THE JESTING POILUS, CHAMPAGNE.
May, 1917.
General J. B. Dumas is passing his troops in review to-day. Our stalwart poilus have fought admirably, and, before leaving for the rear, au repos, must be honored——
General Dumas, who is popular with his men, stops in front of a good-looking boy, sturdy, vigorous and superbly healthy!
"You remember me?"
The poilu stares astonished and does not reply.
"Voyons, you know, all the same, who I am?——"
". . . . ! ! !"
"Allons, speak——"
The poilu said to himself, "If I don't tell him that I remember him, he'll murder me——"
"Yes, I remember you, general, I remember you perfectly——"