© _Underwood & Underwood._ Captain James Norman Hall, An American ace who was captured and made a prisoner of war by the Germans.] Four days later Genet wrote: “The evening before last definite news was brought to us that a badly smashed Nieuport had been found by French troops. Beside it was the body of a sergeant-pilot which had been there at least three days and had been stripped of all identification papers, flying clothes and even the boots. They got the number of the machine, which proved without further question that it was poor Mac. “Mac has been buried right there beside the road, and we will see that the grave is decently marked with a cross. The Captain brought back a square piece of canvas cut from one of the wings, and we are going to get a good picture we have of Mac enlarged and placed on this with a frame. I suppose that Thaw or Johnson will attend to his belongings which he had asked to be sent to you. In the letter which he had left in case of his death he concludes with the following words: ‘Good luck to the rest of you. Vive la France!’ “All honor to him, Paul. The world, as well as France, will look up to him just as it is looking up to your fine brother and the rest who have given their lives so freely and gladly for this big cause. “The Captain has already put in a proposal for a citation for Mac, and also one for me. Mac surely deserved it, and lots more, too.” McConnell was awarded the Croix de Guerre with palm. A “LEGENDARY HERO” The Place in Fame to Which the French Assign Their Miracle “Ace” In that charming French style of which he is a known master, Henry Bordeaux tells the story of a frail little boy, delicate as a girl and having the general appearance of one, with his long curls, his too pretty face, his pale complexion, his gentle manners. Because he was so frail of body and so uncertain of health he was closely looked after by the women of the household, which means, among other things, that he was quite thoroughly spoiled. The child looked like a little princess, as though adapted more to a future of effeminate surroundings, not like a boy in whose infant breast waited a great spirit. One day, when the child was about six years old, it suddenly occurred to the father that they were taking a wrong course with the boy. After reflection he took the boy on his knee and said to him: “I’ve a great mind to take you with me where I am going.” “Where are you going, papa?” “Where I am going only men go.” “I wish to go with you.” The father hesitated, but finally said: “After all, it is better to be too soon than too late. Get your hat. I’ll take you.” He took him to the hair-cutter’s. “I’m going to have my hair cut,” said the father. “How about yours?” “I wish to do as the men do,” the boy answered. And the beautiful curls were shorn. There were tears when the mother folded her transformed darling to her breast, but the child stiffening proudly declared: “Je suis un homme!”