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May 27, 1918

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Trench and Camp

May 27, 1918

Vol. 1 No. 34

 

Camp Building on 77 Jobs Is Total Over Half A Million

 Work Varies in Size from $80 to $260,000, Says Major Hays

             As a boy building centre, there are few places with any edge on Camp Upton these after-a-fashion balmy days, with seventy seven operations in process, ranging from $80 in cost to $260,000. The amount of work being done here now, according to Major Wills Hays, Constructing Quartermaster, totals over half a million dollars. And the ring of the hammer and rasp of the saw carry one back to the primeval days of August, 1917.

            The Major projects now in process of being erected are as follows: Nine hay sheds at 302d Auxiliary remount Depot with a total capacity of 200,000  bales of hay cost $50,000; three motor trucks sheds for the motor truck companies on Second Avenue, with motor repair shop, cost $27,000; dental infirmary on Upton Boulevard, cost $27,000; dental infirmary on Upton Boulevard, cost $12,000: nurses home and convalescent wards at Base Hospital, cost $35,000; warehouses along the various sidings and elsewhere, total cost $114,000; barracks at the Base Hospital cost $260,000, grain elevator south of Second Avenue, near Eighth Street, with two gigantic bins, 45 by 50 feet, cost $20,000. Besides which are a number of smaller construction operations.

 

Beginnings Made on a Canvas City

             Beginnings have been made on a Canvas City as part of Upton, and in an area just recently given over to the stump south of Second Avenue, the khaki rows and white rows of conical squad tents rear their bulk. Outgoing casuals have had the honor of being first quartered in Camp Upton’s first soldier tents for drafted men. There will be a larger number erected from time to time, and they will continue to spread their wings as the needs of new men require. Five hundred and sixty are to be put up in present allotment, erection of which is directed by Major W. E. Spear of the Quartermaster Corps.

            About 5,000 men will thus be accommodated. The tents are the squad style each one housing eight men. They sleep on regulation cots. There are separate tents for messing, built long and low.

 

Gen. Bell Urges Whole-Hearted Loyalty On New Soldier-Citizens from 19 Countries

 Thousand Men Secure Speedy Naturalization-303 in Big Ceremony

             “Some army!”

            And when Buck Private Bert. On the third row at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium last week for naturalization ceremony, allowed the foregoing to ooze from his chest, he murmured a mouthful. The celebration was one of the most significant ever held here. Soldiers in olive drab of nineteen countries and States, with right hands upraised swore on that day to protect and defend this country and to renounce all allegiances to any other. It was a public observation which in a Court Justice Joseph Morschaur of Poughkeepsie, has made over a thousand men here citizens. The ruling allowing this quick to take advantage for the men of his cantonment. By this process, a man simply had to secure a recommendation of loyalty from his Captain and with two witnesses appear at the naturalization court held at the Y.M.C.A. Hut. His petition was fled, and the next day he secured a certificate of citizenship.

 

Four Germans Cheered

             The affair in the Y.M.C.A auditorium saw 303 men naturalized, including 42 citizens of enemy countries. When the thirteen Australians, first on the list, were called forward by James F. Richardson, clerk of Suffolk County, a big cheer went up. The quartet of German citizens, numbering a Sergeant, also drew a round of hearty applause. By countries, the 303 who participated in the demonstration were: Belgium 2; Denmark, 6; Great Britain, 73; Greece, 8; Italy, 84; Netherlands, 7; Norway, 7; Roumania, 2; Russian and Russian Poland, 75; Serbia, 3; Sweden, 11; Turkey (including Armenians and Syrians), 24; Portugal, 1; Montenegro, 1; Mexico, 1; Bulgaria,1. The hundreds of others who obtained papers run in like proportions. Among the subjects of Great Britain were a score or more West Indian Negroes of the 367th Infantry.

            Gen. Bell made the address, and read from German sources the proof of German sources the proof of world principled on “might makes right.” In a short speech to the men naturalized from enemy countries he told them if they couldn't wholeheartedly support this country with their lives to even the extent of warning against their own kinsmen, they shouldn't become American citizens. “Stay where you are, if you can only be half loyal.” said the commander of the camp. Judge Morschauer in addressing the new citizen soldiers said they now have burned all bridges and must support the country to the full. “If you don't and if you haven't in your hearts the deepest spirit of true Americanism, you are traitors.” Muller F. Sturges represented the Bureau of Naturalization of New York and spoke briefly.

            “The Star-Spangled Banner,” stirringly played by the Depot Brigade Band closed the programme, with the proud Americans all at a rigid soldierly salute.

 

Gently Come In by Thousands

 Big Rookie Increment Is from Three States-Camp’s Future Character

             Most of them seem to be gentleman rookies! Have you noticed-nice leather suit cases, creased pants ‘n everything! But they're rookies and willing, and will make great soldiers.

            The largest draft increment since the early days have been to be blows in Thursday, and by now 15,000 or so are here in the Depot Brigade. A large bulk came from local boards in proportion was from three other States-Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut.

            Just what is the future of the camp, especially affecting the rookies, isn't known. General Rumor is responsible for all sorts of conjectures-everything from a new division to training by battalions as replacement units for overseas.

 

Wedding for Eight Dwindles to Pair

 Quadruple Soldier Nuptials Shrink, but One’s Successful

             There was a deal of excitement and anticipation in camp on a recent Sunday over the prospect of a quadruple wedding ceremony of the Jewish Board for Welfare Headquarters Building. Word was received that one couple had gone to the city to be married there.

            Then there was three.

            Private Leon Squires of the Base Hospital and his intended, Miss Moroff, were the first candidates on the scene, but when the bride pretty but positive learned there was likely to be three weddings in one she demurred. The groom was disappointed as he wanted to wed immediately, but the women prevailed, and they will have to wait until Private Squires can get a pass to go to town.

            Then there were two.

            One of the remaining couples missed connections somehow and failed to appear at the trysting place.

            Then there was one.

            They were married-Private Jacob Endin, 34th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, and Miss Dora Platzeck of No. 156 South First Street, Brooklyn. It was an impressive Jewish ceremony and was performed under a canopy, with Rabbi Nathan Blechman officiating. The bride and groom, in true soldier fashion, drank from the wine glass, the traditional reception for Jewish ceremonies-grape juice.

 

From The Hill Tower

             There are those who claim the Upton mosquito has had military training, especially in modern warfare-bombing, grenade throwing and gas. Merton asseverates that he was bitten in four places while asleep and helpless by a Mosq that should qualify as a Hun unteroflicitr. He has started reprisals. “Meet ruthlessness with ruthlessness,” claims Mert.

             And then, adding further to the horror there are some delicate souls who can't sleep near Mosquito Bar without waking in the A.M. with a head and a dark brown taste.

             The claim has been made that no mosquitoes are exempted because of that fleet. But there seem to be a few who are old and wise enough to have dependents.

             And the salute is becoming practical in the extreme. From the salute position one can come without loss of motion to the “Slap Slap” position.

 

Letter-Writing “Angels,” Company Balls, Beauty Barrack Competitions, In the O.B. Potpourri

 Letter from Depot Brigade Lad at Custer Reports on K.P.

             The old battalions which have occupied sections of the Depot Brigade area for more than six months are now moving down to the camp proper, or, to quote from a certain Captain, “leaving the brigade and moving to Camp Upton.” Soon another batch of rookies will come and discover for themselves the joys of camp life, and the idiosyncrasies of army Sergeants.

Musical Paragraphs

             The Charming personality and singing abilities of Miss Cynthia Kellogg, New York soprano, won her many soldier admirers last winter, and recently she played a return engagement, with 19th street Y.M.C.A. Hut, appearing there twice and singing for a number of prisoners.

 Singer Pleases

             Miss Florence Bucklin Scott of New York spent several days in camp during the past week and sang in most of the Y.M.C.A.’s and the Base Hospital. Her rich, mellow contralto voice gave great pleasure everywhere, and hundreds of soldiers encored each appearance.

 Giffany Street Gang Says “Wot!”

 They like Being Spoken to Like Gentleman-But Look Out, K. Bill!

 

(Pvt. S. Rose 34th Co., 152d D.B.)

             Before goin’ further in this army game i wanna say jus’ a few words. Blowin’ me own horn ain't my game but I of got somethin’ on me chest and it’s gotta get off-see! Now I’ll admit right here I didn’t come out to this joint on me own free will, as you might say, but when I gets a special invite sayin’ t’ree times in black and white From The President to Sam Rose Greetin’s Greetin’s Greetin’s I just couldn’t stay away. That's what I call polite talk and ever they are that I'm a gent what appreciates bein’ spoke to like a gent.

            Now that I'm down here I wanna tell you I’m gonna show this hear Hun crowd they pulled and awfullest bone that's ever been pulled when they got Uncle Samel’s nanny. Believe me they’ve, got the Giffany Street gang after ‘em now, them Huns have. I belong to that gang, too, see! And whatever we goes after we gets, see! Boy we’re so tough we season our chow with nails and we don’t use no handkerchiefs to wipe our nose. We use sand paper, see!

 

Dames and Dog Fights

             “What did you think of the girl I had at the dance?” Harry Donnelly asked Sergt. Moses yesterday.

            “All right,” agreed Mose. “But what was the matter with her?”

            “Matter! Nothing was the matter!” replied Harry, a trife indignantly. “If she was anything like that dame you had along with you, I wouldn’t take her to a dog fight.”

 

A Tender-Skinned Rookie

 

Capt. Olsen of the 15th tells of a certain rookie who, when being reprimanded for not having shaved, replied that he was unable to shave, his skin being so tender that if bled. That reminds us of a little conversation that passed between another rookie and his commanding officer.

C. O.-”Aha, private, you haven’t shaved!”

Private-”Aha, I haven’t got a razor!”

C. O.-”Aha, there day’s kitchen police!”

 

Concerning “Dolphin” Again.

             Lieut. Col. Dolph is not going to leave us just yet. The War Department order transferring him to one of the Southern camps has been held up, and “Dolphing,” the greatest of indoor sports, still continues in the Depot Brigade area. Col. Dolph stopped to interrogate a buck private on guard a few days ago and the private addressed him as “Lieutenant.”

            “Lieutenant!” said and the Colonel; why don’t you call me Sergeant?”

 

First Company a Winner

             The competition for the most attractive barrack area in the Depot Brigade has made the boys work hard on their areas, building rustic fences and arches and raising flowers and grass. The judges have decided in favor of the 1st Company, who put one over on the rest of the brigade, particularly their neighbors, the 3d Company, by sowing oats in the ground they had broken, raising a beautiful, healthy crop of the verdant green that put the hue of the woods to shame. The 3d Company was a close second.

 

Third Company Ball

             The 3d Company ball, at Maennerchor Hall, 51st Street, was a big success, financially and socially. Part of Caslar’s Band provided the music and in the following vaudeville and cabaret artists performed: Marion and Davis, from the Alamo; Shanley Trio, from Shanleys Broadway and 43d Street; McCarthy Sisters singing and dancing; Miss Helen Brennen, Andrew Muddell, Miss Dreyfuss and Miss May Riley.

            The McCarthy Sisters ten and twelve years of age, were the star act of the evening, singing and dancing. Miss Tessie Dreyfuss was a big act, weighing 200 pounds, with a voice in proportion to her size.

            A pleasing feature of the evening was a presentation of a loving cup to Sergt. McMurray, whose platoon had done most to foster company spirit and had worked hardest for company spirit and had worked hardest for company entertainments and dances. The cup was presented by Mrs. Kline, company godmother, who in return was presented a bouquet of roses as a token of appreciation for her kindness. The success of the function was made possible by the co-operation of the company officers and by efforts of Sergt. Shanley and Mrs. Kline.

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They Are “Some” in 32d Co. and They Aim at Fritz

 

            That the 32d Company of the Depot Brigade is deserving of space in Trench and Camp is the conviction of Acting Corporal William J. Goff who commits the following personal observations to black ink:

            “We have in our company a few very prominent fellows. Namely- Clarke Crystal Hoolahan (the Supply Boy). Gittleman, Blackford (Our dashing Sergeant-Top). Harrington & Gonzardi (two of the Best) and others too numerous to mention, they seem to be quite in demand in their respective duties that goes along with their rank-seems as though popularity has not bred discontent among the boys here-they are there.

            “There is mystery surrounding the capacity in which our Acting Sergt. Jenson, one day it is say Sergeant-the next say Corporal, then again say Jenson-wonder where that boy stands in this company-he seems to be a jack-of-all-trades-but! We will admit he is there some and capable of holding down any position that he may be called upon to carry out. His is one of the cases of never-ending ambition to make the best of things and to attain all the laurels due him in this great conflict over the pond.

            “All the boys are anxious to “Go over the Top” and show Fritz that the Yanks are there a few and if intentions go for anything Germany is beaten-by far, by far.”

 T.S.O. Men from 29th Company Are Honored

             Connecticut men in the 29th Company. Depot Brigade rallied recently to tell one another how well and contented they were in the new army life and to whisper the virtues of Sergt. Thomas L. J. Keyts. Privates Fred Feible, Albert L. Zeitung and Arthur Veronneau. They were the 29th’s contribution to the Fourth Officers Training School at Camp Custer, and the party honoring them was in the company's barrack. Talent was discovered in every direction when the committee turned here and there for “Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight.” Private Robert Pape; recitation, Private John Gorsky; “There's a long, long trail,” Private Andrew Leibler; fancy work on a mouth instrument, Private Frank Kordell; “Send Me Away with a Smile,” Private Phil Smith; selection. Private A. Barberi; “Goodbye, Good Luck, God Bless You,” Private William Corrigan; rag on the ivories, Private Abe Levine; “Homeward Bound,” Private Silverdollar and company; “I Love You” (Italian song) Privates Filosa and Barberi; “Joan of Arc,” Private Fred Angus; buck and wing dance. Private Collins; farewell remarks, Private Zeitung; speech by request. Sergt. T. Keyes.

 

Quartet to Help Fun at Famous C. & B. Mess

             Arrangements have been made whereby the Medical Department Quartet, who have earned wide popularity in camp due to their fine melodious talent, are to entertain at the C. & B. Mess during supper hour. Sergt. Dan Caslar’s musicians will join.

            George Quigly, Woody A. Wallace and William Wentworth, the men that are responsible for the good show at the C. & B. School, led by our veteran, Sergt. T. Y. Dennis, are very much enthused about cooking, especially in preparing foods for the members of their mess, and one may find a large variety of proper eatables which are appetizing and appreciated by all.

            The slogan used by Sergt. Dennis, which reads, “The best none too good,” will tell at a glance that it is carried out to its fullest extent.

            Sergt. Syd L. Gross

 

Needed Only Peanuts for This Base Show to Be Real Circus

 Boys Wise, All Right, as to Nurse’s Duty toward “Bonds of Acrimony.”

 

From Trench and Camp’s Official Joy-Fill Administrator at the Base Hospital

             Columbus didn't discover the base hospital. The state Women's War Relief did. Perhaps their discovery was even more important. A party from this organization gave an entertainment; in the Red Cross building one night last week and judging by the enthusiasm aroused one wouldn't have been surprised at a salute of seventeen guns for the entertainers after the show

            It was a performance almost entirely by women for an audience composed entirely of men, but it got over, even better than a boxing match between a man and a kangaroo. Miss Grace Leigh, the leader of the unit, appeared in the organization's uniform and disarmed all hostility by her smile and the way she sang “What Could a Poor Nurse Do?” The members of the Red Cross bent their heads and pretended they didn't know the answer, but all the boys let out a whoop that showed they knew, all right, what the nurse ought to have done when the young hero asked her to assume the holy bonds of matrimony with him.

 

Paint Vaudeville and Music Mark Progress in the K. Of C, Activities

 Ladies Continue to Bring Eats and Nimble Feet for Soldiers

 (From K. of C. Headquarters.)

             Keeping pace with the general trend of camp life, the K. of C. in camp has started its spring fixing up. In other words, they have had their buildings painted what is described on the barrels as a dark, rich brown, and the lawns in front of their buildings are now in course of transformation from arid wastes of sand to brilliant spots of green. The Upton Boulevard Headquarters still continues to bid for first honors as the most popular place in camp, and the verands will long be remembered by the men who take up life in a dugout as a little bit of heaven back home.

 

Sergeant Rises to Bring Mates Out Of Obscurity

             Ever and anon and often Mosea rises up in some company and delivers his comrades from the clarion columns of the soldiers’ paper. This time it’s Sergeant McMahan, 4th Company, Depot Brigade, who remarks after this manner:

            “To the editor of Trench and Camp-”Sir: Very little is heard about the 4th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Men may come and go, but the 4th Comp. will go on forever. Capt Cruger of the original 4th has gone across, but he it was who started the enthusiastic spirit among his men, selecting such leaders for non-coms as Sergt. Ward of Islip: Sergts. Warkenhut O’Hara and Reynolds of New York: Sergts. Moran and Burken of Brooklyn: Sergt.  Wills of Bay Shore, and others. Capt Shurtleff, now commanding the outfit, takes great pride in it, and athletics, entertainment and other activities are given every encouragement. Recently a new draft was received and First for a Sergt. Warkenhut put on the power for an entertainment and assisted by Corpl. Ruby. And evening's programme was put on with great success. A novelty in the location of the party was introduced with the aid of lantern and other dark chasers, and the company street proved as good as a barrack. Some headliners in entertainment were introduced with Private Kiang and Stocker at the piano and Privates Martin Roach and Land as songsters. Monologues songs, boxing and stories figured. Sergt. Warkenhut gave a talk on company spirit introducing Capt. Ferris, who made some remarks on why we are here and the reason for going across. Ice cream and cake went big. Sincerely yours, “Sergt. M’Mahan.”

 

Alarm Clocks Passe Here- Rooster Now Waking the Cook

 Chanticleer Helps Sun Get Up and Also John Prescott

             The old army gag about alarm clocks is neither fresh nor funny in the casual barracks these days. For John Prescott, the energetic cook of the outfit, has thrown his alarm clock into the properly designed rubbish container and had bought instead a rooster. No imitation stuff- a live, red necked, crowing he-hen, with all the vocal ability of the proverbial chanticleer. The boys have objected somewhat to having another male in the barracks and would prefer Prescott to take on a hen, for its egg depositing possibilities. But the cook’s reason for maintaining the rooster on the mess roster is as practical as counting eggs, for it is acting as an awakener in the morning. And no alarms clock could be more prompt and effective. Ever A.M. at sharp chanticleer helps the sun get up with his clarion call and incidentally wakes John from the allurements of his bunk. The only drawback is Monsieur Rooster has no favorites and wakes the entire barracks with as much fervor and enthusiasm as he would give to a single personal call.

            In its conjectured whether his fate will be that of the rooster-mascot of Company D, 307th Infantry. The lads who palled with that bird were enthusiastic about him at first, but he insisted on being cock of the walk and had to be suppressed. He appeared at mess one day, but without feathers.

 

Sport Authority Writes in Praise of “Benny’s” Exhibition Efforts

 Our Own Champs Bit Brings Praise by Edgren Evening World

             Telegraph word from Billy Gibson from Los Angeles is to the effect that Benny Leonard, Camp Upton’s boxing instructor, has been instrumental in raising $40,000 for Pacific Coast camp athletic equipment.

            Writing recently in his sport column in The New York Evening World about Our Own Benny, Bob Edgren, famous sportswriter, says:

            “Benny is doing his work for the War Department and doing first class work. Just now Benny is in California. He was detailed there by the bout with Johnny McCarty in a huge show given to a rises in the training camps. Benny was the great attraction in that show. When he appeared in the ring for the final bout the big crowd cheered him for twenty minutes. Out in California they appreciated what Leonard us doing for his country, whether our (probably teutonic) friend hiding under the alias “sport” appreciates it or not.      

            “The she took $23,000, which will buy boxing gloves, baseballs, footballs, &c., for the soldiers in training in Pacific Cast camps. Jimmy Coffroth, the old time promoter of boxing affairs, planned and conducted the boxing show, and all of Jimmy’s old friends helped. All the biggest men in San Francisco were present, from the Mayor Dow. There were decisions in every bout, and Willie Ritchie on the semi-final and Benny Leonard won the final.

            “Leonard may appear in another contest, and may even take one bout for himself, with the full permission of the commission, which isn't at all lacking in appreciation of Benny’s services. Leonard was able to go to the Coast to take part in the army show there at this time because with the newly drafted troops just settling down to work at Upton there is less boxing than there will be a little later, when the men are in the full swing of it.

            “When Benny comes back and all the camp is boxing, he will be the busiest fellow in New York State. The last division at Upton kept Benny boxing harder than any man ever boxed before. It is a plain fact that some days he boxed more than fifty rounds. And they were not easy rounds for him, because his pupils were always free-and very-willing to cut loose, while Champion Benny Leonard felt at liberty only to defend himself as best he could. There were few days when Benny couldn't show a discolored eye or a cut lip or a black lump on the end of his chin. Benny ‘took ‘em’ at Upton. He never had to ‘take ‘em’ in the ring.”

 

Commanding General Praises Private for Bringing Noted Stage Artists’ Entertainment to Camp Upton

 In a Semicircle on Liberty Stage, Stars Hear of Democratic Army

             The rookie in the precarious packed last row of the Liberty Theater gasped and choked with emotion that could not be uttered.

            “Lordy Bill,” he whispered hoarsely to his bunkie. “Who they gonna bring out next, Charley Chaplin or President Wilson!”

            And it was rather difficult to gauge what would be the brilliancy of the next star to take the boards when the recent all-star “Private Berlin to Gen. Bell.” show was given to an audience that packed every corner of the spacious camp theater. To begin with Grant Mitchell, star of “The Tailor-Made Man,” walked right out in reg’lar non-stage clothes and in a chummy sort of way began talking as if he knew everyone in the place. He said the names easily, but to the ear of the rook of the rear row, as he told off the next number with easy familiarity, it was hard to keep from thinking it a dream. The show was the none-plus-ultra everyone a star bill, and those who delighted alike brigadiers and low privates were all volunteers. Their names: Jazz band from Ziegfelds “Midnight Frollie,” Lillian Loraine and the victory Chorus from the “Frolic,” tiny Catherine and Jane Lee of moving picture fame, Harry Fox, Vivienne Segal and Carl Randall, the Dooley Brothers, Miss Adele Rowland and Ralph DeCosta, Dorothy Jordan, who sang our own Dan Caslars new song hit, “Yo San;” the six Brown Brothers, Fred Ston, Fay Bainter and “The Kiss Burglar” chorus, Al Jolson, Ann Pennington, Frisco Eddie Cantor, Will Rogers and Irving Berlin and the Yaphank chorus.  

            And that Yaphank chorus with Berlin and the soloist composer, was no ham outfit. They sang the song herewith given with half a dozen pianos in the hands of soldier ivory-beaters and a chorus of sixteen lusties.

            Then came the real number. Gen. Bell was asked to come upon the stage and called immediately all the participants in the show. They fled out in regular clothes again and ranged themselves in a timid semi-circle, facing this veteran with the two stars on his shoulder. The General thanked them for their generosity in coming down, told them some of the things in the democratic army, and ended by paying tribute to Private Berlin, who had arranged the show. The proceeds are to go toward the equipping of two officers barracks for the use of Liberty Theater entertainers.

 

Major Gen. Bell to Private Irving Berlin

 “To this man you owe your gratitude for this splendid performance of the stage stars. In the National Army he is Private Berlin, but in private life he's a Prince, and I would be glad to exchange salaries with him.

            “This great new army of ours is not alone to make the world safe for democracy; it is actually creating democracy. In the ranks of this organization the banker is hod-carrier has his fine qualities. And the hod-carrier is learning that not every plutocrat is a satrap in shoulder-straps.”

 

Many Attend Special Jewish Service Here

 (From Jewish Board for Welfare Work Headquarters)

             Due to the courtesy and consideration of Gen. Bellos issuing the order in reference to the Feast of Pentecost, the seats and aisles of the Camp Chapel on Upton Boulevard were filed at 6.30 a.m. recently with Jewish soldiers eager to celebrate the holiday commemorating the giving of the law of Mount Sinai. It was necessary to hold another service at 7.30 for the large number which had been unable to secure places for the earlier, making the total attendance 600 men. The memorial exercises the following were equally successful.

            Candy and Lemonade Day was another celebration recently for a number of boys. The Patchogue ladies arrived early fully armed with lemonade and cake and began serving at 8 in the afternoon. The supplies much to the ladies astonishment, lasted only a half hour. To keep themselves busy an opening was effected into a supply of candy that had arrived in the morning. Five hundred pounds were distributed at the Jewish Board at the Y.M.C.A. and K. of C. huts, which acted as distributing centres. Barracks which were apprised of what was going foreward sent individual representatives and the stump-pullers, several hundred strong, were marshalled to the feast by the Lieutenant immediately after retreat.

           

 More Upton Definitions

             Old age Pension-Equivalent to the fare paid for a trip to N.Y. on the L.I.R.R.

            Depot-Brigade-The first overnight stop on the journey to B-n. A state of mind. Where Regular Army Sergeants call rookies “Hides.” One of America’s most popular Allies. The place that is rumored to have declared a separate peace with Germany.

            Sunday-A synonym for Homemade Pie. The day when every man who expected a pass gets K.P. The only time inspection isn’t necessary.

            Salary-What every private got in unlimited quantities-from a thousand a week, up-before coming into the army.

            Bevo-A liquid substance concocted of ninety per cent. Imagination. Something that has no authority over the stomach.

            Upton Boulevard-The only street in the U.S.A. where the automobile is not feared by the pedestrian.

 

Australian Pianist Here

             One of the most talented young men who has yet stopped from the L.I.R.R. into Camp Upton to begin training as a soldier is Frank Conway, the famous Australian pianist, who has for several days been quartered at No. 225 15th Street. In concert work Private Conway has achieved big success, and has been latterly working at the Palace in New York. His new mates have set an enthusiastic stamp of approval on his playing at Y huts since his arrival.

 

We Live at Upton with Major Gen. Bell

             Words and music by Private Irving Berlin and introduced in compliant to Gen. Bell at recent all-star entertainment at the Liberty Theatre.

            We kissed the folks goodbye

            And heaved a parting sigh

            Then congregated at our local boards;

            They sent us on our way,

            We shouted “Hip Hooray,”

            Loud enough to strain our vocal chords;

            Now we’re with the happy, scrappy mob,

            Each and every one of us on the job.

Chorus

            We live at Upton with Major Gen. Bell,

            When we’re preparing to give the Kaiser hell-wow!

            Upton is not what you’d call a modern hotel,

            But what do we care as long as we’re there.

            With Major Gen. Bell.

 

Ladies Bring Food and Feet

             On Saturday, the camp Upton Auxiliary of the K. of C., an organization of young women who have been paying periodic visits to Camp Upton, again came down laden with good things to eat, and some fifty pairs of nimble feet, ready to twinkle over the North Carolina pine floors of the K. of C. buildings. The auxiliary has now undertaken to build extensions to the K. of C. buildings.

 

Vaudeville Every Sunday

             The new structure now being erected upon the site of the ill-fated Fifth Street building is very near completion. It is hoped to have it in operation by Sunday. This club house will measure 28 by 100 feet, and will later be used as a recreation room when the new assembly room is put up.

            By arrangements made through the Stage Women’s War Relief Committee the K. of C.  Will have an all-star vaudeville show for every Sunday night beginning next Sunday. This will make Sunday the busiest day of the week at the K. of C. club houses. The programme calls for a band concert in the afternoon, dancing in the evening, followed by a vaudeville show, which may suitably be given on a Sunday. The selection of this night was made necessary by the fact that those who have volunteered their services are engaged in their professional duties on other evenings.

 

Rising To Remark

             Trench and Camp, rises to respark, and when rising to remark it’s difficult to keep a bit of boasting from sliding in, between the lines of course.

            This time it’s about the cartoons-the “art” features of this soldier’s paper. You’ve noticed them, of course, Jack Kelly’s weekly reviews of life hereabouts that fit with grace into the best humor of the best-(don’t mention it.  Jack!) And Emanuel Davie’s stuff, and Mill Gross’s, and, oh yes, that combo of poetry and pen-sketching done by Jack Kelly and Lou Sheinman, the Gifted Duo of the personnel office. But why dilate!

            Oh yes, you are mailing T. and C. after a thorough reading to the home folks? A one-cent stamp and-

 

American Army Leads in Keeping down Disease

             The American Army now sets the world standard for holding down the disease percentage. This statement is made by no less than authority Major General William C. Gorgas, surgeon general of the United States Army.

            Until the American Army forged its way to first place, the standard was set by the Japanese.

            The occasion of General Gorgas’ remarks was a recent and unexpected visit that he made to the Chicago Stockyards. There he expressed himself as satisfied with the meat that was being prepared for delivery to the Expeditionary Forces.

            General Gorgas said further; “The health and sanitary conditions in the American army camps and among the men called to service are satisfactory. Personal disease among the men in the army is about the same as civil life. We are doing better than the armies of Europe; but we should do better because we have had the record of their experiences to guide us.”

 

“Send your Money Home; Keep Your Health Abroad.”

             Permission was recently given by the War Department to place Red Triangle Secretaries on board the transports. Each secretary carries with him a set of thrift promotion material produced for the purpose which includes:

  1. An animated Thrift cartoon film. 2. A set of 33 colored lantern slides for lecture purposes. 3. A set of twenty announcement slides. These slides show the soldier that because 93 out of 100 men expect to return, according to Secretary of War Baker, they must “Prepare to live.” by saving not only their money, but their muscles, their minds and their morals.

            Several of these slides with proper illustrations read as follows;

            “Men by the millions will go overseas expecting to fill a hero’s grave. But Secretary of War Baker sat 14 out of every 15 will return. Prepare to Live.”

            “Send your money home, keep your health abroad. You’ll need both after the War. Prepare to Live.”

            “One scrap is enough. Save now and prevent a struggle later. Prepare to Live.”

            “You have a date with opportunity after you have finished Frits. Save while serving. Prepare to Live.”

            “Help keep the home fires burning. Send some of your pay home to the folks. Prepare to Live.”

 

            If a man with one arm is willing to lend a hand in winning the war, surely a one legged man can’t kick.

            No, Steven, the smartest men are not in the Intelligence Department.

            Some civilians are doing their bit by getting up an hour earlier.

            Don’t forget Uncle Sam has fingerprints of some of the best poker players in the country.

            When Sydney was asked if he had any birthmarks he pointed to his nose.

            Some fellows WORKING on the road from the station stopped their arduous labor to watch a batch of “cits” coming in for their first job, and of course had to ask them how long they were in for.

            George’s former wife went through a serious operation. She had her allotment cut off.

            The draft has shown up the fact that a majority of the boys are over developed in some part of their anatomy. Proper development is attained by most of them, however. The exceptions are usually the fellows with an enlarged cranium.

            Former milkmen don’t mind reveille.

            If you can touch your toes without bending your knees, you can find it easy to open the window and throw your chest out.

            Any spirit is the proper spirit.

            The Observer

 

Fame of 3d Reaches Custer

             Writing from Camp Custer, Mich., Sergt. Bogard, better known as Charley, the popular late company clerk of the 3d company, says: “The fame of the 3d Company was known even here, for as a criterion for those who were to receive the honor, some of the boys of our outfit were detailed on the initial fire guard and kitchen police. Of course your humble servant was one of the picked men, and all we had to do, in addition to the Camp Upton K. P. duties was to wash crockery for the entire company of 250 men, and also wait on table. No fellow has said that he wished he was back at Upton, they all take it out in praying.”

            Sergt. Bogard goes on to say that the men picked for the O. T. C. are a great bunch, and that the mess, which is managed entirely by the Q. M. Corps, is fine. He also sends his regards to the boys of the Depot Brigade ball team, on which he had played shortstop.

 

These Letter Writing “Angels”

             Sergt. Olsen the 3d Company was told of a charming little girl in the “Bronix” who wished to write to a soldier. Sergt. Shanley described her an “angel,” and Sergt. Olsen began to correspond with her. Being O. O. L. on the pass propositions, it was four weeks after the writing of the first letter, during which period he corresponded almost daily before he was able to get into town to see the lady. Last Saturday night in company with the versatile Shanely, he met the lady, and was formerly introduced. She wore a hat well down over her face, which eased the shock a little, but when poor Olsen got in a position to get a good “close up” of the lady’s “Physog.” he was seized with a very strange feeling of faintness and nausea, and excused himself, leaving Shanley to explain to the lady that Olsen was often seized with violent spasms.

The next time Shanley saw Olsen in the mess hall he said: “That was a nice trick, leave a girl like that. You should get to know that girl, and you’ll find that she has a most wonderful charm of manner and a fine personality.”

“Well, she needs something to help her live through it, with a map like she’s got,” said Olsen, and then he solemnly swore never to fall again for any of these expert letter writers.

 

The Way They Do It Now

             They used to stroll up to the desk, hang down their two bits on the counter, gaze abstractedly at the Young Men’s Secretary and say “Three threes, and make it snappy, so-and-so, you bigham!” Now when they need stamps they throw back their shoulders, March briskly to the…

 

            Pershing’s Veterans

            Fifty of General Pershing’s veterans came to this country to assist in promoting the Third Liberty Loan.

As they made their way through the streets of New York and other cities throughout the country, there were constant exclamations from the crowds that saw them. Everyone was impressed with their soldierly bearing.

But there was something more than more physical attractiveness about these men. There was an expression on their faces that betokened a new spirit. Everyone who saw them sensed this. What was it that gave them this proud bearing? It was not the acclaim of an enthusiastic people. Sometimes this serves to unnerve rather than to thrill.  Emotion gets the better of men as they see the familiar sky line and walk with people to whom they had said goodbye, a farewell that might have been their last.

The experience that transformed these men was the experience that all of the men of the great Army of the United States are facing.

They have learned how to obey, not as unwilling tools of a despotic government; but as soldiers of the common good. They have learned their characters have been developed. The American army is a great school for character.

            The great principle of the draft, the democratic principle of the draft, has called men from all walks of life and thrown them into a melting pot. There the dross has been consumed and the gold refined.

            Some men who would not have recognized a tooth brush were put in the same tents with men who gazed at them in pitying curiosity. The uncouth soldier thought the careful “bunkie” almost womanish in his care of his person. And he did not hesitate to say so.  But the influence of the clean man and the offensiveness of uncleanliness in close quarters told their tale. The uncouth man brushed his teeth. The reflex of his experiment in cleanliness was that he began to take pride in his appearance. Thus the first lesson was well learned.

            The tenderly reared man who had nothing but contempt at first for his uncouth tent-mate saw that his neighbor had a code of honor all his own. The uncouth man would not steal; he had contempt for the liar. The man who had been so very careful of his appearance began to examine himself. There was much that he was forced to admire. Forced to admire in the other man, much that he felt he must emulate if he were to win the other man’s esteem. So he began setting his own house in order.

Together the tent-mates learned some of life’s most valuable lessons. They became fast friends. On the battlefield new qualities were discovered in each. War makes strange bedfellows, but the melting pot sizzled.

The well-bred man and the back woodsman had much in common when they thought they were farthest apart. Both of them resented the undue assumptions of authority by the top sergeant. He was too autocratic entirely. But the day came when the top sergeant showed that he was willing to go through fire to save the men that he had berated.            

The newly graduated young officer was the especial balt of the men he commanded. On his faulting there was a common meeting ground. His day of testing came too. It was not on the battlefield. It was on the drill ground when a maneuver was improperly executed. The young officer took all the blame and told his captain that the fault was improper instruction. He swallowed hard as he said it. But the captain understood and walked away without further comment.            

As the men dismissed to their company street the top-sergeant called for three cheers for their erst- while common enemy. The young subaltern turned sharply and said “Silence!”

            But the great lesson had been learned. They were all men, each engaged in a man’s job. Out there distinctions of rank, nothing more. Underneath the uniform of every one was the heartbeat of a man.

Rank meant authority; authority implied expected obedience; and because, in the great melting pot, each had learned to appraise the other rightly the obedience was rightfully given.

Thus was the spirit of the new army called into being. Thus it was that men’s heads became more erect and backs more straight. Thus it was that American soldiers went into battle, each man realizing that he had his own part to play and that his own part was as important in the circumstances in which it was cast as was the other man’s.

This tells why the Pershing veterans thrilled Broadway and touched the heart of America. They had come into consciousness of their manhood.

 

Gov’t Wants All Homes Kept Open to Soldiers

                        There should be no let-up in the home hospitality so magnificently shown American soldiers by people throughout the country, according to Raymond B. Fosdick, chairman of the War Department Commission on Training Camp Activities.

            Mr. Fosdick’s statement was made in denial of a magazine story in which the writer said the time had come for “the public to keep ‘hands off’ the men in the service.” The articles also stated that “over 90 percent” of the social functions provided by war camp communities take the form of late-hour dances, which impair the physical vitality of the men in service. Mr. Fosdick also empathetically denies this statement.

            “Man power will win the war, and we depend upon the American home in conserving this power,” says Mr. Fosdick. “As President Wilson has soldiers leave Americas, and their efficiency on the battle fronts of Europe, will be vitally affected by the character of our military training camps.”

            “The time has no more come for the public to keep hands off the men in service’ than the time has come to stop conserving wheat or supporting government loans,” Says Mr. Fosdick. “To say that it has a direct contradiction of the Government’s policy. The preservation of normal social relationships between the people and the men in training is an essential part of our military program. It is under Government supervision and is being done by the War Camp. Community Service outside camps with equal effectiveness as the work of the Y.M.C.A. and Knights of Columbus inside the camps.

            “It is not true that the ‘entertainment of the men in service in private homes has resulted to the detriment of the men instead of to their benefit.” There has been no change in the attitude of the Government toward home hospitality. In fact, with hundreds of thousands of men pouring into training camps, the Government desires more than ever that the people of America continue to offer to them the wholesome influences of their homes.

            “Naturally in the entertainment of thousands of men in private homes there have been some instances of hospitality overdone or taken advantage of. Some women, unwisely, have flooded soldiers with sweets and unnecessary ‘comforts’ and have written doleful letters to their boys. These things and the ‘godmother’ idea are justifiably discouraged. But a sharp distinction should be drawn between pink-tea sentimentally toward the soldier and the organized hospitality which is supervised by the Government.”

            Answering the assertion that “over 90 percent of the social functions provided for the men outside of the camps have taken the form of dances which, keeping until all hours, impair the physical vitality of the men,” Mr. Fosdick says:

            “This is mere speculation. Dances do not constitute an overwhelming proportion of the recreation program. Athletic meets, community sings concerts, church socials, automobile rides, home hospitality and many other forms of entertainment are provided. Dances almost always take place Saturday nights-not often enough to impair their vitality.

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Confessions after Telling Nurse

             Miss Leigh sang several other patriotic songs in a way that would almost take the curse off “Die Wacht Am Rhein.” In fact she made such a pronounced hit that the boys kept egging her on, until finally she had to blush clear back to her wisdom teeth and confess, “I don’t know any more!”

            After that, the boys reluctantly let her alone and gave Miss Eleanor Huber another chance to “carry on” with her monologue sketches, which were all the more enjoyable because you felt they dealt with absurd people you knew, but never with you. The boys in particular took to the story describing the young housewife buying meat, which indicated that they’ll be able to do the family shopping when Women Suffrage gets going strong.

 

Peanuts All Needed For Circus

             Miss Alice Dahler, clad in the clown’s dress of a Pierrot, did a dance representing a circus, so that all you needed was a bag of peanuts to feel quite at home. Also, Miss Ruth Benton trilled several songs pleasantly, while Miss Helen… ( Article is cut off) ...pianists made the necessary tricks with the piano, last of all came the male section of the entertainment, displaying one of the most elastic chests ever stretched behind the footlights. It belonged to Mr Underwood, who said he was fifty-seven years old, but was either trying to deceive the Germans as to his military strength or else was put through the same vulcanizing process of rubber heels.

            He stepped stiff-legged from a chair on a table to the floor without even disturbing the part in his hair; he broke world’s record in the running high kick, also kicking two objects simultaneously when they were held high in the air and far apart, and altogether he indulged in calisthenics that must have rearranged his internal system considerably. A word of merit should also be bestowed on his talented assistants, Privates John Blumenthal and Charles Weschrob, who acted as if falling on their faces was the most natural thing they did.

 

Bizarre Screens Help

            The attractiveness of the show was enhanced by the unique background of screens set up by the Red Cross Workers, so bizarre that it was no wonder Private Leo Ruggeri asked when the hall was empty. “Who’s giving the exhibition here?” After the performance there was dancing with Sergt. Maxwell Klein in the thick of the fray as scout master.

            Sergt. Klein, by the way, now has the nerve to declare that he had nothing to do with the recent movie blaze at the Red Cross Building, and in fact wasn’t there at all. Trench and Camp, however, still sticks to its version of the story, despite libel suits Sergt. Klein may institute for being represented as the hero of the blaze.

 

Most Lovers Pleased

             On Tuesday last Signor Alfredo Randegger and Mrs. Randegger gave a song recital at the Auditorium which brought to that place most of the music lovers in camp. Signor Randegger is a concert pianist of considerable note and varied an interesting programme by reading extracts from the letters of his nephew, the late Lieut. Randegger, recently of the Italian Flying Forces, who was killed while flying over the Tyrol. Mrs. Randegger was charming in rendering groups of Italians and French lullabies and war songs.

            The recent influx of men greatly crippled the Knights of Columbus supply stationary, but the last three days the Q. M. trucks have been busy bringing in huge boxes and the K. of C. men are again smiling.

 

The Country’s Glory Is in Their Eyes

By A.L. Miller

Publisher of the Battle Creek (Mich.) Enquirer News

             We who grew up from the edge of the Civil War grew up in belief that the glory of the Country was in the past.

            There had been days of old when knights were bold, but they were the old days. As for the president, it was as shy on the glorified opportunity as it was on hostile Indians. It was finished, trimmed, and enclosed in a whitewashed fence of settled peace and order.

            So, we of the “seventies” and “eighties” watched the Decoration Day parade go by!

            We know better now.

            The glory of the country is now, and hereafter. Boys who were playing marbles in the street a little while ago are in a greater adventure now than men ever took part in before; and they are coming back to a bigger work of planning and building and developing and governing than the controlling powers of a country’s citizenship ever did before.

            The reason we who stay at home are confident is not because of the consciousness of an adequate strength within ourselves, for we know the job is too big for that-the war job and the job after the war. Our confidence is part of the tremendous thrill we get from fellows in khaki-officers and men.

            We have known they would have courage. No one ever doubted the American soldier would have that. We didn’t know that in the mass they would each have such character-we hadn’t reasoned quite that far.

            Character they have.

            We of the cantonment cities who know them as near neighbors and daily companions know that. Our joy is in the certainty that not alone they will finish the job “Over There”-with the help that all of us who stand expect to give them-but that they will come back to properly do the work which is waiting for them over there.

            They who save the Nation must return to guide the nation.

            And we look them over, officers and men, and thank God for the certainty that both jobs will be well and safely done-done by American gentlemen.

            An army that had muscle and nerve might drive the kaiser back. But the army that makes America safe, now and hereafter, must have ideals, must be clean, and must have strength of mind and soul as well as of body.

            For this army must live for the flag, hereafter, as well as fight for it now.

            To those of us who see the army at close hand there comes, a hundred times a day, the assurance that this army will “do!”

            We thought the glory of the country was in the past.

            And all at once, the crisis of all times, and-tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching, and the country’s glory is in their eyes.

 

The Kaisers Battle

             Whenever success crowns German effort-the Kaiser did it.

            As the great battle on the Western front was launched and the pressure of the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Prussian hordes forced the Allies to give ground-the Kaiser did it.

            The newspapers of the Empire stirred by the first signs of success- or to put it less poetically but more truthfully, prodded by German bayonets-gave glowing accounts of the Kaiser’s battle.

            The War Lord was pictured as standing on an elevation-far removed from the scene of the battle, of course-and studying the movements in close detail through a powerful glass. Also he was pictured as weeping crocodile tears and exclaiming with an agony of woe in his voice, “What have I not done to prevent all this?”

            Then the tide of battle turned. The newspapers still called it the Kaiser’s battle, but they looked about for someone to blame for crossing the signals.

            The mad War Lord was quick to recognize the turn in the tide of battle, even though he did not venture far forward. “I must not lose,” he exclaimed, and calling two or three generals emphasized his resolve. “I must not lose. I cannot lose. I will make a new attack-send some new divisions.”

            So the new divisions were sent, and slaughtered. Again the Kaiser called the general officers, “I will attack again-send more divisions,” he said.

            His mental processes were much like those of a New York City Editor who, sending a reporter to interview a famous man, learned that the reporter had been very rudely ejected. The reporter complained that he had been kicked down the steps. “Go back again,” said the City Editor, “no one can intimidate ME!”

            The Kaiser’s literal application of his statement, “I will attack” was to give the order, “Send some new divisions.”

            But the reinforcements were unavailing. And the Kaiser drawing his mantle about him, like the villain of the piece, said to his generals, “I am going away: but I will return.”

            Emissaries ran ahead and told the newspaper editors that they must stop calling it Kaiser’s battle. The Kaiser had nothing to do with it. Whoever told them it was his battle, anyway? It is Ludendorff’s battle anyway? It is Ludendorff’s battle, or Hindenburg’s. Now it is lese majeste, or something awful like that, to refer to “the great drive” as the Kaiser’s.

            Soon a minor engagement may go in favor of the Prussians. The Kaiser will be hurriedly summoned to exclaim, “I and Gott have done this.”

 

A Day of Re-Consecration

             President Wilson’s proclamation urges upon the people of the United States the observance of Memorial Day “with religious solemnity.”

            The President comes from the South. His mind has spanned the years to those observances of this day. Then it was a holy day, not a holiday. Families that had loved and lost made pilgrimages to the graves of those that had given their all to the best they knew and strewed them tenderly with flowers.

            In 1868, General John A. Logan. Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the republic set aside the thirtieth of May “for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades.” So the North and the South joined in the same form of observance.

            New generations came. To them the day was a day of rest and recreation, a day of sport and festivity.

            To them the President’s proclamation is an educating force. It calls them to an understanding of the reasons for the observance. Surely they will do as he asks, and go to the churches “with offerings of fervent supplications to Almighty God for the safety and welfare of our cause, His blessings on our arms, and a speedy restoration of an honorable and lasting peace to the nations of the Earth.”

            In far-off France and Flanders devoted women of France and Belgium will decorate the graves of sons of America who have died for their cause and ours.

            Here in America let the keynote be re-construction, not recreation; reconsecration of all that we have and are that righteousness may usher in a reign of peace; reconsecration of all that we have and are to insure that righteousness as a prelude to that peace.

            The North and the South have met. They join in a common observance, no longer sectional, nor even national; but presaging the parliament of man, the federation of the world.

 

What A Women Saw and Heard In an American Training Camp

 (This is the second and concluding installment of a descriptive story about Camp Kearny written especially for Trench and Camp by a clever and observant feminist writer. The first installment was printed last week.)

 

By Ruth Durkes

Editor of the Daily Trojan, University of Southern California

             I wanted to borrow an ambulance in which to go out to the remount depot and the hospital, but we couldn’t leave the Ford. I really should have felt much after in the ambulance, as the editor had never before driven a Ford. But the ambulance was held in reserve. Finally we got the thing started, nearly running through a kitchen instead of reversing.

            My most vivid impression of the remount depot is of being stalled in Sadie on a steep ‘dobe hill, with hundreds of mules’ rudley looking on from surrounding corrals. Being stuck on the hill side might have been worse, but everywhere I went there were mules’ eyes staring at me. I’ve ridden horses ever since I was a kid, but mules- We left.

            There we breezed out to the base hospital, the sight of which revolutionized my idea of hospitals. About ten bungalows and hundreds of tents had been set up some distance from camp. Some of the buildings were on stills.

 The Puzzling Fence

             Two of the hospital buildings were fenced in with barbed wire like New England pastures. Was it to keep the Germans out or the Germs in?

            Twenty rookies at the recruit camp were lined up to get the shots in the arm. Aside from these twenty the place seemed like a deserted mining camp. The bunch waved in salute as we dismounted. Poor things! They hadn’t seen a girl in so long that I-even I-was worth looking at. Everyone looked home-sick. Five were isolated in a tent out near the road because a comrade had been so inconsiderate as to get the measles. With nothing to do except eat and sleep, they crabbed because they would be ignorant of drill when vacation was over.

That evening as we ate dinner at the Hostess House I watched the boys file in. It was worth living just to see their sturdy, straight figures and the air of good comradeship. The hostess told me the crowd wasn’t so big as usual, because it was just before pay-day and everyone was broke. One fellow pulled out his purse and showed me proudly that he was still eighty cents to the good. I was glad he didn’t have to pay for my dinner.

We went to an entertainment in a Y hut. The hall was overflowing with soldiers, yelling and whooping like a bunch of cowboys or a crowd at a football rally. They told me this particular crowd had a reputation for being the toughs of the camp. It may be so, but I never saw a more responsive audience at any grand opera than this crowd of Mexicans, Slavs, and Russians-Americans. Two enlisted men were on the program-both with splendid voices. Old songs were most popular. As they sang there wasn’t a man in the room without that faraway look in his eyes. Yes, they remembered-too well.

            At another building the movies were “on.” The girl and the hero were cast upon a desert isle. The plot was quite original. The girl wore one of those filmy, flimsy back-to-nature costumes that are always in style, while the hero wore a coat-and kept it on while the night breezes played o’er the isle.

“Why don’t you give her your coat?” called a deep voice.

“He’s German,” came from the other side of the room, followed by a roar of laughter. Through it all the fellows talked to the screen characters.

 

Inspection Fascinating-Perhaps

             I missed reveille the next morning. The M.P. “loot” wasn’t in when we phoned about a pass to visit the trenches. Two hours later he had not arrived. Why not go without one? We did. Out on the parade grounds two companies of infantry were being inspected for a long hike. Everything they possessed was set forth that the hawk-eyed captain might criticise and swear at the meek and submissive private. “We watched inspection until I knew what kind of razors the boys used, and until I could mimic the captain’s favorite hands-on-hips attitude and what-the-’ell-are-you-doing-here stare so well that I wanted to inspect the company myself.

            We trudged along some way further without meeting any guards. Over in the field we saw some soldiers picking up stones and throwing them as far as they could. Suddenly they all ran back and put on their gas masks, and then threw some bombs that exploded and gave forth a white smoke. I was getting real excited and was going to root for them when a tall officer in British uniform, who was standing on a little knoll, called out:

“Will you people please move back ten yards from this fortress?”

            I didn’t see any fortress, and thought that an undisciplined way to speak to the men. But it was all just as real to him as a snow fight when you’re ten. It wasn’t long before one soldier detached himself from the mass and marched toward us. No passes? Sorry, but no civilians allowed. Good morning.

On the way from the “fortress” we saw some bayonet practice which made me shudder. If those dummies had not been painted with such ridiculous faces. It would have seemed like practice in the art of murder. But when I thought of the Germans I wanted to yell, “Go to it!”

 

Compensations of Youth

             Then we went over to call on the general in command and his chief-of-staff. The chief-of-staff was not in to issue me a pass, so I sat down and gave the general, another general friend of his and all the colonels and majors the “once over.” They certainly were a fine looking crowd. I think I like lieutenants and captains better the colonels and majors. Though. For one thing, they are younger.

            We rode into the back country, where some of the infantry and artillery gone to live under field conditions. I believe they say they are going on a hike.                           

We turned off the main road and bumped along a muddy trail.

“Look at that field,” said the driver.

I looked, but saw nothing different from the fields that we had passed all along the way. A fairly level stretch, with here and there a rise of ground-all rough country, much sagebrush. No, nothing unusual. I decided. We passed one succession of knolls and stopped.

            “Now look,” he said.

            The backs of the knolls were similar to the backs of the movie sets. The stage had been set to bring up the guns.

“Camouflage” said I, Columbus like, elated at my discovery. He nodded assent.

They certainly used a lot of chicken wire, I thought, and then to cover it all with weeds! Well, it would fool the Germans, all right, until they got within range, and then-God have mercy on them, the guns would not.

On the opposite hillside the doughboys came rushing over the top of the trenches. “Over the top!” That was what it meant. Then, after investigating the temporary camp until we met a guard, we went back to camp and visited the stockade. The sign “Not Wanted,” was hung out here also, and the sentry in the little tower sent us away before we had time to peep through the fence.

 

What it’s All About

 Here is what the casual visitor sees in your camp. Practical out-of-door work. Best of training in physical and mental alertness. The sanest life in the world. Advancement according to ability. Men learning to stand straight, to obey authority, to work hard and play harder. To earn a lottle (that’s unfortunate), and to spend a little (that isn’t). To take things as they come-nobody knows what fate or the Government will hand out, so why worry? Adventure strange lands, strange faces-excitement, glory, and honor-all these he looks forward to.

So what more could the soldier want? Just this: Home.

Home and all it means to a man-freedom to come and go at will; mother sweetheart, wife, child. A man may be wanderlust incarnate, may love nothing better than a good fight-occasionally. But what is the good fight for? To come back home and tell about.

When the soldier has gone through the sort of fighting the German makes us go through-the twisted, unnatural distorted fight, where anything goes and victory is to the crafty; where one uses unnatural weapons, gas, fire, poison, against an unnatural enemy-the thing that will make it worthwhile is just the thing that camp and army life lacks-home.

To keep the home is what this war is for. It’s the biggest job, the best job, men ever had to do.

 

Snappy Overseas Cap Wins Permanent Place

             The jaunty little overseas cap has won a permanent place in the equipment of the American troops. It is now a part of the uniform of officers and men. Models of the approved design are now deposited with the Chief Quartermaster, American Expeditionary Forces, in France.

For enlisted men the design calls for a cap of 20-ounce olive drab cloth, or heavier. There is no show of color on the cap and the stiffening of the flap is of the same color as the cap itself. When soldiers have been provided with the cap their field service hats will be taken up by the nearest quartermaster depots.

The officers’ cap is of the same model as the enlisted men’s, but the material is the same as that of the officers’ uniform. Officers up to general officers will wear stiffening at the edge that corresponds to the color of the service to which they are assigned This stiffening will be so arranged as to resemble piping when the cap is worn with the flap up.

General officers will wear stiffening of the same color as the cap itself, except that they will have a strip of gold braid one-eighth to one quarter inch from the outside of the flap, one quarter inch from the edge. Officers’ caps will be sold by the Quartermaster Corps.

The overseas caps will be worn at all times by officers commanding troops except when the orders prescribe helmets. At all other times officers may wear the overseas cap or the service cap.

 

American Non-Coms to Have New Chevrons

             Regulations regarding the wearing of chevrons are to be changed. The Quartermaster Corps and the adjutant General’s Department are now engaged in codifying the changes.

The revisions was found to be necessary because of the confusion as to what was required.

In the code of changes it is understood that all sergeants will wear the same type of chevron and that no corps insignia will be worn. This will eliminate the cadences of the Medical Corps and the flaming shell of the Ordnance Department, except grade of those attached to the non-commissioned staff.

Also it is proposed that post non-commissioned officers and the senior non-commissioned officers will wear a wreath in place of the three chevrons and within the wreath will be the insignia of the corps.

Senior non-commissioned officers will wear a star embroidered above the corps insignia.

A new design is being prepared for first-class privates. Chevrons indicating their special duties will be worn by chauffeurs and specialty qualified men in the mechanical units. Stable sergeants, too, are to have a new type of chevron.

The marksmanship medal is doomed to go from the service uniform. Chevrons will be substituted. These chevrons will be worn also by officers who had won special distinction in marksmanship.

The designs will indicate the branch of marksmanship in which recognition has been won. Efficiency in pistol shooting will be indicated by chevrons with crossed pistols; in rifle shooting by crossed rides; in machine gun fire by a special design showing a section of the cartridge belt used in machine gun services.

 

You Are Going Out To Vindicate the Majesty of the U.S., Says McADOO

             In addressing the soldiers in a Texas training camp. Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo said:

            “We did not seek this war. It was forced upon us. The Kaiser had a notion that America would not fight. He had been told so repeatedly by spies and propagandists in this country, and he actually believed that he could insult this Nation, that he could transgress its vital rights with impunity and that American manhood was so debased that we would not strike back. But we have given him the surprise of his life. The thing that is going to determine the issue in this great war-and that issue is really the vital question of the future of civilization itself-rests in the stout hearts and the strong right arms of you gallant men, you patriots who are going out to achieve victory and rescue the world from the blight of German oppression and military domination.

“I want to give you the assurance that never were the American people so determined as they are today and that they are going to back you men to the utmost limit.

“War is serious business, but my friends, there is nothing of such inestimable value as liberty and independence and democracy. There is nothing more worth fighting and dying for.

“Until this war broke out, we had supposed that it was impossible, in the enlightened stage to which humanity had brought itself, for a world-wide cataclysm of this kind to occur. It was an illusion. Strange to say, it was in these modern times that a despot was developed who represents in himself the combined lust for domination of Caesar, of Alexander, of Hannibal and of Napoleon.

 

U.S. to “See It Through”

 “Germany's military rulers set out fifty years ago with the deliberate purpose of metamorphosing the soul of Germany, of changing the soul of a great nation and making it believe that force and not right is the compelling power and ought to be the governing power in the world. These military autocrats have constructed the most formidable military machine ever created in the annals of time. That is the hateful thing we have got to destroy if we would save this Nation for ourselves and for posterity. That is the thing that America has set out to do and she will never stop until the job is done.

            “It is a glorious thing to die for country. I enjoy the man who gives his life to his country. I do not care whether he gives it in the serried ranks of the Army or in the clash of fleets in the Navy or in the undramatic toll of civil life. It is a glorious thing to die for country. What noble use can a man make of his life than to transmute it into liberty for the benefit of mankind? Such lofty sacrifices is the one thing that makes civilization worthwhile and fills the future with promise- that men are willing to go out and make the supreme sacrifice for the rights of humanity. That is what you men are going to do. You are going out to vindicate the majesty of America, the might of right, and re-establish civilization upon the secure rock of justice humanity and liberty.

“I wish you all godspeed, and I want you to know that there goes with you, wherever you may ne, the affection of a great people backed by their determination to stay with you to the death and until a triumphant victory is won.”

 

To Conserve O. D.

             So widespread has become the use of olive drab cloth that the War Department is making a determined effort to conserve the supply for the use of the military forces.

            The authorities are considering issuing a request that all women’s motor corps shall adopt a uniform of bluish grey cloth. Organizations now using olive drab will be asked to replace the present uniforms when worn out with the new model. Newly formed branches of the women’s motor corps will be requested to purchase no olive drab uniforms.

The War Department is reported to be considering a plan to nationalize the women’s motor corps under the general direction of the American Red Cross.

 

A New Light

 A clever inventor has devised a fight which can be attached to the handle of a safety razor and enable soldiers to shave in the dark. The light brightens the face so that the elusive whisker may be taken painlessly. The device also can be attached to fountain pens, thus making it possible for soldiers to write letters in the dark.

 

U.S. Will Not Call Any More Guard Units into Service

             From a telegraphic order to the Governor of Minnesota from the War Department ordering him to disband the Second Minnesota Artillery, it has been assumed that no more National Guard units will be drafted into the service of the United States.

Since the outbreak of the war a number of additional units have been formed. Some of them were organized in order to bring the quotas of the various states up to the prescribed figure. Now that the work of consolidating these units has progressed to the point where there is no need for any more State units, the whole work of the War Department will be concentrated upon the training of the draft increments for service in the National Army.

Complying with various State constitutions, new military organizations have been formed, as, for instance, in New York State, where more than fifteen thousand men have been enlisted. But these troops are not a part of the National Guard system. They will not be called upon for service outside the limits of the States in which they are raised.

In the case of Second Minnesota Artillery pressure was brought to bear upon Secretary Baker to recognize the new organization. He sustained the judgement of his military advisers when they appeal was heard and issued what was the second order for disbanding, the regiment. From this ruling there is no appeal.

 

Total Solar Eclipse June 8

By David Todd

Professor of Astronomy, Amherst College

             On Saturday afternoon, June 8, an eclipse of the sun will be total everywhere within, but nowhere without. a very narrow belt stretching diagonally across the United States from Washington and Oregon southeasterly to Alabama and Florida.

When the eclipse becomes total, the sun’s corona appears, and the length of time this radiant halo can be seen will vary from 50 seconds on the Florida coast to 120 seconds on the Pacific Coast. The time of total eclipse will range from 2.55 Pacific Standard Time at Denver 5.30 Central Time at Enid. Okla., to 5.42 Central time at Orlando, Fla. Preceding totality, the sun will go through all these stages of partial eclipse, beginning on the sun’s west edge fully an hour before the total eclipse; and in the reverse order for nearly an hour after. At all places in the United States, either north or South of the shadow path the eclipse will be visible in its partial phases only.

            Much assistance will be rendered astronomers who are studying the corona, if outline drawings of it are made by those who have even moderate skill in sketching. If a field glass spy glass or telescope of moderate size is available, the best use it can be put to is in outline sketching those parts of the corona near the poles of the sun.

 

U. S. Soldiers In France Must Maintain High Standard Of Conduct

 The department of American troops in France has won for the soldiers from the United States a real welcome. The presence of American officers and enlisted men in French homes is not merely tolerated. The French people gladly receive them.

In order that this happy relation may continue an official bulletin has been issued for the information and guidance of all concerned. It reads as follows:

“The attention of every officer is directed to the importance of preventing any damage whatever to properly belonging to the French. When any damage is done the matter should be adjusted and settlement made on the spot, no matter how small. It will save you trouble explaining in the future.

“When billets have once been assigned, changes cannot be made without authority of the town major. All information may be obtained from local town major. One-half Franc per day is the customary rate to pay for personal service. It is important that all officers be careful not to leave without making settlement.

“No matter how long an officer stays in a billet, he would do well to pay for service at the rate of fifty centimes a day. Failure to do this gives rise to unfavorable comment on the part of inhabitants, who are then less inclined to billet officers but the way is smoother for all concerned if officers are appreciative and give some outward and visible sign of inward appreciation.

“The respecting of private property is of capital importance. Officers and men should be careful, too, not to offend the French people, who are quite sensitive. Altercations should be avoided. Most matters can be adjusted in a few minutes with the aid of an interpreter. It should be remembered that the billeting is actually handled by the French, who should consulted by anyone who is not sure of his ground. The proper procedure is to refer the matter to the American Town Major, who will take it up with the French authorities.

            “According to the French law, the inhabitants receive pay for billeting officers and men only when they have stayed more than three nights in the same month. It is only fair then in the interests of all, that an officer who is billeted for…. (Article is cut off) ….should reimburse the proprietor to the extent that the proprietor would have been payed by the government, i. e., one franc per night. It is custom to add to this a fee for service at the rate of fifty centimes a day. This may be paid to the person actually performing the service of cleaning, making beds, etc., or to the proprietor.

            “Men must be cautioned that they must not touch any wood box, or any property no matter how small or seemingly unimportant, without first obtaining permission. The rustling of lumber, wood, etc., as is customary for soldiers in the United States must not be permitted, as it will not be tolerated in France.

            “It is important that all instruction of the French officials be followed explicitly. Also that the conduct of officers and men be such that the French people will have no cause for complaint. It has been found that the treatment accorded our troops has generally been based on the conduct of the troops who were last to occupy the town. When in doubt on any question, consult the French town major, through American town major.”

 

Five Million Quick

             “Get five million men to France, and do it quick!”

            This is what President William H. Crawford. Of Allegheny College, urges.

            “I consider it the duty of the United States to get five million men into France just as soon as possible, and with full equipment and supplies. Nothing will do so much to discourage Germany as a big American war program backed by the united sentiment of a united people.”

 

Picket Duty

             “So, your son is in the army, is he?”

            “Yassuh, he’s on picket duty.”

            “Picket duty? What does that consist of?”

            “Why, you see, he wuks in de kul’nel’s kitchen and every time de colonel wants chicken fo’ dinnah mah boy has to pick it.”

 

We See Ourselves “Off Duty”

             The first book telling the complete story of how soldiers and sailors spend their leisure time in training centers in this country will appear the latter part of May. It is called “Keeping Our Fighters Fit-For War and After,” and has been written by Edward Frank Allen, of New York the former editor of the “Travel” magazine, with the cooperation of Raymond B. Fosdick, Chairman of the War and Navy Departments’ Commissions on Training Camp Activities.

            Most chaps take the opportunity for organized athletics, for sings, shows, reading in a well-stocked library, recreation rooms and so on, as a matter of course, in the arrangements of army camps. They do not realize that such features have been introduced into military life only since the entrance of the United States into the war-and that the United States, although the most unwarlike of the nations engaged, is the first in the history of the world to supply her men in training with a program of social, mental and physical interests outside of the regular military routine. As Mr. Allen says, “To be sure, Napoleon said that a fighting army is a contented army, but it remained for the United States Government to apply the theory of practice.”

            President Wilson, in a statement which appears in the book and which is reproduced in full in “Trench and Camp,” points out that the benefits derived from “a full life lived well and wholesomely “are but the debt owed by a democracy “to those who fight in its behalf.”

            It was the unfortunate conditions obtaining in our camps on the Mexican border, where the War Department had sent Mr. Fosdick to investigate during the summer of 1916 that caused the President and Secretary Baker to plan a Commision on Training Camp Activities “in the interim between the President’s war message and the actual declaration of war by Congress.” Quoting Mr. Allen:

            “I wasn’t an organization,” Secretary Baker said to Mr. Fosdick, “that will link together the Y.M.C.A., the Recreation Association of America, and every other agency that can contribute to the social wellbeing of troops in the field, an organization that will itself supply any gaps in the program.”

            How different the conditions now to 1916!

            “The collections of square footed one story buildings and the drab adobe huts provided little in the way of entertainment. Even with the possibility of a brush with the Mexicans, it was dull. Several thousand men were seeing the same faces and doing the same things every day, and they were bored. There was nowhere to go for any sort of decent diversions in their ‘off’ time. Columbus, New Mexico, had none of the attractions to which these men had been accustomed; there was no movie show, no library, no club room for lounging, and no organized entertainment of any kind for the men. There was not even a place where a man could go and write a letter. Men were hoping that…. (Article is cut off) ….would suffice for change. But the soldiers just waited, with nothing to do outside of their military routine. Reading matter was at a premium, and the soldiers begged for worn-out magazines from travelers.”

            In his tour of the cantonments no activity either administered directly by the Commission's or by the organizations such as the Y.M.C.A. and American Library Association, etc., which they co-ordinate and supervise, has escaped the shrewd observance of Mr. Allen. From educational classes to minstrel shows, he pictures the “doins” of the boys in camp.

            The book is official, but simply told, and sparkling with human-interest anecdotes. It makes a lively, entertaining account of the significance of the soldiers’ leisure hours as seen through the eyes of a keen civilian.

 


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