The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No32 (August 11, 1922)] . In Coblenz he is paid more thanthe burgomeister and twice as muchas the supreme judge. No wonder thatAmerican officers on leave in theStates contrive to slip over to Coblenzto spend their free weeks there. Nowonder our aging generals and colo-nels, when once the Army has put themon retirement pay, make tracks at oncefor the nearest ship and arefound a fortnight later stak-ing out cozy quarters on theRhine. Coblenz is fairlychoked with them, and onereason why it is impossiblefor the passerby to squeezeinto the Coblenzerhof is be-ca
The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No32 (August 11, 1922)] . In Coblenz he is paid more thanthe burgomeister and twice as muchas the supreme judge. No wonder thatAmerican officers on leave in theStates contrive to slip over to Coblenzto spend their free weeks there. Nowonder our aging generals and colo-nels, when once the Army has put themon retirement pay, make tracks at oncefor the nearest ship and arefound a fortnight later stak-ing out cozy quarters on theRhine. Coblenz is fairlychoked with them, and onereason why it is impossiblefor the passerby to squeezeinto the Coblenzerhof is be-cause that hostelry is packedwith retired American gener-als. You see them beamingon the terrace there—spend-ing three hours for lunch andfour for dinner and growingplumper and rosier and moremellow with every passingweek. (Continued on page 29) Waiting for the train—and not a smile on a single frauleins face. Above, Here comes the bride, likewise the Herr Leutnant ?—a familiar sight in Coblenz these days AUGUST lit 1922 PAGE 7 BushwhackingBefore Kitza. A Story of the North Russian Campaign By Daniel H. Steele AMOANING wind, skimming thebluff-tops of the Vaga, sawedits way into the gloom of theforest. It brought promise of astorm from the gray clouds it fled be-neath. It shook snow flurries from thesagging trees and whirled the snow inthe clearings into fresh drifts. ButPrivate Brankin in his observation postwas sheltered somewhat in a crannywhere the bluff leaned out toward theriver, giving him a view as far as Vis-tavka and the bend. He was cold andpainfully cramped. But he was studyingsomething of such interest that his dis-comfort was, for the moment, dug his stinging toes savagely intohis rough wool socks and cursed hisclumsy Shackleton boots. There had been uncommon activityin Vistavka during the afternoon and,after more or less experimental squint-ing through a pair of frozen binoculars,he made out several companies of menand a number of sleighs forming
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