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NZ Truth, Issue 743, 13 September 1919, Page 4

Lord French's memoirs, at present appearing serially m a »{" g are as full of bitterness as tho ft»JJJ of his former chief mus e who read who knew h/m so intimately as a man wo (Ld not know His own place and wno Sal" and again In ttja eorijr days nf ; tho war courted disaster toy attempting to combine his post -as War SS with that of a son of Sup e| - Commarider-in-Chief m the field. A Brussels correspondent says that to wa?k m the streets of that miniature Paris is like picking Xpur way through the shell-holes of a battlefield. Nobody attempted to repair them during the war, nor has anything been done since. There are great pools of water where the paving stones have sunk and where the passage of heavy guns have dented the roadway. Tommy or any other recognisable Englishman sets a rough time at the hands of the hawkers who flock to the boulevards. He is hemmed m by sellers of "Enelish" matchesthat won't strike, "Bnslisli" soap which won't wash, and "English" cigars which he smokes first and is sorry for afterwards. Our troops, however, are enjoying themselves; and the public are amazingly patient at the delay m restarting work.