lt the fires so as to
show the Reds where they dare not come. Truth was he knew his men must
dry their socks and have a warm spot to sit by and clean their rifles.
He trusted to their good sense in concealing the fire and to know when
to run it very low with only the glowing coals, to which the resting
soldier might present the soles of his snoozing shoes. Captain Boyer, to
you, and to your men.

It is not easy to pass over the names of Dupayet and Reval and
Alebernarde. For dynamic energy the first one stands. For linguistic aid
the second. How friendly and clear his interpretation of the orders of
the French command, given written or oral. Soldier of many climes he.
With songs of nations on his lips and the sparkle of mirth in his eye.
"God Save the King," he uttered to the guard as password when he
supposed the outguard to be a post of Tommies, and laughingly repeated
to the American officer the quick response of the Yank sentry man who
said: "To hell with any king, but pass on French lieutenant, we know you
are a friend."

And Alabernarde, sad-faced old Major du Battalion, often we see you
passing among the French and American soldiers along with Major Nichols.
Your eyes are crow-tracked with experiences on a hundred fields and your
bronzed cheek hollowed from consuming service in the World War. We see
the affectionate glances of poilus that leap out at sight of you. You
hastened the equipment of American soldiers with the automatics they so
much needed and helped them to French ordnance stores generously. Fate
treated you cruelly that winter and left you in a wretched dilemma with
your men in March on the railroad. We would forget that episode in which
your men figured, and remember rather the comradery of the fall days
with them and the inspiration of your soldierly excellence. To you,
Major Alabernarde.

On the various fronts in the fall the doughboy's acquaintance with the
British allies was limited quite largely, and quite unfortunately we
might say, to the shoulder strappers. And all too many of those
out-ranked and seemed to lord it over the doughboy's own officers, much
to his disgust and indignation. What few units of Scots and English
Marines and Liverpools got into action with the Americans soon won the
respect and regard of the doughboys in spite of their natural antipathy,
which was edged by their prejudice against the whole show which was
commonly thought to be one of British conception. Tommie and