A newspaper correspondent, writing from Wazzan behind the French lines, thus began his daily despatch on the Moroccan War (TIME, May 11, et seq.) : "One requires no map in order to follow operations in this important sector. One can install oneself comfortablyexcept for the flies, whose buzzing might be taken for Abd-el-Krim's air service on a shady cafe terrace and drink cool beer while a friendly French officer explains the situation with a magnificent panorama of mountains stretched out before one for orientation."
The war last week was slack. The two armies pecked...