The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-16

French territoria1s in the old-time red and blue uniform with baggy trousers.
 The most striking thing in this great field of activity was the regu- lartty with which it was all going on, suggesting a perfection and sureness of organization. There was no confu- sion, and this tremendous machinery of warfare was running with the pre- cisiOn and smoothnesS of the delicate works of watch.
 General Antoine and Minister Pain 1eve now turned off to the living quarters. The big barracks stretch ed for half mile ahead-substantiaI temporary one-story structures of cor rugated iron with an inner double sheathing of heavy paper felt. There was blast of bugles and ruff1e of drums, saluting the Commanding General and the Minister. And as the sharp notes sounded, hundreds of French soldiers-the poilus-who were camped along the route, chat ting in groups, sitting at rough benches, and doing their hundreds of little camp duties, sprang to atten- tion and stood there like statues as the General passed by. Those with guns brought the piece sharply to present arms while most of the poilus taken unawares in their rough-and- ready garb, were without arms and SaluC6d cap.
 It was a striking scene, these poi Jus standing rigid, not in regular ar ray but scattered and nassed for a half a mile along a dusty battle route, some on the road, others on the rising slopes, with their Com manding officer passing among them. The General paused as we neared one group of twenty grimey "a 1-;4z the ovens smoking and giving off an odor of soldier rations.
 Are the men content with the food" asked the General, haIting and addressiEs by name one of the poi Jus.
 'fYes, my General,'' answered the poilus, his face beamfng.
 And the rice, do the men like it,'' queried the General.
 f'No, my General, they will not eat it."
 The poi1us was very definite in condemning the rice portion of the ration, and had no hesitation in ex- pressing this disaprpoval to the Gen eral. General Antoine asked many other questions as to the food, and was answered in the same frank and smiling way.
 This was a typical encounter be-
 
 Army Corps and a plain French poi Jus. and it showed the inherent dem- ocracy of the French army, the real comradrie between officers and men. Here was a Corps Commander ad- dressing a private soldier familiarly by name, and knowing the name of this one man in forty thousand en- countered by hazard, for they say General Antoine knows every man by hi
 Entering the barrarcks, the poi1us were ranged at attention alongside their long lines of hunks. Every thing was spic and span; floors clean, bedclothes piled neatly. mattresses stunning in the windows. There was the same orderly arrangement in the huge eating quarter, Kitchens and elsewhere. Outside the barracks, on the sloping terrace, the poi1us had planted artistic flower beds, with huge letters in flowers spelling Jof- ire, Castelnau, Antoine and the other commanders. A huge stock of shells rose among these flowers, and the poilus had stood some of these mon ster shells on end with a bunch of flowers and a, French flag in the nose of the projecules.
 General Antoine took a personal