November 5, 1917

Vol. 1 No. 5

         November 5, 1917


“Has Anybody Here Seen Hindenburg?”

Drawing – Drawn Expressively for TRENCH AND CAMP BY CESARE


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Private McFarland, Who died of Accident Injuries, Showed That Upton Men Know How to Die

            Two Members of the 204th field artillery will never reach France. Their lives have gone out before opportunity was give them to wear in battle the uniform which they had worn only a few days ago.

            Joe Messina of Battery F was killed instantly in the railroad accident at Upton Terminal. Frank McFarland succumbed several days later to injuries received in the smash-up.

            He bore the suffering with a patience whose fineness is a wonderful commentary on the stuff composing this new and as yet untried army. It was given to him to play a hero’s part before he died, even though he could not display the temper of his manhood in battle. He was jammed under the wheels of one of the cars and when extricated told his rescuers not to mind him but to see whether his sweetheart was safe. She had come in on the excursion train to spend visitor’s day with him.

            The men of the 204th will carry with them overseas the memory of their departed comrads for so short a while. He was an Amherst College man and had won an unusual number of friends during his brief period in camp, often entertaining at the piano in one of the Y.M.C.A. huts.

            Messina’s death was especially sad, as his brother tony had come to spend the afternoon with him and identified his body.

                        Official Report Issued.

            The following official report was issued by Capt. J.S.S. Richardson, O.R.C., Division Intelligence Officer, after the incident:

            “By direction of Gen. Bell, an investigation is being made by the military authorities into the circumstances of the distressing accident at Camp Upton Terminal. Until that investigation is complete no statement can be made concerning the cause of the accident or the responsibility for it. Lieut. Henry S. Sterns, who was in command of the military police detail at the terminal when the accident occurred, reported that an empty passenger train backed into a chain of stalled freight cars which stood at the extremity of Track 4. The impact forced the freight cars into sudden motion, and at the end one smashed through a buffer block and clear across the passageway, which at the time was thronged with people, most of whom had just left a passenger train that arrived a few moments before on Track 2. One soldier was killed, three were seriously injured, and nine others were hurt badly enough to require attention at the base hospital. Another soldier was slightly hurt, but did not require attention at the hospital.

            “Lieut. Sterns restored order among many of the women passengers, who became alarmed, and cleared the station promptly of all other passengers. Ambulances carried the injured to the hospital as rapidly as they could be extricated from beneath the trucks of the car, which had to be overturned in order to get one of the men out. As far as can be ascertained the work of transporting the wounded to the hospital was executed with promptness and dispatch.”

                        List of Injured Soldiers.

            Below is a list of the injured soldiers:

  • William Barasch, private, C Company, 35th Machine Gun Battalion, 29 years old; lacerations
  • Abraham Bergman, private, 7th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 24 years old; general contusions
  • Rudolph Freyer, private, G Company, 32nd Ammunition Train, 25 years old; lacerated left foot
  • Abraham Gaber, private, Battery C, 306th Field Artillery Train, 26 years old; shoulder dislocated
  • Joseph E. Kasner, private, Machine Gun Company, 308th Infantry, 25 years old; dislocated wrist
  • Vincent Lacava, private, C Company, 302nd Engineers, 28 years old; shock
  • Charles W. Miller, private, Battery A, 305th Field Artillery, 26 years old; dislocation of right collar bone; right ear lacerated
  • Max Rosenblat, private, 25th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 25 years old; shock
  • Morris Sappier, private, Battery C, 304th Field Artillery, 29 years old; slight contusion of right leg.
  • Morris Schildhaus, private, C Company, 305th Machine Gun Battalion, 30 years old; contusion of ankle.



Woman Who Visit Enlisted Men at Upton to Have “All the Comforts of Home”

            Yaphank will soon come under the motherly wing of the Young Women’s Christian Association, which plans to have in operation as soon as possible three hostess houses in camp for the feminine visitors of enlisted men.

            Four million dollars is being raised as a war fund by the Y.W.C.A. to promote welfare work among the women and girls of the United States, and the allies, and $900,000 will used in building the hostess houses such as will be erected here. There will be three of them at Camp Upton, two for white women visiting the camp and one for colored. To these commodious houses a soldier may take his charming visitor and assure her of the cheerful atmosphere and homelike surroundings which the Y.W.C.A. always creates.

            The first of these centres to open is open is the one at Third Avenue and Sixth Street, opposite the tent which for six weeks has been operated by the Y.W.C.A. as a gathering place for relatives and friends of enlisted men. In the near future the other two will begin activities, one at Fourth Avenue and 15th Street, and another at Second Avenue and 11th street colored.



The Other Fellow

(By Eugene GreenHut, 23rd Company, 152nd Depot Bridgade


I am in impressionist. You are an impressionist. Mostly all of us are impressionist. That’s why

     you and I and the crowd will get along well together.

To be impressionable one has only to be human. If you are not human, I pity you because you will

     be misunderstood and therefore unhappy!    You!    No.    Well, neither does the other fellow.

Few of us are willing to admit the equality of the other fellow. Oh yes, he’s alright but-

And therein lies the story.

When I first came to camps and was assigned to Casual Barracks I heard around me many

     comments in criticism of “The Crowd”

“Some Bunch”

“Good night! What a mob!”

And so on.

Each man felt he had been thrown in with many who were ‘way beneath his level of intelligence,

     education, and position, both social and financial. Few stopped to think that the other fellow was

     thinking the same thoughts.

            Purposely I mingled with all and-well. I’m glad to be here. They are “some bunch”. I’m proud to be one of them. It’s cured all the snobbishness in me.

            All they need is a little warming up to. Just a cheery word here and there.

            That other fellow across the aisle. What of him? You are lonesome. So is he. You are homesick. So is he. You gave good home, friends, a swell job, ambitions and a future. So did he.

            Well, what’s the answer?

            Be human. Look out a little for his welfare. Cheer him up a little when he needs it.

            Help him as much as you can, when you can.


            Because YOU’LL be happier!

            You don’t think so?

            Try it!


Gen. Bell Salutes Trench and Camp

            I have examined with interest copies of Trench and Camp, the weekly paper which is being published by the National War Work Council, Young Men’s Christian Association, with the generous co-operations of various daily newspapers, and am glad to express appreciation of the patriotic service which it is endeavoring to render.

            It is a source of gratification to think of the various organizations which are offering their help which is inspiriting the soldiers of our new army, and among them the Young Men’s Christian Association certainly deserves to take a high place.

            The new venture of that organization—the issuing of a soldier’s newspaper in all the thirty-two cantonments, with half its pages devoted to the news of intimate and peculiar interest to each camp and half of a general character—has large potentialities of good. Trench and Camp is purely patriotic, I understand, and in no sense commercial, the contributions being offered gratis and the distribution among the men free. It deserves the co-operative interest of every man in Camp Upton, and I earnestly bespeak for it all the help and encouragement which can be found here.

                                                                                                J. F. BELL,

Major General, In Command Seventy-seventh Division, National Army, Camp Upton, New York



1,528 Brings That Many Empty Stomachs and Drenched Skins to Military Service

            With spirits unquenched even by te ran and storm, which, on the day of their arrival, set a new record for dismal Upton weather, the first quota of colored troops have arrived in camp. They have begun to familiarize themselves with one—two—three—four and the regulation mess kit. This first quota was composed of 1,528 selected men. There was precisely exactly that number of empty stomachs and soaked skins when the march from the camp terminal to Section J, where the contingent will be quartered, was complete. Internal application of food and coffee in startling quantities drove away one of these physical discomforts, however, and the barrack stoves helped in the drying-out process.

            Not once did the good nature of these rookies flag, however, all the varieties of expression were given to General Good Feeling, an officer in the colored outfit who bids fair to assume even greater prominence than he took on the first day. At the Y.M.C.A Second Avenue and 11th Street, which will be hence forth by the negroes, the piano was the centre of a rollicking group until stalwart Secretary Seldon, former teammate of Tad Jones on the Exeter football eleven, sent his new charges off to bed.

            These men are the first of the 5,000 who will be trained in this cantonment for the 367th Infantry and 351st Machine Gun Battalion, Both commands will be included in the 184th Brigade and will be fighting units of the 92d Division. The infantry regiment will be in command on Col. James A. Moss.



Sergeant Delphini, Leader, Organizes Windjammers From Far and Near Into Bang-up “Oompah” Outfit

            Upton has developed a very acute case of “Bandelero.” Perhaps it should be called “oompah-it is.” Anyway, it’s a very pleasing sort of disease to have around. Its symptoms are brass in quality and quite alarming in expression. Mention has been made at various times to Trench and Camp of band activity here, and it is the purpose of the director to have a writeup each week of one of the bands. This has to do with the 304th Field Artillery outfit, the first one organized.

            The inclination is deep within every member’s bosom to make it the best windjammering aggregation in the cantonment, and the ability is on tap to carry out the inclination. Sergt. Delphini, the accomplished leader, is capable of holding his musickers in the lead.

            The personnel of the band includes names known from Oyster Bay to Puerto Rico, among which are the following: Al Hilton-Smith, cornet soloist, formerly of the Metropolitan Opera Company and the 71st Regiment Band, New York; Oscar Stange, soloist of the Dumhelt Band, Ridgewood, Brooklyn; William Wendell, cornet soloist, Battleship Florida; Phil Lentz, cornet soloist, Brownsville Band; Virdin Hickman, first cornetist of the 13th Regiment Band; Charles Altenburge, BB Bass, formerly leader of the famous East New York Submarine Band.

            William Simonson, first cornet of the Westbury Band, Max Dreyblatt, clarinet soloist of the Spooner Theatre, New York, Thomas Kras, clarinet of the Polish Union of Brooklyn, Leonard C. Wright, clarinet of the Oyster Bay Band; Carmel G. Lombardi; clarinet of the New York Symphony Orchestra; William Moran, trombone of the Oyster Bay Band; Steve Dublyk, trombone of the 35th Regiment Band; James Jerman, trombone of the Olympic Theatre; Joseph Hogg, E Flat alto of the Mecca Temple Band, New York; Frank Godoy, E Flat alto of the Barr-n Band of Porto Rico; John Zubko, - Flat also of the Citizens’ Band of --enmaugh, PA; Arthur French, E flat alto of Mullen’s Band, New York; Phillip DeMarco, baritone vellirio, N.B. Pezuller Band, Yonkers; Edgar Dukes, baritone Southampton  Band, L.I.; Harold Breese, saxophone, 29th Regiment Band, New York; Thomas A. Smith, saxophone, 1st Maryland Infantry Band; Albert Eisenburg, E Flat tube of Joe Harris Band, New York; Andrew Hahan, base drum of Henderson’s Band, Coney Island; Hank Marshall, drummer of New York  Fireman’s Band; Harry Plaseusky, jass drummer of the Spooner Theatre, New York.

            Spare the time to come and hear them at the 14th Street and Second Avenue Y.M.C.A. in the near future, as they will be at their best.



            That little “racket” YOU had in Your barracks—did an account of it get into Trench and Camp? If it didn’t, whose fault is it? Trench and Camp will cheerfully take the blame. It would lots rather take the account of your shindig, though, and color it up for consumption by you, your friends and fellow-soldiers. Don’t be exclusive with the “parties” you enjoy. Pass the word along to the rest of the Uptonites. They may be prompted to go and di likewise. If you have no newswriter in your outfit, give the details—in all their fullness—to the Trench and Camp man in the nearest Y.M.C.A. hut. He’ll see that the facts are woven into readable form. And you’ll be surprised how much the co-operation you put into Trench and Camp will lighten the soldiering routine, make life at Upton brighter and help the fols at home understand how you’re living. For, of course, you send every copy of Trench and Camp to them!



            Bryon Reiss of Manhattan, formerly a driver of the American Ambulance Corps, at the request of Lieut. Thomas, Battery E, 306th Field Artillery, has come to Upton to begin a series of lectures on the use of the gas mask,


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Officers Entertained With Buller Repast, Vandeville and Boxing—Guests of Honor Make Speeches

            All previous amateur and professional records for “barrack parties” were smashed by the men of the 302nd Field Signal Battalion, when they had as their guests the officers of the corps at the entertainment and banquet.

            The Signal outfit has developed a family spirit among its member which is the most sought-after variety of espirit de corps, and the racket was a family gathering, making the splitting up of companies.

                        Weiss and Eihoff Did It.

            Nat H. Weiss, Company C and Phil L Eihoff, Company B engineered the affair and their comrades passed them deserved congratulations on its success which was largely due to their untiring efforts. Weiss was an able announcer, besides, and Eihoff proved vessatile by rendering “The Shooting of Dan McGrew,” by Robert W. Service.

            The centre of the barrack room downstairs was roped off with a lariat which cost the backers of the performance much tearful effort to obtain and the large audience, including officers and several invited guests, among whom were a number of newspapermen, sent up approval of every number from points of vantage—cots, benches, chairs and other positions. Three boxing bouts, each having a trio of rounds, produced some exhibitions of spice and ginger. The bouts were all declared draws and were participated in by the following: George Curtis, Company B, vs. R. Raphael, Company A; Tony Perrone, Company C, vs, Harry Fredericks, Company C; “Butch” Bartalucci, Company A, vs. “Slim” Cotrell, Company C.

                        Mess-Sergeant Veteran of Marne.

            One of the evening’s features was a short talk by Mess Sergt. F. Combes, for ten months a member of the 3rd French Chausseurs. Sergt. Combes served in the Blue Devils under the famous Fabri, Lieutenant Colonet, who, with Marshal Joffre, was a member of the French Mission to this country. He was in the Battle of the Marne, being engaged in the vicinity of Seannes.

            Combes was gassed and suffered a broken arm and smashed shoulder. He is extremely popular with his new mates in the Signal Battalion and their questions, following his remarks, were interesting. A great deal of concern was evinced in the prospects for “chow” when the trenches are reached. Sergt. Combes satisfied them that they would be taken care of.

                        Big “Eats” and Officers’ Speeches.

            The other number on the programme were: Songs and piano numbers by Private E, Jones, Company B; ukulele and mandolin duets by Private Gordon, Company B, and Private Miller, Company C, and Hawaiian-and-otherwise songs by the former; recitation, “Gunha Din,” Private O’Mara, Company A; recitation “Habitant,” Private Nelson, Sanitary Train; Private Ferrara, 152nd Depot Brigade, and his dog Prince in “Travels around the United States;” and Private Larue, famous for his “one-two-three-four-Sh,” in a bull story.

            Mess call was sounded, following the programme, but not for the usual purpose of consuming “slum.” Instead a Signal Corps repast that would shame Sherry’s was provided in the mess hall. Among the items on the menu were fritters, fruit, salad, cottage pudding, ice cream, coffee and cigarettes.

            The following officers who were guests of honor, made brief speeches; Captain C.M. Millken, Captain S.H. Lawson, Lieutenant C.C. Rickelboff, Lieutenant John Warren, Lieutenant J.W. Kirkpatrick, Lieutenant Matthew Hammond, Lieutenant Frederick A Modes,. All of the speeches “went big.” George L. Moore of the Y.M.C.A. was a guest and brought greetings.



            Private Curran, of the 28th Company, 152nd Depot Brigade, was having his first experience of that enviable detail known in the vernacular as K.P.

            “Take those potatoes out of the soup kettle,” the mess sergeant directed, indicating a big metal vessel used for boiling up soup, and having a faucet to strain off the soups.

            “How’ll I get them out,” George asked, and on being told to get them through the faucet, he turned on the faucet, and stood waiting for the potatoes to come through. On being kidded about this he told the boys he thought that was an arrangement for making mashed potatoes.

            The other day it rained heavily, and at dinner the boys were making conjectures as to the programme of work for the afternoon. Private Curran intimated that the company was scheduled for a hike, and one of the boys began to kick immediately. “Hike, nuthin,” he said. “We would be up to our knees in water.”

            “Well,” returned Private Curran, “what are you goin’ to do when you get over in the trenches? You’ll be up to your neck in water then, and if you stick your head out you’ll get it shot off, and if you stick in it you’ll get drowned.”



            Reports which Uptonites have brought from Riverhead indicate general advance on all fronts, with a number of miles of trenches captured. The victories are non-military, how-ever, but are noteworthy. The have been gained over the civilian population in the town adjacent and were accomplished with the aid of fair allies—ah, so fair in fact.

            These social triumphs are the talk of a certain section on camp, moe particularly in Company B, 306th Infantry. A picked detail of terpsichorean experts from that outfit made such a complete capture when they appeared in their uniforms for the occasion that all civilians were barred from the auditorium. Among those present were Sergt. Fowler, Privates Nat Wasserman, Herb Wolgin, Ed Fauer, Henry Stubenvoll, Louis Weiss, J.M. McConnell, A.J. Higgins and Fred Baer. They are instructing their comrades in the Manual of Arms—and the Woman.



            Although the first show of the Machine Gun Company, 307th Infantry, took place in the mess hall of the Barracks, P56, some nights ago, the 500 officers and men who were present on that successful occasion have not stopped talking about it.

            Herman Cohen, who engineered the affair, and who is better known to followers of the legitimate stage as “The Yodeling Yid,” to which hadveen added for obvious reasons “of Yaphank,” has been actually besieged with requests since the first show to put on another of the same high class character.

            The reason why the Machine Gun Company show has been pretty generally regarded as among the best, performance yet see at Camp Upton is that the stars who appeared at the previous efforts of other companies were skillfully selected for the attempt. No one will question that the 77th Division is rich in theatrical talent, and the cream of the assortment of stars showed their turns for the amusement and entertainment of the Machine Gun Company and their friends, In addition to this there were several performers who heretofore had not been seen in camp entertainment.

            At the present time considerable interest in being manifested in the Regimental Minstrel Show which is being organized under the direction of Lieut. Ernest A, Butterfield, 307th Infantry; Captain George W. Hubbel, commanding the Machine Gun Company, has appointed Herman Cohen, Chairman of the Entertainment Committee, for the purpose of selecting candidates for the big show.

            Many of the performers who gained much applause Thursday evening are connected with the Machine Gun Company, 307th, and their chances of being selected to show their ability before a New York audience are very good.

            The Camp Upton Quartet, consisting of Ben Baker, Company K, 307th Infantry; William Reedy, Company K, 308th Infantry, and Harry Solomons, Company I, 306th Infantry, received what particularly amounted to an ovation by their rendition of a song, the burden of which was that the American soldier boys would hang the Kaiser to one of the numerous trees along the Unter den Linden Boulevard.

            Herman Cohen, who acted as Chairman of the evening, to to speak, was forced, as a result of continued applause, to wind up the show by singing “The Spanish Onion, Balos.” And his own interpretation of the yodel son, “Sleep, Baby, Sleep.” Each one of these made a fine hit and formed a fitting climax to a very successful programme.


Song Before Work Has Wonderful Tonic Influence on Upton’s Melodies Soldiery

Max Weinstein Is Drawing Vocal Wonders From Throats of Men – Sing by Groups – Transformation ad Joy-Creation Remarkable.

            If music had charms to sooth the oft-mentioned savage breasts, as a bard once sung or recited, it also has marvelous power to transform soldiering. So the work of Max Weinstein, assistant to Harry Barnhart of the New York Community College Chorus, who is training Upton’s fighting men in chorus singing, demonstrates. Me. Weinstein’s accomplishments with the groups he has thus far come in contact have astounded officers and blessed men with a tonic which goes a long way in the day’s routine. He is here to help the men sing themselves into their work and anyone who has seen the expressions on the faces of the rookies who’ve had a few minutes of vocalizing under his leadership have been surprised at the success attained.

                        Works by Battalions.

            He is working by battalions, and the singing is all done in the open air, in the regimental area. Just before inaugurating the day’s drill, the men gather about this enthusiastic, black-haired musical dynamo and at his bidding open their throats on “Over There,” or some such popular melody. They sing it, they chant it, harmonize it, whittle it, mark time to it, and by the time they have swung along in its rhythm for several minutes or so there is a new spirit in their faces, a new joy and eagerness.

            “My Old Kentucky Home” is perhaps the next selection. Softly and plaint of the old classic from the olive drab. The boys hum it. They get the soft strains wove into the very texture of their live and carry it away in their hearts. Then they launch into “Pack Your Troubles Into Your Old Kit-Bag” and rollick through the song which has soldiers everywhere singing the gloom-dispelling strains. A patriotic song is chosen, and it is a whole college course in patriotism to hear the mean sing “American” under Mr. Weinstein’s direction. One officer remarked, after hearing the boys of Company H, 306th Infantry, Mr. Weinstein’s first pupils, render it, that he would hardly have recognized the song., if it hadn’t been announced. And then the men march off, singing, their expressions alight with new fire and vigor. Every day, Mr. Weinstein tackles a different group and all the soldiers of camp are to come under his tutelage in time. The concrete results of his work will be demonstrated in the Wednesday evening community songs, which Mr. Barnhart’s is the lead.

            A book of seventy songs published by the War Department Recreation Committee will be here soon to aid in the work. Besides that selections mentioned, above, some of the songs in Upton’s community chorus repertoire will be: “Nancy Lee,” “Auid Lange Syne,” “Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean,” “Nearer, My God, In Thee,” “Tenting on the Old Camp Ground,” “Keep the Home Fires Burning,” “Annie Laurie,” “Dixie,” “Old Black Joe,” “How Can I Leave Thee,” “The Hymn of Free Russia,” “When Johnny Comes Marching Home,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” “Perfect Day.”

                        Song in the Air

            A song which Mr. Weinstein has declared one of the finest melodies he has ever heard is the one which Private Rath, 1st Battalion, 306th Infantry, has to his credit.  “When the Moon is Shining Somewhere in France” is the title of the number, which is to be the regimental song. It is dedicated to Col. Vidmer, and is now the hands of a publisher.

            Trench and Camp hopes to be allowed the privilege of using it soon and congratulates its composer on the merits of his effort. Other regimental songs, it is learned from the highest musical circles, in G-sharp, will soon appear, and this publication promises a prize for the best one, and also for the best Camp Upton song.

                        Toothpick Factory Here

            It’s hard for an enlisted man here to get entirely away from the trade or profession he followed before donning olive drab, as use is made of every talent a fellow has

            Very few, though, employ their former business training quite as does Robert E. Siskind, Company D, 305th Infantry. He has been in the lumber business Now he passes his spare time making toothpicks for his pals, since they are not on Uncle Sam’s mess list.


Storm Extinguishes Fire Under Political Pot at Camp Upton.

Whereupon That Well Known and Justly Popular Vessel Ceases to Boil for a Time

            Political campaigning here is the sort of work that tries men’s souls. So assert the representatives of the Fusionist and Democratic Parties who halted their caravans on the Long Island plains and covered the landscape with a blanket of cardboard during the strenuous days.

            Ever since these tents made their appearance the weather had produced every variety of wind-storm and blow known to meteorologist After the big typhoon of last week, it seemed as if the elements were dead against candidates of whatever persuasion.

            The Fusionist outpost of the Third Avenue and 10th Street was torn to shreds. It looked as if severe shell fire had raked it crosswise. Troubles of another besest the Democratic wigwam on Upton Boulevard, and when Edward W. Burkley arrived next morning after a twenty-mile drive from his evacuation base he found it under a foot of water.

            The Fusionist up on Third Avenue, captained by Jacob Levine, saw the storm through and were able to restore things after the wreck a trifle more quickly than the Democratic outfit.

            Rallies to boost the various candidates have shared interest with football and army routine during the days past and each party has had its big guns drawn up for the campaign here. Nor can the ladies be forgotten. They have brought the swish of skirts into political issues with variety welcome to the recruit. Uptonites are strong for the women.

            Because of the late arrive of the last recruits, the data of voting for the 77th Division was changed from Saturday, Nov. 3, to Tuesday, Nov 6. This change in date softened somewhat for the campaign managers the rigors of storm and wind, as it allowed time for more big meetings.





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            With so many thousands of men unfamiliar with military ceremonies and courtesies now in the service, the question of salutes has been discussed probably more of late than at any other time in the country’s history.

            A misconception of the purpose and value of the exchange of salutes between officers and mean may be pardoned in the cases of civilians, but a single day’s military training should convince the recruit that recognizing his superior officer and being recognized by the latter constitutes one of the cardinal principles of “good soldering”.

            Every soldier in the regular army, National Guard, National Army and Reserve Corps shouls take a pride in saluting officers, who are required by regulations to return the salutes There have been many instances in which soldiers have actually bragged about having passed an officer with-out saluting him, whereas the best military authorities agree that it is something of which to be ashamed. To omit the prescribed salute is not only to disregard regulations but to openly manifest a disrespect for the uniform and insignia of authority.

            And there are just about as many kinds of salutes as there are men. The manner in which one officer salutes another, or an enlisted man salutes an officer, indicates more clearly than anything else could just what kind of soldier the saluter is. If his salute is smart, snappy, clean-cut and business-like, you won’t be far wrong in estimating him to be a good soldier. By the same token, if the salute is “sloppy,” slow and begrudgingly or perfunctorily given, the man who makes it is pretty apt to be that kind of a soldier.

            A man in civil life always exchanges a “How do you do?” “Good Morning,” or something of that kind with the proprietor of the store, foreman of the shop, or superintendent of the business establishment in which he works. Then why not the same greeting by a movement of the hand between soldier and officer?

            There isn’t any excuse for the failure of an officer to salute his superior of for an enlisted man to fail to salute an officer. It is either carelessness or insubordination neither of which makes for a winning army. Officers should insist upon the rigid enforcement of the salute regulation and every man should be eager to comply with its provision.

            The matter of salutes would seem to be a small affair, but it is not. If a soldier has not learned to salute his superior officers he has not learned the A B C of soldering.

            One of the busiest men in the world today, General Pershing, regarded the matter of salutes of such importance as to cable the following from France to the War Department:

            “Salutes should be rendered by both officers and men with special emphasis upon the rigid position of soldiers when saluting and when at attention. A prompt military salute is often misunderstood by our people, but it simply means and emphasizes an aggressive attitude of body and mind that marks the true soldier. The loyalty, readiness and alertness indicated by the strictest adherence to this principle will immensely increase the pride and the fighting spirit of our troops The slovenly, unmilitary, careless habits that have grown up in peace times in out army are seriously detrimental to the aggressive attitude that must prevail from the highest to the lowest in our forces. The strict methods used at West Point in training new cadets in these elementary principles have given Academy its superior excellence. These methods should be applied rigorously and completely to the forces we are now training.”


What Do You Do When Bands Play National Anthem?


            “For the information and guidance of all concerned,” to employ the chaste and classic language of General Orders, an announcement recently issues by the War Department regarding the custom to be observed by officers and men when the national anthem is played, follows”

            “Attention has been called to instances of misunderstanding with regard to the form of respect to be paid by army men to the national anthem, when played in theatres and other public places. The War Department calls attention to the regulation which provides that during the playing of the national anthem, officers and enlisted men in uniform, when uncovered, stand at attention with-out saluting.”

            The army regulations of August 10 last deal with the subject in this language:

            “Whenever the national anthem is played at any place when persons belonging to the military services are present, all officers and enlisted men not in uniform shall stand at attention facing toward the music (except at retreat, when they shall face the flag). If in uniform, covered they shall salute at the first note of the anthem, retaining the position of salute at the first note of the anthem. If not in uniform and covered, they shall uncover at the first note of the anthem, holding the headdress opposite the left shoulder, and so remain until its close, except that in inclement weather the headdress may be held slightly raised.

            “The same rules apply when ‘to the color’ or ‘to the standard’ is sounded as when the national anthem is played.

            “When played by an army band, the national anthem shall be played through without repetition of any part not required to make it complete.

            “The same marks of respect prescribed for observance during the playing of the national anthem of the United States shall be shown toward the national anthem of any other country when played upon official occasions.”


Overseas Forces Ready For Command “Forward”

            New of the participation of American fighting men in battles along the western front would not be surprising any day, now that Secretary Baker has officially announced that Uncle Sam’s troops in France “are in splendid physical condition and efficient fighting trim.”

            When the boys in khaki get that way all they need is the word “Forward!”

            The whole world has been waiting to learn how the American soldiers acquit themselves in their initial engagement against the Germans. It goes without saying that the splendid troops sent “Over There” in the first expeditionary force have been thoroughly trained to bear the Boche at his own game and will make France and Belgium entirely too unhealthy for Teutons.

            That there will be no let-up in the Allies’ battering against the German forces during the winter  months and that the American troops will participate in the cold weather fighting was indicated by Secretary Baker when he said: “It is not anticipated that the Allies will go into winter quarters this year.”

                        SPEED NECESSARY

            “Do you think the time is coming when the government will commandeer all privately owned automobiles?”

            “I don’t know,” replied the melancholy motorist, “but if the government wants to bear the sheriff to mine it will have to hurry.”





            He is the quiet chap you might overlook, if you’re not seeking him. He sits in unobstrusive corners of the Y.M.C.A. hut, reading and smoking thoughtfully. Or you’ll find him within easy ear range of the Victrola, drinking in eagerly the strains of music, especially those that have refinement of melody and perfection of nuance. This rookie loves music, but never offers himself as an entertainer.

            He talks seldom, and when he does it is with a shy self-effacement. He dislikes attention and shuns prominence. In fact, his reticence is such that at mess he never jostles, and accepts the food issued o him without even a growl of discontent.

            Perhaps you’ve pitied him, and wondered how such a spineless boob can ever be made into a soldier. Don’t be too hasty in judging this fellow, though. Lead him into a conversation. He’ll easily hold up his end of it, after he’s started. He may teach you something, strange and impossible as it may seem!

            And if you get a chance, watch him drill. Notice his vigorously careful execution of orders. Observe how thoroughly he performs each movement. His mind isn’t following the sirens of melody now. It is on his work, all of it, every segment of it concentrated.

            When drill is over he remembers the lessons, but forgets any petty unpleasantness which might have arisen. He is silent when the little group in his barracks is panning every one and everything in the camp.

            Occasionally he flashes fire, though, and comes out flat-footed for some issue such as cleaner speech or cleaner conduct. He doesn’t mince nor mutter. He talks up, when he does talk, like a man, and a soldier. And he can hit harder and straighter in a boxing bout than any man in his company.

            Look around for him and get acquainted. He is the quiet chap you might overlook if you’re not seeking him.


The Peacemakers


Met Ezry today—I guess

It must be two years, more or less,

Sence Ez an’ me fell out. By jing,

Sometimes a little, durn fool thing

Jist aggrevates a feller so

He gits het up an’ round. I know

It ain’s all Ezry’s fault—an’ he

Don’t low to blame it all on me.


But Ez is stubborn when he’s hot,

An’—well, I guess I’m sort o’ sot.

When I git riled; I know I says,

Says I, when we fell out to Ez;

“Jist pass me bym an’ don’t you see

Me when you look.” An’ Ez, says he,

“Yut bet I will,” kist like some kid.

An’ kep’ his word—you bet he did.


Well, it must be two years ago,

That was—an’ sometimes I’d walk


A’goin into church—not hey

Up like I was—I hoped he’d get

Down off his big high hoss an’come,

Half-way with me; but no, by gum,

He jist walked by with that durn


Of his, as if I wasn’t there.



An’ them I’d get het up again

When Ez ‘ed pass me by; an’ when

He’d walk by slow sometimes, I


He’d like to stop ‘longside the road

An’ holler “Howdy”; but I says

To me, says I; “No, Mister Ez

Jist have it out, Ol’ Stubborness.

I’ll Stand it long as you, I guess.”


Well, you know things is changing’


Sence we’re in war times, first an’


Lem Hawkins’ boy ain’t in th’ store,

A-clerkin for his dad no more;

Th’ barber’s gone, an’ that pert clerk

From Milledgeville, that used to work

In Emery Botts’ hotel, that’s daft

On Emery’s girl—he’s in the draft.


An’ Jim—my boy—well, that’s all


As ong as some boys have to fight,

I’m sort o’ glad Jim’s one—although,

By jing, I hate to see him go—

His mother takes on so. An ‘when

I see Ez Beggs today, right then,

I thought of Tom—his boy—an’ him

A-goin off to war with Jim.


So I says: “Hello, Ex,” says I;

An’ he says to me: “Hello, Si.”

An’ then he says: “Tom’s gone” says he,

A-puttin his hand to me,

An’ I says: “So’s Jim, too,” says I,

A-wipin somethin’ from my eye,

Jist wipin’ like I see him do,

An’ he says, “Two fine boys, them two.”


An’ he put put his hand again,

An’ I did mine, an’ squeezed his then,

An’ held on hard; and he says; “Si,”

A wipin’ somethin’ from his eye.

“I’m proud of Jim an’ Tom,” says he,

“They ain’t durn fool like you an’ me”

An’ I says: “Yep,” an’ nods my head,

An’ well,--I guess that’s all I said.

                        JAMES W. FOLEY.




            Among the items of expenditure to the government in connection with the conduct of the war may be mentioned that of shoes. The War Department recently let a contract for 7,000,000 pairs for the American soldiers. The cost will be $4.65 a pair, or just $32,550,000 for the whole lot.



By Lee Pape

      We had to rite a composition about soldiers for homework today, this being mine.


      Soldiers are regular men with uniforms on. They can martch all day without getting tired, but they wood rather not.

      Jest one soldier martching alone is only a soldier, but a hole lot of soldiers martching ogether is a perrade. If you see a soldier that you know martching past in a perrade, you yell Hello at him, and if he looks at you and shows he knowns you, the other fellows think you are grate, and so do you. But if he don’t look at you the other fellows all say jest yelled to make believe you knew one.

      The fgerls all like to be saw out wawking with a soldier, meny if them even liking to be saw out wawking with 2. If a soldier comes to take your sister out, you think its something to brag about, even if it’s a sailor. One differents between a soldier and a sailor is the bottom of their pants. A soldier hasent got as mutch chance be sink a submereen as wat a sailor has, but he also hasent got as mutch chance to be sinked by one, thus making it even. It is safer to be hit by a bullet than by a submereen, but not mutch more fun.

      Wen soldiers are drilling they haff to do ixackly wat their officer ses, so it’s a good thing they can understand wat he ses, wich nobody elts can.

      The following is a pome about soldiers.

      A soldier leeds a bissy life,

            Weather the weathers dry or wet,

      But wen hes not doing anything elts

            Hes smoaking a cigarette.



Once Again

November 15



That Cartoon Contest


            By noon that day all cartoons and sketches of soldier life in the army camps and cantonments must be in the hands of the editor, Room 504, World Building, New York City, to be eligible for the wrist watch competition.

            If you have bit drawn a cartoon or sketch do so today. If you have drawn one and send it in, draw another, as there is no limit on the number each soldier may submit.

            The soldier who draws the cartoon or sketch judged to be the best will receive a valuable and serviceable wrist watch. The foremost cartoonist and sketch artists in this country will pass judgement on the drawings.

            Trench and Camp will publish the watch-winning cartoon or sketch and as many others as space will permit.

            Get busy and send in a drawing.


PG. 5




Well Al here it is a Monday and we are back in the trenchus agen. Not reglar trenchus Al their aint reglar trenchus heaf eggzept what the plumbers make in the streets but in the trenchus of despondency as you mite say on Monday morning hwne the Sunday wimmen have all took back there teer stayned hankercheeves to the city.

            I told you Al about how Aggie was gonna come out here but with that big stiff Bill Slacker that has a car and a big job with a lotta money comin to him every month more than thirty bux that we are drawing Well Al when I herd Aggie was gonne drive hear with that big stiff I was never as sorry that the riffles haven’t been ishewed with bullits and everything. That bug good having the nerve to drive down hear with Addie and me away. Some crust me Al.

            Sence ive ben in camp Aggies sister has ben writeing me of how he hanga around and takes Aggie out to spend money on her which he has for more than I have with only thirty bux per. Well I guest sence what hapend yestidy their wont be so much money going out on Aggie from him. You know me Al.

            Well tey get down hear in his runabout in the a.m. and he says hello Jim out of one corner of his mouth where a butt was hanging out of the other one in an easy way. Of course he was in ciclyun close Al not being draftit because he says hes fizically unfit some line hay Al with that big stiff stronger than you and me both. But I guest he aint quite so strong with Aggie as when he startit out yestidy in the unabout car.

            It is sum story Al I wish I could give it to you all just as is happint. Well when he says hello jim Aggie never says nothing and I could of swore there was teers in her eyes and they is some eyes you know that Al. She just stood their and lookt at me not so much at me as at my unifform which is better than some these dubs wear because you know me Al how it is when I put close on they look different than when other guys put them on.

            Well Al she just lookt at me and I lookt at her and finely said Hello Ag carries like as if wed just met on the street car or something but not as if wed been away from one another for three weeks and this big stiff Slacker there every nite if what her sister says is on the levul. She lookt at me so hard I thot their was something wrong with my uniform so I stood at attenshun and lookt like we look at inspecksgun when we feel as if we have got the guy next to uses close on.

            Then she jumped outta that runabout and left Slacker cold and hollers back to hum Ill see you later Bill and left him smoking a butt and there was a look in his eyes that was bad eyes if he isn’t draftit to fite the Kaiser I think he could of faut me then and their Al.

            Well he tries to start his car but something in the magnesis or seomthin was all rong Al and we stood their I and Aggie did I mean while he jumpt out and cussed at the macheen something awful for wimmen to here. I says Mister Slacker don’t seen to be in very good humor Aggie what is their rong do you think. Well Al she laffed and said I don’t know Jim mebbe he don’t like your uniform or something and the car has begun to fell the saim way. Are you gonna show me the samp Jim. She leened on my arm saying this to me and Al I don’t blame any magnesia for going in a car after what that big stiff Slacker says when he heard what Aggie says to me about asking would I show her the camp.

            Well Al I pretendut I was bizy this a.m. and dident know for sure about whether I could show her the camp which was a stall Al for their was nothing on for me that a.m. eggzeot to report for mess. Get Mister Slacker to show you around heal probly know a good deal about this place and he has his car with him. Well Al she just lookt up at me and I could of pulled sum necking then and their if it hadent ben for that boob Slacker that brot her down and was cussen at his magnesia or something awful.

            I and Aggie kept our eyes on nothing but that car for about 5 minits and finely I says Aggie Ill be glad to show you sum of the camp but I hardly think it is fare to Mister Slacker. Well Al she was hurt I could see that and look up to me agen with that buy me a new hat plees way of hers and says just two words which was enough Oh Jim.

            Well Al it was all off that stall about having something on so we spent the say together I and her looking at the camp but not altogether at the camp as there is a lot of trees hear to show wimmen.

            I and Aggie lookt at quite of both that afternoon and as we was coming in to the camp again I could of died with supprise. Their was that big boob Slacker in his car ahead of us in the rods and he was under it agen and we could here the cussin from where we was standing I and Aggie could.

            Well Al she says Jim I don’t care when I get back to the city there are tranes or trolleys running sure and I says of coarse it will be possible Ag to reach the city in sum way diffrunt than you came out by. We says Hello Bill when we gets up to where his car was on top of him and he never lookt out from under only cusst something awfull which Aggie was ust to by now and dident say nothing.

            Well Al she is back to te city now on the same desk I suppose but I and her have ta;lkt things pretty solid and by now I guess that big boob Slacker is wishing he never horned in on no solgers games hay Al. Thirty pe isent so bad Al when you get your bords and room and sum other things for nothing.

            You know me your old pal





By Chapin


U.S. Building Big Depot

                        “Somewhere in France”

            “Somewhere in France” Uncle Sam is constructing a most extensive ordnance depot of issue and repair at a cost of $100,000,000. It will be stocked with billions of rounds of ammunition, shells, shrapnel, high explosives, bombs and ordnance of every description.

            More than 1,000 miles of railway is to be constructed, leading from the arsenal to the sector of the western front assigned to the American forces.


High Class Shows Will Be Staged At Every Camp

            The truth of the old saying “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” has been kept well in mind by Uncle Sam in establishing the thirty-two army cantonments throughout the country. The big brown tents of the Redpath Activities Commission are now being put up in the different camps and up to the minute programs will be given nightly for the army men.

            The object of the Redpath Activities is to furnish clean, wholesome entertainment at movie prices. The entire project will be run on a cost basis with no profit to any one. Accounts will be audited by the Fosdick Commission of the War Department on Training Camp activities and all money above actual expenses turned over to the camp.

            The present plan is to change the bill weekly and semi-weekly depending on the nature of the attractions. The programs will be given in vaudeville form; three or four different attractions appearing each night. Lively comedy will predominate at all times in all of the acts. The boys want fun and the Redpath tent is going to be full of it. A wide variety will be given—music, both vocal and instrumental; light opera, orchestra and band concerts; cartoonists; make-up artists; comedy sketches; plays and in fact high-class productions of every character, with costumes and scenic and lighting effects as good as to be found in the metropolitan theatres.

            The shows are already in full swing in Camp Grant, Rockford, Illinois; Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Michigan, and Camp Sheridan, Chillicothe, Ohio, where the big crowd and hearty applause each night show that the boys are getting what they want. Some of the attractions already presented have been the White Hussers, a singing band; the Fairchild Sister, a vocal and instrumental quartet; the Killarney Girls, a sextet in songs and stories; Reno, magician; Ratto, wig and grease paint man; and a complete production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s light opera, “The Mikdao.”

            Harry P. Harrison, manager of the Redpath Bureau, Chicago, and Chairman of the Redpath Activities Commission, says: “The War Commission is to be congratulated on availing themselves if this tremendous force. Every father’s and mother’s hearts will be lightened at the thought the War Department is providing in the camps influence of the American Chautauqua and that their boys lives while away from home will be brightened by such wholesome entertainment.”


PG. 6





Y.M.C.A. Hut, Cor. 2nd Ave and 14th Street


Representative of Trench and Camp


Take no Charge on Guard.

            Private “Dutch” Bernasch of the 305th Ambulance Corps is right on the job when on guard duty. Thursday night he held up a dozen officers returning from a social function at Patchogue and made them all fall in line while he examined their credentials. “Dutch” says that every man he stopped that night said he was a Captain or a Colonel, and he wasn’t going to take any chances.

Anxious to Get in France.

            Lieut. Simmons has transformed the Ambulance Corps to the 152d Depot Brigade, with no idea of getting into France sooner.

Popular With the Ladies.

            Capt, Trainer of the 305th Ambulance Corps is one of the most conspicuous figures in their section of the camp. His brother officers are not yet fully decided whether the attraction is his military bearing or his far-famed chivalry, but the ladies seeking information always seem to single him out.

Rescues Wrong Rooster.

            Whitey Lawrence and Tommy Atkins of the Sanitary Train had a glorious time the other night hunting their pet mascot, a big Black Minorca rooster. They were afraid their pet would get wet, and chased around for a half hour in their Red Cross bedroom slippers through the mud. Finally Whitey crawled under the building and found the rooster there and took him into the supply room for the night. Next morning they discovered that they had commandeered the mascot of the neighboring company when they heard their own husky chaniticleer giving the “first call” from his gable point of vantage.

Advantage of Artillery.

            A musician was down at the base hospital undergoing his examination. He asked one of the Lieutenants what branch of the service he would advise a man of his particular abilities to join. “Get in the heavy artillery; we don’t have to pick up the bits if anything ever hits you,” was the rather rough reply. Temperament dies a natural death in the National Army

Many of the Boys Popular.

            Harry Allen of the 13th Company received a number of letter from the orderly on Sunday. “Gee, what a popular guy I am in New Rochelle,” he remarks. On opening the envelopes he discovered that his mail consisted mostly of election notices. Harry isn’t the only popular guy in the camp about this time.

Pst! Sh! Black Handers Actve!

            The Black Hand is at work in Camp Upton. Private Smith of the 13th Company, Depot Brigade, was accused of placing a “Black Hand” note, accompanied by a big rock, on the bed of one of his sergeants. The sergeants of the company instituted a summary court martial in the messroom. It was a “phoney” affair of course, and Private Smith swore on his oath that he didn’t know a thing about the note, but he was convicted, nevertheless, and the sentence was that he should be punished “as the court might direct.” The court hasn’t decided to direct as yet.

German Frankfurters Deadly.

            Private Feitler, 7th Company, gave a frankfurter supper at 9 P.M. last Saturday night. The frankfurters might have been all right or they might not. Anyhow, half the company was in line for sick report next day. Shouldn’t fool with this German food, boys!

The Fugitive Ear.

            At the base hospital they pull some funny ones. A man was discovered in a certain company in this section of the camp with a glass eye. His sight had been passed as perfect down where they give em’ the needle. Another individual, whose ears were plugged with two arrangements of copper wire and two little artificial drums, passed twenty-twenty hearing.

            “I couldn’t pass the doctor, me ears is running, guy,” one of the new arrivals with visions exemption on the grounds of physical disability stated. “How fast?” asked Private Ching McMullen of the 305th Ambulance Corps, who was on duty at the hospital at the time.



Enterprising Son of Nassau Complies Tiger Toll---“More Later,” Is Promise

            Informal get-togethers of Camp Upton’s erstwhile collegians now wearing olive drab seem probably in the near future if present fragmentary talk and planning are to be taken as indications.

            There are scores of college men in camp and suggestion that gatherings of the various clans represented be held to recall the well known and good old days strikes responsive echo in many a well-buttoned and soldierly breast.

            The Princeton representatives have been formenting a rally which bodes ill for their late Indigo Neighbors and a committee is to be appointed in the near future, it is understood, to arrange a Wednesday noon luncheon in Officers’ Houses.

            An industrious ex-Tiger has complied a list of Sons of Nassau now in Upton. Trench and Camp will be glad to publish any other college lists which descendants of the Old Mother may compile.

            Here are the Princetonites:

1898---Capt. Wm. C. Merrill, Comdg. Off., Remount Dept.; Lt. R. Stockton, M.G. Battal.

1899---Capt. N. Bleecker Fox, Battery C, 305th F.A.,; Capt. L. S. Breckenridge, Co. B, 308th Inf.;

            Lt. L. G. Stevenson, Q.M.C.

1902---Lt. Chas, Camp, 304th F.A,.

1903---Lt. Ward Chamberlain, 306th Inf.

1904---1st Lt, Wm. C. Armstrong, Supply Off., 13th Battal., 152 D, Brig.

1905---Lt. Thos. O’Brian, Transportation Dept., Q.M.C.

1906---1st Lt. Samuel J. Reid, Battery A, 306th F,A.

1907---Capt. Theo Crane, Battery C, 306th F.A.

1909---1st Lt. Ferdinand Sanford, Regmtl. H.Q., 305th Ind,; 2d Lt. Cleveland Dodge, H.Q. Co., 304th F.A.;

            2d Lt. Frank L. Cunningham, 48 Co., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. W. Myers, Trans. Dept., Q.M.C.

1910---Capt. Guy Garrett, Supply Co., 304 F.A.; Capt. W.H. Carpenter, Batry. F., 306 F.A.; Capt. J. Fine,

            Batry. E, 306 F.A.; 1st LT. Reginald Livingston, Q.M.C.; Lt. Henry Ralph, M.G. Battal.

1911---2nd Lt. James Porter.

1912---Capt. Alvin Deveraux, Batry. A, 305 F.A.; 1st Lt. Ferdinand Eberstadt, Batry. D., 304 F.A.

1913---Lt. E. S. Mulford, 12 Battal. 152 D. Brid.; Lt. Gray Bryan, 30 F.A.; Lt. Purser Adams, 308 Inf.;

            2d Lt. McCuen, 27 Co., 152 D. Brig.; Serft. Wolfe, H.W. Troop, 77 Divis.

1914---Lt. S. Goff, 15 Battal., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. Nissley, Batry. F., 305 F.A.

1915---2d Lt. W. Jarman, Batry. F., 306 F.A.; M Olcott, Upper J. Bld., Y.M.C.A.

1916---2d Lt. Lennox, Ransom, 28 Co., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. Thomas Niles, 78 Co., 152 D Brig.; Lt. Berry

            Underhill, Barracks P. 77; Lt. N Kenyon, Inf.; Pr. Stevenson, H. Q. Co., 307 Inf.; Frank Glick,

            Civilian Aide to Maj. Gen. Bell.

Ex.       1916—Serg. Phillip Barba, Signal Corps.

1917---Capt. Dougins Delaney, 305 F.A.; Lt. A. Behrer, 308 Inf.; 2d Lt. Gregory; Serg. Geo. W. Perkins

            Jr., Supply Co., 304 F.A.

Ex.       1917---2d Lt. Maurschauser, 152 D. Brig.

1919---Lt. G. Saville, 152 D Brig.

Faculty---2d Lt. Wardlaw S. Miles, 308 Inf.



            The Diving Sarah has nothing on Private McManus, Upton vaudevillian, late of the Depot Brigade, when it comes to farewelling. Sunday afternoon “Mac” and a platoon of clansmen, following his “sergeant’s whistle,” a No. 9 tin horn, put on goodby programmes in several of the Y.M.C.A. huts, featuring “The Man Whole Stole My Future Wife,” in complete make-up, which consisted of a regulation O.D. Jacket converted into a toreador’s costume. The many well-wishers included Sunday femininity and hand-clapped parting greetings to the boys who left the first of the week for somewhere in Georgia.



            An ex-saloonist, a Bowery mission worker and a reformed college high-lifer made a unique trio of speakers for the Y.M.C.A. recently, when Tom Farmer, Dave Ranney and Ted Mercer appeared at the various Upton huts and told their stories. Mercer, especially, is know to college men the country over for his work in presenting the claims of the Christian life. He lived in the household of President Arthur, went the pace after leaving Yale and had a remarkable experience of regeneration which he related here.


Post Exchange Philospher.


            ROOKIE RALPH SAYS: “Mebbe some o’ youse guy are crabbin’ about your grub, but even if you do find fault with some o’ the stuff, yuh gotta admit tha this here now jam they’re issuin’ to us covers a multitude of chins.”


            There is a huge pile of Fallen Glory in Upton. A goodly portion of it was contributed by the fellow who was appointed captain by his local board to look after the men selected therefrom. When he brought his “captainey” into camp it became an honor void and empty.

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            The perfection of awe is attained when a regular army man walks suddenly into a group of selected recruits who have been just four hours in camp.

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            The rooky is undecided as to whether or not the home fires are burning until he gets a home-baked cake in the mail.

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            The only Shrecklichkeit encountered thus far in Upton was the other day, when a recruit voiced his desire to use the needle on the man who had given it to him.

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            A bit camp irony was unveiled the other day when it was learned that a certain rooky received rubbers from home, after being issued his trench 30-30 boots.

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            “Patchoguing” has developed into quite a local diverson.

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            Have you made your contribution to the Trench and Camp yet? If you haven’t, it’s high time that you did. Don’t be backward. This is your paper, issued for you. Put something into it, and it’ll be surprising how much you’ll get out of it.

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            Lieutenant---What do you mean, rushing off with that bundle of paper under your arm?

            Private---Why, that’s my contribution to Trench and Camp.

            Lieutenant---Good! You’re exempt from kitchen police duty for the duration of the war.

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            Guard---Who goes there?

            Muffled Figure---A contributor to the Trench and Camp.

            Guard---Pass. Friend.

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            Officers are getting to feel sick themselves when Friday rolls around. It is the most popular day in New York for illness and trouble to hit enlisted men’s relative, according to telegrams which roll in.

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            We wonder what sought of camouflage the rookie has been affecting whose parents wired a certain Upton officer to “Please let John stay home another day, as we want to see him.”

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            It is thought probable, according to an authority in the Dental Reserve, that poison gas may be administered to the oak stumps around camp before they are removed.

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            A great feeling of pity for her ignorance might well arise in the breast of the man whose girl asked him if soldier leggings were wore in order to make stockings necessary.

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            The “hand-out” is becoming an institution in camp since the frugal rookie saved half his mess on Sunday and passed it along to his girl.

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            For the benefit of the man with no musical ear, there is a rumor that all tunes in Camp Upton will be divided into two classes, One class is the “Star Spangled Banner” and the other isn’t.



Y.M.C.A., Cor. 5gh Ave. amd 4th Street

Secretary PEECOCK

Representative of Trench and Camp

Religious Work.

            For the men of the new draft, army life has become a more serious and intense thin than it ever was before. This spirit of purposeful living is evidenced in the military life of the men. And it is very noticeable too that their religion is deepened, intensified and more fundamental than ever before.

            This fact is shown by the interested audiences which listen to such earnest men as Dr. Beattle and Dr. Ely, who talked to the soldiers here. It is evidenced too by the attendance of all types of men at the Bible classes. And it is reflected again in the officers’ Bible class of Unit R, which si the first class of this kind to be formed in the camp.

            The class is, incidentally, a tremendous encouragement to the men, who realize, that they are being led by Christian men who feel for them in trials and difficulties of their new environment.

Educational Activity.

            Classes are being formed daily in both French and English in the 306th Infantry.

            Every Wednesday night at 7 o’clock a lecturer of note speaks in the R. Unit building at Fourth Street and Fifth Avenue.

            “Germany Before the War and Germany Now” was the subject of an interesting and instructive lecture by Prof. William Tilly recently. Only a short time ago he arrived from a military prison in Berlin, coming to this country by way of Holland and London. The auditorium was crowded throughout his lecture here and at its conclusion many soldiers remained to ask him questions, which he cheerfully answered

Social Doings.

            There is no difficulty in putting on high class vaudeville shows in this section because of the great abundance of talent available. Moving pictures are soon to be an added attraction.

            Many requests have been received to use the Y.M.C.A. Building for company entertainments to increase the company funds by charging admission. The staff of the R Unit building has granted this privilege, provided arrangements are made with company commanders, and the company shows are pur on after the completion of the regular evening programme of the Y.M.C.A.



            Y.M.C.A. headquarters building, Upton Boulevard, near the foot of Headquarters Hill, has been opened during the past week, the executive staff moving from the hut at Second Avenue and 11th Street, from where the work has been administered heretofore.

            The heads of the various departments, together with W.F. Hirsch, Camp Secretary, have their offices in the new building, which has also living wuarters for the chiefs of the organization, conference rooms and stock rooms. The hut in which headquarters has been located will be used by the colored troops, while the staff from there are doing business at the C-Station building, Second Avenue and Fourth Street.


“The U.S. Army”

                        Private Henry Meyer, 10th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, admits that his poetic form may be slightly below .300 percentage of Mr. Keats or Mr. Shelley, but he’s caught the spirit of the National Army.

            Inspired by a particularly fine mess one night he apostrophized the life thus, calling his lines “The U.S. Army”:

In the U.S. Army

Everything is balmy;

The eats ain’t so bad,

There’s plenty of things to make you glad.

But best of all we’ll get a chance

To make the Germans do an awful dance.



            “Dizzy,” the permanent kitchen mechanic of the 5th Company, will make a wonderful boxer some day if he lives long enough. HE is there with a chip on his shoulder all the time, and he begins to champ his bit at the Y.M.C.A. every time he sees a set of boxing gloves. “Dizzy” like to box at the barrack contests, and, as the top Sergeant of his outfit remarked one evening after they had brought “Dizzy” around with the smelling salts, “That boy would make a great battler if he didn’t get knocked cold so often.”


PG. 7




Engineers’ Gridiron Eleven Takes Lead in Championship Competition

Moleskin Knights, Representing 302d, Vanquish Two Infantry Outfits and Seem Bent on

Copping Gravy—Rooting Helps Them.



(To Friday. Nov. 21.)





302d Engineers




306th Infantry




307th Infantry




Machine Gun





            Although dozens of contests in many sports---soccer, basketball and indoor baseball---are affairs of every day here, it is on the regimental gridiron struggles that athletic interest has become centred. A full schedule has been arranged, and already considerable advancement has been made on it.

            The first blood, figuratively speaking of course, was spilled by the 302d Engineers who put the bee on the infantrymen of the 30th by a score of 10-0. The 307th also fell victim to the wily and resourceful engineering aggregation, being vanquished with greater ease even than were their brethren of the 306th. The score of their defeat was 27-0.

            It looks as if the 302d Engineers would make a strong bid for the regimental championship, although the infantrymen in the first game out up a strong opposition and demonstrated that their gunfire will have to be reckoned with in subsequent encounters.

            The engineer fraternity is gifted with a number of stars, who assisted materially in hanging up the bacon on the two occasions cited. It also has a band, and some of the most powerful lungs yet discovered in the United States Army. These lungs and all others in the outfit turn out for the games, invisible, of course, beneath the service overcoat, but very much in evidence, nevertheless. Headed by their music-makers, they march in regular formations of the games.

            In their second game the 30th hung up on the scalps of the machine gunners, all batteries of which have consolidated in producing an eleven. The score was 20 to 0.

            It is probable that the regimental eleven which, in the mystic language of the sport-writers “annexes the gonfalon” will meet teams from other posts in the East. All manner challenges have been flung into the teeth of Upton’s athletic authorities, and there will be no difficulty in securing opponents.



            Hallowe’en in a military cantonment proved an enjoyable and interesting, as well as a novel, occasion for the men in training at Upton. The boys held high carnival and played all the pranks ever  heard of and some them that never had been before. Hundreds of parties were held in camp and nearby places, and Oct. 31 1917, was made a most memorable occasion in the lived of the men here.

            One of the most delightful affars in camp Hallowe’en night was the barracks party given by Capt. Benkard and Lieuts. Palmer and O’Brien of the 9th Company. 152d Depot Brigade, at the barracks, 152d Depot Brigade Second Avenue, with the enlisted men of the company and their friends as their guests.

            The refreshments included cider, cake, fruit, cigars and cigarettes. An excellent vaudeville bill was provided and several good exhibition boxing bouts were put on. Lieuts. Palmer and O’Brien inserted coins in apples, and occasioned when the soldiers ducked into pans to pans of water to spear the fruit with their teeth.

            Sergt. Reuben and Sergt. Moses managed the affair in a most creditable manner, and every one professed to have enjoyed himself as never before.



            Can you teach French?

            Will you volunteer your services in teaching others?

            Do you wish to study French—elementary, intermediate or advanced? If so hand in your name and camp to address to the nearest Y.M.C.A. educational secretary or to Mr. Hyman of the Jewish Welfare Board at Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street.

            Provision for classes in French will now be pushed as rapidly as possible.



Inter-Regimental Football Schedule

            Frank Glick, director of athletics at Camp Upton, has mapped out an interregimental football schedule which will keep that knights of the moleskin busy. Games have been scheduled for every Wednesday and Saturday from now until Dec. 12. Five games on as many gridirons will be played by different teams on each of these days.

 Here is the Schedule:



302 Eng. vs 305 F. A.; 304 F.A. vs 306 F.A.; 302 A.T. vs M.G.T.

302 S,T, vs 305 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 307 Inf.


Nov. 10

308 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 304 F.A. vs 302 Eng.; 306 F.A. vs 302 S.T.;

302 A.T. vs 306 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 305 Inf.


Nov. 14

307 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 302 Eng. vs 306 F.A.; 304 F.A. vs 308 Inf.;

302 A.T. vs 305 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 304 F.A.


Nov. 17

306 Inf. vs 305 Inf.; 302 S.T. vs 307 Inf.; 302 Eng. vs 308 Inf.;

304 F.A. vs 305 F.A; 306 F.A. vs 302 A.T.


Nov. 21

M.G.T. vs 308 Inf.; 305 Inf. vs 307 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 304 F.A.;

305 F.A. vs 302 A.T.; 302 Eng. vs 302 S.T.


Nov. 24

306 F.A. vs 307 Inf.; 302 S.T. vs 306 Inf.; 305 Inf. vs 302 Eng.;

305 F.A. vs M.G.T.; 304 F.A. vs 302 A.T.


Nov. 28

308 Inf. vs 305 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 302 Eng.; 307 Inf. vs 302 A.T.;

306 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 302 S.T. vs 304 F.A.


Dec. 1

306 F.A. vs 305 Inf.; 308 Inf. vs 307 Inf.: 302 Eng. vs 302 A.T.;

M.G.T. vs 302 S.T.


Dec. 5

304 F.A. vs 307 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 306 F.A.; 302 S.T. vs 308 Inf.;

305 Inf. vs 305 F.A.


Dec. 8

302 S.T. vs 306 F.A.; 306 F.A. vs 305 F.A.


Dec. 12

308 Inf. vs 306 F.A.



            Camp Upton men are an energetic lot. There is very little solace in the life here for the lazy man, the chronic loafer. Life is real, life is earnest. Perhaps not overserious, for the soldiers at Yaphank are developing a quality of buoyance which bids fair to rival the world-known spirit of the Tommy, who jokes as he fights.

            One of the phases of activity which keeps loafing at a minimum is the athletic energy constantly being liberated. All forms of exercise and play find favor among the barrack dwellers. A journey along one of the streets between rows of quarters requires ceaseless vigilance to keep from being mixed into one of the games which go forward merrily.

            Basketball Interests many, and cages are mounted on posts, the courts lacking perhaps in the billiard-table smoothness to which many of the adroit passers are accustomed. But an Uptonite has a sixth sense for bumps and uneven places, and to see a rookie dribbling through the broken field would be an excellent object lesson for a gazelle or Rocky Mountain goat

            Volleyball, soccer, basketball, games of catch and many other exercises fill up the time between duties for energetic enlisted men and impress upon one the fact that this is a place where clean bodily vigor is sought after by everyone, officers and men alike.


Ex-Cop Fraternize.

            Private Birney of the 11th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, late patrolman of the New York police force, visits the Police Department of Patchogue occasionally, and finds him a very nice fellow.



            A certain Upton Lieutenant has been cured of a certain fastidiousness in a rather unique way. He has been sleeping in pajamas, heaven forfend, and until the other day had prepared them for the night’s vigil by inserting them in the oven of the kitchen stove. Certain duties detained him this fateful evening, and when he returned the sleeping robes were what is technically known as “a charred mas.” He announces that henceforth he will forswear such luxuries as pajamas



            A man who does the right thing at the right time but in the wrong way is called clumsy. The man who goes about the barracks after tattoo, whistling, bowling rocks and creating all kinds of noises, such as dropping trench shoes on the floor when every one else wants to sleep, is called a brainless nut in polite society, but out here what he is called is not printable.


            Coach Glick is immensely gratified over the fine shape into which the All Upton football eleven is rounding for the battle with Camp Devens team at the Polo Grounds on Nov. 24.

            The Yaphank eleven will be composed of some of the country’s most famous football stars, and Coach Glick is confident that the All Upton team can defeat the moleskin contingents representing any other camp in the country. The boys here are looking ahead to the Polo Ground struggle, as they figure that is all over now but binging the bacon back to Yaphank.

            The candidates for the team are all so good that Coach Glick probably will not pick the eleven warriors until just before the whistle blows.



            Disciples of Nimrod will have to limit their activities to sections of game country outside the Camp Upton military reservation, according to a general order which has gone forth and notices signed by the Provost Marshal and posted along the boundaries of camp and along all roads leading into it. No requests for permits to hunt will be submitted, and infantrymen who have cherished longings to use their Mausers on Bre’r Rabbit will have to save their fire for more worthy foreman.



            Private Jimmy Hanley, erstwhile Depot Brigadier, passed his last Friday evening at Camp Upton in a hunting—not the Broadway kind, but the Long Island variety. After frantic searching he located some eligible ones on a poultry farm at Bellport and his mess the next dy observed the results of his work. “Jimmy” is the composer of “Indiana” and other popular songs.



            Boxing in the barracks in Upper “J” continues popular as ever. Over Brigade, they have had some very exciting bouts. Paddy Coburn and Jim Carney the other night started very playfully on a little exhibition bout. Paddy had a sore arm from the recent needle, and Jim committed the mistake of his career in walloping Paddy on the tender spot. Strange to say. Paddy went out after blood, and Jim showed no tendency to disappoint his antagonist.

            For a few months they stood up and slugged with all their might, but the pace was too hot for them, and they decided to finish it out on the floor. Finally the “top cutler” detailed four men to pull the combatants out from under the stove, and drag them apart. The bout was declared a draw and everybody was happy.


Cross-Country Run Trophy Captured by 308th Infantry Speed Merchant

J. Waroski Shows All the Other Boys the Way Home in Five-Mile Hike—Scarlotta Finishes Second

            That the boys of the 308th Infantry have the others in Camp Upton beaton when it comes to endurance seems to be proved by the results of the first inter-regimental cross-country run over a difficult five-mile course. Frank Glick was the promoter of the affair, which was productive of some splendid time, considering that it was the first event of its kind stages here.

            The 308th boys secured the first regimental trophy for their comrades as the result of the run, a handsome cup offered by Alex Taylor of New York. Individual prizes—wrist watches, trench mirrors and military brushes—were put up by the New York Athletic Club.

            J. Waroski of the 308th copped first place, while a buddy from the same organization, J. Scarlotta, was a good second. Third position fell to N. Weg of the 306th.

            The course was approximately five miles, and was by the following route; From 19th Street and Grant Avenue down Third Avenue to First Street; thence over First Street to Fourth Avenue, up Fourth Avenue to Eighth Street, across Eighth Street to Upon Boulevard; thence up Upton Boulevard, past Divisional Headquarters, turning a curve to the right, just east of the Commanding General’s quarters, and then continuing down Fourth Avenue to 19th Street, and south on 19th Street to Grant Avenue, turning north on Grant Avenue on Smith’s field and once around the field.

            Following is the standing of organizations, with the individual placing indicated by the figures opposite each name:

            First Place, 308th Infantry—Waroski, 1; Scarlotta, 2; Johnson, 5; Harvey 20; total, 28.

            Second Place, 307th Infantry—Hanley, 6; Rotgard, 11; Leeddy, 18; Stay 19, total, 54.

            Third Place, 306th Machine Gun—Lankester, 8; Carney, 14; Moskowitz, 16, Pignato, 44; total, 82

            Fourth Place, 305th Infantry—Hampson, 15; Stembler, 24; Kramer, 25; Varcoe, 27; total, 91.

            Fifth Place—306th Infantry—Weg, 3; Goodyear, 9; Weidam, 42; Trausneck, 43; total, 97.

            Sixth Place, 152d Depot Brigade—Hynes, 21; Egan, 22; Littman, 32; Slack, 40; total, 115.



            Some of the boys of the 11th Company were toting one of the boxes of athletic goods from the Y.M.C.A. to their barracks when Wasserman, the gifted pianist, hailed them and asked what they were going to use that long box for.

            “Coffin, you poor ham; every company gets its own issue before it goes across. Didn’t you get measured for yours?” was the cheerful response of the non-com in charge. And Wasserman wilted as though some one had touched him for his month’s pay. These Fosdick boxes certainly do resemble “wooden kimonos,” and the suggestion may be a valuable one to the Government for last use.


Now—And Then.

            No more ham or eggs or grapefruit,

                        When the bugle blows for chow;

            No more apple pie or dumplings,

                        For we’re in the Army now.


            And they feeds us beans for breakfast,

                        And at noon we has ‘em too.

            While at night they fill our stomachs

                        With a good old Army stew.


            No more shirt of silks or linings,

                        We all wear the O.D. stuff;

            No more night-shirts or pajamas,

                        For our pant are good enough.


            No more feather-ticks or pillows,

                        But we’re glad to thank the Lord

            That we’ve got a cot and blanket,

                        When we might just have a board.

            But, by Gum, we’ll lick the Kaiser,

                        When the sergeants teach us how;

            For, gosh, ding it, he’s the reason

                        That we’re in the Army now.

                        Compiled from old classic sources

                        By Private Charles Gordon, 302d

                        Field Signal Battallion.


PG.  8


“Over There!”

A Series of Incidents And Observations Straight From YM.C.A. Huts in France.

            Some of the soldiers appear to have almost a woman’s point of view on keeping a secret. One of them, for instance, was told that he must not give away in his letters the point at which he was stationed. Accordingly, the next letter he wrote was signed something like this:

            “William G. Burge, Corporal

                X Company, 291 Infantry,

           Chamounix, Somewhere in France”



            “One of the terms used by the workers is ‘Christian Bath’, which means a rub bath,” writes one of the secretaries. “A ‘Buddhist bath’ is a bath in a basin.”



            And here’s a message from a soldier, as transcribed by another of the secretaries:

            “A soldier came in the other day. It was Sunday, and he said, “Sunday is pretty lonesome. Of course, I don’t get homesick, because I haven’t got a home, but I get thinking about myself, and that ain’t good. Then I beat it to the ‘Y’ hut. Gee, I hope there’ll be huts enough to look after all the Sammies who are coming over! The folks at home would see that we had enough if they just knew what they meant to us.”



            A little Frenchman, who had served two and a half years in the present war, was on leave recovering from a wound. He was forty-four years of age; had four brothers killed in the war and one brother-in-law killed; two nephews killed, two lost; a mother dead of broken heart.

            His wife is now caring for their own two children, and for four others belonging to this brothers, who have been killed. She receives twenty-six cents for each child, making a dollar and a half a day on which to support a family of six. As a soldier of the French Army he receives five cents a day.

            “They say I saw him,” writes a YM.C.A. secretary, “he had received notice to return to the front on the next day. He was whistling and apparently happy.”

            “How can you keep so cheerful?” I asked.

            “Oh, we’re always happy; we can live, we all work at home, and by and by the war will be over.”



            In one of the French classes in a hut in France, the secretary had given the men, who were novices in the language, several of the useful phrases and expressions that they would need most. He then asked if there were any further questions. A prompt reply came from the front row

            “Yes, sir, I want to know how to swear in French.”



            “The High Flyer,” is the latest newspaper in France. It is gotten out in the French Aviation Camp at Avord, France, and published by the American Y.M.C.A.

            “This,” states the weekly paper, “has been conceived by the Y.M.C.A., is dedicated to the men who are training to do their ‘bit’ in the camp at Avord, and its reason to be is to giv news, gossip, inspiration and cheer to men in a place where there are many clouds and bad flying and living days until we drive them away. Turn in copy, jokes, locals, any old stuff, poetry, etc., to the editor before Wednesday night.”



            The spirit of our American soldiers “Over There” is shown in an editorial in “The High Flyer.”

            “The life is hard, maybe,” acknowledges the editorial. “There are bedbugs, to be specific and unpoetical, hours are long, beds are hard, we don’t eat at the Waldorf-Astoria House. But remember France has been through three long ears of war. She can’t do things up brown for any of us any more than for her own. Then ‘cest la guerre,’ we must stand it, suffer a lot. Ahead are the glorious days of peace, world democracy, Cher up. Smile, You’re doing your bit.”



            “Y.M.C.A. Everywhere in France” is the title of another news story. The boys have faith that “Uncle Sammy” will help them get the huts they so need.



            Here’s a sample of the jokes in the paper:

            “I hear the German front has caved in.”

            “That’s due to the shortage of beer and sauerkraut.”



            “The other evening,” writes a secretary, “while a Chaplin film was being presented in the ‘Y’ hut here, just at the point where Chaplin was about to hit another man and knock him down, the ‘Lights Out,’ order came in. ‘What a place to leave Charlie!’ said one of the men regretfully.”

            The men couldn’t fight so well without these movies that the Y.M.C.A. gives them.



            That the “stay-at-homes” are not forgetting the boys now in the camps is evinced not only by the thousands of service flags now flying to the breezes throughout the country, but the wearing of service pins by fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. The service pin is made of red, white and blue enamel with one star for every member of a family now in the service of his country. Each of the soldier’s immediate kinsmen is entitled to wear the pin to show that he or she has a relative in uniform.



            Down in the “bone dry” cantonments in the South the soldiers are getting away with a little too much water to suit the division commanders and warnings against wasting aqua pura have been sounded.

            In one of the camps the average consumption of water for each man was 100 gallons a day, whereas each horse consumed only 20 gallons a day.

            Orders have gone forth that the cooks put less salt in the fish and that each soldier be held down to 55 gallons of water a day.






That Rookie from the 13th Squad




By Pob Crosby


All Soldiers In Training Will Get Actual Experience With German Gas

            Schools of gas defense are to be established in each of the National Guard and National Army cantonments and camps so that every American soldier now undergoing training may be familiar with the effects if the noxious fumes in the trenches.

            Thirty percent of the shells now used on the western front contain deadly gases which necessitate the immediate donning of masks,

            Is it not intended that the Americas are to be caught unprepared for gas attacks when they reach the trenches. Along with their other training for service overseas they are to be given practical experiences with war gas until they are so innured to the smell and effects that the deadly vapors will have no terrors whatsoever for them.

            Under the direction of Brig. Gen. I.W. Little, who supervised the construction of all the cantonments throughout the country, special structures to be used as gas houses are now being built in each of the thirty-two camps.

            A qualified medical officer who has graduated from the gas school at Fort Sill, Okla., where officers of the French army have been lecturing and showing moving pictures if actual gas attacks will be in charge of the schools of gas defense at each camp. He will be assisted by a chemist and non-commissioned officer of the Medical Department.


Lectures Delivered.

            In many of the camps lectures on German gases and their effects have been delivered before groups of officers and non-commissioned officers and they are expected to be of material assistant when the actual gas tests are made.

            The Division of Gas Defense Service is the office of the Surgeon-General has been placed under direction of Major E.D. Kremers, Medical Corps, with Major Bradley Dewey as assistant.

            Orders from the War Department to the camp commanders require that “every officer and enlisted man in your division” shall take the gas defense course.

            The gas houses in the camps will be hermetically sealed so as to prevent the deadly vapors from escaping and spreading over the entire reservations. Three kinds of gas will be used: bromine and chlorine, which are visible to the naked eye, and phosgene, which is wafted along on the breeze unseen and must be inhaled to be detected. The soldiers will wear the masks inside the gas houses for periods of fifteen minutes.

            The United States government not only has all types of gas masks with which the French have been enabled to nullity the use of poisonous German fumes, but it is understood that one or more types of American-invented hoods, superior to the French ones, will be used by our fighting forces in the trenches. The superiority of the American masks lies in the speed and ease with which they can be adjusted when the presence of gas detected.


All Cantonments to Have Heat Soon

            War Department officials have announces that all of the barracks, mess halls, hospital and officers’ quarters will be equipped with heating facilities before really cold weather sets in. Work of installing the heating apparatus is being rushed, the department announces, at Camp Devens, Ayer, Mass.; Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Mich.; Camp Grant, Rutherford, Ill.; and Camp Funston, Fort Riley, Kan. These are the northernmost camps and will be the first to receive heat. Small, conical stoves may be used before the heat is turned on in the camps.

            When the heating equipment is installed there will be an abundance of hot water available for  bathing purposes and laundry work.

            Some of the officers and men in the camps have been complaining about the chilly nights, apparently all unmindful that if they were at home the case would be practically the same, as furnaces are not started until around
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