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JACKSON COUNTY JOURNAL, SYLVA, N. C
v . ' TOP 99 By An American Arthur Guy Empey Soldier Who Went Machine Gunner, Serving in France Copyright 1917, by Arthur Guy Empey P "OVER THE CHAPTER XXVII Continued. 27 Tommy generally replies that he did jot stop to figure it out when he was hit One very nice-looking, overenthusi astic young thing, stopped at my bed and asked, "What wounded you in the face?" In a polite but bored tone I an swered, "A rifle bullet." With a look of disdain she passed to the next bed, first ejaculating, "Oh ! Only a bullet? I thought it was a shell." Why she should think a shell wound was more of a distinction beats me. I don't see a whole lot of differ ence myself. The American Women's War hospi tal was a heaven for wounded men. They were allowed every privilege pos sible conducive with the rules and mili tary discipline. The only fault was that the men's passes were restricted. To get a pass required an act of par liament. Tommy tried many tricks to get out, but the commandant, an old Boer war officer, was wise to them all, and It took a new and clever ruse to make him affix his signature to the coveted slip of paper. As soon as it would get dark many a patient climbed over the wall and went "on his own." regardless of many signs staring him in the face, "Out of bounds for patients." Generally the nurses were looking the other way when one of these night raids started. I hope this Information will get none of them into trouble, but I cannot resist the temptation to let the commandant know that occasionally we put it over on him. One afternoon I received a note, through our underground channel, from my female visitor, asking me to attend a party at her house that night. I answered that she could expect me and to meet me at a certain place on the road well known by all patients, and some visitors, as "over the wall." I told her I would be on hand at seven thirty. About seven-fifteen I sneaked my overcoat and cap out of the ward and hid it in the bushes. Then I told the nurse, a particular friend of mine, that I was going for a walk in the rose gar den. She winked and I knew that ev erything was all right on her end. Going out of the ward, I slipped into the bushes and made for the wall. It was dark, as pitch and I was groping through the underbrush, when sudden ly I stepped into space and felt myself rushing downward, a horrible bump, and blackness. When I came to my wounded shoulder was hurting horri bly. I was lying against a circular wall of bricks, dripping with moisture, and far away I could hear the trickling of water. I had In the darkness fallen Into an old disused well. But why wasn't I wet? According to all rules I should have been drowned. Perhaps I was and didn't know it. As the shock of my sudden stop gradually wore off it came to me that I was lying on a ledge and that the least movement on my part would pre cipitate me to the bottom of the well. I struck a match. In its faint glare I saw that I was lying in a circular hole about twelve feet deep the well had been filled in ! The dripping I had heard came from a water pipe over on my right. With my wounded shoulder it was Impossible to shinny up the pipe. I could not yell for help, because the rescuer would want to know how the accident happened, and I would be haled before the commandant on charges. I just had to grin and bear It, with the forlorn hope that one of the returning night raiders would pass and I could give him our usual signal of "siss-s-s-s," which would bring him to the rescue. Every -half-hour I could hear . the clock in the village strike, each stroke bringing forth a muffled volley of curses on the man who had dug the well. After two hours I heard two men talking in low voices. I recognized Corporal Cook, an ardent "night raid er." He heard my "siss-s-s-s" and came to the edge of the hole. I ex plained my predicament and amid a lot of impertinent remarks, which at the time I did not resent, I was soon fished out. Taking off our'boots, we sneaked into he ward. I was sitting on my bed in the dark, just starting to undress, when the man next to me, "Ginger" 1 hillips, whispered, " 'Op it, Yank, 'ere comes the matron." I Immediately got under the covers and feigned sleep. The matron stood talking in jow tones to the night nurse nnd I fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning the night sister, an American, was bending over me. An awful sight met my eyes. The coverlet on the bed and the sheets were a mass of mud and green slime. She was a good sport all right, and hustled to get clean clothes and sheets ko that no one would get wise, but "on her own" she gave me a good tongue ashing but did not report me. One of he Canadians in the ward described HmtteXt V,iS!tlDg day 1 had an awful time explaining to my visitor why j And for a week every time I passed a patient he 'would call, "Well, well, here's the Yank. Hope you are feel ing well, old top." The surgeon in our ward was an American, a Harvard unit man, named Frost. We nicknamed him "Jack Frost." He was loved by all. If a Tommy was to be cut up he had no ob jection to undergoing the operation if "Jack Frost" was to wield the knife. Their confidence in him was pathetic. He was the best sport I have ever met. One Saturday morning the command ant and some "high up" officers were inspecting the ward, when one of the patients who had been wounded in the head by a bit of shrapnel, fell on the floor In a fit. They brought him round, and then looked for the ward orderly to carry the patient back to his bed at the other end of the ward. The or derly was nowhere to be found like our policemen, they never are when needed. The officers were at a loss how to get Palmer into his bed. Doc tor .Frost was fidgeting around in a nervous manner, when suddenly with Ine Author Just Before Leaving for Home. a muffled "d n" and a few other qualifying adjectives, he stooped down and took the man in his arms like a baby he was no feather, either and staggered down the ward with him, put him in bed and undressed him. A low murmur of approval came from the pa tients. Doctor Frost got very red, and as soon as he had finished undressing Palmer, hurriedly left the ward. The wound in my face had almost healed and I was a horrible-looking sight the left cheek twisted into a knot, the eye pulled down, and my mouth pointing in a north by north west direction. I was very downheart ed and could imagine myself during the rest of my life being shunned by all on account of the repulsive scar Doctor Frost arranged for me to go to the Cambridge Military hospital at Aldershot for a special operation to try and make the scar presentable. I arrived at the hospital and got an awful shock. The food was poor and the discipline abnormally strict. No patient was allowed to sit on his bed, and smoking was permitted only at certain designated hours. The face specialist did nothing for me except to look at the wound. I made appli cation for a transfer back to Paignton, offering to pay my transportation. This offer was accepted, and after two weeks' absence, once again I arrived in Munsey ward, all hope gone. The next day after my return Doc tor Frost stopped at my bed and said : "Well, Empey, if you want me to try and see what I can do with that scar I'll do it, but you are taking an awful chance." 1 answered: "Well, doctor, Steve Brodie took a chance; he hails from New York and so do I." Two days after the undertaker squad carried me to the operating room or "pictures," as we called them because of the funny films we see un der ether, and the operation was per formed. It was a wonderful piece of surgery and a marvelous success. From now on that doctor can have my shirt. More than once some poor soldier has been brought into the ward in a dying condition, resulting from loss of blood and exhaustion caused by his long journey from the trenches. After an examination the doctor announces that the only thing that will save him is a transfusion of blood. Where is the blood to come from? He does not have to wait long for an answer sev eral Tommies immediately volunteer their blood for their mate. Three or four are accepted; a blood test is made, and next day the transfusion takes place and there is another pale face in theward. Whenever bone is needed for some special operation, there are always men willing to give some a leg If necessary to save some mangled mate from being crippled - for life. More than one man will go through life with another man's blood running through his veins, or a piece of his rib or his shinbone in his own anatomy. Some times he never even knows the name of his benefactor. The spirit of sacrifice Is wonderfuL For all the suffering caused this war is a blessing to England it has made new men of her sons; has welded all classes into one glorious whole. And I can't help saying that the doc tors, sisters, and nurses in the English hospitals, are angels on earth. I love them all and can never repay the care and kindness shown to me. For the rest of my life the Red Cross will be to me the symbol of Faith, Hope and Charity. After four months In the hospital, I went before an examining board and was discharged from the service of his Britannic majesty as "physically unfit for further war service." After my discharge I engaged pass age on the American liner New York, and after a stormy trip across the At lantic one momentous day, in the haze of early dawn, I saw the statue of lib erty looming over the port rail, and I wondered if ever again I would go "over the top with the best of luck and give them hell." And even then, though it' may seem strange, I was. really sorry not to be back in the trenches with my mates. War. is not a pink tea, but in a worth while cause like ours, mud, rats, coo ties, shells, wounds, or death itself, are far outweighed by the deep sense of satisfaction felt by the man who does his bit. There is one thing which my ex pevience taught me that might help the boy who may have to go. It is this anticipation is far worse than realiza tion. In civil life a man stands in awe of the man above him, wonders how he could ever till his job. When the time comes he rises to the occasion, is up and at it, and is surprised to find how much more easily than he anticipated he fills his responsibilities. It is really so "out there." He has nerve for the hardships ; the interest of the work grips him ; he finds relief in the fun and comradeMp of the trenches and wins that best ort of happiness that comes with duty well done. THE END. R0M.E0 WAS CLAD IN KHAKI Played the Popular Game, Choosin the Dinner Table to Work on Af fections of Waitress. It is natural that we should be eager to do whatever we can for the boys in khaki ; but sometimes, when the pa triotic zeal is not accompanied by a sympathetic imagination, the benefi ciary may pray to be delivered from our friends, writes "An American Woman" In the Outlook. A homesick lad Is likely to want either ian atmosphere like that of his own home or else the exotic flavor the expectation of which has helped him I to undertake the great adventure so ! cheerily. j In one family among my neighbors j the son of the house was scandalized when one of their guests at Sunday dinner made the perfectly simple and natural request 'that he be permitted after the meal to repair to the kitchen where the pretty waitress was. Per mission was denied, but young Romeo was not discouraged, and this letter came "To the Girl That Waits for Mrs. So-and-So: You fere the best ever. Are you keeping company with any body?" He added his name and a few personal details, and this delicious bit of identification: "If you don't know which soldier wrote this, it is the one that touched your hand under the dish when you passed the potatoes." When Horses Get "Pipped." When an army horse is wounded about the face or jaw it is not sent down to the veterinary lines, but is kept to be tended by its driver. Then it is that a good driver's care comes in, for the men tend them most carefully, feeding them by hand, boil ing their oats, making them mashes, and spending most of the day with their charges until they can feed in comfort' again. It is this personal care of the man for his horse that has been the cause of he new order that all horses have to be returned from hospital to their own units again ; for a man's care is by no means transferred to the same extent to a new team of horses. Long "Loaves Are Most Economical. A loaf weighing one pound contains 11 per cent of water if it is round and only 34 per cent if it is cylindrical. Therefore, she who buys long loaves gets 140 grammes more actual food for her money than she who buys round loaves. The reason for this is that the sphere is the "figure that contains the largest possible volume under the smallest possible surface, and, as evnr oratio'n is a matter of surface, th' greater from a cylinder than i ' a sphere of the same weigh4 1 Group of convalescent American officers on the estate of Hon. Mrs. Spender Clay formerlv pn, c at Lingfield, Surrey, which has been turned into an American Red Cross home. 2 Vassar colle-e -i-i fiuits for the American troops in France. 3 Admiral Sims running up. the Stars and Strines at st :": Ul,!? Harpenden, England. - ! " ( '"H FRENC This French official photograph shows the ruin that shells have wrought in La Ferte Filon southwpt of Vn-teau-Thierry, on the road to Paris. The village Is the birthplace of Racine, the great Fch ei rUt. GERMAN WOUNDED German prisoners that require medical attention have iheir immediate wants cared for by the allied surgeons directly behind the battle arena and" are later transferred to the base hospitals, where they are permit re gain their strength until fit for removal to the concentration caZ Tht picture shows BrUh d fixing up German wounded SWIFT MOSQUITO TANKS OF THE FRENCH gai8afig .ss , yV A On this train, beinjr rushed tn mosquito tanks built by the French offensive in the Aisne-Marne reeion TAKEN FROM EXCHANGES Tongs manipulated by one hand have been invented for helping In handling clothes when washing at home. lafe) i&ffy . j ills " i'nnnnnnMinmMiiinmiMMMhyyjyiiymi mm slinimfUmmcttSSSsmtSGSSSS ARE KINDLY TREATED tha " . that have proved an m TfSWift' llt P ed SO efficint in the allied 4.. . till IV 3 Ol n rivpr the terms right and left are used with reference to the position of one Iho is facing in the direction of the rtverS 'elrn NcwcpajrX'nlon Western Newspaoer I niunf4 PEERESS IS WAR WORKER x i. s S y.---- - Si'" ' The call of their country .-.-rvioe has been heard by practically :i'l ( Great Britain's beautiful and tatoitfd peeresses. In the front rank f these industrious workers in war activities is the countess of Wilton, uh been devoting herself to war work since the outbreak of the coniikt. has served as a nurse in one of the hospitals where wounded soMh-rs are being treated" and has won the hearts of the soldiers by her tender avi pathetic care. Before she enlisted Id the nursing corps she was ;i iiv' in the many bazaars which mark-'l the early part of the war. It Pays to Be Courteous. Policemen should learn it pays to b courteous. A Pittsburgh b:u-coat found such to be a fact. He ?aw J:i:n and two' women getting off a T. j'Hn car, each carrying a heavy suitcase. The officer, seeing that one of ih? women was having trouble in carrying her baggage, gallantly stepped vv asked that he be permitted to asist her. When he picked it up something inside rattled suspiciously. At police station, says the Sun, 72 quart ot liquor were removed from the suit cases. Kansas City Star.