It seems that a Frenchman, returning from his day’s toil, forgot to flash his password, which is a red taillight, or something. And the patrol took him for a boche and gave chase. Fortunately for himself, he glimpsed his pursuers in time and turned on the required signal.

Today there has been a big demand for first-floor rooms.

Friday, August 24. Paris.

An American major⁠—it is interdict by the censor to mention the names of any officers save General Sibert and General Pershing⁠—asked a friend in London to buy him an automobile and ship it here for his use. The Londoner was able, after much difficulty, to purchase one of those things that grow so rapidly in Detroit. He packed it up and mailed it to Le Havre. From there it had to be driven to Paris.