December 31, 1918



Jobs for Discharged Soldiers Planned by Federal Bureau

Uncle Sam is appreciative of all his soldiers have sacrificed, and will bend every effort to help them secure congenial work- Head of U.S. Employment is at camp.


No man wearing a United States uniform need worry about his future when he returns to civilian life, was the gist of a lecture given to an audience of convalescent overseas soldiers at the Y.M.C.A. auditorium, by Henry Bruere, former Chamberlain of the City of New York and Now Federal Director in the State of New York for the newly organized U.S. Employment Agency.

The U.S. Government is too deeply appreciative of the sacrifice and service of the men in service to discharge soldiers by methods used in the past-"the devil take the hindmost,"- so is fast completing a huge organization that, according to Mr. Bruere, will work just as hard and as assiduously towards reinaugurating men back into industrial life as it did in enlisting them in the Army.

Whether a man be a farmer, lawyer or laborer, or if he remains in service a month or a year, in every city, town and hamlet of the U.S., the Government is arranging to have some representative to personally assist in ferreting out his needs for employment.

Co-operating largely in this work will be all of the camp welfare associations, Y.M.C.A., Y.W.C.A., K of C., J.W.B. and War Camp Community Service, under the direction of the National War Council and Department of Labor. Every secretary and every association building is to be enlisted in furthering this work. In the cities canvasses are being initiated in the various industries and the widest publicity is to be given towards this work. Aside from the personal service to the men, the proper re-establishment of so large a body as our returning armies into our industrial life is an imperative need, and for this reason, too, nothing will be left undone towards replacing every single man in service who needs or wants placing, and in view of the thoroughness and efficiency with which the Government intends handling this problem, the chances are largely in favor of the returned soldier being much better off than ever before.

In the meanwhile, whether you hope to be discharged soon or not, talk the matter over with a welfare worker; or if you have had your physical examination, see Mr. H.H. Keeough, head of the U.S. Employment Service in this camp (Personal Office), and you'll be surprised all he can do for you. In the very near future there will be sub-employment agencies all through the camp. Don't fail to take advantage of them.




Prof. H. Haneishi, Japanese jiujit-zu expert, who is almost an Upton native son, having been here over a year, has left camp. He will teach the lads tricks at Camp Benning, Ga. Prof. Haneishi can claim to have had a large part in training men who have faced the Germans with credit. As an associate of Capt. Allan Smith he helped instruct in the Japanese science the 305th Infantry, men and officers, and his efforts extended to other troops of the 77th Division.




One of the best boxing shows ever seen in camp successfully staged at the Y.M.C.A. auditorium last week by the men of the 42nd Regiment. The "pep" and vigor with which the men of this outfit get into things was reflected in the spirit of the audience, a crowded house, throughout the whole proceedings.

The program was arranged by Lieutenant Shepley, the live athletic officer of the 42nd Regiment, assisted by Mr. C.B. Phettplace, Y.M.C.A. Camp Athletic Secretary, and Jimmy Clark, athletic secretary of Hut 37, in the area of the 42nd. Regiment. It was the greatest athletic night performance seen here since the old 77th Division left camp, and every bout was full of exciting moments, keeping the crowd on its toes all the evening.

The auditorium was filled to capacity half an hour before the show was scheduled to commence, and Lt. Rudolph M. Eckman, with his capable band of accomplished musicians dispensed good music as a preliminary to the bouts. As the participants in the first-bout were announced, every man in the room came to attention.

They took ringside seats, and were acclaimed with a rousing cheer by the men of the 42nd, who showed their appreciation of a commanding officer who is vitally interested in the amusements of his men. The colonel was asked to act as judge of the bouts, and he consented readily, being an expert in matters pugilistic. With the arrival of Ted (Kid) Lewis, Upton's new boxing instructor, who acted as referee for all the bouts, and Captain Booth and Mike Ryan, new athletic directors, who were appointed as assistant judges, the bouts commenced. Lt. Shepley announced the events, and Mike Ryan held the watch.

It was announced by Lt. Shepley before the bouts commenced, that the regimental champions of the last tournament would not compete in these bouts, which were eliminations, giving the winners the right to meet the regimental champions for a decision, the prizes to be the new regimental belts in all weights.

In the first bout Pvt. Sabo, Co. D, met Pvt. Heilferty, Co. F. The first round was slightly in favor of Pvt. Sabo, who used a left jab to advantage, and always came back strong with a counter every time his opponent landed. The second round went to Heilferty, who used some clever footwork. In the third round both boys fought to a standstill, and there was not enough margin between the men for a decision. An extra round was fought, in which Sabo, with a great burst of speed and stamina, finished strong, earning the decision. Both boys weighed 120 lbs.

The second bout in the 120-lb. class was between Pvt. Frawley Co. F, and Pvt. Feeney, Co. E. Frawley was on the aggressive all the way through, and although Feeney was clever and fast on his feet, his fighting was too much of the defensive order. He had a good left, and used it well, but Frawley got in most of the heavy wallops exchanged, which, while they failed to hurt Feeney, gives the decision to his opponent.

The next bout was in the 140-lb. class, and was decided in the first round. Pvt. Scarpalli, Co. F, was the victor, and he made the pace so hot for his rival, Pvt. Antris, Co. A, that the latter was unable to come up for a second round. Scarpalli landed several good body blows with telling effect, in addition to several good hooks to the head.

The next was also a 140-lb. class bout. Corp. Montano, Co. L, met Pvt. Le May, Co. F. The first round was fast and furious, after both men had feinted for the first half of the round without doing much real hitting. Montano started the battle in real earnest by leading with the left to the head, following with a right hook to the jaw, flooring his opponent. Le may came back strong and landed with the left to the body and head, Montano blocking his right and coming back with a shower of blows to the head. Ducking under a right hook, Le May landed with the left to the jaw. Montano's round.

In the second round Montano landed first, and followed his man all over the ring. Le May land some good punched, but lacked the speed of his rival, who sent him down for count with a well-aimed left to the body, followed by a beautiful right hook to the jaw. Le May took the count.

The last bout in this class resulted in a win for Pvt. Salvo, Co. D, who outpointed Pvt. Wallenbeck, Co. F, after a very even battle in the first two rounds. Salvo went away with a rush and outfought his man in the third round.

The battle in the middleweight class was a good one while it lasted. Pvt. Ruocco, Co. G, met Sgt. Havensack, Co. F, knocking him out in the second round. Havensack is a good boxer, but seems to lack the experience of Ruocco, who packs a wicked wallop in either mitt.

In the 156-lb. class, Pvt. Qurion, Co. L, had it all over Pvt. Hall, Co. F. Hall quit in the second round after being outpointed all the way.

Young Merino, who aspires to the world's bantam weight title, boxed with Corp. Dick Loscalzo. Dick showed that as a boxer he makes a first-class cartoonist, but he was boxing with one of the shiftiest boys in the game, and only went on to fill up a vacancy, and Merino showed what a clever boy he is.

Young Eddy, lightweight champion of the Depot Brigade, fought three fast rounds with Leo Birnbaum; welterweight. Eddy showed his usual speed and good judgement in placing his blows, and had the edge on his opponent, who is, however, one of the best boys in camp at his weight.

The program lasted for two hours and a half, and the audience was satisfied with the program.



From Newsboy to Art Editor and Cartoonist


News Correspondent, N.Y.


Horatio Alger, author of boys books, whose works have endeared him to the youth of early school age, could have found material sufficient to build up a great book could he have gone to Camp Upton, N.Y., to interview Corporal Dick Loscalzo, Inf., Art Editor of Trench and Camp, a soldiers' newspaper. Before going to Upton, Corporal Dick resided with his parents at 296 Bergen Street, Brooklyn, N.Y.

As a soldier-cartoonist he was given a year of his valuable time and talent to brighten the hearts of the soldier boys in that cantonment by his timely cartoons and character sketches of the "buddies." Many have since gone abroad to take issue against the Hun and quite a few of his bunkies have made the supreme sacrifice.

Corporal Locaslzo first saw the light of day in a crowded tenement house in the lower East Side of Manhattan Island. He helped keep the wolf from the door by the little mite earned at selling newspapers after school. His pleasing disposition won for him the friendship of merchants and business men in the vicinity of Fourth Avenue and Seventeenth Street. He built up an extensive trade, and the wiseacres who patronized this chap predicted that he would one day be the "Newspaper King of New York."

But while selling papers was bringing him profit and helping his parents, Dick looked forward to a different future. He had a fondness for drawing, and at school his teachers praised his work and exhibited it in the class-room. They suggested that he study art. He was inspired to follow these suggestions and was determined to be a real artist.

Thereafter Dick closed his stand earlier than usual, and without supper he would trudge to a school where the finer points of art were developed. On Sundays he would frequent the public libraries.

At an age when the average boy is just about thinking of quitting school to go to work, Dick had already developed his talents to such an extent that the Haberdasher Magazine of New York gave him a job on application and paid him a neat salary. He work for that publication for four years and then became the official cartoonist of "The Chief," a government weekly. Some of his cartoons have appeared in many other publications, among which are included "Life," "Judge" and "Puck." He was assigned to do a regular double-page cartoon for the "Musical Advance," using some of the best known musical people in the country as subjects.

When Uncle Sam called for men Dick Loscalzo was not found wanting, and he was sent to Camp Upton for training. It happened that one of the officers in camp while perusing his favorite magazine recognized the moniker of Loscalzo under one of the cartoons and wondered if the man who was under his command were related to the cartoonist. An inquiry followed and the officer was amazed to learn that Corporal Loscalzo and Cartoonist Loscalzo were one and the same man.

When a request was made shortly after for a man to cover the art section of the camp newspaper, Corporal Loscalzo was sent for and detailed to help out.



(By a Camp Upton Soldier)


I have served eighteen months as a soldier in this great struggle, and now that it is practically at an end and I am confronted with the realization that I am "going home," I have been doing some very serious thinking about my future. I do not mean merely the business of stepping into a civilian job and making money. I am thinking beyond this, just now. I am trying to consolidate in my mind the many benefits which my service in the Army has gained for me as a man; summing uo the many ways in which I believe my character has been strengthened; how I have secured a stronger hold upon myself, and how I believe that if I set my jaw firmly and resolve to "cash in" on what I have learned as a soldier, I will make a better record for myself as a civilian that I ever would have made without my military training.

Just at this moment I am reflecting back a few years to the time when I was a civilian- at a time when I, like other young men of my age, was consumed with the business of making a living. I was educated. I had fairly good health. I had many good friends. I had a job which paid me enough so that I was getting along fairly well, as the world goes. But as I look back upon that situation now I can see what was lacking. I lacked a certain initiative, a power of will, a "do or die" spirit, and I seemed too satisfied to "mark time" where I was. I knew nothing of the real meaning of the word sacrifice, and I had a number of careless habits which are not uncommon among men in civilian life that were not helping me one bit, and were not causing me to gain an inch in manhood. In fact, to be real frank about it, I was "slipping." You know what I mean.

Then came the war, and its call upon me for sacrifice. My American spirit came to the front and I found myself happy when I first slipped on the O.D. clothes and went forth to learn "squads right." I will never forget the look upon my mothers face when I left home to do my bit against the Hun. I knew that that she was making the real sacrifice. I realized more than ever what I meant to my mother. I realized that I occupy that wonderful exalted position in her heart and mind for which only a mother's love is responsible. And hundreds of times this loved showed itself, stronger and stronger, in the letters she wrote- letters that were divided between love and pride. And then mu furlough home, when mother saw me in my uniform. She fairly bubbled over with that pride and joy which you know about as well as I do. And all of my friends, who were still civilians, congratulated me, told me how healthy and manly I looked, and seemed proud of me too. It seemed that I had stepped into a new life, and was somewhat of a new man.

And now my mind travels into the period covered by my life as a soldier. I have been confronted, constantly, as I have trudged through my daily duties, with the necessity of comparing myself with other men. I have been thrown in with men of all types, men of all characteristics, good men, inferior men, and "medium" men. But always my welfare as a soldier has depended upon how I have "stacked up" with the rest. I have had a chance to sudy men's weaknesses, their strength, and I have had a chance to see where I have excelled and where I have fallen short. I have found that if I worked hard, did my duty, and above all, showed my worth, I was pushed up and not down in the Army. I found that it all depended upon me0 that I had nothing to lean upon as a support. This, naturally, made me cultivate independence, initiative, and a stronger will to do what I made up my mind to do. And I firmly believe that my manhood was broadened out; that I helped my character a lot. In all, I am convinced that the Army has prepared me to fight life's battle in a much better manner that I could have fought without my soldier's experience.

Physically I have improved greatly, and as I have noted with much satisfaction this physical improvement I have gradually grown to despise the little habits of civilian life which wrecked physical strength, and which I could never before look upon with serious concern. The Army has made it impossible to neglect my physical self until now, I take a decided pride in it and always will.

I now regard my old life as just a little bit aimless, trivial, and rather uncertain. I am coming out of the Army in a few days with a lot of confidence in myself. I now have an ideal, and a high one, and I mean to strive toward it. I know i have observed a lot in the army which is conducive to success, and these are the things I mean to remember. I am not going back to the saloon, or the worse places, or any of the old wrecking habits. I am going HOME.

I cannot afford to waste a year and a half of my life. No man can. And if I should revert  back to civilian life now, after this year and a half in the service of the flag, without making the best of what this service has given me, and without "capitalizing" on what I have learned, I would count myself a dismal failure, and the 18 months would be wasted.

I cannot return as a citizen and deliberately begin doing those things which I know are wrong. The Army had pointed out to me very plainly what qualities are necessary for real manhood and success. My months of association with men of the world have given me a clear conception of the kind of man the world respects- the kind that compels respect by reason of his force of character. I have seen that men with will power and determination to do their duty and "play square" are apt to quickly pick up any slack in their rope of ability.

I understand now, a little more earnestly than before, something of the duty which I owe my country. Part of that duty is to be 100 per cent a citizen- a citizen who will be a credit to my family, an asset to my community, and a citizen with enough "stuff" to spell success for myself. I know that all we soldiers are going back home with more or less well earned glory, and we will be warmly welcomed and honored by the people of our communities. This welcome and honor will be ours because the people who give it to us think we deserve it. They now think of us as a big honorable men who have sacrificed ourselves to protect them. I, for one, can see this honor and glory on their part turn quickly to hatred and disgust if we soldiers, when we have returned home, show an utter lack of manhood, self-respect and brains by doing dishonorable things ans by not jumping into our duty as civilians with "both feet." If we go home and lose the honor which is now ours, I say it will be littles less thank rank cowardice on our part, and it will show those people at home that after all our service was not real; that our uniform was covering worthless human material, in short, that we are a sham- not worthy of honor, success, or any desirable thing.




            January 1, 1919, marks the dawn of a new era, not merely of a new year.

The holiday will be the occasion of great festivity. There will be more of the carnival spirit than for many years.

The day afterwards will find the Peace Conference in session at Versailles and the serious work of the new year will begin.

The great issue of the Peace Conference will be the duration of the peace that will be declared-not the amount of indemnities; not the disposition of conquered land; not even the reconstruction of ruined places.

As the world faces the New Year it looks confidently toward a peace splendidly guaranteed, and the day when war shall not be learned any more.

The year that is to come will bring the solution of many pressing problems. In the words of General Pershing, "All have a new conception of duty and honor." With this new conception we face the year feeling that we have progressed; that the days immediately before us will help to

"Ring out the false.

Ring in the true."

We say "Happy New Year" and our thoughts turn to family reunions, to the return of fighting men from France and Flanders. We are confident that it will be A Happy New Year.






I.  The President desires on behalf of the Nation, to express his appreciation of the vitally essential and self-sacrificing service given by officers and men whom military necessity has held and is holding for the performance of duties outside the theater of active operations. Their contribution to military success is no less than that of those who have had opportunity for service at the front. On them developed the creation of the great armies of the Nation and their supply with the equipment and stores indispensable to military operation. Without them, the troops abroad could have accomplished nothing. In many instances their retention on home duty has been due to their exceptional military and administrative efficiency. They have been in readiness for any service which interested of the Government required to perform, and have been cheerful and without thought of self when given duties not in accordance with their own desires. The country holds in grateful appreciation the fundamental service they have rendered in the winning of the war.

II. Subparagraph (c), paragraph 1, General Orders, No. 6, War Department, 1918, as amended by section IV, General Orders, No. 53, War Department, 1918, is further amended by omitting that last six lines and substituting therefor the following:

    A silver chevron of the same pattern and worn in the same manner as the gold chevron by each officer , field clerk, and enlisted man, who has served for six months during the present war outside the theater of operations, and an additional silver chevron for each six months of similar service thereafter. The silver chevron will not be worn by those required to war either the gold or blue war-service chevron.

   Chevrons of the same material and design and similarly placed will be worn on the coat, overcoat, or waist of their prescribed uniform by all other uniformed personnel of the authorized Military Establishment. They will be worn under the same conditions as prescribed for officers, field clerks, and enlisted men.

              (421. 7, A.G.O.)

                                    By Order of the Secretary of War;

                                                            PEYTON C. MARCH,

                                                                        General, Chief of Staff.


      P.C. HARRIS

            The Adjutant General.




The world war has given a solar plexus blow to many things, among others that of prophecy. The hundreds of prognostications as to when the war would end now show that ones guess was as good as another.  Rapheal, Zadkiel, Mme. Thebes and other well known prophets failed in even approximating the date when the war would end, and nearly all prophesied that the Kaiser would not live to see the close of the conflict.

There was really only one astrologer who told the coming of the war to any definite degree, and he was Edward L. Johndro. In a letter printed in the New York Herald in June, 1914, he called attention to ominous signs in the skies regarding Serbia and the Balkans generally, and said that Russia also would be involved. He added, however, that the good position of Venous would indicate that the clouds would be dissipated.

In this connection a New York astrologer explained that it was as yet impossible to predict events with any degree of certainty in world history. In the horoscope of an individual, where the time of birth is correctly known, this is said to be possible.

"In order for any astrologer to predict the end of the war," he said, "the exact time of the birth of every monarch concerned would have to be known; the exact minute when the Kaiser declared war on Russia and the numerous other data concerned. This would be a herculean task, even if the correct time could be obtained. Consequently, in world events it is almost impossible to make predictions of any value.

"However, anybody who knows anything at all about astrology knows that the transiting of Uranus through the airy celestial sign of Aquarius means a seven years' period of upheaval and revolution over the entire world. Uranus, in astrology, is the planet known as the celestial iconoclast. He destroys to build anew, and he topples over many things regarded heretofore as sacred. He is no respecter of persons, and leaves ruin, bitterness and desolation in his wake. But from all this hell and chaos rise a new heaven and a new earth. Uranus was in the sign of France during the French Revolution, and in the sign of the United States during our Civil War. We all know what happend then.


America Made Bullets Faster Than Any Nation Engaged In The War.


One billion .30 caliber Springfield cartridges were turned out by one American munition manufacturer in twelve months! This is the greatest production of small arms ammunition on record, and is one of the main reasons why William Hohenzollern retired as soon as he did.

Figures on such a voluminous output are interesting. Here are a few: Seventy-six cartridges were turned out every SECOND of each working day in one American plant.

A regiment of 3,078 men could be equipped every 41 minutes- or 11 1/2 regiments every working day.

To haul the days output of cartridges 28 five-ton trucks were necessary.

If the cartridges made daily were laid in a single row, end to end, a man on a bicycle would have had to ride at a speed of more that nine miles an hour to keep up with the procession of cartridges.

Fifty-nine tons of copper, 40 tons of lead, 22 tons of zinc, 18 tons of powder and 2 tons of nickel- 141 tons of production- were used daily in making the cartridges.

One billion cartridges, each 3 1/4 inches long, placed end to end would reach 52,000 miles, or in other words, twice around the earth.

By and large, and in the vernacular of the day, we are inclined to say, "some production."



(By. G.A.P.)


Oh, the old Forty-second is here, Bo,

And they've started by making things hum;

Though of late we've been filled with the fear, Bo,

That this peace had put things on the bum,

And we figured the end of the strife, Bo,

Would just knock the camp sports out of gear,

But we're blessed with a new lease of life, Bo,

For the old Forty-second is here!




And they're here with bells on, and all sorts of other musical attachments, including a real band. They also have a colonel who is a strong advocate of all-round sports, and are preparing to make a clean sweep of athletic events this winter. The old Depot Brigade will have to look out for its laurels in boxing and basketball.



With the arrival of Ted (Kid) Lewis at Upton to take up the work of boxing and to instruct the fistic science here to the officers and men, and of Captain John P. Booth, Mike Ryan, and Ted Lewis. It is planned to have a school for athletic instructors with each company represented.




With the arrival of convalescents, the need is felt of a program of reconstructive athletics and recreation, and Lt. Col. Abbott is working on a plan to include all men partially disabled in the game program.




Among other champs, we have one yelept Jesse James Wikerson, the chamption colored checker player of the world. He is at present in the Inland Convalescent Battalion, and challenges any white or colored man in camp to a fight to a finish on the board. The 42nd Regimental checker sharks will address their accptances to sporting editor of Trench and Camp.




There is one boxer at Upton who can claim a clean record in his weight. This is Young Marino, clever bantamweight, of the 49th Co. He has never been defeated in all his battles at Upton, although he has met some good men, outclassing them all.

Marino is 24 years old. He has been fighting since he was 14 years old, and is a legitimate bantamweight, his best weight being from 113 to 116 lbs. In his last forty battles against some of the best bantams in the game, he has won twenty-nine, three by the knock out route, drawn eleven, and lost one on a referee's decision.

He is anxious to meet all the best boys, including Pal Moore, Young Britt, Jack Sharkey, Kidd Williams, Terry martin, Al Shubert, Billy Fitzsimmons and Johnny Ertle, the latter for the Championship of the World in the bantamweight class. He has offered to post a forfeit with the manager Ertle to bind a match for the champtionship.




Sports are going strong at Hut 35, with boxing coming along well and stunt nights booming. Tootsie O'Toole, the clever Boston lad, again was the star of the evening. He boxed Pat Bently, 23rd Co., welterweight, of Weymouth, Mass. Bently was slow, but is a good defensive fight and a hard hitter, and he put up a good fight. Tootsie next mixed it with Butch Freitag, Q.M.C., of Maspeth, L.I. Butch showed speed, and hit hard. He is good at mixing it up and fights a good bout. There were no decisions.

The men are making good use of the punching bag, climbing rope and horizontal ladder bar and basketball court. There are daily periods of practice and exhibitions are being given frequently. Convalescent men are participating as much as their injuries will allow.




Lt. E.A.H. Shepley is the new athletic officer of the 42nd Infantry, and is boosting all-round athletics and sports in the newly arrived out-fit. Under his direction one of the biggest athletic nights of the year was successfully staged last week at the Y.M.C.A. auditorium, and the intercompany athletics in the 42nd area are a credit to the athletic officer.

Lt. Shepley is a good all-round athlete, and is a born organizer of athletic work. At Yale he starred in basketball in 1915-16 and 17, and will make an exceptionally fine coach for a camp basketball team.

Working with the athletic secretaries of Huts 36 and 37, Lt. Shepley has been staging a number of games and stunt nights, and the athletic prospects for the winter in this area are the envy of all other athletic secretaries in camp.

The cooperation of Colonel Latrobe, commanding officer of the 42nd Infantry, is a valuable asset for the athletic life of this organization. Colonel Latrobe is behind the recreational program of his regiment, and is doing all in his power to help Lt. Shepley put across his big program.




Lovers of horse and mule flesh- and there are many of the former if not the latter in Upton- will have rare opportunities to get some atmosphere, and perhaps some animals on Jan. 7 and 10. On those days at 10 o'clock in the morning, auctions are to be conducted at the Remount Depot of condemned horses and mules.

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