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November 19, 1917

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French and British Heroes Loud in Their

Praise of Progress Made by Selective Service Soldiers

Veterans from Western Front Surprised at Readiness of Men Here to Receive Advanced Training

            That Upton has emerged from the adolescent stage of a military camp’s life and is coming out into full adulthood is becoming more and more manifest with the presence here of French and British instructor-officers and the progress noted in the intensive training which their advent marks. Gas masks, trench training and bayonet drill are some of the things which spell advance toward the real fighting. The Allied experts are here to promote progress along these and other lines.

                        Expect Great Things.

            Expecting to find raw civilian material as their unshaped clay, they have expressed astonishment at finding a camp of well-seasoned men firm in the rudiments of soldiering. Basing their opinion on what they have seen at Yaphank, the visiting fighters entertain great expectations of the American troops.

            “Your men are no longer civilians at the end of only a few weeks’ training,” said one of the French officers. “The degree of advancement surprises us all. After this brief time in camp, here is an entire division ready to receive our instructions in the more complicated methods of fighting. If this is continued America will have a wonderful army.”

            Upton is fortunate in having some of the best trained men in the world as conferres in developing a star division. Both the British and the French officers have seen heavy service and are equipped to an unsurpassed degree for their work of instructing officers and men. They have begun work on their programmes, which will be thorough in the extreme.

            The British attaches include Major H. P. Atkins, scouting, observation and nipping expert; Major R. T. Hayward, machine gun expert; Capt. Brown, an expert in physical training and bayonet practice, and Capt. H. W. Haserick, a trench mortar expert. The non-commissioned officers are Sergt. Majors G. C. Convington, W. E. Davies, J.R. Stone and H. Bradbury.

                        All French Heroes.

            All the French officers are men who have served since the beginning of the war in all the important operations on the western front. Capt. Raymond M. Thibaud, 20th Artillery, who is a veteran of practically every battle his country has fought since August, 1914, will have charge of the artillery instruction. His three years have been rewarded with three Cross of War citations. Capt. Charles Nicot, who has made a reputation as a bomb thrower, has had four Cross of War citations.

            The highly specialized instruction in automatic rifle work is in charge of Lieut. Pierre Geismar, 128th French Infantry, holder of four citations for the Cross of War and one of the acknowledged machine gun experts of his army. Lieut. Gustave Deteutre of the 8th Engineers is the liason expert. He also is a holder of the Cross of War. There are Sergt. Augustin Cougnenc of the 8th Engineers, Sergt. Jean Ricat of the 1st Light Field Artillery, Sergt. Andre Bouts of the 121st Infantry, Sergt. Martin of the 7th Engineers and Sergt. Camile Sauret of the 319th Infantry.

                        DEDICATION WEDNESDAY.

            With solemn high mass, at which six prelates will officiate, the Knights of Columbus’s splendid auditorium at Camp Upton will be dedicated Wednesday. The dedication will be followed by a reception and celebration.

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 FRENCH OFFICERS SERVING as INSTRUCTORS at CAMP UPTON..

            Reading from left to right; Sergt. Jean Ricat, Sergt. Andre Bouts, Lieut. Pierre Gaismar, Lieut. Gustave Duteurtre, Capt. Raymond M. Thibaud, Sergt. Jean Martin, Capt. Charles Nicot, Sergt. Augustin Cougnenc and Sergt. Camille Sauret.

 

BROADWAY THEATRE GOERS TO LEARN WHAT A REAL SHOW LOOKS LIKE

Talented Soldiers From Camp Upton Will Stage Performances in Big Town on

Nov. 25 and Dec. 9 for Benefit of Gym and Theatre Funds.

            Broadway’s calcium glare will bathe Camp Upton dramatic stars during the coming weeks, if plans now under way do not go awry and there is no reason to believe that they will.

            Five hundred soldiers from here will give a show at the New York Hippodrome Dec. 9 to raise money for a new gymnasium. The production will show the life of a National Army man from the time he shucks his “cits” until he has become a bronzed training camp veteran. There will be two performances.

            This appearance will be preceded by a debut and the honors for first heightening the glamour of New York’s Rialto will fall to the men of the 307th Infantry who have secured permission from brigade and divisional headquarters for a benefit performance Nov. 25 at the Forty-fourth Street Theatre. The Regimental fun will receive the benefit, and a theatre is to be built in camp for the regiment, according to the plans of an executive board composed of representatives of each company.

            Lieut. Everett A. Butterfield, who has appeared in “Johnnie Get Your Gun,” “Arms and the Girl,” and “The Misleading Lady” is manager of the entertainment planned in the big town. Capt, William D, Harrigan, well known in theatrical circles, is President of the Theatrical Board. Private H. H. Harris, nephew of Lew Fields, is Secretary and will have charge of providing the professional talent for the show.

            The Twelfth Night Club, an organization of actresses, will sell the programmes. At the entertainment 200 men selected from the various companies in the regiment will provide an exhibition drill showing the degree of training attained by the Upton recruits.

            A prominent place on the programme will be assigned the regimental hand, which has been making rapid strides under the direction of Olaf M. Nord, who has been selected to lead the first divisional concert in which all the eleven bands of camp will participate. Nord has had fifteen years of experience as band leader in the regular army, having been head of the Fifteenth Coast Artillery Band before coming here. Percy Grainger, famous pianist, was a private in that outfit. Among the members of the 307th musicianly corps are Ernest Gentile, formerly trombonist in Sousa’s band; Louis Galeshekow, trumpet, recently of the Russian Symphony Orchestra; Jacob Hill, clarinet late of the Strand Theatre Orchestra, and Max Gilbert, recently manager of Benny Leonard, champion lightweight fighter, and James Lannig, experienced New York and Philadelphia bander, drum handler.

 

YAPHANKERS EAT ENOUGH PIE ON PAY DAY TO COVER ALL WAR AREAS

            Pay Day might appropriately be renamed Pie Day at Upton, and lose none of its significance. The great United States Delicacy played almost as important a role in the fiscal landmark of last week as Liberty Loan bonds and soldiers’ insurance. It is estimated that the number of pies purchased at the post exchanges on the recent anniversary of Old Mr. Thirtyper, if placed rim to rim, would make an area large enough to fight out the present world war and still leave a territory large enough to include Rhode Island, Texas and Patchogue.

 

COL. ROOSEVELT PUTS IN BUST DAY AT YAPHANK

Makes Two Speeches, Scorching Pacifists, and Then Witnesses Artillery Drill.

            Conscientious objectors, pacifists and advocates of peace without victory were unmercifully flayed by Col. Theodore Roosevelt in a rousing patriotic address before 3,500 officers and men who crowded into the new Y. M. C. A. auditorium on Upton Boulevard Sunday afternoon. Col. Frederick C. Doyle and Lieut. Col. Henry L. Stimson, former Secretary of War, represented the 305th Field Artillery at the big meeting, while the 302d Engineers were represented by Col. C. O. Sherrill and other officers.

            Major Gen. J. Franklin Bell, commanding Camp Upton, introduced Col. Roosevelt. The address stirred the officers and men to a high pitch of enthusiasm. Col. Roosevelt told the officers and men he envied them and would like to go “Over There” and do his bit with them. He advocated universal military training and expressed the hope that in the future all appointments to West Point and Annapolis would be made from the ranks of trained and experienced soldiers.

            Following his address in the Y. M. C. A. auditorium, which ended with an ovation for Col. Roosevelt, he addressed the 367th Regiment, colored, commanded by Col. James Moss, in the Knights of Columbus Hall, and later witnessed a competitive artillery drill by the 305th Field Artillery.

 

GEN. BELL ACCEPTS FIRST “Y. W.” HOUSE

            In accepting the first Young Women’s Christian Association Hostess House for Camp Upton, Major General Bell crystallized in words that sentiment of the 77th Division towards this institution when he ranked it as one of the most important in camp, filling a peculiar need which has been keenly felt. He said that a place where all enlisted men could meet and entertain their feminine visitors would take a vital place in the service being rendered to the men by extra-government agencies.

            This first Hostess House opened of the three to be located at Upton, has been delightfully characterized by the hundreds who have visited it as one of the two or three most beautiful places in the cantonment Broad verandas welcome the enlisted man’s guest, and the interior has the spacious weep of whole-hearted hospitality. A huge fireplace, comfortable wicker chairs, tasteful hangings and rugs, a cafeteria where lunches are served reasonably, children’s room and rest room are some of the features of this “Y. W.” House. Situated at Third Avenue and Sixth Street.

            Mrs. Dave H. Morris, on the National War Work Council, Y. W. C. A., as the donor, presented the buildings soon to be in operation here. Miss Mary Dyer has charge of the cafeteria service of all the houses, and Mrs. Wheeler is the general business manager.

            The hostess of the Third Avenue building is Mrs. George Pirnie, while Miss Ruth Ring, who has had charge of the Information Bureau in the Plattsburg Y. W. C. A. and will act in a like capacity there, and Miss Priscilla McClellan are members of staff.

 

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“ The Thrill That Comes Once In A Lifetime”
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WALKIN’ WITH YER BROTHER WHAT’S A SOJER RIGHT DOWN MAIN STREET PAST TH’ GANG EN’ TH’ GIRL AN’ EVERYTHING
Drawn Expressly for TRENCH AND CAMP BY WEBSTER

 

 Ample Shipping In Sight To Maintain U.S. Oversea Forces

            The question, “What grub are we going to get when we hit the trenches?” which thousands of American soldiers in cantonments over the entire country are asking on another, is a simple enough one to ask, but involved in its answer are problems which are vast and weighty.

            Getting an army into action in Europe is simply the beginning of the game, as far as the American government is concerned in its relations with its fighting men. Once there, they must be maintained.

            Food and equipment must be kept as the move so that the boys in khaki will be able to sustain the reputation for efficiency which the great Pershing organization has gained from the Allies. This maintenance totals about give tons per man per year. Every soldiers who arrives “Over There” is to be followed by five tons—ten thousand pounds—of upkeep, varying in shape and form from beans to bullets. The vital factor in getting this bulk across is ship tonnage. On October 1 there were available for Atlantic service, including German ships, approximately 3,000,000 tons, which means that at the rate of five tons to the man, an army of 600,000 could be maintained.

            Of course this would be inadequate if it represented the only shipping resources with which Uncle Sam is to back up his expeditionary forces, but there is a total of 5,900,000 tons more either building or contracted for. The great bulk of this is expected to come in during 1918. It will not all be available in the twinkling of an eye, for providing ships is not done over night, nor is there any magic where-by ocean-going bottoms mat be whisked into being by the waving of a red, or of a sheet of paper with figured on it.

            By June, however, there should be ready 3,000,000 tons, according to expert prognosticators. This, added to the 6,000,000 if tonnage which was available October 1, makes a total of 1,200,000 men, at the five-ton a man ratio.

            This conclusion is safe, with these figured to build on, that shipping is in sight ample to maintain the forces abroad, and to give the men now in cantonments those necessaries of food and equipment which are so close t the lives of the soldiers.

            As to the future, there will be 2,900,000 tons to come after June 1, when the maintainable force is 1,200,000. This additional tonnage will enable the support of reinforcements to the number of 580,000, making the total 1,780,000, which shipyards turning out standardized ships would be capable of an enormous output.

 

TRAINING WITH FRENCH GUNS

            France has enough big guns to ship a few to the United States for the training of American soldiers in the handling of them. A number of French artillery officers and men are now in this country superintending the firing of the heavy ordnance and pieces of light caliber and also explaining the details and operations of the guns to American artillerymen.

            As a result of the training the American gunners will be able to take their places on the firing line in French much sooner than if they were compelled to wait until they got “Over There” to learn how to handle of the French guns.

 

TOO HONEST

            “Now, if, I haven’t left my purse under the pillow!”  “Oh, well, your servant is honest, isn’t she?” “That’s just it. She’ll take it to my wife.”

 

ALSO GUM DROPS

            “They’re making candy out of mucilage now.”

            “What kind?”

            “Stick candy.”

 

THEY’LL LIKE IT

            Every soldier should remember that his family wants to ready everything obtainable about his life and activities. Send them Trench and Camp when you are through reading it.

 

WHAT HE PLANTED

            “What did you plant in your vegetable garden this summer?”

            “Oh, about the whole of my yearly income.”

 

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News, Gossip and Gleanings the Folks Back at Home Would Like to Read.

 

COLONEL AVERILL AT 308TH ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS TRACK CUP

Regiment Assists in Concert at Which $5,000 Is Raised for Auditorium

BY JAMES GRUNERY, SECTION P.

            When Lieut. Barlett, the popular athletic officer of the 308th decided to put on a regimental show at the Y.M.C.A., he looked around for an able Chairman for the Entertainment Committee. And he found one—Austin McClare of the Five Musical Maniacs, now in Headquarters Company of the 308th—and the performance Austin put on was “some show.” In the first place of the 307th Band under the able leadership of Band Master O. C. Miller furnished music of high order during the evening. The announcer of the evening was our fried the eccentric monologist, Dave Jones. His pack of telegrams from all over the world brought down the house.

            During the entertainment Col. Averill om a congratulatory speech presented the cup won by the truck men of the 308th in the cross country race.

            Other features of the programme were the singing of the Camp Upton Quartette, “Knut” McManus, Walter Shirley, Henry Abrams, Patterson, Joe Termine, the ragtime Paganini, and old friend Shultz. A bout between Young Fulton and Pete Powers, refereed by Charlie Abrahams, added to the enthusiasm of the crowd and Will Reynolds and his little friend in their ventriloquistic act made a big hit.

            The boys say it was the best show yet held in camp, and McClute is certainly to be praised for his work in connection with it, not the least part of which was the wat he rattled the ivories in accompanying many of the acts of the programme.

 

Community Chorus Raises $5,000

            At the 71st Regiment Army in New York last Sunday a bunch of the boys from the 308th, Bandmaster Miller and his band and McClure at the piano, took part in a concert that Mr. Barnhart of the Community Chorus got up to help toward the fund for a monster auditorium for Camp Upton and its soldier singers. Gen. Bell made the address of the evening and was most enthusiastically received, the result of the evening being a subscription of $5,000.

 

Congratulations Again, Charlie.

            Right on top of getting married, what do you think happens to Charlie Abrahams of the Machine Gun Battalion? Why the Government at Washington sent along a paper granting him a lieutenant’s commission with transfer to Mineola. Say, some people are born lucky! A swell little wife and a silver bar in the same month! Well, we’re mighty sorry to see you go, Charlie, but our best wishes are with you and we will be glad to salute you next time we meet.

 

BOXING AND JAZZ STRAINS, MINGLE IN “GET TOGETHER” OF HDQ. COMPANY, 306 F.A.

            Real refreshments, high grade entertainment and splendid fellowship marked the first get together and smoker given by Headquarters Company, 306th Field Artillery, in their barrack recently, with friends of the company as invited guests. The regimental jazz band bore off a large share of the honors of the programme, which follows:

            Boxing exhibition between Private Glazer, the Bronx Knockout Kid, and Private Carter, the Hibernian Terror, suddenly terminating in the second stanza, when the Terror is reported as having misplaced a set of false teeth; cornet solo by Bandmaster Schratenbach, assisted by Privates Schmidt, Hueglin and Latainer; mellow tenor selections from the golden-throated Private Rudolphi; boxing exhibition between Private J. Murray and Private Gray, ending at the end of the second round when Private Murray had stored up a sufficiency of his antagonist’s wallops; banjo-mandolin tickling by Private Allegero; stellar three-round boxing bout between Sergt. Whitridge, 116 pounds, and Corpl. Bartenak, at 116 ¼, with honors even at the finish; vocal selections, Private Lombardi; cornet selections of old-time melodies by Private Latainer, assisted by the audience; novelty. Private McCarren; jazz band, numbers.

            Lieut. Lawrence, ably assisted by 1st Sergt. Christgau, Sergt. Notley and Provates Mendel, Econopulos and Valli, supervised the affair.

 

Impressions

Don’t Grumble

(By Eugene Greenhut, 23rd Company, 152d Depot Brigade.)

            Do you remember the day you were as sore as a newly inoculated arm! The day you paraded a face as long as your first “man” trousers and you were aching to get into some kind of a scrap so that you could take it out of somebody’s hide!

            You know—the day you asked for a leave of absence and could not get it because the list teas made up before they could get to you, and they tapped it off with kitchen duty because so-few men stayed in camp.

            That was the day when you didn’t get even a postal from anybody—the day it seemed that everything and everybody were conspiring to make life miserable for you.

            Felt pretty blue, down-in-the-mouth, didn’t you!

            Yet you should have felt cheerful—thankful, in fact!

            Sounds foolish? Listen.

            Anybody can be cheerful and happy and singing when everything is just right.

            But the man who can smile when all is going wrong has earned his right to existence and his place on this earth. He is bigger than men or nations. His has reached the top.

            And he can smile because he realizes that with every cloud comes a silver lining, with every rain, the sunshine, with every care, a joy.

            So he has learned to be thankful for all the ills, pains, adversities, trials and tribulations. Because each time he overcomes an obstacle he has one less to overcome in his fight to reach the top. The sooner he has his troubles, the less he has in store.

            And that’s the whole story.

            If you want the worth while things you have to fight for them. If you want the gold you must dig—if you want the pearls you must dive.

            You get nothing for nothing.

            So make up your mind, if you want to get there, that you have to cut your own way and blaze your own trail. And while you are cutting and blazing don’t grumble.

CHAIN OF EIGHT Y’S AROUND CAMP IS NOW COMPLETE WITH L OPEN

Green Hut on 19th Street Last to Fling Open Its Portals.

            The chain of Y’s around the U is now complete, speaking alphabetically. Which is to say that the service huts of the Y. M. C. A. are all open and doing business, since the move this last week which threw wide the doors of the last green building to open in Upton, the one on 19th Street, in the L. section. L. P. Lindsay and his staff who have been holding forth in the J. building, 2nd Avenue and 14th Street. Have taken charge of this last Y station, while their former outpost is manned by what is known “back home” as the Bedford Staff.

            Frederick R. Starkey, building secretary, is religious work director of the Bedford branch. Brooklyn, having with him Frank W. Murtfeldt, religious secretary and Richard W. Strong jr., physical work, late confreres in Brooklyn. Messrs. Alyea, De Mond and Taylor have charge of social, educational and equipment branches respectively in Mr. Starkey’s building.

            The L hut will serve the First Provisional Supply Regiment, 152d Depot Brigade and flung its portals with a local entertainment, including some interesting boxing bouts, Mike Pastor opposing Young Ketchell for three rounds and “Krazy” Katz sparring opposite Paul Mahier. Dan Caslar had charge of the musical features and proved his usual versatile self.

            With the last emerald-hued structures doing business, the Y. M. C. A. has eight service huts in operation here, beside the administration building, on Upton Boulevard, and next to it the auditorium, about completed. The huts are at Fifth Avenue and Fourth Street, Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street, Fifth Avenue and Fourteenth, Second and Eleventh (colored) and Second and Fourth.

                        THEY’RE FULL OF PEP.

            Lieuts. Freeman, Saville, Carison and Gillette don’t somehow seem satisfied with life useless they can get some poor, deluded enlisted men to play against them at basketball or football, and, oh, my! How they do like to hit the line. Even in a little friendly game of soccer they can start more roughhouse than Irish wakes are supposed to furnish.

Text Box: JOTTINGS, KLATTER AND LAUGHS By George Peck, Representatives of Trench and Camp

            Private Otto Barlett, who resides at Freeport, invited his bunkie, John Donovan, who hails from Boston, to visit with him at his home in Freeport last weekend. They arrived there and a had a good time, but when they were ready to depart they were help up by the civic authorities and told they were under quarantine because of the fact that the younger sister of Otto was suffering from measles. This meant two days extra pass to the boys, but when they were finally pronounced perfectly sanitary, they were allowed to depart for Camp Upon. When they arrived at their barrack they were again placed in quarantine in one corner of the barrack, where the other boys of the A Company, 302d Field Signal Battalion amused themselves by hanging up festoons of signs, red flags and banners and by roping off the quarantined area.

                        RAPID ELEVATION.

            Private E. C. Hess of Company A, Signal Corps, wore a pair of leather puttees and a garrison cap when on pass the other day. Hopping off the train at 2 A. M. Monday, he was accosted by a rookie who offered to carry his bag, thinking he was a “shave tail.” Hess very graciously permitted him to do so, but he kept on the dark side of the road all the way up to camp. Later the rookie said to a pal, “Gee, I thought that guy was a lieutenant, but he told me he was a major.” The modesty of some of these high privates in the rear rank is beyond comprehension.                     

ILLUSTRATED LECTURE.

            The direction surgeon has a couple of men of the 305th Ambulance Corps, Tim Bulger and Tommy Atkins, the latter being so nicknamed—his, real surname being Atcheson—because of having seen service with the English troops, in the Upper “J” Y. M. C. A. working a stereopticon lecture machine.

            “Does it take two of you goofs to run that little machine?” Time was asked by an inquisitive sergeant.

            “You see. I’m the mechanic and Tommy’s the awful example.”

“THIRSTY-FIRST” REGIMENT.

            Lieut. H. L. Rau of the Veterinary Corps in the casual barracks in the “K” section had a rather busy time with some of his men returned from furlough. He had a hunch that there was a little “snake bite” somewhere in the outfit, and finally discovered a half-pint neatly concealed in a hollow loaf of bread which one of the guilty ones had brought into camp with him. Observing that the man who could think out a scheme like that deserved a drink, the Lieutenant also added a little remark about the “thirty-first,” or “thirsty-first,” being a suitable name for that company.

                        GOT THE “GIMMIES”.

            Private Paddy Kirrane, whose real front name is Jimmy, for which reason he is called Paddy, is suffering from that peculiar malady known as the “gimmies.” It has a peculiar effect on a victim who has suffered as long as Paddy. He starts early in the morning with, “Gimmie a cigarette,” “Gimmie a match,” “Gimmie a stick of gum.” He keeps it up at meal times, when he says, “Gimmie some seconds,” and in the evening games of five hundred he still uses the expression, “Gimmie three.”

                        NO POPULATION HERE.

            Private Dutch Bernasch of the 305th Ambulance Corps was asked if he wanted to make an allotment on his pay or to take out any Government insurance. “No,” was the reply, “I no need; I ain’t got no populations in dis country.”

                        CORPORAL PUNISHMENT.

            Company B, Signal Corps, Has one of the liveliest crowds in camp. They were sing a joist of wood to pry up a root on the parade ground the other day, and Fatty Nilan, the famous fullback, was perched on the end of the lever to get an extra purchase. Corp. Hammel was standing directly under the end of the lever where something slipped, and the lever and Fatty hit him home to the barrack and look for another gang foreman.

                        HOW DOES HE DO IT?

            The boys want to know how Sergt. Faraon manages to buy $8 hats, silk underwear and Russian leather puttees and belt on the eighteen per, which is about what a sergeant gets on the new scale of pay minus allotment and insurance.

                        GOOD LUCK “GRUN.”

            Private Grundstadter is going to Fort Monroe to try for a commission. We wish him the best of luck. He is a graduate of the City College of New York.

                        “CHICKEN POLICS.”

            There was a certain recruit of Pelish extraction who was given a little hitch of kitchen police. When asked by a non-com why he didn’t fall out for drill, he replied, “No can drill. Me going on the chicken police.”

                        BATTERY C WINS.

            A large and enthusiastic crowd of soldiers saw Battery C. and Battery F. 306th F.A., battle to a scoreless tie on the soccer field. The C baseball nine, however, got a 11 to 2 decision over the F team. Lieut. Bomeilser, smiled during the soccer game, but was not so tickled with the outcomes of the baseball contest.

                        Address by D. Fulton

            Sunday night, following a very “peppy” sing-song, Dr. Charles W. Fulton of Pittsburgh gave the boys in the C Section a corking evangelistic address. Dr. Fulton is one of a number of prominent ministers who have taken short leave of absence to do this kind of work for the boys.

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CO. A, 305TH INFANTRY NOTES

            Company A is strong for the ladies and voted solidly for Woman Suffrage. There were a few antis, bit even the most rabid ones such as Sergt. Harris, Private Chapin, Coulton, Gethin and Horowitzm were easily converted to the cause by Private Mullett.

 

            “Improvise” is the slogan of Lieut. O’Connor, regimental physician. Company A is profiting by his reaching. One night last week Battalion Statistician Lieberman was entertaining the company by playing selections from Tschalkowsky on his soulful violin, little dreaming that unfair competition would soon put him out og business. Like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky appeared in another corner of the barrack Private Chapin, the corporal of the safety razor guard, who had suddenly improvised a complete Jazz band out of his mess lot and a slice of stovepipe. The company “fell in” around him in less than the twenty-seven second record, and he sang new song upon new song.

           

            The following words of thanks were sent to the Army Y. M. C. A. in Camp Upton: “On behalf of the members of Company A. 305th Infantry, I wish to extend the deepest appreciations for the useful gift in the form of the graphophone. It has already given us many a pleasant moment and will ever be a source of deep enjoyment. I will ask the Y. M. C. A. to see that this brief note reaches the proper party, M. K. HARRIS. Sergeant Company A. 305th Infantry.”

 

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TRENCH AND CAMP

TRENCH AND CAMP

Published weekly at the National cantonments for the soldiers of the United States

ADVISORY BOARD OF CO-OPERATIONS PUBLISHERS

JOHN STEWART BRYAN, Chairmen.

            H.C. Adier, Chattanooga Times.

            C.H. Allen, Montgomery Advertiser.

            W.T. Anderson, Macon Telegraph.

            F.S. Baker, Tacoma Tribuna.

            W.W. Ball, Columba State.

Leader.

            Harry Chandler, Los Angeles Times.

            Amon C. Carter, Fort Worth Star Telegram.

            Elmer E. Clarke, Little Rock Arkansas.

Democrat.

            Gardner Cowles, Des Moines Register.

            R.A. Crothers, San Francisco Bulletin.

            Chas S. Diehi, San Antonio Light.

            E.K. Gaylord, Oklahoma City Oklahoman.

            F.P. Glass, Birmingham News.

            Bruce Haldeman, Louisville Courier-Journal.

            Clark Howell, Atlanta Constitution.

            James Kerney, Trenton Times.

            Victor F. Lawson, The Chicago Daily News.

            Charles E. Marsh, Waco Morning News.

            Frank P. MacLennan, Topeka State Journal

            A.L. Miller, Battle Creek Enquirer-News.

            D.D. Moore, New Orleans Times-Picayunne.

            Frank B, Noyes, Washington Evening Star.

            Gough J. Palmer, Houston Post.

            Bowdre Phinizy, Augusta Herald.

            Don C. Seitz, New York World.

            Rudolph C. Siegiing, Charleston News and Courier.

            H.D. Siater, El Paso Herald.

            W.P. Sullivan, Charlotte Observer.

            Chas H. Taylor, Jr., Boston Globe.

            James M. Thomason, New Orleans Item.

            Published under the auspices of the National War Work Council of the Y.M.C.A. of the United states with the co-operation of the papers above named.

            Distributed free to the soldiers in the National cantonment.

 

THE TRIANGLES OF THE WAR

            They have figured again and again in the war—those great triangles of forest and stream and rolling plains and rivers, where armies have found shelter or met disaster.

            First was the triangle of the Sambre and Meuse, with Namur at its apex and Charleroi on its northern face—a bloody but a glorious triangle, into which the French rushed to aid the Belgians in the first days of the war, and from which battered and undismayed, they retreated toward the Argonne and Verdun.

            Then came the triangle of the San and the Vistula, where the Austrians rallied after first thrust against Lublin in August 1914. To the sides of that triangle came the regiments of Brusiloff and Ruszky, fired with a new dream of Russian Idealism. They forced the crossing of the San and they swept down the banks of the of the Vistula, until the routed Austrians had to glee to Przemysl, where a little more than five months after they had to surrender to the Russians.

            The next was the historic triangle formed by the Vistula and the Carpathians, with the river Dunajek as its base and storied old Cracow at its apex. Into this, as into the San-Vistula triangle, broke Ruszky like a bold from the east—crushing his way westward, ever westward, until his glank was threatened. And then by a movement as sudden as magnificent, he turned to face the threat of Boehm-Ermolli and, in the memorable Christians battle of 1914, he restored his menaced front in new and more majestic strength. Months passed. Mackensen. The Russian caissons were empty. The Russian cartridge-clips were bare. The order to retreat had to be given. Back across the ridges they had triumphantly stormed the Russians had to withdraw, while infantry regiments were sacrificed that field-guns might be saved and divisions were slaughtered that the precious siege-train might be kept intact.

            On far-flung lines there were for a year or more a few triangles such as these. It was the day of trench warfare, with all that sinister term has come to mean in vigil and in anguish. But under the steady pounding of the Allied guns, that mighty field-fortress between Peronne and Bapaume began to crumble. With it the Noyon salient was shaken. Then through wasted vineyards and ravished villages, the French pursued into a new and still more glorious triangle—that between the Oise and the Aisne, with Soissions at its apex and Laon and Rheims as the angles of the base. An historic triangle this was. Not only were its cities famed in the history of France; but likewise across its ridges, centuries and centuries ago, the Roman legionaries had marched. After them, comrades-in-valor despite the lapse of ages, the soldiers of Napoleon had tramped in the last campaign to save Paris. In this triangle were For Conde, the rive Ailette, the forest of Gobain, the forest of Couchy and the Chemin des Dames, truly names with which to conjure. One after another of these have fallen to the French. From one vantage-point after another the Germans have been driven. Today, the French command the Chemin des Dames and are looking up the forest-road to Laon, the foundation-stone of the old Hindenburg line.

            Sambre and Meuse, Vistula and San, Carpathians and Vistula, Oise and Aisne—these are greater triangles. But there is one greater, allied, though different. It is the Red Triangle, whose base rests at the farthest camp on the Pacific coast, sweeps across America, spans the sea, crosses France, brightens the prison camps of Germany and ends only where the youth of Russia is being mobilized for future struggle. The western face of that triangle crosses the mobilization camps of the Southern and Eastern States and stretches away to Egypt, where Britons and colonials guard that artery of empire, the Suez Canal. The eastern face, linked with the base-line in Russia, crossed the fields f shattered Rumania, covers the Serbs on their vigil at Monastir and, like the other, ends only with the seas that limit the march of the enemy.

            It is a wide, wide triangle, is this red emblem of the war service of the Y. M. C. A. It is wide in influence, wide in tolerance, wide, we trust, in service. It must be made as strong as it is wide. IT must give to every mind in the ranks that which he can get in no other way. It must nor fail to aid the Russian, even as it is aiding us in the cantonments of America. It can only be made as strong as it is wide through the support of the soldiers’ friends. That is why Trench and Camp—which makes no appeal for itself and champions no special philanthropy—believes that the readers of this paper will want their fiends to know that the war council needs money and that this money will go to the soldiers. If you have friends at home, and if you have been helped by the Y. M. C. A., let those friends know it, that they may help that which helps you. That is all Trench and Camp asks.

            They have a saying, in France, that the Red Triangle is the “last sign the soldier sees that anybody cares.” Make it the surest sign!

 

PLAY THE GAME

B H. Addington Bruce.

            Matthewson, Bender, Plank, and Walsh.

            You have all heard these names, and many times. You are familiar with them as the names of four of the greatest pitchers that our national game has produced.

            Perhaps you have seen one or all of these fine ball-players in action. If so, you will be carrying with you some extremely pleasant memories.

            And some memories that today ought to be of special significance to you.

            You will remember that their skill was equaled by their pluck. No matter what the score might be against them they kept pitching bravely will the call of the last. “He’s out.”

            You will remember that, in pitching, they used their minds as well as their muscles. They were masters of strategy no less than masters of the art of throwing curves. Best of all, you will remember, they were four of the cleanest pitchers that batters ever faced.

            Others might abuse umpires. These four did not. If unjust decisions were made against them, they help tempers and tongues in leash.

            On the diamond, as well as off, they despised foul tactics. They were keen but they were no crooked. When luck did not break their wat, they simply smiled and went on pitching.

            They would win fairly, or not at all. Mostly they won. They won so often that they will forever hold a foremost place in baseball’s hall of fame.

            As these four played baseball, so, boys, should you play the infinitely bigger game for which you are now in training. You will be up against a rowdy team—the rowdiest, dirtiest, meanest gang of thugs that ever tried to win anything.

            Don’t imitate their tactics when you come to grips with them.

            You won’t better your chances of winning if you do imitate them. And even should you win by foul play, you will sink so low in the world’s esteem, and in your own, that you will be ashamed of yourselves and the rest of your lives.

            Remember Matthewson, Bender, Plank, and Walsh when you get into the trenches, when you pursue the flying foe.

            Hit hard but hit fair. If you get a set-back, take it with a grin. Think of the folks at home who will be watching you. Picture them to yourselves as one hundred million “fans,” eagle-eyed for every move you make.

            You want to win for their sakes as for your own. And you want to wind in a way that will make them feel really proud of you.

            You want to win for their sakes as for your own. And you want to win in a wat that will make them feel really proud of you.

            So lay the war game with all your might and main. AND PLAY IT CLEAN.

                        SHE SLIPPED A COG.

            Nurse (to badly wounded soldiers who have complained of their food)—You men don’t seem to know there’s a war on—London Opinion.

Text Box: CANTONMENT TYPES The Human Racket in O.D.

 

There is the fellow in every camp who generates noise. He might be a useful bit of camouflage at certain times, say when we get in the trenches and we want to make the German think we have twice as much heavy artillery as we have. Then he might be set to making noise, and the Boches would flee before the air-splitting racket he could work up.

            Unfortunately, though, his noise-making abilities are always shown at the wrong time. He comes busting up to you when you’re sitting quietly trying to compose the Most Important letters. He makes a boom with his service shoes like a hundred carpenters’ hammers. He walks with a sort of shuffling band that chases ideas of your head like British 40’s scattering Huns.

            His feet are only a small part of him. His mouth is the min works, the fountain head of all his peskiness. It begins firing without taking into account the whites of the enemy’s eyes, or anything else. It runs off like water out of a sieve. It chatters and bleats and bores. It emits curses, foolishness and nonsense. It saws and rasps, heckles and aggravates. It knows neither times not seasons. It starts going when everyone else in the barracks or the tent has drawn the curtains of repose. It giggles and gargles and slops over. He doesn’t realize that heavy objects can be handled without being dropped and rattled around. His mess kit when he gets his hands on it sounds like cow bells at a football game or rattlers on election night. In fact, this fellow reminds one of election night or an old fashioned Fourth of July. He rackets while you’re trying to sleep, bangs when you’re trying to read and explodes when you’re wanting just a minute of calm repose to rest your nerves.

When a concert is on in the Y. M. C. A. hut he gets up in the middle of a number and drags his studded boots over the wooden floor, drowning out the music. He never heard of tiptoes or a soft pedal. He lives in that style characterized musically as fortissimo. Some day he may be quieted, but until that millennium, he is the Human Racket in O. D.

 

The Rejected

                It gives my soul a wrench, that I can’t join the boys, and excavate a trench, and make a war-like noise. I stick to my abode and do my daily grind, because I’m pigeon toed, knock-kneed and color blind. For me no hero’s wreath, no gariands or applause, because I’ve store made teeth, swayed back and lumpy jaws. I see the boys go by, with buoyant step and free, and shed a weary sigh—the march is not for me. I may not hear the drums, or join the gallant charge, because I’ve shriveled gums, because my waistline’s large. Ah, well, a gent can do his little stunt at home, if he can’t pot a few beyond the raging foam. By humping all the day, and buckling down like wax, methinks that I can pay each added wartime tax. By helping liquidate our Uncle’s grievous bills, I’ll keep my record straight, though shy of martial thrills. I’ll pay up like a guy who wants to do his share; so when they boys go by, I’ll get no story stare. I cannot pack a gun, or wield a snicker-snee, because I weigh a ton, and have the housemaid’s knee; I’m troubled with the gout and falling of the hair, but that won’t let me out—I still can do my share.—Walt Mason.

                                                                                                                (Copyright by George Matthew Adama)

 

Warning Sounded Against Racial Trouble in Camps

            Warnings have been issued by military men and editors throughout the country that German agitators doubtless will make every effort they can to foment trouble between the white members of the National Army and the colored selectives who have reported at the cantonments. Any racial antagonism that may develop will weaken the American fighting forces and be made the basis for newspaper stories in Germany that this country is not united.

            “It is of the greatest importance that no see of discord be sowed either now or later,” says one newspaper.

            The colored men called to the National Army made most admirable showings when they paraded preparatory to entraining for camp and those already in the cantonments are making good as soldiers. Ultimately the colored men will be organized in one division, but for training purposes they will be scattered throughout the various cantonments in regimental ad brigade units.

            For the first time in the history of the American Army the colored soldiers will be officered by members of their own race, except for the highest commands. There are now 678 negro commissioned officers in the army, all of whom graduated from the training camp especially established for them.

 

GRAND OPERA FOR SOLDIERS

            When American soldiers can’t go to the opera, the opera must come to them and some of the very opera singers of France have lately sung for a thousand American artillerymen at the Y. M. C. A. tent in one of the American training areas.

  

PG. 6

 

Every Man in Some Sport” Is Upton’s Athletic Slogan

 

Athletic Directors All Work Together On Big Programme

Splendid Co-operation Evidenced, and Smooth Running Organization Is Accomplishing Results—Inter-Regimental and Inter-Company Schedules Arranged

            Upton is bristling with athletic activities at all points, and from every indication will continue to be in that condition. The slogan of the camp athletic directors, who are working together in perfect smoothness and harmony in furthering the interests of a broad programme, is “Every man in camp a participant in some branch of sport.” From the reports of those who are working out the endeavor, as Y.M.C.A. physical directors on the various huts and as company and regimental athletic officers, the aim summed up on those magic words is being realized to an astonishing degree.

            Enthusiastic word has come to B. F. Bryant, Camp Physical Director of Y. M. C. A., and Frank Glick, Divisional Athletic Director, indicating that he company organization of games, which has been stressed, is working out into all branches of sport with encouraging results. To further this intensive company work the physical director of each Y. M. C. A. keeps in touch with the company athletic director, consulting him on the needs of his men and wats in which he can help. In one section, for instance, committees have been formed in each company on particular branches of sport and this will be done over the entire camp in the near future. Inter-company schedules for soccer and basketball are being played, and the daily programme includes dozens of contests. Quoits, volley-ball and playground, or “indoor” baseball, are other forms of activity in which the Yaphanker is becoming skillful by much practice.

                        Co-operation Here Is Strong.

            One of the aspects of Upton athletics which might easily become a matter, for self-congratulations is the hearty and complete co-operation which exists among all the agencies working for the athletic interests of the men. Director Bryant has as his large task particularly the promotion of the programme of that organization, which is worked out through the secretaries in charge of physical work in each hut. They handle the promotion of a plan agreed upon in conference every Saturday morning, and are allowed liberal play for their own initiative in meeting specific problems and conditions in their sections. Each physical director is responsible for visiting the barracks and consulting with the company athletic officer.

            Mr. Bryant is a member of the divisional athletic council and co-operates in the drawing up of inter-regimental schedules, having been instrumental in whipping into shape the football schedule running to Dec. 12. With Frank Glick, divisional athletic representative and civilian aid to Major gen. Bell, there is the most cordial co-operation, and his work intermingles with Mr. Bryant’s in a manner conducive to the largest results.

            The physical work in camp heads up in the regimental organizations. The company physical directors come in contact with and work through the regimental athletic officer. The programme of inter-regimental contests is handled by a inter-regimental athletic conference, in which Mr. Bryant and Mr. Glick are counsel for the interests they represent. Already the plan of activity for the 77th Division has made such satisfactory progress that it is safe to anticipate the realization of the desire that every Upton man be a soldier-athlete.

            Boxing is one of the forms of sport being extensively encouraged, and bouts are numerous and interesting. There is some planning for winter sports, but as yet nothing definite has been done. There have been a number of requests for hockey, and in all probability arrangements will be made whereby the men can use the many ponds and lakes in the vicinity of the camp, which make splendid ice surfaces.

            After one of the recent deluges a Lieutenant met a member of his company standing on the barracks steps, hesitating. “What’s the matter?” queried the officer. “Nothing, I’m just waiting for the tide to go out so I can cross the street.”

 

Champion Fighter Coming Here This Week
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(Image of Benny Leonard by WORLD STAFF PHOTOGRAPHER)

            Benny Leonard world champion light weight first artist, whose official appointment as boxing instructor at Camp Upton is being awaited from the War Department, will try and demonstrate the connection between the sport as he so nobly exemplifies and the soldierly self-defense game—bayonet wielding.

            He is to appear at the barracks of the 5th Company 152d Depot Brigade, one night this week in a sparring exhibition with Private McCarthy of that outfit, who has acted as instructor in Muldoon’s place, New York. Benny will give a talk to the men on the science of boxing, connecting his remarks with a bayonet talk by Capt. R. C. Fowler of the 5th Company.

            As assistant o Major Keeler in bayonet tactics at Plattsburg, Capt. Fowler demonstrated his grasp of bayonet work, and he has been instructing his me in its use. This is very closely related to the self-defense which boxing teaches, and Leonard’s talk is expected to help in grounding the men in a knowledge of bayonet manipulation. He will lecture on the scientific movements in boxing, the co-ordination of eye and brain, and of both these with foot shifts.

Text Box: BIG GAME WEDNESDAY The first opportunity to see in action the 77th Division’s gridiron warriors, who are to meet their fellows from Camp Devens, Ayer, Mass., on Nov, 24 at the Polo Grounds, will be Wednesday, Nov. 14, when they clash with the eleven representing Columbia University. The struggle will be staged on South Field at the Morningside Heights institution. Coach Glick doesn’t announce his line-up, but will present a strong aggregation. Practice is going forward as consistently as the heavy schedule of camp drills will allow.        glick    

Capt. Fowler is responsible for the champion’s appearance as associate professor of bayonet work. He places determination at the top of the list of those things which a successful bayonetist must have, and points out that with a determination to use the weapon and a knowledge of the science which underlies its handling, the men here can be developed into formidable opponents to the boche.

 

TO PUT PEP IN ATHLETICS.

            The boom of the field artillery will be heard resounding triumphantly across the athletic fields in Upton, according to James Clark, athletic director in the M-section, the haunt of the camp’s gunners-to-be.

            Plans are under way for the formations of teams in the various branches if sport, and Director Clark is very much elated over the prospects in store for the men with whom he is working. Among the hustlers for athletics in the shrapnel division are Lieut. Sam Reid jr. and Lieut. Thomas, both of the 306th F. A.

 

MANY “OLD-TIMERS” FOUND IN HEADQUARTERS COMPANY, 304TH F. A.

            “The snappiest company in the snappiest regiment of the Division” is the sobriquet Headquarters Company of the 304th Field Artillery have set out to win for themselves, and under the leadership of Capt. Henry M. Kemphner they are in a fair way to achieve success in their undertaking. The number of “Old-Timers” assisting Capt. Kemphner is remarkably large, comprising as it does the following men who have seen previous service:

            Sergt. Major Bernier, four years in the U. S. Marine Corps and another “hitch” in the Coast Artillery. First Sergt. Wenzel, who has a total of about ten years service in the U. S. Cavalry and Field Artillery and who was a member of the “crack” organization stationed at West Point; Stable Sergt. Merriman, who has served three tears in the Cavalry; Sergt. Difate, two years in the Field Artillery; Sergt. Cote, a 7th Regiment man and an attendant of the Plattsburg school and a border “veteran”; Sergt. Meldrum and Hochstadter, both of whom attended the Plattsburg O. T. C.; Sergt. Zeller, another border “veteran” and a former member of Brooklyn; Sergt. Kimball, a graduate of the Princeton O. T. C.; Sergt. Palmer, who has had a varied military career.

 

Engineers Tighten Lead in Football Struggle at Upton

Gridironers Who Represent the 302 D Continue to Humble Rivals—Great Crowds See Games—Bands and Snake Dance Are Side Attractions.

 

Regimental Football Standing

To Friday, Nov. 9.

Won.

Lost.

P.C.

302d Engineers

3

0

1.000

305th Infantry

1

0

1.000

306th Infantry

3

1

.750

307th Infantry

0

2

.000

Machine Gun

0

2

.000

308th Infantry

0

1

.000

302 Supply Train

0

1

.000

 

            The last report from the football front by Trench and Camp’s special correspondent indicates that general advances have been made in all sectors by the 302d Engineers. Using a heavy barrage fire, backed by continuous drum fire from well placed heavy field pieces, these future sappers and railroad builders have advanced with shouts and yells of victory over the shell-torn portion of No Man’s Land at Smith’s field and have gone over the top with honor and credit to their country and families.

            The machine gunners used all their rapid-fire well, but were unable to stop the Engineer’s advance and were defeated 19-0. First position for the present is thus clinched more tightly by the Engineers.

            Their closest rivals thus far are the moleskin wearers from the 306th Infantry Regiment, who worsted their comrade rifle manipulators in the 308th Regiment by a score of 20 to 0. The 306th boys are crowding closely on the Engineers’ heels and vow that they will fight them out on the five-yard line if it takes all winter.

            That Upton has given itself over to the great American College game is sure. The enthusiasm shown at the games during the past fortnight would make the vociferous rivalry of the two colleges seem like the cries of a deaf and dumb asylum. Huge crowds have turned out to view the contests which have been put on at Smith’s Field, and the cleared space between the 305th Infantry and 302d Supply Train, the infantrymen marching 900 strong in military formation with their band clear across the camo to see their mates down the supply outfit.
            The game between the 307th and 306th Infantry was a hard-fought affair, in which the latter came off victor, 16 to 6.

 

EXCITING BOUTS STAGED IN C SECTION ARENA.

            Followers of the fistic sport had a feast recently in the C section of the Y. M. C. A. hut. Besides rattling good bouts between Jack Hyan and Hanson, and Toohey and Dunne, and some good wrestling work by Gotham of the 306th Infantry, there was a real battle between Young Fulton of New York and Jack Tiplitz, the amateur welterweight champion, Sergt. Harold A. Leschinsky of C Company, 306th Infantry, is managing for Young Fulton, and Sergt. Bob Murray of the same company is dating the honor for Tiplitz. Both boxers grace the muster role of Company C.

            Fulton’s friends will be interested to know that on Nov. 19 he will meet Willie Jackson of New York at Hunt’s Point Palace. His end of the purse will be donated to the Arm Athletic Fund. Fulton’s manager, Sergt. Leschinsky, is anxious to arrange bouts with any men in Camp Upton, the proceeds to be given to the Army Athletic Fund.

 

A LIVE SERGEANT.

            When Sergt. McGuire of the 12th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, joined the army, the word lost a good salesman or a born section boss on an excavation jib. He is seen in the barrack or on the parade ground with a pick and shovel in one hand and a Liberty bond in the other, and he never runs across a rookie without persuading him to either dig ditch or put some money in the bank. Keep up the good work, Sergt.

 Army Life Is Not All Song and Dance, but Upton Has a Full Share.

 

“MOVIES” FOLLOWING INTO ARMY POPULAR FORM OF DIVERSION

Officers Give Men Fine Entertainments—Other Pert Notes.

           

BY RALPH WALKER,  Section C

            The advent of real movies stirred up a lot of enthusiasm among the boys. The short leaves of absence give but little time for anything but visiting among the home folks, and, now that the Y. M. C. A., programme has brought right down to camp one of the favorite evening diversions of the old civilian life, enjoyment and appreciation are rife among these good fellows of the Field Hospital Corps, Ambulance Companies, Q. M. C.’s, Engineers and out other outfits. Marguerite Clark delighted the crowd in “The Goose Girl” and an evening of Vitagraph comedies were a genuine treat.

            That all-around man, L. D. Riley of the 306th H. F., again proved his versatility by acting as operator, ad although he worked with a brand-new machine that needed a heap of adjusting he still managed to put across a performance that was free from interruptions.

 

Capt. Hooke Popular

            Many of the officers in our section are making a place for themselves in the respect and esteem of their men by looking out for the latter’s comfort and pleasure. Conspicuously successful in this bully good kind of undertaking is Capt. Hooke of the Q. M. C. Through the generosity a piano has been installed in the mess hall. The Y. M. C. A. has contributed a phonograph, and the captain, with the assistance of his lieutenants, has staged several fine entertainments with prominent professionals, members of the Lambs Club of New York City. The company itself can boast of some good talent. Theodore Arnold is all three when it comes to handling a violin, nearly wearing out his elbow last Sunday as he fiddled for at least six hours in succession. Arnold was ably accompanied by Charlie Covert of the 306th Field Hospital. Covert is a professional theatre pianist and has led some large professional orchestras in the metropolis.

            This same Q. M. C. company is favored by the faithful services of one of the most proficient and best-natured barbers in camp, Jon d’Ambrosio. In adition to his tonsorial accomplishments, Jow is a performer on the clarinet and is enthusiastically pushing the organization of an orchestra. Here’s hoping you succeed, Joe.

 

Kelly to Perform.

            Private Kelly of the 306th Ambulance Company, is gifted as a singer and pianist. Kelly studied for some months with a prominent voice teacher in New York, and has promised us a short programme very soon.

 

Organizing String Trio.

            We also will soon have the privilege of hearing a string trio which is being organized and rehearsed by Carleton F. Fry of Company K, 307th Infantry. Fry is an accomplished artist on the violin-cello, and has had engagements in the orchestras of the finest hotels in the country. He has played the last four seasons at the Fort William Henry Hotel on Lake George. Fry will be assisted by Joseph Wynne of the 302d Engineers, Company A, who has had much experience.

 

Colored Entertainers.

            Oh boy! You should have been there! Believe me it was some show. The most recent arrivals in camp, the colored infantry in the Lower J unit, sent down a most talented group to entertain the other night. Those boys are sure on the job in dispensing syncopated melodies. And they were accorded a royal welcome and wished a speedy return to the forum on Seventh Street, The performers, among whom is a real high class vaudeville talent, were: L. D. Battle, pianist and singer; Randall, singer and dancer; Drayton, dancer; White, pianist; and L. Monogas, singer.

 

LOOKING FOR A FIGHT.

            Mike Pastor, the 4th platoon of the 5th Company, 152 Depot Brigade, is one of those boxers who should lick the world if nerve goes for anything. Mike says the army life is the best thing he ever struck for getting a man in condition, and he offers to box anybody, anywhere, any time. Harry Nelson, at present with the casuals, is another good mitt artist who is one of the pupils of Benny Leonard.

 

MORE EFFICIENT SOLDIER, AIM OF ENGLISH CLASSES

            One of the educational activities which are comprised in the general Y. M. C. A. programme at Camp Upton—that of teaching English to enlisted men inadequately equipped with the language—was brought to the fore recently by a demonstration lesson conducted at Bakers’ Mess-hall No. 10.

            The class included thirty men, of divers nationalities erstwhile, now all Americans. Two men in horizon blue, Sergt. Camile Sauret and Sergt. Martin of the French instructors’ corps, were present.

            “On Pass” was the subject of the lesson and was amply illustrated by Private Mantenband, the instructor. The class will be continued under the guidance of Private Christopher.

            That the work is receiving the heartiest accord of officers was evidenced by the presence of Capt. Koch and Capt. Roosevelt, who expressed themselves as highly gratified at the efficacy of the method. Lessons are of a military nature, teaching particularly the words necessary in the life of a soldier, as illustrated by the following one on “Drilling”:

Use…………I use my toes and heels

Face………...when I face.

Can Face...…I can face forward the right;

Can Do…......I can do “Left face”;

Can Execute..I can execute “About face.”

Hear………...When I hear the Commander

Say………….say “Forward,” I get ready

Step………...to step forward, but I do not

Move……….When I hear him say “March!”

Step Out……I step out smartly with my left foot.

Take………..I take a step 30 inches long;

March……...I march 120 steps to the minute;

Count……...I count 1, 2, 3, 4, and

Hits………..my left foot hits the ground on the odd counts.

Halt……….I halt when I hear the command given.

Text Box: SHELL SHOCK In Headquarters Co., 304 F. A. By Garner O. Palmer

Does any one know why just whispering “listen” gently in the first sergeant’s ear serves to loosen one of the fiercest angoras we’ve ever seen?

            What caused the “Swede’s” dog to run away?

            The strangest sight we’ve seen in many a day: Our battalion sergeant acting as “kitchen cop,” but—steady!—it was not in the line of duty. Little did the fair tea servers from Bellport realize the honor that was theirs.

            An old nursery game as revised by Rosenberg and McDermott. “Button, button, who’s got the leggings?” It’s a hard game for he loser, especially when he’s “got a date at the Bushwick” with “a beaut’, fellows, a beaut’.”

            Any one wishing to get an “earful” in regard to “Monis,” “Lillie,” King “George,” come around and our veteran of the British Flying Service, Private Henry Booten, will be glad to oblige ad lib. 
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