Trenches and barbed wire run all along the beach--I suppose to help in case of an invasion.

But an invasion is impossible in my judgment.

Holy Moses! what a world!--the cannon in the big battle in France roaring in our ears all the time, this cannon at our door likely to begin action any night and all the rest along the beach and on the way to London, and this is what we call rest! The world is upside down, all crazy, all murderous; but we've got to stop this barbaric assault, whatever the cost.
Ray Stannard Baker is spending a few days with us, much to our pleasure.
With love to Leila and the babies, Yours affectionately, W.H.P.
_To Arthur W.Page_ Rest Harrow, Sandwich Beach, Sandwich, Kent, England.
May 20, 1918.
DEAR ARTHUR: ...

I can't get quite to the bottom of the anti-English feeling at Washington.

God knows, this people have their faults.