October 8



Rookies Size-Up of Camp as "Some Joint" More Astute Than He Realizes, Although Every Detail of Construction Might Disorder His Mind


Perhaps the conjectures are variously phrased in the classic languages and dialects (including the Scandinavian) of Greater New York, in accents racy and reeking with inbred association, which know land beyond the East or North Rivers. Perhaps the exclamations are unprintable. Perhaps they bear just a trace of homesickness urged by that last tearful farewell at Pennsylvania Station.

Whatever their tone or tenor, the burthen is the same: "What manner of place is it?" There may be an ache in the innards and perhaps even a vague resentfulness. But every rookie temporarily abandons all feelings when the white capped conductor lustily announces "Camp Upton!" except an overwhelming curiosity to know something of this vast establishment which has grown like a forest mushroom in the heart of Long Island at the waving of your Uncle Sam's wand, and is to be his new home. He forgets that he has left something and remembers only that a new experience beckons, with novelty and adventure in plenty to furnish material for letters home.

Rookie Proclaims "Some Joint"

There is certainly a whirl of dustladen impressions as he steps from the car with his new comrades, already become "buddies" through that quick camaraderie which is American in essence, democracy safe and unquestioning. He is greeted by the clatter of busy hammers fashioning the buildings which, it has been estimated by a facile statistician, would still have a single workman humping busily had he begun his task 800 years B.C.

He sees a businesslike train of heavy motor trucks swing by marked " Q.M., U.S.A.," and perhaps bearing along the uniform he is to exhibit proudly to moter, sweetheart, aunts and cousins. A dusty guard, over coated and patrolling in leisurely fashion with a real rifle, looks him over condescendingly, and he blushes. If the rookie has imagination and the necessary mental background he finds rich food for rumination and philosophizing on the march to a barracks for the preliminaries. He may plumb the depths of erudition and emit his conclusions in terms with which Locke and Bergson might sympathize" "Some Joint!"

Uncle Sam and His Magic Wand.

And therein is much matter. It is "some joint" likewise some institution, that has been spread in a few weeks of time over thousands of acres. Whether Yaphank was a condition of mind resulting from severe shell shock or an improved tooth-paste had long worried those few seekers after the ultimate in information, until official Washington decided to make it a city.

The task of converting the wilderness of scrub oak and pine into a bustling city was one upon which the engineering skill and brains of the country became focused. So dense was the undergrowth when Yaphank was raw that even the roughest survey was impossible, until sighting lanes were chopped. Now, where was uncut foliage splendid roads stretch out and a community of many thousand population is beginning to find its life in a wilderness where hitherto not even a forlorn poet had sighed for a lodge.

The twofold task of preparing to build and building confronted the master planners, whose blueprints defiled Nature and all her works when planning was begun in the early summer.

In supreme charge of the engineering staff's organization was, and is, Major O'K. Myers, selected from civil life as constructing quartermaster. Before his entry into Government service Major Myers had seen extensive service on the Catskill Aqueduct, and the completion of the first unit of that system, fortunately for the history of Camp Upton, released the services of experienced engineers from an organization which had won a national reputation for the excellency of its engineering personnel. Camp Upton was the name only when Major Myers made his first trip of inspection, June 21, returning that night to the city to recruit all engineering staff capable of laying out and supervising construction of operations involving the expenditure of millions of dollars.

Smooth Engineering Machine Did it

A basic reason why the increments a future national soldiers have been taken care of without crowding or other inconvenience can surely be as the smooth-running character this engineering organization, which is remarkable in a brand new machine. The problems too that confronted a knotty and almost innumerable. For instance, a topographical survey in extremely tedious task, because mainly map of the territory available of the standard sheets of the United States Geological Survey.

Transportation problem was also a big one, the Long Island Railroad having but single-track facilities, and the country roads proving extremely unkind toward heavy motor trucking.

Not to mention the Long Island mosquito, the attacks of which made the reputed terrors of poison gas pale and wane into insignificance.

During the height of the "season" it was necessary for workman to wear protection against the ruthless proboscis.

Despite all these difficulties and obstacles, however, the vast accumulation of worries issuing from a task as colossal as this one which produced a great barrack city, he we are sitting down to our roast beef and gravy in airy mess halls, hopping about under our cold showers which furnish water from a fully equipped water system, and wondering what new marvels will spring up during our deep and dreamless sleep in this new metropolis.

Crammed with strange military terms which crackle in the mind like a new dollar bill, the rookie head might refuse to admit a full catalogue of astounding statistics bearing upon Camp Upton. He might momentarily gasp at the information that if all the boards, averaging their size at 1 by 3 inches, were placed end to end they would reach around the world, but the next "eyes right" would call him back to matters with fewer imaginative possibilities. And speaking of lumbar, there will be 39,000,000 feet of it in Camp Upton when the cantonment is complete. The way it takes the form of barracks makes Henry Ford's flivyer-printing system semm boyish. In constructing these roomy soldiers' homes, the contractor adopted a scheme which eliminated the use of scaffolding. Wooden poles were sunk in holes several feet deep for the sills and floor joists, with the next operation the laying of the rough flooring. Upon this the two sides of the structure were framed, and upon the studding, lying flat on the floor of the building, tar paper and the wooden sheathing for the sides were nailed.

The sides of the building are thus put together complete in a horizontal rather than a vertical position which they occupy in the finished structure, being later raised to the upright position and the side and end walls secured. To this scheme of construction, which is a great time-saver, is due in a measure the existence in a finished state of the major portion of the barracks.

Besides these quarters there are scores of buildings, including officers' quarters, stables, wagon sheds, offices, and many structures not erected by the Government, including twelve fully equipped "huts" built by the Y.M.C.A. Work is being advanced rapidly on the base hospital, which is south of the west end of the camp and will embrace over a dozen buildings with a thousand beds.

Water Flows in Abundance.

After being subjected to a going over to ascertain whether liquid refreshment was bottled on his person, the rookie wonders what provision is made for the necessary fluid with which to bathe and shave. He may not be told so, but he'll find out by an experimental test that water is provided against any evil day. The supply is obtained from fifteen 8 inch driven wells located about three miles from the nearest camp building, with a minimum output of 150 gallons per minute.

A pumping plant delivers the water into a 14 inch wood-stave pipeline 13,200 feet long, extending uphill to four elevated redwood tanks, each with a capacity of 200,000 gallons. Not only a complete water supply system has been conjured into operation, but a sewage system with disposal beds is on the job, designed to handle a maximum flow of ten cubic feet per second.

So it dawns upon the newly enlisted man that he has not been exiled to a Siberian desolation, but has taken his place with thousands of others in a city wondrously wafted overnight from nothingness, a community where every provision is made for his comfort and convenience. And after a week of the Camp Upton life, wholesome, healthful, invigorating and democratic, he drifts around to the Y.M.C.A. outfit in the evening and when the Secretary smilingly inquires how he's getting to like it, he reiterates with an answering smile of full approval- "Some Joint!"


We Have Here at Yaphank


or will have soon a city of 40,000 men, including one tactical division, extra regiment of infantry, training battalion, camp quartermaster, bakery school, remount station handling 11,000 horses, base hospital with 1,000 beds, operating and maintenance departments, rifle range- ice cream, chocolate bars, fresh lemon drops, seegyars and cigarettes, magazines, all the N'Yawk papers-nothing sold after the train leaves.

Two main avenue swing around the camp, giving it a giant horseshoe shape, centered by headquarters hill, a beautiful bungalow site, with perfect drainage.

The officers' quarters are inside the avenue, barracks for the men outside, and on the ultimate fringe stables and wagon sheds. An area one mile deep will be cleared back of each fringe for drill grounds.

The camp includes 17,000-count 'em- 17,000 acres and extends tip to tip, almost from sound to ocean.




Does Bill the Kaiser know that: Joe Clemens, acrobat and contortionist:

Paddy Long, of Hammerstein's and Keiths and other circuits;

George Greenbaum, monologist;

And scores of other men of equal talents are enrolled in the National Army, INCLUDING

Sebastiano Mellilo, who breaks spikes with his teeth?

Every day at Camp Upton these men are learning to "Squads Left," "Squads Right About," &c., preparatory to marching on Berlin.

And of an evening they gather in the Y.M.C.A. huts and do stunts for each other's diversion. Here are just a few of the men in the Three Hundred and Seventh and Three Hundred and Eighth Infantry Regiments who are going to help "Kan the Kaiser!"

First there is Schultz-"the" Schultz-originator of the song, "What's the Matter With Schultz?"

Tom McCormick, Dawn and Wehrier are some dancers, with the accent on the some.

Charles Whiting as a recitationist is he plus ultra. Fred Roth is the composer of the popular war song (not yet released by publisher) "When the Moon is Shining Somewhere in France." (Not to dim the radiance of the sentiment, but if the moon chances to shine on Fred when he is within range of a German sharpshooter he may lose his enthusiasm for moonshine.)

And the Garden Fire House Singers, composed of former members of new York City Police and Fire Departments.

We might mention Charles Lehmann, bass soloist, and Emmanuel Freud, tenor, at greater length, and a long list of musicians, and, by all means, Burns the magician.

But the man who will make the Kaiser worry is Sebastiano Mellilo, who breaks spikes with his teeth.

What price spiked helmets now? When Sebastiano goes over the top and begins to bite off the spikes as they stick up from the Hun's first line trenches, Bill the Kaiser will see the glory of his army departing. Bo Peeps's sheep leaving their tails behind them won't be as crestfallen as Bad Bill's unspiked schrecklichkeiters.

Hooray for Mellilo and all the other vaudeville artists, and long may they wave!


New Items From R Unit.


Much of the finest talent in Camp Upton, fresh from Broadway and the big vaudeville circuits, is centered in this section, comprising the Three Hundred and Fifth, Three Hundred and seventh snd Three Hundred and Eighth Infantry.

The feature bill at the Y.M.C.A., building last week was put on entirely by Company I of the Three Hundred and Fifth, coached by Lieut. Schuyler.

Just across the street, in Capt. Eldrid's barrack, the men have put on several shows, using the mess hall as an auditorium. Three of the men-Privates Wagner, Pincus and Murell-have written several songs since their arrival in Camp. One by Al Wagner is the Camp Upton version of "Goodby Broadway, Hello France."

Many other entertainers of merit are in constant demand, and include songsters, magicians, and clever buck and wing dancers, not to speak of trios and quartets.

Classical pianists, mandolin players, cornetists, banjo and violin experts and drummers have signified their eagerness to get together and musical clubs and bands are now in process of formation.

Harry M. Grinton is the social secretary directing that phase of activity in the  R Unit Y.M.C.A.


Religious. Fathers Burke and Bracken celebrate mass in Y.M.C.A., buildings every Sunday at 7 AM., and the available space is rarely sufficient to house the crowds who attend.

At 10:30 AM. a Protestant service is held, and is very well attended.

In the evening at 7:30 a song service is conducted and heartily participated in by the men.

During the week special Bible classes and prayer meetings and enjoyed by many.

Lindsey Kimball, the Religious Work Secretary in the Y.M.C.A. (R Unit) is prepared for a strenuous campaign in the winter months.


Educational. So great is the need for classes, in English to foreigners that in two barracks the officers and men have organized them.

One such class is conducted in the Y.M.C.A. Building by Private F. Stembler, and Private Weil is pushing the other one.

Lambert K. Peecook, the Educational Secretary in the R Building of the Y.M.C.A., has a faculty of about fifteen experienced instructors in French and English and an enrollment of well over one hundred students, awaiting the final word to begin work. Classes will undoubtedly start early this week.

All courses will be given with the aim to make the men better soldiers and also to help equip them for their return to civil life.

In our faculty are high school, college, evening and private school instructors. A profitable winter is assured the men who will avail themselves of the splendid opportunity to improve their time.

Oct. 4 was a rather general moving day in this unit-a constant parade of men (with all their belongings wrapped up in their blankets) passed the homelike green building which houses the Y.M.C.A., in charge of Arthur B. Hunt.


Physical. This department, in charge of James Gridley, has been supplying the many needs of the men for physical activity.

The demand for athletics greatly exceeds the supply of equipment on hand.

Several of the companies have erected basketball and volleyball courts, and are already conducting intercompany games. The company under Capt. Barret and Lieut. Butterfield is especially active, having an indoor baseball ground, a basketball court, and a platform for boxing. Games with the medicine ball have consumed a great deal of surplus energy, even among men who at first mistook a medicine ball for a soccer ball.

Boxing is especially popular, and bouts have been featured by such men as Guilvey and Young Dixon.

On the whole, men are interested in all branches of athletics and need only sufficient equipment to produce a camp of fine athletes.



By. Brig. Gen. Eli D. Hoyle, Commander Eastern Department.


It has been my privilege and pleasure to observe the wonderful work of the Y.M.C.A., in the Army, both in the United States and in the Philippine Islands, and to note the great good done to our soldiers.

I understand the Y.M.C.A. is now about to make a new venture-that with the approval of the Secretary of War, they will soon begin the publication, in each National Army Cantonment, of a real live Army paper-Soldier's paper- for free distribution among the soldiers. Such a work, if well conducted, will add to the soldiers' pleasure and contentment, increase his interest in his duties and in military life, and develop esprit de corps. I have confidence that the Y.M.C.A. will succeeded in this new field as they have succeeded in so many others. There is growing belief among our people that the National Army is going to be a most representative and valuable part of our war forces, and that the selective draft principle is just and right.




In the words of President Wilson, the task before the American fighting men is to bring about a "Peace based on Justice and Fairness and the Common Right of Mankind."



By Maj. Gen. William P. Duvall, Commander Southeastern Dept.


The invitation of the Y.M.C.A. to address the men of the new army through the columns of its new Army Weekly is to old officer of the old Army a new proposition. To find that he welcomes such an opportunity to speak thus publicly through unofficially to soldiers is to him a new sensation. Everything is new. We live in a new world, and "I thank whatever gods there be" that at three-score-years-and-ten I am young enough to see it and to grasp the new while keeping firm hold of the old essentials of soldiering, which must always remain conservative.

So to the men of the new army I would speak of the new and of the old.

The new is only too visible to them in its material form; the rough and roadless hillsides of their camps, the crude harsh lines of the barracks, the raw lumbar yet to be constructed into housing or strewn about in the chaos of hasty creation. But in its spiritual aspect the new is present there in such volume and power that from these camps, soon to be moulded by its energy, will presently march forth the strength of the Nation- our manhood, trained and disciplined for war.

 The new is theirs. They are of it. The invisible new world lives in their heart and brain, and they will know how to build the future of the Nation guided by the freshly illuminated vision of our old ideals. The future of our country is as dear to us whose work is nearing completion as its past is beloved and cherished with pride, and we would have the new Army know that our hearts are with them and that we confide the future to them with proud confidence.

Of the old in things military, I would say to them, respect it. Let democracy advance, let equality be made real, let social and political freedom break over every obsolete obstruction; but in military discipline, routine, customs, and properties let our sons who are new soldiering seek in each detail its fundamental use before anything is discarded or lightly disregarded. The true soldier, whether an officer of the highest grade or a man in the ranks, finds nothing trivial or unnecessary in the smallest military courtesy of duty. Earnest subjection of the will to discipline, faithfulness in little things, attention to details make the soldier, whether the detail be one affecting smartness of dress and appearance, or the nice care of the mechanism of a machine gun or heavy artillery.

I would say to every man of the new Army: With you rests the honor, success, and happiness of our country; it is to you we look to show the world what Americans can do when their country is in danger.



"Marching Into the Dawn."


A Century and a quarter ago there mustered and marched in France an army of citizen-soldiers- in all things brother-in-arms to the great army now gathering in America.

That army of France was called from the farm, the loom and the factory. it was untrained in military tactics. It was unlearned in the arts of war. The campfire was its cantonment. The wrathful guns were its drill sergeant. The hardened old grenadiers of Prussia, the Hessian hirelings and the Austrian hussars looked with pity and contempt on those raw recruits brought to the slaughter-pen of battle.

But the reverberations of the footsteps of those recruits were the rolling drums of liberty. Here was a new fact in history. Here was a force that kings had not reckoned with and could not control. And when the monarchs of Europe sought to crush that raw army of France, they found it illumined by a spirit that has always been invincible. It was the spirit of nationalism. It was an ideal above all material gains. It was the illimitable possibilities of the new birth of freedom. Thus inspired, that army freed France before Napoleon was known, overthrew Prussia's discipline, with the enthusiasm of youth, and humbled Austria's pride.

When France's citizen-soldiers caught the inextinguishable luminescence that lighted up the whole world, they knew they were the torch-bearers of that radiance. They felt they were warring for democracy, for freedom and for humanity. That was why cold could not chill their ardor nor defeat impair their morale. That was why they were able to bear the hardships, to suffer the privations and to gain the prize of lasting victory. In the light that never failed, through doubt and darkness, uncertainty and suffering, they felt as though they were "always marching into the dawn!"

Over the very ground, up the same heights and through the same forests that the army of Sambre et Meuse swept free of foreign invaders, the soldiers of the American army will bear a like standard of freedom in the spirit of revolutionary France. When our battalions camp on the field where the hosts of oppression were repulsed and defeated by the soldiers of 1793; when our flag leads where more than a century ago the tricolor swept away the eagles of selfish aristocracies; when out of the darkness of his nameless crimes against the bodies of the living and abodes of the dead, the enemy shall be driven by our troops-the faces and the banners of our men will be radiant with the growing light as they march into the dawn. Into the dawn of humanity, into the dawn of democracy, into the dawn of a day when there can come no more the terror of such a war as this; into a dawn the brightness of which will drive from German hearts the lust and brutality that made this war possible-into that dawn American soldiers will march. The world will envy and applaud those in whose hearts and about whose heads will linger forever the glory of that dawn.


Jenial Jottings.

From J2

By General Ord Uhrs


The Men continue to come and go in the "J" section. The casuals report to the depot unit at a barrack designated in each branch of the service, and here they stay until they are assigned to a permanent barrack.


The Seventh Infantry, U/S/A/, is represented here by eight Sergeants, who will be assigned as "top cutters" with different bodies of men.


We hear a lot of talk about tench mortar and machine gun companies, which may interest those fellows who are at present laboring under the delusion that the life and routine of the infantryman consists only of the monotorious "squads right," "squads left," "double time," "left front into line," etc. Many of the newly arrived soldiers are delighted at the opportunity of getting into the branches of the infantry service named.


The Three Hundred and Fifth Ambulance Corps volunteer outfit from Lock Haven, Pa., has moved out to its permanent barracks, singing its war song, "It's a terrible death to die; It's a terrible death to die; It's a terrible death to starve to death; It's a terrible death to die."


The cook ran short the other day and fed them on a light diet for a couple of meals, and they guyed the poor kitchen mechanics to death.


The 305th Field Artillery also has left us, going from J 53 to uncompleted, but permanent, quarters in M21.

We were certainly sorry to see Captain Devereaux and his bunch of real live 'uns go from our midst. Lots of pep to that outfit. They got to work under the direction of their C.O. the first day in camp, and pulled out every root and stump in their company street, making a nice smooth service for formations and for playing indoor ball and soccer.


Captain Devereaux tells a good one on one of his men. The man was from the east side, and over stayed his leave last week-end. Late that night Captain Devereaux received a telephone call from a solicitous parent, who stated that Mawrus was sick and would Mister Captain please send a doctor to see him at once. It isn't on record what the Captain said.


We heard another good one on a man who was feeling the effects of the "shot in the arm," and complained of being sick. "Oy, oy, oy, you can't be seek till to-morrow morning', when seek call sounds, one of his comrades told him.


One of the boys in the 304th F.A. moved a stump several inches when he kicked at a soccer ball in a practice game the other day, and his remarks were rather more forceful than polite.

Battery "B" of this unit is the proud owner of a $375, F.O.B. Detroit Packard, painted yellow like a marmon, with a buzz like a stutz on low.

This machine was purchased with funds raised by popular subscription by member of the battery and their friends.


The boys of Captain Doyle's battery are a particularly keen bunch on basket ball and volley ball. They gave a bad beating to the 305th Ambulance boys, handing them the lacing on their own lot, the other day.

However, it must be said for the ambulance boys that they hardly had a chance to come back, as a Q.M. truck slightly strained the inside of the hall by running over it, and when a new ball was procured from the Y.M.C.A., retreat had sounded.


Orders have come through Division Headquarters to get the ground cleared of stumos and roots, and the manual of arms has been subjected to a few changes at Yaphank for the time being. "Right shoulder,-picks, forward march" and "c-nee, halt, present shovels," being the latest method build them up.


Many of the men who never handled anything heavier that a pen or a cigarette are complaining of blistered hands, but they smile about it, and appreciate the fact that this work will help build them up.


Talking about digging holes, we heard one worthy from the Three Hundred and Fourth dispense a little philosophy yesterday. He was digging a hole for a basket ball standard, and sympathetic $7 a day laborer remarked:


"Ain't it awful in the army, a man having to dig a ditch?"

"No, it ain't, you big hunk of chronic inertia," replied the soldier, who, by the way, had a volunteered for the job, "i'd a durn sight sooner dig a ditch for myself than have one dug for me."


The men are making good use of quolis, medicine balls, boxing gloves and indoor baseball apparatus loaned to them by the Y.M.C.A. Several interesting bouts have taken place in the barracks and the Y.M.C.A. building, but McManus and his side kick, of "The bells are ringing for me and my gal" fame, beat anything we have ever seen in their funny prize fight, and as one of the patrons was heard to remark, "Mac is no slouch with the mitts at that."


The Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery band is pr acting hard, and is coming alog in good shape. The band is only about half complete as yet, but the men are all working hard.


Schrottenbach, a late band leader in the Austrian Navy, and of the Boston Symphony band, and Calvaressi, late of the Italian Army, are the two stars, and Lieut. G. Friedlander is optimistic about the future of his musicians. The band has only practiced twice, but can play technically classical selections, such as "Oh, Where; Oh, Where Has My Little Dog Gone?" and "Oh, Johnny; Oh----"


The post exchanges are now opening, and the boys are very wisely laying a little extra money by for their company mess funds, and the men in the commissary stores are suffering a little trade depression in consequence.


Buy at your own post exchanges, boys, where you get value for your money and the benefit of the profit.


Mr. J.C. Hyman of the Jewish Board of Welfare, Army Work, is a regular visitor at the Y.M.C.A. Building, where he meets the boys of his faith and does great work. He covers an enormous field for one man and it ably assisted by mr. Schwartz.


Plans for Camp Athletic Activity Assuming Proportions Which Promise Something for Everyone.

Intercamp Contests May be Inaugurated With Intersectional Sports for Uptonians-Directing Organization of Officers-Frank Glick, a Princeton Star, is Civilian Aide.


"The value of participation in athletic sports in the development of a sense of group loyalty and of an esprit de corps is generally recognized."

Thus Secretary of War Baker has written Gen. Bell, who is planning a large athletic programme for the men at Camp Upton in their hours off duty.

Gen. Read has been appointed Athletic Officer of the division, and Frank Glick Civilian Aide to Gen. Bell, and will assist in the organization and supervision of athletics.

The Divisional Athletic Council has been appointed as follows:

Chairman, Gen. George W. Read, Lieut. Col. J.J. Boniface, Lieut. Col. T.J. Powers, Lieut. Col. J.C. Rhes, Capt. Henry Kempner, Capt. Scully, Lieut. Marshal Prentiss, B.F. Bryant, Y.M.C.A. Athletic Director, Frank Glick.

Director for Each Company.

A plan of organization has been worked out whereby each regiment is to have an athletic officer, who will appoint the company athletic officers. The latter will be in direct charge of their respective units, supervising the athletic programme and the distribution of athletic material.

Each company later on will have its own athletic box, consisting of baseball, bats, gloves, rugby and association footballs, volleyballs, boxing gloves, quoits, etc.

It is planned to have contests between companies and regiments. The main object of the athletic programme is that the men take full advantage of the possibilities in recreative sports, but competition for divisional championship will be encouraged. As soon as grounds are cleared and playing fields secured games will be scheduled.

B.F. Bryant, the Young Men's Christian Association athletic director, has a corps of capable who are anxious to serve the officers and men in every way possible.

Mr. Bryant is located at the Young Men's Christian Association headquarters. Mr. Glick can be found at division headquarters and the Athletic Council desires that all of the officers and selected men interested in athletics get in touch with him.

Camp Dix has issued a general challenge against any teams organized at Camp Upton and if arrangements can possibly be made the athletic world may soon be enjoying large intercamp games in lace of the heretofore famous intercollegiate contests.


A Mess Call

(Written by a private, to be chaunted, sung or wailed, after the manner of "Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You.")


If you don't like your beans and hardtack.

If you don't like your slumgullion stew,

No matter what you eat,

The table's always neat.

There's no kick-a-comin' from you.


If you don't like your thirty monthly,

If you're sore at the Mess Sergeant too,

Don't holier at the chow that you're eating.

It's Uncle Sam that's feeding you.



(From the Minneapolis Journal.)


The management of a local hotel is considering the removal of the sign in each room which serves to remind the guests that they are to leave nothing in the room when they are leaving.

The sign contains only the one phrase:

"Stop! Have you left anything?"

It proved so forceful to a guest leaving the other night, however, that he left nothing in the room that he could carry away without the aid of a moving van. Linen towels, table covers and even the Gideon Bible were missing next morning, and Ray Boyd, clerk, says the new sign will read:

"Stop! Will you please leave something?"


Twisted A Trifle.

(From the Pittsburgh Chronicle/Telegraph.)


"Is this a genuine antique?" asked the customer suspiciously.

"certainly," replied the dealer, in an offended voice, "it is more that 600 years old."

"That's remarkable," commented the customer, drilly. "It is dated 1912."

But the antique dealer was not to see caught napping.

"Let me see," he said, "Why, so it is! That's the fault of my assistant. He's put the figures on wrongly. It ought to be 1219."


Upton Promises to Drive the Boche From his Lair with Ragtime Melodies

Has Already Earned the Title of "The Singing Camp"-Big League Entertainers From Bronx to Battery Find Yaphank a Musical name to Conjure with-Former Side-Kick of amato Among Enlisted Men-Paino Wizard and Piano Mover Fraternize


Somewhere in Yaphank

Major Gen. Bell's statement that he desired Camp Upton to be known as the "singing camp" bids fair to become a fitting description of the Yaphank Cantonment.

The visitor is impressed with this fact in the most umpromising places. Today, as we were standing near the stockade, or guardhouse, better known as the 'bull-pen," we were amazed at the volume of light-hearted song that rose from the throats of several soldiers, whose spirits refused to be quenched by the barbed wire that held them prisoners in the limited space of the "pen." In the Y.M.C.A. hut, directly opposite, a man at the piano was furnishing accompaniments to any song that the prisoners called for!

Pianists Numerous

One of the favorite diversions in the "Y" huts is chorus singing. Any song that has a popular swing, and if fairly well known will be eagerly taken up and sung "till the lights go out" by the throngs of men in the big buildings. Ragtime pianists stray be found in abundance, and any man with a good voice can win the good graces of the crowd with any type of song. Parodies of popular choruses are in great demand, and are sung with a vim that is surprising after the men have had a hard day's drilling, or a long hike over dust-clouded Upton roads. One of the choruses most often called for is "Goodby, Kaiser Bill," sung to the tune of "The Old Gray mare." it follows:

Uncle Sammy he needs the infantry,

He needs the cavalry, he needs artillery;

Then, by gosh, we'll all go to Germany-

Goodby, Kaiser Bill.


Uncle Sammy he needs the infantry,

He needs the cavalry, he needs artillery;

Then, by gosh, we'll all go to Germany-

Goodby, Kaiser Bill.

Parody on "Tipperary."

Another parody that has become popular is one written to the tune of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary," by one of the associated secretaries.

It's a long way to get to Berlin,

It's a long way to go;

But we'll get there and can the Kaiser,

The surest thing you know,

And the brass bands will all be playing

A Yankee Doodle tune.

it's a long, long way to get to Berlin,

But we'll get there soon.


All Alike in Khaki.

One of the best examples of true democracy possible to find is the homogeneous National Army. An amusing incident but with its measure of pathos, took place when Herman Wasserman, the well known Polish pianist, landed at Camp Upton. He was detraining with his fellow rookies, and in mingling with the throng at the station platform was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by a big, burly Irishman, who, having landed several days before, was already clad in khaki. The Irishman in amazement said; "What. Mr. Wasserman, you here too? Remember? I'm the guy that used to pack and load your piano for you! Well, Well, come along; you're one of us now! Have a cigarette?"


Cheering Them Up.

The spirit of the recruit is well shown by the anxiety manifested by men of special accomplishment to help in making life more pleasant for the homesick rookie by giving special concerts and performances. One of the most striking instances is the offer of David Hichstein, the famous American violinist, of New York City, to give a series of recitals in the Y.M.C.A. huts for the men. Mr. Hochstein has been assigned to the infantry as a bandsman.

He has toured the country with such "big leaguers" as Mary Peterson, Alma Gluck, Pasquale Amato and many other famous artists. He is the owner of a famous Stradivarius, but ruefully stated that he dare risk burning it into camp!

Mr. Hochstein will be assisted in his concert work by Herman Wasserman, who has been assigned to the Mounted Police.

They will give programmes of the same sigh type given by these artists in the great auditoriums of any metropolitan city. There are some advantages in being a rookie at Upton!


Moon Is Shining.

Charles L. Moon of the Three Hundred and Seventh is a vaudeville and cabaret singer of considerable note in New York's leading hotels. He is making a great hit at Upton with his sonorous voice, singing old Irish songs, and the syncopations in vogue in cabaret, circles.


Bevy of Pugs

Followers of the pugilistic world will be interested to see this list of fighters who have joined the colors in Uncle Sam's new army. Frank Klaus, Paul Dixon, Chick McMullen and Theodore Rayne are doing their bit in entertaining the boys with exhibitions.

H. Pappas, a brother of the famous wrestler, George Pappas, in Camp Upton is arranging to give an exhibition match for the Red Cross benefit in the camp. He will give another like exhibition in New Rochelle this month.


Listen to the Oompah! Oompah! of the 306th Field Artillery Band

Not to Mention the 304th Field Artillery Band Which Has Been Meeting Rookies at the Station and Playing Them into Camp.


The Woods are full of them- budding bandsmen who are learning to play the piccolo, the bass horn, the bassoon and all the other instruments that belong in a band. For every regiment in the Seventy-seventh Division wants to have the best band in camp.

Already the Three Hundred and Fourth Field Artillery and the Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery Regiments have their windiammers at work. When the rookies stepped off the train at the station they were met by the Three Hundred and Fourth Field Artillery Band whooping it up with a lot of patriotic and rag time airs. it gave the new men the best sort of a welcome and sent them stepping off to their new home with snap and spirit.

Training for Medal.

Both Bands are training to win the Halloween medal which will be given to the once that can drown out the other on Oct. 30 at the High Jinks planned for that date. Noise won't be the deciding factor. Repertoire and rhythm will count first.

But it is thought that a heavy artillery band ought to be able to play with the loud pedal on, so the band that proves to be the "big noise" will have something in its favor.

The Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery Band did not get its instruments until Oct. 1, Lieut. Friedlander, in command of the band, passed out the horns, &c., to the men who professed that they could play a little. Then he told the men to beat it into the woods and not come back until they could make harmony. For two days the natives round about camp were startled when taking familiar shortcuts through the woods to hear wierd toots and squeaks from the underbrush.

"Home, Sweet Home."

But the "musickers" blew into camp Wednesday morning in time to move with the rest of the regiment to its permanent barracks in Section M. The band got on the ground first and when the other men marched into their new quarters they were greeted by the strains of "Home, Sweet Home."

This band is going to be one of the crack bands of the National Army without doubt. Its temporary leader is Private V. Schrottenbach, formerly a band leader in the Austrian Navy and recently a member of the Metropolitan Opera House orchestra. He also played with the Boston Symphony. Private Colobrese was one of the first string players in a top notch band of the Italian Army, and Private Wakshale, who was drafted out of a Broadway Cabaret, will put the real Broadway ragtime tempo into the Camp Upton Oompah! Oompahs!





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