Early in the war J.B. adopted a French soldier and furnishes him with a monthly allowance of tobacco. Incidentally, he is also lubricating his rusty French by carrying on a correspondence with his "filleul de guerre" who writes him from the trenches, "somewhere in France."
In a recent letter, the soldier informed his American benefactor that "hier j'ai tu� deux Boches. Ils sont all�s � l'enfer." (Yesterday I killed two Boches. They went straight to hell.) The censor wrote between the lines, "Il est defendu de dire o� est l'ennemi." (It is forbidden to tell where the enemy is!)