It would indeed seem so.

Men looking from the windows of the big shops--those great shops where army supplies were manufactured--noticed them with much the same thought, some of them admiringly, some resentfully, as they chanced to feel about things.

They drove past building after building, buildings in which hundreds of men toiled on preparations for a possible war.

The throb of those engines, sight of the perspiring faces, might suggest that rather large, a trifle extravagant, a bit cumbersome, was the price for peace.

But these girls did not seem to be thinking of the possible war, or of the men who earned their bread thwarting it by preparation.