To my way of thinking the every-day athletic sports of the English-speaking races make for _a gallant hardihood_. No braver are they, but hardier perhaps, and more agile than their Latin brother-in-arms because of their all-of-the-year-round season of out-of-door recreation. Baseball, golf, hockey, polo, motor-boating, rowing, skiing, football, riding to hounds and what not, even down to the game of marbles, which, after all, is out-of-door exercise for the small boy. Take football, for instance. If medals of honor were given out for _daring physical action and bravery_ that occurs on the “grid-irons” of America, England, Canada and Australia each year even the Kaiser’s _Iron Cross factory_ would be unable to supply the demand. In other words, out-of-door sports make for _alertness_ of mind and body. In this respect they differ from the labor of the soil which, while hardening and muscle-making, is inspiriting from lack of competitive prowess with _a goal in sight_ to work for. It is fine to read about our boys over there. They have taken hold of their end of the big job without splurge or pompous bearing. They have aroused no jealousies, no heart-burnings through competitive ambitions--_they go where sent_. Their inborn initiative spurs them on to deeds that terminate to victories they least expect. It is not a part of their dispositions to “grab all” for honors. They will give rather than take from the credit of their comrades in arms. The old charge of _American brag_ will fall of its own weight on the battlefields of France. To excel is an American trait no less and no more than their brothers in the field of action. One of the blessings that must surely follow in the wake of the great slaughter will be the common understanding that every Allied soldier _did his duty like a man_. Since writing this chapter, I came across an editorial in the New York _Evening Telegram_, which backs up my theory exactly. It reads as follows: “American soldiers and sailors have won the hearts of England and France. ‘I like their keenness,’ said a pain-racked British sergeant through his bandages. ‘It’s good to be fresh and alive to every little happening for you and your boys who can plunge into hades for the first time and keep their heads. You may be sure they will go a long way.’” At Hamel, where the Americans went in with the Australians, Lucien and ’Arry and Paul and Tony and Pat and Izzy stood shoulder to shoulder, one loyally helping the other. The commander-in-chief of the Anzacs, Lieutenant-General Sir John Monash, is a Jew. Hovering over our fighters were an aviator from Fort Wayne, Ind.; one from New York and another from Nogales, Ariz. Of a surety, as Kipling sang:-- “For there is neither East nor West, Border nor breed nor birth, When two strong men stand face to face. Though they came from the ends of the earth.” [Illustration: “In tune with the Infinite”] [Illustration] CHAPTER XVII WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME