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Thortday, March 21, 1M8.
(Continued from last week) Theu vo started our march up to the line In ten-kilo treks. After the flrsl day's march we arrived at our rest billets. In France they call them resl billets, because while in them Tomraj works seven days a week and on the eighth day of the week he is given I Bill.' twenty-four hfurs "on his own." Our billet was a spacious affair, a large barn on the left side of the road. which had one hundred entrances, ninety-nine for shells, rats, wind and rain, and the hundredth one for Tom my. I was tired out, and using my shrapnel-proof helmet (shrapnel proof until a piece of shrapnel hits it), or tin hat, for a pillow, lay down iu the straw, and was soon fast asleep. I must have slept about two hours, when I awoke with a prickling sensation all over me. As I thought, the straw had worked through my uniform. I woke up the fellow lying on my left, who had been up the line before, and asked him: "Does the straw bother you, mate? It's worked through my uniform and I can't sleep." In a sleepy voice he answered, "That ain't straw, them's cooties." From that time on my friends the "cooties" were constantly with me. "Cooties," or body lice, are the bane of Tommy's existence. The aristocracy of the trenches very seldom call them "cooties," they speak of them as fleas. To an American flea means a small Insect armed with a bayonet, who is wont to jab it into you and then hop skip and jump to the next place to be attacked. There is an advantage in having fleas on you instead of "cooties'" in that in one of his extended jumps said flea is liable to land on the fel low next to you he has the typical energy and push of the American, while the "cootie" has the bulldog tenacity of the Englishman he holds on and consolidates or digs in until his meal is finished. There is no way to get rid of them permanently. No matter how often you bathe, and that is not very often, or how many times you change your underwear, your friends the "cooties" are always in evidence. The billets are infested with them, especially there is straw on the floor. TOP 11 AN ANiiWOU 50I.Mr.lt WIIO WENT MACHINE: GMEUERYINO ©1917 BY ARTHUR CUY EMPt If SO I have taken a bath and put on brand-new underwear in fact, a com plete change of uniform, and then turned in for the night. The next morn ing my shirt would be full of them. It is a common sight to see eight or ten soldiers sitting under a tree with their shirts over their knees engaging In a "shirt hunt." At night about half an hour before "lights out," you can see the Tommies grouped around a candle, trying, in Its dim light, to rid their underwear of the vermin. A popular and very quick method is to take your shirt and draw ers, and run the seams back and for ward in the flame from a candle and burn them out. This practice is dan gerous, because you fire liable to burn holes in the garments if you are not icareful. Recruits generally sent to Blighty for a brand of insect powder adver tised as "Good for body lice." The ad vertisement is quite right the powder is good for "cooties they simply thrive on it. The older men of our battalion were wiser and made seratehers out of wood. These were rubbed smooth with a bit of stone or sand to prevent splin ters. They were about eighteen inches long, and Tommy guarantees that a scratcher of this length will reach any part of the body which may be at tacked. Some of the fellows were lazy and only made their seratehers twelve inches, but many a night when on guard, looking over the top from the fire step of the front-line trench, they would have given a thousand "quid" for the other six inches. Once while we were in rest billets an Irish Hussar regiment camped in an open field opposite our billet. After they had picketed and fed their horses, a general shirt hunt took piace. The troopers ignored the call "Dinner up." find kept on with their search for big game. They had a curious method of procedure. They hung their shirts over a hedge and beat thern with their en trenching tool handles. I asked one of them why they didn't pick them off by hand, and he an swered, "We haven't had a bath for nine weeks or a change of clabber. If tried to pick the 'cooties' off my shirt. I would be here for duration of war." After taking a close look at his shirt, I agreed with him it was alive. The greatest shock a recruit gets when he arrives at his battalion in France is to see the men engaging in a "cootie" hunt. With on air of con tempt and disgust he avoids the com pany of the older men. until a couple of days later, in a torment of itching, he also has Jo resort to a shirt hunt. lor spend many a sleepless night o? misery. During these hunts there are lots of pertinent remarks bandied back 1 3T05FT. IM.WIDTH and forth among the explorers, such American named Stewart. I as, "Say, Bill. I'll swap you two little I For the next ten days,we "rested." ones for a big one," or, "I've got a repairing roads for the Frenchies, drill black one here that looks like Kaiser One sunny day in the front-line trench, I saw three officers sitting out side of tlieir dugout ("cooties" are no respecters of rank I have even noticed a suspicious uneasiness about a certain well-known general), one of them was COMMUNICATIO. TRENCH sweetheart and that he wrote to her every day. Just imagine it, writing a love letter during a "cootie" hunt but such is the c*eed of the trenches. CHAPTER III. I Go to Church. C. of E„ meaning Church of Eng land R. C.. Itoman Catholic W., Wes leyan P., Presbyterian but if you happened to be an atheist they left it blank, and just handed you a pick and •shovel. On my disk was stamped C. of E. This is how I got it: The lieuten ant who enlisted me asked my religion. I was not sure of the religion of the British army, so I answered, "Oh, any old thing," and he promptly put down C. of E. Now, just imagine my hard luck. Out of five religions I was unlucky enough to pick the only one where church parade was compulsory! The next morning was Sunday. I was ting in thft billet writing home to niv sister telling her of my wonder ful exploits while under fire—all re cruits do this. The sergeant major put his head in the door of the billet and shouted "C. of E. outside for church parade!" I kept on writing. Turning to me. in a loud voice, he asked, "Empey, aren't you C. of E.?" I answered, "Yep." In an angry tone, he commanded, "Don't you 'yep' me. Say, 'Yes, ser geant major.'" "I did so. Somewhat mollified, he ordered, "Outside for church parade." I looked up and answered, "I am not going to church this morning.". He said, "Oh. yes, you are!" I answered, "Oh, no, I'm not!"—But I went. We lined up outside with rifles and tiavonets. 120 ..rounds oi. innmuniti'j:-. Diagram Showing Typical Front-Lina and Communication Trenches. a major, two of them were exploring their shirts, paying no attention to the occasional shells which passed over head. The major was writing a letter every now and then he would lay aside his writing-pad, search his shirt for a few minutes, get an inspiration, and then resume writing. At last he fin* Ished his letter and gave It to his "run ner." I was curious to see whether he was writing to an insect firm, so when the runner passed me I engaged him in conversation and got a glimpse at the address on the envelope. It was addressed to Miss. Alice Somebody,, in London. The "runner" informed me that Miss Somebody was the major's' plane and I wondered how he could tell Upon enlistment we had identity disks issued to us. These were small disks of red fiber worn around the neck by means of a string. Most of the Tom mies also used a little metal disk which they wore around the left wrist by means of a chain. They had previous ly figured it out that if their heads were blown off. the disk on the left wrist would identify thern. If they lost their left arm the disk around the neck would serve the purpose, but if their head and left arm were blown off, no were inarchin did not matter. On one side of the disk was inscribed your rank, name, number and battalion, while on the other was stumped your religion. one would care who they were, so It! singing one of Tommy's trench ditties: wearing our tin hats, and tin march to church began. After marching a6o9t Ave kilos, we turned off the road Into bn open field. At one end of this field the chaplain was standing In a limber. NVe formed a semicircle around him. Overhead there was a black speck cir cling round and round In the sky. This was a German Fokker. The chaplain had a book in his left hand—left eye on the book—right eye on the airplane. We Tommies were lucky, we had no books, so had both eyes on the air plane. After church parade we were marched hack to our billets, and played football all afternoon. CHAPTER IV. "Into the Trench." The next morning the draft was in spected by our general, and we were assigned to different companies. The boys in the brigade had nicknamed this general Old Pepper, and lie cer tainly earned the sobriquet. I was as signed to compauy with another ing, and digging bombing trenches. One morning we were informed that we were going up the line, and our march began. It took us three days to reach re serve billets—each day's march bring ing the sound of the guns nearer and hearer. At night, way off In the dls- tance we could see their flashes, which lighted up the sky with a red glare. Against the horizon we could see numerous observationlmlloons or "sau sages" as they are called. On the afternoon of the third day's march I witnessed my first airplane being shelled. A thrill ran through ine and I gazed in awe. The airplane was making wide circles in the air, while little puffs of white smoke were burst ing all around it. These puffs appeared like tiny balls of cotton while after each .burst could be heard a dull "plop." 'The sergeant o? uiy platoon informed us that it was a German air- from such a distance because the plane seemed like a little black speck in the sky. I expressed my doubt as to whether It was English, French or Ger man. With a look of contempt he fur ther informed us that the allied anti aircraft shells when exploding emitted white smoke while the German shells gave forth black smoke, and, as he ex pressed it, "It must be an Allemand be cause our pom-poms are shelling, and I know our batteries are not off their bally nappers and are certainly not strafeing our own planes, and another piece of advice—don't chuck your weight about until you've been up the line and learnt something." I immediately quit "chucking my weight about" from that time on. Just before reaching reserve billets along, laughing, and I want to home, I want to ko home, I don't want to go to the trendies no more Where sausages and whizz-hangs are f?a lor». Take me over the sea, Where the Alle mand can't get at me. Oh, my, I don't want to die, I want to go home—" when overhead came a "swish" through the air, rapidly followed by three oth ers. Then about two hundred yards to our left in a large field, four columns of black earth and smoke rose into the air, and the ground trembled from trie report—the explosion of four German five-nine's, or "eoalboxes." A sharp whistle blast, immediately followed by two short ones, rang out from the head of our column. This was to take up "artillery formation." We divided into small squads and went into the fields on the right and left of the road, and crouched on the ground. No other shells followed this salvo. It was our first baptism by shell lire. From the waist up I was all enthusiasm, but from there down, everything was missing. I thought I should die with fright. ifibuoiufl unArniv A E R_S brollen and pallet* chiokibnlld Aiwayp UKMEBY mst kg AfMF (While, we reformed lnto col* nmns of fours, and proceeded on our way. About five that night, we reached the ruined village of and I got my first sight of the awful destruction caused by German Kultur. Marching down the main street we came to the heart of the village, and took up quarters In sliellproof cellars (shellproof until hit by a shell). Shells A Bomb Proof. were constantly whistling over the vil lage and bursting in our rear, search ing for our artillery. These cellars were cold, damp and smelly, and overrun with large rats— big -black fellows. Most of the Tom mies slept with their overcoats over their faces. I did not. In the middle of the night I woke up in terror. The cold, clammy feet tf a rat had passed over my face. I immediately smoth ered myself in my overcoat, but could not sleep for the rest of that night. The Willard brand is more than a name. It's a sign of reliability, responsibility and protection to the buyer who wants the genuine Willard Bat tery with Threaded Rubber Insulation. The Willard brand means a hotter spark a quicker start Next evening, we took over our sec tor of the line. In single file we wend ed our way through a zigzag com munication trench, six inches deep with mud. This trench was called "Whisky street." On our way up to the front line an occasional flare of bursting shrapnel would light up the sky and we could hear the fragments slapping the ground above u's on out right and left. Then a Fritz would traverse back and forth with his "type writer" or machine gun. The bullets made a sharp cracking noise overhead. The boy in front of me named Pren tice crumpled up without a word. A piece of shell had gone through his I shrapnel-proof helmet. I felt sick and weak. In about thirty minutes we reached the front line. It was dark as pitch. Every now and then a German star shell would pierce the blackness out in front with its silvery light. 1 was trembling all over, and felt very lonely and afraid. All orders were given in whispers. The company we relieved filed past us and disappeared into the blackness of the communication trench leading to the rear. 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