June 3, 1918

Trench & Camp


Pledge Countess to Recover Clock from Hun Robber-Officer

 Women Who “Entertained” Hindenburg Tells of Horrors in Poland

             From the lips of a gray-eyed motherly women wearing the garb of the Polish Red Cross 3,500 Upton men, most of them new recruits, heard personal experience with the Prussians on the eastern front, full of the powerful dynamics of unforced emotion. They were the experiences which befel Countess de Turczynowiez in 1914 and 1915, when the section of Russian Poland in which was her husband's country estate was overridden by Hindenburg's hordes. She told of them in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium. The soldiers of America's new army sat subdued and quiet during the tragic recital unwilling to break the spell of her powerful, impassive story with applause. Several times when the colors she used were light. It broke forth, however, and at the close, when she asked her audience to be on the lookout as they passed through Cologne on the way to Berlin for a clock which a Prussian officer stole the tumult of enthusiasm rose unrestrained. “That clock is the only piece of furniture from my house the location of which I know. WIll you help me get it back?”


Y.M. Mixed Doubles Orchestra Enters Field

             A Red Triangle orchestra has entered the camp musical lists, with a sort of mixed doubles instrumentation, including male, Y.M.C.A. blokes and the young lady workers. The organization broke loose at a recent gathering in the Auditorium and was given the unqualified support of a large soldier audience. Miss Dougherty was at the piano with Miss Gilbert and Mr. Gilbert as violins. Mr. McDonald coaxed melody from a cornet and a soldier was drafted from the ranks to aid and abet with the drums.


Two Officers in Casualty Lists Once Stationed At This Camp

             In Pershing’s casualty lists during the past week appeared the names of two officers who have been at Upton, attached for some time to the Metropolitan, 77th Division. They are Major Samuel M. Wilson. No. 234 Walnut Street. Lexington. Ky., and Lieut. Frederick H. Cone. No. 170 West 59th street, New York City.

            Major Wilson was listed as severely wounded. He is a cousin of Gen. Bell, and before entering the army was a Supreme Court Justice in Kentucky. He attended the first Plattsburg camp. He attended the first Plattsburg camp. His attachment to the 77th was as assistant to the Judge Advocate, Lieut. Col. Howze. Many Officers now in camp knew him.

            Lieut. Cone also severely wounded, was to import business in New York before attending Plattsburg last summer, where he was given a Second Lieutenants commissioned. He was assigned to the Quartermaster Corps. Here and received promotion to a First Lieutenancy. For several years he was a member of the Seventh Regiment. New York Guard. Lieut. Cone. Was born in New York City forty-one years ago and attended the School of Mines. Columbia University. His brother-in-law, Lieut. WIlliam H. Woolverton is now stationed at Camp Upton. He has seen services as an ambulance driver with the French Government.


Memorial Day Speaker Says Must Cut German Cancer from World

 Dr. Woelfkin Advocates Court for Testing Teuton-Born Loyalty to U.S.

             That no peace should be declared with Germany until it's a right peace, was the ringing declaration of the Rev. Dr. Cornelius Wolfkin, pastor of Fifth Avenue Baptist Church. New York City, in the Memorial Day address here. The exercises in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium were attended by over 3,000 new men of the Depot Brigade. Jewish Protestant and Catholic chaplains were on the programme, which included a prayer, the reading of President Wilson’s Memorial Day proclamation. Scripture and patriotic music by the band of the Depot Brigade.  W.F. Hirsh of the Y.M.C.A. presided. Gen. Bell, introducing the speaker, said the men who were passing their first Memorial Day as soldiers would realize more deeply what it means when they have tasted the comradeship which comes with sharing dangers.


Physical Head Goes to New U.S. War City

 B. F. Bryant Given Farewell Dinner by His Late Colleagues

             Berton F. Bryant since rge beginning, camp physical director for the C. A. work in Nitro, W. VA., bran-new town the Government is building around vast munition plants. The direction of the Y./M.C.A. activities there, supported by the Government, will be Mr. Bryant’s charge. He is succeeded here by Frederick Schultz, lately physical director at Camp Cody, Deming N. M. As a tribute to the esteem in which Mr Bryant is held by his late colleagues, a dinner was given him at the parrish house if the Camo Chapel just before his departure. Capt. Frank Glick cantonment athletic officer who has worked in co-operation with the departing Y man since Upton was a youth in short pants, was an honor guest and spoke in praise of Mr. Bryant’s work here.


From The Hill Tower

             This warning is given with beating heart.

            Beware the camouflaging mosquito!

            A clarinet player somewhere in Upton played a mosquito on his music score the other night instead of B flat.

            Of course it was B flat. It couldn’t very well be C sharp, could it?


“Barrage” Sparkling Mimeographed Product Laid Down on Headquarters Hill

 Clever Publication Begun by Enlisted Men of Headquarters Detachment

            Trench and Camp’s shapely white hand goes out in a warm grasp to the newest and cracklings camp publication, caused to exude from the mimeograph by the Cantonment Headquarters Detachment.

            “Barrage” is the title of this eight page drumfire of wisdom and perfectly non-alcoholic and therefore regulation O.D. sparkle, and those responsible for getting the range and laying down the barrage are: Bn. Sergt.  Major Eugene Greenhut, editor; Pvt. Louis Scheinman, contributing editor; Pvt. Emil Bloch, treasurer; Pvt. Charles Rothbard, publisher and Pvt. Lester good, printer. There are features in the first number which should surround every extent man-aging editor in the country with an aura of green-for jealousy- and the tone and timbre are of such quality as to bring forth titillation's of commendation from the most case hardened of the space filling gentry. Trench and Camp says “A Long Life and a Merry One” to this latest brother in printer’s ink. The pledge of the editors in the initial edition is full of auguries for an increase in the per-agate line brightness of “Barrage.” Here’s what Ye Ed says:

            For the last ten minutes we have been stroking the dandruff in our regulation hair to vain endeavor to think up an appropriate motto for The Barrage. At last we conclude that we shall have no motto-at last not a permanent one, but our motto shall change from time to time, or as you will, from draft call to draft call.

            We would appreciate suggestions for more advertisers, and the motto of our largest advertiser will be accepted each time. This is not done to stimulate our advertisers department but rather to live up to this issue’s motto “Justice to all and May the Katser get the double hiccups and choke on his left lung.” We will go further into this if it is not self-explanatory.

            Our journalistic proclivities have been limited, but we feel it might be asked by our inquiring readers; “What is your policy?” We know we ought to stand firmly for something, some noble and elevating idea, for which we would fight to the last rusty pen point. We ponder and suffer in thought.

            “Home Rule for the Depot Brigade” almost tempts us. Then we realize that we might embarrass the Military Establishment. Something we shall never meaningly do. Besides everybody first picks on the Ford Car and on the Depot Brigade. Mr. Grequois Pantakeliosrysh of the Depot Brigade, who just dropped in casually on Ye Editor, as usual should remarked that there was no difference between a Ford Car and the Depot Brigade, because they both could be called upon for good service in any emergency. We do not consider this a joke, but a deathly serious compliment to its respected officers and men.

            From the above our readers will understand that we must pass the bucks as to “Policy” However, we shall always stand up for everything that Camp Upton has stood for in the past-no matter how many “stump details” try to dig us out.

            If we print poetry that does not poem or jokes that make you think you are out too far, criticize us-we don’t care- you can’t do better. If we print news items already long past the draft age, we humbly beg forgiveness. Since the new Reveille rule we can't stay up after 8 o’clock to read the newspapers. In other words you may shock us, mock us and knock us, but for the love of Yaphank “cowop” with us and we will make this a paper which even George Greet would be proud to censor.


Big Buffalo Hall Now Under War Department

             By a recent change if management the Buffalo Auditorium, built by the 367th Infantry, comes under the War Department’s supervision and will be directed by George Miller, manager of the Liberty Theater. Harry Yost will have charge of the Buffalo entertainment centre and the present policy of showing first run moving pictures and vaudeville will be pursued.

            A life size portrait of Col. James A. Moss largely through whose personal efforts the Buffalo building was erected, has been presented to the auditorium and will have a place on its walls, Orlando Rouland, a portrait painter of 180 west 57th Street New York, has done this likeness of the Buffaloes commanding officer, and it was presented to the auditorium with the presentation, acknowledging Col. Moss’s personal activities in building the largest hall in camp.

            One of the most popular shows yet shown at the Buffalo has been during the past week. The engagement is extended for a week. The Darktown Follies it is, with a jazz band of wondrous capabilities, and the building has been packed nightly for the entertainment.


A Few Notes on Matters Musical Hereabouts

 Mr. Eckinroth’s Depot Brigade Banders Becoming a Prominent Pillar

             When the 3rd Infantry, a New Jersey National Guard outfit at Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ain., waved goodbye some weeks ago to Band master Albert W. Eckinroth and his company of twenty six banders. Camp Upton was then and there destined to be a Gainer. And ever since the arrival of these musicians within the confines of Suffolk County they have, by the grace of their dust strains insinuated themselves into the musical life of this cantonment until now they are one of the principal public props hereabouts. They now number forty-five men and are known as the 152d Depot Brigade Band, with Mr. Eckinroth still handling that baton with ease and compelling artistry. The musicians have answered almost daily calls for a band these latter days and every time have delivered more than the order. Mr. Eckinroth has recently received some new selections and will be prepared before long worth, including the four favorite movements from Grieg’s First Peer Gynt Suite, Mikado Selections numbers from “Maytime,” “Going Up” and others.

            The personnel of the band is as follows and every single blower is working of high grade: C. A. Getzinger, assistant band leader; John Krick, Sergt. Edgar Dyer, Corpl. Dudley Janvier, Corpl. C Daetwyler, Private H. Sherk, M. Parry, T. William, Louis Green James Jenrose, John Fanelli, T. O’Rourke, M. Swanson, Edward Hagerman, Charles Griner, Leonard Burr, D. Posa, J. Possa, F. Charney, F. Hickey, W. Smith, J. Russo, A. Pisani, B. Rudolph, A. Nossy, G. Farata, W. Walker, G. Butta, A. Saracinn, A. Whitehead. M. Longo, G. Patrocco, G. Lora, R. Foster and A. Davidson.


Leaves Here to Direct All Camp Jewish Work


Joseph C. Hyman Has Been Here Since Opening of Upton


            Having to his credit the shaping of the effective Jewish work now being forwarded in camp by the Jewish Board for Welfare Work and the construction of the board’s headquarters building on the 12th Street, Joseph C. Hyman, head worker of the J. B. W. W. leaves here to become Camp Field Secretary of all camps in the United States for the Jewish organizations. Mr. Hyman’s home is in New York City, where he was graduated from Columbia College and University, with degrees of A.M. and L.L.M. He was a practising attorney in New York for some time, and was also a social worker, connected for years with the Young Men’s Hebrew Association and Educational Alliance in New York. He was for ten years superintendent of a boy’s camp at Lake Surprise, N.Y. My. Hyman has been at Upton since September, 1917.


Inner Shrine Liberty Musicians Play Grieg and Puccini All Alone

 Boys in Liberty and Buffalo Orchestras Have a Varied Line of Work

             Real inner shriners when it comes to music at the boys in Sergt. Dan Caslar’s Liberty Theater orchestra and the similar organization that plays for the Buffalo Auditorium shows. Though there is no audience to stimulate, no applause to reward, Caslar’s men often gather in the cool and quiet of the Liberty of an afternoon and practice for several hours on music of accredited orchestral value. If you are influential with one of the Liberty lads you may gain admittance and hear Puccini, Grieg or Beethoven interpreted by these artists their work is varied and of a demanding character, as the furnish the necessary accompaniments for musical comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and melodrama alike.

            Here are the Liberty instrumentalists who perform valuable services with reeds, string and wind: Sergt. Dan Caslar, Musical Director; Privates H. Miluski, M. Gennes, V. Gerardi, first violin; Private M. Reiss, viola; Private J. Scalzill, cello; Private M. Lemagna, bass; Private G. Feske, flute; Private M. Freedman, clarinet; Privates R. Pecori and L. Lo Funo, horns; Private J. Korff, first trumpet; Private V. Joffre, second trumpet; Private S. Bloom, trombone, and Private J. Saers, drums.

            At the Buffalo the following compose the capable orchestra under the baton of Corpl. W Prinzivalli; Privates A Vollmer and A. Sanger, first violins; Privates H. Donnely and D. Brown, pianists; pianists; Private J. Glossman, bass; Private P. Capparell, flute; Private S. Miller, cornet; Private C. Dinhoupt, drums.

            Is it any marvel that the Liberty and the Buffalo play to capacity houses, not to mention the shows themselves? Besides their work at the theatre. These men are always ready and willing to lend their harmonies for Red Cross benefit. Liberty bond drives, or in response to any other requests.


Movies and Soldiers at Big Boulevard Y

             Events at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium Upton Boulevard, have been up to a high standard of excellence lately, and some good things are listed for the near future. The Stage Women’s War Relief Committee furnished a good bill preceding a Petrova picture. Patricia Henshaw starred in song hits and pianologues.

            In the afternoon of Memorial Day Capt. Glick, Cantonment Athletic Officer; Lieut. Bain of the Depot Brigade, assisted by Y.M.C.A. social and athletic secretaries, put on a three-hour-entertainment. The entertainers, all of whom made good, if the tumuit of whistling and cheering was any indication we're; Ferriari Coyla, George Mitchell, Male Quartet of the 11th Company, Hamilton Nagel, Rosell Lacara, Denny Cronin, Harry Donaldson and others.

            A regular motion picture schedule will go into effect this week. Every Monday a William Fox feature, Wednesday a feature film from the First National Exchange; Universal pictures will be shown Thursday and a Metro Multiple-reeler on Saturday. Many two-reel comedies will be added from time to time to the regular programme, which will be augmented by music and special numbers. It is expected that the famous two-reel plays showing William S. Hart in his organizational “Bad-Man” pictures, will be shown from time to time.


Upton Fixture

 List of Chaplains to Be Found There and at what Hours

             Open several months ago by a striking interdenominational service, can't up tents Church headquarters, known by the latest nomenclature as the camp Chapel, have long since taken a large place in the life of the camp. The number of soldier weddings performed within its walls have made it a strong rival to the little church around the corner, and there are many other distinctions about this building which place it in a class alone and separate. For one thing, it is sextoned by one of the camps leading civilians- if such there be- 1 Bayard F.  Smith, High among familiars,” Sergeant,” his position as superintendent of grounds and construction of the Y.M.C.A Auditorium across the lot from the church has also made him hundreds of soldier friends.

            But as for the church itself. It is the headquarters for the camp pastors, and any man wishing to confer with a minister of his faith may find the appended list instructive. It contains the names of the present acting chaplains in camp. The office hours of the camp Chapel are also given.

            D.  Stanley Cours, Methodist Episcopal, Headquarters 9th Battalion, 4th Avenue and 14th; Wednesday and Saturday evenings.

            Clarence M.  Eddy, Baptist, Headquarters 8th battalion, 1505 Third Avenue; Tuesday and Thursday evenings.

            Paul F. Heckel, Lutheran, Base Hospital; Wednesday and Saturday evenings.

            John F. Kerr, Presbyterian.  Headquarters 152d Depot Brigade, 18th Street and Lincoln Avenue; Monday and Friday evenings.

            William T.  Manning, Episcopal, 6th Battalion, 303B 3rd Street- Wednesday and Saturday evenings, 7 to 8.

            Charles S. Wyckoff, Congregational, 7th battalion, 16th Street and 4th Avenue- Tuesday and Saturday evenings.

            Nathan Blechman, Camp Rabbi, Jewish welfare building, 12th Street and 4th Avenue- Wednesday and Friday evenings.

            Lawrence Bracken. Catholic; Knights of Columbus Headquarters, Upton Boulevard- Saturday evenings.


Days of L Station Pass into Twilight


            The days of the lower station, that historic stopping place on the Long Island Railroad Situate below the remount Depot, have gone into the Twilight and then the dark. They ain't no more. Instead of causing there now, trains on the mainline Hall at a new station on the 17th Street Road about 3 miles from camp at the new bridge. Which is some piece of describing and should locate the spot without difficulty order to the newest of rookies.

            There was a time back in the Prehistoric Age, when even Trench and Camp was the darling of a pygmy size, when the lower station, or gate, as it was classically termed, what was the only Ingress to camp. Them was days when Fleet of buses dating backward beyond the reach of the imagination in their antiquity, waited the dictum of a mounted gray policeman before carrying a passenger, and once luggage was probed for signs of alcoholism. It was as difficult to persuade one of those Minions that one wish to reach Camp Upton as it is now to convince and M.P. cut one lives in Patchogue.


“Viva” Pact on Italy-America Day

             Enthusiasm in spirit of true Tuscan warmth and forever we're showing an unlimited and unrestrained quantities of the observance of Italy-America day here recently, when hundreds of soldiers of Italian bread for the honored guests at a special program in the Y.M.C.A. auditorium. “Viva Italia!”  Was shouted with great gusto by an unmistakable Hibernian youth in the first row. in recognition of the entente Cordiale, a dark-eyed Giuseppe next to the Erin lad slapped him on the back with delight and shouted ecstatically, “Viva Ireland!” where at the raises their voices in a lusty cry, “Viva America!” and the pact of loyalty was sealed.

            An address on the significance of the day was made in Italian by the Rev. P. Crispino  of the base Hospital, and the many soldiers whose Italian is limited to a shaky ability to order spaghetti listening with the greatest respect. Many of the men present had recently received papers of naturalization.

            The following program was interspersed with numbers by the band of the 152d Depot Brigade: A William S. Hart moving picture; Corpl. Drayton and Corpl.  Bristow, 367th Infantry, in a song and dance; private Ernest Elliott, 367th, contortionist twists; 367th Regimental Male Quartet, under the leadership of Sergeant Battle and Miss Florence Bucklin Scott, contralto.


Concerning the Mess Sergeant

             Probably the most talked of and the most essential appointment and the service today is that of the mess sergeant. Well the word mass itself does not mean much, it carries the responsibility of a healthy and energetic company of soldiers.

            The fundamental principle of a First-Class mass is messed management. The mess sergeant and solely responsible for the food that is served to his company, whether good, bad or insufficient.

            In preparing a bill of fare the Mess Sergeant should think very carefully and select a variety of foods that would please the average person, also trying to remember the importance of food value, the value of nutrition, which would go further to make a healthy Soldier than any other method, is the one I know of.  A soldier will work, a soldier will drill and do most anything he has asked to do very willingly, if he is fed properly. And since the Government's ration and sufficiently covers the cost of three good meals, the Mess Sergeant should use every bit of his Common Sense and Sensibility in consideration of those that are to be fed.

            Of course consideration must be given the Mess Sergeant, especially when feeding companies below the strength of 125 men, for then he must use necessary economy so as not to exceed the ration allowance.

            This article is written without the slightest feeling of egotism. The request from various persons on good mess management was put to me, and this article followed.

            Sergt. S. L. Gross, Instructing C. & B. School


Soldiers Help Red Cross Rally at East Moriches

             The writer had the pleasure of attending a Red Cross vaudeville show in East Moriches Town Hall arranged and led by our gallant Red Cross worker, Mrs. J. H. Nallory, wife of Lieut. Nallory, 26th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. The affair was a huge success and was crowded to the doors. Our own Camp Upton soldiers furnished the talent and showed well in songs, recitations and stage manoeuvres. The show opened at 8.45 P.M. with the singing of the national anthem. Father Donlan of St. John’s Church, Centre Moriches delivered a talk on the necessity of the Red Cross, which has earned a place in the hearts of all who love civilization and humanity.

            Upton soldiers who entertained were Sergt. Dan Caslar of the Liberty Theater orchestra; Private M. Gennes, Private M. Lind, Private H. Farriere, Private William Donoldson, Private George Rheimherr and Private Percy Phillips, formerly of the ekith Circuit. The affair was a grand success thanks to our soldier boy actors. WIth such workers as mentioned the Red Cross wil go over the top any time.

            Sergt. Syd Gross


Guard Supremacy

 Company C Gets In the Running with Barack Entertainment

             To give proof of ambition to have their outfit the crack one of the four Provost Guard organizations, Company C of the guard batted a barrack party over the plate the other night in great style. Capt. Davis and the officers of the company are heartily backing the boys in all these efforts. Corpl. Harry E. Weckelman acted as announcer and the husky guardsmen were loud also in their praise of Sergt. Stockard, purveyor of provisions. Private Irving Berlin was present and won great applause with his new song about the medal, the girl and the pin. Of the variety bill much should be said in praise, especially the stalwart mat work of Corpl. Steinback, who threw Private Silverman in two and a quarter seconds. The entertainers were: “America,” sung by the entire company; Private Kidder, variety entertainer; Private Nogossianm, European novelty acrobat; Private Zaims “rheumatic expert;” Private Angelo vs. Kidder, with Corpls. Hoyer and Lubinick refereeing a blindfold boxing match; Private Coster, Company B, comedy artist; Private Silverman and Corpl. Steinbeck, wrestling match, Lubinick referee, Private Self in a song “I Hear My Casket Coughing;” Corpl. Andrews, comedy darky song; Private Self in a parady of “My Old Home Town;” Private Meehan and Sergt. Giesseke in a three-round boxing bout refereed by Corpl. Hoyer; Corpl. Andrews, with a short story pertaining to the great war; Private Coster as the Italian newsboy pleading his last case; Private Self song, “it’s Funny What Lager Will Do;” Private Novack, as an orator in characteristic poses; Private Hassel erg and Sergt. Webster, Company B, selections on guitar and mandolin.

            The refreshment number was a riotous success and included ice cream, strawberries and cake. Three cheers for the company’s officers and a vote of thanks by rising to the committee in charge of the affair was the wind-up.


K. of C. Notes

 From K. of C. Headquarters

             One of the big surprises in Camp life came to the rookies who are fortunate enough to find themselves in the K. of C. Clubhouse on 15th Street last Saturday afternoon. Ever since detraining here a week or so ago, the long thin line of rookies that wound around the seemingly interminable stretches from the station to their quarters and the well-known and justly famous Depot Brigade had heard little that did not directly or indirectly refer to that awful “needle.” So, when the word was passed among the 9th Battalion that they were to go to the 15th Street Clubhouse for the “needle,”There were very few “seconds” at the noon mess. In due course these unsung heroes found themselves grimly awaiting the advent of a squad of surgeons. Then they burst upon them some thirty cake, candy and sandwich bearing girls from the K. of C. Kim Upton Auxiliary, and as the editor of the Bingville Bugie would say, “A good time was had by all.”


Yet More Definitions


            PASS- A word more powerful than “Democracy” in making a soldier fight.

            Rifle- A collector of dust

            Casual- A nephew of Uncle Sam who is on his way but hasn’t the trace of an idea as to whether he is going.

            Needle- The greatest bond of brotherhood in the army. A pointed rebuke to fear.


Special Orders No. 000 (For K. P.)

 (For the inflammation and incense for all concerned)

             To dish sium in a military manner and to be on the alert for all tasty portions, which shall not be allowed to pass my post.

            To take charge of all hash, potatoes, gravy and pudding in view.

            To report any private or non-com. Who tries to double cross Mr. Hoover by asking for thirds.

            To salute all prunes not cased.

            In case of fire to release all imprisoned ashes and get a bucket of coal.

            Between revells and retreat to turn out the chef for all objects found in the hash including suspenders, U.S. buttons cartridge clips and other material reserved for puddings.

            To quit my post only when properly relieved.

            By order of Gen. Keep M. Hungry.

            Official: O. U. Meatball, Major Third Cook Corpse.


            An unfinished letter picked up recently runs as follows: “I will tell you something on this place, Camp Upton, N.Y. They have mosquitoes up here so doggone big you think you're being bombed by an airplane. You have to hunt cover or be ruined. They bite like hyena and will carry you off if you don’t hold on to something! Excuse me one minute while I scratch.”


Psychological Tests

             If they asked you of a sudden, whether ice is hot or cold;

            If they wreck your deep reflection by some queries young or old;

            If they say in accepts cheerful, “What is grape nuts, fowl or pest?”

            Are they crazy? Not a bit, bo; That’s a psychological test.


            Mary Pickford, is she reptile, bird or mammal, song or food?

            Would an olden dinosaurus fear a storm or shun a dude?

            Why should Coughnuts roll-along up on the tables of the best?

            Have they lost their reason? No sir! That’s a psychological test.


            When we reach the gates of heaven, after all our Earthly toll.

            Oft I wonder will St. Peter try to keep us from the soil of beautiful supernal

            Just because we need a rest after many weary journeys with the psychological test

            Sergt. F. M.


            The last appearance of that Grand Old Upton Joke while Trench and Camp feels morally obligated (or immorally) to have appear each week is from Chief Mechanic Gladu, the French boxing person late of Battery F. 304th F. A. A comrade met him, having finished “time” at the Base Hospital, and asked him how were tricks and things.

            “Fine,” came back Gladu, just like that, “but I’m in the army. They’ve transferred me to the Depot Brigade.”


Catholic Soldier Confesses Through French Interpreter

             You can get any opinion you want on the religious work of the Y.M.C.A. in France.

            It is overdone, it is underdone, it isn’t done at all; it is narrow, it is bigoted, it is too generously broad; it is stiff, it is highty-tighty, it isn’t church like: there is no singing worth speaking of, and why don’t you have something besides hymns? And any one of these opinions can be defended first by the character of the person voicing it, and second, by reference to the place visited by the critic.

            But here’s a little incident that happened the other day which tells the whole story of the religious work of the Y.M.C.A. in France:

            An American lad with nerves shattered by what he had seen at the front, was going out of his mind. He had the experience before, and was in agony of anticipation.

            He was a Catholic, and as such most anxious to confess. He could not speak French and the only available priest could not speak English.

            “Is there anyone here who can speak French?” inquired the priest.

            The Y.M.C.A. women running the hotel knew the language. So the three retired into a quiet room, and the American soldier confessed his sins, through a Protestant women to a Catholic priest, in the Y.M.C.A. hut in France.


Gov’t Pigeons Protected

             The congress of the United State has enacted a law which makes it punishable by a fine or imprisonment, or both, to entrap, capture, shoot, kill, posses or in any way detain homing pigeons owned by the United States. Pigeons owned by the Government bear bands with the letters “U.S.A.” or “U.S.N.” and a serial number.


Name it

             There’s a $10 bill, commonly denominated as a “ten-case-note” among soldiers, in the National Headquarters of “Trench and Camp,” Room 504 Pulitzer Building, New York City, for the best title for this picture drawn by Private Ben Wellwood, Company 13, Depot Brigade, Camp Upton, Long Island, N.Y. The competition is limited to soldiers in training camps and cantonments throughout the country.

            The “best title” means the most suitable, the cleverest, the shortest, or the most humorous. All titles should be written on a sheet of paper bearing the soldier's name, rank and company and regimental designation, together with the name of his camp or cantonment.

            There is no limit to the number of titles a soldier can submit. All titles should be sent to Room 504 Pulitzer Building, New York City, by noon July 1, the day on which the competition closes.

            Let’s go!


Mail It Today

             Get the habit of sending all your copies of “Trench and Camp” to the home folks. Better than that, make it a duty to send this paper home every week. Your mother and other relatives will appreciate it.


            Chains Protect Eyes

             Some of the soldiers “Over There” are now wearing steel helmets with a fringe of chain hanging down over the nose to protect their eyes from flying bits of shrapnel and splinters of wood and stone.


How to Change Beneficiary under War Risk Insurance

             The following regulation has been relative to changes in the beneficiaries under the war risk insurance:

            “Every change of beneficiary shall be made in writing and shall be signed by the insured and be witnessed by at least one person. No change of beneficiary shall be valid unless and until it is recorded in the Bureau of War Risk Insurance. A change of beneficiary shall, whenever practicable, be made upon blanks prescribed by the Bureau.

            “A change of beneficiary may be made by last will and testament. Payments of installments of insurance shall be made to the beneficiaries last of record in the Bureau until the Bureau receives notice of such change. In the absence of any beneficiary of record, payments shall be made according to the laws of intestacy, as provided in Articles IV, until the bureau receives notice that a beneficiary was designated by last will and testament.”


U.S. Munition Plant to Be Bigger than Krupp’s

             Well informed Englishmen have appreciated the vast resources and almost illimitable possibilities of this country. But the average Englishman has had no conception of our wealth, our natural resources or even our strength in manpower. To him the vast reaches of our continent have been beyond comprehension.

            He has thought of the American people as being something quite different from the English. To him the cowboys have been typical. He has been surprised, as our distinguished statesman and scholars have spoken in England, to note their perfection of speech and to appreciate their freedom from the breeziness of the so called wild westerner, who exists only on the movie stage and highly colored novels.

            As American troops have paraded through the streets of London he has watched for their coming as for the visit of an alien race. He has been almost startled to find that there is to find that there is little difference between the Englishman and his American cousin.

            It came as a shock to many of the English people to learn that America had become the banker nation and that this country opened floodgates of gold. Well informed Englishman witnessed the awakening of the man in their streets with a good deal of relish.

            American tourists have been accustomed to talking in such large terms that the everyday Englishman discounted almost everything that was credited to his country. But now the panorama of American achievement is being unfolded before the eyes of the Englishman. Nothing will startle him now, and he is beginning to speak in superlatives of our efforts just as the boastful American used to speak in the days when he was trying to impress his British cousin.

            The name of krupp has stood for the ultimate in munitions and ordnance manufacturing, although the Frenchman has pointed with pride to the Creusot works.

            But even the Englishman is beginning to glimpse the possibilities of this country as a competitor to Krupp. And the Englishman, more even than the Native American, has displayed an eager interest in the announcement of the great construction plant, to be larger than the Bethlehem Steel Works, that is to be erected near Pittsburgh PA., under the direction of the Government.

            It is expected that $4,000,000,000 at least will be expanded on this plant for construction alone. The work will not be finished until 1920 and will be done under the supervision of Officers of the Steel Corporation, who will serve without pay.

            The Government recently announced the location of the proposed plant, and plans for its construction are now being made. Judge E. H. Gary, Chairman of the board of Directors of the United States Steel Corporation, in discussing the project, said:

            “The work will be in the immediate charge of a committee considering of a vice-president and a comptroller of the corporation and eight others designated from the officers (president or vice-presidents) of the various manufacturing subsidiary companies, and all selected because of their education, experience and peculiar fitness. This committee will keep in touch with the building and operating organizations which is being formed, and with the officers of the Steel Corporation and with the War Department.”

            The work will be done at Government expense.


It Is In the Hearts of Men

             “The grandeur and glory of war”- this expression has been used many times. To some it is meaningless nothing, just a high sounding phrase.

            What is there, what can there be, that is grand and glorious in war?

            In the military, grand tactics are those involving large movements. The term is technical, as for instance, a grand total. But the public mind would reject any such explanation of the grandeur of war. Grand means something that fires the imagination. The man on the street conceives of large movements as the men multiplication of smaller understandings. It is easy to understand the state of mind of the student of military affairs whose largest command has been a company, for instance, and who sees unfolded before him in grand tactics all the tremendous responsibilities of maneuvering an army and determining its strategy. But to the man who is not student of military problems it makes little difference as he reads of engagements whether companies or armies took part. He is concerned to know whatever objectives have been attained.

            When the Kings of old went forth to their Crusades they might have been thrilled, they must have been thrilled, for there was then a pomp and pageantry in war such as has disappeared since war became industrial condition. The boy in school thrills as he reads of the fears arms of these men in shining armor.  As he reads he sighs for the good old days that have gone. Who would not dare and die if the reward were to be the favor of some Queen of Beauty? Little Rufus thinks as he reads that no sacrifice would be too great, no danger too threatening, , if he could but win the smile of little Gwendolyn, now grown to womanhood and enthroned  as a Queen of beauty. Wearing the grownup Gwendolyn glove upon his breast, he would enter a tournament any day and fight so bravely for her favor. The detestable little Arthur, who sits in the next row would himself unhorsed and begging for mercy, which would gladly be extended that Gwendolen might glory in the manhood of Rufus. Yes, the glory has gone from combat, whether it be on battlefield or merely in a tournament. 

Even the parades of today are colorless-just miles of olive drab. Compare that with shining armor!

Where is the grandeur and glory of it all?

Liege? Does not the mere mention of the name kindle fires of memory and compel admiration for the gallant bravery of a devoted little nation?

Louvain? It will never be forgotten so long as the memory of man endures.

Antwerp? It is not the glory of the ancients duplicated in our own time?

The black watch? Tradition reaches out her hand and clasps the living present. The dead of that regiment stir in their graves to make room for heroes of this day who have earned a right to sleep with them.   

The Battle of Marne? Civilization was at the cross-roads; but fortitude stayed at the hand of the destroyer.

Verdum? How it calls to mind the spirit of France which said:  “They shall not pass”; and they did not!

Is there no grandeur, no glory in war?

Is it not rather that we see “but the shot and shorn, here in our manhood’s might outpoured?”

The grandeur is not in the mere multiplication of fighting units. It is in high resolves, in indomitable courage, in unfaltering fortitude. It is in the hearts of men!

The glory is in the revelation that these high resolves, this indomitable courage and this unfaltering fortitude have not been crushed and crowded out of the lives of men because of ease and comfort.

It has taken the scourge of war to teach men a new sense of value. The things that are worth keeping are worth struggling for; those that are not worth keeping give them no concern when the real issues are seen.

It has taken the scourge of war to teach men who had known no high resolves that they were capable of rising to unknown heights of courage and of that quality which is finer still-sustained fortitude.

The grandeur and glory of war have called to the souls of selfish men who lived in the money marts; and the miracle is that they heard the call and heeded it. Their souls have joined the souls of heroes long since gone and their bodies lie on the field of France and Flanders.

No little sir Rufus, you may not wear the shining armor you may never meet in knightly tournament for the favor of little Gwendolyn. But when you grow to manhood and Arthur is full grown too, you will fight just as your father is fighting, if needs be-but, please God there will not be the need.  Side by side in the same trench you will fight with little Arthur, not that you may win the favor of Gwendolyn, but that her honor may be held safe; and that your homes and country may be inviolate.

Lady Gwendolyn may never wear velvet, and flowers may find no place on her courage.

Her dreams if the glories and the grandeur of war may be rudely shattered too. For she may be wearing overalls instead of fine velvet, and planting potatoes instead of plucking flowers. But hers, too, will be glorious part, as some day you will understand.


The Meaning of Discipline

 President Wilson, in his speech at the opening of the Red Cross Drive, told of an Indian who had returned to his reservation after a period spent in a military training camp.

The Indian who had returned to his reservation after a period spent in a military training camp.

The indian was asked how he liked the life of a soldier.

“Not much good,” he replied; “too much salute, not enough shoot.”

The reply of the Indian was characteristic not alone of his race, but of the average American.

The young man from any one of the United States who has been drafted into the military service chafes under discipline. Much of the routine to him is meaningless. Especially is this true of the man who has lived in the open and who feels that he is physically fit. He can understand why the man drawn from the sedentary pursuits must be hardened by exercise in the open air; but in his own case there seems to be no reason why he should not be sent to the front as soon as he had learned how to shoot. And the chances are that he believes he is as good a shot as the man with the marksmen medals.

Upon reaching France the same impatience is noted that characterizes the period of their training in American camps and cantonments. The new soldiers are eager to go over the top. They cannot understand why men who are engaged in warfare should take such elaborate precautions to conceal themselves. They seem to believe there is something unmanly about taking advantage of every cover and they long for the days where they can meet their foe face to face.

So general has been this trait among the new American soldiers that special efforts have been taken to warn the men against undue exposure of themselves. Several instances have been reported of loss of life because men had not been so well disciplined that they would resist the temptation to go out into the open to do battle. Not only that; it is just as perilous to a military undertaking to move too soon as too late.

The first lesson of the training camp discipline is not, as for instance in the case of salute, to make a man obey orders on the instant; to make him observant, to mold his mind into the large mind of the military organization.

When a man has become so well disciplined that he ceases to think of himself as an individual, but considers the whole organization, the first effect of discipline has become marked.

Because men are being trained in what the Indian called “too much salute” they will be fit for the day of action when, with well-ordered nerves, with their sense of observation well trained and their muscle highly developed it will no longer be “too little shoot.”


Hun Her Chief Enemy

             France’s chief enemy is Germany, one of its eastern neighbors.

            France’s chief ally is Great Britain, the neighbor to the north, and two other allies are Belgium and Italy, neighbors to the east. The United States has been able to join its forces and resources to those of France by virtue of the fact that the ocean highway offers a relatively easy connection, in spite of the great distance between the two countries.

In area and in population, France is one of the medium sized countries of the world.  Its 207,000 square miles make it about the size of Germany, or not quite four times the size of Illinois. Its population is thirty-nine millions, whereas that of Great Britain is forty five millions, and that of Italy is thirty four millions. Compared with the United States, whose area is something more than three million square miles and whose population is about one hundred millions. France is a relatively small country.

About five-eighths of the area of France is less than a thousand feet above sea-level (see the map). Most of this lowland area is in the north and the west, where most of the cultivable land is located, and where because of absence of marked topographic barriers, communication and transportation are relatively easy. The south and east are mostly hills and mountains, and therefore have relatively little cultivable land, and for the most part are difficult to traverse.


Some Mud There Too

             The climate of France may be described as temperate. Nowhere are the winters severely cold, nowhere are the summers extremely hot. All parts of the country have at least a moderate amount of rainfall, with nowhere a very rainy or very dry season. From place to place the climate varies considerably, due (1) to the considerable north-south extent of the country, (2) to the distribution between lowlands and highlands, (3) to variety of position with reference to the ocean, and consequent exposure to ocean winds. Because of difference in latitude the north is considerably cooler than the south, both in summer and winter. Because of difference in altitude the central plateau and the mountains on the south and the east have markedly lower temperatures, as well as heavier rain falls than the plains. Western and northwestern France , because of proximity to the sea, have less marked seasonal temperatures ranges and have more rainfall than eastern France, whose climate is more continental.

There are many rivers in France, since it's a country with plentiful rainfall, but most of the streams are short. The four main rivers, the Seine, the Loire, the Garonne and the Rhone (see the map), are not long, as compared with any of the world’s great rivers, such as the Mississippi. Of the four chief rivers of France, the Seine is most used for navigation.     

Of mineral resources France has abundant supplies only of building materials and salt. The possession of only moderately large resources of coal and iron, as compared with the resources of Great Britain and Germany, has handicapped France in industrial competition with its neighbors.

Agriculture is the chief industry of France. It engages nearly one half of the population, whereas only one quarter of the people are engaged in manufacturing. In a long settled, highly developed, densely populated country such as France, agriculture naturally is of an intensive sort. The crops raised vary from one part of the country to another, depending on the climate, the topography of the soil.


Confessions of a Transcript

             (This is the second of a series of diary entries written by a young man called from his civilian pursuits by the operation of the selective draft. It is a frank, outspoken record of his own feelings, thoughts and emotions, which, perhaps, have been shared by other American men now overseas or in training. These diary entries are commended to the soldiers of National Army as a truthful portrayal of the process of converting civilians into soldiers of “the finest army ever called to the colors of any nation.” The writer is Ted Wallace, a luxury loving young man, who is at the outset has no settled convictions, except selfish ones, and who is transformed by the purging process of war into a red-blooded patriot.)


            August 15, 1917

            There has been a lot of stuff in the papers lately about patriotism and oratory. Also there is a new word that I don’t like the sound of. It is another we have borrowed from the English. The word is “slacker.” It is not a nice word. I heard Mary Blair use it yesterday. She did not apply it to me. But I had a sneaking idea that she was directing it at me. She was telling about a young man she knew who had not a care or a responsibility in the world and still would not go to war. I realized as she spoke that the description applied to me just as much as it did to him.

Do you suppose she caught the contagion too? I always liked Mary. In fact, I thought I might ask her to-but what’s the use of all that now? I will not go to see her again. It makes me uncomfortable. She hums some sickening silly song all the time, and every now and then murmurs,

“You do your bit,

I’ll do my knit.”

And her fingers just work all the time. I asked her how she liked my new suit. She studied it closely for a minute and said, “I don’t like it at all!”

“Whats wrong?” I asked her.

“The color,” she said.

“Everyone always said blue always suited me,” I put in.

Then she answered, “But not nearly so well as olive drab.”

I did not stay long after that. It would have seemed rude to go right away, so I stayed a little while for appearance's sake and left. It’s funny about that girl. I thought she cared for me. But she did not seem to mind my going. And just as I reached the door that conceited cousin of hers came in. He is a lieutenant of the old Grays and he was in uniform. Mary seemed ever so much pleased to see him than she did to see me.

There is no one you can talk to nowadays except that queer Harold Gibbs. I never used to like him. But I find we have much in common. He thinks war is absolutely wrong. And I agree with him. What good does it do people to go out killing each other anyway? Surely in this enlightened age there ought to be some other way of settling our differences.            

In my mail last night there was a car to report to the Exemption Board. I don’t quite understand it.  I hope that it does not mean I have to go now. I have not had any chance to arrange my affairs. I can’t live on the Army pay after what I have been earning. One of the newspapers published the drawings and my name was pretty far down on the list. Some men I met told me I stood a good chance of being called. A good chance. What do they mean? Well at any rate there is a night to sleep in peace. And what of to-morrow?

August 16, 1917.

I have been to the draft board. I have been to the draft board. I asked if there were any chance of my being called. It was the same man that I had met before; but he did not recognize me, I think.

“Yes,” he said, “there’s a good chance.” Why do they speak of it that way?

Than he told me of the many exemptions that have been given and said I should be prepared for a call at any time. I would be among the first.

I did not want to hear anymore. I just rushed out into the street and walked and walked and walked. It did no good. It was like a nightmare.

Called in the first draft!  I don’t want to go.

Just as I was coming down our street Walter Nevins rushed up to me.

“I’ve been called, Ted!” he shouted. For a minute I could not speak. He seemed to have the same enthusiasm everyone else had. What is it? Am I different from all the others? Or are they just putting it on? Walter did seem in earnest, though, and the next thing he fired at me was, “Perhaps you’ll be called too; and we'll share the same tent.”

“Perhaps,” I muttered. Walter looked at me queerly, just as father does sometimes, and turned away. I don’t understand the attitude of some people.

I did not want to go home. I would have to tell father sooner or later, and I knew there would be a lot of advice. So I went to a moving picture show. In the middle of the show a man stood up and urged the committee to arrange a big parade for the Selected Men of the district.

            It does not matter where you go. You can’t escape it. It’s just war talk, war talk, all the time.

Father was sitting up when I reached home. It seems one of the members of the Exemption Board is a friend of his. He called at our house and told Father I would be among the first to go.

Fathers face was beaming. He put his arm on mine and said: “Laddie, Laddie! Now is your chance! And remember, you’re my son. Do your best. Serve your country and your God and do nothing that you would be ashamed to have God and your father know about. It’s wonderful boy! Wonderful that you can go and I can give!”

I did not say anything. I can’t understand it yet. Here I am, getting ready to go out into that awful stench and strife, and Father says it’s wonderful for me to be able to go and for him to be able to give. I don’t understand it.


How to Clean a Gun

 The best way to clean a rifle barrel after shooting is to run a clean Canton flannel patch, through using either a brass jointed, steel or hardwood rod with a swivel handle. But always clean from the breech, never from the muzzle. When a gun is so constructed that it cannot be cleaned from the breech, a wooden or hard rubber protected rod should be used.

After the first clean patch has been passed through the barrel several oil saturated patches should be run through until the last one comes out clean. Then it will do no harm to fit a brass wire or bristle brush to the tip of the rod, dip in oil and scrub vigorously.

Next dry out the bore with clean patches and then finally run through an oily patch and the gun may be laid away for a day or two; then repeat the performance, for the barrel will sweat some of the powder residue out of the pores of the steel and this you will get on the second cleaning.


Great Britain Sent 7,000,000 to Various Fronts in 1917

 Mr. McPherson, Under Secretary of State of War, in presenting the British Army estimates offered some figures that are of great interest to America.  Mr. McPherson said the health in the army was good. He gave the following tabulation of the size of British armies in the field up to December 31, 1917:

In the months 48,452 commissioned officers and 6,435, warrant officers have been appointed; 25,000 promotions have been gazetted from second to first lieutenant; 16,800 officers and 49,100 men have been mentioned in the honors lists. 600,000 men have been given leave in the last four months and 200,000 in the last four weeks. During 1917 there had been conveyed to the various fronts: 7,000,000,000 men, 500,000 animals, 200,000 vehicles, 90,000,000 tons of stores.

Pay-Minimum for all arms, 1s. 6d. a day, minimum for officers. 10s 6d a day; women and children on Army pay lists as women and dependents, about 10,000,000.

New services.-Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps: Over 20,000 enrolled, of whom, of whom 6,500 were abroad seas, and the remainder were employed at home. Labor Corps: 350,000 men of all races and colors.

Captured last year-168 heavy howitzers, 68 heavy guns, 437 field guns, 1,055 trench mortars and 2,843 machine guns.

The total saving of tonnage in the coming year is estimated at 2,000,000 tons, wood pulp has been substituted for tin plates for packing food supplies for the army. Crude glycerine at the annual rate of 1,800 tons have been recovered from by-products alone, and sold to the ministry of Munitions for the manufacture of 18,000,000 shells.


Embryo “Holy Joes” Taught By Senior Army Chaplain

 Chaplain C. C. Bateman, of the 14th United States Cavalry , is the instructor at the school for chaplains of the Army, both in point in years and service, has made it plain to the new chaplains that there office is one of no mean importance. The schedule of lecture embraced the following topics: “The chaplain as a man among men and a gentleman”;  Finding his field of usefulness”; Faith and works”; The chaplain as an example if the morale as well as the morals”; “Chaplains who have helped in time of stress”; “The chaplain in work of identification  and correspondence”; The chaplain as legal counsel for the accused before courts martial”; “The chaplain as Postmaster and exchange officer”; “The Chaplain as mentor of diversions and sports”; “Keeping young among young men”.

Schools for chaplains are to be established in many of the divisional camps where ministers with no military experience have been called to serve the army.  


Pennsylvania Traditions “Over There”

By George B. Landis

Editor of the Camp Hancock Edition of “Trench and Camp”

             Wisdom unparalleled by ancient explorers was exhibited by the Government officials who discovered the site of Camp Hancock. Augusta Georgia, a winter resort of the northern millionaires, would be unknown to most of the Pennsylvania soldiers except for this fortuitous circumstance. Most of the soldiers have not yet become acquainted with the renowned “eighteen hole golf links,” on which battlefield some visiting society people “do their bit” in the fight against “Horrid Huns.”

            The camp itself is four hundred feet higher than the city, which gives sunshine, and a superb view of the surrounding country, especially picturesque in the kaleidoscopic changes of color and atmosphere at sunrise sunset.



Reservoir Only Muddy Place

             Camp Hancock had its hurricanes and its sand storms. The bitter cold weather unbidden entered the squad tents or caused discomfort to men on guard. In spite of the board of commerce statement that Augusta’s “climate excels that of the Riviera,” tender soldiers suffered even though they may have had six blankets and three overcoats each. (It probably will be hotter in July.) Mud was intolerable in only one place-the reservoir-the best bayonet training ground in the country, In wet weather the soldiers waded in mud there, but this condition was pre-arranged so as to give them experience in real trench warfare before they arrived in France. The sandy soil dries off immediately after rain; because of this the sanitation of the camp is almost perfect and Hancock is the healthiest camp in the country. Other camps have claim, but Hancock substantiates it by government reports.

            The 28th Division is composed almost entirely of the Pennsylvania National Guardsmen and has been dubbed the keystone division. The cosmopolitan character of the population of Pennsylvania is reflected in the Division, giving a demonstration of world democracy which promises the fulfilment of the noblest aspirations of broadminded and really altruistic patriots.

            Camp Hancock is no vacation camp, not even a peace time National Guard camp. The somber, serious business of overcoming a prepared, experienced and armed foe is evidence in the rumbling artillery, the barrage fire, the combat firing on the rifle range, the complex works of expert engineers, the wig-wagging of signal men, the positive air of the military men, the positive air of the military police and the fluttering flag on the car of a general who really commands.

            The New Year’s slogan of the Keystone Division was “PEP”- that is enthusiasm which with intensive training enables the soldier to capture ten Boches a day without endangering himself in the least. This remarkable category is characterized by some good Pennsylvania people as “Spizzerinctum.” “Watch your PEP,” “Cut out your cussing and use your PEP for a promotion,” were mottos prominently displayed.

The Keystone division will live up to the history and traditions of the State from which it takes its name,


Self Sufficient Pennsy

 Pennsylvania is the Keystone of the manufacturing State. Her supplies of coal and oil, her manufacturers of plate, of locomotives, of rails, of electrical machines and a thousand and other useful articles, at least her industrial supremacy. Drawn from all these avocations, Camp Hancock engineers challenge the world. Pennsylvania can provide all the supplies and munitions of war within her own borders.

            Pennsylvania, the central colony of the original thirteen, the keystone of the arch sweeping down the Atlantic shore if the United States, has played an important part in national affairs of the past. Independence Hall at Philadelphia, Valley Forge and Gettysburg speak for themselves in undying needs. In every war she has set forth a larger number of soldiers than any other State, and history has written their records. Fine heroism was shown by Penn in promoting the peaceful conquest of the Indians, and by Benjamin Franklin in resisting the obnoxious stamp acts. Mad Anthony Wayne and Arthur St. Clair, Reynolds and Hancock, McClellan and Meads, Tasker H. Bliss and Peyton C. March-these are bright names on Pennsylvania’s military roster.

            The 130 steps a minute gait, the soldierly bearing, the intelligent, alert physiognomy of Pennsylvania soldiers, their ability to eat four meals a day, to sleep from before “taps” until after “reveille” and to endure a grilling training for ten hours a day-all combined with aforesaid “pep” indicate a fitness for actual warfare which make the 28th Division-the Keystone Division-the one to be depended on in time of military stress.


Pershing’s Veneration Touches French People

             Two army officers were discussing General Pershing at a dinner table the other evening.

            “He has been quite a revelation to those who thought of Americans as short-sleeved diplomatics,” said one officer.

            Then was told again with a thrill of pride, the story of his tactful speech of General Foch, as all that America has was offered to one French Generalissimo.

            “But,” Said the first speaker,” that speech may have been graceful; yet it does not compare with the action at the Tomb of Napoleon. You remember his visits there. Well, to show hm a signal honor, the sheathed sword of Napoleon was brought and handed to him. Most officers would have withdrawn the sword from its sheath. Not so General Pershing holding it as if it was some sacred symbol, he kissed it tenderly, bowing low as he did it. And it was that action that endeared him, more than all else, to the French people. All the papers were full of it the next day.”

            “Yes,” said the other officer, “he has made very few mistakes, and he has succeeded in giving the French people the impression that we know how things should be done and have a veneration for things that ought to be venerated.”


Steps to Improve Handling of Soldier Mails at Camps

             The rolling statement is authorized by the War Department:

            A general order has been issued dealing with the matter of numerous and bitter complaints that have been made by reason of delays and errors in the delivery of mail to enlisted men in camps and cantonments, and by reason of the lost f theft of mail, after it has been turned over to the military authorities by the Post Office Department.

            These occurrences cause widespread dissatisfaction among the men to whom mail is sent, and generally being reproach upon the military service. The regimental mail orderly personnel is prescribed, but the company mail orderlies apparently are not appointed according to any regulation or system, are changed frequently, and are replaced by men unfamiliar with this work.

            Much difficulty will be avoided if upon detailing mail orderlies, commanding officers issue proper instructions in this matter. Upon assuming their duties the mail orderlies will be informed that neglect, tardiness, or carelessness will subject them to appropriate punishment. They will be reminded that theft from and tampering with mail, whether insured, registered c. o. D., or otherwise are serious military offenses, triable and punishable under the 93d Article of War.

            A change in the Army Regulations will shortly be promulgated which will bring Army Regulatkion into conformity with the present practice in the Post Office Department in the matter of insured parcels, and commanding officers will issue the necessary instructions to cause mail orderlies to accord to insured parcels the same careful treatment and exercise the same precautions to see that deliveries are effected to the proper addresses as was the case when mail orderlies were required to receipt to postmasters and to take receipts from the persons to whom insured parcels were delivered. The provisions in the present Army Regulations with respect to registered mail and c. o. D. packages will continue in force.


Salting Down with “Kale?”

             American soldiers are not squandering their money. They have developed thrift. The study of the conditions by E. A. Hungerford, one of the Y.M.C.A. men at the front who has helped many a soldier to send money home, recently wrote, “The American soldier is the thriftiest American alive.”

            It has been estimated that the average American soldier spends not more than twenty cents a day, and out of that he purchases toilet articles, tobacco and candy.

            Hundreds of the American soldiers have been paying for Liberty Bonds as well as allocating half of their pay to their families. In spite of that, Y.M.C.A. huts “Over There” are thronged with men in uniform who greet secretaries with the words, “I want to send money home.”


 The fame of Lieut. Mitchell, commander and manager of the fistic motormen of truck company 326 has now spread far beyond the Long island Pine Barrens. Since the participation of Tex Kelly, Richie Ryan and Eddie Grover in the Red Cross tournament at Madison Square Garden, these fighters have been brought here and there for benefits. At that affair Ryan and Grover had the galleries in ecstasies with their K.O. bout. They will repeat it in a tourney Bob Edgren of the Evening World is promoting.

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