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Plitorial Btaff: Brooks Shackley, Jacob K.
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DAY, AUGUST 1, 1918,
i The Home of Genius.
. Army life is said by the keen
£Bt critics to be the best educa
dor in the world—that is, Army
Slte. as we know it today. A
4 his physical being
¢ and his moral and mental
gés are not neglected. He
% other people outside
A g are doing for him and
e has a chance to reciprocate
fg e best sort of service,
- Among the nfen who have
ound .themselves” here are
asobert Garland, poet, play
ght and soldier. Another is
j#istin Conradi; pianist, of Bal
tin ’fwhose light shone so
ightly that his superiors made
B leader of the band of the
fmtry within a few
pks of his arrival. “Charlie”
nn of the base hospital is
.perhaps, the best car-
C fif any Trench and Camp
tributor: in the United
pltes, | .
lebert D. Goodwin’s “Column
t” is a masterpiece.
‘ additionn to the
ibles in art and literature,
¢ mayhap, the only real
?in Meade, is Paul
gs lf‘_iiNhitakér, poet-tenor,
4¢ 211th Field Signal Bat
pn. -He is only nieteen
§ old. and a Bostonian.
_of his poems are
BRinted in this number of “T and
£ The depth of feeling, the
garniess Of vision, the beauty
Expression make his work re
gable.. And he is a poet who
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. “Setenty-Ninth” Safe.
' ¢ War Department has an-,
aced the arrival in France of
Uth Divizion fryn Camp
gde, without the loss of a
jis accomplishment is a
it to the resourcefulness
“alértness of the United
88 Navy as well as to the.
et service. Tl’\: division is
gdy a part of the sth Army
¢ the temporary com
ir 'being Maj. Gen. Omar
" A 7
inds of Maj. Gen. Joseph
uhn are hoping that he may
Attain the position of corps
. But whatever honors be-
Him or his men, it is certain
t they will acquit themselves
gallant soldiers and gentle
o,
'. 4 * Gaston, the camp
jander, is determined to
tno form of disorder with
: A;E:“’ ment.. "
courts-martial here will
‘down decisions severely
ng men who commit of
“against regulations is as
iy the various trials that
gen held recently.
€ man who disobeyed the
rs of 2 commander was sen
ged to ten years of hard labor
‘prison. Another was given
‘same time 3:: the same lwork
"* ;. atemng etter
ial " diffieulties will not be
tied wi ';kli:‘{bns.” ;’g
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- - Set et
John was spending a bad morning
trying to explain to his good wife
that he would never again touch a
* drop of strong drink. She insisted
upon his telling her all about his ex
perience of the day befo:z" and he
was trying to rack his aching brain
in order that he would have the
whole thing off his mind for good.
“Don’t you remember anything
else?” his wife asked.
“Yes,” John replied wearily, “I do
remember that as I lay there in the
gutter alongside a pig the parson
came along.”
“And what did he say?’ asked the
wife,
.. “He said,” replied John, “that we
are known by the company we keep.”
“And I hope you got up and walked
off,” said the good wife.
“No,” answered John; “but the pig
did.”—*"Sheridan.”
The closing numbér on the program,
after a rising vote of thanks to the
chaplain, was the singing of the fol
lowing parody:
“Where do we go from here, boys?
Where do we go from here, boys?
We don’t know what we’'ll go in,
But we'll surely land in Berlin!
The chaplain wants a shot at Bill,
And we must get his goat—
O boys, O boys, let us get on the boat.”
“Devens.”
Those Girls. -
Elsie—Why did Bess turn down-
Jack? y s
Elolse—-’l‘oo\cl‘ocky.
Elsie—Well, then, why did she turn
down Jim? P
Eloise—No khakli.
When a nation won't act on the level,
When it schemes for a long, bloody revel,
. It misses the goal,
It has lost heart and soul
And a thing without these fs—A DEVIL,
“Kearny."
Couldn’t Understand It.
(By Lieut. Charles J. Kaltenbach, Ma
chine Gun Training Center, Camp
Hancock, Ga.) ~ :
A newly drafted negro who had
been in camp only & week entered
the orderly room and asked the cap
tain for a three-day leave. His rea
son for making the request being suf
ficiently good, he was given his pass.
Just as he left the room he saluted
the captain and said: “Thank you,
aer?unt."
The captain didn’t intend to let
such a mistake pass unnoticed, so
called the negro back, saying: “John
son, ape of the first things you want
to loxn ‘to do is to address soldiers
by their proper titles. I am a cap
tain—not a sergeant.”
A look of surprise came over the
negro’s face. He said: “KExcuse me,
cap’n, but Ah done thought they'd
make such '3 nice man as you-all is
a sergeant.”—"Gordon.”
A rookie here was by the name av
Tim Dwyer, :
Who drilled all day long under Se'gt.
Maguire.
*O. faith, but I'm sore
#At yer one, two, three, four—
Can't yer count any higher, Maguire?”
said Dwyer. .
A pretty nurse who officiates in the
linen closet of one of London’s big
military hospitals tells® this enliven
ing tale: A few days ago fresh rai
ment. was served out to a number of
newly arrived Tommies who were in
need of it. Suddenly one of the men
said: “I say, nurse, what do they call
cats thdt haven't any talls?” *“Why,
those are Manx cats'replied the un
suspecting nurse. “Well, then,”. said
the Tommy, ‘‘you've given me a Manx
shirt.”—'"Kearney.”
. Completely Organized.
(By Corp. Kershaw Goodhart, Com
pany H, 316th Infantry.)
Sentinel—Halt! who's there?
Rockie (havirgs just learned his
place in squad)—Number 4 in the rear
rank.—" Gordon."
Cake De Luxe.
Sam, a big negro private, his face
decorated with a capacious grin, was
hurrylng‘\ down the company SBtreet
with a package under his arm.
“You look mighty happy, Sam,” a
white officer said in passing. “What
have you there—a present from your,
best girl?” A
“Yes, suh, I done jes’ got some flesh
colored cake, and I'se mos’ anxious to
get my teef into it.
“I shotild say so; but, Sam, what
_kind of cake is flesh-colored cake?”
“Dat’s mos’ elegant chocolate cake,
suh.”—"“Beauregard.”
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It happened in Berlin a few months
after war had been declared on the
allies.
Two middle-aged German business
men were standing talking on the
street and one, becoming excited, ex
claimed: “I tell you what, that’ idiot
of an emperor——"
His discourse was cut short by the
dropping of a heavy hand on his
shoulder. Twurning quickly, he was
confronted by a German policeman,
whtt) informed him he was under ar
rest.
“What for?’ asked the victim, begin
ning to weaken.
“For uttering treason against your
emperor.”
“Oh, but you didn’t let me finish. I
was going to say ‘that idiot of an Em
peror of China.’” :
. “No, you don’t,” replied the police
man. “There's only one idiot of an
emperor.”—"Logan.”
That the soldiery quartered here
during the month of June preferred
watching a real fight to viewing any
other form of athletics is indicated
. Dby the report for that month of Fred
erick Schuiltz, Y. M. C. A. camp
physical director. The report covers
the athletics supervised by the hut
athletic directors and the large .con
.tests conducted under the supervision
of the camp director. Boxing leads
with the number of spectators. There
were 5%:“ men present as witnesses
-of the 275 formal and 1,550 informal
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a total of 25,000, "“*
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SEVENTEEN OF HIS RELATIVES
Stefan Krystel Determined to Do Duty,
Although Four of His Brothers Fight
’ s L for Germany.
It your platoon faced a German
platoon. containing - four of your
brothers, eleven oP your cousins and
two of your brothers-in-law, as you
went “over the top,” what would
you do?
Suppose that before you had left
‘the United States to take your place
in the front .line trenches you had
Bworn to support the Constitution and
to defend your country from all as
saults by the enemy; that in your
soul, although you were born a Ger
man, you had no love for the kaiser
and his clan.
: Friends on This Side.
Does it count also, by -way of hy
pothesis, that your friends are all
practically on this side of the wa
ter, that American liberty bonds are
safe in your bank deposit vault and
that your money. is helping to keep
going such humanitarian agencies as
the Y. M. C. A, the Knights of Co
lumbus or the Red Cross.
Your business, it might be, is in
New York state, and your partner is
carrying it on while you "re “out
there,” where big “fireworks” are de
stroying friend and enemy by the
thousand every day. Meapwhile, your
bank account is not dwindling, your
expenses are being paid by the gov
ernment and you have a goodly sum
for spending money. ’
Eleven Years of Freedom.
Eleven years ago or more you re
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CC-Block Has Many Men of Note,
' Especially From Theater
World.
If you want to see a real dugout
step down to military police post No.
3, that's near the Disney railroad
crossing. Now, this dugout isn't fined
up exactly like a dugout on the front
line trenches, but it's a dugout never
“theless and of especial interest to
the guards there. It's the dwelling
place of the boys’ mascot, a dog, Bum
by name.
sßum put in an appearance several
weeks ago and displayed such a de
. gree of friendliness and loyalty to
this particular post that he was at
once adopted. The next step was to
make him a home of his own. A
nearby bank was taken over, a dug
out large enough for: Bum to turn
around in was constructed, a floor
with a covering was put in and all
is “hunky dory.” Bum will be glad
to see you at any time. You'll find
him an interesting mascot and he’ll
show you what a dog’s dugout looks
like.
Five Vergies.
There’s no doubt but that the Vergie
family of Bangor, Me. is doing its
share in making this world of ours
a decent and a better place to live
in. Here’'s where Private Albert
Vergie, 36th Company, 154th Depot
Brigade, comes in. And here’s where
his four brothers come in, as well.
If the other four chaps are as likable
and congenial as Albert, and there’s
+ no doubt but that they are, the home
folks may well be proud of the Vergie
family.
The local representative of the
family came to camp recently with
the Hartford, Conn.,, boys. He is a
member of the 36th Company cadre.
Here’s how his four brothers stand in
the big game today. KEugene volun
teered some time ago in the Navy
and is now in training at the Great
Lakes training station. Edward is
also a volunteer and is doing squads
right and squads left at Camp Dix.
The otker two are at Camp Devens.
They are Ralph and Joseph.
One of the colored boys ordered a
bottle of near beer at one of the can
teens the other day. After he had
finished drinking it he was asked hqw
he liked it.
“Well,” said he, “it sure looks like
beer, and- it tastes like beer, but it's
done lost its influence.”
Sergt. Benjamin Spindlér is another
154th Depot Brlgfle boy who has seen
Navy service. e was in the Navy
for eight years, entering in 1908. He
served on the battleships Vermont,
South Carplina and Kansas. .
In 1910 he went through a rough ex
perience on the U. S. S. Kansas, being
caught in an explosion that caused
him much suffering through burns.
This kept him in the Norfolk Naval
Hospital for six months. Spindler is a
- popular non-com and has some inter
esting yarns concerning his travels
that always interest his audiences. He
came to Camp Meade with the Phila
édelphia boys last February.
Clyne a “Fiddler.”
One of the most obliging enter
tainers who are always ready to lend
their talent for the boys who frequent
the Double C hut is Richard Clyne,
| v!ounhg-ho_ hails from New Haven,
- Conn. e is “some” fiddler, and
~ the folks back in New Haven lost a
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7 NSRS PR S, B e e T s e
- Dacked Dy s yeste' conoart and
nounced your allegiance to the Ger
man government, a government
whose cruelties, both to its own and
to other peoples, has surpassed any
thing in the history of even semi
barbarous nations. And now you
stand in the uniform of a soldier of
a country where men from every
where are free and able to earn their
living' without undue restraint so
long as they respect the rights of
their brothers. You are helping to
keep your country free, whereas your
former ruler would like to make you
his slave.
A man in Meade who stands in this
position is Stefan Krystel, barracks
No. 48, N block, Depot Brigade, for
merly of Schenectady, N. Y., and still
earlier of Hungary. He is thirty
years old, has part ownership in a
hotel, and helps to care for his sister
in Wisconsin. In fact, he was assist
ing his sister with some business af
fairs when he was drafted into the’
Army.
His Mind Made Up.
But Stefan has made up his mind
to do his duty by the country of his
adoption.
“I know what kaiserism is,’” he said,
“and I know that the peoples of Ger
., many and Austria cannot help them
selves. They have to fight as the
kaiser says. Our fight is a battle for
freedom. War is war, and although
I do not know what I would do if I
were to meet my brother, I am de
termined to do my duty. My friends
gave a banquet in my honor before
I left home, and I know they expect
me to be a good soldier. I opposed
Germany even before we entered the
war.” ;
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a player of much longer experience.
The boys enjoy Clyne's playing and
he is sure of a hit at every appear
ance.
When the 25th Company, 154th
Depot Brigade, organized its own
vaudeville company the job of im
presario naturally fell to a theatrical
man and John Burns from Albany, N.
Y., was the Johnny on the job. Burns
was formerly connected with Proc
tor’'s theaters in Albany, Troy and
Schenectady and has many friends in
the show business. He is one of the
most popular members of the 25th
Company and has rounded up a cork
ing good lst of entertainers.-
Holloway a Baltimorean.
Musicians may come and go among
members of the 154th Depot Brigade,
but it is a safe bet that the boys
won’t forget Albert Holloway of the
36th Company, who can handle the
cornet with the best of 'em. Holloway
is a Baltimore boy and before coming
to camp was the director of the Char
ta Orchestra, besides doing a good bit
of concert and dance work.
Not only can he do a fine piece of
work with the cornet, but he is a
violinist of a high caliber. A pupil of
Prof. H. C. Becker, a well known Bal
timore musician, Holloway shows very
plainly deep musicianship and sym
pathy. He is also a composer, his
latest effort being a war song, “A
Call for the Sammy Boys,” which has
a stirring melody and a lot of pep.
Another former theatrical chap who
is learning the Army game as a mem
ber of the 154th Depot Brigade is
Charles Seldman, 36th Company. Seld
man hails from Hartford, Conn,
where, for some time he was con
nected with Parson’s Theater as pub
licity man. Catching the spirit of the
show business it wasn't long before
he hit the road as advertising man
for the Woolfson Musical Bureau,
later going in advance of one of Klaw
& Erlanger's “Everywoman” com
panies. . '
A vaudeville act that made good all
along the line, “The Town Constable,”
was put on by Seldman.
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REGULARS PLAY BASE BALL.
Company F Defeats Company A,
8 to 3.
The teams were from Company A of
the 17th Infantry, First Battaion, and
Company F, Second Battalion, 17th In
fantry, the latter winning, 8 to 3. This
is the first time these two teams had
met since last August, having been on
duty in all sections of the Unlted.
States and recruited recently.
Company A—Norvel, third base;
Lule, catcher; Chappell, center field;
Graham, left field; Moran, second base;
Fredhim, shortstop; Riddell, right
field; Richard, first base, Clayton,
pitcher.
Company F—Bibian, catcher; Wain,
right field; Renald, second base; Hig
gins, pitcher; Doty, shortstop; West
Brooks, third base; Caffee, first base;
Perkins, center field; Collins, pitcher.
Umpire, Fincannon.
Company F.. 0 0 0 0 3 0 4 0 1-<8
Company A..0 0 0 0 2 0 0 0 I—3
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Entertainment Saturday Night.
Soldiers in Meade are invited to at
tend a block entertainment to be given
in their honor by the residents in the
vicinity of 3000 Abell avenue, Balti
more, Saturday evening. “Just come
and we will meet you on the block,”
is the way the invitation reads. No
cards are necessary.
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Tells How to End War.
Jack Ludwig better known as
“Happy Jack,” the fortune teller, and
erstwhile champion newsboy of “dear
old Philly,” now of the military police,
honestly thinks he could bring t¢he
~ _War to s sudden end.. .
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Bill will do for his name. 'He st
camp. He came some time Bgo. HH A
soldier. Bill knows he is, e R
“But I wasn’'t always good,” sal "
dling about somewhere over on the e
others, I didn’'t remember who imy
growed.” -e T :
“When this here war started T SSEFTIE
to Sing Sing, as I had a curious lon :
done to that place since I was up thes :
' “I was dodgin’ the O?m rs and 108 ‘
visit to General Delivery hfi
had to beat it on account of & ltth 4
When I opened up the long envelops "
many a decent job in my young life, - /
Samuel, so when I knew that the 0l
“I'l]l admit the first few: W‘ y ‘
tender soft hands of younger h?l holr
the gaff I couldn’t lay down, S 0 Igr Hy o
gan to take an interest in things. CHERnE
and I began to sleep without jumping Sof
or dreaming of some one from ~5" rrygstyec
‘“Then one day I picked up & diamsgd b
I thought of old Moses, our md ¢, and SERrtad
to ditch it. But that afternoon our sSeé@ad
on honesty in the Army, and related pf e
that brooch burnt my hands unti { urigg Rt i
I am a corporal now, and while I ain'
I'm sure proud of it, and if I can JuSSl\sd
MYSELF that IAM honest, for I've pr - g It
be the happiest guy in the Army. BTR
“What? Me go back to New ¥York when
not. Why I'd smother to death bgth&rli
just one in a million, and I took it, an@if’s th
, endangering element wasn’t the law, ,%"r
“Who said *War Was Hell? ”. s O
Optimism. jidke SRR
PAUL K. WHITAKER, N
211th Field Sigmal. = = &
Looking for the rainbow, witen the storm is .. Bon.
one, e
Piercing with a brightened eye, the cloud and % arll
: see the sun; Sedan o S )
Conquering over hardship, until a Tgls a P
won, St SR C Y
Life with all its beauty for you has just Degu, LS\ 0
Striving with a will of mountains, = SBSes
Giving with the frace of fountains, = & % ;
O’erspread with riches from .God's mw— T
abounding, . R oo s
Grasping with a hungry ear, the mortal tone | NP
that’s sounding, LR O lae
Death with all its dread shall never be ¢om~ I
founding. ao ke
Fight for the right each day, never counting aj.
cost, S e
Beelinf for the nobler crown, if your. 1
8 lost; T e ‘s‘,“’ v
Pnylnt hoping, living, for the nearmess of B o
the cross— . . \ B
That's the optimistic livelihood with.a ehesry 0
godly gloss. e :1% P
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From King to Army. - = ZEBrE
By Paul K. Whitaker, 211th Field Sigask %s,
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But months ago and I was king, <o v,e;v &%
1 chxfied my hands for men to bring =~ = SEEEF
my heart desired, .. S, b {
Money, women; life was but a wheel, , e 1
Turning round with me as hub, I Qui‘l‘t Ao %
That I was tired. ; - et :
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T.ong days since gone I was my master, - =
Routine sometimes slow, sometimes faster, :
According to my mood. Kr ee , _
I rode in motors, yachted and m e E
No one questioned whenever 1 win S e
Or balked at the price of my food, - = =
But, oh, what a thud with which I fall, = ¥
All my perfume now is gall, o R -
Change and decay my footsteps enthrall, . :
For I'm in a greater venture, er AT N :
The real old-time ‘pep’’ quemcher— = = &
I'm in the Army, that’s all. -‘\ G
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He Who Treads My Way. et
- Paul K. Whitaker, 21ith Field Signal. = &
Past me surges the throng and press of mén
Whot lfiorlnpose the pith of my dafly 8 8 ts‘ b
als; 2 LT RO !
What they are, not that they have beem,: ' - EiEES
Governs my frowns and my smiles; .= =8
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All wear the garb of our nation all wosndre %‘”g B
Each one feels that the breast ch it - &
covers : P
Beats with the selfsame rhythmi, sturdy and
: ponderous, R R
Grinding out heartaches for parents ang
lovers. s :
Following me, close by my side each day, ‘“"‘ L
Tread b:h: thex-oes of tomorrow; the ‘“%*,A\
S ay. ke R
Some bent w?gh sorrow, some blithe and ‘ffi;‘*
Fear rankles some; yet, faith and m&v{‘
sway LR
In my fellow man who treads my way. ,;&$
BIG LEAGUERS ON m}gm
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—~Bixth Company Bests the Fifth =S
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Company in Close Game. - = J
When Jack Smith, ex-Giant, ex= ‘o
“Cincy” Red, struck Camp llm
brought his batting eye along with g
him. Naturally he didn’t want to let g
that eagle eye grow dim from lack ¢ _
of practice, so he started talking bage 4
ball. Lieut. Kilgore, being “some Sl
shakes” of a ball player himself, and ’;
a charter. member of the order of 13
fans, asked ball players in m*g 4 A
Battalion to report to Jack. Result—
some ball team. T i 57 at
Saturday afternoon 6th Company,3d 5-5
Detachment, mingled with 6th Com- 2
pany, 4th Detachment; 3d Detachment ¥
winning out, 9to 7." It was a good | a,
game and brought out a lot of good !“’
material. st A
Sunday morning a picked team n B
6th Company tackled a picked team ‘
from sth Company and came out om
top after a hard game, Jack Smith
starred with a pair of homers and Shaie
Hal-Chased around the initial bag in = JO%
the most approved style. Tl
Score for Saturday's game follows.®™
Incidentally 6th Company challenges
any ball team in Camp Meade. . ,
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8d Detachment, 6th C0...0 0022021 28
4th Detachment, 6th C0..01 001 1f; -
3d Detachment—Jpnes, pitcher: hatae =
shortstop; Grail, secgnd bupe;' Smith, cateher
and pitcher; Haskins, right field; Herman, Jeft
field; Ricker, third base; Peters, first base: ‘
Demma, catcher; Weaver, center fiedd. - !
4th Detachment—Shotter, pitcher; Pe !
Chance, shortstop; Bean, second “v' Eaate . "
catcher and pitcher; Long, right field: Laure H
ence, left field; Ruckman, third base; Bankert, \
first base; Meredith, catcher. o e
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- Tolley Holmes Cup Winner. t%: /
Tolley Holmes of Washington, D. ¢, . ek
the winner of thirty-seven silver low- |
ing cups, is also attached to the office
force of 37th Company, Camp Meade. L
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