The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-07-17

always knew the British were brave, !" they say; 'but how is it possible that in day and night they should have mastered a science we have given all the years of our life to learn ?'' British heavies helped in the de- fence of Verdun. At this moment Bri- tish guns are laundering on the Italian front
 The French say the same of our officers. It takes years to train a French officer. When war broke out our stock of men trained for command was naturally small. Naturally we had to give many men commissions before they were competent. Besides, as our army grew, it and. it's com manders. had to find out what modern warfare was like. How splendidly they have learnt their lesson! In the past there have been mistakes, we are told, but those mistakes have been all wiped out in glory. Today the plans of our general staff almost never go wrong.
 A Subaltern's War
 As for the subaltern land this is a subaltern's war) it would take vol umes to tell of the great deeds done by young fellows who a year or so ago knew no more of soldering than a politician.
 We'll, there they are, soldier and of ficer, infantry, cavalry and artillery, kn incomparab1e fighting force, the glory of our Empire and the pride of our Allies!
 And they know what they are there to do!
 They are there to beat the Hun.
 They have no illusions, they do not think we can make sudden peace with the Hun, and trust him not to use his claws again. They know he must be beaten and broken beyond repair. They have pledged their word to do the job, and we know we can trust them to, do it.
 Well, we. too, have pledged our words to the Great Trust. They have put their lives into the business, and we have put our honor. We are go- ing to see them through; there will be no shortage of shells and guns, there will be no shortage of fresh men, there will be no shortage of any sort of sup plies.
 We Shall Not SIacken
 We sometimes grumble because the sugar and the potatoes are not there, but that is very like your grousing about the bad deeds of the sergeant major. We shall not slacken. They may trust us, as we trust them. And the Word of the Day Is: Flight!
 Fight Fight.
 Tot Very Last Man and Gun!
 We mean it! For the last five months I have been singing those words to British audiences, but they needed no teaching. We mean it! Do not think we are taking things too easily over here! Do not judge us by our froth and our scum! Through black days and bright ories. through menaces, food shortage and aerial attacks, grousing little now and then, but not pausing in our en- deavor, we will figh& es they, are fighting, lads, we will fight! fight! fight; to the very last man.
 Britain's Sacred Trust
 For, though sometimes we pretend to forget it, we know what is at stake. We know that all that is devilish in man and all that is fine in man is at grips in this stupendous, war. We know that to lost now (and not to win is to lose) is to lose forever We know that if we are content with anything tsSS tHan compete VlctOry, the Hun has triumphed, and that for the fu- ture in Europe brute force will know no law. We are fighting for ourselves and our children and our childrens children, and all the tender, lovely things the Hun crushes beneath his brutal hoof. We are fighting for free dom and for civilization against ty- ranny and the powers of he'll The tide is with IJs the end is s11re. but if it were Ept, we know that we