(A sample letter).
France, January, 1918.
I. Rookum, Gents' Tailor, U. S. A.
"Dear Sir:—
"Your interesting advertisement of spring styles for young men, knobby clothes for business wear, and so forth, just received.
"While I appreciate your thinking of me, I am glad to say I have changed my tailor, and will not require your services until peace is declared.
["U. S. & Co. are now supplying me] with some very nifty suitings of khaki, which I find best adapted to my present line of business. They don't get shiny in the seat of the trousers—for the simple reason that I never have time to sit down.
"They are also supplying me with headwear, their latest in that line being a derby-like affair with a stiff steel crown, which affords me better protection against the elements and the shrapnel than anything any civilian hatter has furnished me.
"Thanking you for past favors, and hoping to see you on the dock when the transport pulls in a couple of years from now, I remain,
"Yours truly,
"I. Don't Needum, Pvt., A. E. F."
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TWO SAMARITANS IN SKIRTS.
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In the Modern Parable, They Aid
a Poilu Chauffeur.
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The woman motorcar driver has made her appearance in the zone of the army. A few of them are driving big motor trucks for the Y.M.C.A. and are making good at the job.
During a recent heavy snowstorm, two trucks driven by young women were sliding along a winding road carrying supplies to a hut from a depot when they came upon a big French lorry stalled in a ditch. The French soldier in charge was tinkering with the engine, having stalled it while trying to pull into the road again. He wasn't having much success.