steaks. "Me for the good old bully," muttered a corporal devoutly,
as he turned his head away. Here we remember the query of a corporal of
Headquarters Company who said: "Where is that half million dogs that
were in Archangel when we landed last September?" The Russians had no
meat market windows offering wieners and bologny but it sure was a tough
winter for food in that city congested with a large refugee population.
And dogs disappeared.

Of the purely military life in Archangel in the long winter little can
be said. The real work was done far out at the fronts anyway. No
commander of a company of troops fighting for his sector of the line
ever got any real assistance from Archangel except of the routine kind.
Many a commendatory message and many a cheering visit was paid the
troops by General Ironside but we can not record the same for Colonel
Stewart. He was not a success as a commanding officer. He fell down
weakly under his great responsibility. Before the long winter was over
General Richardson was sent up to Archangel to take command.

During the early winter a doughboy in Archangel in this spirit of good
humor wrote a letter published later in The Stars and Stripes in France.
It is so good that we include it here.

"Sometimes, about once or twice every now and then, copies of The Stars
and Stripes find their way up here to No Woman's Land and are instantly
devoured by the news-hungry gang, searching for information regarding
their comrades and general conditions in France, where we belong, but
through Fate were sent up to this part of the world to quell Bolshevism
and guard the Northern Lights.

"We are so far north that the doggone sun works only when it feels
inclined to do so, and in that way it is like everything else in Russia.
The moon isn't so particular, and comes up, usually backwards, at any
time of the day or night, in any part of the sky, it having no set
schedule, and often it will get lost and still be on the job at noon.
Yes, we are so far north that 30 degrees below will soon be tropical
weather to us, and they will have to build fires around both cows before
they can milk them. Probably about next month at this time some one will
come around and say we will be pulling out of here in a day or so, but
then, the days will be six months long.

"In our issue of your very popular paper we noticed a cartoon, "Pity the
boys in Siberia," but what about us, Ed? Now, up here in this tough town
there