My four weeks in France

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CHAPTER		PAGE
I	Dodging Submarines to Cover the Biggest Game of All	[9]
II	I Get to Paris and Encounter Some Strange Sights	[30]
III	I Try to Get to the American Camp—But Meet Disaster	[54]
IV	Finally I Get to the American Camp; What I Find There	[76]
V	My Adventures at the British Front	[100]
VI	How I Didn’t Drive Major Blank’s Car to Camp Such-and-Such	[128]
VII	I Start Home, with a Stop-Over at London	[146]
VIII	Back in Old “O Say”; I Start Answering Questions	[171]

I
DODGING SUBMARINES TO COVER THE BIGGEST GAME OF ALL

I kept an appointment to-day with a gentleman from Somewhere in Connecticut.

“How,” said he, “would you like to go to France?”

I told him I’d like it very much, but that I was thirty-two years old, with a dependable wife and three unreliable children.