u ^'^ '"^^^ /f' ^'^^iK'. "^^ .v^"" .* -ov^ :^^*< '-^^0^ f'^^S'- -ov^^ ^#^/i^^^'- ^^ ^^-nK '^cicSf^A*. o • ^^-'^-^^ V •° 4^ ^^ ^. .^'/^<>- a'''\^:^^^\ /.'^>.'^-o «■ , ,- .CV,.!S^5«0. St. Paul's Innocents Abroad 13 stuff, and trying to keep warm. They say it isn't cold any more over here — but it has been. I am glad I am not a has been. Last night Ed and I gave a dinner party at the Savoy to the French friends we met on the boat and L's acquaintance. Sewell Haggard had to hurry to sit in the royal box to see L's play. Restaurants don't open until late since the war, and theatres open early; all of course to save heat, light and get the crowds home be- fore midnight^ — ^but it is mighty uncomfortable. At one time the tubes and buses ran often and all night, but thousands of buses have not yet been "demobilised" and coal shortage limits the underground service. I guess we are getting pre- pared by degrees for the great rav- ages of war which we will soon see. These British keep cheerful though the wounded are thick in the streets. We had supper at the Trocadero after the play, the place full of of- ficers, as happy as men can be on lemonade, and a band so noisy that 14 The Diary of Two it would have been vulgar at Coney Island. By twelve fifteen the lights were out and the scramble began for cabs^ — with good old English rain beating on us. Ed and I kept our cab — if you don't pay 'em they have to stick. Innocents Abroad 15 Paris, April 21st. I seem to be considerably behind with my diary but I am hoping to find more time when I get up to the front. I will also be more rested too^ — certainly war was never like this! I remember very hazily crossing the channel from Folkestone to Bou- logne — ^I was all right. Of course the man who tells the story always is, but Ed (who had hoped to get a lit- tle rest himself during the crossing) wasn't able to rest a minute. My great regret was I didn't have a camera in case he is ever heard say- ing he's a good sailor. We got through the red tape fairly easily at the landing, being greatly helped by one of our American Military Police. These boys are everywhere in Europe and are most helpful to travelers. Naturally that isn't their mission. They are stationed in various ports, railway stations, etc., to look after any strays from our ranks, or men i6 The Diary of Two who are on leave and need assistance. I thought them fine fellows, although the M. P. which stands for authority will always be despised by the troops. Ed and I both felt that it was a pretty big moment when we at last were started on the very good French train and began rushing through a country that has filled the front page of every newspaper one has picked up since August 4th, 1914. But I found out during these last years, as we all found out, that we have to go on doing the common place things in life, saying the ordi- nary things, or we couldn't go on at all — ^we would bust. So if what I jot down from day to day isn't full of highfalutin language it hasn't been because I didn't do a little solemn thinking every now and then. Paris is a funny old girl, though — she paints on a gay new face every now and then, and you would think this spring she had not been carrying a pretty haggard countenance for a long while. I can't tell just how Innocents x^broad 17 much the people have really re- covered from this long strain but whatever they feel they don't show. And compared to England it's the land of plenty. The restaurants close early but you can eat and drink as much as you can afford to buy while they are open. A menu in a restaurant is enough to make a man take out his letter of credit and be- gin to figure. At that, they say food is higher in New York, but it seems to stick around longer at home. It is impossible to spend any money with the Colonel for host. When we reached the station in Paris he was there with his big dark limousine — just as he always is in New York — and from that moment it has been a tussle to spend a cent. He looks well and he is certainly well fed. I don't think his cook who looks after him in his flat can be beaten. Our bedrooms are lux- urious with all the comforts of home and yet they haven't the character- istics of our American houses. If you furnished a room absolutely as i8 The Diary of Two it is in the States it would somehow or other look foreign. It takes more than a brass rail to make an Ameri- can bar! All sorts of distinguished people dine with the Colonel. We had din- ner last week with that strange com- posite of statesman-artist — Paderew- ski. Davison was also there and Seward Prosser — 'the talk was all of politics and finance, and the great piano player was right there with the goods. You felt that about the last thing in the world to say to him was: "How about your practicing — ^are you keeping it up?" He seemed a long way off from a key- board. He was very affable. But then Poles are — ^they make it a business. When I promised to keep a diary before I left home I had a sort of an inside arrangement with myself that I would see improving things so as to write of them. It gives a man a noble incentive if he knows his do- ings are going to be read by his children, besides he's afraid of his Innocents Abroad 19 wife. I went to bed every night with the idea of getting up early and going over to St. Chapelle — ^or to have another look at Notre Dame — or to visit the tombs of the Kings at St. Denis. But often when I had been awakened (with a good deal of difficulty) it occurred to me that it was only selfish to do these things alone — ^that I would be better and happier when I was with the chil- dren. That I ought to keep my im- pressions fresh for them. To be sure we took some walks and dined in different quarters of the town just to see how all kinds of life was getting along after a world's war. It seemed to be getting along just as well and Montmartre had the same entertaining horrors — ^waiting — waiting once more for the strang- ers. Ed has a real mission in France — but I hear him coming in now. He is talking in a very high key and I think he has found his orphan. I must go quiet him. Eddie meditating about his orphan Two Innocents Abroad 21 Paris, April 24.th. It wasn't Ed's orphan — ^it was its photograph. Ed's wife told him not to buy her anything, but to give the money for the care of a French orphan for a year instead — a very nice thing to do (and of course Ed will get her something nice besides). Anyway you place the money, France won't lose — ^you can bet on that., Ed thought he'd go right out and pick an orphan as easily as you pick up a paper at a news stand. Down with the penny up with the paper ! He wanted a girl with brown eyes that showed violet lights and golden curly hair. He talked a good deal about her, and felt he was very warm when he found the benevolent lady whose duty it was to secure motherless and fatherless little ones for Americans. Ed was greedy — • while he didn't wish the child bad luck, he did not want her to have any parents of any kind — he wanted a complete orphan for his money. 22 The Diary of Two He went into all sorts of extrava- gances trying to raise an extra sum for the little girl. We went to the races twice— purely to win money for the orphan — once to Auteuil, as pretty a race course as you can ask for. Something funny happened at this meet which I had better put down now while I think of it. There is a stretch of soft green sward which runs directly in front of the grand stand, between that and the turf course. Every- thing goes on on this stretch of lawn except racing talk. It might be a church lawn fes- tival except for certain kind of people present. The principal at- traction was the parade of the dressmakers models — mane- quins, you Innocents Abroad 23 know — ^showing the latest fashions. Great crowds follow them as they walk unconcernedly about and they die a hundred deaths from camera shots. For my wife's sake I was looking at these ladies very strongly so as to tell her what was being worn when all of a sudden I heard runaway hoofs come tearing along, blocked from view by the mass of people. "Runaway, runaway," I cried, want- ing \o save a manequin. The Colonel took his cigar out of his mouth and spoke soothingly: "Be calm, Crandall, be calm; we're at the races." I admitted the drinks were on me. To get back to Ed's orphan. While we went both to Auteuil and Longchamp to raise money we didn't do very well, and I don't see why the betting system is called Paris Mutuals. I don't see anything mu- tual about it. However it didn't make any difference. As I said in the last entry I heard Ed whooping over the photograph of the little 24 The Diary of Two girl and I went in to have a squint at her. The philanthropist lady had written quite a letter, gently leading up to the photograph. It seems in these days most of the first class French orphans have already been snatched up by those miCrcenary Americans. A full orphan, even a male full orphan, is out of the ques- tion and it is a good deal of a strug- gle to get a half one. Then, too, there is a scarcity of little ones who are fatherless, and a gentle effort is being made to m.ake the rapacious American, intent upon doing good out of his own country, pay a yearly sum for the child who has a nice papa but no mother to work for it. Ed got one of these. The snap shot was a long youth of about sev- enteen (unless he grew very rapidly) sitting on his poor father's lap, al- most crushing the life out of the little widower. The background was quite rich and what we presumed to be their chateau. The boy was making an effort to keep his long legs from trailing on the ground but Eddie s Orphan Innocents Abroad 25 it was no use — ^he was a whale — and he swam out of Ed's charitable cal- culations at first glance. Ed may adopt a widower, but we are urging that his wife gets something pretty fine for her good intentions and let it go at that. I don't know why I am wandering on like this when we are starting up to the front tomorrow and I ought to begin writing in diary form. It's a strange thing but when you get right up to an enormity like France in these days there isn't much to say about it. You're part of it, and since you're part of it you go on being as ordinary as ever, no matter how big the thing itself is. If I remember what people say in diaries — those who go on travels: "All is ready for the start." I carry one big bag and a laundry sack, and wear my blonde coat which is the envy of all. We have maps, flasks, and some very good dice. I don't know what we end up in but we start off in a Pierce Arrow. The Red Cross has secured our passes — 26 The Diary of Two and as we enter each new country a letter is to be given us so that we can get through without any daily laisser-passer, permis-de-sejour and all that sort of thing, don't you know. Colonel Burlingame is to go with us. I don't know what rela- tion he is to the San Francisco suburb but he's just as sunny. My last night in Paris and I spend it writing in a green book! Cruel sacrifice ! Col. Burr and the two innocents repairing car. Innocents Abroad 27 Epernay, April 25th. We have been today over the bat- tle fields of the Marne— slightly im- peded by our car which refused to go on the trip having been over the ground a number of times and being conscious that the roads were slightly cut up. You would think any American car would be grateful for any kind of a French road but they soon get spoiled over here. There is nothing dull about a delay on the Marne battle fields however. You can step out of your car right into history. Meaux was the first big stop with its beautiful old flour mills built off the middle of the bridge — the bridge the English blew up in 1914, which successfully stopped the advance of the Germans in that di- rection. This territory is all the more in- teresting to us, for, while the British and the French occupied it at first, it is largely taken over now by our troops. There are rough monuments 28 The Diary of Two at various cross roads erected to the memory of the dead who lie in the fields, and their graves are mostly protected by little railings round which the peasant plows, but the grass has grown long on the resting places of the first boys to fall. From Meaux on we could see signs of destruction in shattered church towers and broken cornices but Burlingame shrugs his shoulders and says "Wait." Chateau Thierry was interesting for our men held that and had to pretty well pulverize the town to do it. I wish we Americans had made our first name for our- selves in some place we could come near pronouncing. As near as I can come to it the place is pronounced Tea-airy — ^all run together. Inci- dentally there is a chateau way up on a hill which no one thinks of. Also in the square the citizens once put up a statue to Fontaine. I want my children to read his fables and try to imagine what he would have thought of this war and could he have made a fable out of it. The Innocents Abroad 29 old gentleman, if he is looking down on us, must be in a state of con- fusion. People used to come all through this region and on toward Nancy to take cures by drinking the waters. I don't see how they can ever do it again when you think what has been spilled into the oozing earth. We went to see a show tonight and the house was full of Americans — • our soldiers are all through here, pretty restless, I guess. Battle fields by day and a show at night ! I don't wonder Ed is — but I don't want it to get around generally that he snores. Two Innocents Abroad 31 St. Menehould, April 26th. Made a good start for Reims to- day (pronounced like rancid with the id left off) and saw the old cathedral looking perky in spite of its hundred odd bombardments. Too bad they couldn't have removed the cathedral as they did the rare champagnes. I don't know where they went (they couldn't tell me) but while they seem to have an abundance in the caves which we walked through it is all new wine. In America we take foreigners up in skyscrapers. Over here they are conducted through the sewers of Paris and the caves of Reims for diversion. The Germans plowed right through Reims with the cathedral as the objective. It's as clean as a gun shot wound — sons of guns indeed. I'm writing at a rough table in a Knights of Columbus hut which is giving us shelter for the night as the town has nothing else to offer. Getting ready for bed won't be com- 32 The Diary of Two plicated as I am too cold to take off my clothes, and the more I think about it the less important it be- comes to brush my teeth. I don't see how all the army discipline in the world can make a soldier wash when he's cold^ — ^and of course I don't know what cold is. I keep thinking of my kids, and wondering if they will be ever over in a place like this, having to put up with miseries that takes the heart out of the young even. It seems to me we ought to toughen them more to prepare for such a possibility. Are wars over? These boys don't think so. We went to a minstrel show to- night, all the talent made up from a darkey regiment — ^one of ours. It was mighty good, and I was proud of them. The second Pierce Arrow, knowing it would have to sleep in St. Menehould expired also and we are now negotiating with a Cadillac that wants to see the world. Pierce-Arrow in trouble Innocents Abroad 33 Luxembourg, April 37th, I'm so dog tired I can barely push a pencil — and unlike the dough boy I ride and don't march with eighty pounds equipment on my back. But we are fairly comfortable here and I may add we have to pay for it, as this snug little duchy has the highest scale of prices yet. It seems to me years since we left this morning — have seen so much. First came Ver- dun entering over what the French call the "Sacred Road" in recogni- tion of the sad freight it carried for so many months: food, shells, wound- ed and dead never ceasing through that unequalled siege. Our ambu- lance corps did great work here be- fore we went into the war and there probably is no field once more under cultivation that hasn't had a little Ford bumping over it with its load of "blesses." With the great over- hang at the rear I don't see how the wounded stood the jolting, but the 34 The Diary of Two car could go where other cars would sink in the mire. At Verdun we went through the citadel of living rock where the of- ficers lived during the siege — ^slept, ate, and made their plans. It is well lighted by electricity, steamheated and quite dry. The Town seems to me badly mutilated but Burlingame still says "Wait." The French in- habitants are coming back and "bus- iness is going on as usual" in some shops. The French are just like cats — places mean more to them than people. As soon as we approached Metz, which is in Lorraine and which the Germans still fondly hoped would remain theirs, the devastation ceased. The Allies moved so quick- ly toward the end it was a rout, and not bombardment and advance, bombardment and advance. Metz looks rather Teutonic but soon those characteristics will wear away, and French with a German accent will ceease to be. The ride up to Luxem- bourg was fine — ^green fields remain- Innocents Abroad 35 ing as the good Lord intended: for the feeding of men not the killing of them. Luxembourg calls itself a little Paris just as every town does over here that wants to get in the lime light. It's little — but it ain't Paris. Wiesbaden Two Innocents Abroad 37 Wiesbaden, April 28th. We are going to be another night in this place and I give warning that tomorrow is to be my ''Thursday afternoon off" and I'm not going to write a line unless it's a check. It makes me feel guilty to head this entry with anything as German as Wiesbaden but that's where we are — kindly treated by the waiters and that class, but very coldly received by the better people. I wondered, as I strolled around the pretty town tonight, when the people of the Allied countries will go to these Ger- man cures again and how welcome will they be when they do return. If England and America stay tem- perate there will be nothing to wash out of our systems anyway. But we can go over there to buy the stuff and then wash it out. We went through to Mayence to come here, branching off at about Treves from the road our men took to go on to Coblenz. Treves is 38 The Diary of Two occupied by the Americans too. It has a little theatre presided over by the American actress, Dorothy Don- nelly, who has been working for months putting on plays with the talent drawn from our troops. We went to renew our acquaintance with her and found her pretty well worn out. Our stage people have done an enormous work both over home, as we know, and among our troops in France. They work for two dollars a day — the pay of a nurse^ — and when you think that some of them are in the habit of earning hundreds a week you see that it has been a real sacrifice. The Overseas Theatre League pay the two dollars daily^ — an organization of theatrical men and women^ — and the board and keep is paid by the Y. M. C. A. At least that is the way I understood it. We crossed the Rhine at Bingen, and Ed sang it: "Bingen, Bingen on the Rhine" to the great distress of the Cadillac which showed an inclination to back fire in the hope of reaching him. It makes you hot Innocents Abroad 39 around the collar to see the fine con- dition of this country and think of the ravaged earth a little ways back. The despoilers must have realized that it was pretty hideous or they would never have thrown up the sponge when it seemed that a Ger- man potato patch might run the risk of being uprooted. Well, I've come to Wiesbaden for for a rest. I've been in four coun- tries and on one ocean trying to get it, and now I'll see what the peaceful German can do for me! Major Smith Two Innocents Abroad 41 Cologne, April 30th. I forgot to say that we picked up Major Smith of the U. S. A. at Treves and he's just given me a cur- ious bit of information, extracted from him when somebody in the crowd objected to using a match for the Ughting of a third cigarette. It was Ed who objected still hoping for good luck when he gets another whack at Paris Mutuals. The Colonel called him a girl — ^Ed looks just like a girl — ^but the Major backed up his masculinity. They trace the superstition to an incident of the Boer War when three English soldiers one dark night on the veldt disobeyed orders arid each lighted a cigarette with one match. The spurt of the flame caught the sight of three of the Boer sharp shooters — and the three Englishmen lay dead. If they were as hard up for matches as England is they couldn't be blamed. This has been some day and it would do me a great deal more good 42 The Diary of Two to look at the Cologne Cathedral by moonlight than write in my green book — but mindful of the little ones at hon e Father will stick to his job. We are as full of the Rhine as the Lorelei but owing to weather condi- tions are more fully clad. We re- traced our way to Mayence then motored straight up to the river to Coblenz, which is "teeming," what- ever that means, with American soldiers. It is our Bridge head, children, and I am proud to say we occupy it nobly and one would think exclusively. If I stood in the middle of any street and yelled out the name of any state in the Union one or more of these soldiers would fly forward to acknowledge their birth- right. They are reserved with the inhabitants but they get along with them. About one boy out of every five can speak German and it isn't hard for the other four to pick up a little, for you can't go very far wrong on the pronunciation. But not one out of a hundred can or ever will speak French, and while there Innocents Abroad 43 has been a great effort among the French to learn a Httle EngUsh, and the pohee go to schools for the pur- pose, you will find a French family living five years in an English speak- ing company and proudly boasting that they know only their own tongue. Therefore, when we hear at home that our boys are hitting it up with the enemy put it down as a lie, but try to understand why it is such rumors might come to us. I was a little disappointed in the castles along the Rhine and think I am just as happy having all my cas- tles in Spain. The stream is so broad it looks like Puget Sound and even the biggest castle way up aloft is dwarfed, but they are gloomy looking brutes which we passed on our side, something like the cen- turies of people tliey have housed. All along the route it was American and English soldiers — the British growing stronger as we approached their Bridge Head, Cologne. The whole mass of those two armies of occupation give the sightseer a com- 44 The Diary of Two fortable sensation. He is darned sure that for a while Fritz's fire works are over. That well-fed, well-set-up opposing force, although it seems to be cooling its heels and dissipating strength, is all rested up^ — ^(the way I hope to be some day) with a lot of surplus energy waiting to be used. They are orderly and the Britishers are certainly smart. Just the same I wouldn't give up a doughboy from Kansas for the Prince of Wales in native Welsh uniform^ — ^and I leave you to figure out what that costume is. The Germans had to pay for our lodging — although I don't know which one of the fourteen points covers the expenditure. Chauffeur Stone and crew of car that turned turtle Innocents Abroad 45 Brussels, May 1st. Although it is May 1st I didn't pick any wild flowers today, but I might have done so as our car turned turtle in its effort to get over in a field and landed us in a ditch. We were just going into Brussels, or near it, and it may have been a judgment on me for not looking out of the window and improving my mind. As a matter of fact I was shooting craps with one of the party, "shoot- ing dice" as an English paper printed the other day, when the accident happened. We were some upset and the blood of Colonel Burlingame is making my hat immortal. We might have been killed and I wish the chauffeur. Stone, had been stunned until we could have left him behind somewhere. He introduces an ele- ment of danger which men past the fighting age do not court. We have dined tonight in our traveling clothes with Mr. and Mrs. Grosjean^ — our others still being in 46 The Diary of Two the ditch. However we didn't take dress clothes — it was a Httle thick to go up to the front with boiled shirts stuffed in our bags. Brussels is put- ting on a bold appearance however, and at the Grosjeans there was a good deal of the pleasant ceremony people must have had before the war. Of course we talked of the war, and as it is the biggest thing the world has ever known we will prob- ably go on talking about it for the rest of our lives. All finance in our day will hinge on it and the next generations are going to be tortured over dates in history such as we older fellows have never suffered. What a lot there will be to learn! How glad I am I got my education when the Norman Conquest and the discovery of America was about all I had to stuff in my noggin, as I went trembling at my examination papers. But for them 1066—1492— 1914 and all the others to follow! When we passed through Liege to- day I remembered how lightly I thought of that valiant fortress in Innocents Abroad 47 July of the year of the war, and how much I thought of it a month later — those were the hot days out home when we were wondering if it was going to be serious. Serious! Col. Burlingame and his Dutch Rock Throwers Two Innocents Abroad 49 Brussels, May 5th. If I were a dishonest man I could pretend in my diary I had been all this time in Brussels with a sore throat and just chronicle "Suffering terribly," but as a matter of fact we have been up in Holland and back again. Nothing to do with the war, I admit, but a little chance to get a rest. There was a good deal of war- fare going on in Holland however, Stone, the chauffeur, starting the battle by loud oaths to the passers by and a ready response from the Hollanders with rocks. I didn't know there were so many rocky formations in Holland — being a bog- gy country. Stone is undoubtedly insane and I would be more at peace in a trench with "Jack Johnsons" and "Big Berthas" aimed at me than in a car with that man driving through Holland. I wish to put it down right here that Holland is a very independent country and will stand no nonsense from anyone. 50 The Diary of Two In spite of his attitude there were moments when I dared enjoy the tulips in the fields which grow as I have never seen them anywhere. They may be bad for the cows but they are awfully good to the eye, — and produce sleep — ^or might have done so if Stone had not been driving. Even so we got to The Hague, I having cleaned out the entire crowd shooting craps. It may not look well to my children to have me re- ferring in this way to games of chance but it kept my mind off of Stone — besides I won the money. Major Smith is trying to throw me for my blonde coat, but it looks as though I shall be wearing his khaki pants very shortly. We all dined with Mr. and Mrs. Westerman, two of their sons and their daughter-in-law also in the party. They live in nothing less than a palace full of rare things which my children could make a wreck of in about a month. Still I should prefer it to a castle on the Rhine — ^and even my own in ''■■ffTM'fi The Blond Coat Col. Wierbreck Innocents Abroad 51 Spain. They are people that seem to invest a place, no matter how lordly, with a comfortable element of simplicity. We found it like meeting with old home folks to see them again. Westerman has a clear mind — and the way he can talk Dutch and English both is too much a gift for the gods to hand any mor- tal. I would like to say we ran up to Amsterdam to see Rembrandt's Night Watch which everybody said we must do, but I can't. They say an English Tommy had a search for it in the gallery but got the name wrong. He was asking for "Sentry Go;" that's what I call the human touch that makes improving the mind go down easier. At Rotterdam we dined very well as guests of Colonel Wierbreck, U. S. A., and managed to escape from Stone long enough to go through the canals with a power boat. It was the best form of transit I've struck for a long time. Wind mills, pas- turage, tulips, cows, cheeses (but not many) everything within reach 52 The Diary of Two without any dust and dirt. I must not forget to mention six goats also. We were alongside two farm houses and those six goats when the engines broke down — simply gave up the ghost and we reluctantly telephoned for our cars. There was no escaping Stone. His arrival was pleasantly delayed, however, and we had a very good meal at one of the farm houses. They served us simply, and took the money, but there is a fine inde- pendence about them which makes 'em a right little, tight little nation. I wish to add that we went to what was supposed to be a musical Revue in Rotterdam^ — ^My God! If Stone had only insulted them it would have been to some purpose. There were no legs, no faces, no music, no dancing, and nothing to hold us but an actor who had his whiskers held up on one side by a wire and the other side by a rope. It made the darkeys back in St. Menehould look like the Russian ballet in their brashest moments. Think I will turn in. I didn't get much rest in Holland. On the dyke in Holland with the goats Col Burr and Eddie at Ostend Innocents Abroad 53 Ostend, May 6th. Every mirror in our dining room in this hotel is peppered by bullets. It looks as though the town of Red Dog had come to Wolfville and shot up the place on one of those "Wolf- ville Nights." Ostend may some day be gay again, but I can't imagine it delirious at any time even in those old days when anybody who talked about a country ever going to war was left to converse with our deaf aunt. It seems to me it will always be British, so thoroughly have they filled it with a sense of themselves in that terrible four years' effort to keep the channel ports. A foolish watering place always looks more ghastly when at a serious business than a commercial city or a capital. Zeebrugge, too, is bowed by the war. The Germans held that, you remember, children, and a British Naval officer tried to bottle up the harbor as did Capt. Hobson during our Spanish war. He hasn't gone 54 The Diary of Two around kissing anyone either, since making a name for himself. But your mother will have to tell you about that. Captain Carpenter also filled a ship with dynamite, headed it toward the great mile long quay and let it dash itself against the massive concrete construction. A great part of the dock was destroyed and many of the enemy killed. Air craft, too, were dropping things on friend and foe alike and I wouldn't advise anyone to bathe in those waters until the explosives that haven't gone off have been pretty well drowned. A British air man told me a funny story today about the Zeppelin raids in London and how we all, in our im- portance, feel that the enemy is out to kill us and nobody else. One little Cockney looked up in a lonely part of London and saw a Zep— miles away but seemingly over him. The little fellow ran for blocks be- fore he dared look up again but when he did there it was still. "Blimey," groaned the Cockney, "It's follow- Innocents Abroad 55 ing me." I think that will be my exit speech to night. Tomorrow we get to Paris, — and then I hope to have a rest. Ypres Cathedral Arras Two Innocents Abroad 57 Paris, May 7th. Burlingame was right when he said "Wait." Today we have seen the devastation made by those same people who squealed when we ap- proached their turnip fields. Get out your maps and draw a line from Ostend to Lille, on to Arras (pitiful Arras) through Doullens and all that region of the Somme down to Am- iens. I wish now for the first time in my life I had used my pen for something else than figures, so that I might tell of it. But we must all come over some day, for the visits of the strangers will build up France more quickly than indemnities. It's all graves and dust and little heaps of stone and mortar. And Chim- neys! A chimney always speaks for a family — ^little boys and girls and good French soup over the fire. They say the French will come back to the powdered heaps of homes and build it up again. We are of new blood in America. We don't mind 58 The Diary of Two making a fresh start. We sort of enjoy moving on to other places. But if we told a Frenchman to come to America because his house was pulverized he would probably think I was trying to sell him a gold brick, or a town lot in Tombstone. At Amiens they were taking down the sand bags from the cathedral — or just beginning to. I suppose they thought it wasn't safe until Stone had passed through. Our party, or rather part of our party, did linger. We had by this time acquired two Cadillacs, the one in the rear carry- ing all the baggage — except the dice. And the baggage car went to smash. We didn't know it until we reached Paris, but I had on my blonde coat so it didn't trouble me any. I'm no boulevardier — how do you spell it — ■ but I'll match the world with that coat on — ^all except khaki — can't go up against khaki. Never thought an ugly color like that would grow to look so beautiful. I'm getting to the end of my green book and "a feeling of sadness comes Amiens Cathedral ''JBt^fJ vr Innocents Abroad 59 o'er me," not because I'm not going to hang over it every night Uke a lover, but that I expected this story to end up in some noble sentiment. I thought I might cook up one sen- timent anyway. I've got some way down as I've said, when I look at the rows of books on the stalls about the war, and I think how many people have been able to shoot off their mouths about it, it did seem to me that with as clear a head for figures as I have, I could figure up some- thing to say that would close up a diary prettily. But after this trip, even winning as much money as I have, I feel quite undersize. And I keep looking at the fine cane the boys gave me, and I wonder if it wouldn't have made all the differ- ence in the world in the way I'm feeling just now if I had had a full head of hair, and a little spring in my legs, and a few more years off my age, and had been carrying, instead of a cane, those eighty pounds on my back and a gun over my shoulder. I guess those are about the only peo- 6o The Diary of Two pie right now who don't feel small when somebody says Arras or Ver- dun or Chateau Thierry. I thank the good Lord the boys have got that much out of it. Now I'm going over to London and get good and rested. JH108 85 ^ ^'^-- \'m^^,^ j^ c v.<.^ /^fe\ \./ .'^SC^% %.^^ > ^. o 4 -a? ' 0^ -0^. ^"V. V 0^ I*:,*-' V HECKMAN BINDERY INC. ^^ FEB 85 ■^S^l^ N. MANCHESTER, J- ♦ AT ^ •