ne, with the guns belching out fla

e garden. A huge man with a little head and a great personality, proud of one thing only, that is, that he is a descendant of Jack Sheppard. With him, to my delight, was Maurice Baring (his A.D.C.). Th

e. "Boom" worked hard all the time I painted. A few days later Baring told me that he had spoken to "Boom" and told him how much

It made a tremendous impression on me then, and still does. I think it is one of the

here there was to be a test fight between a German Albatross, which had been captured intact, and one of our machines. The fight was a failure, however, as just after they got up something went wrong with the radiator of the Albatross; but later Captain

time was the difference between nudity and uniform-while bathing one could look at and study all these fine lads, and I would think of one, "Gee! there's an aristocrat. What a figure! What refinement!" and of another, "What a badly-bred, vulgar, common brute!" Later they wo