Life — July 4, 1918 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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PIE Letters from the Front OR letters from men in the American fighting forces in France Live will poy ten dollars cach, if they Each letter should be addressed to the Editor, and should be short. are considered of suficient interest to print. Prefer- ably, it should deal with some phase of life at the Front, and the preference will be given to humorous incidents, short anecdotes or matters of fact or human: interest, Correspondents are adz ed to keep duplicates. The name and address of | the sender should be plainly written on each manuscript. “Girls” Dear Jim: Just a line or two to let you and the rest of the copy hounds to know that the Huns have not got me yet, and for some time to come they will have to carry on this little ol’ war without looking for me. We are stationed here in a quiet little hamlet which apparently is about two thousand years old, and to my mind some of the “girls” are of the same age so far as the ways of this wicked world are concerned. But we cannot complaii Everyone treats us fine and the Ameri- can soldier sure has made some reputa- tion as a gentleman with the French. Only in a very few cases have the rules been broken, and the others know by the punishment meted out what awaits them if they do the same, We left Texas in April point in three jumps. st, “An Ate lantic Port,” thence to England, and then across the channel to France. A former Boston coast boat brought us across the English Channel, and many of the boys recognized her. Gee! but I sure do have an edge on the others in this pfarlez-vous country. The rest of the gang are out of luck, be- cause they do not savvy the lingo, but T can get along fine, hence I'm well fed and get the best of everything. Drop me a line and send me some papers: Old Smart Sets, Vanity Fair: Lirr’s, Ainslee’s, Collier’s, the American, ete, You ought to see us go through anything in the way of reading matter. There isn't a piece left at the end of a week, of a good live magazine. If you fellows only knew how wonder- ful this game is I know you'd rush at once to get in. It will take some time before they get wise and then it will be one big grand picnic and old Fritz will have to run like hell to keep out of our way. The boys who have been lucky enough to get in the lines sure have made some records for themselves and the peo- ple back home ought to feel mighty proud of them, As a matter of fact, I know they are, but when you are steen miles away from the old fireside it is hard to ind made this realize it. Don't forget to send me the magazines. Yours till it's over over here, “L. HA” Somewhere in France, May 8, 1918, PUREE oF SHAVINGS CONSOMME PINE KNOTS FILET or SHOE SOLE win CHIPPED GLASS FRIED HAT LININGS MINCED NEWSPAPERS SHREDDED NECKTIES “Gassed ” Dear Sam: You will probably have thought that I have intercepted a “Boche” shell or that 1 am tangled up with a lot of sea- weed at the bottom of the ocean. You are wrong, I have merely been traveling through France at the expense of the government. After we landed we were sent to the Base Camp of the Ambulance Service and there set to work assembling and repairing Ford cars for shipment to the front. After a week of this diet, I was sent out to an old section of the American Field Service, in active service. The weather for the last six weeks has been ideal, I don't believe we have had more than a week of disagreeable weather in that time. There is very little activity at the front at present, although we are looking for some, if this weather con- linues, most any day. My experiences are very few, but I will try and relate one to you. It has (Continued on page 33) HAPSBURG HOOLIGAN Waiter (to Karl) : NOTHING LEFT NOW, SiR, BUT SOFT BOILED COBBLESTONES