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I 1 Pl Bro nJ ill' I • K 1 " w fW i L * v Ci Up \ : <' 1 1/T ft! k i c ji! yij THENCH ANO CAMP CAMP HANCOCK, Augusta, Ga. EDITION, 12,000. GEO. B. LANDls":.nd J. EDGAR PROBYN, Editors. Published gratis by THE HERALD PUBLISHING CO., Augusta, Ga. ISSUED EVERY? IDNESDAY. Vol. 1— 14, 19-17.—Np. 6. Application has been made for TRENCH and CAMP for entry as ZZ il Matter of the Second Class at the Au gusta, Ga., Postoffiee. This edition of Trench and Camp is limited to 12,000 copies. An effort will be made to place one or more copies in every tent. If parties are desirous of other copies, application should be made to the nearest Y. M. C. A. building, where they will be gladly furnished as long as they last. As the edition is limited to 12,000 copies, please do not throw your copy away, when you are through with it. Pass it on to some other fellow. News items, personals, programs, meetings, announcements, etc., from all the units in the camp will be welcomed by Trench and Camp and printed as far as space per mits. These communications can be left with secretaries at any of the Y. M. C. A. buildings and will be turned over to the editors. All copy should be turned in as early as possible. No copy can be hand led later than Monday noon, pre ceding date of issue. Trench and Camp will be issued every Wed nesday by THE AUGUSTA HERALD, Publishers of the Camp Hancock Edition of Trench and Camp. CHRISTMAS PACKAGES. Already there is talk of Christmas—the world’s most joyous season. Postmaster General Burleson has announced that Christmas packages for soldiers and sail or: overseas must be mailed prior to No vember 15th io insure delivery by Christ mas m-pni'g. If you have not sent your friend in France a t.'ken, you have one day more in which to dispatch it. More important than the time of send ing is the matter of how they are sent. The postal authorities at Camp Hancock, who handle mail for only 30.000 soldiers, have had a great problem on their hands by reason of so many packages arriving in a dilapidated condition. The writer has had two boxes broken open in transit and the contents smeared all over, the box. making them unfit to eat. We have seen some letters returned, broken open and badly torn, indicative of the rough treatment they receive’in trans it north.. We cannot impress too strong ly o nthe folks back home, as well as the men in camp, the great importance of packing edibles in a stout box or tin, taking every precaution to safeguard them. When mail bags, heavily laden, are piled one on the other, the bottom' baas are bound to suffer and if the wrap ping is not well done, the frail pasteboard box is liable to suffer. Another thing: Address all mail care fully. See that the name, company, regi ment or name of the unit, are written legibly, with the name of the sender in the left-hand corner, for return pur poses, These suggestions, if followed, will insure that Christmas box of goodies arriving at any camp in this country or abroad. AUTOCRACY MUST GO. Is it not a shame that, the world should have been so disturbed; that peaceful men are compelled to lie out in the mud and filth in the depth of raw winter, shot at and stormed, at and shelled, waiting for a chance to murder some other inoffen sive fellow creature? Why must the peo ple in old Poland die of hunger, not find ing dogs enough to eat in the streets of Lemberg? The long lines of broken peas ants in Serbia and in Rumania; the popu lation of Belgium and Northern France torn from thir homes to work as slaves for the Germans; the poor prisoners of war starving in their huts or working in factories and mines; the cries of the old and the children, wounded by bombs frsm Zeppelins; the wails of the mothers for their sons; the very rustling of the air as the souls of the ten million dead sweep to another world—why must all these horrors come upon a fair green earth where we believed that love and help and friendship, genius and science and commerce and religion and civiliza tion once ruled? The very bodies of those ten million killed, if placed end to end in two lines, would reach from New York to San Fran cisco. Think of traveling this distance between a double line of staring corpses. It is because in the dark, cold northern plains of Germany there exists an auto cracy, deceiving a great people, poisoning their minds from one generation to an other and preaching the virtue and ne cessity of war. And until that autocracy is either wiped cut or made powerless there can be no peace on earth.—Ambas sador Gerard, formerly minister to Ger many. Page 4 TRENCH AND CAM! CHRONICLE_PRAISES MEN. In a leading editorial recently, in which the editor of the Augusta Chron icle welcomed Governor Brumbaugh, some kind words were written about the men at Camp Hancock. They should cause every man with any sense of pride to feel a deeper sense of re sponsibility in measuring up to the high standard already set. Following are extracts from the editorial; The Chronicle can speak without hesitancy for the whole of Augusta on these points—they are the toast of the town. Never in anyone’s experience have so large a body of men, from any walk of life, been known to so well measure-up to all the best standards of citizen ship; nor has Augusta ever come in contact with so large a body of men who are their equals in sol dierly bearing and conduct. Confidentially, Governor Brum- . baugh, we have made home folks of them, from the highest officer to the newest, private; and we have done this, not solely out of consid eration for them as visitors, but because they won our admiration and friendship and because we want to know such men better and have them in our homes. Pennsylvania has every right to be proud of such a body of men, and Augusta con siders herself exceptionally for tunate in having the Pennsylvania division encamped here. And, also, this, governor—you are going to see the best military camp today that you ever saw in your life. There’s no brag about that; just a plain self-evident fact. Your boys are down here enjoying a cli mate that we, ordinarily, during the winter months, charge any where from ten to twenty dollars a day for, room and board includ ed; and all the money of Pennsyl vania, or of the national govern ment couldn’t buy a better winter climate anywhere. "MOST BRUTAL POWER WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN.” It is hard for the American mind to conceive the depths of brutality and barbariety to which the Germans have gone in the war. Many of the tales which have been authenticated with out a shadow of doubt are so horrible in their details, that they cannot be printed and one is half inclined to doubt. Our ideals are so far above German ethics of brutal force that our minds can scarcely grasp the in famy to which the Germans have gone in their campaign of xerroi-sm. Our soldiers must realize this and while it seems like inspiring hate, the plain facts must be known before our men go over the top. The Atlanta Con stitution says: We need not admit the possibil ity of German air raids in Ameri can cities to recognize that real perils exist—though it is worth not ing that such raids are considered quite probable by so informed and conservative a man as Dr. Lyman B. Powell, president of Hobart College, who recently returned from the war zone. It Is not needful that we become alarmed; indeed, alarm would play directlyinto the German scheme. But it is import ant that we realize fully and vivid ly the fact that our country is at war with the most brutal power the world has ever known, a power whose particular forte is to kill helpless civilians —women and children as well as men—and whose favorite means of warfare are arson on land and assassina tion at sea. The sooner we realize the inhuman and altogether des perate character of this enemy, the better will it be for all the things we hold dear; and the sooner we can muster our utmost strength to crush that enemy, the better will it be for America and for mankind. STUPIDITY OF PACIFISTS. “What I am opposed to is not the feeling of the pacifists, but their stu pidity. My heart is with them, but inv mind ha's a contempt for them. “WE WANT PEACE, BUT I KNOW HOW TO KET IT, AND THEY DO NOT. “You will notice that I sent a friend of mine, Colonel House, to Europe, who .is as great a lover of peace as any man in the world; but I did not send hint on a peace mission; I sent him to take part in a conference as to how the war was to be won; and he knows, as I know, that that is the way to get peace, if you want it for more than a few min utes.” —President Wilson at Buffalo- A NOBLE UTTERANCE. “My fellow-citizens, the reason I came away from Washington is that I sometimes get lonely down there. I have to come away from Washington and talk to men who are up against the real thing and say to them, 1 am with you if you are with me.’ And the only test of being with me is not to think about me personally at all, but merely to think of me as the expres soin, for the time being, of the power and dignity and hope of the United States.” —From President Wilson’s ad dress on Monday before the American Federation of Labor in Buffalo. The famous Lafayette Escadrille of American flyers, which has been part of the French army, will soon be trans ferred to the American army in France. Each man will be given a handsome engraved certificate, in recognition of his services. One hundred and sixty will be presented PAY DAY BRINGS JOY (With Apologies to K. C. B.) (Apologies to K. C. B.) As I SIT ♦ * * * * And wonder WHY ***** Army life IS ***** So hard, STILL I have CONSOLATION * In KNOWING That I MUST • * * * * Make the BEST ***** Os a BAD ♦ * * ♦ * JOB * * * « « A am SERVING ***** My COUNTRY ***** And I SWELL ***** With PRIDE ***** That I AM **»** Wearing Uncle SAM'S ***** Uniform and KNOWING ***** I am NOT ***** A SLACKER ***** And STAY ***** At home WITH ***** The women AND Herding BEHIND * * * ***** A PETTICOAT They will then KNOW I have not RUNNING ♦ * * * * Up my BACK ♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦ Yellow STREAK ♦ * * * * Like a BANANA ***** Still I grieve BUT ***** Tomorrow I SHALL ***** be happy FOR * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ The CAPTAIN ***** Said it would BE ***** Pay DAY. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ LETTERS OF A CONSCRIPT By Henry. NO. 1. Deer Folks at Home: Well, here I am in the army. They sent all us drafted fellers doun here, and toald us to take off our reglar close and put on soljer’s close. That’s just what I wanted to do, for I prom ised Maggie to send her my pitcher in fifin' unaform. Maw, you know you wrote to Pres. Wilson and asked him if I cud be a general or major or somethun. 1 ast the big gun here, the feller they call the lootenant, about it. He sed he hadn’t got no word as yet from the Pres. He sed until he got word about it 1 cud be a private. So I stuck up “Private” over my tent so the ordinary guys would know who I wuz. Say they sure are strickt on us fel lers in the army. We have to do what the big gun tells us roost of the time. Theys a bigger boss than the looten ant, tho. They call him the sarjent. I think he owns most of the guns and tents and things. I guess he lets the government use them free in case of war. We took a hike the second day we were here. The coutry ain't like it is back in Missouri. Its southern, and raises darkies and cotton. I hoap I won’t has to stay here long, for I want to go to France rite away.. 1 ast the sarjent how long it would be till we could go. He sed we’d has to drill a few days and give them time to mend a hole in the boat that was to take us over or somethun. I guess we’ll be here all week or more. They make us drill most ever day and carry a gun, too. Say, Hank, you outer see my gun' It’s some baby. You know paw sed for me to take my own gun. which is some gun, Hank, that double-bareled one 1 got off Reu ben. But this army gun's got it beat for looks. They havn’t given us no shells yet, though I ast the sarjent for some when we went on the hike, for I wanted to shoot a crow. He sed they mite be some German spies around, and they’d hear it, so we couldn't shoot. Say they got a Y. M. C. A. down here. What do you know about that? I thot a Y. M. C. A. was a sort of Sun day School, but this ain't. Heaping you are the same, I ’xill tett you more about It htKl tiros. With love, HENRY. —O. K. A. Nov. 14, 1917. QUI VIVE By Grace Ellery Channing. (By Grace Ellery Channing.} Qui vive? Who passes by up there? Who moves—what stirs in the starred air? What whispers, thrills, exults up there? Qui vive? "The Flags of France.” What w..«d on a windless night is this That breathes as light as a lover’s kiss, That blows through the night with bugle notes, That streams like a pennant from a lance, That rustles, that floats? "The Flags of France." What richly moves, what lightly stirs Like a noble lady in a dance, When all men’s eyes are in love with her And needs must follow? "The Flags of France.” What calls to the heart —and the heart has heard, Speaks, and the soul has obeyed the word, S'.immons, and all the years advance, And the world goes forward with * France, with Franca? Who called? "The Flags of France.” Qui vive? Who comes? What ap proaches there ? What soundless tumult, what breath in the air Takes the breath in the throat, ths blood from the heart ? In a flame of dark, to the unheard beat Os an unseen drum and fleshless feet, Without glint of barrel or bayonets’ glance They approach—they come. Who comes (Hush! Hark!) “Qui vive?” "The Flags of France.” Uncover the head and knee)—kneel down, A monarch passes, without a crown. Let the proud tears fall but the heart beats high: The Greatest of All is passing by On its endless march in the endless plan: “Qui vive?” “The Spirit of Man.” “O, Spirit of Man, pass on! Advance!” And they who lead, who hold the van? Kneel down! “The Flags of France.” EPITAPHS ON THE KAISER Here lies the German Emperor. Oh, sing a joyful song! The Pearly Gates won’t let him in, And Hell won’t stand him long. “Me and God could not get along, For I was right and He was wrong.” Here lies Kaiser Wilhelm in his last, long sleep. Tears cannot call him back. Therefore we weep. Here lies Great Wilhelm —friend of God. It grieves one’s heart To think of friends now forced to dwell So far apart! His days of “Me and Gott” are past. Bill’s on the firing line at last. Here lies Bill, the Kaiser. Leaves his people sadder "Budweiser.” Here lies the Kaiser. Since he died The Lord can’t tell which way to side. HER FLAG. She looks and sees—through tears— His body’s slender staff. Through echoing yesterday she hears A baby’s happy laugh. She marked, with what delight, That first faint flush of rose: Now, in his cheek’s unweathered white The pulsing crimson glows. Tears?—Yes—but her “adieu” No craven impulse mars. She meets his eyes’ unfalteri-ng blue—* And there she sees the stars! —Jennie Betts Hartswick. SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITERS Do not use the other side —write on one side only.. Use a typewriter if you can— -1 or have a friend typewrite for you —it helps the linotype man. If you do typewrite, always double space the lines, so there may be room for intelineations. Do not-capitalize every word. Study the style of the newspaper or the last issue of Trench and | Camp. Have copy at nearest Y. M. C. A. building by Friday if possible. If you haven’t written that bit of poetry that’s been haunting your brain, do it now. Four ambulance companies and four field hospitals from Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indianapolis, are to journey overland to Fort Oglethorpe, Ga.