had always shown. From time to time he had to undergo other operations to remove small shell pieces, none of which gave him complete relief. He tried to join the American army, but was disqualified as physically unfit and finally got over to England and persuaded them to take him in the British Division shortly before the Armistice.
Since the war Sanders has been working and studying at drawing and painting and has shown considerable ability. He obtained a scholarship at an art school in New York and has made progress. Nevertheless his head still bothers him and it is doubtful if he will ever be able to entirely support himself or continue a long sustained effort of work.
He is the only man living of the whole American Field Service who is probably permanently incapacitated by the war. His parents are dead and his only relative, a brother, has a large family to support and can do nothing for him. Not having served in the American Army, he has no claim on our government and it is the writer's firm conviction that it is up to the members of the American Field Service to take care of him. Unfortunately for him when the Field Service funds were turned over for Fellowships no one thought of providing a separate fund for such a contingency so that Sanders' case is up to the individual members of the old service. During the past winter the members of Section 4 have provided for him through private subscription, but they are too small a group and too short of funds to do this permanently. This little fund is about exhausted and Sanders is shortly apt to be entirely destitute.
We are making an appeal, therefore, to all old Field Service men (and there are over 2000) to subscribe each at least one dollar to help this brave comrade of ours. $1,000 will take care of him for a year. You cannot find a better cause than helping one of our own. He deserves and should have a chance! Send your money now to American Field Service, 50 State St., Boston, marked for Sanders' Fund.
W. DeF. BIGELOW, Section 4.
The first thing to do is to increase the membership of the Association. It is not right that a small proportion of the 2460 men qualified to belong should support an organization which benefits all. The next ten years are going to be critical ones. Most veterans of the Field Service are of the age when they are becoming more and more engrossed in the pursuit of their individual careers and perforce their interest in this Association suffers. Later all of us will look back upon our conducteur days in France as the highest spots in our lives, and we keenly shall desire an organization which will keep the old threads together. If the American Field Service Association does not survive the inevitable doldrums of the next few years it will be impossible to pick up those old threads again. Now the great underlying purpose of the organization is to foster and preserve in our nation an understanding friendship for France, and secondly, and to accomplish the first, keep warm the memories and associations of our unique existence there as ambulance and camion drivers. Either of these purposes is enough to interest us in membership in the Association. Frankly, the Central Association needs money. It publishes the Bulletin as often as its funds allow, and there are a lot of other small expenses connected with administration, We've got to get more members on all counts---that those who are not members now won't, in the stress of their private activities, forget France and that she needs friends; so they won't forget those gorgeous old days and their old comrades; and so that we can keep the Association going strong. There you are. No good passing the buck to the organized branches which will do all they can anyway; but every member who reads this ought to turn to and get some other old Ambulance and Camion men to join. No amount of printed letters from the Central office can do as much as the personal appeal of one veteran to another. Why, if we can triple or quadruple the membership we can halve the dues.
Now for the future activities of the Association. The President, Paul Cadman, (in whose absence the present writer is acting as head) is coming back from France in January. Thereupon he is going to start a campaign for subscriptions for more Fellowships, just as funds were collected for the ambulances themselves during the war. We want the Field Service Association to be strongly organized to support his efforts.
Another thing: elsewhere in this issue is printed an appeal from W. DeFord Bigelow which directly interests every Field Service man, and is of vital importance. Charity begins at home---this isn't charity, but absolute duty, any way of thinking.
|Andrew, A. Piatt, 1 & Hdqts.
Ashmore, Sidney B., 13.
Austin, Kenneth, 4 & 8.
Barrett, Ralph N., 12.
Bartlett, A. G., 9.
Bigelow, W. DeF., 4.
Bill, Edward L., 4.
Bishop, G. C., 17.
Bixby, Joseph, 2.
Blake, Herbert C., 12.
Block, Maurice, 71.
Boit, John E., 2.
Bosworth, Thomas S., I & Hdqts.
Bray, Robert C., 526.
Breed, Amos F., 8.
Brown, J. Frank, 16.
Bruggemann, L. G., R. M.
Bryan, Mahlon P., 8.
Buell, Robert L., 15.
Campbell, Donald L., 69.
Carey, A. Graham, 3.
Carlisle, A. D., 9.
Cate, Philip T., 3.
Clapp, R. F., 16.
Cogswell, George R., 9.
Corry, Wm. F., 13.
Cox, E. W.
Cunningham, John E., 1.
Cunningham, Robert A., 66.
Curtice, Norman B., 397.
Dallin, Arthur, 1.
Darling, Mayo A., 526.
Dearborn, Arthur K., 397.
Deeves, Thomas M., 4.
D'Este, John N., 8-3.
Dexter, Julian S., 64.
Dowley, Kenneth C., 133.
Dunnell, Wm. w., 68.
Eaton, C. N., 397.
Elliott, Hugh, 1.
English, Richard B.
Envin, Lt. Guy.
Fearing, George R., 3rd, 71.
Fulcher, Paul M., 13.
Galatti, Stephen, 3 & Hdqts.
Garritt, W. G., 17.
Gildersleeve, Albert R., 19.
Glorieux, Philip H., 9.
Gordon, Edward B., 14.
Greenwood, Joseph R., 8, 15 & Vos. Det.
Griswold, Roger, 2.
Haley, Harry B., 33.
Hall, Irving G., 526.
|Hearle, Edgar J., jr., 12.
Herrick, G. Leslie, 13.
Hinchliffe, J. P., 19.
Hines, Wm. D., 133.
Holmes, Frank w., 526.
Hope, J. W.
Hoskins, Chas. C., 19.
Huey, H. E., 526.
Huey, L. C., 526.
Hunt, Wm. P., 13.
James, Emerson w., 71.
Johnson, Ralph B., 17.
Kelleher, Hugh J., 3-12.
Kielty, Ralph, 31.
Kinsley, Alan D., 13.
LaFlamme, Frank X., 13.
Lancaster, Earle W.
Lavender, H. G., 19.
Lawrence, Richard, 3.
Lentell, Prescott w., 133.
Lewis, James H., 16.
Liddell, James A., 15.
Little, J. D., 1.
Lockwood, Frederic, 68.
Long, Hilton W., 18.
Love, Ethelbert W., 69-26.
MacColl, Norman A., 64.
MacIntyre, Ewen, 2.
Mack, Walter K., 33.
Magnus, Albert, Jr., 31.
Mason, Austin B., 4-8.
McArthur, Chester, 17.
McDougal, Robert D., jr., 15.
McGovern, Paul J., 19.
McQuiston, Charles, 133.
Means, James M., 397.
Meadowcroft, Kirk P., 31.
Moore, Wm. H., 397.
Munger, Stephen I., Jr., 8.
Mustard, Lewis W., Jr., 8.
Neftel, Basil K., 8-17.
Neville-Thompson, V. C. 133.
Orcutt, Philip D., 31.
Ordway, Richmond, 397.
Page, E. H., 2.
Page, Philip S., 397.
Pearl, Wm. A., 1.
Perry, Oliver H., 4.
Pitkin, Donald S., R. M.
Pitman, J. F.
Prescott, Edgar B., 184.
Preston, Jerome, 15.
|Rantoul, Beverley, 4.
Richmond, Ralph S., 15-30.
Rieser, Robert, 33.
Riley, Melville S., 17.
Rice, Philip S.
Roberts, George W., 8-3.
Robinson, F. O., 184.
Rogers, Gordon F. L., 31.
Ross, Gilbert N., 69.
Rubel, August A., 13.
Sanger, Wm. Cary, 9.
Sargent, Daniel, 3.
Schneider, Louis B., 31.
Seccombe, E. N., 2.
Shaffer, C. N., 397.
Shaw, Edward P., 19.
Shoninger, C. B., 8,
Shreve, C. Upton, 3rd, 4.
Sleeper, Henry D., Hdqts.
Smith, F. R., 29.
Smith, George J., 19.
Smith, W. F., 526.
Sturdy, H. K., Jr., 397.
Suter, Philip H., 13.
Swasey, John M., 71.
Tapley, Russell W., 1.
Taylor, Edward H., 184.
Temple, Richard, 526.
Thatcher, George A., 12.
Thorpe, F. S., 2.
Vance, Robert C., 14.
VanderVort, H. W., 17.
Walker, Wm. H. C., 2.
Wallace, Frederick E., 33.
Walsh, L. E., 68.
Ware, Richard C., 4.
Weeks, F. D., 15.
Weeks, J. S., 133.
Westwood, Richard, 64.
Wheeler, Berkeley, 2-8-27.
Wheeler, Roger, 4-64.
Whitcomb, John L., 526.
Whitney, Robert. 68.
Whipple, S. L., Jr., 184.
Whytlaw, G. G., 2.
Willis, E. H., 9.
Willis, Harold B., 2.
Winsor, Charles P., 1.
Wiswall, Harold C., 30.
Wolcott, Oliver, 2.
Woodend, Ralph W., 397.
Wright, Carleton, 17
Members of the New England branch held a brief business meeting before the annual meeting of the association. Mayo A. Darling was elected chairman of the branch, Basil K. Neftel treasurer, and Richard W. Westwood secretary, the customary one ballot being formally cast for the uncontested ticket.
Austin Mason explained the aims of the Associated Veterans Societies of New England, which seek to co-ordinate the work of all New England veteran organizations for the ultimate acquisition of a home where each group can have a headquarters and meeting place. He pointed out that the membership of the New England branch in this association would in no way impair the funds or identity of our group. His motion that the branch join the Associated Veterans Societies and that the chairman be empowered to appoint delegates on behalf of the branch was carried.
With regard to meetings of the branch, Mr. Bigelow moved that they be held every two months at the discretion of the officers. The motion was carried. The fact that the bill for the set of Field Service histories presented to Marshal Foch on the occasion of his visit to Boston has not yet been paid was brought up. Mr. Lawrence moved that the bill be paid out of the branch treasury (?), and the money gotten back by the officers by any devious means they may devise.
The lure of the golf links was strong and the meeting adjourned.
A telegram received at the Reunion reads:
Chicago Branch sends greetings and best wishes for a hilarious banquet. We are holding consolation banquet of 60 Field Service men tonight. Wager our Pinard is as potent as yours. When are you coming to Chicago?
We still have on hand some odd numbers of the earlier issues of the Bulletin, which may be obtained by those wishing to fill out their sets. There are no complete sets available at any price. If you have duplicate copies in your collection, please send the extra ones to the central office, and we will see they are passed to someone who will appreciate them.
Griesmer, Elmer Philip, T. M. U. 526, of Cleveland, O., and Miss Lucille Lindahl of Cleveland, O.
Browne, Alan Stewart, Cdt. Adjt. T. M. U. 184, of Chestnut Hill, Mass., and Miss Barbara Bowker, June 10, 1922, at Roque Bluffs, Maine.
MacDougall, Albert Edward, S. S. U. 30, of Flushing, L. I., and Miss Tria Miranda Brown will be married at Wilmington, Vt., July 15, 1922,
Moore, Lewis Carroll, S. S. U. 65, of Chicago, Ill., and Miss Dorothy Durant, June 17, 1922, Fourth Presbyterian Church, Chicago, Ill.
Olmsted, Frederick Nelson, T. M. U. 397, of Pomfret Centre, Conn., and Miss Elizabeth Prosius Higgins, June 10, 1922, at Worcester.
Peffers, Harold Way, T. M. U. 526, of Danbury, Corn., and Miss Nathalie Rogers of Danbury, Conn., April 27, 1922.
Randau, Carl Albert, Cdt. Adjt. S. S. U. 14-10, of New York City, and Miss Cecile Blair Gilmore of New York, at Trinity Chapel, New York, May 20, 1922.
Thompson, James Livingstone, S. S. U. 13, of Indianapolis, Indiana, and Miss Cornelia Willis Allison, of Riverdale Springs, Indianapolis, June 14, 1922.
Wing, Forrest Bond, T. M. U. 526, of Brookline, Mass., and Miss Margaret W. Haddock of Cornell, Michigan, at Jamaica Plain, Mass., June 19, 1922. Honeymoon abroad.
A daughter, Joan, to Mr. and Mrs. A. Graham Carey (S. S. U. 3) of Cambridge, Mass., February 23, 1922,
A daughter, Sofia, to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Judd Farley (Cdt. Adjt.-S. S. U. 9-16 & T. M. U. 397) of Boston, September, 1921.
A son, George Weed, 3rd, to Mr. and Mrs. George W. Scribner, Jr., (S. S. U. 26), of Cleveland, Ohio, May 18, 1922.
A daughter, Doris Evelyn, to Mr. and Mrs. Paul B. Welker (S. S. U. 16) of Cleveland, Ohio, December, 1921.
McClellen, George, Jr., S. S. U. 65, of Chatham, N. Y., died June 2, 1922, of tuberculosis brought on by service abroad.
Sullivan, Daniel Joseph, S. S. U. 64, of Fall River, Mass., died March 12, 1922.
Jerome Preston, 61 Broadway, N. Y.
John H. Mason, Jr., Commercial Trust Co., Philadelphia.
Richard B. English, 451 Penn. Ave., Washington, D. C.
Louis G. Caldwell, 1418 Tribune Bldg., Chicago.
Philip C. Lewis, 3604 Salem St., Indianapolis.
John S. Carter, 117 N. Main St., St. Louis.
Jack H,. Stauffer, Oliver Bldg., Pittsburgh.
Geo. W. Scribner, 1148 Euclid Ave., Cleveland.
Chas. U. Shreve, 290 Cadillac Ave., Detroit.
Nelson H. Partridge, Jr., 411 O'Farrell St., San Francisco, Calif.
Due to the cost of the BULLETIN and the lack of funds, it is positively the last number which will be sent to any but paid-up and honorary members in the American Field Service Association. Those paying dues late will be sent back copies if any are left.