... Letters from an American Cantonment II.-- SAMMY My Dear Bystander p ammy, as the newspapers call him, has dis- Jj tinctive characteristics, but hardly as yet approximates to type as do our own or the French soldiers. The United States is a vast country con taining many different types of native citizens as well as many foreign immigrant races. Its army, as are all conscripted armies in their ...

... IN FNG LAND- NOW! A WEEKLY LETTER I FROM BLANCHE Dear Cousin London. May 6, 1018. Really passed all the bounds now, this war, hasn't it You know, one could just bear it -when it only interfered with the necessities of life. But now they're taxing our luxuries! S! S3 already the dragon-dog, deprived first of his meat and now of his biks, looks at me very old- fashioned. To wear a perfect ...

... Tine Bee in the Bonnet AN AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Gerald Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, That gay privateer, Tout-le- Mond, baulked of the British Museum, has swooped down on Kingsway and swallowed a substantial ration off its west side for the accommodation of the new Air Board, which is said to be swelling wisibly, almost incredibly so, with the development of the new aerial pro gramme, which makes one ...

... Somewhere in France THE DELIGHTS OF TRAVEL My Dear Bystander I have always maintained that for a journey in a troop train a small carpentering set is as neces sary a part of one's equipment as is a toothbrush or a tin-opener. Armed with a few carpentering tools the traveller is able to occupy the long, weary hours in indulging not only in a fascinating pastime while at the same time ...

... Someuhere in J7&nderJ> THE CHINESE PUSH My Dear Bystander You would not call the average Chinese coolie in France a convert to blutlust the clash of arms is not for him. You may drop bombs on him carefully and methodically and he will continue to preserve his attitude of strict neutrality towards the dropper. You may hurl the largest calibre shells in his immediate vicinity and it will be ...

... IN ENGLAND-NOW! A WEEKLY LETTER FROM BLANCHE London, November 4, 1918 Dear Cousin-- a bout what woman can and can't do, and what she ought and what she oughtn't to do, how -L Jl funny men are, aren't they Been coming out strong, of course, on the Us in Parliament question, and haven't half regaled us with all the good old cliches either But the debate about it in the House didn't give the ...

... I Dear Bystander I HAVE seen many troops, perhaps a hun dred thousand pass through the camp from which I have written since first I went there last winter. Some have moved to other camps, but gene rally only as a preliminary to going over; the great majority have gone, by routes devious or direct, to swell the number of the American Expeditionary Force in France. And this process has been' ...

... THE BEE IN THE BONNET-- cont. of itself a vote of censure upon the existing bodies and may cause them to awake to a sense of their responsibilities in these highly subversive times and this projected Motorists' Protection Associa tion will, I fancy, be eyed a bit askance, for in stance, at the shrine in Hedge Lane, Charing Cross, whence we may hear wild cries in the night of poaching and black ...

... Tjhe Bee in the Bonnet AM AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Gerald! Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, Galling as it is to all nobility of sentiment and aesthetic conception, it is being borne in upon me more and more daily what a belly-ridden nation we are, though perhaps no worse than any other, to be fair to ourselves in fact, that King Tum-tum is the World's Controller. Only yesterday I was talking to a friend holding ...

... Tlhe Bee in the Boniniet AM AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Gerald Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, Things are indeed coming to a pretty pass, as the Victorians used to say, when acquisitive Sir Alfred Tout-le-Mond cannot keep his itching claws off the British Museum, and actually proposes to turn the dear old Mummeries into the latest neo-martial Minx-ery in order to celebrate the birth of the Air Board after much ...

... Some/oAere in Zanders CAMOUFLAGE My Dear Bystander While war brings to the surface all the worst passions of our nature and regenerates the old Adam in us to a degree contemporaneous with the rude era of the mastodon, the stegosaurus rostratus, and such like over-grown mammalia, yet by a merciful dispensation of Providence one small ray of light has been vouchsafed to penetrate the gloom. W W ...

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