THE SPOILS OF THE VICTOR

After a hectic tour of America, the mighty Marshal of France is safely aboard his steamer homeward bound. He returns like a Roman Emperor back from the wars, laden with trophies of every conceivable sort. His triumph beggars description. But unlike most men their duty is done, he need not fear for his future. If he wishes to set up as a lawyer, he has more than a score of LL. D. degrees, conferred by the highest universities of the land-surely no one will question his competence to serve at the bar. Or if manual labor has a stronger appeal to the rugged soldier, his job is cut out for him-he has a bonafide membership card in the Stone Mason and Setters' Union No. 84 of Greater New York, B. M. & P. I. J. (Whatever that means). If the movies appeal to him, he can make a great hit with the French public, who never tire of Wild West films, by donning his official Indian regalia and assuming the role of Watakpech Wakiya, the title the Sioux have bestowed on him. If he chooses to found a menagerie, his guinea-pig and wildcat will make a suitable beginning; but no doubt the jewelry business would prove still more profitable.

But though he departs as a consueror, it is not bodies but hearts that he has conquered; his spoils are the voluntary tribute of a grateful nation; and as he sails down the bay in triumph, his conquered people rise to wish him the heartiest Bon Voyage!