“Why don’t you put ‘Hell!’ at the bottom of it?” he queried.
“’Pears to me it would be easier to make a list of the things you have got,” suggested another.
A little while longer and if no help comes, we shall be doing this. I can see that sign in my mind’s eye now. It will read something like this:
We have
chewing tobacco
indelible pencils
and
shaving brushes
Abainville, September 2.
Once a month, according to schedule, the whole personnel of the division is summoned to Y. Headquarters at Gondrecourt for a conference. Formerly these conferences were largely religious in significance, consisting of much righteousness with a slight leaven of business. Each one in turn was looked forward to as a pious but unprofitable duty and evaded when possible,—which wasn’t often. Now with a change in the directorship the conferences have taken on an almost entirely practical tone. Incidentally they have gained amazingly in popularity. For now one can attend a conference with confidence that during its progress one will surely glean more than one quaint bit of human comedy.