_German 'Planes visiting Cassel._] The people of Cassel loved the Tommy, so the latter had a good time there.
One day I drew German prisoners at Bailleul.

They had just been captured, 3,500 in one cage, all covered with lice--3,500 men, some nude, some half-nude, trying to clean the lice off themselves.

It was a strange business.

The Boche at the time were sending over Jack Johnsons at the station, and these men used to cheer as each shell shrieked overhead.
It was at Cassel I first began to realise how wonderful the women of the working class in France were, how absolutely different and infinitely superior they were to the same class at home; in fact no class in England corresponded to them at all.

Clean, neat, prim women, working from early dawn till late at night, apparently with unceasing energy, they never seemed to tire and usually wore a smile.
I remember one girl, a widow; her name was Madame Blanche, who worked at the "Hotel Sauvage." She was about twenty-two years of age, and she owned a house in Cassel.