ldiers of other nations sent to help
him, he likes to make the duties and the dangers seem as disagreeable,
as horrible, and as inevitable as he possibly can, but when he has
discharged a particularly tiresome and obnoxious duty himself or has
met without flinching a terrible danger, he declares his act was
"nothing."

"The _poilu_ and the Tommy are vastly different. The Frenchman works
himself up into a fanatical state of enthusiasm, and in a wild burst of
excitement dashes into the fray. The Englishman finishes his
cigarette, exchanges a joke with his 'bunkie' and coolly goes 'over the
top.' Both are wonderful fighters with the profoundest admiration for
each other."

The Tommy wants his tea and the officers like to carry their canes and
swagger sticks with them "over the top" into battle. A brave,
unpretending man, who likes his own ways and wishes to be allowed to
follow them and who is willing to fight and die that others also may be
free--such is the English Tommy. With him it is all a part of the
game, the game of war, and the greatest game of all, the game of life.
He must play his part and play it well.

THE YANK

The _boche_ went into the war as a robber, the _poilu_ as a crusader
determined to save the sacred and holy things of the world from
desecration and destruction, the _Tommy_ as a player in a great game,
and the _Yank_ as a policeman whose job it was to "clean up" the affair.

To the American soldiers, the _Yanks_, and to the American people, the
war was a job, a most disagreeable one, but one that must be done. No
one else was ready and able to do it; so they went at it smilingly and
"jollied" every one with whom they came in contact.

French children were asked to write descriptions of the "Yanks" for a
New York paper. They nearly all said that they were big and handsome
and quick, that they always smiled and were always hungry, especially
for chocolate and candy. The French noticed the everlasting smile of
the _Yank_, for after three years of war and suffering the French, even
the children, had ceased to smile. It is said the children had even
forgotten how to play, but they responded to the love in the hearts of
the _Yanks_, as did the German children when the American soldiers
crossed the Rhine. To the _Yanks_ there were no enemies among the
children; they loved them, French or German.

The _Yank_ did not smile because he failed to realize the seriousness
of his job, but becau