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 tué deux Boches. Ils sont allés à l'enfer." (Yesterday I killed two Boches. They went straight to hell.) The censor wrote between the lines, "Il est defendu de dire où est l'ennemi." (It is forbidden to tell where the enemy is!)