"Hear what the Russians said to the President:
"'You have seen me in the little bar around the corner.'"
AS THEY GO, A LITTLE VILLAGE IN THE ARGONNE.
August, 1916.
The priest of R—— has invited me to have coffee with him. The kindly old man saw the German invasion in 1914. He had been rudely treated in his native hamlet, and he appeared—when one saw the ruins—to have had many days of grief. Two days of battle and this was all he knew of war!
The boches, on retiring, had set fire to four corners of the village and everything had been burned, save his church where he permitted some German wounded to seek shelter.
Our troops triumphantly entered the smoking ruins of the village at night——
"My brave boys," the priest said to them, "I embrace you and thank God——"
The poilus, stirred with the feverish lust of pursuit, demanded:
"Any Germans here?"
One of the men, gone completely mad, shouted: