THE BRAWLER At the time of the great military maneuvers of September, 1913, Viviers was an important center of the operations.

All the district was brightened with a swarming of red and blue and with martial ardor.
Alone and systematically, Brisbille was the reviler.

From the top of Chestnut Hill, where we were watching a strategical display, he pointed at the military mass.

"Maneuvers, do they call them?
I could die of laughing! The red caps have dug trenches and the white-band caps have bunged 'em up again.

Take away the War Office, and you've only kids' games left." "It's war!" explained an influential military correspondent, who was standing by.
Then the journalist talked with a colleague about the Russians.
"The Russians!" Brisbille broke in; "when they've formed a republic----" "He's a simpleton," said the journalist, smiling.
The inebriate jumped astride his hobby horse.