From the horror of dead and wounded that I saw in just my little corner of war work, my mind is constantly seeking to escape. Again I see the sad, appealing eyes of the terribly disfigured men in the face and jaw hospital in Paris. Again I hear the call: 'Clear the way for the blind!' and see our sightless boys slowly making their way down the gangplank to their homeward-bound ships at Brest. And the armless ones and legless ones! And the insane! How many thousands of such has this war made!

Our time will be remembered as one of reconciliation for the great European enemies during the World War. Statesmen of France, Germany, Poland, Czecho-Slovakia, Italy, and Great Britain realized that nations were interdependent and that what was disastrous to one would be disastrous to all.

Hundreds of babies are fed and washed and wrapped in warm, new baby flannels and placed back again into grateful mothers' arms. All day and all night they come, one constant stream from evacuated towns, with tales too pitiful to listen to, and yet always with courtesy and graciousness that almost shames.