Four persons have come to my house to-day (Sunday) in the hope that I may find their missing kinsmen, and two more have appealed to me on the telephone and two more still have sent me notes.

Since I began this letter, Mrs.Page insisted on my going out on the edge of the city to see an old friend of many years who has just lost both his sons and whose prospective son-in-law is at home wounded.

The first thing he said was: "Tell me, what is America going to do ?" As we drove back, we made a call on a household whose nephew is "missing."-- "Can't you possibly help us hear definitely about him ?" This sort of thing all day every day must have some effect on any man.

Then--yesterday morning gave promise of a calm, clear day.

I never know what sensational experience awaits me around the next corner.