Chapter XII: The Girl Who Went to War 278

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