April 1, 1918



Party Including J. P. Morgan and Jacob H. Schiff Look Over Cantonment and Men and Are Greatly Pleased Thereby.

            A group of New York’s financiers were lured to Upton recently by the tales of the fine air, the pure water and bracing tonic which is of the camp, and found everything better than advertised. They were J. P. Morgan, Jacob H. Schiff; Walter E. Frew, Chairman of the Clearing House Committee of the Stock Exchange; George F. Baker jr.; Martin Vogel, Assistant Treasurer of the United States at New York, and Ralph Peters, President of the Long Island Railroad. Mr. Peters brought the party to camp  in his private car, and they were met at the station by Lieut. Col. T. J. Powers, cantonment  Chief of Staff, who escorted them on a tour of the diggings. They called on Brig. Gen. Edmund Wittenmyer and paid their respects to official Camp Upton, and once-over a goodly portion of the ground.

            The visitors were shown a couple of barracks, both outside and in, and they were surprised at the splendid order in which everything is kept. The kitchens, sanitary and spotless, were remarked as especially fine. This opinion is shared by every one but the Bird who draws the Kitchen Police for weeks at a time. The splendid physical appearance of the Metropolitan’s fighting outfit aroused favorable comment, as did the alert, keen soldierly bearing which marks the 77th division. Mr. Morgan said he thought the place was ideal for a camp because of the large amount of space available. Mr. Schiff expressed especial delight at the work being done by the welfare organizations— the Y. M. C. A., K. of C. and the Jewish Board for Welfare Work.


Did “Bride” Show Have Influence on Soldier’s?

Marriage at Church Headquarters Would Indicate Such Influence

            When “Here Comes the Bride” was billed s this week;s show at the Liberty, the effect if the title on the soldiers probably wasn't considered. Perhaps it has had none.

            But for some reason the marrying business has been running strong here this week. There has been about a dozen in Church Headquarters. Chaplain Manning has had two or three soldier marriages. Chaplain Brown about the same number, and other chaplains likewise. One of the interesting ones of the man recently transferred from Devens who got leave to go home and be married. His bride also got leave and left for camp. They passed each other en route. He was home, in East Weymouth, Mass., and she was waiting at the church here. He wired his Captain to have her stay. She did, and it is hoped they will live happily ever after.



            The Liberty Theatre is proving the final and real Broadway touch. Those blazing lights, the fine shows, those after the theatre suppers are all with us. “Here Comes the Bride,” the second Liberty offering, with the original company, has been a riot of success. Next week, April 1, Manager Miller announces big time vaudeville.



            Regular duty in the trenches, which is not as unwarlike as the distance of Upton from France might suggest, has been the portion of the hard working candidates in the Training School for Officers here. The end of the three months training is in sight and a number of the men who went to the school from assignments in regiments here have returned to their outfits. Some candidates will complete their training on the other side and will be made officers as vacancies arise.

            Their course of instruction here has been a full one and they have had very little time not occupied by duties of one kind or another.


objects from front interest men here

German Uniforms, Shells, Grenades, Shown by American Who Won Cross

            One of the centers of interest for Upton soldiers who got the chance to gather around it during the past week was the collection of uniforms, shells, tin hats, and miscellany from the battle front which Lieut. George Shroeder showed to a few thousand men here. Lieut. Shroeder, whose home is New Brunswick, N. J., is a graduate of Rutgers College and was in London as bacteriologist with he Rockefeller Institute when was was declared in August, 1914. HE enlisted in the British Army and was in the division to which the Black Watch, the Gordon Highlanders, Scotch Fusiliers, Seaforth Highlanders and other famous regiments belonged. He later joined the American Field Service under the French Government and drove an ambulance, flew an airplane, and did a few other things. He was at Verdun, the Marne and the retreat from Mons, and was one of the first americans to win the Croix de Guerre. For three months he served in the Belgian Army.

            During his entire service he used a great deal of effort to collect uniforms and pieces of equipment. It wasn't easy, as the French are very rigid about not allowing such collection. But the young American managed to use his Yankee ingenuity and collected several trunks of interesting things. He has a full German Lieutenant’s regalia, the first uniform used by the French with the flaming and red hat which proved such a target. He has steel helmets, from the first makeshift one worn under the cap to the improved tin hat now in use, including a German Prussian Guard’s helmet with an iron cross soldered on the black eagle. A large German trench mine is one of the best pieces he exhibits. A full collection of grenades, bombs and shells is also in his possession.

            The Upton men who saw his outfit, which was shown in several Y. M. C. A. Huts and to individual units, including a large group of men from the 305th Infantry, were fascinated by it, and fired questions at the Lieutenant like a machine gun rapid fire. He won his commission in the British Army.



Lieut. Col. Booth Becomes Colonel, Major Haskell Lieutenant Colonel.

            Promotions of seven prominent Metropolitan Division officers, delayed for some time, have recently been announced as follows:

            Lieut. Col. Ewing E. Booth, Division Chief of Staff, promoted to Colonel, National Army, March 25, with rank form Feb. 13.

            Major William N. Haskell, Division Staff, orbited to Lieutenant Colonel, National Army, March 18, with rank from March 16.

            Major Lloyd C. Grissom, Assistant Adjutant, promoted to Division Adjutant.

            Major Charles C. Winnia, 304th Machine Gun Battalion, promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, National Army, March 25, with rank from Feb. 14.

            Capt. Louis B. Gerow, Field Artillery, National Army, promoted to Major Adjutant General’s department as Assistant Adjutant.

            First Lieut. J. Huntington Hills, U.S.A., aide to Brig. Gen. Evan M. Johnson, promoted to Captain, United States army, to date from Aug. 5, 1917.

            First Lieut. Earle Boothe, infantry, National Army, promoted to Captain, National Army, and Assistant to Personnel Officer.

  Gets 20 Years for a Journey Over the Hill

Upton Deserter’s Heavy Punishment Will Be Object Lesson.

            Impulses to take the trip “Over the Hill” will not be allowed to carry any Upton men to the breaking point with the case of Private David Barry before the camp. This deserter who went “over the hill” has been sentenced to serve twenty years in military prison, said to be the most severe sentence passed on a deserter in many years. It indicates that desertion cases will be summarily handled in the future, and scant satisfaction will be squeezed out of a withdrawal from duty. Barry was in the Veterinary Corps. Hospital No. 6, and came here with an October draft increment. In November he disappeared and was not apprehended until Jan. 12 by detectives, who had his home in Far Rockaway, L. I., under surveillance.

            Following is the sentence passed upon him:

            “To be dishonorably discharged from the service, to forfeit all pay and allowances due or to become due, and to be confined at such place as the reviewing authority may direct for twenty years.”

            The Judge Advocate General reviewed the record of the case and approved the sentence. The deserter will serve his sentence in the Federal prison at Fort Leavenworth, Kan. This twenty-year sentence is more severe than the one passed upon a deserter from the 11th Engineers, a Regular Army outfit, who volunteered and then vanished. He was located in Syracuse after several months. His mother came to camp and made a tearful appeal to Brig. Gen. Johnson, but she was told that the army regulations must be lived up to, and that in war time especially the military law must have its course. This deserter was given five years,



            Christian Sciences services will be held at Church Headquarters, Upton Boulevard, every Wednesday evening at 8 o’clock. On this Wednesday evening the service will be held in the couch library, north wing.



Club House, at 4th Avenue and 6th Street, Destroyed in 1 A. M. Fire.

            The burning of the the Knights of Columbus clubhouse at Fourth Avenue and Sixth Street was the first occasion for a general camp fire alarm. Men were lined up before their barracks at 1 o’clock, called out by the bugler, who bugled the fire call.

            At 12:59 Secretary Fenton, in charge, discovered one of the small rooms a mass of flames. He tried to telephone from the building, but was unable to get a call, and had further difficulty in getting the alarm though.  The building was a mass of flames by the time Lieut. Corley’s men arrived. There was no danger to other buildings near, as the wind was away from the nearest barrack, of Company I, 306th, across the street. The firemen did effective work and checked the flames before the building was entirely destroyed. All the equipment—books, new movie machine valued at $450, Victrola and records, piano and furnishings— was destroyed. The building was valued at $1,500 and the total loss was close to $5,000. The origin is not definitely known, but it is believed cross wires started the fire.


Visiting the Leading Out-of-Doors Sport

Records Are Made and Smashed Regularly

            Visiting as an outdoor sport has been boosted to first place in recent days. Perfect weather has helped, as there’s more to be seen in the open air, when its possible to stay there, which has been far from always during winter season. Records are made on Sunday and smashed the next for a visiting population. Four thousand was the mark reached a couple weeks ago. This weekend, when 12,000 were brought into camp over the rails of the Long Island by six special trains of about twenty cars each. There has been considerable motoring too, as the highways are nearer being means of travel.

            The road to the Merrick, southwest of camp, is in fair shape, and the bridge— the new one built by soldier talent— is completed and about ready for traffic. The Merrick into the city is good, of course— concrete and macadam. The American Automobile Association has begun Sunday free runs into camp for parents and other soldier kin unable to make the grade of a railroad ticket. Applications for reservations should be sent to the A. A. A. offices, No. 501 Fifth Avenue, by Thursday morning of the week preceding the desired trip.

            Most of the visitors who have been helping break attendance records have been women. And has that fact been distasteful to the soldier? Has it? And is the burden these fairest of all beings bring—apples, chocolate, cake, pie— is that something the soldier acorns? Is it?



            That the genius of Sergt. David Hochstein wasn't shattered with his Stradivarius, the untimely fate of which was recounted in Trench and Camp, has been demonstrated in several camp appearances recently with a “reserve” instrument. His admirers here and elsewhere rejoice that the virtuosity is still there, that the old skill has not been abated. What was in the nature of a New York farewell appearance was his recent concert in New York for soldiers’ tobacco fund benefit.


Athletic Activity Marks “Spare Parts”

D. B. Brigade Athletic Field and Much “Pep” Shown in the Suburbs.

            The Depot Brigade is being invaded from all sides. They are coming from Devens, the Middle West, and the Far East— the 305th Infantry— and things are beginning to look a trifle more lively than usual in the suburbs around Nineteenth Street. The last of the Ordnance men have left for a course of training preparatory to the active service. These good fellows are missed. There were some of the best in their ranks, and their departure leaves a big hole in the old “stand-by” outfit and many a vacant corner.

            The Brigade Athletic Field is coming along in good shape. We have the best baseball diamond in camp and will have the best team shortly. (Friends, please accept this— the only intimation.) Get together some of you other outfits, decorate your clubs with crape and come up here and take your medicine. The battalion schedule is already under way, and if the brigade bat can stand up under the strain, and the brigade ball retain its cover for another strenuous week, everything in the garden will be lovely.

            When it comes to starting something, leave it to this old Spare Part Gang. The first spring meet has been held on the brigade field and some interesting completion resulted. A battalion baseball game followed the meet. Col C. A. Dolph, Commanding Officer, is lending his active support to the athletic programme, one of the results of his enthusiasm being the brigade athletic field— the best in camp. He is ably assisted by Brigade Athletic Officer Lieut. C. I. Naylor, and the battalion officers.The athlete officers say that now the diamond is in shape, and the weather coming good, all that is necessary to complete the party is for the Y. M. C. A. to open the athletic storeroom and throw away the key. Come across Doc; open another box.

            One of the newly arrived recruits of the Depot Brigade was filled with righteous wrath when he discovered where ehe had been transferred to, and was expressing his indignation to one of the ladies helping out behind the “Y” counter. I’m going to take a “French” he told her. To use his own words: “She talked to me like a Dutch Uncle, and made me promise to stay in camp, thats the only reason I'm here.” Are these ladies valuable?

            They were discussing the war in the 9th Company Mess Hall, and one named Jim slipped the following bright bit of information: “If those guys keep up that war over there much longer there's some one goin’ to get hurt.”



            John Philip Sousa has written accurate music for the classic, and here are approximate words for the old artillery song which is the original them of tune written by the great band leader for the 306th Field Artillery:

            Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail,

            Keep those caissons a rollin’ along;

            In and out, shout it out, turn about and rout them out,

            As those caissons go rollin’ along.

            Then its Hi, Hi, Hee!— the field artilleree—

            Shout out your number loud and strong;

            Wherever you go— you will always know,

            That those caissons are rollin’ along—

            Keep them rollin’, Keep those caissons a rollin’ along.


Light of Music Burns in Hall of Fame of Headquarters Company

Bandsman Discourses of Music, Its Philosophy and Appeal.

            The Musical Niche in our Hall of Fame bids fair to become overcrowded with the celebrities of the Headquarters Company roster, 308th Infantry.

            Our latest discovery is Leon Robinson, member if the band. Robinson began his musical career in Boston at the age of twelve, under the late Carl Baermann. After a short tutelage under this famous music master, he left the city of Boston to make his residence in New York. Here he entered the Institute of Musical Art as the pupil of Stowjowsky, a product of Paderewski’s school, and subsequently studied composition under another musical authority, Lilienthal.

            “I had but three years of instruction,” said Robertson. “All my later studies I made myself. I soon found that I was especially fitted for improvisation, and naturally my efforts have been largely in that direction.” Robinson discourses of music philosophically— queer for an O. D. private.

            “Music is to some people,” he said. “is a sealed book. But to the musician it is a source of never-ending satisfaction and delight. When I refer to a musician I do no necessarily mean the man who is an accomplished artist on some instrument. One of the greatest musicians I knew could not play a note, but deep inside of him he had that appreciation, that keen understanding, of pure music. That is what make the real musician.

            “You will find that pure music makes its appeal to the better nature. It is the mirror to a man’s thought. That great master, Beethoven, must have been perfect in his thought, because his music was flawless. I could talk to you for hours, and still not half express all that music stands for our life. I believe that the best music is the music of the past. All our modern compositions are more or less in the nature of repetitions of what the old masters have given us. I do think, however, that we are gradually evolving a new and distinct style of music. Just what that still will be we cannot as yet determine; but sometime in the future we will see, or rather hear, the finished product. Music, indeed, hath charms—.”



Catholic, Protestant, and Jew Hold Exercises Fitting to Season.

            Holy Week was fully observed in camp by Protestant, Catholic and Jew. The Jewish Passover celebration coming at the same time as the great days of Christendom united all the religious agencies in camp to intensive effort.

            Protestant activity was focused special series of meeting conducted by the Y. M. C. A. in the Auditorium under the leadership of William E. Biederwolf, a Chicago evangelist. Encouraging interest is reported, with about a thousand signers of the War Roll as a concrete accomplishment. Meetings were held nightly beginning Palm Sunday and closed Easter Day. William F. Hirsch, Camp Y. M. C. A. Secretary, presided at the sessions which were marked by special music. The 306th Infantry Bands and the band of the Depot Brigade helped materially. Ralph Walker of the Y. M. C. A.led the singing. Special nights were given over to the various brigades. Monday was the 153d Infantry Brigade night, Tuesday 154th Infantry Brigade night, Wednesday 152d Artillery Brigade night, and Thursday 152d Depot Brigade night. The commanders of the brigades gave their sanction. Easter Sunday a special communion service was held d for the War Roll signers in Church Headquarters. This is as follows: “I hereby pledge my allegiance to the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior and King, and by God’s help will fight His battles for the victory of His Kingdom.” The Rev. Biederwolf delivers strong addresses at each meeting. Sunday he addressed the colored men of the 367th in the Buffalo Auditorium.

            Catholic activity was marked during Holy Week with daily confessions. Special Easter services were largely attended.

            The Jewish celebration of Passover in the camp was noteworthy. Rabbi Nathan Biechmann addressed the large number of men who remained here. A number were given forty-two hour passes to spend the season at home.



            The ranks of the prominent athletes now have been somewhat enlarged and speeded up H. S. Ives, mile record holder for indoor tracks, from Pittsfield, Mass. He has won several championships as a runner and has made a name for himself as a manager of boxers, having handled several New York fistmen, including Kid Carter, Johnny Burt, and Andy Jordan. The fast traveller is now the gunmen of the 306th Field Artillery, Battery D, and has only one ambition— to break the mile record on the Wilhelmstrasse.



            There are musicians in the Metropolitan— and there are music weavers and sound producers. But there is only one Al Wagner. Al bunks in Headquarters Company, 306th, and has played all over the regimental area held down by Col. Vidner’s men. The piano is his first love but he shows absolute impartiality nowadays that he's in the army fighting for democracy, and plays practically every instrument in the band. His familiarity with the keys of both hues on the pianoforte has made it easy for him to obtain the confidence of the trombone, cornet, and others. Particularly has Al cultivated the good will and fellowship of this “slip-horn” which as one of the charter, foundation members of the jazz band won so many supporters in this country lately. He plays the trombone with both of those necessary earmarks, ease and celerity. Al helped the Upton Four in their harmony creations with his piano skill and general musical gift to do acrobatics with harmony.

There's not a man in the camp who didn't rejoice in the success of Colonel Moss's Buffaloes had recently in New York at their big parade and show at the Manhattan Opera House. The 367th lads are popular as a regiment in camp, and no one is slow to hand them what's their due. It is learned with as much keen satisfaction as the regiment's own feel that over $4000 was made on the show. That Governor Whitman spoke highly of them as troops and that universal and glad acclaim was accorded all along the line of march.

The happiest crowd in camp is the universal declaration after a trip through the 367th section. And these Buffaloes have been happy from the dismal rainy, cold day day when the first increment hopped off the train with a grin and a song that have been theirs ever since. They'll be grinning and smiling and singing when the prominent Atlantic Ocean is crossed. They're developing into fighters. It's an imposing sight to see them hurdling and hopping about with their bayonets in the drill area at Third Avenue and Tenth Street. Sergt. Major Covington has a class in bayonet work that has the determination. All through their preparatory training they have been willing and quick to catch on. Their Colonel, James E. Moss, their Buffalo auditorium, their band, led by Sergt Egbert Thompson, their welfare organization, their parade and New York show, their singing have helped develop the Buffaloes into a real regiment.

Major and Private in this Boche-Hunting Division Formerly Under Dome Where T. and C. Is Made

Trio of Living Links Between Readers and Makers of Soldiers’ Own Paper.

            Yes, Inquiring Anxious One, Trench and Camp has to be printed before it comes to Camp Upton, and the printing, if you wish to be detained further, is done in The New York World “factory.” This is a tale of how readers and makers of Trench and Camp are bound together by some the red-blooded fighting men in the Metropolitan Division. Herewith are two likenesses, one of the popular Division Majors and a private— Major Bozeman Bulger, Second Battalion, 306th Infantry, and Private “Bill” Meyers, Company C, 308th Infantry.

            Both formerly did their daily stint under the World Dome. Both are now in this Hun-spanking Long Island outfit pausing here momentarily before leaping at the Boche throat. Major Bulger was one of the best known sporting editors we had, and sportdom far and wide knew his language-tossing wizard of The Evening World. He originally dawned on New York from Danville, Tallapoosa County, Tenn., where he had practices law and told stories of a rarer vintage than any wafted along Park Row hitherto. He was in Alabama regiment during the Spanish-American, and when the United States declared for the present terrestrial fracas went to Plattsburg.

            Private Bill has lots of friend under the dome who are pulling for him as a doughboy. He used to be in the mail list composing room of The World. Another Uptonite who is linked up to the place where Trench and Camp is manufactured, fabricated, assembled, or what-you-will, is Private Eugene Francis Brown 304th F. A. Private Brown has been one of the pioneers in carrying American language as she is known to non-U.S. speaking enlisted men. His father “Jimmy” Brown is one of the veterans in The World mechanical department. He is stereotyper and he handles the “mats” which figure prominently in getting this here, now Soldiers’ Own Paper to this section of Suffolk county every week.




            When the tuneful Orpheus Four of Los Angeles was in camp for a week during the winter, Mr. Glasse, Manager, announced that records were being made of some of their songs. These records have now been made, according to Mr. Glasse, and can be secured from the Orpheus Music Company, No. 1939 South 17th Street, Philadelphia. “A Perfect Day” and “The Long, Long Trail” are two of the popular songs which the Orpheus boys have had canned.



Their Intentions Were the Best, But Can’t Reason With Mud.

            Forty members of the 302d Supply Train have started a new camp custom— getting passes and spending them at one of the popular local post exchanges or other resorts. Not that they began the custom voluntarily. They had secured passes to go to Port Jefferson and see their basketball team play the Naval Reserve five. The Royal Rooters filled a couple of big army trucks, and the team embarked in a flivver. The trucks were mired just outside of camp. Everything was done to move them onward and make the passes worth something. A cleaver, for instance, was introduced to persuade a pet-cock out of its obstinacy. Nothing availed and the boys marched with their passes to A. M. and C. where they put in several riotous hours squandering a fat excess from the last thirty per.

            The team got to the Port all right and trimmed the Reserves handily, 29 to 17.



            During the last week the K. of C. in camp has featured moving pictures in two of its buildings to fill the gap caused by the completion of the boxing and basketball schedules. Some big feature reels were shown and the men had a chance to study their marching form in three issues of the weeklies.

            Barrack and hospital work has also taken up more than its allotted time, and emergency calls for more stationary and games have gone out to the Headquarters in New Haven.

            The Knights of Columbus Camp Upton Auxiliary, the organization that has been putting joy into life around these parts all winter through its Saturday programme, which provided for dancing partners and refreshments for the patrons of the two Knights of Columbus huts, has now done something even more practical. On their visits to camp, the feminine eye of the auxiliary detected the wonderful possibilities of the new desolate Knights of Columbus porches and a benefit bridge party was rushed through. The result is that the truck company is now being called upon daily by the Upton Boulevard headquarters dos see that its shipments of wicker divans and old rose and ecru electroliers are sent through.

            Recently the Auxiliary came down again in force and varied its usual programme by canvassing for men in need of comfort kits. Of course, the search was flatteringly productive and the Knights of Columbus men are familiar to the old timers who recall the Christmas season when most of the division went to the Upton Boulevard Building to get the packages due to arrive via the free delivery service.



            News from the Base Hospital doing the past week has been rather thin and scattering, without even a good dog gift to liven up matters. So the local correspondent will have a hard job earning his usual salary this week.

            The nearest thing to a sensation has been the restricting of daily attendance at the Post Exchange. Recently, by order of Major Jay D. Whitham, patients have been forbidden to congregate in this club, and each yardmaster has had to act as quartermaster sergeant in the purchase of camels, bags of peanuts and zuzu wafers. Some of the yardmasters have felt the responsibility of such public office too great, as in the case of yardmaster who found when the day’s marketing was over that he was $1.20 out of pocket.

            Naturally, they are bashful about serving on this kind of munitions-buying commission, and patients are hoisting distress signals for the folks at home to hurry up supplies. And now the exchange is open for business with men of the detachment only from 9:30 to 10 A.M., from 12 to 1 P.M., and from 4 to 9 P.M., thereby saving the pool tables from breaking down under the strain. However the boys don't mind as they have plenty of time in the evening which to indulge a passion for sarsaparilla.

            Entertainments keep coming— it seems as if nothing could stop them. Chief of them all was a performance of “A Little Savage” by Valley Stream players, who gave this amusing three-act comedy here in the afternoon as a warming-up gallop to its production at the Y. M. C. A. Auditorium that evening. All the audience enjoyed it— even the act in which chairs served as tree stumps— and everyone wanted to know if Miss Ann Inzonka, who played the title role, acted so savage in real life.

            Then Fred F. Boniface sang a series of ballads here as part of his tour of the camp, including “Invictus,” which made the boys assume determined looks. A few days ago a party of bon vivants, chaperoned by Sergt. Burroughs and composed of such men about camp as Sergt. Slattery, Sergt. Klein, Buster Neaves, Sam Green, and Red Reaves, went to town and looked the Winter Garden over. It is hardly expected that the Winter Garden management will return the compliment by sending here a deputation of the chorus.

            An officer who inspected one of the wards under the supervision of his friend, Major Graeme Hammond, wrote in his report, “Ward all right, except that Major Hammond neglected to leave cigars.”


About the Doughboy Who’s No Slowboy and Going Over Well-Known Top

            There’s a chorus to the song which the boys of Company G, 305th, chant that puts a pinch into everything they do and makes them confident that they're going to lead something or somebody over the top, if its only a song. “When we go over the two we’ll never stop till there’s not another German left to drop,” is the way the chorus swings in part. Capt. Fogarty is the object of the praiseworthy ditty, written by Corpl. W. A. Wilander. A quartet of non-coms— Corpla. Burr, Wilander and Sheridan and Sergt. Ritter— helps troll the song properly. This 305th company has revised the company fund idea somewhat and has a Welfare Fund Club, represented by Lieut. R. Parks, Corpl. L. Ostrow, Sergt. Dill, Corpl. Maloney, Sergt. McCarthy and Private Goetz. In addition, Privates Reich, Karraus and Picatoff have helped in remodeling the mess-room interior by donating various articles. That room is now a homelike “parlor,” with curtains, small lamps and “general atmosphere.”

            And speaking of company songs, as the foregoing paragraph did a little, there is the infantry song which Sergt. Michael Markels of Capt. Holahan’s company,  K, 307th, has written about “The Doughboy Who Is No Slowboy” and “ The Artillery’s Fine, but a Rifle for Mine.” The significant thing is that Sergt. Markets, who was getting a thousand a month leading his own society jazz orchestra before he entered the service, is “hot” for the infantry, and wouldn't change for any lighter job. He wants to throw his hard muscled hundred and eighty pounds, which is the reduction from two hundred or more—manual labor!— at some Hun and make him realize that a civilian can become an American soldier, and a good one.



Is Now Hard at Soldiering Business— A French-Canadian

            There may be French-Canadians who don't like to contemplate the smoke of battle, but Private Joseph Alexander Durocher of the 302d Ammunition Train doesn't like to be considered one. He is from a French-Canadian family now living in Montreal, and came to New York to enlist in the American Army. He has a brother in the Empire Division of Spartanburg. For a number of months the A. T. private was a member of the Canadian Mounted Police and has had some experiences scouring Canada for lawbreakers. He is one of the few men who claim that he guard house is a good institution. For six weeks Durocher was a prisoner doing a little A. W. O. L. time, and he says that the lesson he learned has made a real soldier out of him. And now he's working for those chevron things.



            The “movie” programmes put on at the Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street “Y” Hut lately are right up to the minute feature stuff, and the boys of the camp who are movie fans are fining out where to go when they want to be sure of a good show. Private M. G. Felder, Company I, 307th, has made possible many of these showings, which are presented trough the courtesy of Company I and the film corporations in New York City. Among the pictures shown lately have been William Hart in “The Narrow Trail,” George Walsh in “This Is the Life,” Anna Luther in “Her Father’s Station,” Mack Swain in “Ambrose’s Icy Love,” Harry Carey in “A Marked Man,” John McGraw in “One Touch of Nature,” and others.

            Lieut. Field of Company E. has also brought a number of feature pictures to the programme, including William Farnum in “The Conqueror” and Harold Lockwood in “The Underhandycap.”


            Sergt. Major Greenhut is taking daily recreation in exercising the decrepit steed of the Depot Brigade. They let him take out the brigade cripple, a perfectly good horse, with four legs and a docile temperament. It is a self-starter, low slung, with two speeds, dead slow and stop, and Greenhut has lots of time to enjoy the beauties of the landscape and sunset when he reads this steed, Turning the corner at 19th Street and Second Avenue the other day, a friend espied him and cried: “Hello, S’Major, better jump inside and pull the curtains!”


Baseball Germ in the Air in Clouds and Every One Succumbs— Camp Will Have Many Teams Working

Every Piece of Equipment in Demand, Bats, Gloves, Balls Shanghaied.

            According to the comprehensive plan for baseball activity in all camps announced by Dr. Raycroft of the Fosdick Commission, metropolitan division fans and fanatics are beginning o scan the spring horizon for those tiny clouds which indicate the approaching baseball downpour. The informal flinging of the pill would seem to point to about ten out of every ten men being possible baseball material. Every area is occupied by pitchers warming up, catchers getting down the old peg to second, infielders practicing their craft and outfielders chasing the festive fly.

            Every scrap if baseball equipment that could be shanghaied into service has found its way to the outer air, and “More!” is the very on every hand. Capt. Frank Glick, division athletic officer; Berton P. Bryant, Y. M. C. A. physical director, and every other physical expert in the “Y” Hut and K. of C. Clubhouse has been besieged for something to wield, catch with or fling. Indoor balls, medicine balls, soccer spheroids, everything, is serving the one aim of warming ‘em up and putting them into midseason form.

            The plan is to start with company teams. Every company is to have nine good men and true. Each regiment will put its stars into the diamond and old division championship will be argued for as heavily as the supremacy in basketball, football and boxing has been made a source of struggle. There is every probability that in good time games will be arranged with other camps. Devens, Dix and some other others had best beware of the bunch representing Upton, where everything grows big and formidable. For, if the vacant lot activity means anything, there are some Ty Cobbs and Hal Chases lurking here and three among the stumps, clad in simple olive drab— not the stumps, but the baseballists.


Devens Boys Declare Upton Best There Is.

            The boys who have been transferred to Upton from Devens are unanimous in passing upon the the Long number of them in Company D, 307th Infantry, declare they “wish to express their appreciation for the kindness extended to them on their arrival.” WE are a willing set of men, and our motto is “All for one and one for all! WE shall do all in our power to make good in ‘the best company in the best regiment.’”

            Hank Hulschaff and his banjo lived hing during the trip from Devens. Eddie Duffy offers some Devens songs for the homesick. Mike White has been used to wearing stiff shirts in Lockport and wonders why he army doesn't starch them. Bill Leyden is the strangely melancholy and claims his girl doesn't know his address. It is suggested that he send her a return envelope. Ex-Alderman Billy Dikab, it is thought will be able to right-shoulder-arms when he meets his friend Mayor Gold of Lockport—wherever that is.



            Yaphank’s fight fans are interested in the soldier boxing Saturday night, April 6, in the 12th Regiment Armory, Columbus Avenue and 62nd street. The entertainment is provided by the New York Athletic Club, an organization that has made itself solid here by a number of notable athletic benefactions. It is for enlisted men in the United States and Allied services, and is by request of New York War Camp Community Service.

            Sleeping accommodations have been provided for enlisted men also by this splendid service. They are: Unit No. 5 49-55 West 27th Street, open all night; St. Bartholomew’s Unit 209 West 42nd Street, open until 1 A.M.; 44th Street House, 247 East 44th Street, open all night. Upton men are welcome and further information may be obtained at W. C. C. S. Harvard Unit, 3rd Street and Seventh Avenue, opposite Pennsylvania Station; W. C. C. S. Unit No. 2 539 Seventh Avenue near 39th Street; W. C. C. S. Unit No. 3 East 41st Street near Grand Central Terminal.



            The Alumni Association of the College of the City of New York invites graduates and former students who are in uniform to be its guests at the annual social reunion, Hotel Ansonia, Broadway and 73rd Street, Saturday April 6, at 8:35 P.M.



            First Sergeant Al Grimes, Company A, 306th, didn't win any medals in the division boxing championships. In fact, he wasn't in them. But Corpl. Nathan Freytag and others in the gallant company commanded by Capt. Crawford Blagden, old Harvard football star, claim that the Sarge is there when it comes to natural, inborn ability to fight. Grimes has challenged all the neighboring barracks to battles and Freytag claims that he’ll be greatly pleased when the Suivez-Moi  boys get over there so that something besides beds and other unwieldy objects may be used as weapons. And, harking back up to those boxing days recently wound up by the big outdoor championships, Private Leo Lewis. Company E., Capt. F. Eliot Adams, says he hopes they'll feed Over There in preparation for fights like they did here before the division bouts— milk, pork chops, eggs.


M. P. Boys, Including Some Vet. N. Y. “Cops,” Know Active Service

Have Known Calls at Odd Hours and Hold Record for Man-Catching

            One organization in Upton, by the nature of its duties, doesn't have to wait until getting across to put in a few real licks at active service— the M. P.’s— and let a trio of lusty cheers sera over vale and hill, likewise dale and well-known copse (the “r” being silent, as in “milk”). The Military Police lads, memories of whose courteous, efficient work visitors carry away under their swelling buzums, know what it is to be called bout on a commission at 2 or 3 in the A. M., like a doctor or anything. Recently they nabbed a wrongdoer in the fastest time ever known on Long Island for bagging a crook. A scouting party was sent out on horseback, and they scoured and scouted until their man realized it was no use trying to escape further, or farther. They're a great lot, mounted, being classes as “mounted infantry.” Among them are several New York policemen who've served a noteworthy apprenticeship as man-catching Manhattan minions of the law. One of these, a typical M. P., is shown herewith—Private John Fusa, 1st Company, Troop 1. Private Fusa was formerly attached to the old Sixth Precinct, Elizabeth Street, New York.

Private John Fuse


One Hauled Material for Beginning— Has Carried Bread, Coal, Trenches

            The life of an Upton motor truck is as full of interest as that of a young setter pup, and the fellows who are back of the countless big lorries and other vehicles are a great lot. They have had some hard, grinding work, but their part in building the camp from its dusty, stumpy infancy has been big.

            There’s a typical lorry in M. T. Co. 326, the port of call for Ritchie Ryan and other Big Game Scrappers, that’s been pulling and hauling ever since July, when She used to cart lumber for barracks. D. C. Hendrickson has even the pilot most of that time. He hauled much of the material for the base hospital, carried tons of coal for camp, conveyed square miles of bread and has been mixing into things generally since Upton was nothingness. One of this truck’s commissions was carrying “Our Answer,” the trenches which Capt. Mille’s Company G, 308th, featured in the 308th circus parade.
The open air division boxing championships which Benny Leonard and Capt. Frank Glick so successfully conducted are not such ancient history that the accompanying drawing will not be of interest. It commemorates the day when gold Rodman Wanamaker medals were given the fistic premiere of camp and silver ones were passed across to the second beats. The firsts, you'll recall are: Heavyweight, John Gaddl, 306th Infantry; Light Heavyweight, "Knockout" Brennan, 304th Machine Gun Battalion; Featherweight, Hans Schroeder, 306th Field Artillery; Lightweight, Ritchie Ryan, 326th Motor Truck Company; Welterweight, Joe Tiplitz, 308th Infantry; Middleweight "Tex" Kelly, 379th Motor Truck Company.

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