Up to last Christmas, grey-haired, comfortable Mrs. Emma Van Coutren of New York City boasted eleven children in uniform: three WAGs, six bluejackets, one soldier and one merchant seaman. On Christmas Day, Child No. 12, young James, joined the Marines. Last week, after writing her usual dozen letters to her far-flung family, Mrs. Van Coutren made it a baker's dozen with a business like report to Franklin Roosevelt: "I am sorry to inform you, Mr. President, that the source of supply is now exhausted. . . .Selective Service will have to look elsewhere."
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