January 21, 1918

JANUARY 21, 1918





Private Lost Ticket for Trip to Sick Mother, but New Comrades Helped.


            The trench of the Olive Drab Brotherhood, to which all members of the 77th Division belong heart and should has never been evidenced as strikingly as by the help given a private in Company 1, 305th Infantry, on the way to see his mother, who was very ill.  He lost his railroad ticket, and Private Burbach, Company M, 308th Infantry, began a collection, which more than bought the ticket, and Burbach had the engineer back the train into the station again, when it started off without his succored, 305th brother.  Who was frantically endeavoring to make the departing train with the ticket bought through the generosity of fellow Soldiers.


            Here are some of those whose spirit of generosity and fine helpfulness aided the Comrade in distress:  Private Horowitz, Company A, 305th;  Privates Smith and Steckler, 152d Deport Brigade;  Private Gross, 302d Trench Mortar Battery;  Corporals Conlin and Schwab, 407th Motor Supply Train;  Mechanic Power, 306th Infantry;  Private Regan, 302d Engineers;  Sergt. R. L. Arnan, 306th Field Artillery;  Privates Greenwood and Schultz, 152d Deport Brigade;  Private Haffner, 306th Infantry, and Private De Bue, 304th Machine Gund Battalion.

January 21, 1918




Hundred and fifty Dollar Awards for Best Policing and Beautifying.


            Pride in the appearance of barracks, company and regimental areas has been of encouraging proportions ever since the New York Division went into camp, but the offer of regimental and company prizes for the best-policed and beautified company and regimental areas has already swelled the enthusiasm tremendously for keeping grounds ship shape.  One hundred dollars is to be awarded the regiment whose grounds are adjudged most pleasing and scrupulous and $50 to the best company.


            The regiments eligible to compete are as follows:  305th, 306th, 307th, 308th, and 367th Infantry, 304th, 305th and 306th Field Artillery, 302d engineers, 304th, 305th and 306th Machine Gun Battalions combined.  All company organizations are eligible to compete.  Conditions governing the competition and awards have been submitted by a Board of governors brought together by order of Gen. Johnson.


            The basis on rating regimental areas is on three parts; 30 per cent. On the Sanitary Inspector’s report, 30 per cent. On the Division Inspector’s report and 40 per cent. On improvements and beautifications of the area, monthly ratings are to be made by the inspectors, and the final award will be made by a board appointed by the Division Commander from the reports for the months of January, February, March and April.  In rating companies the following are basis’s;  Incinerator, bath and toilers, 40 per cent. Interior of barracks, 30 per cent.; exterior of barracks, 30 per cent.


            Expenditures are discouraged and if a regiment spends more than $100 or a company more than $50 exclusion from consideration in the prize award will follow.  From the wonders that have already been accomplished by some of the units with the aid of a few transplanted pine trees and some concrete and other fixings there will be some miracles wrought within the next three months under the stimulus of the prizes.  







Are Special Guests of 302d Engineers – Gen. Johnson Commands “His Boys”


            Six hundred members of the American Society of Civil Engineers, with two hundred ladies visited Camp Upton Thursday.  Col. C.O. Sherrill of the 302d Engineers was in charge of the entertainment of the party.  Inspection of the engineers’ section and a regimental review with Gen. Johnson reviewing officer, which revealed a wonderful degree of soldierly efficiency, was the features of the day.  The visitors were taken to all the points of interest in the camp.  They saw a gas attack, a demonstration of bayonet drill, under the supervision of Capt. Brown, assisted by Sergeant Major Covington of the British Army.


            A machine gun demonstration was afforded by the machine gun company, 307th Infantry, and an exhibition Infantry attack, given by Company L of the same outfit.  Luncheon was served at the Acker. Merrall and Condit Hotel.  The visitors also made an inspection of the division target range.  Their astonishment at the advanced degree of practical training attained by the 77th Division was widespread and was expressed in enthusiastic approval of the splendid military establishment here at Upton.


            Gen. Johnson in addressing the visitors said that in all his years of military experience he had never seen a finer spirit than that existing among the men in Camp Upton.





Prize three Hour Telephone Conversation Ends With Chase a la Movie.


            What the talk was all about and who the lady was at the other and of the wire are questions agitating the camp since a high private from the Deport Brigade pulled the prize one of the season, talking for three hours over the telephone to a girl somewhere in New York.  The talker entered a booth in K. of c. Hall at 7 o’clock in the evening.  He stayed and stayed, privates gathering interestedly before the glass door and counting off “It’s $15 now.  He’s talked $20 worth,” and so on.  Finally Mr. Grady started to close up the building and six telephone operators fell on the long-winded gent as he stepped jauntily from the phone enclosure.  They told him the amount of the bill - $22.50, and he refused to pay.  Whereon the orderlies notified Military Police Headquarters.  The talker tried to get away and a posse of orderlies chased him over camp until 3 o’clock in the morning.  He was finally apprehended and taken to Military Police Headquarters.






            Mr. W. Eugene Kimball, who has been business manager of the Camp Upton Y. M. C. A. since the beginnings of Camp, has left to take up the larger work of business manager for the Eastern Department of the Red Triangle organization.  Mr. Kimball’s departure is generally regretted among associates and a large acquaintance in the military establishment.

 Mr. Burton Twitchell, who has served as building secretary of the Fifth and Eighth Street Hunt, will take his place.





Company 1  Proves  Most Tuneful in Meet Which Points Toward Division Affair


            The regimental sing-song competition waxes space.  At least eight organizations are expected in the list of entries, the last date for presenting which to Charles Wayland Towne, manager at Y.M.C.A. Headquarters, is  Jan. 29.  The first contest will be Jan. 31, with four regiments competing and four will come the following night.  The finals will be Feb. 6.  This feast of song is to be spread in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium.  A beautiful trophy cup is to be awarded the winner.  The basis of award is as follow:  Harmony, 25 per cent.; expression, 25 per cent.; enunciation, 25 per cent.; tone quality, 25 per cent.  A Board of competent musicians will act as judges, among them the popular Orpheus Five of Los Angles.


            An interesting prelude to what may be expected in the way of soldier chorus singing was afforded by the 306th Infantry sing-song competition, held in the Fourth Street Y.M.C.A. Hut recently.  A silver cup is the prize offered.  Company I won this first competition, their 25 singers presenting work of peculiar excellence.  Col. George Vidmer, in announcing the winner, commented upon the splendid military fashion in which Company I presented their original harmonies.  Their opening song, “Be Proud That You Are a Son of America,” was written by Corpl. A. M. Pincus and dedicated to Capt. Marshall.  Company 13 ran a close second in the affair, with Companies M and D close on their heels.  This first regimental song competition reflects the progressive spirit general in this live doughboy outfit.



BY George L. Moore

(Camp Upton Long Island, N.Y.)


            It seems probable that when the full strength of America’s armies are lined up for fight, a shortage of Kaiser will be one of the disappointments to our combatants.


            The hope in the bosom of every fighter is to “Get The Kaiser,” with a peculiarly personal slant to the laudable ambition.  It is a pet ambition, nestling close to every soldier’s heart, to administer one poke in the regal jaw, one kick in the royal seat of retirement and various pummellings, maulings and manhandlings distributed otherwhere on the Hohenzollern Person.

            “Can the Kaiser,” “Get the Kaiser,” “Hit the Kaiser,” and dozens of other kindred phrases rampant in every poem, song or story written by soldiers sum up this ambition.


            Isn’t it barely possible that the Last of the Prussian War Lords, being a single, lone and solitary individual, will prove inadequate to these millions of desires for personal vengeance (see accompanying illustration)?


            One inspection, slight and cursory though it may be, of the Trench Hoof of the American fighter, with its dangerous steel studs and its efficient horseshoe makes it seem that His Williness is going to find one application of it, propelled forcibly, enough.  And several Bared Fists have been seen among our defenders which are of a size and hardness that make a mule’s foot seem like an instrument of soft caress.  How long would one (1) Kaiser stand up against the short-arm jabs which use one of these “Dukes” as a weapon?  We give Wilheim about thirty (30) linear seconds.


            What’s to be done, then?  Our Bolsheviki friends might make this a cogent argument for peace:  There being a dearth of Kaiser, let us cease our strivings.  Let us call off our war dogs, since there isn’t sufficient quarry.  As usual, such Nevsky-Prospeck logic has a joker in it.


            Its answer is this:  Let us transfer some of our desires for personal satisfaction to the few million Plain Huns who have been doing their bit in this war.


Let the slogan be Hunt out the Hun, in addition to the rallying cry, “Kan the Kaiser.” 

Despite the bear stories to the contrary, there are undoubtedly enough Plain Huns left to go around.  They will make just as good receivers for punches in the jaw, kicks in the shins and pokes in the ribs as their Master.  They’ll probably be a trifle more available than Potsdam’s star boarder.  And it will be more satisfactory to pick out your own, private, individual Hun than to have to stand in line while several thousand comrades are having their poke at the One and Only Bill.  The number of kicks, bites, et cetera, will not be limited when given a personal Hun.  It would cause bad feeling if, while the line was impatiently swaying back and forth, each member of it clamoring for “just one little poke at Bill,” some hoggish creature should polish him off with a Single Haymaker.  There would be disappointment and untold aggravation.


            According to this “every man gets his own Hun” plan, there will be no such embarrassment.  There will be no jealousy or bad feeling in the ranks.  Everybody will be given a chance.  It isn’t democratic to destroy autocracy all by oneself.  Give the other fellow a chance.  Cease the striving to be First at the Kaiser’s Person.  Leave that to a Committee of Experts, and let everyone, all together, pick a Hun of his own.




The Clark C. Griffith Ball and Bat Fund has sent more than two thousand baseball outfits to the American soldiers “Over There,” and the boys in Khaki have introduced our national pastime in many parts of France.  Here is the attempt of a baseball game:

“The theque is the ancient game of ball to the field modified and regulated.  One can play to ten, but to well play the theque it is necessary to be eighteen players.  The dimension of the ground is illimitable; all the same she ought not to have less than 300 square meters.  One traces a polygon, of which each side can have from five to ten meters.  The bases are indicated by blocks of wood.  The first chamber (home plate) or base is ordinarily a square of two meters of side.  The post of emplacement of the lancer (pitcher) ought to find itself at four meters from the first base.  The lancer ought not to eject the ball, but lance her in such fashion that she arrived between the shoulder and the knee of the beater (batter).  The role of beater is off to bet the ball – as soon as she is served in the direction which he desires (but all the same before this field) and far enough for to permit him of to run at least just to the second base and thus soon again just to the base of return.  The play of the opposed field is to send back the ball the most rapidly possible to prevent the beater from to make his run around.”



            The Negro solders in France Have invented a French song which they sign while performing their duties back of the lines.  The ditty, set to music of the Negroes’ own making, runs something like this:

            “Polly vooh Fransay?

            Polly vooh Fransay:

            Wee, wee, wee!

            Ceska say ca sa,



            Come bien por sank sous.

            Come bien por sies sous.




            Mail this paper to your mother today.  She wants to read every scrap of information she can get about your camp.



By  Private Chet Shafer


(310th Sanitary Train, Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Mich.)

With the


Of Mess Room


Several soldiers



The Records




Held by





            Apropos of appetites—

            There is a current feeling that the manufacture of bread pudding and hash in the army is strikingly similar to hoarding coupons in civil life.


The guard house is the little pink pill of military circles.


“Son”, queried the father, “how are you progressing at camp.”

            “I’m getting along nicely,” the youth responded, “but I’m still lacing my Leggings.”


            Of all the pretty alliances of history not one is more beautiful and sublime than the friendly pact between the regulation issue heavies and the goose-pimpled skin of the soldier

Just before taps.


            His recommendation was:

            “Before taking my oath of fealty and allegiance I was addicted to the use of pajamas.  Now my pajamas are in the bottom drawer of the marble-topped commode in the spare room back home and I sleep in everything but my trench shoes.”


On the advice              Of the Artist:            “Read ‘em                      And weep.”





By S. F. Mclennan, Camp Educational Secy., Y.M.C.A.)



Enthusiasm Possesses Students and Teachers – List of Those Instructing.


            In every corner of the camp and at various hours of both day and night military schools of every sort are being held-schools of the regular drill, non-com. Schools, the officers’ training school, schools of gassing, machine gun schools, bombing schools, &e.


            In addition to these and outside the regular military requirements are the schools organized and operated by the educational secretaries of the Y.M.C.A.  Of these, the ones conducted in English are especially interesting.


Rapid Progress Being Made

            The English schools are known, formally, as “Schools in English for non-English speaking American soldiers”.  The title reveals the problem and the human interest of the organization.  Men born abroad and still speaking their own languages, while living in America, were drafted into the National Army.  It is obvious that difficulties as to military training would arise at once.  Soldiers who know no language but Polish, Russian, Italian, Greek, or other of some score tongues, cannot be given military training by ordinary methods.  At this point the Y.M.C.A. offered its services, and with the sanction and co-operation of the military authorities, opened schools for enlisted men who are entirely ignorant of the English language.  The teachers and supervisors are taken from the ranks.  Many of them are former teachers – some of them having been teachers of English to foreigners before they joined the army.  They give their services freely and undertake the work as an addition to their regular military programme.  More enthusiastic pupils and teachers could not be found.  Rapid progress is being made.  One could scarcely find more patriotic service.

            In one section of the camp – the 305th Infantry – schools in English were initiated by the military authorities and are run with great success under the direction of Lieut. Davidow as part of the soldiers’ military programme.  This, perhaps, is the ideal scheme.

            In both sets of English school, the Gouin method, popularly known as the Roberts method, is followed.  The lesions of the Y.M.C.A. schools are wrought out by Sergt. Mantinband and those of the 305th Infantry by Lieut. Davidow, both former teachers in the New York City schools.

            The numbers of teachers in the schools is eighty-nine and the enrollment is 1,100.  The names of the teachers in the schools follow:  Lieut. Mckay, Lieut. Davidow, Lieut. Browne, Lieut. Nordgard, Lieut. Park, Pvt. Peristein, Pvt. Hyde, Sergt. Albers, Pvt. Bisbano, Corpl. Styles, Sergt. Stembler, Pvt. Charles, Corpl. Loew, Corpl. Koenzler, Corpl. Moscowitz, Pvt. Blumgarten, Pvt. Lew, Pvt. Mendes, Pvt. Murray, Pvt. Bramson, Pvt. Gonsior, Pvt. Tremair, Corpl. Gluck, Pvt. Heyman, Pvt. Weinstein, Mechanic Stokes, Pvt. Wallace, Sergt. Dinzey, Corpl. Dix, Sergt. Murphy, Corpl. Anthony, Corpl. Anderson, Corpl. Malone, Corpl. Overton, Pvt. Rostron, Pvt. Kraus, Sergt. Routh, Pvt. Morris, Pvt. Popper, Corpl. Prendergast, Pvt. Goggin, Corpl. Lippner, Corpl. Isaacs, Pvt. Horwitz, Pvt. Nolan, Pvt. Brown, Corpl. Altman, Sergt. O’Brien, Sergt. Gallup, Sergt. Morehouse, Pvt. Noxon, Pvt. Smith, Sergt. Hurburt, Pvt. Hurlburt, Pvt. Carroll, Sergt. Kittle, Pvt. Copeland, Pvt. Levy, Sergt. Smart, Pvt. Kostoini, Pvt. Keane, Corpl. Von Hoogenstein, Pvt. Restle, Pvt. Goldstein, Pvt. Littner, Pvt. Krulheit, Sergt. Johnson, Sergt. Rosalsky, Pvt. Kasper, Sergt. Whalen, Corpl. Krasiaiski, Corpl. Cartucci, Pvt. Selmonowitz, Pvt. Christoffers, Pvt. Jacobs, Pvt. Eisenstein, Pvt. Niles, Corpl. Minotti, Pvt. Kroeger, Pvt. McCormank, Pvt. Lancaster, Corpl. Ficker, Pvt. Arnold, Corpl. Barrataa, Corpl. Schrelber, Corpl. Sullivan, Pvt. Stockel, Pvt. Owen, Pvt. Silverman, Pvt. Demaree. 





Frazier Hunt Had Shown Some of Human Sides to new Army.


            A tribute to a fine personality and distinguished, widely read articles in the New York Sun was the farewell dinner given Frazier (“Spike”) Hunt at Moriches Inn, Centre Moriches, Wednesday night.  Capt. M. Brown of the British Mission was another honor guest.  Hunt’s work as Upton Sun correspondent has had human value of a rare sort, and has reflected the evolution of the camp in remarkable fashion.  Every high officer of the division knew and admired the work of this talented news writer.  By special invitation he lived with the 306th Infantry.  He has left Upton to take up work in the city for his paper.  Doubleday, Page & Co. brings out “Blown In by the Draft” soon, a book which is largely made up of the stories Hunt wrote about Upton.  Thirty or more illustrations in it are done by Capt. J.S.S. Richardson.


            Through the informal talks which were made by all the guests was a vein of fine admiration for the honor guest, who himself responded modestly.  The dinner was easily a big scoop, and the party throughout was large.  Those present were:  Major Bozeman Bulger, 306th Infantry, who presided:  Capt. Louis B. Gerow, assistant to Division Adjutant;

Capt. J.S.S. Richardson, Division Intelligence Officer; Capt. Arthur Wolf, 306th Infantry; Lieut. James Loughborough, 305th Infantry; Lieut. Thomas e. Stone jr., 307th Infantry;

Lieut. Lee D. Brown, Assistant Division Intelligence Officer; Mr. Allan smith, instructor in jiu-jitsu; Mr. Earle Hadley, New York Evening Sun; Mr. Lindsay McKenna, New York World; Mr. Edward Clary, Brooklyn Daily Eagle, and Mr. Aruthur Cowan.

“Onward, Christian Soldiers”

Suggested As America’s Battle Hymn


            What do you think of “Onward, Christian Soldiers,” as America’s battle hymn?

            A corporal in the Headquarters Troop of the 101st U.S. Cavalry has suggested this stirring hymn as the battle song of America’s fighting men.  Trench and Camp is desirous of ascertaining the opinions of as many soldiers as possible on the adoption of the hymn.  Write to the editor and cast your ballot.

            In making his suggestion the corporal wrote the following:

            “Our great President has-outlined America’s policy and declared to the Teutonic Powers that we seek nothing but justice to the oppressed and an assurance of Everlasting Peace, with the downfall of Autocracy.  Can those words mean anything but that we have a righteous cause – that we are the inspiration of our allies – that we are in a war for world freedom – that we are the reserve forces of the almighty sent forth to struggle for weary brothers in arms, who for over three years have stayed the on – rush of the diabolical, God – forsaken foe?  Can those words mean anything but that we are the last, final, mighty blow, called on by the very God Him – Self to bring inspiration and new courage to the battle – worn hosts of Righteousness?

            “Do we not, therefore, need a battle hymn that characterizes the cause for which we fight and give our very lives and fortunes for its victory?  Can it better be expressed than by that old familiar marching hymn of:

            “Onward, Christian Soldiers!     

            Marching as to war,

            With the Cross of Jesus    

            Going on before,” etc?

            “Have you ever heard that wonderful hymn blared forth by massed bands?  Have you ever listened to your regimental band play it on their way to or from Sunday church service?  Have you ever felt the thrill – the cold chill creep up your back until it came with a rush to the very roots of your hair, when you heard it as you marched on parade in the old home town?  Is there anything more inspiring in its marching rhythm – its words and simplicity of meaning?  Has it not been the old reliable of band leaders for years to bring applause from an unresponsive audience?  Does it not appeal to you as the battle hymn of the hour – the very thing we need – that extra something not expressed by bayonets or bursting shells, but the human dynamic force back of them inspired to an overwhelming victorious strength?

            We will not have time to sing it in the trenches nor going over the top, but we can sing it and have our bands play it as they march through the streets of America, England, France, Italy and Russia, on our way to the front.  It will proclaim to nations very where that America has a divine objective.

            “Let us then sing it everywhere, on the march, in the divine service – in our hearts.  Let it grow and kindle within us.  Let us thoroughly understand our objective in that song, so that no matter what the experience or sacrifice may be we will stick to our task with that tenacity which has ever marked American victory.  Therefore let the band's sound off – The Battle Hymn of America:

            “ Onward, Christian Soldiers!

            Marching as to war,

            Going on before,

            Christ, the Royal Master,

            Leads against the foe,

            Forward into battle

            See His banners go.”

            Commenting on the suggestion, the Camp Hancock edition of Trench and Camp, published at Augusta, Ga., says:

            “His suggestion is an excellent one.  No hymn is more universally sung.  No hymn rings with the martial spirit as does “Onward, Christian Soldiers.”  There is a dignity, a sweep of majesty in the setting that enraptures and ennobles any soul the least bit responsive to emotion.  We have heard it sung by 20,000 people and the effect was tremendous.  It has been sung in our hearing by small gatherings and never does it fail to impart virility and a challenge to the holiest impulses.  We heartily endorse the suggestion.”





The Trouble Man is an important member of many industrial organizations.


            The Trouble Man is also a member of the Army Organization.

            He wasn’t elected to the office by a meeting of the Board of Directors, or by a plebiscite.  Nor was he lifted, protesting, into his Post of Importance by a firm insistent hand which recognized his worth.  The Trouble Man in the Army elected himself.  His age-hallowed designation is The Guard House Lawyer.  Guard House means Trouble, Lawyer means Man – Trouble Man.

            The G.H.L.’s philosophy is that No One Gets into the Bull Pen because He Deserves It, but because of Regulations.  Therefore, he achieves a bowing acquaintance with a couple of regulations, and launches into the practice of Guard House Law.  He hangs out no shingle, nor does he accept thing from Post Exchange Coupons to loan of a razor.

            His legal opinion is freely given on anything from overstaying leave with failure to make reveille to ducking retreat – all in the day’s work.  He often scents out with uncanny directness the lad facing court-martial or a grilling less serious.  The G.H.L. reads signs, clouded brow, unusual nervousness, peaked and drawn face.

            Don’t worry, leave it to me, I’ll give you the straight dope,” is his message.

            “Now, you want to go at it this way,” and he spills out in a mixed-up jumble the segment of Regulations he’s learned.  “They can’t get you for that, if you’ll just hand  ‘em a little stiff stuff from the Regulations.”

            So he counsels.  If his scent has deceived him, and he finds that his victim is overcast because there’s been no letter from Her, he quotes Regulations just the same.

            But he forfeits even friendly gratuities in such a case.  Perhaps he might be given the loan of a razor but it would be forcibly applied – to his throat.




             Our troops have been advised by Secretary Baker that on them will fall the burden of the next campaign.  And this is not be wondered at.  France has already lost in casualties more than two million men; the British casualties are nearly one million.  This we know.  Germany has not made her wounds public, but no censorship can conceal the fact that Germany has suffered a desperate and deadly toll in her assault upon the peace of the world.  The Crown Prince had more casualties at Verdun than the United States has men in training in fifteen cantonments.  The Austrians lost 400,000 men to Brussiloff in early summer of 1916 and the steady wearing out of German men, from Messines and White Sheet to the Vosges Mountains, has gone on with increasing acceleration.

            In spite of this loss on both sides the war has not been settled.  Far from it, for German received new resources in men and material by the cessation of effective Russian hostilities for many months.  Therefore, America faces the task of winning the war or seeing all that has been done heretofore dissipated in useless efforts.  Victory is all that counts now.  A Headlock peace means nothing.

            Those who know the heart of America have no doubt what America’s answer will be.  There is no race for both Democracy and despotism in the civilization of the white races.  One or the other means triumph.

            Four years ago no one would have believed that Germany could have come so near definitely turning back the hands of progress.  And to –day the world knows it is a desperate fight to a finish.  We even begin to doubt whether the German people themselves want to be set free from Prussian domination.  German people of the next generation, men and women who have been raised in a free atmosphere of unfettered thought, and who have been allowed to come to their own conclusions and express the will of their own minds in self-government, will naturally love freedom and will, when gained, maintain it, but those who for two generations have been taught by Prussian masters, preached to by Prussian preachers, drilled by Prussian sergeants and ordered to death by Prussian generals – out of the hearts of these men something has gone that seems to set them aside from the ranks of those who would die to be free.

            And so against men whose hearts are proof against the appeal for freedom; whose minds are so beclouded they cannot see that England, America and France are fighting not to destroy German, but to set her free along with the rest of the world, there is no other means of approach except through the field of battle.  To this crusade comes America.  All that a government can do our government has done or is doing.  In spite of mistakes which we all know, we have accomplished great and unparalleled works in preparation and efficiency.  Our troops have been convoyed to Europe without the loss of a single man, and they will be kept there, supported and fed and cared for with foresight and with abundance.  This rest lies with the soldiers, and those who know the homes in the prairies and mountains  and the lowlands from which these Americans have come know well that from their parents these soldiers have imbibed courage and patriotism that will be proof against all distress, that will endure all hardships, that will meet the German wiles and snares, and will stand at length triumphant in the forefront of those who have sacrificed all that the world might be made safe.

            England and France have held the Hun.  Now comes America, with England, France and Italy, to inflict such a defeat upon Prussian autocrats as will forever establish in this world the truth that Democracy is able to protect itself in the face of whatever assaults.

This is the reason for our entrance into the war, and with bayonet and grenade, with trench mortar and rifle fire, with aero planes and cruisers, the Americas will force their way to glorious victory!





            February 12 is the last day on which soldiers in the American Army may insure their lives.

            Every solider should avail himself of the opportunity to purchase insurance before that date.  This is the first time in the history of the world that any government ever insured its fighting men.  The rates are incredibly low and the protection of the highest and best.

            America’s soldiers should show their appreciation of this great boon by taking as much insurance as they can pay for without “strapping” themselves.  If private insurance companies insured soldiers the rates would be several times those quoted by the Government.  The rates were published in last week’s issue of Trench and Camp and the officers in charge of insurance in the various camps will be glad to talk over the matter with any man contemplating insurance.

            Don’t wait until the last minute to insure yourself.  There will be a big rush on the final day and you want to keep out of that so as to be sure you get your insurance and to lighten the burdens of the insurance officers. Insure today.




            Since the German Army was defeated at the Battle of the Marne in the autumn of 1914, it has not achieved a victory on any front where it was opposed by a force of similar size, with man for man and gun for gun.


            “Victories she has gained, to be sure, in Serbia, in Roumania and in demoralized Russia, where men in high command betrayed their trust,” says a military writer, “but nowhere has she met an enemy of equal strength, in any field, without recoiling.”


            The German people have been “fed up” on masterful retreats” and spectacular drives against small armies, but for the most part the German army has been “advancing to the rear” and the end is not yet.




          THE Libertyville Home Guards in Waukegan, Ill., were giving their first exhibition drill.  Mrs. John Kingman, a farmer’s wife, was approaching in buggy drawn by an ancient horse.


          The horse took one look at the formations and dropped dead.





            In upholding the constitutionality of the selective service law, the Supreme Court of the United States ruled that the power given Congress to declare war includes power to compel citizens to render military service both at home and abroad.  The draft law came before the Supreme Court when the appeals of thirteen persons were heard.  The thirteen appellants, among them Emma Goldman and Alexander Berkman, were convicted of either attempting to evade the draft law or trying to induce others to not register.  This is the final decision on the selective service law.






            During some recent maneuvers a raw recruit had been told off as orderly.


            On reaching the marquee where the officer was he poked his head in and bluntly inquired:


            “Have ye anything for me to do, mister?”


            Disgustedly laying down his cigar, the officer exclaimed:


            “Why the deuce don’t you introduce yourself in a proper manner?

Sit down,” he added, “and I will show you how to report yourself.”


            The “rookie” seated himself and the officer, proceeding to the entrance, walked briskly into the tent, saluted, and said:


            “Orderly for the day, sir.  Have you any orders for me?”


            The recruit calmly picked up the discarded cigar from the table and, between puffs laconically replied:


            “No, there’s very little doing today.  You can hoof it!”






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