June 10, 1918


Trench and Camp

Vol. 1 No. 36

June 10, 1918


Shoulder Straps Awarded To 79 New Officers at Upton


Lieut. Col. Powers Announces List Which Produces Smile That Won’t Come Off


            On a certain day last week enlisted men gazed in awe and admiration as new bars made their appearance on the shoulders of officers they knew. That evening Lieut.  Col. Thomas J. Powers, cantonment chief of staff, made public the entire list of seventy-nine officers which have been promoted since June 1. The majority of the men are from New York City. The list:

            Captains promotes to be Majors-Charles Kent Higgins, Depot Brigade; Reginald Victor M. Hiscoe, Cantonment Adjutant: Irvin Joseph Osborne, Depot Brigade; William D. Scholle, Assistant Chief of Staff; Walter Dreyfus, Depot Brigade; William H. Draper, Depot Brigade; John Halpin Burns, Depot Brigade; Edward Gardner Crane, Depot Brigade;Theodore Burdell, Depot Brigade; Henry Wilmerding Biddie, Depot Brigade; Matthew Black Carson, Military Police; George Loring Hubbell jr., Depot Brigade; Robert Clifford Fowler, Military Police and William E. Hoyer, Cantonment Headquarters.

            First Lieutenant made Captains are: William Cramer, Depot Brigade; Emory Little Bryan, Cantonment, Intelligence Officer; George E. Ogilvie, Assistant Cantonment Adjutant; Joseph Morechauser, Depot Brigade Intelligence Officer, Andrew J. Connick, Cantonment Exchange Officer; Richard C. Klugschied, Assistant Judge Advocate; Norris M. Converse, Assistant Personnel Officer; Herman C. Schwad, Assistant Adjutant; William Vanthune, Depot Brigade; Louis Connick, Depot Brigade, Donald Lee McCuen, Depot Brigade; Edwin H. Quigley, Headquarters Detachment; Thornton H. MacDougal, Military Police; Patrick Henry Daniels, Depot Brigade; Patrick Henry Daniels, Depot Brigade; Harry B. MacLoughlin, Depot Brigade; Harry B MacLoughlin, Depot Brigade; Harry D. McKeige, Depot Brigade; Samuel H. Randall, Depot Brigade.

            Second Lieutenants to be First Lieutenants:

            Edmond L. Pearson. James Suningham, Thomas B. Niles, Thomas J. Ryan,  Edgar M. Smith Jr., Samuel A. Mathewson, Wilmer H. Carter, Herman M. Buggelin, Assistant Chief of Staff; Ray Perkins, Assistant Cantonment Intelligence Officer, Harold W. Rudolph, Addison Campbell, Herman J. Knapp, Thomas Keator, John W. Johnson, John W. Codd, Gustave A. Sumph, Edward A. Judge, William H. Smith, Thomas S. McGinley, Henry Herman, Albert D. Smith, Eric M. Ross, William Eastman, John W. Love, Richard J. Cullinan, William P. Fay, Clarence G. Frick, Joseph S. Roberts, William M. Donohue, Charles J. Palmer, Leslie L. Anderson, George F. Alices, Max M. Rosenblum, Elwood D. Blakesiee, John M. Jennings, Herman N. Harcourt, William F. Britten, Archie E. Rhinehart, James  P. Cahens jr., Lewis J. Arata, Sidney P. Henshaw, Elmer S. Mulford, Leonard C. Quackenbush, James G. Affleck, Ray D. Magrudey, Frederick R. Herten, Frank M. Hourigan and William H. Robinson.


Flying Expedition Fascinates Many


            Tail spins, nose dives, swoops and all manner of dangerous looking maneuvers were part of the wonderful flying expedition which gave Zeppelin neck to several thousand soldiers here recently. Lieut. S. M. Connel of Warrenton, N. C., and a cadet F. C. Maxwell, were in the curtiss plane, coming from Hazelhurst Field. They were on a submarine patrol and fetched up here for gas and a few minor adjustments. Capt. Cecil Hooke of the Q. M. met them, and after taking a short flight steered Lieut Connel to Lieut. Mitchell’s Motor Truck Co. 326, where the petrol was secured.


Dr. Mott Explains Why $100,000,000 Must Be Raised In Coming Drive


            Why the Y.M.C.A. must raise more than $100,000,000 during the coming drive for funds to maintain war activities here and overseas was outlined by Dr. John R. Mott, General Secretary, who recently returned from the western front, at the annual meeting of the National War Work Council held at the Banker’s Club.

            To begin with, unexpected losses have to be met. Within five or six days of Germans captured one-fourth of the 550 foyers du soldat-known to the American soldiers as “Y. M.” huts-which have been maintained by the American Y.M.C.A. for the French forces , Dr. Mott said . The association has appropriated $500,000 to replace the eighty nine huts and dugouts lost by the British Y.M.C.A. in Flanders and Picardy during the recent enemy drive.


Herds Of Buffaloes See Varied Programme


            They were hanging the rafters, lying under the piano and standing four deep in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium one night last week for the big Buffalo entertainment arranged by Messrs. Kindle and Schwem of the Y.M.C.A. for the colored soldiers and others. Every number was received with shrill voiced, riotous enthusiasm, Frederick Shultz, Y.M. Physical Director, announcing the following; Band members by the 367th musicians: Private Eliot, world famed contortionist, in living pictures of doughnuts and pretzels, Sergt. Battle furnishing the musical urges; Y.M. Secretary Kindle, in a cleve slack wire act; Randall and Drayton, 367th suffering from “Expotemtissimus,” with songs, patter and dancing; 112 pound boxing bout, Clark vs. Basden; 122 pound bout, Tait vs. Williams; 133 pound, Will Martin vs. Young Bruno; 142 pound Jewell vs. Coke Williams; heavyweight exhibition, Green “Young Jack Johnson” vs. Baker.


Schimmy, Schabble Music Featured This Jazzing


            The members of the Bakers and Cooks Detachment were entertained galore last week. The Darktown Follies, Hawaiian Musical Quintet, played schimmy, schabble music with such entrancing melody that the kitchen utensils, stoves and most everything else that was meant to be stationary stood up on their toes and wobbled to the melody of jazz. It was a funny sight to see the diners while messing. It was a continuous glide to the tune of the music for the knives, forks and spoons all during the time it took them to satisfy their appetites, and some appetites they had. Sergt. Dennis said if he were to make this music affair a regular thing they would eat him out of kitchen and all.

            The jazz players were men of exceptional talent, since they sang and danced as well.

            Probably the most interesting reading matter would be the mentioning of our Memorial Day dinner, which most folks claim was the best yet. Roast turkey, turkey dressing, mashed potatoes, tomatoes and lettuce salad, sliced cucumbers, asparagus tips with buttered sauce, fruit salad, ice cream and almond nut sponge cake dressed with currant jelly coffee, bread and butter. And what’s more, I might mention that absolute pleasing service was demonstrated all through dinner hour by our white winged waiters. With the menu just mentioned and a jazz band unexcelled, Sergt. Dennis claims the day.


Reclamation Department Brings Back to Health and Usefulness O. O. Duds Discouraged by War


Remarkable Camp Institution Doing Wonders in Promoting Conservation and Economy


            Tucked away in a low, tar papered building next to warehouse 10, on second avenue nent to the corner of Upton Boulevard. Is a camp institution which has earned a right to a place with the immortals. And yet it is hardly “tucked away,. For it fills to bulging the quarters allotted. The Camp Reclamation Department, where old o. d.’s are made new and discouraged hiking shoes  cheered and encouraged by skilled workmen, is this place. Under Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way is, Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way, is Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Kavanaugh. In charge of the shoe repair department is Sergt. George Fitzgerald, before entering the service a shoe manufacturer in Brooklyn. His knowledge of shoes is uncanny. He can tell what’s wrong with a boot by giving it a wee squint with one eye, and he issues orders immediately which will bring it back to health and strength.


At The Eleventh Hour


            The hour of the eleventh is twelve-or Mess. Chow, Slum, Eats-call it any old thing-but that’s the time the soldiers assemble and get away with this drama.

            The characters are usually cast out by the Mess Sergeant in the middle of the Meal.

            The scene represents the interior of  a low gabled summer home. Ever-green blossoms bearing tinseled fruit hang in festoons near the tall columns. In spite of this, the color scheme is olive drab.

            Sergt. Hart (The Savant): The Evolutionary Theory is right, fellows in spite of Dale’s handsome physiognomy, which goes to corroborate-

            Corpl. Donner (Apollo): Come down to Earth. Talk English. We can’t understand you.

            Corpl. Reibstein (The Boss): ME too; yet I agree with the Lecture.

            Sergt. Major Reinig (The Big Chief): If Donner says “No,” it must be “Yes.”

            Sergt. Spitzer (Beau Brummel): Talking about Physiognomies modesty prevents me from asserting who the handsomest guy here is. Now when I was in the movies-

            Wag Weber (the Simone Legree of the Mules)-Hey! Eat your beans. That’s movies enough.

            Mess Sergt.  Maeder (blowing the whistle violently)-All together, boys - what’s the motto of the Fighting 11th? Ready, set, GO!

            All Saved Food!

            Mess Sergeant-Good! Now, pipe down, eat up, and give the new guys a chance.

            Sergt. Cohen (Custodian of the Records)-My sentiments exactly. You can’t drive a nail with a sponge, no matter how hard you soak it.

            Private Dale (The Guard House Lawyer)-Why do you pick on me? All I want is a new pair of shoelaces. Mine bust, Do I get ‘em?

            Sergt. Andrews (Supply Sergeant Emeritus)-Sure; and if they don’t fit you you can carry them on your arms.

            Sergt. Rice (Supply Sergeant Elect) -No! You-all done don’t get no all shoelaces till I count ‘em all, an’ if Ah has an extry one you-all kin have it.

            ALL-How about my breeches?

            Sergt. Rice (trying to retreat), is stopped by the Kitchen Police, who clamorously protest that their shirts do not match their drawers-Have a heart, mates.

Sergt. Andrews-If you wear them under your other clothes nobody will notice it.

Sergt. Rice-You all complain. Jess look at my shoe. (He holds up his shoe. It is the wrong one, being in perfect condition. A howl goes up.)

At this point a noise outside attracts the attention of the men. It is the newsboy shouting “Wuxtry! Sergt. Maeder married. All about the romance!”

The boys chip in and buy a paper. It contains the following items:

“Sergt. Conroy of the Fighting 11th announces the coming of another recruit, weight eight and half pounds. ‘Pop’ is some proud! Father and baby are doing well.”

“The popular Mess Master of the 11th has embarked upon the sea of matrimony, as he did not get enough fighting in the D. B.”

“Sergt. Schwartz has made a hit in the insurance drive. He is a candidate for the O. T. S., and is looking forward to leading vast armies to victory!

“Sergt. Spitzer resigns from the National Guard.”

            As the noise of reading ceases, the sounds of eating continue. Soon Sergt.  Guastavino enters crestfallen.

            All-What’s the matter, old top?

            Gus (the Artist)-Aw they made me take down my pretty decorations.

            No more Parisian garden.

            Sergt. Andrews (at times the company wit)- Complaining of fallen arches.

            Private Williams (the Perfect Printer)-Cheer up. How did you like my girl last Sunday? Wasn’t she a peach?

            Sergt. Cohen-Say, Hart, that was a swell trick you played on Andrews. Brought around a car load of girls, made Andy shave and wash, and then didn’t even introduce a single one of them. Stingy.

            First Sergt, Hart-Conroy, you go to the Signal School this afternoon to talk Yiddish with Casey.

            Andrews-Well, I’m going. I must teach my pajamas to stand up so that they can stand reveille for me.

            Acting Corpl. Brown-Yo! We get paid today.

            In a jiffy the mess hall is emptied.

            (Curtain-Cars.) Sergt F. M.


Ninth Battalion Puts Over Field Day

             Despite the fact that the men were very new and strange to things, the 9th Battalion, Depot Brigade, jumped into activity recently with a memorial day field day that was a winner. Major Charles K. Higgins was the moving spirit of the affair, ably directed by Lieut. Livingston, regimental athletic officer: Capt. Graf and Lieuts. Edison, Cramer, and Gibson. A large crowd of relatives and friends was on hand. The 9th assures that it will be heard from in all classes of sport in the future. Here were the events.

            Tug-of-war (Heavyweight teams, 200 pounds) -35th company won from 36th and 33d companies.

            Lightweight teams, 140 pounds-35th company won from 36th; 34th won from 33d.

            Fat man’s race-Won from McCauley. 35th Company; Hershman, 33d Company second.

            Relay Race- won by 33d Company; 24th company second.

            Medicine Ball Race- First heat won by 36th Company; 35th Company second: Second heat won by 34th Company, 33d Company second.

            Baseball Game-Score 3 to 1 in favor of 35th Company. The feature of the game was the pinch hitting of Lieut. Bordeaux.


Brigade Diamond Comes From Rough


            The Depot Brigade Ball Field is beginning to look less like a diamond says the boys will be playing on it in another few weeks. There has been some little difficulty in getting the sod, some of it having been brought from Bellport, but in spite of every difficulty, more sod is being found and laid every day.

            The grandstand set out by Mr. Charles Ebbets of the Brooklyn has been erected. It is in fifteen sections, each section being capable of accommodating over 100 people.

            All soldiers are invited to Friday games at the Ebbets field in Brooklyn free of charge. The war tax only being changed. Mr. Ebbets wishes this announcement to be made so that all soldiers at Camp Upton may take advantage of it.


Buffaloes Have An Honorary Colonel


Charles William Anderson Given “Commision: to Last for Life


            The Buffaloes-367th colored infantry-now have an honorary Colonel in Addition to their commander, Col. James A. Moss, to whom goes the honor of having developed in his regiment the spirit which has attracted such widespread notice. The honorary Chief is Charles William Anderson, former Collector of Internal Revenue of the Port of New York and prominent colored man. He has notified last week to appear at Upton, and came with no idea of what was ahead, Arriving at the packed Buffalo auditorium, he found the gathering in his honor, and the culmination in his honor, and the culmination came when he was handed a handsome honorary commission stating he would be honorary Buffalo Colonel for life. His efforts in the regiment’s behalf actuated the conferring of the unique honor.


Heavy Shooting Here By Movie Film Makers


            Large Companies of Doughboys in the making have felt the thrill that comes once in a lifetime-when the movie camera is turned on-during the past week. H. E. Hancock, who filmed “Patria” and other features, has been in camp with his camera man, Mr. Rubenstein, under commision from the War Work Council, Y.M.C.A., to take shots at soldier's life for the news weeklies. Several hundred feet of the athletic meet at Smith’s Field, including Benny Leonard's Mammoth class in boxing calisthenics were secured, with other Camp Subjects.

            One of the interesting ones was the filming for the first time of Remount Packmaster John W. Hollandsworth and his pack train of seventy mules as they appeared like Andes Mountain express carriers over the brow of a pine fringed hill near the Remount Depot. Sergt. Goldstein and Sergt. Fitzgerald of Lieut. Mackin’s Quartermaster Reclamation Department posed one of the shoe repair soldiers at hiking shoes, and a Francis X. Bushman career is predicted for Private Reel, who did the job.


Killed When Rifle Is Accidentally Fired


            The testimony of witnesses and subsequent official investigation proved beyond a doubt the accidental character if a rifle shot which killed Private Walter Freed, 38th Co., 152d Depot Brigade, recently. Freel was asleep in the barrack, when guards were being changed. The sentry had some difficulty with his piece and as the Corporal of the guard was helping him, the rifle was discharged. The bullet passed through the wall, through Freel’s brain and out through the ceiling. He was killed instantly. Freeds home was number 335 Pearl Street, New  



Reclamation Department Brings Back to Health and Usefulness O. O. Duds Discouraged by War


Remarkable Camp Institution Doing Wonders in Promoting Conservation and Economy


            Tucked away in a low, tar papered building next to warehouse 10, on second avenue went to the corner of Upton Boulevard. Is a camp institution which has earned a right to a place with the immortals. And yet it is hardly “tucked away,. For it fills to bulging the quarters allotted. The Camp Reclamation Department, where old o. d.’s are made new and discouraged hiking shoes  cheered and encouraged by skilled workmen, is this place. Under Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way is, Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way, is Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Kavanaugh. In charge of the shoe repair department is Sergt. George Fitzgerald, before entering the service a shoe manufacturer in Brooklyn. His knowledge of shoes is uncanny. He can tell what’s wrong with a boot by giving it a wee squint with one eye, and he issues orders immediately which will bring it back to health and strength.



            The Darktown Follies hold over a week  because of the success of their engagement, have been going over large at the Buffalo Auditorium with a new bill.  One of the features in a recent show was a jiggling contest, with “Gang.” the famous individual mob, acting as the hook. Buffalo Drayton was a popular favorite, while the dancing of George Mitchell, non-Buffalo, who has been pleasing over the whole camp with his clever dancing, was given a hearty reception.


Majors Marmon  Bumped


            After driving his fliver on the Boston Post Road Major Payson of the Depot Brigade has been heard to declare he would not be afraid to drive through hades, or words to that effect. He was bumped three times.-once in the front, once at the back and once in the middle; the Chinese Mercedes gasoline economizer bore no marks, but there were three wrecked cars on the Boston Post Road. At Pelham Barracks during the ball game, one of the hard-hitting sailors knocked a high one through the Major’s windshield and all things considered, the fivver had rather an interesting day of it. Since the Major had his initials placed on the panels of the car he has been complaining of less mileage on gas and tires.


French Band Stirs Depot Brigaders To Wildest Enthusiasm


            Even in a camp where enthusiasm and spirits sweep like a tidal wave every evening or so from the drab bosoms of husky young fighters, the entertainment tendered the French band recently in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium by the Third Battalion, 152d Depot Brigade was notable.

            The musicians in horizon blue set the great audience wild with their contributions to the evening and when Upton’s beloved commander, Gen. J Franklin Bell, stepped to the platform to make a few remarks the cheering took on every evidence of frenzy on the Broad Street curb on a busy day. The applause for the heroes of our ally of the Tricolor was sustained and the Generals stirring remarks evoked more plaudits if that is possible.

            The entertainment made a forty nine out of a possible fifty, as they say on the range. Private James Reilly, Hugh Clark, Edward Snyder and William Ness, the Rookie four of the 11th Company, put the snap and go of big time professionals in their numbers. “Kaiser Bill’s a Bum” was a little truth well sung among others. Private Walter Donaldson, creator of creation beating melodies, was at the piano and a number of his hits were rendered.

            It was hard to believe at times that Private John Rothany and Frank Miglino, 12th Company, were properly functioning human beings so marvelous are the acrobatic flings and leaps making up their sketch. It is without a question one of the best done pieces of work ever seen here. Private Frank Dobblin, 10th Company,  with Private Milton Feiher accompanying, sang several ballads pleasingly, and Private James Zeffarano, 10th Company, was clever in some imitations.

            Lieut. Carter adjutant of the 3d Battalion, was the officer in charge of the programme, which was seen through its details by Private Feiher, who has had considerable experience in the show business before donating the fighters wear.


Men of Many Nationalities Welded Into One Great Brotherhood Here


(By a Rookie)


            The statement that America is the melting pot of nations has always been accepted as axiomatic. No less true is the assertion that nothing has done more to cement bonds of friendship among men of all races, customs, ideals and beliefs than the training camps where Uncle Sam’s champions of democracy are being taught the intricate arts of modern warfare.

            The foreign-born are all slowly but surely mouldered into a fine typeof American citizenry, resolved, to do or die for the land of their adoption.

            A knowledge of the composition of Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 7th Battalion. Strikingly demonstrates these facts. Drafted from an industrial centre known as the “Essen of America,” the members are largely foreign born. Between them and their native-born comrades there has arisen a feeling of common interest unknown in civil life. It sprang into existence the moment they were quartered in barracks under the same roof.

            In the 28th Company may be found former citizens of nearly every race, even the stoical Mongolian-brothers all. Many of them cannot understand English, and Lieuts. Van Thun (in charge). Hahn, Schroeder, Roberts and Greeley have not only had to qualify as exceptional officers in the initial training of the men, but have also demonstrated that they can, as linguists, understand almost any tongue from Balken lingo to Peking chatter.

            Our hats go off to the First Sergeant Rosa J. Dirkson a fine man with a benevolent disposition, but ever watchful. He is ready to lend a helping hand and pay due heed to every hard luck story or complaint. But he is also a strict disciplinarian and will surely detect any disobedience or neglect.

            Now that the company has settled itself. Matters are moving very smoothly, with the exception of Sergt. Fitzpatrick, whose fiery hair is matches at drill hours by his complexion in trying to make his platoon understand how to execute a squads understanding how to execute squads- understand how to execute a squads right movement. It might be mentioned here that this particular part of the drill is one of the execution of which must be correct or Bridgeport will hear Fitzpatrick’s graphophonic voice.

            CZKXPGMBQ- did you get that name? If not, you are referred to Sergeants. Erhardt, Emmerich, Roehrig, Esser and Weber. They have become bomb proof on catching names never dreamed of by Noah Webster when he bound the English language up into a book. The aforesaid sergeants are now peacefully resting under the care of a physician at the base hospital; one who is skilled in the treatment of shell-shock. Roehrig is being ability to fit shoes on horses. He learned it out here too.

            Hoot, man! Here comes the bonnie Scotchman, Sergt. Ferguson. Behind his straight figures comes Sergt. McGeough. Insurance this way, boys. Don’t forget to be insured. The cost is very trifling and think of what you leave behind you when anything happens to you. The best thing for you. Some one would think they were solicitors instead of really performing an act of mercy in writing up the insurance forms. Did you ever see Fergie with his bag-pipe (the pipe that looks like a bag over his mouth)? And listen to McGeough spill a yarn about what he did in New York the last time he went to the Aquarium. Rest.


Attention, You Guys Who Think You Have Talent! Here’s a Chance to Get It Out of Your System


Impresario Irving Berlin Feels Another Big Show Coming On and Is in Quest of Performers


            The fame of “You Know Me, Al.?” “Biff! Bang!” and other recent enlisted men’s shows is due for a decided eclipse since the announcement that Private Irving Berlin and allies are hard at work preparing for the presentation of a musical comedy in New York to show what men of the National Army can do.

            All the language of the 1918 circus poster-”Mammoth, stupendous, glittering, gorgeous.” and the rest-applies without; reservation to this production, for which talent is now being sought. Further announcement will appear in Trench and Camp from time to time. Permission of Lieut. Col. Thomas J. Powers, Chief of staff, has been received, it is understood, for the show.

            Let this “Memorandum.” posted by the backers, advertising for actors, singers, dancers, musicians, amature and professional entertainers, speak for itself:

            A musical comedy, minstrel and sketch to be staged, acted and managed by our own Camp Upton boys is shortly to be arranged for under the direction  of Private Irving  Berlin.

            This performance, which is to be  representative of  what the boys in a draft camp can do, will be held at one of the important theatres in New York City and possibly elsewhere, and the entire proceeds will go toward the erection of a hotel in this camp for the accommodation and use of friends and relatives of it’s soldiers.

            In taking part you will be doing a two fold, splendid service to your camp and your folks, so step out, fellows, and don’t be modest about your talents! If you have any professional or amateur experience or ability, we want to hear from you at once.

            Report to Private Irving Berlin at No.126 Eighth Street, Cantonment Headquarters Detachment, between 7 and 9 P.M., any evening excepting Saturdays and Sundays.


Epic Of New England Written By Private Late Of Denver's


Celebrities From Soil of Emerson Set Before “Our Busy Readers.”


            Perhaps you’ve noticed the classic, Emersonian tone Upton has assumed in past days. Of course, it may be just the June balm, but there is a large number who believes the New England men are responsible. To have in Camp Thousands of these lads from Puritan soil could not but have it’s influence. There are 327 rookies, you know, from Boston. Daniel B. Roche, once of Danvers, Mass., now privating it in the 11th Company, Second Battalion, 152d Depot Brigade, has taken it upon himself to wright a running epic of some of these New Englanders, and it is given herewith, not a foot of the original missing;

Soldiers All


Just tell the folks we landed,

            Like Columbus did before,

And believe me we are working,

            And were doing every chore.


Here’s Charles E. Fitzgerald,

            Used to start the cars on time

For the good old Salem Willows

            Now he runs on Upton time.


You should get a look at Michael F.

            Gillispie is his name,

And the way he gets around the burg,

            Well, SPEED’S his middle name.


There’s John who left old Italy,

            Who “eatas” da spaghetti.

But boys you want to watch him,

            For he’ll can the Kaiser yet.


Look out for Herbie Bishop,

            He’s got a pious name,

But he’ll never be a Chaplain,

            For he’s hitched up to a dame.


Dick Kerwin longs for Danvers,

            Where the Danvers River flows,

Always sighting for his wifey,

            No matter where he goes.


John E. Cain misse’s Danvers

            And his little grocery wagon,

For he can’t get clothes to fit him;

            He’s some doughboy, that’s no braggin’.


            (Ed’s note-As originally submitted, this epic was long enough to stretch from sound to ocean. It will appear by installments. Watch for them, during speeding weeks.)


Songfest By 20,000 Men Will Be Staged Here Soon By Dudley


New Director of Camp Singing, Gifted With Personality, Makes Big Hit With Soldiers


            Camp Upton’s new director of camp singing has been laying to his work for the past few days in a way which assures that every man who comes here, if he’s not deaf and dumb, will contribute his share toward making it a Singing Army, as advertised.

            This live masculine, hard working and result getting coaxer of melody from gun-toting persons is Eric Dudley, lately of the Conservatory of Music at Ithaca N.Y., and once singing director and vocal instructor in London. He has wide experience in leading community singing in England before it wa even dreamed of on this side of the Salt Blue.

            Since the moment of his appointment to this Camp by the war Department Commission on Training Camp Activities he has been at work all the time, arranging for sings and then leading them. He has directed nearly Battalion of the Depot Brigade and has drawn some great music from each one. Plans are under way for a mammoth open air soldier sing some time soon, with twenty thousand voices directed by Mr. Dudley.

            He has that much agitated thing, personality, and knows how to use it. And he’s in every sense a soldier’s man, which means a he-male person of the non-feminine gender. The lads like him sing for him, if the huge roaring and tumults of song and cheering that come from his proteges are indicative. The song’s he’s using include a number of soldier-written hits of recent vintage. Private Walter Donaldson’s song’s are among them, and Mr. Dudley has some of his own that are also good.

            Gen. Bell was present one morning when the new director was working and spoke heartiest endorsement of the efforts he’s making to get everybody singing. “I believe most heartily in every soldier being a singing soldier. Singing is a wonderful tonic when you are tired, and I know from experience.” The General also urged the men to establish relations of friendliness with their officers, and yet observe the discipline so necessary to a successful army.


Lieut. Col., Dolph Athletic Officer Of Depot Brigade


            Lieut. Col. C. A. Dolph is now athletic officer of the Depot Brigade, Lieut. Blakeslee having been transferred to the artillery training camp in the South. Col. Dolph has appointed other officers in charge of different sports. Col. Dolph has been instrumental in stimulating the company and battalion league and kept it going in spite of adverse circumstances movement of troops, &c., breaking up the schedules and the cantonment diamond and tennis courts on the 18th street are the result of his enthusiasm for athletics on a large scale.


Baseball Results


            In the southeastern quarter of camp baseball is swinging along in great shape these bright days. The team of the 302d Remount Depot has been playing in pennant winning form with two victories over Company C, Military Police 16 to 3, and Motor Truck Company 826, 2 to 1. The Remount Pack Train has cleaned up the office lads of the Mule Centre by one run, 7 to 6. The boys of the Outgoing Casual Warehouse took over Company C, Military Police, 10 to 8.


            The man who said “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” Should have seen the 3d Company monkey and a certain Depot Brigade soldier holding hands and gazing into each others eyes. The scene was most touching,


Speeders Of All Ranks Are Seized


            Officers of all ranks, privates and civilians, have been caught in the anti-speed net which the vigilant scions of the Provost Guard have been tightening about camp recently. Fifteen miles an hour is the limit, and M. P.’s have been along all the principal rues and boulevards to see that it’s not broken. Scores of violators have been brought before Major H. H. Walker, Provost Marshal, and reprimanded.


Mass Events Feature N.Y.A. C.-D. Brigade Meet In Which 5,000 Soldiers Participate


Officers Tug at Rope-Benny Leonard Cheered With Boxing Calisthenics Class-French Band Plays


            For massing soldiers into competitive games, the athletic meet of last week at Smith’s Field given for the 152d Depot Brigade by the New York Athletic Club captures all the silver and glit prizes and smashes into minute fragments all standing local records. Five thousand men participate in the giant meet, not to mention the thousands of others, cheering, kidding, laughing, and whistling, who formed a great square of khaki around the field looked on. The French Military Band played under a precarious, extemporized marquee, and it was lucky they hadn’t more. Horns or it would have been carried aloft by the gale. The Depot Brigade Band, led by Mr. Eckinroth, vied in frequently competition with the Frenchman from across the field. Col. John Woodward, commanding the brigade, was honorary referee, and Lieut. Col. Cyrus A. Dolph was one of the most enthusiastic spectators. Especially in the officers tug-of-war did his sporting blood rise, and he pulled every inch of the rope with his outfit, although he didn’t have his hands on it.


With The Engineers


            The Y.M.C.A. Hut at the Engineer’s Camp was recently presented with a handsome silk flag by the ladies of the First Reformed Church, Jamaica, and the colors were unfurled with appropriate ceremonies Friday evening, May 24. Color Sergts. Gray of the 152d and Albertson of the 39th Engineers officiated and after a  few words on behalf of the donors by Secretary Corwin, Dr. Anderson gave a brief but stirring address on “The Flag,” at the close of which the national anthem was sung and three cheers given. This was followed by a lecture by Mr. W. W. Ellsworth, former editor of the Century Magazine entitled “The Hun.” Illustrated by 100 slides, beautifully illustrative.

            Mr. and Mrs. Howard O. Wood of Jamaica gave a most enjoyable entertainment at the Hut, singing solos and duets in an informal manner and thereby getting into very close sympathy with their audience.

            The boys at the Engineer Camp appreciate good things.


Umpire and 3 Runs Beat Brigade Nine


Depot Ball-Tossers Have Exciting Passage With Bayshore Sailors


            The Depot Brigade ball team, which journeyed to the Central Islip Hospital to play against the team representing the Naval Aviation Station at Bayshore, was beaten by a score of 8 to 3 and a balky umpire. In the first innings the umpire insisted on busting up the game by ordering out Bruno Haas, the Naval School pitcher, because he questioned a decision, the umpire insisting that Haas was no lady. The boys from Bayshore greeted the umps with the order of the “raz” to such an extent that the official got mad and said he wouldn’t play if Haas stayed in the game, and finally the boys from Upton persuaded Bruno to tell the umpire it was his mistake, and the game continued.

            In the third, with three men on bases, Carlson, the Upton pitcher, struck out Berchtold and Boynton, two of the heavy hitters of the Bayshore team, and with two strikes on him, Barcroft, the next man up, hit out a high one to the left field, which Lieut. Stookey of the Upton
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