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August 26, 1919

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A Farewell Word

 Trench and Camp, which has been published continuously at Camp Upton since October 8, 1917, will be discontinued with this number, the necessity for it having ceased with the ending of the demobilization period.

A product of the World War, Trench and Camp has been a unique newspaper undertaking. At one time it was published simultaneously in more than forty of the training camps and cantonments and was read each week by at least 1,000,000 persons.

The Upton edition has survived longer than the editions published in other camps and, indeed, has outlived the great majority of soldier newspapers.

 The aim of Trench and Camp was stated on the editorial page of the first issue this way:

“We hope to make Trench and Camp a vital, living transcript of the life of the army that has formed to keep alive civilization.”

“Although Trench and camp is not primarily designed for civilians, it will still keep as its ideals first and foremost to be a newspaper. It will seek to print the news, to inform, to stimulate and to help relive the tedium and monotony of camp life.”

How well those purposes have been accomplished still remains for the readers to say.

Another aim with trench and Camp has perhaps fulfilled to no small degree was that of effecting a liaison between camp and home. It has endeavored to portray the work and play of the soldiers in such a way that the men would be pleased to send the paper home. Trench and Camp has carried messages of cheer and reassurance into thousands of homes.

During the training days of the 77th, the Camp Upton edition of Trench and Camp was the divisions original origin. Much of its success was due to its founder and editor, George L. Moor. He was aided by a soldier staff of contributing editors and artists, among whom were a number of well known newspaper cartoonists and reporters. Mr. Moore was succeeded by Sgt. Arthur Wakeling, the present editor.

Until the beginning of this year, the Upton edition was published through the courtesy of the New York World, and for many months last summer and fall it appeared as a full eight column, eight page newspaper. Since January 1 the entire cost of the publication has been borne by the Y.M.C.A.

A special number of 36 pages was issued on March 15th last as a 27th Division Homecoming Number and an edition of similar size was published on May 15 to welcome the 77th~ Another special edition, known as the camp historical number, was brought out on July 29 to form a permanent record of mobilization and demobilization at the cantonment.

Names and facts and figures without end could be given in writing a history of this paper. It is perhaps sufficient to say that trench and Camp has been part and parcel of the life of the soldiers here, and has written in its columns all that was brightest and best in the story of Camp Upton.

 Soldiers’ School Merges With New “Upton College”

 The Soldiers’ School, which was under the supervision of the Y.M.C.A. for so long, has been merged with the new Camp Upton Business College and Vocational Training School.

The old school was a success from the beginning and proved very popular with the men not withstanding the varied attractions elsewhere in camp, such as dances, theatres, and movies.

Sessions were held every afternoon from 2 to 4 and in the evening from 7 to 9. The evening classes were largely attended by men from the Motor Transport Corps, the 42nd Infantry and the Recruit Educational Center who were otherwise busily engaged during the day. Army Field Clerks who were qualifying for examinations and a number of civilians also took advantage of the school.

Not long ago a Major and a Captain were students in the Spanish class, and it was not unusual to have lieutenants studying in the various courses.

J. Fred Goehren was the supervisor and the instructors were the Misses Anderson and Gross and the Messrs. Archer, Krause, Murdock and Chenel. The subjects taught were stenography, typewriting and English to the foreigners and advanced groups, arithmetic, algebra, geometry, mechanical drawing, accounting, Spanish and French.

 Charles J. Vick Made New Distribution Chief Clerk

 By the departure of Chief Clerk James A. Nelson, A.F.C., who was transferred early last week to the Officers’ Discharge Center for discharge, a vacancy was created in the Distribution Division at Camp Headquarters. The gap was filled by the promotion of Charles J. Vick, A.F.C., formerly in charge of the receiving and sorting desk, to the post of chief clerk of the Distribution Division.

Mr. Vick in his new position has direct supervision over the routing of all military correspondence and documents for the entire camp and the issue of all camp memoranda, bulletins and general orders, as well as the publications of War Department circulars.

Mr. Vick is one of the best-known field clerks in camp, and for many months previous to last June he was in charge of operations in the Distribution Section of the Camp Personnel Office. He has had considerable experience in the service and was attending an Officers’ Training School at the time of the signing of the armistice.

 Four-Leaf Clover For Camp Emblem

 Trench and Camp offers the suggestion that the four-leaf clover be adopted as the emblem of Camp Upton.

The four-leaf clover flourishes here. If luck can be measured by the freakish little plant, this should be one of the luckiest places under the sun. one can hardly step on the grass anywhere in Upton without treading unawares on a four-leaf clover.

In front of the editor is a sheet of Trench and Camp letter paper with twenty four-leaf clovers of all sizes and varieties arranged on it. They were found by Mrs. Wakeling in a few minutes on one of her recent sketching trips.

Why not, then, make the insignia of Camp Upton a four-leaf clover?

 Sit Steady In The Boat

 Lots of people are busy rocking the boats these days. It is easier, far, to rock the boat than it is to row. But if the people who are rowing, trying to beat the current of troubled times and fight through to safer waters-if these people STOP rowing to squabble with the rockers, there is a chance that among the lot of them the boat will spill its contents in the stream. The boat is going ahead, won’t upset as easily as the one that is standing still or drifting.

 A Historic Regiment

 There are many Regiments of the Regular Army and of the national Guard that have traditions of several wars.

But one Regular regiment is homeward bound now, to Camp Kearny, California, with a unique history. That is the ninth.

It was organized to fight the French-in 1798. Its latest achievement was to help save France, in 1918.

It is the only regiment of the Regular service privileged to have passed through the Civil War without being called on to fire upon Americans-yet it saved the entire Pacific coast for the Union without the coast of a single life and in the face of serious movements to the contrary in California.

Organized in 1798 it has taken actual part in:

War of 1812
War with Mexico;
Civil War;
Spanish-American War;
Philippine Insurrection;
Chinese Expedition;
Mexican Border Patrol;
World War;
And Indian campaigns almost without number.

For the ninth time, it is coming home from the wars. Orders are, to release all emergency men, to recruit and reorganize for days of peace, to take up again the duties of watchfulness and preparation, which are the lot of the “Regular Army.”

The recruit who “joins up” with the Ninth will belong to an outfit that has traveled more than, fought as much as, any regiment in any man’s army this last hundred and twenty years.

“If you’re in the Ninth, you’ll be in the fighting!”


What She Thinks About It


The pretty “war worker” that typewrites this stuff so the printers won’t go on strike when they set it up, has some ideas of her own about the war, and the “peace” and what the soldiers ought to do just as soon as they all get jobs and the H.C.L. has ceased to take up more columns in the papers than the L.O.N.

She’s too good a business woman to believe tat two (much less three) can live more cheaply than one. But she is convinced two can make a combined attack on profiteers and profiteering and that damnable middleman, much more effective than the sum of the attacks of individuals launched from hail bedrooms via the boarding house table or the corner cafeteria.

She says no man is able to face any grocery man or a butcher or a baker or the gas meter reader, and get away with advantage to his pocketbook. On the other hand, she says, no woman can fail to be a better trainer if she is sustained by the desire to show some man that she is just that.

It should not be necessary to elaborate on the moral of this.

Any discharged soldier who is a real, honest-to-goodness individual-she suggested another phrase here but the editor thinks the individual will understand-will catch the moral of this editorial without further explanation.

Then, if he carries it out, it may be easier for him-if not for her-to be kept “down on the farm.”


The Word Will Wag On Its Way


“The world is so full of a number of things,

“That we can all be as happy as kings!”


The words come from an old song, of the days when kings were supposed to be happiest of mortals, and in all forgetfulness of such times as these when it is ore true than in the days of Shakespeare that “uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”

For “such times as these” have come again and often in this world.

And still it is wagged on its way.

The world is full-of a number of things, of wars and near wars, and strikes and threats of strikes. Men strive to pull down that which is, and to build other

things in its stead. Men complain against whatever other men propose. Most of us know all of this because we read about it.

For isn’t it true, with most of us, that if we didn’t read about the turmoil, we wouldn’t know it was going on. Of course, the price of beefsteaks is up, but so is the price of steers. Bread’s high, but so is wheat. Usually it is some other fellow who is quarreling and squabbling. We get and give, earn and pay.

But isn’t true having paid twenty cents more for dinner than it would have cost us before the war-we go grumbling down to the movies, paying thereat a quarter instead of the erstwhile dime, and thereafter stroll homeward via the drug store and grumble some more while drinking a fifteen cent drink that in the distant past cost only a nickel?

Couldn’t we have gone home, or remained at home, after dinner, and with a touch of frugality in one direction, have saved the enhanced costs of living in the other?

The truth is, we’ve all of us come to a firm determination that the world owes us not only our dinner, but our movies and our soda water also.

 So, if steaks and movies and soda water fall not to our lot in such abundance as we like, we read the tales of other mens up-doings and shake our heads solemnly and declare that the world is in a sad, sad way.

But the world goes on, and we with it. Young men fall in love and young women marry them. Old folks toddle onward into the sunset, and young folks take their place and younger folks grow on and up and marry in their turn.

The kings and the great folk, of labor or of capital, of politics or of business, don’t amount to much after all, and a few centuries hence their projects and their troubles will concern the people of that day as little as do yours and mine.

Who was king of Bohemia in 1135? Do you know? Or do you or anybody else expect an expert on Czechoslovakia really care? Who knows the list of English kings in their order? Just between ourselves who was President in 1836 here in the good United States-either of the country or of the bank in Main Street?

Who matters, then?

Why, just you and your folks, and ours-the people who grow the wheat and raise the steers, who build the homes and tend to the stores and run the corner grocery or the dry goods store downtown, whose boys went to war (and the boys themselves) and whose daughters made Red Cross bandages without necessarily getting their pictures in the paper for doing it.

Let us “keep on keeping on,” at our various tasks, tilling the fields and going to the office, the factory, the store or shop, giving a full day’s work to the task in hand-keeping steady hands and level heads, granting that the other fellow has his point of view, remembering that the world isn’t going to smash all

of a sudden because the papers are full of big headlines and the steak and soda water and the movies take a considerable share of the daily wage.

Stormy times? Perhaps.

But the thickest storm clouds are only five miles deep, and it’s over eight thousand miles straight through from Kokomo, Indiana to Pekin.

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