Dear Dr. Barton Jacobs:
—After three years of the most frightful cataclysm, France is always up. She has saved herself and the civilized world; at which cost you may think of it by the narrations you may read; they are nothing compared with the reality. Some of the oldest and richest provinces (in soil, industry, and art) are now a desert. Today, tomorrow and days after tomorrow we must use all our energy and money in building again and in helping those who are in awful distress. Among the latter are the medical faculties, and I hesitate no more to send you and the U. S. confrères the most earnest appeal. If indiscretion is not too great, will you allow me to ask you to be an intermediary for this international medical problem: to give our spoiled confrères the necessary means to come back and live in their devastated homes.