se with him the harder, the more dangerous, and
the dirtier the job, the more must he smile and "jolly" about it.

"They had come to France to do a certain piece of work. It was a
bloody, dusty, sweaty, unclean, disagreeable one, and they proposed to
finish it. . . . We are a people given to discounting futures, and the
average American soldier, to put it bluntly, discounted being killed in
action. If our Allies, whose fortitude was sustained in a dark hour by
the way that our men fought, could have probed what was in the mind of
these Americans, they would have found still further reason for faith
in our military strength." So declares Major Palmer of General
Pershing's staff.

Raymond Fosdick says the character of the American soldier was shown
when a Y.M.C.A. secretary asked a large body of _Yanks_ to write on
little slips of paper distributed to them what they thought were the
three greatest sins in a soldier. When the papers were passed back and
examined, it was found that they agreed unanimously upon the first sin.
It was cowardice. And almost unanimously upon the second. It was
selfishness. And the third was big-headedness.

The _Yank_ is wonderfully free from the sins he hates. Dashing,
fearless, willing to die rather than to surrender, unable, as General
Bundy said, to understand an order to retreat, he is always a
"jollier." It is said one platoon of _Yanks_ went "over the top"
wearing tall silk hats with grenades in one hand and carrying pink
parasols in the other. This may be only a story of what the _Yanks_
would have done if permitted, but it is true to their nature.

The _Yanks_ have written the noblest chapter of American history. They
have honored their fathers and mothers, their churches, the American
public school, and the land of Washington and Lincoln. Those who sleep
beneath foreign soil have not died in vain.

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DUTY

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, "_Thou must_,"
The youth replies, "I _can_."

WHERE THE FOUR WINDS MEET

There are songs of the north and songs of the south,
And songs of the east and west;
But the songs of the place where the four winds meet
Are the ones that we love the best.

"And where do the four winds meet?" you ask.
The answer is ready at hand--
"Wherever our dear ones chance to be
By air, or by sea, or land."

So the sailor, keeping