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With the Doughboy in France: A Few Chapters of an American Effort
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ILLUSTRATIONS
| Supper Hour at Bordeaux | Frontispiece |
| No matter what hour; always the gobs and buddies—other | |
| armies as well as our own—ready with 100 per | |
| cent appetites. | |
| FACING PAGE | |
| So This Is Paris | 20 |
| A. E. F. Boys, guests of our A. R. C. in its great hospital | |
| at St. Cloud, look down about the "Queen City of | |
| the World." | |
| Chow | 62 |
| The rolling kitchens, builded on trailers to motor | |
| trucks, brought hot drinks and food right up to the men | |
| in action. | |
| Our Red Cross at the Front | 100 |
| A typical A. R. C. dugout just behind the lines. | |
| As Seen from Aloft | 140 |
| The aëroplane man gets the most definite impression at | |
| the A. R. C. Hospital at Issordun, which was typical | |
| at these field institutions. | |
| Tickling the Old Ivories | 180 |
| Many an ancient piano did herculean service in the | |
| A. R. C. recreation huts throughout France. | |
| Bandages by the Tens of Thousands | 220 |
| An atelier workshop of the A. R. C. in the Rue St. | |
| Didier, Paris, daily turned out surgical dressings by | |
| the mile. | |
| Never Say Die | 262 |
| Sorely wounded, our boys at the great A. R. C. field | |
| hospital in the Auteuil race track outside of Paris, | |
| kept an active interest in games and sports. |
WITH THE DOUGHBOY IN FRANCE
CHAPTER I
AMERICA AWAKENS
In that supreme hour when the United States consecrated herself to a world ideal and girded herself for the struggle, to the death, if necessary, in defense of that ideal, the American Red Cross was ready. Long before that historic evening of the sixth of April, 1917, when Congress made its grim determination to enter the cause "for the democracy of the world," the Red Cross in the United States had felt the prescience of oncoming war. For nearly three years it had heard of, nay even seen, the unspeakable horrors of the war into which it was so soon to be thrust. It had witnessed the cruelties of the most modern and scientific of conflicts; a war in which science seemingly had but multiplied the horrors of all the wars that had gone before. Science and kultur between them had done this very thing. In the weary months of the conflict that began with August, 1914, the American Red Cross had taken far more than a merely passive interest in the Great War overseas. It had watched its sister organizations from the allied countries, already involved in the conflict, struggle in Belgium and France and Russia against terrific odds; it had bade each of these "Godspeed," and uttered many silent prayers for their success. The spirit of Florence Nightingale and Clara Barton