a right to say: "That granary full of wheat is mine; I invented the
reaper." The physician has a right to rejoice over the battle and
victory over the youth whose life was saved by the surgeon's skill. Not
otherwise, the munition girl has a right when the long day of battle is
over to say: "I safeguarded that cottage; I lifted a shield above that
little child; I built a wall against the cathedral and the gallery and
the homes of yonder city."

For American girls of vision there is nothing that they so much desire
as the immediate condemnation by our Government of 10,000
luxury-producing plants in this country, which should immediately be
taken over by our Government for munition purposes, and before the
daybreak of the first morning there would be ten million American girls
standing before the doors, trying to break their way in to obtain a
chance to fashion the shells that would protect American boys in danger
at the front.

5. The Wolves' Den on Vimy Ridge

The bloodiest battle of 1917 was fought on the slopes of Vimy Ridge.
That ridge is seven and a half miles long and is shaped like a dog's
hind leg. Lifted up to an elevation of several hundred feet, the hill
not only commands an outlook upon the German lines eastward, but
protects the great plains that slope westward towards the English
Channel.

To hold that ridge the Germans constructed a vast system of trenches,
barbed wire barriers, Portland cement pill-boxes and underneath the
ridge, at a depth of sixty feet, they made their prisoners dig a gallery
seven and a half miles long, with rooms for the officers opening out on
either side of the long passageways.

One morning the Canadian troops started up the long sloping hillside,
under skies that rained cartridges, shells and gas bombs. So terrific
was the machine-gun fire that some cartridges cut trees in two as if
they had been cut with a saw, while others did not so much strike the
Canadian boys as cut their bodies into two parts.

Lying upon their faces they crawled up the hillside, cutting the wires
as they crept forward. Not until the second afternoon did the shattered
remnants reach the German trench that crowned the hillcrest. Then they
plunged down into the trench, while the Germans rushed down the long
stairs into the underground chamber and fled through the lower openings
of their long gallery northward towards safety.

Not until the Canadian officers led us into one of those German chambers
d