How the mighty have fallen! There is a deplorable village in France, in Picardy we believe, which used to boast that coust ins of the great Georges Carpentier dwelt there. That was the only thing which could relieve the utter monotony of this wayside collection of houses and barns and insignificant shops with only a couple of equally insignificant estaminets to relieve the traveller's thirst. During the war British troops found themselves there at times for a rest, and while they wondered at the very existence of the place or any purpose for its existence, tha inhabitants never allowed them to depart without the astonishing news that two cousins of the great Georges were there, and on one occasion in the dim and distant past Georges himself
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.