I have had a pretty full program since the day of the parade. Sunday I dined again at the Larlenque's and afterwards Bernard and I promenaded on the Avenue Bois de Boulogne. There were uniforms of all the allied armies, even a few American scattered in the throng. Afterwards we called on the Thurneyssens, the parents of the aspirant whom I met at Pont Suippes. I left with them some pictures I had taken of him at the front. I stood there like a perfect dummy when Bernard introduced me to the Madame, for I discovered for the first time I didn't know a single word of polite-society French. I almost let slip the poilu equivalent for "glad to know you, old chap," but it dawned on me that I was in Paris, not at the front, and I kept silent. Showing her the photographs, however, started the ball rolling and I had no trouble after that.
Even the French are crazy about Charlie Chaplin. Barney Faith and I saw him in "The Vagabond" at the Passy Cinema this evening!
Just as I am leaving, the front gets active again. Mont Cornillet is seeing some very heavy artillery fire once more and the French are launching a big
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