alphabetical order."




To The Glory Of The Women Of France



I left the war zone with an increased respect, if this were possible,
for the men of France. They have altered their uniforms, but the
spirit is unchanged. They are no longer in the red and blue of the
old days, but in shades of green, grey and blue, colours blending
to form one mighty ocean--wave on wave of patriotism--beating
against and wearing down the rocks of military preparedness of
forty years, and as no man has yet been able to say to the Ocean
stop, so no man shall cry "Halt" to the Armies of France.

I have spoken much of the men of France, but the women have
also earned our respect--those splendid peasant women, who
even in times of peace worked, and now carry a double burden on
their shoulders--the middle-class women, endeavouring to keep
together the little business built up by the man with years of toil,
stinting themselves to save five francs to send a parcel to the man
at the Front that he may not suspect that there is not still every
comfort in the little homestead--the noble women of France, who in
past years could not be seen before noon, since my lady was at
her toilette, and who can be seen now, their hands scratched and
bleeding, kneeling on the floors of the hospitals scrubbing, proud
and happy to take their part in national service. The men owe