Impressions of Brittany in
I Tar Time
bay which Guy de Maupassant called the third most
beautiful bay in the world. It was an inspiring
sight, brave and gay ! Smiling young faces and
glistening eyes marching to war under their canopy
DRUMMER BOY OF THE GYMNASTIC
SOCIETY “ EN AVANT”
of roses.
“ Halt ” The men come to a standstill, and
the corporal who has trained them goes down each
line and shakes hands with each
departing soldier, and the cheer¬
ful “ Au revoir mon caporal ”
sounds down the lines, and then
away they march again, and the
nodding red June roses is the
last farewell we have from
them.
The dignity and grace of the
tall, slim girls in their simply
draped shawls that give such classic elegance to
the figure, crowned by the close-fitting bonnet of
fine, white tulle, is fascinating. The energetic
little Sardinieres in their caps of embroidered filet
and stout sabots seem of another race, yet they
are every jot as interesting.
To watch the variegated panorama that passes
along the rue Jean Bart is a never ending pleasure
to the person who has eyes to see and nerves that
cannot be shattered by the incessant clack of
sabots striking the stone pavement, with the
peculiar clean-cut unreverbexating sound that we
have learned to love. It is the music that haunts
the fisherman in his lonely night vigils at sea—the
music of “ Le pays Breton.” F. A.
M. Dalimier, Under-Secretary of State for the
Fine Arts in France, has charged M. Paul Ginisty,
Inspector-General of Historic Monuments, with the
preparation of a “ Livre d’Or ” recording the names
of all members of the profession of art in France
whose lives have been sacrificed in defence of the
fatherland during the present war. According to
a list published in July the number of French
artists, architects, and students of the chief Paris
schools who had fallen on the field of battle had
then reached nearly two hundred.
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226
I Tar Time
bay which Guy de Maupassant called the third most
beautiful bay in the world. It was an inspiring
sight, brave and gay ! Smiling young faces and
glistening eyes marching to war under their canopy
DRUMMER BOY OF THE GYMNASTIC
SOCIETY “ EN AVANT”
of roses.
“ Halt ” The men come to a standstill, and
the corporal who has trained them goes down each
line and shakes hands with each
departing soldier, and the cheer¬
ful “ Au revoir mon caporal ”
sounds down the lines, and then
away they march again, and the
nodding red June roses is the
last farewell we have from
them.
The dignity and grace of the
tall, slim girls in their simply
draped shawls that give such classic elegance to
the figure, crowned by the close-fitting bonnet of
fine, white tulle, is fascinating. The energetic
little Sardinieres in their caps of embroidered filet
and stout sabots seem of another race, yet they
are every jot as interesting.
To watch the variegated panorama that passes
along the rue Jean Bart is a never ending pleasure
to the person who has eyes to see and nerves that
cannot be shattered by the incessant clack of
sabots striking the stone pavement, with the
peculiar clean-cut unreverbexating sound that we
have learned to love. It is the music that haunts
the fisherman in his lonely night vigils at sea—the
music of “ Le pays Breton.” F. A.
M. Dalimier, Under-Secretary of State for the
Fine Arts in France, has charged M. Paul Ginisty,
Inspector-General of Historic Monuments, with the
preparation of a “ Livre d’Or ” recording the names
of all members of the profession of art in France
whose lives have been sacrificed in defence of the
fatherland during the present war. According to
a list published in July the number of French
artists, architects, and students of the chief Paris
schools who had fallen on the field of battle had
then reached nearly two hundred.
FRENCH MILITARY TYPES
226