National Geographic : 1917 Nov
Photograph from Harriet Chalmers Adams FRENCII SOLDIERS MARCHING ON TIHE RUE ROYALE ingly happy, and oh, so grateful. Each new taxi takes its load, until presently only the "Monkey Boy," the "Infant," and myself are left. The baby soldier doesn't seem to mind that the big fellow's arm is around his shoulder-in fact, he seems to like it. I direct our driver to take me home first, because they want a longer ride, they tell me. As we speed along, in spite of my best efforts the conversation lags; then dies utterly. A deep gloom seems to have settled upon my two companions, and suddenly I begin to understand; for I know the look which says, "I am leaving all this behind." I sense the heartache behind the smiling face. I feel the utter cruelty of it all, so I don't talk about it. When it comes time for us to part I only ask, "And so you two are going out to night?" The brave little "Infant" grins painfully as he tells me: "Yes, for us it's over the top and the best o' luck." SoI say, "God bless you." It's all one can say, you know. THE MID-WINTER NUMBER The unprecedentedachievement of suc cessfully completing 23,000,000 pages of four-color, as represented in the 700, ooo copies of the Flag or October' Nunt ber of the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC 1\'AGA zINE-work which could only be done in the hours of daylight, because of the ne cessity for perfect registration-together with delays in delivery, owing to the congestion of transportation, seriously retarded the early completion of that truly remarkable issue. It therefore has been deemed advisable to incorporate the contents of the November and December GEOGRAPHIC in this one issue, as the mid winter number.