| 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. |
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| | 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." |
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| Chow | 62 |
| The rolling kitchens, builded on trailers to motor |
| trucks, brought hot drinks and food right up to the men |
| in action. |
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| Our Red Cross at the Front | 100 |
| A typical A. R. C. dugout just behind the lines. |
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| 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. |
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| Tickling the Old Ivories | 180 |
| Many an ancient piano did herculean service in the |
| A. R. C. recreation huts throughout France. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
