|BULLETIN No. 11||
Men, here are some facts:---
Only 21 per cent of Field Service men are paid-up members of the Field Service Association.
The Association, after paying the deficit of the Plymouth Reunion, is practically bankrupt.
The original Field Service fund, as distinct from the Association Fund, is not upholding the financial structure of State Street, as some men think. The truth is that nearly every dollar remaining after the War was made over to the Fellowship Fund, not even leaving a pittance for Roswell Sanders, whose plight was not foreseen.
The last BULLETIN was made possible only by the efforts and generosity of Roger Griswold, who gave his state bonus money for that purpose.
This BULLETIN in the same way has been paid for largely with money contributed by Noyes H. Reynolds.
The Association can hardly continue to function, and the BULLETIN to be printed, unless some more of you men come across with dues.
Now, if the spirit moves you, send in dues for the current year. If you do not want to do that, pay up in advance for the coming fiscal year, January first to December 31st, 1923. If you are not a paid-up member. of the Association, we respectfully submit that it is a subject worthy of your consideration. How about it?
JAMES H. LEWIS
Memories we all have---deep, constant, beautiful; but the desire of the heart must be so often suppressed that at last only some rare souvenir, coming from the land of wishes, breathes upon the warm coals of longing until they glow, genial, hearty, comforting, and call us to day-dreams.
The first glance at the Paris edition of the BULLETIN may speak of tree-bordered boulevards, of shrines and temples, of turrets, domes and towers, of a noble river winding under mystic bridges; or, perhaps, of the glasses tinkling on the tables of cafés terraces; or of petites amies d'autrefois, peu fid&erave;les mais toujours adorables; or of brave old taxi bandits guiding their venerable one-lungers with divine dexterity through those gay crowds which know no traffic regulations; or of the smug comfort of kindly concierges; or of wooden blocks bathed in steaming tar and layed all smooth for roadways; or indeed, perhaps, of queer smells from wayside urinoirs with their gawdy signs and their clocks that never run; or again, of the Luxembourg all radiant in multiform and van-colored flower beds where the bonnes mères font pee pee leurs enfants comme toujours avec precaution maternelle.
To many it will say all this and more, and happy is he to whom experience has given ears to hear. Elsewhere in this edition there are many symbols which will bring you greetings from your Paris---rien a changé, rien ne changera.
But here at the very outset of this number is a loud AMEN to what Roger Griswold said on page eleven of the last BULLETIN. As an organization we cannot live on memories or love-feasts---although both have a high and important place in our regards. The Field Service cannot be so selfish as to exist only to enjoy them. Never before since 1914 has France called to us as She calls today. It was so easy for us to be "heroic": You remember what the old rhyme said about the Goups:
"Oh, it's terribly brave of a Goup to save
A girl from a runaway horse---
YOU could do that, of course!
But think of trying to keep from crying
When you are tired and cross---
YOU couldn't do that, of course.
Morally it was easy to drive an ambulance into the very midst of battle; it was easy to share cold and hunger and general discomfort when all those things were a part of the great game---but it is less easy to be faithful and genuinely loyal in the midst of the great blast of criticism that pours on France today. You may be affected in many ways: you may feel that reparations are all wrong and that a debt is a debt no matter what service has been rendered by the debtor, but you cannot forget the high-calling that took you to France and held you there until the Beast was chained. It will not be easy to make enthusiasm for the Fellowship endowment campaign---it will be a work of deep feeling and it will be largely without personal reward.
The Fellowships are a reality---they are neither a dream nor a vague plan. Three years have seen more than fifty men coming to France in our name, a permanent mission that brings neither flags nor bands nor speeches, but which begins already to be a great force for the establishment of an understanding which cannot be misunderstood.
Next spring we go into a campaign for Fellowship endowment---one Fellowship for each and every one of the Field Service Dead. It will take close to three million dollars endowment. On the threshold of such a program we may have a passing moment of doubt and misgiving; a momentary attack of faint-heart; but the ideal can be accomplished---it will be!! It is not merely a duty, not merely an expression of sympathy---it is a great offering of comradry and devotion. How peculiarly we shall share in its benefits. For the most part the Fellows will continue to go from America to study in France. They carry very little as a gift to France---their promise is even uncertain. They enter into the life and culture of the great French Nation as only students can---they enjoy the privilege of this personal contact throughout one or two years and they will surely return to America with permanent commissions as Ambassadors. This is the great rapprochement universitaire, the best and most permanent of all rapprochement, the proper and fitting fulfillment of the great spirit which gave our organization birth.
The success of the Fellowship ideal is our task. Every man to it. The Spring Campaign of 1923 will go far toward fixing our purpose for all time
PAUL F. CADMAN. Paris, August 14, 1922.
President American Field Service Association.
The days of quarter-fare for militaire are over. In the eyes of a chef de gare an ex-Field Service man is now no more than a plain civilian. Like anyone else he must stand in line and buy at least a 3rd class ticket. And his chance of riding therewith in a blue "tapis-ed" 1st class compartment is getting deplorably slim. So what can a poor Fellow do? He can boycott the chemin de fer with its couloirs and its closed compartments and leave to English-speaking tourists the never-ending battle of "Courant d'Air." He can Baedecker on a bike.
Une vieille bicyclette, better known in country districts as une espèce de bécane is part of every good man's equipment. One Field Service Fellow who succeeded in making it a Seven Years War, spent a lot of his time pedaling around on a three-geared affair. When I asked him how and when he shifted he explained that his speed depended upon his fuel. Low was for beer, intermediate for wine and high he used with champagne and liqueurs. He did all northern Italy on Asti Spumante.
When one-time conducteurs of Camions and Fords return a second time as volunteers they usually pedal up the Marne, or down the Loire, or circle Normandy---not to mention the Midi and the Rhineland. I even knew two of them who took bicycles into Africa.
Not long ago a Section 18 man suggested a modest three-day trip through the Aisne sector. We left Compiègne at 10 o'clock one Sunday morning and lunched at Pierrefonds. The stone crocodiles still bask in the sun up in the courtyard. Beneath the windows of the chapel are strips of lead and bits of colored glass. Wrapped up in a handkerchief they make excellent souvenirs. An old guide is there to take you through the chateau and to tell you of its history. He will mention Napoleon in one room, Anne of Bretagne in the same or the next, with Louis of Orleans and his brother, King Charles, a little farther along, until one is likely to come away with the idea that they all lived together in a very curious fashion He can get more centuries into one sentence than any guide that ever made my acquaintance. Down in the dungeon, where he has collected a few obus, some éclats and a dud or two, he forgets all about his dates and his figures. The day we were with him he took us to a shellhole in the floor and said nothing. He shook his head and pointed up the jagged holes in each of the stories above. They seemed to echo his silence. Here he is no longer a guide but just an old man fumbling with some keys, willing to tell you anything. If you ask him he will even tell you about the ambulance section that taught his daughter English.
In the middle of the afternoon we circled the town and then took to the road again. When we came to that long, steep grade that leads off in the direction of Soissons, we got off and pushed our bikes like a couple of Paris cops. I remember once in the days when we were still trying to roll with trucks at thirty paces, one of our convoys had to tackle that hill. We finally went over the top, but every radiator was a snorting geyser.
The roads through the forest are just as they used to be, perhaps even more enchanting. Stone posts with rounded tops still mark the kilomètres; piles of broken rock are neatly corded at regular intervals and at the cross roads there are the same black and white signs: "VERS COMPIEGNE," "VERS LA FERTE-MILON." In the middle of the forest we passed one of those small stone tool-houses that stand off at the side of the road, doorless and dark like Esquimo huts. In the old days we always thundered along as fast as five tons of materiel and a butterfly valve would permit. To pedal along slowly over the same road is quite another sensation. There are still noises along the front but they are not the same noises we used to listen to, so that now one gets the impression of continual silence. There are few reminders of those busy nights that were dark with rain and moving troops with an occasional flash, of firing. Instead I found myself thinking of many quiet summer afternoons when I wandered off, not to get back to camp until evening. The woods still have that same odor of freshness that always characterized them. Why doesn't some parfumeur name a fragrance "Foret de Villers-Cotterets"?
In our three days we visited Dommiers, Longpont, Soissons, Bucy-le-long, Fismes and Reims. The agriculture in the country has revived more than the life in the towns and the cities; perhaps because there was more left to the fields than there was to the houses and factories. Fismes is just as the artillery and the aeroplanes left her: a mass of hopeless ruins. The outskirts of Soissons is being built up with new factories, and the river is busy with traffic. Commercially she is starting to get back on her feet but in the residential districts there are still no roofs on the houses. Villers-Cotterets is dirty and sad and as far as families go, almost deserted. In 1917 there used to be a jewelry shop near the clock tower at the north end of the village square. Now there are no watches or chains or gold identity plaques in the window, but instead a fine array of baby shoes, knitted hoods and other lace affairs that look very promising.
Reims with much backing has shown remarkable enterprise. Street cars are running now and restaurants, stores and souvenir shops are doing lots of business. At least one café has leather seats and an orchestra. In front of it is the Place de la Gare which, is never without its line of lazy red-vested cochers.
But more than visiting towns we enjoyed our hours of pedaling along familiar roads. One afternoon it started to rain---a typical dirty shower of the Aisne. We didn't even mind that for two hours later it was perfectly clear; big patches of bright blue sky showing through the rolling clouds. I fully expected to see a glistening avion appear, followed by a dozen puffs of smoke. But there are no air-battles now---nor any Anamites to watch them.
P. J. P.
On September 29, Arthur H. Earle (T. M. U. 133), of Lexington, Mass., began serving a sentence of three months at hard labor in the Middlesex County House of Correction. The sentence was 'imposed for speedy driving. According to the Boston Evening Transcript, Mr. Earle's counsel, a former attorney general of Massachusetts, "laid stress on Earle's war record, stating that he had driven both ambulances and ammunition trucks in France, and was a skilful motor vehicle operator." Quand meme the judge imposed the sentence above described. Sic transit gloria mundi!
"It is unfortunately too easy for us in America to forget that France fought for us for three years before we entered the war, that France did deeds of heroism at the Marne and at Verdun really for us, too, as well as for herself.
If we have not seen with our own eyes the devastation in France wrought by the Boches, it is difficult to comprehend that they have destroyed no less than ten French departments; that they have killed thousands and thousands of Frenchmen in battle; that they have outraged and mutilated women and children; that they have demolished buildings---churches, schools, factories, homes; that they have ruined mines, forests, orchards, vineyards. For years the Germans had been preparing for a war with France and in France so that they might devastate it to such a point as to make its rehabilitation impossible.
"France has indeed suffered much more than has any of her allies. Not one of them has had so much territory devastated as she has; not one of them has lost so many men or so much material.
"Since the war closed France has done all possible to rehabilitate herself. To repair her devastated departments she has spent millions of dollars. The total sum, though large, can repair but a small part. But the sum represents all that France can find or borrow. For the rest she asks for the execution of the Treaty of Versailles.
"When the French look at their country, they see no results of reparations; they see no security.
"No country has so much need of security as has France, because no country is so much threatened. In the ultimate analysis, security is not only necessary for France herself, it is the only base on which the reconstruction of Europe can rest.
"Where is such security to be found? At present only in the French army. Yet, in England and America, France is blamed for wishing to maintain her present army. Instead of blaming her, she may well be excused. It is not her fault; the fault in the first place is with the English and American Governments, who have not kept their pledges with France to protect her against Germany, pledges made when the Treaty of Versailles was signed."
ELBERT FRANCIS BALDWIN (in the Outlook, Sept. 27, 1922).
Paris, August 29, 1922.
My dear John:
How good of you to want my opinion on the great questions concerning France. I am sure you have answered them all for yourself---out of the richness of your experience. You ask if France is militaristic? There is no doubt but that there is a military party here---made up of old-school army men---but as a nation and as a people I can bear positive testimony that no people today desire peace more sincerely than does the French people. One striking evidence of this is the fact that compulsory military service which for centuries has run from 3 to 7 years-has just been reduced to 18 months. One cannot know the true French home without a deep respect for its solidarity. No father or mother wants to sacrifice their sons to another war. I knew a Frenchman who gave a little dinner to some young people in 1914----to celebrate his daughter's engagement; eight young men were present. Today they are all dead! Last week I visited the Marquise de Rochambeau in the ancestral chateau of her distinguished Marechal forebear. The two sons---the only sons and direct heirs to the property---killed in the war. How can anyone who knows the homes of France charge her with being desirous of war?
Then is she playing fair with Germany? How easily the facts are confused by the hodge-podge of political issues. The truth is that until France balances her budget her financial situation is extremely precarious. She cannot balance the budget as long as she is burdened with an interest charge which requires constant borrowing. She is rebuilding her own devastated regions with money borrowed from her own nationals. Does that seem fair? Someone says she is crushing the new German Republic and. forcing a Royalist Reaction by pressing her claims. Is it right that France should finance the New Republic? Why not form a pool and let us all do it.
Don't be deceived about the impending German collapse. She is deliberately debauching her currency so that there can be repudiation. In the chaos of Europe today---what does bankruptcy mean? Only a paper failure---for the means of production are still intact and the human element is only waiting for a chance to work. France stands today in front of a beaten foe who knows not the slightest element of sportsmanship. France stands with her back to the wall---fighting for her economic recovery and for her national security.
Will she pay America? Every sou! But what an ignoble thing to press the claim now when she is wounded and barely convalescent! A Washington---a Lincoln---a John Hay would have worked for cancellation. If we could only see it---we would realize that it would be plain good business---but the very word is a red rag to any American community.
What is France's attitude toward Russia? I might ask what is our own? France held enormous amounts of old Russian securities. It is natural that she should want these guaranteed. France is anti-red to the core. Strange, you say, for a country of 4 Revolutions! But not strange in the light of the fact that Sovietism strikes at the two great pillars of the French faith---The home---and The Church. Business makes strange bed-fellows---but even for the sake of trade which she sorely needs---France holds out for principle.
I fancy the Hearst press and the other antis are capitalizing every act of Poincaré's---both in editorial and in cartoon. It will pass. Let's keep our loyalty pure. It was easy when all the world was for France. It will be noble when all the world is against her. I am not one of those who criticize America at every turn. I spend a lot of strength defending her---but I can't help remembering what Christ said to the accusers of the woman taken in adultery.
The American Students' Reconstruction Association has presented to the village of Dombasle-en-Argonne (Meuse), the sum of 4,747 francs, to be added to the funds raised for the reconstruction of the Mairie-Ecole of the village.
This Association was organized last year by Mr. Robert L. Buell, a young Harvard graduate, who had previously brought to France a similar unit of Harvard students. The purpose of the group is to send student architects to France from American universities, who will work as volunteer draughtsmen, under the direction of French architects, in the devastated regions where their services are most needed.
The Ambassador, Mr. Myron T. Herrick, is honorary president of the Association, and among those acting on its committee are Mr. Whitney Warren, Mr. Henry D. Sleeper, Miss Anne Morgan and Professors Everett V. Weeks, William Emerson and W. A. Boring.
Last summer fifty young American architects worked at Soissons, Rheims and Verdun, and among the plans studied were those for the Mairie-Ecole of Dombasle. The present gift comes from members of the Association and certain members of the American Ambulance Field Service, former volunteers with the French Army during the early years of the war, who were in cantonment at Dombasle.
(Resume:---As most of us know, and as is told in full in the last previous BULLETIN, Roswell Sanders, Section 4, of Newburyport, who was so thoroughly torn up by a high explosive in 1916 that he has never thoroughly recovered and become self-supporting, is unable to secure compensation. from either the French or the American Governments. His welfare, therefore, becomes the concern of those among us who realize the situation.)
The question is not, "How Much Can You Give?" but rather, "How Much Can You Raise?" or "What Can You Suggest?"
Since the appeal in the last BULLETIN, we have received numerous subscriptions of various amounts. In some cases men who could not give much themselves have prevailed upon friends of theirs and of the Service to make liberal subscriptions, varying from $25 to $100 each. This is a suggestion we wish to call to the attention of all men in the Service.
If we can raise a sufficient amount of money in subscriptions of from $25 up, we would, of course, like to start a permanent fund, the income of which would go to Sanders. We cannot afford to do this, however, until we are assured first of enough to keep him going from time to time. If we could get one hundred men to pay $10 per year, we could start putting the balance of any money raised into a permanent fund.
We are giving below the number of subscriptions and total amount of money raised up to date. These subscriptions have come from all over the country, as well as from France and even China, and some have been given by former French Officers of some of the old sections. We know you will watch this fund grow, but we want everyone to do his share in making it grow. Please send all subscriptions to the American Field Service, 50 State Street, Boston, Mass.
Of this amount $122 was collected at the last Reunion. Does not every reader of this. article feel that there should be more subscribers?
On dit que les Américains vont aux Folies Bergères en si grand nombre qu'il n'y a plus de place pour les hônnetes gens. Mais que même ils disent toujours en sortant:
"What tastes Parisians have!"
Did you ever notice how in Europe they hang all the dirty words on the English language? Think of something shocking and see if it hasn't been given a W.. C. equivalent. One Fellow who went to Germany saw the sign DAMMEN on one end of a GURGLRHAUS and went round the other side looking for Pythias.
Who said that a classic loses something. by literal translation? We find "cheval rire" not a half bad equivalent for "horse laugh." You know the old saying: "If it isn't clear it isn't French."
Notre chèr confrère the Paris Review has the following good advice to offer:
"Americans who find their French not always sufficient to their needs may sometimes profit by mastering the 'truc' 'machin' 'system' branch of this, refreshing language. The rules are easy, no pronunciation is necessary and the proper application makes marketing simply child's play.
"If, for instance, you want to buy some such little trinket as a bottle-opener or a glass door-knob and you don't know the French for it, ask the clerk for a 'petit truc comme ça', then explain its function via the Latin manual of hand to hand conversation. Should the craving be more serious . . . . for a cocktail mixer, say, or a pair of sheep-shears, just step up to the clerk and demand a 'machin comme ça', demonstrate 'comme ça' with appropriate gymnastics. When the requirement is some really formidable affair, as per example, an extra pair of baby-carriage wheels or a complete fireless cooking outfit, call for a 'system', add the 'comme ça' and the proper, motions and you'll get it."
And we also heard of a good American lady who went to Bon Marché to buy some bed linen. She did not know that the Big Store has a fleet of interpreters so she seized her pocket Larousse and bravely demanded:
It is said that a newly arrived Field Service Fellow heard of the subway courtesies and was duly impressed to note that nobody ever tried to get out of a car without politely asking those folk who blocked the door if they were going to get out at the same station. After frequent attempts to sum up courage, he at last touched a beautiful young lady on the shoulder and tipping his hat, said sweetly:
And to his astonishment, the swift reply came back:
Paris.---Use of identity tags, like those hung from soldiers' necks during the war, has been proposed for the Paris pedestrian. These would preclude the necessity of taking him to the morgue when he finally falls victim to reckless driving. Establishment of evacuation hospitals at busy corners is also suggested.
Conte musicale en plusieurs mouvements for which only the music is lacking. Its sole excuse is de vous signaler our retour en France. The time is summer; the place, by the unanimous choice of the dramatic personae is, of course, France. Be it known that Perry Jasper van Patton is the irresponsible conductor of the orchestra, Walt Gores is at the bass viol and Budd Champlin at the piano, which is not a Steinway. The name above the keyboard is Corona.
Va, little screed, tho' thou takest with thee
The Triple Secs bid farewell to New York the day of the Dempsey-Carpentier boxing. Of the voyage rien de remarkable; ni submarines, ni floating mines, ni nothing. Arrived at Le Havre it appears qu'ils took a position forward and cried à haute voix; "Lafayette, nous voici, back again!" Ils se sont débarqués sans objets d'art et sans cigarettes, and then to Paris ou ils se rendaient au Quartier Latin.
Rassemblement of the Three Innocents (?) after a lapse of THREE WEEKS. Soft music off stage, then louder,---crescendo-dimuendo---crescendo---blare of cors de chasse---long silence---then the three whistles of a French train. As the rideau lifts the three boursiers are discovered arriving at Bagnères de Bigorre (Hautes Pyrénées) via the night Rapide, Patton from Belgique Champlin from Merrie England and Gores from the Touraine. The Chef de gare, delegated by the Maire de Bagnères, in a long speech in Provençal extends to them the freedom of the village. He attains the climax of meridional cordiality in a superbly nasal, "Soyez les bie-n-n-ng venus!"
Enter a vieux guide montagnard, autrement dit, a Hardy Mountaineer who greets the trio chaleureusement; "Soyez les bien-venus!"---and chants:
|The Praises of Bagnères.
Séjour de plaisir et d'amour.
Nous voiçi pour un séjour.
The mountain guide here drops his voice and continues: "La station thermale de Bagnères date des Romains. Elle se nommait Vicus Acquensis, autrement dit, Vichy Water. Sous la Renaissance Bagnères fut une des villes les plus frequentées. Nommons parmi les visiteurs les plus fameux: Montaigne, Madame de Maintenon, Rossini, Lamartine, Pearl White and Landru. Les sources exploitées à Bagnères ont un débit total de 3,000,000 de litres par 24 heures. Bon pour les maladies diverses, les accidents douleureux, eczémas, fausse angine de poitrine, dyspepsies, la constipation, et pour l'égorgement du foie et les autres organes intimes."
As the curtain falls the Treple Secs sortent en chantant: "Oh! Where is the Hôtel de Cheval Blanc?" Guide follows with bags.
College Victor Duruy, autrement dit, Cours de Vacances pour les Etrangers. Classroom; no class. M. le Professeur calls the roll.
"M. Toreador y Lopez de Castro? Vous êtes là?"
"Mademoiselle Brunhilde Swenska?"
"M. Adaggio Garibaldi?"
"M. Long Tong Kin?"
"M. Valter Gorès.
M. le Professeur addresses les étrangers; "Mesdames et Messieurs, soyez les bienvenus! Vous êtes venus ici non seulement pour apprendre le français mais aussi pour essayer de comprendre un peu ce que c'est la civilisation français." (Hear, hear---from the English contingent) Sortent les boursiers en chantant: "Vive la Belle France, Bon Pays du Vin!"---et se dirigent vers le Café de Couscous.
Seen in the café. Proprietor seeing what he believes to be trois riches Américains greets them at the door: "Soyez les bienvenus!" Garçon who served humanity during the war at the Café de l'Univers, Bordeaux, A. E. F., shows them to a table and chants as he polishes the marble top: "Speech Englisch? Yes! Whatcha-like? Curaçao? Menthe? Raspail? Cognac? Chartreuse? Cherry Rocher? Benedictine?"---then with a sudden inspiration, "Whishkee?"
The Three Mousquetiers in chorus: "Oh, un bock."
Approach a mutilé de la guerre with a noticeable Spanish accent. He leans on his crutches and murmurs: "Je suis un pauvre malheureux. Ayez pitié des pauvres. On vous demande de la charité." Patton gives him a Flemish pfannig, Champlin a tup'ny bit and Gores a torn half-franc from the Touraine. The mutilé's remerciements are interrupted by the entrance of three poules who se précipitent sur les Américains with joyous: "Soyez les bien-venus!" But the Triple Secs show no interest in buying the poules quelque chose à boire so they becoming facheés characterize the Americans in terms varying with the extent of their disappointment. (Anticipating a rigorous censorship we are obliged to omit what they said. Though we deplore this subordination of art to propriety we submit in appealing to your imaginations and souvenirs de la guerre.)
Then, suddenly, as comme souvent, the électricité of the Société Anonyme de Bagnère de Bigorre et les Hautes Pyrénées pour l'Exploitations du Pays ceases to function. The trois boursiers sneak out leaving the poules en panne and their bocks unpaid. Out of the darkness from a café across the street comes the voice of a rival proprietor: "Soyez les bienvenus!"
P.J.P., W.J.G., W.B.C.
(It is only fair to say that the following clippings were not sent over from Paris with the other material for this BULLETIN. They are clipped from a recent article in the San Francisco Examiner, by Dr. Fred W. Clampett.)
"There's young Walter Gores, for example, and I have selected his name at haphazard. He's a Stanford boy and his university may well be proud of him. During the past winter he has been lecturing once a week to large classes at the Louvre on the "History of Art." The press of Paris, French as well as English, is generous in praise of his work. True, genuine worth alone could make this possible. The journals of Paris are represented by the most brilliant critics in art, and unstinted praise is as rare with them as the use of radium. Some one told me that Gores is working on a book which will soon be published.
"Then there's Paul F. Cadman, president of the American Field Service in France. His record is brilliant. Long before the United States entered the war he crossed over, joined the Ambulance Corps and gained honors at the front. When America got busy he entered a training camp, won a commission, served as captain of his regiment at the front and came out with a fine record.- Graduating in the University of California, he came over here two years ago with a fellowship from the American Field Service for a post-graduate course in the Sorbonne. After a year's study of the French language he passed one of the most brilliant examinations in the Sorbonne. He is now working hard for the highest degree in law.
His wife, who is a daughter of James Mills, regent of the University of California, is a loyal and faithful helpmate in all his studies.
"'Where do you get the greatest pleasure out of your work?' I asked him the other day. His answer would be no surprise to those who know him, 'The little Episcopal chapel in the Grande Chaumiere for students, where I am lay reader and the U. S. Students and Artists' Club, of which I am chairman of the committee, bring me the greatest happiness.'"
Perry Patton, graduate of the University of California, is well known in the American Universities Union in the Rue de Fleurus. Ambulance driver in the early stages of the war and daring aviator when America entered, he delivered the goods, as his comrades here testify. He is a splendid French scholar and stands well in the front in the Sorbonne. Political science is his specialty and big things are expected of him. From Salinas, California, to Paris, France, is some step; but Perry is as much at home in the boulevard Montparnasse as if he were hiking on the highway between Salinas and Watsonville.
It is well to know that the rich soil of the Salinas valley can raise something worth while besides beet root and potatoes. A crop of men like Perry Patton would yield a harvest of great value to the State of California.
All praise now to the tie which binds
MARCUS SELDEN GOLDMAN.
Written at a French-American-Roumanian dinner at the restaurant of Georges Bottes, Place du Marche St. Honore, Paris, January 6, 1920.
At the Annual Meeting last June it was voted to change the fiscal year of the Association from July first to June 30th, to January first to December 31st. There are various advantages in this, but one big disadvantage, however, is only temporary. Dues for the last fiscal year provided funds until June 30th. Dues for the next fiscal year do not provide funds until after January first. This leaves six months in between without any revenue for the Association. Consequently there is very little money in the Treasury at present, and were it not for the generosity of various individual members, this BULLETIN could not have been printed. We have been publishing the BULLETIN fairly regularly for the past year, but we are very anxious to print another number this year some time in December. At present we have no money with which to do so. There are a good many members of the Field Service who have not paid their last dues to the Association. We want to get that money in and we want anybody who feels generous, and who can, to contribute what he can to defray the cost of the next BULLETIN. It will help us a great deal if some men would make advance payment on their 1923 dues. At present publishing the BULLETIN is the most important activity of the Central Association. It is extremely important to keep it going. It can only be sent to paid-up members of the Association.
We wish in the BULLETINS for next year to publish communications from as many of the French Officers and Sous-Officiers who were attached to sections at various times. Another thing which we contemplate publishing is a list of Field Service men with their up-to-date addresses and occupations, and' we want to get in all the information we can for this directory.
Is there in. Boston, or vicinity, an A. F. S. man, with available space in his factory, place of business, or elsewhere, to store, at least temporarily, the Histories of the Field Service, as the remaining copies can no longer be left at the publisher's? Kindly communicate with the Boston office, 50 State Street ('phone Congress 4714), and any offer will be greatly appreciated.
We recently received word from a French admirer of the Field Service. She wrote in part: "I just received a letter from Paris telling me how much the BULLETIN has been appreciated;---Senator Scheurer had it translated, (Mr. Andrew's article) and published in three of the most important Paris newspapers. I have written back this morning and asked Senator Scheurer to kindly send some of those French copies to your office, 50 State Street, Boston."
To all Section 12 men we are sending with the BULLETIN a multigraph copy of a letter from André Saillard, cook of Sect. 12. André was with the Section from the time it left Rue Raynouard until it was disbanded in Alsace---being the only original member at the end. Other F. S. men interested in a copy can obtain one by writing to the Central Office. Letters or other communications of limited interest will be relayed to various section men, if desired.
Due to the cost of the BULLETIN it was impossible to bring out a full sized number for July. This issue is a month late, and was only made possible through the generosity of one of the New York men. It is impossible to send copies to any except paid up members, as much as we would like to.
We are indebted to Walter Gores for the cover of this issue of the BULLETIN. It has taken a lot of our valuable cash to publish it, but it is well worth the cost. Lack of funds prevents the publishing of a clever double-page cartoon by Phil Giddens, one of this year's Fellows.
As to the prize articles, we have said little. The result was horribly disappointing as to the number sent in. Five poems and one prose article were all that were received. Judges' decision will be announced later!
The next meeting of the New York Branch will be held at the Army and Navy Club at 6:30 o'clock on October 16th, 1922.
C. Claflin Davis, who served for nine months in S. S. U. 4, of the American Field Service in 1915, went again to France in 1919 and joined the American Red Cross. He was immediately sent to Constantinople, where he has been most of the time since then. Mr. Davis was in charge of relief work among the remnants of General Wrangel's army after the latter's defeat in the Crimea, and also among the refugees who followed the former Russian nobleman out of the Crimea. For his services to these men he was awarded the Order of St. Anna and St. Stanislav by General Wrangel. Last spring Major Davis toured Europe in an effort to obtain work and homes for the Russians who had fled from Russia. After Smyrna had fallen into the hands of the Turks, he went to that city and oversaw the work of evacuating as many of the victims as possible.
Frederick C. Frick, S. S. U. 70 and 18, has asked us to give publicity in our Bulletin to the need of the Société Des Foyers De L'Union Franco-Américaine. Its purpose is worthy of the consideration of everyone interested in the reconstruction of France. Earnest efforts have been made to find French subscriptions to replace the American subsidies which ceased this summer, and excellent co-operation has been received from the Ministries of War and Navy and also of the Interior, and a number of subscriptions of 5,000 and 10,000 francs each have been secured from the banks Progress is being made, but it is exceedingly difficult with the heavy weight of reconstruction upon France to raise the equivalent of the 3,000,000 francs which the Société will not receive henceforth from America. Personal checks or drafts may be sent to Em. Sautter, Directeur Général, 41, rue de Provence and 13, rue Lafayette, Paris, IX, France.
John B. Whitton, former vice-president of the American Field Service Association, delivered the principal address in English at the Bastille Day exercises in the Civic Auditorium at San Francisco, July 14. He was warmly applauded by the assembled French colony. Governor Stephens and. Mayor Rolph also spoke.
The New York Vitreous Enamel Products Corporation was organized late in August, with Joseph R. Greenwood, (S. S. U. 8 & Vosges Detachment), as President and Treasurer, and John Munroe, (S. S. U. 3), and Stephen Galatti (S. S. U. 3 and Hdqts.) on the Board of Directors. The business of this company is the vitreous enameling of stoves, washtub covers, kitchen table tops, electric light reflectors and other steel and cast iron shapes. The necessary equipment is now being installed at the factory, Flushing, L. I., and after the middle of October the Company will be pleased to receive inquiries from anybody interested in that line of work.
Vincent L. Rich, S. S. U. 15, of New York, is now with the Munson Steamship Lines; New York, and finds it difficult to settle down to office work, after having roamed all over South America last winter.
James H. Lewis, Sect. 16, Secretary of the Association, announces that from now to the end of the year he will turn over to the Sanders Fund the entire gross profit, less an overhead charge of 10%, on any goods bought from him by Field- Service men. His stock consists primarily of the finest of German prism binoculars, theatre glasses, and particularly of German Officers' 8-power Field Glasses, and is being sold at from, one-half to one-third the normal market price. Lewis will be glad to send circulars and attend to mail inquiries. Correspondence can be addressed to 50 State St., or to his office at 453 Washington Street. Boston men are invited to drop in and test out the glasses.
Joel Harris Newell, S. S. U. 13, formerly employment manager of the Fiberloid Company, Springfield, has opened The Newell Employment Service at 140 Dwight Street, Springfield, of which he is the manager.
Allan H. Muhr, Hdqts. and S. S. U. 14, of Paris (Racing Club de France, 14, rue Duphot, Paris 1er) was in this country in August, in the interest of the Olympic Games.
Archibald Dudgeon, S. S. U. 14, of New York, has recently returned from a summer abroad, to take up his new duties as instructor of French at St. George's School, Newport, R. I.
Symonds, Brandreth, Jr., S. S. U. 12, of New York, and Miss Beatrice Holt, of New York, May 27, 1922, at Woodstock, Conn.
Hope, Herbert H., T. M. U. 133, of Berkeley, Cal., and Miss Lola Eckhardt, of Boise, Idaho, June 30, 1922.
Wilson, L. R., T. M. U. 133, of 2700 Webster St., Berkeley, Cal., and Miss Katherine Cahoon, of Roswell, N. M., July 1, 1922, at Los Angeles.
Crosby, Henry Grew, S. S. U. 71-29, of Boston, Mass., and Mrs. Dick Peabody (Mary Jacob), September, 1922.
Whitman, Alfred Machado, S. S. U. 9, of New York City, and Miss Elizabeth Southmayd Morgan, October 7, 1922, at Grace Church, Orange, N. J.
Griffin, Clarence Joseph, S. S. U. 12, of Carthage, New York, and Miss Ellen Regina Blaisdell of East Syracuse, New York, August 21, 1922.
Foot, Eliot Brooks, S. S. U. 1, of Tarrytown, N. Y., and Miss Prudence M. Cobb of Tarrytown, N. Y., June 3, 1922.
MacNair, Hugh Wilson, S. S. U. 65, of New York City, and Miss Louise Hyde, of Jouet, Illinois; at Christ Church, Joliet, August 16, 1922.
Neynaber, Raymond Adolph, S. S. U. 69, of Chicago, Illinois, and Miss Beatrice Maude Odgers of Chicago, June 27, 1922.
Young, George R. (Boston Office), now of Cleveland, Ohio, and Miss Frances Willard Robertson, September 30, 1922, at Springfield, Mass.
To Mr. and Mrs. Louis Phillips Hall, Jr. (S. S. U. 3, Parc, & Vosges Det.), of 9, Place Malesherbes, Paris, a daughter, Helen, June 16, 1922.
To Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Howard Manley (T. M. U. 526), of 3, rue Villaret de Joyeuse, Paris, a son, Robert, July 17, 1922.
To Mr. and Mrs. Harry Bishop Winsor (S. S. U. 9), of Cleveland, Ohio, a laughter, Margaret Louise, July 18, 1922.
An Institute of French Language and Culture for young Americans adapted from Mme. Montessori's method, has been founded in New York at Maison des Annales, 20 East 57th Street, under the direction of Madame Lucienne D. Collin of le "Société Nationale des Professeurs Français en Amérique." The aim of this Institute is to inculcate French culture to the child, and to permit him to acquire, without intellectual effort, a knowledge of the French Language by holding his interest and entertaining him at the same time. This will be attained, simply with the use of various educational games, songs, dances and stories, indoors or outdoors when the weather permits, always under the constant guidance of competent instructors. Each month the children will be conducted to the "Théâtre Français de la Jeunesse," Museums. French Expositions, etc.
The American Legion Auxiliary, Department of Massachusetts, is planning an Allied Bazaar to be held at Unity House, Park Square, November 23rd, 24th and 25th. Each of the nine Districts throughout the State will represent an Ally of the World War, decorations, costumes and articles on sale to symbolize the country represented---Switzerland, Spain, Belgium, United States, Great Britain, Ireland, France, Japan and Italy.
Every effort will be made to have this Bazaar authentic, instructive, a delight to the eye and a boon to the purse. But above all else, it is hoped that a substantial addition to the Welfare Treasury will be realized.
The American Legion Auxiliary has been too modest and retiring, and has not exploited its good works. Feeling that the disabled service men in and out of hospital are and always will be our very precious charge, and wishing them to realize that America and Americans will never forget what they have lost for us, the Auxiliary has faithfully and earnestly kept at its self-imposed duty of bringing them cheer, happiness and comfort
No money-making affair has ever been given by the State Department and the fact that in one year the American Legion Auxiliary in Massachusetts spent over $32,000 in Welfare work is not generally known.
Now the generous and never-failing public is to be given an opportunity to help by patronizing this Allied Bazaar.
Watch for the various newspaper notices as they appear from week to week. They will be full of interesting news of the Bazaar and its activities. Watch for the unique and colorful posters that will appear about the middle of November. The design is a gift of Joseph Harling, whose Automobile Show and Home Beautiful posters are the last word in originality and beauty.
The printing of these posters is generously contributed by Tolman, Davidson Company. "We're happy to shake the tree for the boys anytime," is the way a member of the above firm expressed it, and that's the spirit the Auxiliary expects our citizens to show at this, their first chance to help the Auxiliary to help the service man.
Don't try to remember the dates. You'll see those in print many times between now and then. Just get interested and keep interested. Make articles for one or more of the Districts, whether you are an Auxiliary member or not. Ask your friends to help, and when the time for the Bazaar arrives, come and bring everyone you know; buy your household necessities, your Thanksgiving puddings, cakes, pies, confections and favors, and your Christmas and birthday gifts.
Bazaar Committee---Mrs. Clarence R. Edwards, Honorary Chairman; Mrs. Helen A. Bishop, Chairman; Miss Anna M. Manion, 1st Assistant; Miss Mary T. Whittaker, 2nd Assistant; Miss May L. Mahoney, Treasurer; Mrs. Archer W. Ives, Chairman of Publicity.
The BULLETIN is the life blood of the Field Service Association. Its quality and its resulting circulation must be maintained if the latter is to exist. No one will continue to find interest in the BULLETIN if it becomes limited in material to reports, accounts of dinners and births, deaths and marriages, however important these may be. It must carry some breath of romance, some memory---stirring fragment of the old life,---something that will quicken a fellow's pulse and make him want to get out and reminisce. In the words of the constitution of the Association, it must "perpetuate the memory of the life and work of the A. F. S. in the World War" and "keep alive the friendships of those years." It needs articles, humorous and serious, stories, poetry---anything that will help to bring the days that are past a little nearer to us. Let everyone make it a matter of personal responsibility, if he believes in the Association, to keep it alive in this manner by contributing to the BULLETIN through his Branch Editors.