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]
French Colonial Types: White, black, and half-way
From Algeria
A Zouave
From Morocco
[Illustration: Kamarad!]
"P.Gs" (prisonneurs de la guerre) who are keeping in physical trim by
lumber work in a forest where once the kings of France took their
morning walks
Croix St. Ouen 1918
[Illustration: A Yank going on leave...]
A Yank going on leave having a midnight cup of "vin rouge" in a
compartment of a Permissionnares' Train--with a soixante-quinze gunner,
a sailor from a submarine, a chasseur, an aviation sergeant, and several
infantrymen.
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