but everyone knows what it means. It's half way between water
and red wine, with the kick mostly in the taste. It is served
as an army ration. The poilu's canteen is always full of it.

[Illustration: "We ain't no thin red 'eroes,..]

"We ain't no thin red 'eroes, Nor we aren't no blackguards too."

[Illustration: One of the Agent-de-ville = M.P. teams of Paris]
One of the Agent-de-ville = M.P. teams of Paris patrolling the
boulevard. They have authority over both Yank and poilu.

Paris 1919

[Illustration: Belgian Types]

[Illustration: The Tommy]
The Tommy--Montdiddier 1918

[Illustration: In the month of July]

[Illustration: Caught by a star shell...]
Caught by a star shell at a listening post, and attempting to "freeze"
like a rabbit with the hunter upon him, to look as much like a lump of
mud as possible until the glare dies down.

[Illustration: Americans quartered in the mediaeval
monastary of Pont St. Maxence]

[Illustration: French Colonial Types]