One thing more. Let us educate our young men to be strong and hard. Let us guard against influences that tend to soften or make for effeminacy, so that, when future need arises, the coming generation may be able successfully to cope with conditions similar to those which confronted our troops in the Champagne. Let us weed out the poison which is eating into the marrow of our national life--the cry for pleasure or youthful liberties. Then, too, let us instil in the youth of our nation simple faith, a firm belief in the Lord God, whose will directs the destinies of mankind. Those who went through the battle of the Champagne agree in saying that without a firm belief in God they never would have been able to live through those harrowing days, and to the handful, who lacked faith, faith came amid shower of shells, during attacks of bayonets. A DAY'S WORK WITH A FRENCH SUBMARINE _An American s Experience under the Sea_ _Told by Fred B. Pitney, by Authority of the French Minister of Marine_ This story is told from "a certain formidable naval base on the coast of France." The American who relates it went out on scout duty on a submarine--for a single day. He tells how it feels to dive, the sensation of being shot at--not "unpleasant or trying on the nerves." Mr. Pitney is one of the war correspondents for the _New York Tribune_. I--"WE FIRED NINE SHOTS AND SUNK BENEATH THE SEA" To appear on the surface, fire nine shots at an enemy vessel and disappear in safety, untouched, below the surface, all in the space of forty-five seconds--this, I believe, constitutes a submarine record. Yet, this feat I witnessed as an observer on board a French submarine in active service. Before this I was a passenger on a vessel that was attacked by a submarine. A torpedo was launched at us from below the surface, while we were anxiously trying to pick up the periscope of the submerged vessel, for we were in dangerous waters. We had just discovered the periscope when the torpedo was sent at us. Five minutes later the submarine came to the surface and fired a round at us from the gun abaft the turret we lay to and the passengers were transferred in a small boat from the passenger vessel to the submarine. It was then that I was on board the submarine while it attacked another vessel. Thus, on the afternoon in question I participated in all the phases of submarine warfare, including entering a harbor protected with net and floating mines, filled with warships and surrounded with land batteries. Possibly the most exciting moment of all in an afternoon filled with thrills was when one land battery, uncertain of our identity, fired three shots across our bows and we had to lie to and prove who we were with a string of signal flags before we could proceed on our tortuous path among the mines.