of All that is Right and Mighty upon the earth to
bless our President; to be light to his path, wisdom to his mind, and
right hand to his endeavor. That rulers of earth might base their
deliberations on the rock of the Divine; mindful, that "unless the Lord
build the house in vain does he labor who would build it."

On December fifteenth I wrote as follows:

Headquarters Seventh Division, American Expeditionary
Forces, France

Hon. Woodrow Wilson, President, American Embassy, Paris.

My dear Mr. President:

May I be permitted the honor of informing you that on Saturday
morning, December fourteenth, I said Mass on the Altar of
Jeanne d'Arc in her old church at Domremy, praying and
believing that God would bless and direct you, as of old He did
the Maid, as His chosen representative of Justice and enduring
Peace.

Most respectfully and devotedly yours,
GEORGE T. MCCARTHY,
Senior Chaplain, Seventh Division,
A. P. O. 793.

On December twenty-fifth I received the following:

Rev. George T. McCarthy, Senior Chaplain, Seventh Division,
A. P. O. 793.

My dear Chaplain McCarthy:

The President directs me to acknowledge receipt of your letter
of December fifteenth and to thank you for it. It is indeed
gratifying for him to know that you are thinking of him and
praying for him especially in these critical times.

Very cordially yours,
GILBERT CLOSE,
Confidential Secretary to the President.

Christmas Day was memorable. A fall of snow gave festive atmosphere to
our outpost homes. "Jip" carried me from Euvezin, where I said Mass for
Headquarters troop, to Grey Hound, where I repeated the Sacrifice for
the Signal Battalion. With the coming of the holiday the boys had been
rehearsing an old-fashioned minstrel show, with boxing and wrestling
matches as side attractions. A long rambling shack near Bouillonville
had been secured for the entertainment, and its battered walls adorned
with holly and cedar branches. The hearts of all were sad and pensive
that Christmas Day, far overseas, and the entertainment, lasting through
five hilarious hours, did wonders in the way of reviving depressed
spirits.

December twenty-ninth marked the "ne plus ultra" of my active service
overseas! In an old shack on the hills, swept with rain and swarming
with well meaning