TRENCH AND CAMP - THE CAMP UPTON NEWSPAPER

OCTOBER 8

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Rookies Size-Up of Camp as "Some Joint" More Astute Than He Realizes, Although Every Detail of Construction Might Disorder His Mind

Perhaps the conjectures are variously phrased in the classic languages and dialects (including the Scandinavian) of Greater New York, in accents racy and reeking with inbred association, which know land beyond the East or North Rivers. Perhaps the exclamations are unprintable. Perhaps they bear just a trace of homesickness urged by that last tearful farewell at Pennsylvania Station.

Whatever their tone or tenor, the burthen is the same: "What manner of place is it?" There may be an ache in the innards and perhaps even a vague resentfulness. But every rookie temporarily abandons all feelings when the white capped conductor lustily announces "Camp Upton!" except an overwhelming curiosity to know something of this vast establishment which has grown like a forest mushroom in the heart of Long Island at the waving of your Uncle Sam's wand, and is to be his new home. He forgets that he has left something and remembers only that a new experience beckons, with novelty and adventure in plenty to furnish material for letters home.

Rookie Proclaims "Some Joint"

There is certainly a whirl of dustladen impressions as he steps from the car with his new comrades, already become "buddies" through that quick camaraderie which is American in essence, democracy safe and unquestioning. He is greeted by the clatter of busy hammers fashioning the buildings which, it has been estimated by a facile statistician, would still have a single workman humping busily had he begun his task 800 years B.C.

He sees a businesslike train of heavy motor trucks swing by marked " Q.M., U.S.A.," and perhaps bearing along the uniform he is to exhibit proudly to moter, sweetheart, aunts and cousins. A dusty guard, over coated and patrolling in leisurely fashion with a real rifle, looks him over condescendingly, and he blushes. If the rookie has imagination and the necessary mental background he finds rich food for rumination and philosophizing on the march to a barracks for the preliminaries. He may plumb the depths of erudition and emit his conclusions in terms with which Locke and Bergson might sympathize" "Some Joint!"

Uncle Sam and His Magic Wand.

And therein is much matter. It is "some joint" likewise some institution, that has been spread in a few weeks of time over thousands of acres. Whether Yaphank was a condition of mind resulting from severe shell shock or an improved tooth-paste had long worried those few seekers after the ultimate in information, until official Washington decided to make it a city.

The task of converting the wilderness of scrub oak and pine into a bustling city was one upon which the engineering skill and brains of the country became focused. So dense was the undergrowth when Yaphank was raw that even the roughest survey was impossible, until sighting lanes were chopped. Now, where was uncut foliage splendid roads stretch out and a community of many thousand population is beginning to find its life in a wilderness where hitherto not even a forlorn poet had sighed for a lodge.

The twofold task of preparing to build and building confronted the master planners, whose blueprints defiled Nature and all her works when planning was begun in the early summer.

In supreme charge of the engineering staff's organization was, and is, Major O'K. Myers, selected from civil life as constructing quartermaster. Before his entry into Government service Major Myers had seen extensive service on the Catskill Aqueduct, and the completion of the first unit of that system, fortunately for the history of Camp Upton, released the services of experienced engineers from an organization which had won a national reputation for the excellency of its engineering personnel. Camp Upton was the name only when Major Myers made his first trip of inspection, June 21, returning that night to the city to recruit all engineering staff capable of laying out and supervising construction of operations involving the expenditure of millions of dollars.

Smooth Engineering Machine Did it

A basic reason why the increments a future national soldiers have been taken care of without crowding or other inconvenience can surely be as the smooth-running character this engineering organization, which is remarkable in a brand new machine. The problems too that confronted a knotty and almost innumerable. For instance, a topographical survey in extremely tedious task, because mainly map of the territory available of the standard sheets of the United States Geological Survey.

Transportation problem was also a big one, the Long Island Railroad having but single-track facilities, and the country roads proving extremely unkind toward heavy motor trucking.

Not to mention the Long Island mosquito, the attacks of which made the reputed terrors of poison gas pale and wane into insignificance.

During the height of the "season" it was necessary for workman to wear protection against the ruthless proboscis.

Despite all these difficulties and obstacles, however, the vast accumulation of worries issuing from a task as colossal as this one which produced a great barrack city, he we are sitting down to our roast beef and gravy in airy mess halls, hopping about under our cold showers which furnish water from a fully equipped water system, and wondering what new marvels will spring up during our deep and dreamless sleep in this new metropolis.

Crammed with strange military terms which crackle in the mind like a new dollar bill, the rookie head might refuse to admit a full catalogue of astounding statistics bearing upon Camp Upton. He might momentarily gasp at the information that if all the boards, averaging their size at 1 by 3 inches, were placed end to end they would reach around the world, but the next "eyes right" would call him back to matters with fewer imaginative possibilities. And speaking of lumbar, there will be 39,000,000 feet of it in Camp Upton when the cantonment is complete. The way it takes the form of barracks makes Henry Ford's flivyer-printing system semm boyish. In constructing these roomy soldiers' homes, the contractor adopted a scheme which eliminated the use of scaffolding. Wooden poles were sunk in holes several feet deep for the sills and floor joists, with the next operation the laying of the rough flooring. Upon this the two sides of the structure were framed, and upon the studding, lying flat on the floor of the building, tar paper and the wooden sheathing for the sides were nailed.

The sides of the building are thus put together complete in a horizontal rather than a vertical position which they occupy in the finished structure, being later raised to the upright position and the side and end walls secured. To this scheme of construction, which is a great time-saver, is due in a measure the existence in a finished state of the major portion of the barracks.

Besides these quarters there are scores of buildings, including officers' quarters, stables, wagon sheds, offices, and many structures not erected by the Government, including twelve fully equipped "huts" built by the Y.M.C.A. Work is being advanced rapidly on the base hospital, which is south of the west end of the camp and will embrace over a dozen buildings with a thousand beds.

Water Flows in Abundance.

After being subjected to a going over to ascertain whether liquid refreshment was bottled on his person, the rookie wonders what provision is made for the necessary fluid with which to bathe and shave. He may not be told so, but he'll find out by an experimental test that water is provided against any evil day. The supply is obtained from fifteen 8 inch driven wells located about three miles from the nearest camp building, with a minimum output of 150 gallons per minute.

A pumping plant delivers the water into a 14 inch wood-stave pipeline 13,200 feet long, extending uphill to four elevated redwood tanks, each with a capacity of 200,000 gallons. Not only a complete water supply system has been conjured into operation, but a sewage system with disposal beds is on the job, designed to handle a maximum flow of ten cubic feet per second.

So it dawns upon the newly enlisted man that he has not been exiled to a Siberian desolation, but has taken his place with thousands of others in a city wondrously wafted overnight from nothingness, a community where every provision is made for his comfort and convenience. And after a week of the Camp Upton life, wholesome, healthful, invigorating and democratic, he drifts around to the Y.M.C.A. outfit in the evening and when the Secretary smilingly inquires how he's getting to like it, he reiterates with an answering smile of full approval- "Some Joint!"

We Have Here at Yaphank

or will have soon a city of 40,000 men, including one tactical division, extra regiment of infantry, training battalion, camp quartermaster, bakery school, remount station handling 11,000 horses, base hospital with 1,000 beds, operating and maintenance departments, rifle range- ice cream, chocolate bars, fresh lemon drops, seegyars and cigarettes, magazines, all the N'Yawk papers-nothing sold after the train leaves.

Two main avenue swing around the camp, giving it a giant horseshoe shape, centered by headquarters hill, a beautiful bungalow site, with perfect drainage.

The officers' quarters are inside the avenue, barracks for the men outside, and on the ultimate fringe stables and wagon sheds. An area one mile deep will be cleared back of each fringe for drill grounds.

The camp includes 17,000-count 'em- 17,000 acres and extends tip to tip, almost from sound to ocean.

MELLIO THE SPIKE BITER WILL WORRY BILL THE KAISER

Does Bill the Kaiser know that: Joe Clemens, acrobat and contortionist:

Paddy Long, of Hammerstein's and Keiths and other circuits;

George Greenbaum, monologist;

And scores of other men of equal talents are enrolled in the National Army, INCLUDING

Sebastiano Mellilo, who breaks spikes with his teeth?

Every day at Camp Upton these men are learning to "Squads Left," "Squads Right About," &c., preparatory to marching on Berlin.

And of an evening they gather in the Y.M.C.A. huts and do stunts for each other's diversion. Here are just a few of the men in the Three Hundred and Seventh and Three Hundred and Eighth Infantry Regiments who are going to help "Kan the Kaiser!"

First there is Schultz-"the" Schultz-originator of the song, "What's the Matter With Schultz?"

Tom McCormick, Dawn and Wehrier are some dancers, with the accent on the some.

Charles Whiting as a recitationist is he plus ultra. Fred Roth is the composer of the popular war song (not yet released by publisher) "When the Moon is Shining Somewhere in France." (Not to dim the radiance of the sentiment, but if the moon chances to shine on Fred when he is within range of a German sharpshooter he may lose his enthusiasm for moonshine.)

And the Garden Fire House Singers, composed of former members of new York City Police and Fire Departments.

We might mention Charles Lehmann, bass soloist, and Emmanuel Freud, tenor, at greater length, and a long list of musicians, and, by all means, Burns the magician.

But the man who will make the Kaiser worry is Sebastiano Mellilo, who breaks spikes with his teeth.

What price spiked helmets now? When Sebastiano goes over the top and begins to bite off the spikes as they stick up from the Hun's first line trenches, Bill the Kaiser will see the glory of his army departing. Bo Peeps's sheep leaving their tails behind them won't be as crestfallen as Bad Bill's unspiked schrecklichkeiters.

Hooray for Mellilo and all the other vaudeville artists, and long may they wave!

New Items From R Unit.

Much of the finest talent in Camp Upton, fresh from Broadway and the big vaudeville circuits, is centered in this section, comprising the Three Hundred and Fifth, Three Hundred and seventh snd Three Hundred and Eighth Infantry.

The feature bill at the Y.M.C.A., building last week was put on entirely by Company I of the Three Hundred and Fifth, coached by Lieut. Schuyler.

Just across the street, in Capt. Eldrid's barrack, the men have put on several shows, using the mess hall as an auditorium. Three of the men-Privates Wagner, Pincus and Murell-have written several songs since their arrival in Camp. One by Al Wagner is the Camp Upton version of "Goodby Broadway, Hello France."

Many other entertainers of merit are in constant demand, and include songsters, magicians, and clever buck and wing dancers, not to speak of trios and quartets.

Classical pianists, mandolin players, cornetists, banjo and violin experts and drummers have signified their eagerness to get together and musical clubs and bands are now in process of formation.

Harry M. Grinton is the social secretary directing that phase of activity in the R Unit Y.M.C.A.

Religious. Fathers Burke and Bracken celebrate mass in Y.M.C.A., buildings every Sunday at 7 AM., and the available space is rarely sufficient to house the crowds who attend.

At 10:30 AM. a Protestant service is held, and is very well attended.

In the evening at 7:30 a song service is conducted and heartily participated in by the men.

During the week special Bible classes and prayer meetings and enjoyed by many.

Lindsey Kimball, the Religious Work Secretary in the Y.M.C.A. (R Unit) is prepared for a strenuous campaign in the winter months.

Educational. So great is the need for classes, in English to foreigners that in two barracks the officers and men have organized them.

One such class is conducted in the Y.M.C.A. Building by Private F. Stembler, and Private Weil is pushing the other one.

Lambert K. Peecook, the Educational Secretary in the R Building of the Y.M.C.A., has a faculty of about fifteen experienced instructors in French and English and an enrollment of well over one hundred students, awaiting the final word to begin work. Classes will undoubtedly start early this week.

All courses will be given with the aim to make the men better soldiers and also to help equip them for their return to civil life.

In our faculty are high school, college, evening and private school instructors. A profitable winter is assured the men who will avail themselves of the splendid opportunity to improve their time.

Oct. 4 was a rather general moving day in this unit-a constant parade of men (with all their belongings wrapped up in their blankets) passed the homelike green building which houses the Y.M.C.A., in charge of Arthur B. Hunt.

Physical. This department, in charge of James Gridley, has been supplying the many needs of the men for physical activity.

The demand for athletics greatly exceeds the supply of equipment on hand.

Several of the companies have erected basketball and volleyball courts, and are already conducting intercompany games. The company under Capt. Barret and Lieut. Butterfield is especially active, having an indoor baseball ground, a basketball court, and a platform for boxing. Games with the medicine ball have consumed a great deal of surplus energy, even among men who at first mistook a medicine ball for a soccer ball.

Boxing is especially popular, and bouts have been featured by such men as Guilvey and Young Dixon.

On the whole, men are interested in all branches of athletics and need only sufficient equipment to produce a camp of fine athletes.

A GREETING WORTH WHILE

By. Brig. Gen. Eli D. Hoyle, Commander Eastern Department.

It has been my privilege and pleasure to observe the wonderful work of the Y.M.C.A., in the Army, both in the United States and in the Philippine Islands, and to note the great good done to our soldiers.

I understand the Y.M.C.A. is now about to make a new venture-that with the approval of the Secretary of War, they will soon begin the publication, in each National Army Cantonment, of a real live Army paper-Soldier's paper- for free distribution among the soldiers. Such a work, if well conducted, will add to the soldiers' pleasure and contentment, increase his interest in his duties and in military life, and develop esprit de corps. I have confidence that the Y.M.C.A. will succeeded in this new field as they have succeeded in so many others. There is growing belief among our people that the National Army is going to be a most representative and valuable part of our war forces, and that the selective draft principle is just and right.

THE JOB

In the words of President Wilson, the task before the American fighting men is to bring about a "Peace based on Justice and Fairness and the Common Right of Mankind."

OLD GUARD WELCOMES NEW

By Maj. Gen. William P. Duvall, Commander Southeastern Dept.

The invitation of the Y.M.C.A. to address the men of the new army through the columns of its new Army Weekly is to old officer of the old Army a new proposition. To find that he welcomes such an opportunity to speak thus publicly through unofficially to soldiers is to him a new sensation. Everything is new. We live in a new world, and "I thank whatever gods there be" that at three-score-years-and-ten I am young enough to see it and to grasp the new while keeping firm hold of the old essentials of soldiering, which must always remain conservative.

So to the men of the new army I would speak of the new and of the old.

The new is only too visible to them in its material form; the rough and roadless hillsides of their camps, the crude harsh lines of the barracks, the raw lumbar yet to be constructed into housing or strewn about in the chaos of hasty creation. But in its spiritual aspect the new is present there in such volume and power that from these camps, soon to be moulded by its energy, will presently march forth the strength of the Nation- our manhood, trained and disciplined for war.

The new is theirs. They are of it. The invisible new world lives in their heart and brain, and they will know how to build the future of the Nation guided by the freshly illuminated vision of our old ideals. The future of our country is as dear to us whose work is nearing completion as its past is beloved and cherished with pride, and we would have the new Army know that our hearts are with them and that we confide the future to them with proud confidence.

Of the old in things military, I would say to them, respect it. Let democracy advance, let equality be made real, let social and political freedom break over every obsolete obstruction; but in military discipline, routine, customs, and properties let our sons who are new soldiering seek in each detail its fundamental use before anything is discarded or lightly disregarded. The true soldier, whether an officer of the highest grade or a man in the ranks, finds nothing trivial or unnecessary in the smallest military courtesy of duty. Earnest subjection of the will to discipline, faithfulness in little things, attention to details make the soldier, whether the detail be one affecting smartness of dress and appearance, or the nice care of the mechanism of a machine gun or heavy artillery.

I would say to every man of the new Army: With you rests the honor, success, and happiness of our country; it is to you we look to show the world what Americans can do when their country is in danger.

"Marching Into the Dawn."

A Century and a quarter ago there mustered and marched in France an army of citizen-soldiers- in all things brother-in-arms to the great army now gathering in America.

That army of France was called from the farm, the loom and the factory. it was untrained in military tactics. It was unlearned in the arts of war. The campfire was its cantonment. The wrathful guns were its drill sergeant. The hardened old grenadiers of Prussia, the Hessian hirelings and the Austrian hussars looked with pity and contempt on those raw recruits brought to the slaughter-pen of battle.

But the reverberations of the footsteps of those recruits were the rolling drums of liberty. Here was a new fact in history. Here was a force that kings had not reckoned with and could not control. And when the monarchs of Europe sought to crush that raw army of France, they found it illumined by a spirit that has always been invincible. It was the spirit of nationalism. It was an ideal above all material gains. It was the illimitable possibilities of the new birth of freedom. Thus inspired, that army freed France before Napoleon was known, overthrew Prussia's discipline, with the enthusiasm of youth, and humbled Austria's pride.

When France's citizen-soldiers caught the inextinguishable luminescence that lighted up the whole world, they knew they were the torch-bearers of that radiance. They felt they were warring for democracy, for freedom and for humanity. That was why cold could not chill their ardor nor defeat impair their morale. That was why they were able to bear the hardships, to suffer the privations and to gain the prize of lasting victory. In the light that never failed, through doubt and darkness, uncertainty and suffering, they felt as though they were "always marching into the dawn!"

Over the very ground, up the same heights and through the same forests that the army of Sambre et Meuse swept free of foreign invaders, the soldiers of the American army will bear a like standard of freedom in the spirit of revolutionary France. When our battalions camp on the field where the hosts of oppression were repulsed and defeated by the soldiers of 1793; when our flag leads where more than a century ago the tricolor swept away the eagles of selfish aristocracies; when out of the darkness of his nameless crimes against the bodies of the living and abodes of the dead, the enemy shall be driven by our troops-the faces and the banners of our men will be radiant with the growing light as they march into the dawn. Into the dawn of humanity, into the dawn of democracy, into the dawn of a day when there can come no more the terror of such a war as this; into a dawn the brightness of which will drive from German hearts the lust and brutality that made this war possible-into that dawn American soldiers will march. The world will envy and applaud those in whose hearts and about whose heads will linger forever the glory of that dawn.

Jenial Jottings.

From J2

By General Ord Uhrs

The Men continue to come and go in the "J" section. The casuals report to the depot unit at a barrack designated in each branch of the service, and here they stay until they are assigned to a permanent barrack.

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The Seventh Infantry, U/S/A/, is represented here by eight Sergeants, who will be assigned as "top cutters" with different bodies of men.

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We hear a lot of talk about tench mortar and machine gun companies, which may interest those fellows who are at present laboring under the delusion that the life and routine of the infantryman consists only of the monotorious "squads right," "squads left," "double time," "left front into line," etc. Many of the newly arrived soldiers are delighted at the opportunity of getting into the branches of the infantry service named.

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The Three Hundred and Fifth Ambulance Corps volunteer outfit from Lock Haven, Pa., has moved out to its permanent barracks, singing its war song, "It's a terrible death to die; It's a terrible death to die; It's a terrible death to starve to death; It's a terrible death to die."

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The cook ran short the other day and fed them on a light diet for a couple of meals, and they guyed the poor kitchen mechanics to death.

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The 305th Field Artillery also has left us, going from J 53 to uncompleted, but permanent, quarters in M21.

We were certainly sorry to see Captain Devereaux and his bunch of real live 'uns go from our midst. Lots of pep to that outfit. They got to work under the direction of their C.O. the first day in camp, and pulled out every root and stump in their company street, making a nice smooth service for formations and for playing indoor ball and soccer.

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Captain Devereaux tells a good one on one of his men. The man was from the east side, and over stayed his leave last week-end. Late that night Captain Devereaux received a telephone call from a solicitous parent, who stated that Mawrus was sick and would Mister Captain please send a doctor to see him at once. It isn't on record what the Captain said.

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We heard another good one on a man who was feeling the effects of the "shot in the arm," and complained of being sick. "Oy, oy, oy, you can't be seek till to-morrow morning', when seek call sounds, one of his comrades told him.

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One of the boys in the 304th F.A. moved a stump several inches when he kicked at a soccer ball in a practice game the other day, and his remarks were rather more forceful than polite.

Battery "B" of this unit is the proud owner of a $375, F.O.B. Detroit Packard, painted yellow like a marmon, with a buzz like a stutz on low.

This machine was purchased with funds raised by popular subscription by member of the battery and their friends.

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The boys of Captain Doyle's battery are a particularly keen bunch on basket ball and volley ball. They gave a bad beating to the 305th Ambulance boys, handing them the lacing on their own lot, the other day.

However, it must be said for the ambulance boys that they hardly had a chance to come back, as a Q.M. truck slightly strained the inside of the hall by running over it, and when a new ball was procured from the Y.M.C.A., retreat had sounded.

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Orders have come through Division Headquarters to get the ground cleared of stumos and roots, and the manual of arms has been subjected to a few changes at Yaphank for the time being. "Right shoulder,-picks, forward march" and "c-nee, halt, present shovels," being the latest method build them up.

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Many of the men who never handled anything heavier that a pen or a cigarette are complaining of blistered hands, but they smile about it, and appreciate the fact that this work will help build them up.

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Talking about digging holes, we heard one worthy from the Three Hundred and Fourth dispense a little philosophy yesterday. He was digging a hole for a basket ball standard, and sympathetic $7 a day laborer remarked:

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"Ain't it awful in the army, a man having to dig a ditch?"

"No, it ain't, you big hunk of chronic inertia," replied the soldier, who, by the way, had a volunteered for the job, "i'd a durn sight sooner dig a ditch for myself than have one dug for me."

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The men are making good use of quolis, medicine balls, boxing gloves and indoor baseball apparatus loaned to them by the Y.M.C.A. Several interesting bouts have taken place in the barracks and the Y.M.C.A. building, but McManus and his side kick, of "The bells are ringing for me and my gal" fame, beat anything we have ever seen in their funny prize fight, and as one of the patrons was heard to remark, "Mac is no slouch with the mitts at that."

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The Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery band is pr acting hard, and is coming alog in good shape. The band is only about half complete as yet, but the men are all working hard.

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Schrottenbach, a late band leader in the Austrian Navy, and of the Boston Symphony band, and Calvaressi, late of the Italian Army, are the two stars, and Lieut. G. Friedlander is optimistic about the future of his musicians. The band has only practiced twice, but can play technically classical selections, such as "Oh, Where; Oh, Where Has My Little Dog Gone?" and "Oh, Johnny; Oh----"

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The post exchanges are now opening, and the boys are very wisely laying a little extra money by for their company mess funds, and the men in the commissary stores are suffering a little trade depression in consequence.

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Buy at your own post exchanges, boys, where you get value for your money and the benefit of the profit.

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Mr. J.C. Hyman of the Jewish Board of Welfare, Army Work, is a regular visitor at the Y.M.C.A. Building, where he meets the boys of his faith and does great work. He covers an enormous field for one man and it ably assisted by mr. Schwartz.

Plans for Camp Athletic Activity Assuming Proportions Which Promise Something for Everyone.

Intercamp Contests May be Inaugurated With Intersectional Sports for Uptonians-Directing Organization of Officers-Frank Glick, a Princeton Star, is Civilian Aide.

"The value of participation in athletic sports in the development of a sense of group loyalty and of an esprit de corps is generally recognized."

Thus Secretary of War Baker has written Gen. Bell, who is planning a large athletic programme for the men at Camp Upton in their hours off duty.

Gen. Read has been appointed Athletic Officer of the division, and Frank Glick Civilian Aide to Gen. Bell, and will assist in the organization and supervision of athletics.

The Divisional Athletic Council has been appointed as follows:

Chairman, Gen. George W. Read, Lieut. Col. J.J. Boniface, Lieut. Col. T.J. Powers, Lieut. Col. J.C. Rhes, Capt. Henry Kempner, Capt. Scully, Lieut. Marshal Prentiss, B.F. Bryant, Y.M.C.A. Athletic Director, Frank Glick.

Director for Each Company.

A plan of organization has been worked out whereby each regiment is to have an athletic officer, who will appoint the company athletic officers. The latter will be in direct charge of their respective units, supervising the athletic programme and the distribution of athletic material.

Each company later on will have its own athletic box, consisting of baseball, bats, gloves, rugby and association footballs, volleyballs, boxing gloves, quoits, etc.

It is planned to have contests between companies and regiments. The main object of the athletic programme is that the men take full advantage of the possibilities in recreative sports, but competition for divisional championship will be encouraged. As soon as grounds are cleared and playing fields secured games will be scheduled.

B.F. Bryant, the Young Men's Christian Association athletic director, has a corps of capable who are anxious to serve the officers and men in every way possible.

Mr. Bryant is located at the Young Men's Christian Association headquarters. Mr. Glick can be found at division headquarters and the Athletic Council desires that all of the officers and selected men interested in athletics get in touch with him.

Camp Dix has issued a general challenge against any teams organized at Camp Upton and if arrangements can possibly be made the athletic world may soon be enjoying large intercamp games in lace of the heretofore famous intercollegiate contests.

A Mess Call

(Written by a private, to be chaunted, sung or wailed, after the manner of "Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You.")

If you don't like your beans and hardtack.

If you don't like your slumgullion stew,

No matter what you eat,

The table's always neat.

There's no kick-a-comin' from you.

If you don't like your thirty monthly,

If you're sore at the Mess Sergeant too,

Don't holier at the chow that you're eating.

It's Uncle Sam that's feeding you.

HOTEL CHARGES SIGN AS HINT TO PATRONS.

(From the Minneapolis Journal.)

The management of a local hotel is considering the removal of the sign in each room which serves to remind the guests that they are to leave nothing in the room when they are leaving.

The sign contains only the one phrase:

"Stop! Have you left anything?"

It proved so forceful to a guest leaving the other night, however, that he left nothing in the room that he could carry away without the aid of a moving van. Linen towels, table covers and even the Gideon Bible were missing next morning, and Ray Boyd, clerk, says the new sign will read:

"Stop! Will you please leave something?"

Twisted A Trifle.

(From the Pittsburgh Chronicle/Telegraph.)

"Is this a genuine antique?" asked the customer suspiciously.

"certainly," replied the dealer, in an offended voice, "it is more that 600 years old."

"That's remarkable," commented the customer, drilly. "It is dated 1912."

But the antique dealer was not to see caught napping.

"Let me see," he said, "Why, so it is! That's the fault of my assistant. He's put the figures on wrongly. It ought to be 1219."

Upton Promises to Drive the Boche From his Lair with Ragtime Melodies

Has Already Earned the Title of "The Singing Camp"-Big League Entertainers From Bronx to Battery Find Yaphank a Musical name to Conjure with-Former Side-Kick of amato Among Enlisted Men-Paino Wizard and Piano Mover Fraternize

Somewhere in Yaphank

Major Gen. Bell's statement that he desired Camp Upton to be known as the "singing camp" bids fair to become a fitting description of the Yaphank Cantonment.

The visitor is impressed with this fact in the most umpromising places. Today, as we were standing near the stockade, or guardhouse, better known as the 'bull-pen," we were amazed at the volume of light-hearted song that rose from the throats of several soldiers, whose spirits refused to be quenched by the barbed wire that held them prisoners in the limited space of the "pen." In the Y.M.C.A. hut, directly opposite, a man at the piano was furnishing accompaniments to any song that the prisoners called for!

Pianists Numerous

One of the favorite diversions in the "Y" huts is chorus singing. Any song that has a popular swing, and if fairly well known will be eagerly taken up and sung "till the lights go out" by the throngs of men in the big buildings. Ragtime pianists stray be found in abundance, and any man with a good voice can win the good graces of the crowd with any type of song. Parodies of popular choruses are in great demand, and are sung with a vim that is surprising after the men have had a hard day's drilling, or a long hike over dust-clouded Upton roads. One of the choruses most often called for is "Goodby, Kaiser Bill," sung to the tune of "The Old Gray mare." it follows:

Uncle Sammy he needs the infantry,

He needs the cavalry, he needs artillery;

Then, by gosh, we'll all go to Germany-

Goodby, Kaiser Bill.

Uncle Sammy he needs the infantry,

He needs the cavalry, he needs artillery;

Then, by gosh, we'll all go to Germany-

Goodby, Kaiser Bill.

Parody on "Tipperary."

Another parody that has become popular is one written to the tune of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary," by one of the associated secretaries.

It's a long way to get to Berlin,

It's a long way to go;

But we'll get there and can the Kaiser,

The surest thing you know,

And the brass bands will all be playing

A Yankee Doodle tune.

it's a long, long way to get to Berlin,

But we'll get there soon.

All Alike in Khaki.

One of the best examples of true democracy possible to find is the homogeneous National Army. An amusing incident but with its measure of pathos, took place when Herman Wasserman, the well known Polish pianist, landed at Camp Upton. He was detraining with his fellow rookies, and in mingling with the throng at the station platform was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by a big, burly Irishman, who, having landed several days before, was already clad in khaki. The Irishman in amazement said; "What. Mr. Wasserman, you here too? Remember? I'm the guy that used to pack and load your piano for you! Well, Well, come along; you're one of us now! Have a cigarette?"

Cheering Them Up.

The spirit of the recruit is well shown by the anxiety manifested by men of special accomplishment to help in making life more pleasant for the homesick rookie by giving special concerts and performances. One of the most striking instances is the offer of David Hichstein, the famous American violinist, of New York City, to give a series of recitals in the Y.M.C.A. huts for the men. Mr. Hochstein has been assigned to the infantry as a bandsman.

He has toured the country with such "big leaguers" as Mary Peterson, Alma Gluck, Pasquale Amato and many other famous artists. He is the owner of a famous Stradivarius, but ruefully stated that he dare risk burning it into camp!

Mr. Hochstein will be assisted in his concert work by Herman Wasserman, who has been assigned to the Mounted Police.

They will give programmes of the same sigh type given by these artists in the great auditoriums of any metropolitan city. There are some advantages in being a rookie at Upton!

Moon Is Shining.

Charles L. Moon of the Three Hundred and Seventh is a vaudeville and cabaret singer of considerable note in New York's leading hotels. He is making a great hit at Upton with his sonorous voice, singing old Irish songs, and the syncopations in vogue in cabaret, circles.

Bevy of Pugs

Followers of the pugilistic world will be interested to see this list of fighters who have joined the colors in Uncle Sam's new army. Frank Klaus, Paul Dixon, Chick McMullen and Theodore Rayne are doing their bit in entertaining the boys with exhibitions.

H. Pappas, a brother of the famous wrestler, George Pappas, in Camp Upton is arranging to give an exhibition match for the Red Cross benefit in the camp. He will give another like exhibition in New Rochelle this month.

Listen to the Oompah! Oompah! of the 306th Field Artillery Band

Not to Mention the 304th Field Artillery Band Which Has Been Meeting Rookies at the Station and Playing Them into Camp.

The Woods are full of them- budding bandsmen who are learning to play the piccolo, the bass horn, the bassoon and all the other instruments that belong in a band. For every regiment in the Seventy-seventh Division wants to have the best band in camp.

Already the Three Hundred and Fourth Field Artillery and the Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery Regiments have their windiammers at work. When the rookies stepped off the train at the station they were met by the Three Hundred and Fourth Field Artillery Band whooping it up with a lot of patriotic and rag time airs. it gave the new men the best sort of a welcome and sent them stepping off to their new home with snap and spirit.

Training for Medal.

Both Bands are training to win the Halloween medal which will be given to the once that can drown out the other on Oct. 30 at the High Jinks planned for that date. Noise won't be the deciding factor. Repertoire and rhythm will count first.

But it is thought that a heavy artillery band ought to be able to play with the loud pedal on, so the band that proves to be the "big noise" will have something in its favor.

The Three Hundred and Sixth Field Artillery Band did not get its instruments until Oct. 1, Lieut. Friedlander, in command of the band, passed out the horns, &c., to the men who professed that they could play a little. Then he told the men to beat it into the woods and not come back until they could make harmony. For two days the natives round about camp were startled when taking familiar shortcuts through the woods to hear wierd toots and squeaks from the underbrush.

"Home, Sweet Home."

But the "musickers" blew into camp Wednesday morning in time to move with the rest of the regiment to its permanent barracks in Section M. The band got on the ground first and when the other men marched into their new quarters they were greeted by the strains of "Home, Sweet Home."

This band is going to be one of the crack bands of the National Army without doubt. Its temporary leader is Private V. Schrottenbach, formerly a band leader in the Austrian Navy and recently a member of the Metropolitan Opera House orchestra. He also played with the Boston Symphony. Private Colobrese was one of the first string players in a top notch band of the Italian Army, and Private Wakshale, who was drafted out of a Broadway Cabaret, will put the real Broadway ragtime tempo into the Camp Upton Oompah! Oompahs!

OCTOBER 22, 1917

MELODY MINGLES WITH UPTON DUST

Well Known Welkin Made to Ring When Harry Barnhart Trots Out Warblers to Sound Their Wares.

That Camp Upton may have a soldiers chorus capable of making the (relatively speaking) well-known chant of that Pilgrim group in Tannbaeuser sound like a whisper, seems indicated by what took place on our Village Green last Wednesday evening. At that time Harry Barnhart was here.

His success in creating a community chorus in New York has developed that form of vocal work into an institution, and the plan is to make Upton's informal khaki choruses rival the best of them.

Mr. Barnhart was surrounded by some of the most widely known cigarette, and otherwise, tenors and non-commissioned bassos in Suffolk County as at present constituted. There was something under 10,000 present, Trench and Camp's own crowd estimater being on kitchen police duty that evening.

Music was in the air, though not exclusively, as there was some Yaphank dust commingling with the harmonies. The evening was passed, following the pleasant allurements of Mr. Barnhart's hearty and jovial presence. His voice is not least among the charms which constitute it, and was able to siren music from his new chorus in quite surprising volume.

In fact, the welkin was in its old job of ringing, and Hill 77 resounded with a new form of military expression. The plans for further development embrace group singing in local Y.M.C.A. singing centres, barracks and other places. The talent thus trained will be welded into a big community chorus by Mr.Barnhart. He was assisted by Mr. Weinstein in his initial meeting here.

NO '"CLOSED" SEASON ON POETS AT UPTON

We have our poets up here. The woods are full of 'em.

A perfectly good sheet of writing paper was picked up from the floor of the J hut, with the following remarkable effusion on it:-

"I also would like to make stupid Bill Swollo one of his own home mad pill."

The author was probably just getting over the effects of the first shot. We hate to think of a poet of such ability hiding his light under a bushel.

We would much rather have him out in the open, where wee could kill him swiftly and painlessly.

Needles Replaces Hook.

Talking about the needle, the time honored "Give him the hook," known and dreaded by all amateurs in the entertaining line, has been superseded in the "amateur night" performances at the upper "J" hut by "Give him the needle."

Another Umpah Outfit.

The 307th Infantry Band is rapidly earning the enthusiastic support and admiration of the men of that regiment, who eagerly flock around the musicians when outdoor concerts are given under the direction of the leader, Olaf Nord.

Harry Lauder's Message Makes Deep Impression on Upton Men

Men may come to Camp Upton and men may go, but the memory of Harry Lauder will linger long with the 2,000 soldiers who were able to fight their way into the Y.M.C.A. tent to hear him sing his inimitable songs and tell his war stories.

Although the little Scotch comedian may never come back to Upton-but all the boys here hope he will-he has left a deep impression upon them. It was not that he merely entertained them, for he did far more than that. He inspired, thrilled and electrified them. He warmed their hearts with his words, he told them what the world expected of them and he stirred them with his prophesied of what they would do. There isn't the slightest doubt that Harry Lauder's visit has given the boys at Upton a bigger and better version of what their duty is, nor is there any doubt that his inspiring words will be remembered and beeter enable them to discharge those duties.

They're Singing His "Hymn."

All over Camp Upton the boys are singing the songs Harry Lauder sang, particularly "There's a Wee Hoose Amang the Heether," which they sang in chorus with the Scotch comedian at his request. Harry told them that the last time he sang it before he visited Camp Upton was on the Arras front where 15,000 Scotch soldiers were spread out in a great horseshoe before him and that since that time it had been a hymn instead of a song to him. He wants the boys at Upton to regard it as a hymn and they are complying with his request.

While singing and funmaking predominated while Lauder was on the stage, the little band of crepe on his left sleeve, worn for his son Jock, who made the supreme heroic sacrifice on the field of battle, was a constant reminder that the comedian was sad at heart but had put aside his personal grief to cheer up the American soldiers and to deliver a message of hope and inspiration.

"The brawny, tawny hand of Britain is ready to welcome ye, boys," he declared. "We're all in it-in this great melting pot-and when we emerge we will be a still greater and better civilization. The world is on fire and you boys are the firemen who must put it out. And you'll do it-by God you will. And when you get to France and put it out don't leave one wee bit of red smoldering, boys. "Put it out."

Lamp Lighters of the World.

"You boys are lamplighters of the world. You're going to light up civilization as never before. And it will be very beautiful that our children will be able to say, 'My dad lit that light.'"

After the cheering subsided there was a new war song-"The British Brigade"-a song that all Britain is singing. Tears forced to smiles flashed in Harry's eyes. The close of the chorus ran:

When we all gather round the old fireside

And the old mother kisses her son.

All the lassies will be loving all the laddies,

the laddies who fought and won.

The smile was gone from Harry's lips and eyes. His heels clicked and his hand snapped to his Scotch Tam o'Shanter in salute-not the salute that the men of Camp Upton are being taught, but one that 3,000,000 other brave soldiers are using on the battle front.

"Fought and Won," he repeated, "American soldiers, I salute you."

SUFFRAGISTS ASK AID OF SOLDIERS IN CAMPAIGN

Fair Speakers Marshal Poetry to Beauty's Side and Win Support of Uponites.

That the men of Upton are not of the opinion that woman's place is in the home was definitely proved when New York State Suffragists invaded the cantonment. "A general advance is reported on all fronts." Poetry helped it, and the rare ineffability of the feminine. Her is some of the poetry:

Goodbye, good luck, dear soldier boys!

We're with you in your griefs and joys;

We'll back you up in all you do;

And you, you know, can help us too.

Vote us the ballot next November;

We trust in you, so please remember.

Goodby, good luck!

Meeting were held under the charge of Mrs. Frederick Edey of Bellport, and among the speakers were Mrs. Raymond Robins, Chicago; Miss Kathleen Taylor, Mrs. Raymond Brown, Vice President of the New York State Woman Suffrage Party; Mrs. Jane Thimpson of New York, Thomas H. Brennan of Patchogue, Prof. Frederick Losey, Miss Granville Smith of Bellport and Miss Louise Connolly of Newark.

"Give it to 'em? Sure I'm willin'. Let's go to the post exchange and try to forget we're not gettin' home cookin'!" Such was the verdict of one private.

First French Officer Here.

Pierre Geismar, wearing the Croix de Guerre with four stars, showing that he has been cited four times in orders, is the first French army instructor at Camp Upton, arriving last Tuesday.

He was in the trenches three years and has been severly wounded, five gold strips on his right sleeve and a stripe of his left being the respective designation for these honors, for honors they are.

-From Lower J-

By Old Nan Penpoint, 11th Street and Second Avenue.

The musical side of things is going strong at this shack! Aside from the good old singsongs that get every one going and in a happy frame of mind, we have been especially lucky in our volunteer musical talent.

In the absence of moving pictures, which is the staple producer of camp amusement, the boys are coming to the aid of the situation in grand shape, and anyone with any entertaining ability is mobilized and put on the job by the friends of the Association who are interested in providing a good time for the boys.

Big Time Stuff.

Privates McManus and Gorman, of the 152d Depot Brigade, are great favorites in their popular song-duets and impersonations.

Then there is Blondie Bruce, who can do anything from banging the ivories to serving as foil and "baggage" for a strong arm stunt. He's some rag time singer to, and always gets many recalls. Young Ben Butler, in parallel bars tricks is all to the mustard, especially since he built his own bars out of plumbers' material to please the boys and the "Y" with his athletic work.

Jazz Band Delights.

You should have heard the Jazz band last week! With our senses of rhythm charmed with syncopated measures flowing out from a happy combination of piano, cornet, violin and drums, all Jazzing with an abandon that brought memories of famous metropolitan resemblance of certain popular ragtime tunes whose very disorder was an unmelodic delight.

When you look over this list of performers you will understand where the suggested memories came from: Otto F. Horpel, violin and cornet, formerly of churchill's, New York; Abe Wakschal, drummer, of the same grub-and-joy emporium; Angelo Russo, better known as Frank Ross, pianist, and John Varrassl, cornetist, both of Coney Island cabaret fame. Then there is Charles Smith, trombonist, who formerly graces Sousa's band.

These boys after a little more work together, will play another programme in J-10, and then will tour the Y.M.C.A. huts and thus reach an audience of about 5,000 soldiers.

Clever With Their Dukes.

And then the boxers! Believe us, if Uncle Sammy would only arm this bunch up with a set of regular boxing mitts and send them "over the top," the Germans would turn tail and beat it for the tall timber of Wurtembourg!

Bouts of all kinds, lightweights, middles and heavies, and bantams and papers, are glad to do their bit and take a few on the nose for the cause of keeping the big bunch in the hut happy.

Sergt. Smoln of the 13th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, is a famous rounder in the more exclusive boxing circles of New York. The sergeant ably assisted in the managing of a series of bouts last week, and has volunteered to provide a whole evening's entertainment of boxing from among his many Y.M.H.A. friends. This is the spirit!

Think of the Esquimaux.

There is a captain of an ambulance corps who has formed the habit of going to bed at 9 o'clock. When asked the why and the wherefore of his strange behavior, he explained that he simply did it in self-defense, there being no heat and no stoves in his quarters.

Vaudeville of Palace Quality Being Put Over in Section "P"

Under direction of Martin Beck, formerly of the "Love of Mike" company of New York, who is now in the 305th Machine Gun Battalion, a splendid series of vaudeville programmes is being put on in Section P. Beck is an accomplished actor and his monologues and songs have captured the house.

Among the exceptionally talented performers on these programmes should be mentioned Austin McClure, who "can tickle the ivories something scandalous," and whose officiating at the keyboard has enabled Section P to put on some excellent singers with proper accompaniment.

And as for tenors, why M. Rodolfe, the Italian warbler of dulcet tones, simply stops the show every time he Carusoes at the entertainments. The Boston Opera Company used to boast about having M. Rodolfe on its programmes, but now he is exclusively Camp Upton's for he is a member of the 306th Field Artillery headquarters Command. His singing is the talk of Camp Upton and each time he appears he has to sing as much in a night as he would have to in a week with the Boston Opera Company. Encore is his middle name.

And say, Sam Bernard's nephew Dave Jones, is here. He was called from the Majesty Theartre of Chicago to do his bit for Uncle Sam.

Another man is out to bite the spike off the Kaiser's helmet. He is Eugene O'Nesta, just in from the Bert Levey Circuit of California. He bites horseshoes into bits, just as if they were made of dough, and eats the pieces as an appetizer for breakfast. When Henry Lederman, who makes a steady diet of matches and burning paper, get together and "go over the top" it will be goodbye Kaiser Bill.

Mrs. Dwight Also Sings.

Mr. Dwight of the 307th Band has delighted the boys with his singing and when his wife came to visit the camp she also favored the soldiers with several soprano selections, much to the delight of the khaki-clad tribe.

The Hoosier Male Quartette gave a most enjoyable series of songs the other night and Mr. Goldberg sang and also accompanied Joe Martin and I. Levine when they vocalized in most pleasing and melodious fashion.

Herman Cohen, the yodeler; C. Patterson, "Buddy" Child and William Hecker, all singers par excellence; L.D. Reiley and Steve Ahern, buck and reel dancers, and Ira Grossman, plain and fancy whistler, are a few of the many stars who have shown on our platform during the past few nights.

"The Colonel" Will Drop In on Upton To Boost War Loan

After being thoroughly Uptonized and getting into the life and spirit of this camp, a part of a man's creed becomes: "I believe they all come here sooner or later."

A fellow becomes accustomed to thinking himself in the hub of the universe, after he's been here a few days, has been coated with boulevard dust from limousines seeking Division Headquarters, has seen a French officer, caught a glimpse of a general and passed colonels and majors daily.

Therefore, it doesn't cause quakes of excited surprise to learn "the Colonel" is to be an Upton visitor. The quakes will probably come when he arrives. He's to be here, so the information, slightly more credible than reports from Gen. Rumor's office, has it for a speech.

Wednesday, Oct. 24 is the date when T.R. comes into our busy midst. The address will be delivered in the vicinage of Hill 77, sometime headquarters knoll.

The occasion is Liberty Loan Day, which will be observed in camp with an auspicious gathering on the hill.

GEN. ORDERS HANDS SERVE BLOW TO CREPE HANGERS

Beginning on Wednesday of this week half-holiday will be the order for the local soldiery. This probably will come as sad news to the professional crepe -hangers and joy-killers who have tried to get the upper hand, but their efforts are gradually being abandoned as useless, especially in view of other leaves from Mr. Gen. orders' notebook one of which herewith reproduced:

"All unnecessary work will be suspended and with prescribed limitations, officers and enlisted men will be permitted to leave camp from noon on Saturday until reveille on the following Monday and on all regularly declared national holidays, i.e., New Year’s Day, Washington's Birthday (February 22), Decoration Day (May 30), July 4, Labor Day, Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day."

There are exceptions, of course, to the Wednesday half-holiday. They are: (1) Officers who are scheduled to attend a session of a prescribed school; (2) Officers and enlisted men on duty which requires their presence; (3) Officers and enlisted men required for the necessary guard, police and care of public animals; (4) Officers and enlisted men at the various headquarters, depots, hospitals, etc., whose presence is deemed necessary by the head of the department concerned.

WHAT'S WHAT IN THAT R UNIT.

True to the plan outlined in our last issues, this phase of camp activity has been pushed hard. Six classes have organized-five of them being in English for non-English speaking soldiers and one in elementary French.

Following are the instructors working with the Educational Director in the R building of the Y.M.C.A., at the corner of Fourth and Fifth Streets:

English-Edwin A. Whalen, Co. M. 306th Infantry; Mr. Rubarti, Co. K., 305th Infantry; F.A. Stembler, Co. I., 305th Infantry; Elias M. Boddy, Co. D., 307th Infantry, and Edward S. Greenbaum (of Co. H., 305th Infantry), at Machine Gun. Co., 306th Infantry.

French-Victor Chanken, Co. K., 305th Infantry.

The enrollment in these classes totals approximately 150 men.

Classes are forming in each barracks in the 306th Infantry.

CAPTAIN ELDRED HONORED.

On Friday, October 19, the men of Compnay H, 306th Infantry, Barracks R 21, gave an entertainment in honor of their commander, Captain Hurbert W. Eldred. Many surprises were offered. One of the feature numbers was the 306th Infantry Band. Among the others were Senor Ubaldini, formerly a tenor of the Metropolitan Opera company; Joe Termini, of the vaudeville team of D'Lier & Termini; Ben Baker, of Sherman, Baker & Branigan, and a contingent of vaudeville artists direct from Broadway, led by the author, playwright and actor, Thomas J. Gray.

The entertainment was arranged by Ben Piermont, formerly booking manager of the Sheedy Vaudeville Agency, New York, and booking the Gordon Olympia circuit through New England, and Eddie Cloth, who supplies entertainments for the B.P.O.E. through the Middle West.

NO CHANCE FOR THIS AD!

We know of a certain Lieutenant of a frivolous turn, of mind who swears he will never buy another uniform from any other house but Brooks Brothers, and the reason is not so much quality or cut of the clothes as the young member of the more deadly sex who pins on the caduces of the coat. Said officer is offering to take any of his friends who needs coats or uniforms down there, just on the off chance of getting better acquainted.

Jewish Welfare Board Institutes Programme of Help for Boys

Y.M.C.A. Co-operates with Agency for Service-Has the Upton Spirit of helping the Chap who Needs it.

By J.C. Hyman, Jewish Welfare Board.

The Jewish Board for welfare Work at Camp Upton has established its headquarters at the "P" Unit Building of the Y.M.C.A., Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street.

With the cordial co-operation of the Association the Jewish Welfare Board has begun to make its influence felt.

Hebrew religious services are held regularly on Friday evenings at the P Unit Building. Magazines and pamphlets of interest particular to the Jewish men are at hand for distribution. The army-Navy Hebrew Prayer Book is soon to be presented to each Jewish member of the camp. Speakers of prominence in Jewish religious and lay circles from time to time will speak at our service.

We are not going to duplicate the work of the Y.M.C.A., which has been doing splendid work for all; but will simply work along with it, meet those needs which the association cannot provide for in the case of many of the Jewish men here. We want all the boys to come here with their needs and troubles, and we'll try to be of service. All Jewish men are urged to meet the representative of the Welfare Board, Joseph C. Hyman, and to enroll in his camp directory. Relatives and friends may come here to find out the company and regimental assignments of any of the boys.

Arrangements have been made to entertain small groups of men at Patchogue each weekend. The board has been co-operating with the Y.M.C.A. to organize classes in English and French and to supply instructors. Letter writing squads have been formed, and personal help rendered in a number of cases.

All men who desire assistance, consistent with the regulations and spirit of Camp Upton, are assured of the cordial interest of the board. If you wish to form any group for entertainments-for social purposes, religious study, literary work, or for instruction- you are invited to visit this office. We will help you to get these groups formed. Our office is open practically all day and from 7 to 9:30 every evening.

Come in and get acquainted.

Yap and Yanks

It is understood that the brother of a friends of the bird who killed the Archduke is in Upton and that he admitted the relationship to the fellow who bunks next to him. Soon the cousin of the gent who waxes the Kaiser's whiskers will be discovered and the roster will be complete.

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It certainly ought to Stump the German War Office if they could visit Upton and see the boys grubbing away with pick and axe.

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The manual of arms, we understand, will be rewritten to accommodate the new style of breech-loading rakes and Mauser shovels with which the boys are equipped. Have you attended one of the "hoe-downs" yet?

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"The warriors on the turrets high,

Moving athwart the evening sky.

Seemed forms of giant height."

Mr. Scott, who wrote the above, must have at one time seen an Upton outfit streaking along the Rue de Gasoline, with rakes towering aloft and shovels raised skyward.

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It took half an hour to explain to a rookie that the Liberty Loan was not organized by the chap who took his razor and used it without permission.

HE THROWS 'EM AWAY.

Up at the base hospital, where the newly arrived men go for examination, is a private of the hospital corps who will either develop into a successful financier or become a skillful burglar.

As the raw ones file past the table where he sits he tells them to leave their cigarettes there. Informing them that they are not allowed to take any tobacco with them. Bring a conscientious you man, he throws the cigarettes away, of course.

GEN. BELL ISSUES ORDERS RELATING TO PASSES TO MEN.

Memorandum 92 Contains Complete Information Concerning Leave and Train To and From Camp.

The following-Memorandum No. 92- having to do with that vital matter of leaves is published in full "for the benefit of all concerned:"

Memorandum No. 92.

Headquarters 77th Division,

Camp Upton, N.Y.

1. In order to accommodate the number of men who desire to visit New York on Saturdays and Sundays it is necessary to regulate the distribution to trains leaving Camp Upton.

2. The following will be strictly adhered to. Brigade and Independent Unit Commanders will exercise such supervision as it necessary to accomplish the purpose.

(a) The number of passes granted in any regiment or independent unit from Saturday noon until Monday morning to travel on trains to new York will not exceed 25 per cent. of the strength of the command. This distribution of passes will be such that every man whose conduct warrants it will such that every man whose conduct warrants it will be given the refusal of a pass once each four weeks.

(b) Sixty per cent. of the 25 per cent. of each regiment and independent unit authorized to go to New York on trains will equally distributed among the nine trains leaving Camp Upton between 12 noon and 2:30 P.M. Saturdays and 20 per cent. on trains leaving Camp Upton between 5:30 P.M. and 8:50 P.M. Saturdays; the remainder on any train desired on Sundays.

(c) Passes will state specifically the train on which each man is to leave the camp. (Printed passes will be provided from these headquarters for all organizations.)

Must March in Body.

(d) Regimental and independent unit commanders will cause the men for each train to be formed on the Regimental Parade and carefully inspected to insure that each man is in proper uniform, cleanly shaven, shoes polished, and that he presents a neat appearance. After verification of passes and inspection of uniform and general detachment will be marched by an officer and such men as are necessary to the train and reported to the officer of the military police in charge at the depot platform. All the men for each train from each regiment and independent unit will be marched to the train in a body and not by smaller fractions.

(e) The officer in charge of the detachment for each train from each regiment will see that each man is provided with a proper ticket before reporting his detachment to the officer in charge at the depot platform. If all the men are to purchase tickets, the detachment must arrive at the station in sufficient time for that purpose before the departure of the train. Each detachment must go on the train designated.

(f) Men will not be given pass to leave camp until they are fully uniformed, unless pass is approved by brigade or independent unit commanders, who will only approve such passes under special circumstances’.

(g) Each detachment will be warned to return from New York and Brooklyn on Sunday afternoon and early evening trains, so as not to overload the late trains in the evening. This should apply especially to men who leave Camp Upton on the early trains.

3. The Provost Marshal will send a guard consisting of one officer and four men to each of the following stations, leaving here in time to arrive thereat not later than 12 o'clock noon on Sundays:

Pennsylvania Station, New York City.

Flatbush Avenue Station, Brooklyn, Long Island Railroad Station, Jamaica, L.I.

4. The guard at each station will maintain order and prevent any train being overloaded. Passes signed by the Provost Marshal for these guards will be accepted by train conductors. These guards will return to camp on the train leaving New York at 3 A.M. on Monday mornings.

5. The Provost Marshal will take charge of the maintenance of order and the loading of trains at Camp Upton Station.

Week End Schedules.

6. The following schedule of Saturday and Sunday trains is announced. This schedule will be in effect until announced otherwise. The schedule for the remaining days of the week will remain as published in Long Island Railroad time tables.

From Camp Upton to New York and Brooklyn:

Saturdays-Leave Camp Upton 10 A.M., 12:10 P.M., 12:30 P.M., 12:45 P.M., 1 P.M., 1:15 P.M., 1:30 P.M., 1:45 P.M., 2 P.M., 2:30 P.M., 5:30 P.M., 5:45 P.M., 6 P.M., 7:03 P.M., 8:30 P.M.

Sundays- Leave Camp Upton 7:30 A.M., 8 A.M., 9 A.M., 10 A.M., 4:30 P.M., 5 P.M., 5:30 P.M., 6:30 P.M., 8:30 P.M.

From New York (Pennsylvania Station) and Brooklyn (Flatbush Avenue):

Saturdays- 8 A.M., 10:25 A.M., 2:15 P.M., 9:30 P.M., 11:45 P.M.

Sundays- 4:40 A.M., 9:10 A.M., 10:35 A.M., 4:17 P.M., 8 P.M., 8:30 P.M., 9 P.M., 9:30 P.M., 9:45 P.M., 10 P.M., 10:30 P.M., 11 P.M., 11:15 P.M., 11:30 P.M., 11:45 P.M., 12 midnight, 3 A.M. (Monday mornings).

7. This memorandum will be read to all organizations at retreat on Thursday and Friday evenings, Oct. 18 and 19, and will be posted on the bulletin boards of all organizations.

By command of Major Gen. Bell,

E.E. BOOTH.

Lieut. Col., Gen. Staff, Chief of Staff.

Official:

WM. N. HASKELL.

Adjt. Gen., Adjutant.

Educational Work- Y.M.C.A.

(Contributed by Prof. MacLennan, Director of Y.M.C.A. Educational Activities Camp Upton.)

What does the Y.M.C.A. seek to do?

It seeks to do everything it can to give the soldier a hoe where he is always welcome; to provide him with recreation; to put him in touch with forces which make for moral and religious uplift; to give him opportunity to exercise his mind in leisure hours.

What phase of the Y.M.C.A. work serves specially the mental interested of the soldier?

The educational work.

What educational work is being offered?

Classes in English for non-English speaking soldiers.

Classes in French for those who go to France.

Classes in special branches as need may arise.

A library- not only books to be obtained at the desk, but a wide range of magazines for all who ask for them.

Where can information as to classes, book or magazines be obtained?

At the counter from the educational secretary of each building.

Note: Will former teachers of English for foreigners, and of French, who would aid in the above work, please give their names to the educational secretary at each Y.M.C.A. hut?

SOME STRATEGY.

Two-Weeks veteran- Did you know Gen. Bell had just ordered a million handkerchiefs for us in Camp Upton?

Rookie- No, what's the idea?

T-W-V- He figured it'd be a terrible blow to the Kaiser.

JUNIOR LEAGUE MAKES BIG HIT BY PASSING OUT EATS TO BOYS

The Junior League of New York has won for itself a big place in the hearts of the men of Camp Upton by means of that surest approach, the soldier’s appetite.

Recently in two of the Y.M.C.A buildings on opposite sides of the camp the young ladies have passed out to eager crowds of men hot coffee, chocolate, sandwiches and cake.

The men do not mind waiting in turn for an "issue" of this kind, but it is lucky that it is not an issue of ordnance or clothing for sandwiches and coffee do not list more than around the corner with a husky artilleryman or doughboy.

Benny Leonard Visits Yaphank and Tells the Boys of an A.O.H. Meeting over Which he Presided

Champion Lightweight Boxer Says All the Corrigans, Finnegans and O'Briens were Anxious to "Make an Impression" on Him.

(By Stumpy Steve of Upper J.)

Benny Leonard, lightweight champ, was in camp recently. His scheduled exhibition was declared off on account of a rain storm, but Benny stated his willingness to come down again. Indeed he predicted he would be assigned to Camp Upton as boxing instructor, when he may be attached as civilian aide to Gen. Bell.

Benny is a bright, alert, genial boy who makes friends easily, and is as modest as they make 'em.

He told the boys here of a little experience he had in the officers training camp at Fort Niagara, near Buffalo. Going over there from Toronto, where he had fought a real battle to aid the Candian Red Cross, he expressed his willingness to box two or three exhibition rounds, not feeling capable of any real work.

In response to his invitation, a gentleman by the name of Halligan stepped up and boxed four rounds. When this bout was over and Benny was ready to take his departure, another gentleman walked into the ring, named Finnegan. When Finnagan was through a gentleman named Corrigan made know his desire to try out the champ, then another names Murphy, and another named O'Brien, and a few others of Hibernian descent.

"In Fact," said Benny, with a laughing reference to his own Semitic ancestry, "I boxed six of 'em, and went about twenty rounds, and when I was through, there was a steen line about a mile long waiting to take a crack at me."

And if Benny had only had the time and the light had held, he would be there yet fighting Irishmen.

Big-Time Soccer Expected.

It is expected that one of the best soccer teams in New York will be down to play a picked team representing the Camp Upton Division, and all soccer players who wish to try out for the team their names in to their athletic officers, or to the Recreation Secretary at the Y.M.C.A. in their section of the camp.

Judging from the way the old sphere is being booted high into the air in almost every street in camp, there must be a number of star exponents of the association on game.

Interest in the indoor baseball game is reviving, and some of the games played recently in this section have the world's series stopped a mile for real excitement. One outfielder saved a barber bill by singeing his hair when he retrieved a ball from the company incinerator.

Wants to Develop Han-Chasers By Cross Country Running

By F.L. Stembler, Manager.

For the present we shall confine our activities to cross-country running. We want eight of the best distance runners of Company I to represent a cross-country team that will clean up every other one in sight.

This is a wide open affair-every man in the company has an equal opportunity of making the team. It matters not who your ancestors were, how much money you may have in the bank or how many cups and medals you have stored away in your trunk back home. The only thing that counts is your ability to deliver the goods, and here and now.

Your humble manager has cut out cigarettes, pie, cheap candy, bum soda water and other junk of similar nature. You won't be shot if you follow suit. In all our running and training we are going to imagine we are chasing and catching retreating Germans. And personally, after I've caught the poor fish, I want to have enough wind left to land an K.O. wallop for Uncle Sam and good old Company I. Are you with us?

I know darned well you are.

Sign up right away. This means all cripples, fat men, would-be Dorandos, regular runners and natural born hard luck guys. I'm your pal- you can count on me to go the full distance with you. So let's have your name.

" World Serious" Does Not Bother Upton Athletes.

While the boys at Camp Upton were interested in the 'World Serious," they were far more absorbed in the baseball games in which they participated at Yaphank. None of the White Sox or Giants battled with any more determination than is evinced in the camp games between different companies, battalions and regiments.

Needless to say the outcome of the "World Serious" was disappointing to the soldiers here, a majority of whom are New Yorkers. All of them were pulling for the Giants because they believe all the world's championships belong to the Big Town.

While the Uptoonites are not willing to concede that the best team won the championship, most of them agree with "Bugs Baer" that he worst team lost. If McGraw had had the benefit of the advice of the several thousand grand stand and bleacher managers here, he would have won the series in four straight.

SECTION "P" STAGES GOOD, FAST BOUTS.

Men in 307th Infantry Furnished Lively Entertainment, Benny Leonard Referee.

A number of fast exhibition boxing bouts were staged on Friday evening, in Section "P", Y.M.C.A. Building, by George Morley of New York, under the auspices of Company H, Three Hundred and Seventh Infantry.

Morley brought a clever lot of boxers and provided a first class ring which was set up in the centre of the building, affording the large crowd a lively evening. Benny Leonard, whose exhibition bout in an indoor ring before a throng of admirers at the camp had to be called off because of rain, appeated as referee for several of the bouts.

"VETERANS" KIDDING YAPHANK ROOKIES

Still they come.

Second Avenue is lined with them daily, and the fellows who have been in camp themselves for considerably less than a week, and have not even learned how to lace up their leggings, greet them with derisive cries.

"Wait till you get the shot," "bevo for yours," "Get in step there" and "Come and get your slum," are some of the most common remarks.

And the fellows who do the most "kidding" are the most awkward members of the awkward squads! But bless your life, they are soldiers now. They have their uniforms, or part of them, even if they do walk with a protuberance on their respective backs similar to that worn by the dromedary.

H PUTS BEE ON K OF 305TH.

Company K played an excellent game of basketball against Company H, both lost out in the last ten minutes, of the furious attack of the men of H.

The first half ended with the score 6 to 0, favoring Company K. At the final whistle Company H led, the count being 14 to 10. Lieut. Fields of the 305th Company K refereed.

It was the most spirited game me have seen at Camp Upton to date.

LIEUT. HAYES A LIVE WIRE.

Lieut. Hayes, the athletic director of the 306th Regiment, is a very enthusiastic worker and shows delightful co-operative spirit. He and Mr. Gridley have planned so that each company shall have a necessary supply of athletic equipment, inter-company basketball, baseball and volleyball, and the plans are also well under way for a strong regimental football team. With the help of Lieut. Blanchard a tackling dummy will be erected as soon as the equipment can be obtained.

SNAPPY BOUTS ARE WITNESSED BY MEN IN CO. C SIGNAL CORPS

Boxing Gloves Presented by Capt. H.H. Lawson Used Immediately by Scrappers.

Capt. H.H. Lawson of Company C, 302d Field Battalion. Signal Enlisted Reserve Corps at Camp Upton, has presented the men in his barracks with a set of boxing gloves.

Most of the men of Company C are expert telegraph, radio and telephone operators, and among them can be found students from the most prominent Eastern universities. When Capt. Lawson presented the gloves and announced that the men could use them at their will in their barracks he was heartily cheered and applauded.

Private J.R. Leahy, formerly a second to Willie Jackson, a member of some of New York's foremost athletic and sporting clubs and a popular referee with the younger generation officiated, and arranged the bouts among the boys. Capt. Lawson's presence contributed great impetus to the matches. To avoid any over exertion among the participants he was forced to place a limit of three rounds of two minutes each for every bout.

The star bout of the evening was between Private R. Kuehl and Private E.C. manion, both in the 150 pound class. This entertaining scrap was unfortunately terminated in the second round when one of the contestants sprained his wrist. Both men showed good form and gave evidence of previous training.

Another fast and interesting contest was that between first class Private M.J. Kelly and first class Private F.S. Pierson, 130 pound men. They showed familiarity with the gloves and fought squarely.

Assistant Cook H. Schoen, a 150 pounder, took part in two bouts, the first with first class Private J.G. McNaught and the other with Private H.S. Rull.

A very snappy bout between Privates M.H. (Battling Murphy) Steinhauer and A.J. Patafio, weighing 120 pounnds each, ended quite suddenly in the second round, when the former was obliged to withdraw on account of a bleeding nose. First class Private D.A. Miller, a six-footer in his stocking feet, and Private E.F. (Shorty) Smith amused greatly with a Mutt and Jeff burlesque bout.

Other matches were Private H. Pittinger vs. Corporal A. Greenburg, Private G.L. Vurtis Vs. first class Private E.C. Brennan, Private O.D. Plank vs. Private J.C. Gosner, Corporal G.A. McDowell vs. J.G. McNaught.

Seventy-seventh to Go Down in History as Division of Soldiers Athletes, if Present Dope is Trustworthy.

Grid Contest with Camp Devens Scheduled for Nov. 24 at Polo Grounds, and Game between Division Eleven and Big College is Planned- Jiu Jitsu expert Will Give Boys Some Samurai Tricks to Use in Trenches.

Frank Glick, Civilian Aide, promoting Upton's athletic activities, was interviewed by representative of Trench and Camp not many minutes before the matter for the publication was due in the printer's trembling digits. In spite of the lateness of the appeal, Mr. Glick responded, giving the following story under his own hand and seal:

In a few weeks the full quota if men for Camp Upton will be located in permanent barracks, and by that time it is expected that every company will have sufficient athletic material to play all the American games, the knowledge of which is proving so valuable to the men "over there."

We desire all company athletic officers who have not received athletic material of some kind to drop a card to that effect to Frank Glick, in care Divisional Headquarters.

With the clearing of grounds on all sides of camp and within the camp proper, playing fields for football, baseball, basketball, soccer, volleyball, etc., have been laid out, and games are being played all over camp in the soldiers' off time.

The fall being "football time" regiments are organizing their football teams and a schedule is being arranged to decide the championship of the division.

The Divisional Athletic Council has accepted the challenge of the Athletic Officer of Camp Devens and a game has been arranged with that team, to be played November 24 at the Polo Grounds.

A game will probably be played with the Camp Dix team in the near future, and if the proper spirit and punch, is shown by the division the biggest game in the East will be played by the 77th Division team against the best college team in the country. This game is being arranged by the Mayor's Committee of National Defense.

Allen Smith, a Scotsman who has lived in Japan several years, and one of the foremost jiu-jitsu experts in the world, will be here shortly to instruct the officers in the essence of this famous Japanese "art."

All officers desiring instruction must notify Mr. Glick, who is arranging a class in jiu-jitsu. Later on there will be classes for the enlisted men. A knowledge of this science will be of much value to the men in the hand-to-hand trench warfare. There will also be instruction given in boxing, the instructor to be announced later. He will probably be a world champion fighter.

We think of athletics for peace alone, but in this greatest game of all the "soldier athlete" is proving of greatest value. The 77th Division will go down in history as the "division of soldier athletes"

Get in the game!

Pepper Talks

By George Matthew Adams

THE WAR

I am a believer in THE PLANNED running through all time. That things don't "just happen." That a life appears at its time for a reason- to fulfill ITS purpose. And that there are no accidents of destiny.

And that you were born at the particular minute of the world's evolving that you were because you were meant to best fit in at your particular time. History is but a proving of the fitness of happenings.

This war had to come. But it will end-because IT MUST. It is all in the plan of the world.

Victor Hugo in writing of the fall of Napoleon laid no fault at the feet of the great Corsican. He simply stated that the world had become unsteadily weighted by his power and that God had to step in. Well, God did.

So now our hearts must bitterly bleed with the heart of the whole world. But we must remember that out of it all is sure to come a "new birth of freedom" of such quality that the world has never known.

Events must face their time. Just at the hour when we thought that brotherhood had somehow come around, it drew its sword. And this same sword must be sheathed. But not until after the scathing plan of the Watcher of the world has been wrought.

So it is that in faith we fight on. And we are unafraid. The end is being justified right now. This war must go on until the great heart of the world has found its balance.

And then peace-the peace of Understanding among men.

A PASSING TRUTH

It's queer, but it's so,

Men are fashioned this way:

If you pay as you go

They will want you to stay.

Y.M.C.A. Doing Its Bit For Soldiers "Over There"

Many American Soldiers who say they could not imagine what field service would be without the Y.M.C.A. buildings and their comforts and conveniences are wondering whether they will have the same facilities "Over There" as in the cantonments.

The Y.M.C.A. is on the job "Over There" as well as over here, and this is what Rt. Hon. David Lloyd George thinks of it:

"Few organizations have done so much in caring for the comfort and well-being of our soldiers as your associations."

"They give invaluable help to the army, and have immeasurably lightened the hardships which have to be endured by our troops."

"In recognizing the excellent work that has already been done, I should like to wish you success in that which you still propose to undertake."

EAST SIDERS TAKE KAISER INTO CAMP

Many novelties were introduced into the parades of the selective service men throughout the country on their way to railroad stations to entrain for their camps, but the boys from one of the East Side districts in New York seemed to have capped the climax.

Well up toward the head of the East Sider's column was presented the spectacle of Uncle Sam taking the Kaiser, heavily shackled, into camp.

One of the selective service men was costumed as Uncle Sam and the other dressed as the Kaiser, spiked helmet, high boots and all. Uncle Sam walked slightly in advance of the Kaiser, so as to strain the heavy, glittering handcuffs and make them visible to the thousands of spectators who laughed and cheered.

OCTOBER 29, 1917

NEW Y.M.C.A. OPENED WITH BIG TIME VAUDEVILLE.

The opening of the new Y.M.C.A. Building at Fifth Avenue and 14th Street was a most auspicious event, the special programme of vaudeville and boxing bouts being witnessed by hundreds of men from the 152d Artillery Brigade, made up of 304th, 305th and 306th Field Artillery and 302d Trench Mortar Battery. The Regimental Band of the 305th Field Artillery furnished the good music for the evening.

The Crowning event of the programme was the five-act vaudeville show put on by the professional performers from the B.F. Keith circuit now enlisted in the artillery. "Mr. Jazz, Himself." otherwise known as Termint, knocked them cold with his sensational performance on the violin. Walter Shirley of the team of Shirley and Shirley won instantaneous favor with his singing of popular ballads, while Willie Reynolds, assisted by "Dummy," produced a clever ventriloquist act which went big. Jack Waldron ripped off several rollicking rags and Davey Jones got a large hand for his monologue. Austin McClure known on Broadway as the "Pianola Kid," took the piano on a joy ride and several other ivory ticklers obliged. It was a large evening.

START LANGUAGE CLASSES.

The upper J Y.M.C.A. has started a very vital work of teaching English to men who need such knowledge. Private Mantinband, who has had six years’ experience in the well-known Roberts method, has conducted two demonstrations for the men who are going to teach, while Private S. Goldstein has twice taught a class of ten men. During the past ten days a French class with enrollment of twenty-two has been taught by Private Jobin, formerly interpreter for the export department of J.P. Morgan & Co. In its five meetings the class has made good progress in the pronunciation of French.

Upton's Political Pot Boiling These Last Campaign Days

Fusionists and Democrats Have Headquarters Here-Suffragists and Antis Active.

Camp Upton's pot is merrily boiling, with headquarters established by both the Fusion and the Democratic organizations and speakers carded in the interests of both parties, including Mayor Mitchel and Judge Hylan. Mayor Mitchel's strong-hold, a gaily striped tent sways in the breezes at Third Avenue and Tenth Street, while the Democratic chieftains have secured a location on Upton Boulevard just at the foot of Headquarters Hill.

Meetings have been held between 7 and 9 o'clock almost every evening, with speakers from the city, among those whom "we have had with us" being Marcus M. Marks, candidate for Borough President of Manhattan, and ex-Adjutant Gen. Louis W. Stotesbury, candidate for City Judge, both appearing in their own behalf. Both are running on the Fusion ticket.

Nor can the suffragists and antis be omitted from the list of those contributing to the camps political invigoration. Both have had a turn at the camp, with banners, speeches and all other essentials of a demonstration. Col. Roosevelt. it is understood, is engaged to speak Wednesday afternoon, Oct. 31, under the auspices of the Woman Suffrage Party. Personal visits by Mayor Mitchel and Judge Hylan divide the centre of interest with the Colonel.

Soldier-electors registered their names on Oct. 24 on blank forms provided the company organizations. All enlisted men entitled to a vote thus declared themselves as a part of the great metropolitan electorate which will make Nov. 6 a "day long to be remembered" as one might characterize cannily.

A Sensation was introduced at roll-call the other morning when Private Wilson's name was called. He had hurried up from the milk train to be counted, and when his name was called he drowsily answered, "Oh well, I guess you'll have to gimme another ginger ale."

Intensive Competition Was Minimized to Keep Men From Subscribing Beyond Their Means.

Throughout Camp Upton are recruits who wear proudly on their coats a small button which doubles the pride they feel in their uniform. They are doing double service, as subscribers to quarter spaces.

Upton's enlisted men responded nobly to the call for subscribers, and many in camp had to be held back from making a larger investment than his means could handle. It was the aim of those in charge of the campaign here to keep the men from buying more bonds then they could afford. This conservation and restraint of competitive methods, which might have resulted in many men obligating themselves out of proportion with their resources, has kept the total figure something below that of the other camps, but the response from the rank and file had been more gratifying.

The estimated total is $1,500,000. Friday was the last day for the subscriptions under the Government allotment plan, whereby payment of the bonds is to be made out of the monthly pay, and at that time the following figures were given out:

308th Infantry............................................................$208,800

306th Infantry..............................................................184,800

305th Infantry..............................................................135,850

307th Infantry..............................................................101,900

306th Field Artillery.....................................................102,700

304th Field Artillery.......................................................53,000

305th Field Artillery.......................................................69,800

304th Machine Gun Battery............................................16,950

305th Machine Gun Battery............................................21,900

306th Machine Gun Battery............................................12,850

302d Engineers..............................................................73,700

302d Supply Train............................................................8,850

302d Ammunition Train.................................................59,550

302d Trench Mortar Battery...........................................12,250

Headquarters Troop........................................................7,950

Miscellaneous Brigades Hdqs.......................................305,350 Total...............................................$1,367,200

"General Havoc" Rides into Camp Astride a Gale

Takes Command at Upton, and Turns Things Topsy Turvy, Doing Much Damage.

A saw-edged Long Island nor'easter, the kind that you read about in Fakem's Almanac for 1882, has had Upton gasping for breath.

There have been blows here since the breeze which wafted in the first contingent of recruits, but the one last week leads all subsequent ones by several laps. It took the blue ribbon, the chased sterling loving cup, likewise anything else portable that happened in its path. It was the kind of a gale that you can lean against, like a wall. It whipped across the local moors and fens like an avenging, destroying angel, upsetting plans for Liberty Loan Day, snatching mess-kits from rookie land, rocking barracks like cradles and wafting insecure campaign hats far aloft.

With the gale was mixed moisture. It might have been rain had it been given any sort of chance, but the wind grabbed it and twisted it into stingy little hard pellets, which attacked a fellow in the face and made him think he was in a hail of German shrapnel. The dust which had been lying around camp in heaps became sifty mud the inhaled shoes with the tenacity if that fabled Flanders variety.

There was very little human activity possible. The hurricane held the stage. In a few places an effort was made to stand out against it, one of the most notable being the watch tower on Tower Hill, where for two tortuous hours members of the military police force held stormy vigil. They like stormy petrels, standing out against the blow. The plan for athletic contests, it was thought might be modified to suit the weather, and there was some talk of an afternoon of aquatic sports, but this was thought disloyal to the naval branch of the service.

Real damage was wrecked in one quarter of the camp at least. The Y.M.C.A. Theatre tent figured in this, being completely wrecked by the storm. The canvas was torn to ribbons and the big canvas too completely dismantled. Costumers belonging to the War Time Players who were booked for several performances were damaged to the extent of several hundred dollars.

EACH BARRACK TO HAVE GRAPHOPHONE Men in Camp Will Have McCormack Lauder, Causo as Their Permanent Guests Every Night.

Jazz bands, Caruso, Harry Lauder, John McCormack and any number of other stars-a whole firmament of them-are coming to Yaphank, since it is rather hard for Yaphank to go to them.

Not in the flesh are they coming, but in a guise almost as satisfactory. They will be the guests of honor in every barracks of the camp, where they've been given an invitation. For every pine home in Upton that wants one is to have a graphophone with a set of records.

The Generosity of John H. Burton of New York makes this possible, and already the first shipment of fifty machines has been received. More will follow. A set of six records is given with each machine, and a phonograph record expert is picking the selections which are most acceptable.

A different variety is compassed in each set, the understanding being that the records can be exchanged, one company with another.

Mr. Burton has had the co-operation of the Y.M.C.A. of Upton in manipulating his benefaction, which will make thousands of local National Army men his friends. Assisting in the placement of machines and the details of the splendid bit of cheer bringing has been Capt. Charles L. Appleton of the 152d Deport Brigade.

Any one who has stood amazed at the solid comfort and entertainment which has been ground out by the Y.M.C.A. phonographs will stand aghast at the task of computing the enjoyment in store for barracks occupants through the real kindness of Mr. Burton.

JOHN DOE GETS MORE MAIL THAN ANY ONE ELSE IN CAMP Other Celebrities, Such as General Rumor, John W. Detail, &c., Not in it with Him When Letters Are Passed Out.

Camp Upton has probably more celebrities of fourteen-karat, first water variety than any other community of like size in this broad country of ours.

It is impossible to walk a dozen paces in any direction whatsoever without bumping into somebody or other very out of the ordinary.

Cabaret singers and dancers, opera stars, pugilists, burglars, bank cashiers, lawyers, newspapermen, prominent plumbers, well known policemen and firemen, celebrated chiropodists and baseball twirlers. Here they are, rubbing elbows with obscurities in a manner which classifies all of Upton's celebrities as salubrities also.

And not only are there many here which have been celebrated, but the camp has a big batch of local well knowns all its own. They are legion.

General Rumor is one of the most prominent with General Orders close on his heels.

John W. Detail is rapidly getting into the forefront also, with Mr. As you-were making him hustle for the honors.

Recently though, a local character has been discovered which shades all the aforementioned ones. He bids fair to crowd all competitors out of the running in this Camp Celebrity Competition.

He is John Doe-no middle initial. Notices posted in barracks have recognized Johns prominence and in-numerable privates have eagerly seconded their superior officer's declaration. A commendable desire on the part of rookies to carry out to the last letter all military orders has prompted them. On barracks bulletin boards has appeared John Doe's Magna Charta, somewhat after this form: "Have mail addressed to John Doe, Company C, 306th Infantry, Camp Upton, New York."

In consequence John's mail has been exceedingly heavy during the past few days.

MOUNTAINEERS AT HOME ON ISLAND

Capt. Green's company of the 305th deserves honorable mention for their industry in making the appearance of their barracks on of the be in camp. These boys from Lock Haven, Pa., are a long way from their beloved home in the mountains, but they are as happy as any New Yorkers in camp and their slogan is "Over There!"

YAPS AND YANKS "Stumping To-Night, Stumping To-Night, Stumping on the Old Camp Ground."

So doth the enlisted man at Upton vary the classic words of "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," while he rubs tenderly his latest blister where the harsh pull of a pick axe had ruffled up a soft skin, unused for years to anything but the pressure of a pen or a typewriter. "Watch your stump" has become a variation for "Watch your step."

The Prize excuse for a leave of absence has been dug up. A member of the 306th wanted to be given a pass so he could go home and do his Christmas shopping early. Next will come the fellow who wished to run home so that he could turn out the gas in the kitchen stove.

Many a rookie is complaining bitterly because the Post Exchanges don't issue trading stamps. The idea is that a post has something to do with stamps, and isn't an exchange a trade?

MIDWEEK HOLIDAY TRAINS

To handle the city-bound crowd of Upton men off on leave for the Wednesday half-holiday a schedule of trains has been prepared, supplementing the one governing the weekend crowd which was published recently in Trench and Camp. Fifteen per cent of a command in any regiment or independent unit will be entitled to passes. Sixteen and one third per cent of the fifteen per cent will leave on each of the six trains. The regulations governing the handling of the boys on leave are practically the same as those appearing in the aforementioned edition of this jubilant journal. Here is the said schedule:

Wednesday Special Trains From Camp Upton to New York and Brooklyn. Leave camp Upton 12:10 P.M., 12:30, 12:45, 1, 1:15, 5:30 From New York(Pennsylvania Station) and Brooklyn(Flatbush Avenue) at 10 P.M, 10:30, 11, 11:15, 11:30, 11:45

PASS RESTRICTIONS ADD TO MORTALITY RECORDS

Since the new order limiting the number of passes granted in each company for the weekend went into effect the captains have had a hard time trying to sort out the really deserving sheep from the undeserving goats.

It is surprising to learn the number of heart-breaking reasons why passes should be granted to nearly every member of his company, a certain captain was approached by the recruit who said: "Sir I want to go home in the worst possible way." "Why do you want to go home?" inquired the Captain. "Well, I want to go, the worst way," repeated the recruit. "All right take the Long Island." Laughed the captain, as he agreed to grant the pass.

EX-PRESIDENT TAFT SAYS AMERICA MUST WIN THIS WAR TO INSURE PEACE HEREAFTER "Suppression of the Power of the Hohenzollern Dynasty That is Responsible for the Present Crime Against Civilization" Imperative, Former Executive Declares

No Statement of America's war purpose is complete without reference to the proposed international agreement by which President Wilson and the foremost statesmen of our European allies hope to keep the world safe, after our armies and navies have rescued it from the peril of German autocracy ad military greed. This, un essence, is the object of the League to Enforce Peace, an organization which is urging a vigorous prosecution of the war as the first and most necessary step toward the realization of its aims. The following explanation of the purposes of the League to Enforce Peace was written for "Trench and Camp" by its President William Howard Taft formerly President of the United States.

The League to Enforce Peace is a plan for making the peace which follows this are a permanent peace. The plan looks to an international agreement of all nations, by which they shall enforce peaceable procedure before a court, or commission of conciliation, of a hearing, the submission of evidence, argument and a decision, either in the form of a judgment or a recommendation of compromise. If any nation begins war before this procedure has been completed, all the other nations agree to resist the war thus prematurely begun, in violation of the plighted faith of a member of the League.

The League does not look to the enforcement of the judgment or of the recommendation of compromise, but it counts on the delay and deliberation in such a peaceable procedure, taking at least eighteen months, to bring the parties to the quarrel to their senses, to bring the issues fairly before the world, and to afford an opportunity for a settlement other than by arms. The projectors of the League believe that in most cases war can thus be avoided.

We are now in a League to Enforce Peace. We are using the united forces of the democracies of the world to strike down irresponsible military autocracy. If that is allowed, no peace made after this war will be permanent. It will last as long as it is to the interest of the military dynasties to have it last, and them to strike for further conquest, peace will cease and war will begin again.

An indispensable condition, therefore, of a successful and useful League to Enforce Peace, after this war is over, must be the winning of the present war and the suppression of th power of Hohenzollern dynasty that is responsible for the present crime against civilization.

The fist purpose of those who wish to promote the League to Enforce Peace must be to win the war. That the Allies, with the aid of America, are going to do, no matter what it costs.

UPTON HAS OLDEST INHABITANT-QUITE A NUMBER, IN FACT "Yeh, I Remember When There Was Nuthin' but Woods, Just Woods," Says One of Them.

The town that can't trot out at least one oldest inhabitant is a terribly jaded burg and is badly crippled. Its chances to succeed are slimmer than the Kaiser's against the National Army.

Camp Upton is no such place. it has none of the handicap which grows from a lack of oldest inhabs. There are several here. And they are some old! Six months makes an oldest inhabitant. Six days can qualify a National Army man for the dignity. He feels like one as soon as another batch of recruits breezes in.

But take this oldest inhabitant feller-the bona fide kind, wit his memory harking back to antedeluvian days, before Upton was. He lacks the beard length and the sitting capacity of the conventional garden variety breed that infests country stories, but in most points he qualifies easily. A further point of difference with the stereotyped brand is that Camp Upton’s oldest inhabitant works for a living. But he's a 32 caliber bore just the same. Here's his line:

"Yeh, I was one of the first, if not THE first, man here. Believe me, some difference from wat she is now. You oughta have seen 'er (quaint, poetic symbol for the camp) when I first did. No Broadway nor nuthin." "Yeh, I came out with the first gang of office men. Slept in tents in them days. None of your fancy barracks livin then. Them was the good old days! We started to live down by the railroad, yeh, in tents. Been here for nearly six months now, Nuthin' here when we first came, Nuthin' but woods, all woods. There was woods right here where we're standin'-right here on this macadamized road." "Some different then! Yeh, we lived in tents, no barracks up then. After a while we moved-up into E-first barracks in camp. Yeh, we went through the mosquito days. Had to sleep under netting. Some life in them days. None o' your easy livin' then. Wasn't nuthin' here-only woods-just woods. Some different!"

Solider Says National Army Has Done Wonders for Him, and He Can Lick Dozen Germans With One Hand

Much has been written on the miracles of land reclamation which have been accomplished in building this barrack city on what was for scores of years a Long Island wilderness, a feat which makes the desert bloom and blossom as the rose. It is indeed a marvelous achievement, raising up walls where there were none, any laying down smooth roads where the underbrush always grew so thickly that a rabbit had to be an expert contortionist to travel without detouring. it is not to be discounted.

But there are other works of reclamation going on in Camp Upton, miracles of human regeneration which shade even in the windrous accomplishments of engineering. One of these has come to the writer's notice, and has been thoroughly be paralleled by many others, and added unto in lesser degree by kindred instances.

When Uncle Sam's great universal enlistment net was spread over New York City, as it was everywhere in the country, it included a certain fellow, twenty-nine years of age, living in the Rivington Street neighborhood. For nine years he had been in exile from his own home because of dissolute habits, and during that period never saw his own mother, although living within a few blocks of her.

His naturally powerful physique had been undermined by heavy drinking, but he was able to pass the army medical examination and came here with the first increment. He is already a new man.

In a conversation with the writer he said: "Until I came here, for years I never knew what a breakfast tasted like. it was always "four fingers" the first thing in the morning, and the little food I ate was all pickled in booze. I've cut that stuff entirely. Sunday I was home and saw my mother for the first time in years. She was tickled to death. And I came back sober; and, believe me I'm going to stay sober. I never had any ambition before, but now I feel as if I could lick a dozen Germans with one hand."

"After a big breakfast of steak and potatoes and oatmeal and coffee, that drill in the open air fixes me right. I'm getting hard as nails, sleep like a baby, and, gee, it’s tough to get up, but I enjoy it once I'm awake."

"You can say for me, boy, that if it wasn't for the National Army New York would still have a useless bum lying around like rubbish. Yes, Sir, I'm a different man entirely."

Picking Eleven Warriors from 27,000 men for Upton Grid team Task on Shoulders of Ex Princeton Star

Bomeisler and Storer, Who Opposed Each Other in Blue and Crimson, May Be "Bunkies" Here at End and Tackle-Many Other Once-College Luminaries in Squad.

Selecting a football team from 27,000 men is a task that doesn't fall to the lot of a coach every day in the year. In fact, it is doubtful whether as large a number of whole males have ever composed a group from which eleven individuals were to be chosen as battlers.

The Greeks had some customs along this line which are somewhat hazy in the mind of the writer-picking out athletes from cities and all that sort of thing: Then; of course, there's the well known case of David being drawn as champion of his pals in the 77th Israelitish Fusiliers. But that happened before the pigskin was used for sport purposes and should be ruled out of the present comparison with the task of getting Camp Upton's star gridders sorted from their mates.

No college in the world has the enrollment that is the raw material from which Yaphank's aggregation is to be drawn. That statement is made confidently, although there are several precincts in Burma and German East Africa. "that was" yet to be heard from. And the job of picking the camp team is on the shoulders of one man. They are broad shoulders, it is true, and have proven more than worldly wise when football arguments have been in progress. Frank Glick, civilian aide to Gen. Bell, in charge of Upton's athletic activities for the Fosdick Commission, is their possessor.

Shone Brightly at Princeton

Already, during the short history of the cantonment's athletics, Glick has won a place of high regard among officers and men because of the qualifications which marks him pre-eminently for this position. His football wisdom, generalship and field abilities are a household word where football is known well enough to distinguish between goal posts and five yard line. in 1915 he captained the Princeton team and was a factor in bringing to pass a change in coaching there which introduced "Speedy" Rush to the Tiger institution as football instructor.

Glick's knowledge of coaching and instruction in the sciences of the game is broad and is backed by playing abilities of a rare order. Recall, if you wish, that statement substantiated, the Princeton-Yale game in 1914, when he was put in the quarter for the last seven minutes of the play. He was suffering from an injury and was kept on the bench during the first three-quarters of play. With the score standing 19 to 0 in favor of the New Haven outfit, Glick was rushed in, scored a touchdown and bore a share of responsibility for another one-two i the last seven minutes of play. His work in this game was sufficient data on which to base the shift made next year, taking him from half and placing him at the Princeton team's helm as quarterback.

All American Stars Here

Football devotees here are looking forward to an exhibition from his team which will demonstrate the method used in accomplishing the foregoing feat. Especially is the game Nov. 24 at the Polo Grounds with the Camp Devens eleven (Ayer, Mass.) anticipated.

In whipping a team into shape Glick is confronted by a number of handicaps. One of these is the limited time for practice. Most of the candidates have their time pretty well taken up with drill, which keeps them falling out and back in again until 5 o'clock. Football practice is at 4:30.

The first call for candidates brought out eighty-five, but this squad has been pared down by Coach Glick until there are now about two full teams at work. Some of the men bear names whose lustre has been bright, many college stars being on the list of promising eligibles. Bob Storer, former Harvard captain, will be available for tackle, while another All-American man who wore Yale Blue opposite Storer may be his "bunkie" at end. Doug Bomeisler is the man, Yale, '14.

Lieut. Hayes, Colgate, is another wing man who may develop into fitting running mate for Bomeisler. Lieut. Colbath, Bowdoin, looks powerful for a backfield place, while among those who will push him for his position are Private M.M. Hershman, Rutgers; Private MacDonald, a Brooklyn school star; Private Wilson, Washington State University, an accomplished punter; Private Myers, an adept in forward passing, and Private H.H. Harris, former New York schoolboy Luminary.

Lieuts. Stone and F.A. Slocum, Wesleyan, both look good for this quarter position, while Lieut. Woodring, Vanderbilt University is another likely end. An All-Southern guard Lieut. Ross, is expected to help solve the principal problem confronting Coach Glick- the matter of developing a strong line.

Plenty of available material, it is hoped, will be dug from the trenches here and inserted in moleskins before the contest which will prove the advantages of Long Island over Massachusetts as a training ground for real football soldiers.

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DIVISIONAL "RETREAT" AN INSPIRING SIGHT

​Single Ceremony for Entire 77th Impressive-Two Bands Play Down the Colors Each Evening.

Divisional "Retreat" is now a daily ceremony at Camp Upton, and the turning out of all the commands in the Seventy-Seventh, each man standing at attention. Is an inspiring and impressive sight.

Gen. Bell witnessed the first divisional "retreat" at the close of the day Thursday and was much gratified with it. He prefers a single "Retreat" ceremony to regimental or brigade "retreats" in various parts of the camp.

The numerous bands here will alternate in playing down the colors which fly high from a seventy-five foot staff on Headquarters Hill. The combined bands of the 307th and 308th Infantry regiments officiated at the initial ceremony. Friday evening the band of the 304th and 305th Field Artillery regiments played, while on Saturday the 306th Field Artillery and 203d Engineers' bands furnished the music. These six bands will rotate until other musical organizations are proficient enough to officiate.

The soldiers in the making were greatly impressed when the thousands of men composing the brigade, together with the 152d Depot Brigade stood silently in front of their barracks as the strains of "The Start Spangled Banner" were wafted over the entire camp. The elevation of Headquarters HIll is such as to cause the music the bandsmen to be heard in all quarters of Camp Upton. It was the first divisional "retreat" ever witnessed by any of the civilian soldiers and was also new to a great many of the experienced officers here.

GOOD BOXING MATCHES THRILL UPTON SOLDIERS.

Boxing continues to rule the favorite over all other branches of sport at Upton. All the soldiers are proud of their "knuckle dusting" abilities, and are being given ample opportunity to exchange wallops with opponents.

Several star bouts were staged at the opening of the new Y.M.C.A. building at Fifth Avenue and 14th Street. M.C. Griffith and J.F. Eschman participated in a scientific demonstration of the manly art, which was followed by several speedy rounds om which Lou Alpen and "Battling" Lahen faced each other. Bob Rush and Johnny Willis mixed it for an interesting spell, and then Joe Braff and George Lampe held the attention of the crowd.

The Boxing feature closed with a rattling good hammer-and-tongs affair between Johnson and May of Battery E, 305th Field Artillery.

Sergt. Crouch of Battery B, 306th Field Artillery, made an able referee.

The bouts were in charge of of Jimmy Clark, the veteran Xaviar athlete, a long distance runner from New York and holder of the twenty-mile record for outdoors and indoors. Clark has charge of the athletic work in the M. Building and is making mighty, mighty good on his job.

A number of good, fast bouts also have been pulled off in the R. Building. Friday night the pugilists included Young Fulton, "Battling" Lahen, Gene Guiloy, Takoma Kid, Red Ketchel and Young Getty. Earlier in the week Al Kaufman and Young Getty participated in a match which featured the evenings entertainment and had the soldiers wild with excitement.

COMPANY B DEFEATS COMPANY D OF 307TH

Company D of the 307th Infantry is looking for revenge, having been nosed out by Company B of the same regiment in a 14-to-13 baseball game. It was a hard battle from start to finish, and when "Laughing Larry" Lavitsky, moundman for Company B, weakened in the eighth and allowed the D boys to pull tallies over the dish, it looked like his cake was all dough. He came back strong in the ninth, however, and held the game safe. Keller twirled excellent ball for the losers, but his support was ragged, particularly in the early innings.

50 PER CENT. OF COMPANY IN MEET.

Boxing nights at the Y.M.C.A. hut have become so popular that certain commanding officers have instituted them into their own company programmes. John Gaddi was the star mitt manipulator at the 152d Depot Brigade Sixth Company's milt on Wednesday last, showing marked superiority over his much heavier opponent. The Sixth Company held a very successful track meet Saturday in which 50 per cent of the men participated.

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NOVEMBER 5, 1917

TRENCH AND CAMP

Vol. 1 No. 5

November 5, 1917

“Has Anybody Here Seen Hindenburg?”

Drawing – Drawn Expressively for TRENCH AND CAMP BY CESARE

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GEN. BELL EXTENDS WARM WELCOME TO TRENCH AND CAMP

HERO STUFF SHOWN BY UPTON MEN WHO LOSE LIVES IN RR. ACCIDENT

Private McFarland, Who died of Accident Injuries, Showed That Upton Men Know How to Die

Two Members of the 204^th field artillery will never reach France. Their lives have gone out before opportunity was give them to wear in battle the uniform which they had worn only a few days ago.

Joe Messina of Battery F was killed instantly in the railroad accident at Upton Terminal. Frank McFarland succumbed several days later to injuries received in the smash-up.

He bore the suffering with a patience whose fineness is a wonderful commentary on the stuff composing this new and as yet untried army. It was given to him to play a hero’s part before he died, even though he could not display the temper of his manhood in battle. He was jammed under the wheels of one of the cars and when extricated told his rescuers not to mind him but to see whether his sweetheart was safe. She had come in on the excursion train to spend visitor’s day with him.

The men of the 204^th will carry with them overseas the memory of their departed comrads for so short a while. He was an Amherst College man and had won an unusual number of friends during his brief period in camp, often entertaining at the piano in one of the Y.M.C.A. huts.

Messina’s death was especially sad, as his brother tony had come to spend the afternoon with him and identified his body.

Official Report Issued.

The following official report was issued by Capt. J.S.S. Richardson, O.R.C., Division Intelligence Officer, after the incident:

“By direction of Gen. Bell, an investigation is being made by the military authorities into the circumstances of the distressing accident at Camp Upton Terminal. Until that investigation is complete no statement can be made concerning the cause of the accident or the responsibility for it. Lieut. Henry S. Sterns, who was in command of the military police detail at the terminal when the accident occurred, reported that an empty passenger train backed into a chain of stalled freight cars which stood at the extremity of Track 4. The impact forced the freight cars into sudden motion, and at the end one smashed through a buffer block and clear across the passageway, which at the time was thronged with people, most of whom had just left a passenger train that arrived a few moments before on Track 2. One soldier was killed, three were seriously injured, and nine others were hurt badly enough to require attention at the base hospital. Another soldier was slightly hurt, but did not require attention at the hospital.

“Lieut. Sterns restored order among many of the women passengers, who became alarmed, and cleared the station promptly of all other passengers. Ambulances carried the injured to the hospital as rapidly as they could be extricated from beneath the trucks of the car, which had to be overturned in order to get one of the men out. As far as can be ascertained the work of transporting the wounded to the hospital was executed with promptness and dispatch.”

List of Injured Soldiers.

Below is a list of the injured soldiers:

• William Barasch, private, C Company, 35^th Machine Gun Battalion, 29 years old; lacerations

• Abraham Bergman, private, 7^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 24 years old; general contusions

• Rudolph Freyer, private, G Company, 32^nd Ammunition Train, 25 years old; lacerated left foot

• Abraham Gaber, private, Battery C, 306^th Field Artillery Train, 26 years old; shoulder dislocated

• Joseph E. Kasner, private, Machine Gun Company, 308^th Infantry, 25 years old; dislocated wrist

• Vincent Lacava, private, C Company, 302^nd Engineers, 28 years old; shock

• Charles W. Miller, private, Battery A, 305^th Field Artillery, 26 years old; dislocation of right collar bone; right ear lacerated

• Max Rosenblat, private, 25^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 25 years old; shock

• Morris Sappier, private, Battery C, 304^th Field Artillery, 29 years old; slight contusion of right leg.

• Morris Schildhaus, private, C Company, 305^th Machine Gun Battalion, 30 years old; contusion of ankle.

Y.W.C.A. HOSTESS HOUSES WILL OPEN

Woman Who Visit Enlisted Men at Upton to Have “All the Comforts of Home”

Yaphank will soon come under the motherly wing of the Young Women’s Christian Association, which plans to have in operation as soon as possible three hostess houses in camp for the feminine visitors of enlisted men.

Four million dollars is being raised as a war fund by the Y.W.C.A. to promote welfare work among the women and girls of the United States, and the allies, and $900,000 will used in building the hostess houses such as will be erected here. There will be three of them at Camp Upton, two for white women visiting the camp and one for colored. To these commodious houses a soldier may take his charming visitor and assure her of the cheerful atmosphere and homelike surroundings which the Y.W.C.A. always creates.

The first of these centres to open is open is the one at Third Avenue and Sixth Street, opposite the tent which for six weeks has been operated by the Y.W.C.A. as a gathering place for relatives and friends of enlisted men. In the near future the other two will begin activities, one at Fourth Avenue and 15^th Street, and another at Second Avenue and 11^th street colored.

Impressions

The Other Fellow

(By Eugene GreenHut, 23^rd Company, 152^nd Depot Bridgade

I am in impressionist. You are an impressionist. Mostly all of us are impressionist. That’s why

you and I and the crowd will get along well together.

To be impressionable one has only to be human. If you are not human, I pity you because you will

be misunderstood and therefore unhappy! You! No. Well, neither does the other fellow.

Few of us are willing to admit the equality of the other fellow. Oh yes, he’s alright but-

And therein lies the story.

When I first came to camps and was assigned to Casual Barracks I heard around me many

comments in criticism of “The Crowd”

“Some Bunch”

“Good night! What a mob!”

And so on.

Each man felt he had been thrown in with many who were ‘way beneath his level of intelligence,

education, and position, both social and financial. Few stopped to think that the other fellow was

thinking the same thoughts.

Purposely I mingled with all and-well. I’m glad to be here. They are “some bunch”. I’m proud to be one of them. It’s cured all the snobbishness in me.

All they need is a little warming up to. Just a cheery word here and there.

That other fellow across the aisle. What of him? You are lonesome. So is he. You are homesick. So is he. You gave good home, friends, a swell job, ambitions and a future. So did he.

Well, what’s the answer?

Be human. Look out a little for his welfare. Cheer him up a little when he needs it.

Help him as much as you can, when you can.

Why?

Because YOU’LL be happier!

You don’t think so?

Try it!

Gen. Bell Salutes Trench and Camp

I have examined with interest copies of Trench and Camp, the weekly paper which is being published by the National War Work Council, Young Men’s Christian Association, with the generous co-operations of various daily newspapers, and am glad to express appreciation of the patriotic service which it is endeavoring to render.

It is a source of gratification to think of the various organizations which are offering their help which is inspiriting the soldiers of our new army, and among them the Young Men’s Christian Association certainly deserves to take a high place.

The new venture of that organization—the issuing of a soldier’s newspaper in all the thirty-two cantonments, with half its pages devoted to the news of intimate and peculiar interest to each camp and half of a general character—has large potentialities of good. Trench and Camp is purely patriotic, I understand, and in no sense commercial, the contributions being offered gratis and the distribution among the men free. It deserves the co-operative interest of every man in Camp Upton, and I earnestly bespeak for it all the help and encouragement which can be found here.

J. F. BELL,

Major General, In Command Seventy-seventh Division, National Army, Camp Upton, New York

RECORD BAD WEATHER FAILS TO QUENCH SPIRITS OF FIRST COLORED INCREMENT

1,528 Brings That Many Empty Stomachs and Drenched Skins to Military Service

With spirits unquenched even by te ran and storm, which, on the day of their arrival, set a new record for dismal Upton weather, the first quota of colored troops have arrived in camp. They have begun to familiarize themselves with one—two—three—four and the regulation mess kit. This first quota was composed of 1,528 selected men. There was precisely exactly that number of empty stomachs and soaked skins when the march from the camp terminal to Section J, where the contingent will be quartered, was complete. Internal application of food and coffee in startling quantities drove away one of these physical discomforts, however, and the barrack stoves helped in the drying-out process.

Not once did the good nature of these rookies flag, however, all the varieties of expression were given to General Good Feeling, an officer in the colored outfit who bids fair to assume even greater prominence than he took on the first day. At the Y.M.C.A Second Avenue and 11^th Street, which will be hence forth by the negroes, the piano was the centre of a rollicking group until stalwart Secretary Seldon, former teammate of Tad Jones on the Exeter football eleven, sent his new charges off to bed.

These men are the first of the 5,000 who will be trained in this cantonment for the 367^th Infantry and 351^st Machine Gun Battalion, Both commands will be included in the 184^th Brigade and will be fighting units of the 92d Division. The infantry regiment will be in command on Col. James A. Moss.

FAMOUS MUSICIANS COMPOSE 304^TH F.A. BAD AT YAPHANK

Sergeant Delphini, Leader, Organizes Windjammers From Far and Near Into Bang-up “Oompah” Outfit

Upton has developed a very acute case of “Bandelero.” Perhaps it should be called “oompah-it is.” Anyway, it’s a very pleasing sort of disease to have around. Its symptoms are brass in quality and quite alarming in expression. Mention has been made at various times to Trench and Camp of band activity here, and it is the purpose of the director to have a writeup each week of one of the bands. This has to do with the 304^th Field Artillery outfit, the first one organized.

The inclination is deep within every member’s bosom to make it the best windjammering aggregation in the cantonment, and the ability is on tap to carry out the inclination. Sergt. Delphini, the accomplished leader, is capable of holding his musickers in the lead.

The personnel of the band includes names known from Oyster Bay to Puerto Rico, among which are the following: Al Hilton-Smith, cornet soloist, formerly of the Metropolitan Opera Company and the 71^st Regiment Band, New York; Oscar Stange, soloist of the Dumhelt Band, Ridgewood, Brooklyn; William Wendell, cornet soloist, Battleship Florida; Phil Lentz, cornet soloist, Brownsville Band; Virdin Hickman, first cornetist of the 13^th Regiment Band; Charles Altenburge, BB Bass, formerly leader of the famous East New York Submarine Band.

William Simonson, first cornet of the Westbury Band, Max Dreyblatt, clarinet soloist of the Spooner Theatre, New York, Thomas Kras, clarinet of the Polish Union of Brooklyn, Leonard C. Wright, clarinet of the Oyster Bay Band; Carmel G. Lombardi; clarinet of the New York Symphony Orchestra; William Moran, trombone of the Oyster Bay Band; Steve Dublyk, trombone of the 35^th Regiment Band; James Jerman, trombone of the Olympic Theatre; Joseph Hogg, E Flat alto of the Mecca Temple Band, New York; Frank Godoy, E Flat alto of the Barr-n Band of Porto Rico; John Zubko, - Flat also of the Citizens’ Band of --enmaugh, PA; Arthur French, E flat alto of Mullen’s Band, New York; Phillip DeMarco, baritone vellirio, N.B. Pezuller Band, Yonkers; Edgar Dukes, baritone Southampton Band, L.I.; Harold Breese, saxophone, 29^th Regiment Band, New York; Thomas A. Smith, saxophone, 1^st Maryland Infantry Band; Albert Eisenburg, E Flat tube of Joe Harris Band, New York; Andrew Hahan, base drum of Henderson’s Band, Coney Island; Hank Marshall, drummer of New York Fireman’s Band; Harry Plaseusky, jass drummer of the Spooner Theatre, New York.

Spare the time to come and hear them at the 14^th Street and Second Avenue Y.M.C.A. in the near future, as they will be at their best.

HOW ABOUT THIS?

That little “racket” YOU had in Your barracks—did an account of it get into Trench and Camp? If it didn’t, whose fault is it? Trench and Camp will cheerfully take the blame. It would lots rather take the account of your shindig, though, and color it up for consumption by you, your friends and fellow-soldiers. Don’t be exclusive with the “parties” you enjoy. Pass the word along to the rest of the Uptonites. They may be prompted to go and di likewise. If you have no newswriter in your outfit, give the details—in all their fullness—to the Trench and Camp man in the nearest Y.M.C.A. hut. He’ll see that the facts are woven into readable form. And you’ll be surprised how much the co-operation you put into Trench and Camp will lighten the soldiering routine, make life at Upton brighter and help the fols at home understand how you’re living. For, of course, you send every copy of Trench and Camp to them!

LECTURE ON GAS MASK.

Bryon Reiss of Manhattan, formerly a driver of the American Ambulance Corps, at the request of Lieut. Thomas, Battery E, 306^th Field Artillery, has come to Upton to begin a series of lectures on the use of the gas mask,

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NEWS FLASHES, BULLETINS, YARNS AND CHATTER FOR UPTONITES

“BARRACKS PARTY” BY 302^ND F.S.B. GREAT SUCCESS

Officers Entertained With Buller Repast, Vandeville and Boxing—Guests of Honor Make Speeches

All previous amateur and professional records for “barrack parties” were smashed by the men of the 302^nd Field Signal Battalion, when they had as their guests the officers of the corps at the entertainment and banquet.

The Signal outfit has developed a family spirit among its member which is the most sought-after variety of espirit de corps, and the racket was a family gathering, making the splitting up of companies.

Weiss and Eihoff Did It.

Nat H. Weiss, Company C and Phil L Eihoff, Company B engineered the affair and their comrades passed them deserved congratulations on its success which was largely due to their untiring efforts. Weiss was an able announcer, besides, and Eihoff proved vessatile by rendering “The Shooting of Dan McGrew,” by Robert W. Service.

The centre of the barrack room downstairs was roped off with a lariat which cost the backers of the performance much tearful effort to obtain and the large audience, including officers and several invited guests, among whom were a number of newspapermen, sent up approval of every number from points of vantage—cots, benches, chairs and other positions. Three boxing bouts, each having a trio of rounds, produced some exhibitions of spice and ginger. The bouts were all declared draws and were participated in by the following: George Curtis, Company B, vs. R. Raphael, Company A; Tony Perrone, Company C, vs, Harry Fredericks, Company C; “Butch” Bartalucci, Company A, vs. “Slim” Cotrell, Company C.

Mess-Sergeant Veteran of Marne.

One of the evening’s features was a short talk by Mess Sergt. F. Combes, for ten months a member of the 3^rd French Chausseurs. Sergt. Combes served in the Blue Devils under the famous Fabri, Lieutenant Colonet, who, with Marshal Joffre, was a member of the French Mission to this country. He was in the Battle of the Marne, being engaged in the vicinity of Seannes.

Combes was gassed and suffered a broken arm and smashed shoulder. He is extremely popular with his new mates in the Signal Battalion and their questions, following his remarks, were interesting. A great deal of concern was evinced in the prospects for “chow” when the trenches are reached. Sergt. Combes satisfied them that they would be taken care of.

Big “Eats” and Officers’ Speeches.

The other number on the programme were: Songs and piano numbers by Private E, Jones, Company B; ukulele and mandolin duets by Private Gordon, Company B, and Private Miller, Company C, and Hawaiian-and-otherwise songs by the former; recitation, “Gunha Din,” Private O’Mara, Company A; recitation “Habitant,” Private Nelson, Sanitary Train; Private Ferrara, 152^nd Depot Brigade, and his dog Prince in “Travels around the United States;” and Private Larue, famous for his “one-two-three-four-Sh,” in a bull story.

Mess call was sounded, following the programme, but not for the usual purpose of consuming “slum.” Instead a Signal Corps repast that would shame Sherry’s was provided in the mess hall. Among the items on the menu were fritters, fruit, salad, cottage pudding, ice cream, coffee and cigarettes.

The following officers who were guests of honor, made brief speeches; Captain C.M. Millken, Captain S.H. Lawson, Lieutenant C.C. Rickelboff, Lieutenant John Warren, Lieutenant J.W. Kirkpatrick, Lieutenant Matthew Hammond, Lieutenant Frederick A Modes,. All of the speeches “went big.” George L. Moore of the Y.M.C.A. was a guest and brought greetings.

PRIVATE CURRAN TELLS OF TRENCH HARDSHIPS

Private Curran, of the 28^th Company, 152^nd Depot Brigade, was having his first experience of that enviable detail known in the vernacular as K.P.

“Take those potatoes out of the soup kettle,” the mess sergeant directed, indicating a big metal vessel used for boiling up soup, and having a faucet to strain off the soups.

“How’ll I get them out,” George asked, and on being told to get them through the faucet, he turned on the faucet, and stood waiting for the potatoes to come through. On being kidded about this he told the boys he thought that was an arrangement for making mashed potatoes.

The other day it rained heavily, and at dinner the boys were making conjectures as to the programme of work for the afternoon. Private Curran intimated that the company was scheduled for a hike, and one of the boys began to kick immediately. “Hike, nuthin,” he said. “We would be up to our knees in water.”

“Well,” returned Private Curran, “what are you goin’ to do when you get over in the trenches? You’ll be up to your neck in water then, and if you stick your head out you’ll get it shot off, and if you stick in it you’ll get drowned.”

ADVANCE ON ALL FRONTS BY CO. B, 305^TH INFRANTRY.

Reports which Uptonites have brought from Riverhead indicate general advance on all fronts, with a number of miles of trenches captured. The victories are non-military, how-ever, but are noteworthy. The have been gained over the civilian population in the town adjacent and were accomplished with the aid of fair allies—ah, so fair in fact.

These social triumphs are the talk of a certain section on camp, moe particularly in Company B, 306^th Infantry. A picked detail of terpsichorean experts from that outfit made such a complete capture when they appeared in their uniforms for the occasion that all civilians were barred from the auditorium. Among those present were Sergt. Fowler, Privates Nat Wasserman, Herb Wolgin, Ed Fauer, Henry Stubenvoll, Louis Weiss, J.M. McConnell, A.J. Higgins and Fred Baer. They are instructing their comrades in the Manual of Arms—and the Woman.

MACHINE GUNNERS PROVE THEMSELVES AS ENTERTAINERS

Although the first show of the Machine Gun Company, 307^th Infantry, took place in the mess hall of the Barracks, P56, some nights ago, the 500 officers and men who were present on that successful occasion have not stopped talking about it.

Herman Cohen, who engineered the affair, and who is better known to followers of the legitimate stage as “The Yodeling Yid,” to which hadveen added for obvious reasons “of Yaphank,” has been actually besieged with requests since the first show to put on another of the same high class character.

The reason why the Machine Gun Company show has been pretty generally regarded as among the best, performance yet see at Camp Upton is that the stars who appeared at the previous efforts of other companies were skillfully selected for the attempt. No one will question that the 77^th Division is rich in theatrical talent, and the cream of the assortment of stars showed their turns for the amusement and entertainment of the Machine Gun Company and their friends, In addition to this there were several performers who heretofore had not been seen in camp entertainment.

At the present time considerable interest in being manifested in the Regimental Minstrel Show which is being organized under the direction of Lieut. Ernest A, Butterfield, 307^th Infantry; Captain George W. Hubbel, commanding the Machine Gun Company, has appointed Herman Cohen, Chairman of the Entertainment Committee, for the purpose of selecting candidates for the big show.

Many of the performers who gained much applause Thursday evening are connected with the Machine Gun Company, 307^th, and their chances of being selected to show their ability before a New York audience are very good.

The Camp Upton Quartet, consisting of Ben Baker, Company K, 307^th Infantry; William Reedy, Company K, 308^th Infantry, and Harry Solomons, Company I, 306^th Infantry, received what particularly amounted to an ovation by their rendition of a song, the burden of which was that the American soldier boys would hang the Kaiser to one of the numerous trees along the Unter den Linden Boulevard.

Herman Cohen, who acted as Chairman of the evening, to to speak, was forced, as a result of continued applause, to wind up the show by singing “The Spanish Onion, Balos.” And his own interpretation of the yodel son, “Sleep, Baby, Sleep.” Each one of these made a fine hit and formed a fitting climax to a very successful programme.

Song Before Work Has Wonderful Tonic Influence on Upton’s Melodies Soldiery

Max Weinstein Is Drawing Vocal Wonders From Throats of Men – Sing by Groups – Transformation ad Joy-Creation Remarkable.

If music had charms to sooth the oft-mentioned savage breasts, as a bard once sung or recited, it also has marvelous power to transform soldiering. So the work of Max Weinstein, assistant to Harry Barnhart of the New York Community College Chorus, who is training Upton’s fighting men in chorus singing, demonstrates. Me. Weinstein’s accomplishments with the groups he has thus far come in contact have astounded officers and blessed men with a tonic which goes a long way in the day’s routine. He is here to help the men sing themselves into their work and anyone who has seen the expressions on the faces of the rookies who’ve had a few minutes of vocalizing under his leadership have been surprised at the success attained.

Works by Battalions.

He is working by battalions, and the singing is all done in the open air, in the regimental area. Just before inaugurating the day’s drill, the men gather about this enthusiastic, black-haired musical dynamo and at his bidding open their throats on “Over There,” or some such popular melody. They sing it, they chant it, harmonize it, whittle it, mark time to it, and by the time they have swung along in its rhythm for several minutes or so there is a new spirit in their faces, a new joy and eagerness.

“My Old Kentucky Home” is perhaps the next selection. Softly and plaint of the old classic from the olive drab. The boys hum it. They get the soft strains wove into the very texture of their live and carry it away in their hearts. Then they launch into “Pack Your Troubles Into Your Old Kit-Bag” and rollick through the song which has soldiers everywhere singing the gloom-dispelling strains. A patriotic song is chosen, and it is a whole college course in patriotism to hear the mean sing “American” under Mr. Weinstein’s direction. One officer remarked, after hearing the boys of Company H, 306^th Infantry, Mr. Weinstein’s first pupils, render it, that he would hardly have recognized the song., if it hadn’t been announced. And then the men march off, singing, their expressions alight with new fire and vigor. Every day, Mr. Weinstein tackles a different group and all the soldiers of camp are to come under his tutelage in time. The concrete results of his work will be demonstrated in the Wednesday evening community songs, which Mr. Barnhart’s is the lead.

A book of seventy songs published by the War Department Recreation Committee will be here soon to aid in the work. Besides that selections mentioned, above, some of the songs in Upton’s community chorus repertoire will be: “Nancy Lee,” “Auid Lange Syne,” “Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean,” “Nearer, My God, In Thee,” “Tenting on the Old Camp Ground,” “Keep the Home Fires Burning,” “Annie Laurie,” “Dixie,” “Old Black Joe,” “How Can I Leave Thee,” “The Hymn of Free Russia,” “When Johnny Comes Marching Home,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” “Perfect Day.”

Song in the Air

A song which Mr. Weinstein has declared one of the finest melodies he has ever heard is the one which Private Rath, 1^st Battalion, 306^th Infantry, has to his credit. “When the Moon is Shining Somewhere in France” is the title of the number, which is to be the regimental song. It is dedicated to Col. Vidmer, and is now the hands of a publisher.

Trench and Camp hopes to be allowed the privilege of using it soon and congratulates its composer on the merits of his effort. Other regimental songs, it is learned from the highest musical circles, in G-sharp, will soon appear, and this publication promises a prize for the best one, and also for the best Camp Upton song.

Toothpick Factory Here

It’s hard for an enlisted man here to get entirely away from the trade or profession he followed before donning olive drab, as use is made of every talent a fellow has

Very few, though, employ their former business training quite as does Robert E. Siskind, Company D, 305^th Infantry. He has been in the lumber business Now he passes his spare time making toothpicks for his pals, since they are not on Uncle Sam’s mess list.

Storm Extinguishes Fire Under Political Pot at Camp Upton.

Whereupon That Well Known and Justly Popular Vessel Ceases to Boil for a Time

Political campaigning here is the sort of work that tries men’s souls. So assert the representatives of the Fusionist and Democratic Parties who halted their caravans on the Long Island plains and covered the landscape with a blanket of cardboard during the strenuous days.

Ever since these tents made their appearance the weather had produced every variety of wind-storm and blow known to meteorologist After the big typhoon of last week, it seemed as if the elements were dead against candidates of whatever persuasion.

The Fusionist outpost of the Third Avenue and 10^th Street was torn to shreds. It looked as if severe shell fire had raked it crosswise. Troubles of another besest the Democratic wigwam on Upton Boulevard, and when Edward W. Burkley arrived next morning after a twenty-mile drive from his evacuation base he found it under a foot of water.

The Fusionist up on Third Avenue, captained by Jacob Levine, saw the storm through and were able to restore things after the wreck a trifle more quickly than the Democratic outfit.

Rallies to boost the various candidates have shared interest with football and army routine during the days past and each party has had its big guns drawn up for the campaign here. Nor can the ladies be forgotten. They have brought the swish of skirts into political issues with variety welcome to the recruit. Uptonites are strong for the women.

Because of the late arrive of the last recruits, the data of voting for the 77^th Division was changed from Saturday, Nov. 3, to Tuesday, Nov 6. This change in date softened somewhat for the campaign managers the rigors of storm and wind, as it allowed time for more big meetings.

PG. 4

TRENCH AND CAMP

Published weekly at the National cantonments for the soldiers of the United States

ADVISORY BOARD OF CO-OPERATING PUBLISHERS

JOHN STEWART BRYAN, Chairmen.

H.C. Adier, Chattanooga Times.

C.H. Allen, Montgomery Advertiser.

W.T. Anderson, Macon Telegraph.

F.S. Baker, Tacoma Tribuna.

W.W. Ball, Columba State.

Leader.

Harry Chandler, Los Angeles Times.

Amon C. Carter, Fort Worth Star Telegram.

Elmer E. Clarke, Little Rock Arkansas.

Democrat.

Gardner Cowles, Des Moines Register.

R.A. Crothers, San Francisco Bulletin.

Chas S. Diehi, San Antonio Light.

E.K. Gaylord, Oklahoma City Oklahoman.

F.P. Glass, Birmingham News.

Bruce Haldeman, Louisville Courier-Journal.

Clark Howell, Atlanta Constitution.

James Kerney, Trenton Times.

Victor F. Lawson, The Chicago Daily News.

Charles E. Marsh, Waco Morning News.

Frank P. MacLennan, Topeka State Journal

A.L. Miller, Battle Creek Enquirer-News.

D.D. Moore, New Orleans Times-Picayunne.

Frank B, Noyes, Washington Evening Star.

Gough J. Palmer, Houston Post.

Bowdre Phinizy, Augusta Herald.

Don C. Seitz, New York World.

Rudolph C. Siegiing, Charleston News and Courier.

H.D. Siater, El Paso Herald.

W.P. Sullivan, Charlotte Observer.

Chas H. Taylor, Jr., Boston Globe.

James M. Thomason, New Orleans Item.

Published under the auspices of the National War Work Council of the Y.M.C.A. of the United states with the co-operation of the papers above named.

Distributed free to the soldiers in the National cantonment.

SALUTED IMPERATIVE

With so many thousands of men unfamiliar with military ceremonies and courtesies now in the service, the question of salutes has been discussed probably more of late than at any other time in the country’s history.

A misconception of the purpose and value of the exchange of salutes between officers and mean may be pardoned in the cases of civilians, but a single day’s military training should convince the recruit that recognizing his superior officer and being recognized by the latter constitutes one of the cardinal principles of “good soldering”.

Every soldier in the regular army, National Guard, National Army and Reserve Corps shouls take a pride in saluting officers, who are required by regulations to return the salutes There have been many instances in which soldiers have actually bragged about having passed an officer with-out saluting him, whereas the best military authorities agree that it is something of which to be ashamed. To omit the prescribed salute is not only to disregard regulations but to openly manifest a disrespect for the uniform and insignia of authority.

And there are just about as many kinds of salutes as there are men. The manner in which one officer salutes another, or an enlisted man salutes an officer, indicates more clearly than anything else could just what kind of soldier the saluter is. If his salute is smart, snappy, clean-cut and business-like, you won’t be far wrong in estimating him to be a good soldier. By the same token, if the salute is “sloppy,” slow and begrudgingly or perfunctorily given, the man who makes it is pretty apt to be that kind of a soldier.

A man in civil life always exchanges a “How do you do?” “Good Morning,” or something of that kind with the proprietor of the store, foreman of the shop, or superintendent of the business establishment in which he works. Then why not the same greeting by a movement of the hand between soldier and officer?

There isn’t any excuse for the failure of an officer to salute his superior of for an enlisted man to fail to salute an officer. It is either carelessness or insubordination neither of which makes for a winning army. Officers should insist upon the rigid enforcement of the salute regulation and every man should be eager to comply with its provision.

The matter of salutes would seem to be a small affair, but it is not. If a soldier has not learned to salute his superior officers he has not learned the A B C of soldering.

One of the busiest men in the world today, General Pershing, regarded the matter of salutes of such importance as to cable the following from France to the War Department:

“Salutes should be rendered by both officers and men with special emphasis upon the rigid position of soldiers when saluting and when at attention. A prompt military salute is often misunderstood by our people, but it simply means and emphasizes an aggressive attitude of body and mind that marks the true soldier. The loyalty, readiness and alertness indicated by the strictest adherence to this principle will immensely increase the pride and the fighting spirit of our troops The slovenly, unmilitary, careless habits that have grown up in peace times in out army are seriously detrimental to the aggressive attitude that must prevail from the highest to the lowest in our forces. The strict methods used at West Point in training new cadets in these elementary principles have given Academy its superior excellence. These methods should be applied rigorously and completely to the forces we are now training.”

What Do You Do When Bands Play National Anthem?

WAR DEPARTMENT CALLS ATTENTION OF OFFICERS AND MEN TO FORMS OF RESPECT TO BE PAID

“For the information and guidance of all concerned,” to employ the chaste and classic language of General Orders, an announcement recently issues by the War Department regarding the custom to be observed by officers and men when the national anthem is played, follows”

“Attention has been called to instances of misunderstanding with regard to the form of respect to be paid by army men to the national anthem, when played in theatres and other public places. The War Department calls attention to the regulation which provides that during the playing of the national anthem, officers and enlisted men in uniform, when uncovered, stand at attention with-out saluting.”

The army regulations of August 10 last deal with the subject in this language:

“Whenever the national anthem is played at any place when persons belonging to the military services are present, all officers and enlisted men not in uniform shall stand at attention facing toward the music (except at retreat, when they shall face the flag). If in uniform, covered they shall salute at the first note of the anthem, retaining the position of salute at the first note of the anthem. If not in uniform and covered, they shall uncover at the first note of the anthem, holding the headdress opposite the left shoulder, and so remain until its close, except that in inclement weather the headdress may be held slightly raised.

“The same rules apply when ‘to the color’ or ‘to the standard’ is sounded as when the national anthem is played.

“When played by an army band, the national anthem shall be played through without repetition of any part not required to make it complete.

“The same marks of respect prescribed for observance during the playing of the national anthem of the United States shall be shown toward the national anthem of any other country when played upon official occasions.”

Overseas Forces Ready For Command “Forward”

New of the participation of American fighting men in battles along the western front would not be surprising any day, now that Secretary Baker has officially announced that Uncle Sam’s troops in France “are in splendid physical condition and efficient fighting trim.”

When the boys in khaki get that way all they need is the word “Forward!”

The whole world has been waiting to learn how the American soldiers acquit themselves in their initial engagement against the Germans. It goes without saying that the splendid troops sent “Over There” in the first expeditionary force have been thoroughly trained to bear the Boche at his own game and will make France and Belgium entirely too unhealthy for Teutons.

That there will be no let-up in the Allies’ battering against the German forces during the winter months and that the American troops will participate in the cold weather fighting was indicated by Secretary Baker when he said: “It is not anticipated that the Allies will go into winter quarters this year.”

SPEED NECESSARY

“Do you think the time is coming when the government will commandeer all privately owned automobiles?”

“I don’t know,” replied the melancholy motorist, “but if the government wants to bear the sheriff to mine it will have to hurry.”

CANTONMENT TYPES

THAT SPINELESS BOOB

He is the quiet chap you might overlook, if you’re not seeking him. He sits in unobstrusive corners of the Y.M.C.A. hut, reading and smoking thoughtfully. Or you’ll find him within easy ear range of the Victrola, drinking in eagerly the strains of music, especially those that have refinement of melody and perfection of nuance. This rookie loves music, but never offers himself as an entertainer.

He talks seldom, and when he does it is with a shy self-effacement. He dislikes attention and shuns prominence. In fact, his reticence is such that at mess he never jostles, and accepts the food issued o him without even a growl of discontent.

Perhaps you’ve pitied him, and wondered how such a spineless boob can ever be made into a soldier. Don’t be too hasty in judging this fellow, though. Lead him into a conversation. He’ll easily hold up his end of it, after he’s started. He may teach you something, strange and impossible as it may seem!

And if you get a chance, watch him drill. Notice his vigorously careful execution of orders. Observe how thoroughly he performs each movement. His mind isn’t following the sirens of melody now. It is on his work, all of it, every segment of it concentrated.

When drill is over he remembers the lessons, but forgets any petty unpleasantness which might have arisen. He is silent when the little group in his barracks is panning every one and everything in the camp.

Occasionally he flashes fire, though, and comes out flat-footed for some issue such as cleaner speech or cleaner conduct. He doesn’t mince nor mutter. He talks up, when he does talk, like a man, and a soldier. And he can hit harder and straighter in a boxing bout than any man in his company.

Look around for him and get acquainted. He is the quiet chap you might overlook if you’re not seeking him.

The Peacemakers

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Met Ezry today—I guess

It must be two years, more or less,

Sence Ez an’ me fell out. By jing,

Sometimes a little, durn fool thing

Jist aggrevates a feller so

He gits het up an’ round. I know

It ain’s all Ezry’s fault—an’ he

Don’t low to blame it all on me.

But Ez is stubborn when he’s hot,

An’—well, I guess I’m sort o’ sot.

When I git riled; I know I says,

Says I, when we fell out to Ez;

“Jist pass me bym an’ don’t you see

Me when you look.” An’ Ez, says he,

“Yut bet I will,” kist like some kid.

An’ kep’ his word—you bet he did.

Well, it must be two years ago,

That was—an’ sometimes I’d walk

Slow

A’goin into church—not hey

Up like I was—I hoped he’d get

Down off his big high hoss an’come,

Half-way with me; but no, by gum,

He jist walked by with that durn

Stare

Of his, as if I wasn’t there.

An’ them I’d get het up again

When Ez ‘ed pass me by; an’ when

He’d walk by slow sometimes, I

Knowed

He’d like to stop ‘longside the road

An’ holler “Howdy”; but I says

To me, says I; “No, Mister Ez

Jist have it out, Ol’ Stubborness.

I’ll Stand it long as you, I guess.”

Well, you know things is changing’

Fast

Sence we’re in war times, first an’

Last;

Lem Hawkins’ boy ain’t in th’ store,

A-clerkin for his dad no more;

Th’ barber’s gone, an’ that pert clerk

From Milledgeville, that used to work

In Emery Botts’ hotel, that’s daft

On Emery’s girl—he’s in the draft.

An’ Jim—my boy—well, that’s all

Right;

As ong as some boys have to fight,

I’m sort o’ glad Jim’s one—although,

By jing, I hate to see him go—

His mother takes on so. An ‘when

I see Ez Beggs today, right then,

I thought of Tom—his boy—an’ him

A-goin off to war with Jim.

So I says: “Hello, Ex,” says I;

An’ he says to me: “Hello, Si.”

An’ then he says: “Tom’s gone” says he,

A-puttin his hand to me,

An’ I says: “So’s Jim, too,” says I,

A-wipin somethin’ from my eye,

Jist wipin’ like I see him do,

An’ he says, “Two fine boys, them two.”

An’ he put put his hand again,

An’ I did mine, an’ squeezed his then,

An’ held on hard; and he says; “Si,”

A wipin’ somethin’ from his eye.

“I’m proud of Jim an’ Tom,” says he,

“They ain’t durn fool like you an’ me”

An’ I says: “Yep,” an’ nods my head,

An’ well,--I guess that’s all I said.

JAMES W. FOLEY.

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SOME SHOES

Among the items of expenditure to the government in connection with the conduct of the war may be mentioned that of shoes. The War Department recently let a contract for 7,000,000 pairs for the American soldiers. The cost will be $4.65 a pair, or just $32,550,000 for the whole lot.

LITTLE BENNY’S NOTE BOOK

By Lee Pape

We had to rite a composition about soldiers for homework today, this being mine.

Soldiers

Soldiers are regular men with uniforms on. They can martch all day without getting tired, but they wood rather not.

Jest one soldier martching alone is only a soldier, but a hole lot of soldiers martching ogether is a perrade. If you see a soldier that you know martching past in a perrade, you yell Hello at him, and if he looks at you and shows he knowns you, the other fellows think you are grate, and so do you. But if he don’t look at you the other fellows all say jest yelled to make believe you knew one.

The fgerls all like to be saw out wawking with a soldier, meny if them even liking to be saw out wawking with 2. If a soldier comes to take your sister out, you think its something to brag about, even if it’s a sailor. One differents between a soldier and a sailor is the bottom of their pants. A soldier hasent got as mutch chance be sink a submereen as wat a sailor has, but he also hasent got as mutch chance to be sinked by one, thus making it even. It is safer to be hit by a bullet than by a submereen, but not mutch more fun.

Wen soldiers are drilling they haff to do ixackly wat their officer ses, so it’s a good thing they can understand wat he ses, wich nobody elts can.

The following is a pome about soldiers.

A soldier leeds a bissy life,

Weather the weathers dry or wet,

But wen hes not doing anything elts

Hes smoaking a cigarette.

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Once Again

November 15

IS THE CLOSING DATE

of

That Cartoon Contest

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By noon that day all cartoons and sketches of soldier life in the army camps and cantonments must be in the hands of the editor, Room 504, World Building, New York City, to be eligible for the wrist watch competition.

If you have bit drawn a cartoon or sketch do so today. If you have drawn one and send it in, draw another, as there is no limit on the number each soldier may submit.

The soldier who draws the cartoon or sketch judged to be the best will receive a valuable and serviceable wrist watch. The foremost cartoonist and sketch artists in this country will pass judgement on the drawings.

Trench and Camp will publish the watch-winning cartoon or sketch and as many others as space will permit.

Get busy and send in a drawing.

PG. 5

AL HEARS THE STORY OF KHAKI’S MAGIC SPELL

BY OUR OWN RING W. LARDNER

Well Al here it is a Monday and we are back in the trenchus agen. Not reglar trenchus Al their aint reglar trenchus heaf eggzept what the plumbers make in the streets but in the trenchus of despondency as you mite say on Monday morning hwne the Sunday wimmen have all took back there teer stayned hankercheeves to the city.

I told you Al about how Aggie was gonna come out here but with that big stiff Bill Slacker that has a car and a big job with a lotta money comin to him every month more than thirty bux that we are drawing Well Al when I herd Aggie was gonne drive hear with that big stiff I was never as sorry that the riffles haven’t been ishewed with bullits and everything. That bug good having the nerve to drive down hear with Addie and me away. Some crust me Al.

Sence ive ben in camp Aggies sister has ben writeing me of how he hanga around and takes Aggie out to spend money on her which he has for more than I have with only thirty bux per. Well I guest sence what hapend yestidy their wont be so much money going out on Aggie from him. You know me Al.

Well tey get down hear in his runabout in the a.m. and he says hello Jim out of one corner of his mouth where a butt was hanging out of the other one in an easy way. Of course he was in ciclyun close Al not being draftit because he says hes fizically unfit some line hay Al with that big stiff stronger than you and me both. But I guest he aint quite so strong with Aggie as when he startit out yestidy in the unabout car.

It is sum story Al I wish I could give it to you all just as is happint. Well when he says hello jim Aggie never says nothing and I could of swore there was teers in her eyes and they is some eyes you know that Al. She just stood their and lookt at me not so much at me as at my unifform which is better than some these dubs wear because you know me Al how it is when I put close on they look different than when other guys put them on.

Well Al she just lookt at me and I lookt at her and finely said Hello Ag carries like as if wed just met on the street car or something but not as if wed been away from one another for three weeks and this big stiff Slacker there every nite if what her sister says is on the levul. She lookt at me so hard I thot their was something wrong with my uniform so I stood at attenshun and lookt like we look at inspecksgun when we feel as if we have got the guy next to uses close on.

Then she jumped outta that runabout and left Slacker cold and hollers back to hum Ill see you later Bill and left him smoking a butt and there was a look in his eyes that was bad eyes if he isn’t draftit to fite the Kaiser I think he could of faut me then and their Al.

Well he tries to start his car but something in the magnesis or seomthin was all rong Al and we stood their I and Aggie did I mean while he jumpt out and cussed at the macheen something awful for wimmen to here. I says Mister Slacker don’t seen to be in very good humor Aggie what is their rong do you think. Well Al she laffed and said I don’t know Jim mebbe he don’t like your uniform or something and the car has begun to fell the saim way. Are you gonna show me the samp Jim. She leened on my arm saying this to me and Al I don’t blame any magnesia for going in a car after what that big stiff Slacker says when he heard what Aggie says to me about asking would I show her the camp.

Well Al I pretendut I was bizy this a.m. and dident know for sure about whether I could show her the camp which was a stall Al for their was nothing on for me that a.m. eggzeot to report for mess. Get Mister Slacker to show you around heal probly know a good deal about this place and he has his car with him. Well Al she just lookt up at me and I could of pulled sum necking then and their if it hadent ben for that boob Slacker that brot her down and was cussen at his magnesia or something awful.

I and Aggie kept our eyes on nothing but that car for about 5 minits and finely I says Aggie Ill be glad to show you sum of the camp but I hardly think it is fare to Mister Slacker. Well Al she was hurt I could see that and look up to me agen with that buy me a new hat plees way of hers and says just two words which was enough Oh Jim.

Well Al it was all off that stall about having something on so we spent the say together I and her looking at the camp but not altogether at the camp as there is a lot of trees hear to show wimmen.

I and Aggie lookt at quite of both that afternoon and as we was coming in to the camp again I could of died with supprise. Their was that big boob Slacker in his car ahead of us in the rods and he was under it agen and we could here the cussin from where we was standing I and Aggie could.

Well Al she says Jim I don’t care when I get back to the city there are tranes or trolleys running sure and I says of coarse it will be possible Ag to reach the city in sum way diffrunt than you came out by. We says Hello Bill when we gets up to where his car was on top of him and he never lookt out from under only cusst something awfull which Aggie was ust to by now and dident say nothing.

Well Al she is back to te city now on the same desk I suppose but I and her have ta;lkt things pretty solid and by now I guess that big boob Slacker is wishing he never horned in on no solgers games hay Al. Thirty pe isent so bad Al when you get your bords and room and sum other things for nothing.

You know me your old pal

CARTOON

“US FIGHTING FELLERS”

By Chapin

U.S. Building Big Depot

“Somewhere in France”

“Somewhere in France” Uncle Sam is constructing a most extensive ordnance depot of issue and repair at a cost of $100,000,000. It will be stocked with billions of rounds of ammunition, shells, shrapnel, high explosives, bombs and ordnance of every description.

More than 1,000 miles of railway is to be constructed, leading from the arsenal to the sector of the western front assigned to the American forces.

High Class Shows Will Be Staged At Every Camp

The truth of the old saying “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” has been kept well in mind by Uncle Sam in establishing the thirty-two army cantonments throughout the country. The big brown tents of the Redpath Activities Commission are now being put up in the different camps and up to the minute programs will be given nightly for the army men.

The object of the Redpath Activities is to furnish clean, wholesome entertainment at movie prices. The entire project will be run on a cost basis with no profit to any one. Accounts will be audited by the Fosdick Commission of the War Department on Training Camp activities and all money above actual expenses turned over to the camp.

The present plan is to change the bill weekly and semi-weekly depending on the nature of the attractions. The programs will be given in vaudeville form; three or four different attractions appearing each night. Lively comedy will predominate at all times in all of the acts. The boys want fun and the Redpath tent is going to be full of it. A wide variety will be given—music, both vocal and instrumental; light opera, orchestra and band concerts; cartoonists; make-up artists; comedy sketches; plays and in fact high-class productions of every character, with costumes and scenic and lighting effects as good as to be found in the metropolitan theatres.

The shows are already in full swing in Camp Grant, Rockford, Illinois; Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Michigan, and Camp Sheridan, Chillicothe, Ohio, where the big crowd and hearty applause each night show that the boys are getting what they want. Some of the attractions already presented have been the White Hussers, a singing band; the Fairchild Sister, a vocal and instrumental quartet; the Killarney Girls, a sextet in songs and stories; Reno, magician; Ratto, wig and grease paint man; and a complete production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s light opera, “The Mikdao.”

Harry P. Harrison, manager of the Redpath Bureau, Chicago, and Chairman of the Redpath Activities Commission, says: “The War Commission is to be congratulated on availing themselves if this tremendous force. Every father’s and mother’s hearts will be lightened at the thought the War Department is providing in the camps influence of the American Chautauqua and that their boys lives while away from home will be brightened by such wholesome entertainment.”

PG. 6

“WHAT’S DOING AT UPTON? --- YOU’LL FIND THE ANSWER HERE”

IN UPPER “J”

Y.M.C.A. Hut, Cor. 2^nd Ave and 14^th Street

GEORGE PECK,

Representative of Trench and Camp

Take no Charge on Guard.

Private “Dutch” Bernasch of the 305^th Ambulance Corps is right on the job when on guard duty. Thursday night he held up a dozen officers returning from a social function at Patchogue and made them all fall in line while he examined their credentials. “Dutch” says that every man he stopped that night said he was a Captain or a Colonel, and he wasn’t going to take any chances.

Anxious to Get in France.

Lieut. Simmons has transformed the Ambulance Corps to the 152d Depot Brigade, with no idea of getting into France sooner.

Popular With the Ladies.

Capt, Trainer of the 305^th Ambulance Corps is one of the most conspicuous figures in their section of the camp. His brother officers are not yet fully decided whether the attraction is his military bearing or his far-famed chivalry, but the ladies seeking information always seem to single him out.

Rescues Wrong Rooster.

Whitey Lawrence and Tommy Atkins of the Sanitary Train had a glorious time the other night hunting their pet mascot, a big Black Minorca rooster. They were afraid their pet would get wet, and chased around for a half hour in their Red Cross bedroom slippers through the mud. Finally Whitey crawled under the building and found the rooster there and took him into the supply room for the night. Next morning they discovered that they had commandeered the mascot of the neighboring company when they heard their own husky chaniticleer giving the “first call” from his gable point of vantage.

Advantage of Artillery.

A musician was down at the base hospital undergoing his examination. He asked one of the Lieutenants what branch of the service he would advise a man of his particular abilities to join. “Get in the heavy artillery; we don’t have to pick up the bits if anything ever hits you,” was the rather rough reply. Temperament dies a natural death in the National Army

Many of the Boys Popular.

Harry Allen of the 13^th Company received a number of letter from the orderly on Sunday. “Gee, what a popular guy I am in New Rochelle,” he remarks. On opening the envelopes he discovered that his mail consisted mostly of election notices. Harry isn’t the only popular guy in the camp about this time.

Pst! Sh! Black Handers Actve!

The Black Hand is at work in Camp Upton. Private Smith of the 13^th Company, Depot Brigade, was accused of placing a “Black Hand” note, accompanied by a big rock, on the bed of one of his sergeants. The sergeants of the company instituted a summary court martial in the messroom. It was a “phoney” affair of course, and Private Smith swore on his oath that he didn’t know a thing about the note, but he was convicted, nevertheless, and the sentence was that he should be punished “as the court might direct.” The court hasn’t decided to direct as yet.

German Frankfurters Deadly.

Private Feitler, 7^th Company, gave a frankfurter supper at 9 P.M. last Saturday night. The frankfurters might have been all right or they might not. Anyhow, half the company was in line for sick report next day. Shouldn’t fool with this German food, boys!

The Fugitive Ear.

At the base hospital they pull some funny ones. A man was discovered in a certain company in this section of the camp with a glass eye. His sight had been passed as perfect down where they give em’ the needle. Another individual, whose ears were plugged with two arrangements of copper wire and two little artificial drums, passed twenty-twenty hearing.

“I couldn’t pass the doctor, me ears is running, guy,” one of the new arrivals with visions exemption on the grounds of physical disability stated. “How fast?” asked Private Ching McMullen of the 305^th Ambulance Corps, who was on duty at the hospital at the time.

UPTON COLLEGIANS MAY RENEW THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS.”

Enterprising Son of Nassau Complies Tiger Toll---“More Later,” Is Promise

Informal get-togethers of Camp Upton’s erstwhile collegians now wearing olive drab seem probably in the near future if present fragmentary talk and planning are to be taken as indications.

There are scores of college men in camp and suggestion that gatherings of the various clans represented be held to recall the well known and good old days strikes responsive echo in many a well-buttoned and soldierly breast.

The Princeton representatives have been formenting a rally which bodes ill for their late Indigo Neighbors and a committee is to be appointed in the near future, it is understood, to arrange a Wednesday noon luncheon in Officers’ Houses.

An industrious ex-Tiger has complied a list of Sons of Nassau now in Upton. Trench and Camp will be glad to publish any other college lists which descendants of the Old Mother may compile.

Here are the Princetonites:

1898---Capt. Wm. C. Merrill, Comdg. Off., Remount Dept.; Lt. R. Stockton, M.G. Battal.

1899---Capt. N. Bleecker Fox, Battery C, 305^th F.A.,; Capt. L. S. Breckenridge, Co. B, 308^th Inf.;

Lt. L. G. Stevenson, Q.M.C.

1902---Lt. Chas, Camp, 304^th F.A,.

1903---Lt. Ward Chamberlain, 306^th Inf.

1904---1^st Lt, Wm. C. Armstrong, Supply Off., 13^th Battal., 152 D, Brig.

1905---Lt. Thos. O’Brian, Transportation Dept., Q.M.C.

1906---1^st Lt. Samuel J. Reid, Battery A, 306^th F,A.

1907---Capt. Theo Crane, Battery C, 306^th F.A.

1909---1^st Lt. Ferdinand Sanford, Regmtl. H.Q., 305^th Ind,; 2d Lt. Cleveland Dodge, H.Q. Co., 304^th F.A.;

2d Lt. Frank L. Cunningham, 48 Co., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. W. Myers, Trans. Dept., Q.M.C.

1910---Capt. Guy Garrett, Supply Co., 304 F.A.; Capt. W.H. Carpenter, Batry. F., 306 F.A.; Capt. J. Fine,

Batry. E, 306 F.A.; 1^st LT. Reginald Livingston, Q.M.C.; Lt. Henry Ralph, M.G. Battal.

1911---2^nd Lt. James Porter.

1912---Capt. Alvin Deveraux, Batry. A, 305 F.A.; 1^st Lt. Ferdinand Eberstadt, Batry. D., 304 F.A.

1913---Lt. E. S. Mulford, 12 Battal. 152 D. Brid.; Lt. Gray Bryan, 30 F.A.; Lt. Purser Adams, 308 Inf.;

2d Lt. McCuen, 27 Co., 152 D. Brig.; Serft. Wolfe, H.W. Troop, 77 Divis.

1914---Lt. S. Goff, 15 Battal., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. Nissley, Batry. F., 305 F.A.

1915---2d Lt. W. Jarman, Batry. F., 306 F.A.; M Olcott, Upper J. Bld., Y.M.C.A.

1916---2d Lt. Lennox, Ransom, 28 Co., 152 D. Brig.; 2d Lt. Thomas Niles, 78 Co., 152 D Brig.; Lt. Berry

Underhill, Barracks P. 77; Lt. N Kenyon, Inf.; Pr. Stevenson, H. Q. Co., 307 Inf.; Frank Glick,

Civilian Aide to Maj. Gen. Bell.

Ex. 1916—Serg. Phillip Barba, Signal Corps.

1917---Capt. Dougins Delaney, 305 F.A.; Lt. A. Behrer, 308 Inf.; 2d Lt. Gregory; Serg. Geo. W. Perkins

Jr., Supply Co., 304 F.A.

Ex. 1917---2d Lt. Maurschauser, 152 D. Brig.

1919---Lt. G. Saville, 152 D Brig.

Faculty---2d Lt. Wardlaw S. Miles, 308 Inf.

M’MANUS’S FAREWELLS.

The Diving Sarah has nothing on Private McManus, Upton vaudevillian, late of the Depot Brigade, when it comes to farewelling. Sunday afternoon “Mac” and a platoon of clansmen, following his “sergeant’s whistle,” a No. 9 tin horn, put on goodby programmes in several of the Y.M.C.A. huts, featuring “The Man Whole Stole My Future Wife,” in complete make-up, which consisted of a regulation O.D. Jacket converted into a toreador’s costume. The many well-wishers included Sunday femininity and hand-clapped parting greetings to the boys who left the first of the week for somewhere in Georgia.

MERCER, FARMER, RANNEY HERE

An ex-saloonist, a Bowery mission worker and a reformed college high-lifer made a unique trio of speakers for the Y.M.C.A. recently, when Tom Farmer, Dave Ranney and Ted Mercer appeared at the various Upton huts and told their stories. Mercer, especially, is know to college men the country over for his work in presenting the claims of the Christian life. He lived in the household of President Arthur, went the pace after leaving Yale and had a remarkable experience of regeneration which he related here.

Post Exchange Philospher.

Cartoon

ROOKIE RALPH SAYS: “Mebbe some o’ youse guy are crabbin’ about your grub, but even if you do find fault with some o’ the stuff, yuh gotta admit tha this here now jam they’re issuin’ to us covers a multitude of chins.”

YAPS AND YANKS.

There is a huge pile of Fallen Glory in Upton. A goodly portion of it was contributed by the fellow who was appointed captain by his local board to look after the men selected therefrom. When he brought his “captainey” into camp it became an honor void and empty.

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The perfection of awe is attained when a regular army man walks suddenly into a group of selected recruits who have been just four hours in camp.

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The rooky is undecided as to whether or not the home fires are burning until he gets a home-baked cake in the mail.

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The only Shrecklichkeit encountered thus far in Upton was the other day, when a recruit voiced his desire to use the needle on the man who had given it to him.

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A bit camp irony was unveiled the other day when it was learned that a certain rooky received rubbers from home, after being issued his trench 30-30 boots.

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“Patchoguing” has developed into quite a local diverson.

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Have you made your contribution to the Trench and Camp yet? If you haven’t, it’s high time that you did. Don’t be backward. This is your paper, issued for you. Put something into it, and it’ll be surprising how much you’ll get out of it.

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Lieutenant---What do you mean, rushing off with that bundle of paper under your arm?

Private---Why, that’s my contribution to Trench and Camp.

Lieutenant---Good! You’re exempt from kitchen police duty for the duration of the war.

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Guard---Who goes there?

Muffled Figure---A contributor to the Trench and Camp.

Guard---Pass. Friend.

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Officers are getting to feel sick themselves when Friday rolls around. It is the most popular day in New York for illness and trouble to hit enlisted men’s relative, according to telegrams which roll in.

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We wonder what sought of camouflage the rookie has been affecting whose parents wired a certain Upton officer to “Please let John stay home another day, as we want to see him.”

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It is thought probable, according to an authority in the Dental Reserve, that poison gas may be administered to the oak stumps around camp before they are removed.

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A great feeling of pity for her ignorance might well arise in the breast of the man whose girl asked him if soldier leggings were wore in order to make stockings necessary.

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The “hand-out” is becoming an institution in camp since the frugal rookie saved half his mess on Sunday and passed it along to his girl.

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For the benefit of the man with no musical ear, there is a rumor that all tunes in Camp Upton will be divided into two classes, One class is the “Star Spangled Banner” and the other isn’t.

FROM UNIT “R”

Y.M.C.A., Cor. 5gh Ave. amd 4^th Street

Secretary PEECOCK

Representative of Trench and Camp

Religious Work.

For the men of the new draft, army life has become a more serious and intense thin than it ever was before. This spirit of purposeful living is evidenced in the military life of the men. And it is very noticeable too that their religion is deepened, intensified and more fundamental than ever before.

This fact is shown by the interested audiences which listen to such earnest men as Dr. Beattle and Dr. Ely, who talked to the soldiers here. It is evidenced too by the attendance of all types of men at the Bible classes. And it is reflected again in the officers’ Bible class of Unit R, which si the first class of this kind to be formed in the camp.

The class is, incidentally, a tremendous encouragement to the men, who realize, that they are being led by Christian men who feel for them in trials and difficulties of their new environment.

Educational Activity.

Classes are being formed daily in both French and English in the 306^th Infantry.

Every Wednesday night at 7 o’clock a lecturer of note speaks in the R. Unit building at Fourth Street and Fifth Avenue.

“Germany Before the War and Germany Now” was the subject of an interesting and instructive lecture by Prof. William Tilly recently. Only a short time ago he arrived from a military prison in Berlin, coming to this country by way of Holland and London. The auditorium was crowded throughout his lecture here and at its conclusion many soldiers remained to ask him questions, which he cheerfully answered

Social Doings.

There is no difficulty in putting on high class vaudeville shows in this section because of the great abundance of talent available. Moving pictures are soon to be an added attraction.

Many requests have been received to use the Y.M.C.A. Building for company entertainments to increase the company funds by charging admission. The staff of the R Unit building has granted this privilege, provided arrangements are made with company commanders, and the company shows are pur on after the completion of the regular evening programme of the Y.M.C.A.

Y.M.C.A. HEADQUARTERS NOW ON THE BOULEVARD.

Y.M.C.A. headquarters building, Upton Boulevard, near the foot of Headquarters Hill, has been opened during the past week, the executive staff moving from the hut at Second Avenue and 11^th Street, from where the work has been administered heretofore.

The heads of the various departments, together with W.F. Hirsch, Camp Secretary, have their offices in the new building, which has also living wuarters for the chiefs of the organization, conference rooms and stock rooms. The hut in which headquarters has been located will be used by the colored troops, while the staff from there are doing business at the C-Station building, Second Avenue and Fourth Street.

“The U.S. Army”

Private Henry Meyer, 10^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, admits that his poetic form may be slightly below .300 percentage of Mr. Keats or Mr. Shelley, but he’s caught the spirit of the National Army.

Inspired by a particularly fine mess one night he apostrophized the life thus, calling his lines “The U.S. Army”:

In the U.S. Army

Everything is balmy;

The eats ain’t so bad,

There’s plenty of things to make you glad.

But best of all we’ll get a chance

To make the Germans do an awful dance.

MAY BE A BOXER.

“Dizzy,” the permanent kitchen mechanic of the 5^th Company, will make a wonderful boxer some day if he lives long enough. HE is there with a chip on his shoulder all the time, and he begins to champ his bit at the Y.M.C.A. every time he sees a set of boxing gloves. “Dizzy” like to box at the barrack contests, and, as the top Sergeant of his outfit remarked one evening after they had brought “Dizzy” around with the smelling salts, “That boy would make a great battler if he didn’t get knocked cold so often.”

PG. 7

UPTONITES TO SEE 10 GRIDIRON GAMES A WEEK TILL DEC. 12

Engineers’ Gridiron Eleven Takes Lead in Championship Competition

Moleskin Knights, Representing 302d, Vanquish Two Infantry Outfits and Seem Bent on

Copping Gravy—Rooting Helps Them.

FOOTBALL STANDING

(To Friday. Nov. 21.)

Won

Lost

P.C.

302d Engineers

2

0

1.000

306^th Infantry

1

1

0.500

307^th Infantry

0

1

0.000

Machine Gun

0

1

0.000

Although dozens of contests in many sports---soccer, basketball and indoor baseball---are affairs of every day here, it is on the regimental gridiron struggles that athletic interest has become centred. A full schedule has been arranged, and already considerable advancement has been made on it.

The first blood, figuratively speaking of course, was spilled by the 302d Engineers who put the bee on the infantrymen of the 30^th by a score of 10-0. The 307^th also fell victim to the wily and resourceful engineering aggregation, being vanquished with greater ease even than were their brethren of the 306^th. The score of their defeat was 27-0.

It looks as if the 302d Engineers would make a strong bid for the regimental championship, although the infantrymen in the first game out up a strong opposition and demonstrated that their gunfire will have to be reckoned with in subsequent encounters.

The engineer fraternity is gifted with a number of stars, who assisted materially in hanging up the bacon on the two occasions cited. It also has a band, and some of the most powerful lungs yet discovered in the United States Army. These lungs and all others in the outfit turn out for the games, invisible, of course, beneath the service overcoat, but very much in evidence, nevertheless. Headed by their music-makers, they march in regular formations of the games.

In their second game the 30^th hung up on the scalps of the machine gunners, all batteries of which have consolidated in producing an eleven. The score was 20 to 0.

It is probable that the regimental eleven which, in the mystic language of the sport-writers “annexes the gonfalon” will meet teams from other posts in the East. All manner challenges have been flung into the teeth of Upton’s athletic authorities, and there will be no difficulty in securing opponents.

UPTON SOLDIERS MAKE MERRY ON FIRST CAMP HALLOWE’EN.

Hallowe’en in a military cantonment proved an enjoyable and interesting, as well as a novel, occasion for the men in training at Upton. The boys held high carnival and played all the pranks ever heard of and some them that never had been before. Hundreds of parties were held in camp and nearby places, and Oct. 31 1917, was made a most memorable occasion in the lived of the men here.

One of the most delightful affars in camp Hallowe’en night was the barracks party given by Capt. Benkard and Lieuts. Palmer and O’Brien of the 9^th Company. 152d Depot Brigade, at the barracks, 152d Depot Brigade Second Avenue, with the enlisted men of the company and their friends as their guests.

The refreshments included cider, cake, fruit, cigars and cigarettes. An excellent vaudeville bill was provided and several good exhibition boxing bouts were put on. Lieuts. Palmer and O’Brien inserted coins in apples, and occasioned when the soldiers ducked into pans to pans of water to spear the fruit with their teeth.

Sergt. Reuben and Sergt. Moses managed the affair in a most creditable manner, and every one professed to have enjoyed himself as never before.

REGARDEZ:

Can you teach French?

Will you volunteer your services in teaching others?

Do you wish to study French—elementary, intermediate or advanced? If so hand in your name and camp to address to the nearest Y.M.C.A. educational secretary or to Mr. Hyman of the Jewish Welfare Board at Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street.

Provision for classes in French will now be pushed as rapidly as possible.

Inter-Regimental Football Schedule

Frank Glick, director of athletics at Camp Upton, has mapped out an interregimental football schedule which will keep that knights of the moleskin busy. Games have been scheduled for every Wednesday and Saturday from now until Dec. 12. Five games on as many gridirons will be played by different teams on each of these days.

Here is the Schedule:

Wednesday

Nov.7

302 Eng. vs 305 F. A.; 304 F.A. vs 306 F.A.; 302 A.T. vs M.G.T.

302 S,T, vs 305 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 307 Inf.

Saturday

Nov. 10

308 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 304 F.A. vs 302 Eng.; 306 F.A. vs 302 S.T.;

302 A.T. vs 306 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 305 Inf.

Wednesday

Nov. 14

307 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 302 Eng. vs 306 F.A.; 304 F.A. vs 308 Inf.;

302 A.T. vs 305 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 304 F.A.

Saturday

Nov. 17

306 Inf. vs 305 Inf.; 302 S.T. vs 307 Inf.; 302 Eng. vs 308 Inf.;

304 F.A. vs 305 F.A; 306 F.A. vs 302 A.T.

Wednesday

Nov. 21

M.G.T. vs 308 Inf.; 305 Inf. vs 307 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 304 F.A.;

305 F.A. vs 302 A.T.; 302 Eng. vs 302 S.T.

Saturday

Nov. 24

306 F.A. vs 307 Inf.; 302 S.T. vs 306 Inf.; 305 Inf. vs 302 Eng.;

305 F.A. vs M.G.T.; 304 F.A. vs 302 A.T.

Wednesday

Nov. 28

308 Inf. vs 305 Inf.; M.G.T. vs 302 Eng.; 307 Inf. vs 302 A.T.;

306 Inf. vs 305 F.A.; 302 S.T. vs 304 F.A.

Saturday

Dec. 1

306 F.A. vs 305 Inf.; 308 Inf. vs 307 Inf.: 302 Eng. vs 302 A.T.;

M.G.T. vs 302 S.T.

Wednesday

Dec. 5

304 F.A. vs 307 Inf.; 306 Inf. vs 306 F.A.; 302 S.T. vs 308 Inf.;

305 Inf. vs 305 F.A.

Saturday

Dec. 8

302 S.T. vs 306 F.A.; 306 F.A. vs 305 F.A.

Wednesday

Dec. 12

308 Inf. vs 306 F.A.

ATHELETICS POPULAR AMONG ALL YAPHANK SOLDIERS

Camp Upton men are an energetic lot. There is very little solace in the life here for the lazy man, the chronic loafer. Life is real, life is earnest. Perhaps not overserious, for the soldiers at Yaphank are developing a quality of buoyance which bids fair to rival the world-known spirit of the Tommy, who jokes as he fights.

One of the phases of activity which keeps loafing at a minimum is the athletic energy constantly being liberated. All forms of exercise and play find favor among the barrack dwellers. A journey along one of the streets between rows of quarters requires ceaseless vigilance to keep from being mixed into one of the games which go forward merrily.

Basketball Interests many, and cages are mounted on posts, the courts lacking perhaps in the billiard-table smoothness to which many of the adroit passers are accustomed. But an Uptonite has a sixth sense for bumps and uneven places, and to see a rookie dribbling through the broken field would be an excellent object lesson for a gazelle or Rocky Mountain goat

Volleyball, soccer, basketball, games of catch and many other exercises fill up the time between duties for energetic enlisted men and impress upon one the fact that this is a place where clean bodily vigor is sought after by everyone, officers and men alike.

Ex-Cop Fraternize.

Private Birney of the 11^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, late patrolman of the New York police force, visits the Police Department of Patchogue occasionally, and finds him a very nice fellow.

MORAL: SLEEP IN THE SIZE 40’S

A certain Upton Lieutenant has been cured of a certain fastidiousness in a rather unique way. He has been sleeping in pajamas, heaven forfend, and until the other day had prepared them for the night’s vigil by inserting them in the oven of the kitchen stove. Certain duties detained him this fateful evening, and when he returned the sleeping robes were what is technically known as “a charred mas.” He announces that henceforth he will forswear such luxuries as pajamas

CAMP PESTS.

A man who does the right thing at the right time but in the wrong way is called clumsy. The man who goes about the barracks after tattoo, whistling, bowling rocks and creating all kinds of noises, such as dropping trench shoes on the floor when every one else wants to sleep, is called a brainless nut in polite society, but out here what he is called is not printable.

GLICK PLEASED WAY FOOTBALL TEAM SHAPES UP.

Coach Glick is immensely gratified over the fine shape into which the All Upton football eleven is rounding for the battle with Camp Devens team at the Polo Grounds on Nov. 24.

The Yaphank eleven will be composed of some of the country’s most famous football stars, and Coach Glick is confident that the All Upton team can defeat the moleskin contingents representing any other camp in the country. The boys here are looking ahead to the Polo Ground struggle, as they figure that is all over now but binging the bacon back to Yaphank.

The candidates for the team are all so good that Coach Glick probably will not pick the eleven warriors until just before the whistle blows.

NIMRODS ARE BARRED FROM CAMP UPTON

Disciples of Nimrod will have to limit their activities to sections of game country outside the Camp Upton military reservation, according to a general order which has gone forth and notices signed by the Provost Marshal and posted along the boundaries of camp and along all roads leading into it. No requests for permits to hunt will be submitted, and infantrymen who have cherished longings to use their Mausers on Bre’r Rabbit will have to save their fire for more worthy foreman.

HUNT THE L.I. CHICKEN

Private Jimmy Hanley, erstwhile Depot Brigadier, passed his last Friday evening at Camp Upton in a hunting—not the Broadway kind, but the Long Island variety. After frantic searching he located some eligible ones on a poultry farm at Bellport and his mess the next dy observed the results of his work. “Jimmy” is the composer of “Indiana” and other popular songs.

“SHAKING MEAN KNUCKLES”

Boxing in the barracks in Upper “J” continues popular as ever. Over Brigade, they have had some very exciting bouts. Paddy Coburn and Jim Carney the other night started very playfully on a little exhibition bout. Paddy had a sore arm from the recent needle, and Jim committed the mistake of his career in walloping Paddy on the tender spot. Strange to say. Paddy went out after blood, and Jim showed no tendency to disappoint his antagonist.

For a few months they stood up and slugged with all their might, but the pace was too hot for them, and they decided to finish it out on the floor. Finally the “top cutler” detailed four men to pull the combatants out from under the stove, and drag them apart. The bout was declared a draw and everybody was happy.

Cross-Country Run Trophy Captured by 308^th Infantry Speed Merchant

J. Waroski Shows All the Other Boys the Way Home in Five-Mile Hike—Scarlotta Finishes Second

That the boys of the 308^th Infantry have the others in Camp Upton beaton when it comes to endurance seems to be proved by the results of the first inter-regimental cross-country run over a difficult five-mile course. Frank Glick was the promoter of the affair, which was productive of some splendid time, considering that it was the first event of its kind stages here.

The 308^th boys secured the first regimental trophy for their comrades as the result of the run, a handsome cup offered by Alex Taylor of New York. Individual prizes—wrist watches, trench mirrors and military brushes—were put up by the New York Athletic Club.

J. Waroski of the 308^th copped first place, while a buddy from the same organization, J. Scarlotta, was a good second. Third position fell to N. Weg of the 306^th.

The course was approximately five miles, and was by the following route; From 19^th Street and Grant Avenue down Third Avenue to First Street; thence over First Street to Fourth Avenue, up Fourth Avenue to Eighth Street, across Eighth Street to Upon Boulevard; thence up Upton Boulevard, past Divisional Headquarters, turning a curve to the right, just east of the Commanding General’s quarters, and then continuing down Fourth Avenue to 19^th Street, and south on 19^th Street to Grant Avenue, turning north on Grant Avenue on Smith’s field and once around the field.

Following is the standing of organizations, with the individual placing indicated by the figures opposite each name:

First Place, 308^th Infantry—Waroski, 1; Scarlotta, 2; Johnson, 5; Harvey 20; total, 28.

Second Place, 307^th Infantry—Hanley, 6; Rotgard, 11; Leeddy, 18; Stay 19, total, 54.

Third Place, 306^th Machine Gun—Lankester, 8; Carney, 14; Moskowitz, 16, Pignato, 44; total, 82

Fourth Place, 305^th Infantry—Hampson, 15; Stembler, 24; Kramer, 25; Varcoe, 27; total, 91.

Fifth Place—306^th Infantry—Weg, 3; Goodyear, 9; Weidam, 42; Trausneck, 43; total, 97.

Sixth Place, 152d Depot Brigade—Hynes, 21; Egan, 22; Littman, 32; Slack, 40; total, 115.

“ALAS, POOR YORICK”

Some of the boys of the 11^th Company were toting one of the boxes of athletic goods from the Y.M.C.A. to their barracks when Wasserman, the gifted pianist, hailed them and asked what they were going to use that long box for.

“Coffin, you poor ham; every company gets its own issue before it goes across. Didn’t you get measured for yours?” was the cheerful response of the non-com in charge. And Wasserman wilted as though some one had touched him for his month’s pay. These Fosdick boxes certainly do resemble “wooden kimonos,” and the suggestion may be a valuable one to the Government for last use.

Now—And Then.

No more ham or eggs or grapefruit,

When the bugle blows for chow;

No more apple pie or dumplings,

For we’re in the Army now.

And they feeds us beans for breakfast,

And at noon we has ‘em too.

While at night they fill our stomachs

With a good old Army stew.

No more shirt of silks or linings,

We all wear the O.D. stuff;

No more night-shirts or pajamas,

For our pant are good enough.

No more feather-ticks or pillows,

But we’re glad to thank the Lord

That we’ve got a cot and blanket,

When we might just have a board.

But, by Gum, we’ll lick the Kaiser,

When the sergeants teach us how;

For, gosh, ding it, he’s the reason

That we’re in the Army now.

Compiled from old classic sources

By Private Charles Gordon, 302d

Field Signal Battallion.

PG. 8

“Over There!”

A Series of Incidents And Observations Straight From YM.C.A. Huts in France.

Some of the soldiers appear to have almost a woman’s point of view on keeping a secret. One of them, for instance, was told that he must not give away in his letters the point at which he was stationed. Accordingly, the next letter he wrote was signed something like this:

“William G. Burge, Corporal

X Company, 291 Infantry,

Chamounix, Somewhere in France”

TWO KINDS OF BATHS

“One of the terms used by the workers is ‘Christian Bath’, which means a rub bath,” writes one of the secretaries. “A ‘Buddhist bath’ is a bath in a basin.”

IF THE FOLKS ONLY KNEW

And here’s a message from a soldier, as transcribed by another of the secretaries:

“A soldier came in the other day. It was Sunday, and he said, “Sunday is pretty lonesome. Of course, I don’t get homesick, because I haven’t got a home, but I get thinking about myself, and that ain’t good. Then I beat it to the ‘Y’ hut. Gee, I hope there’ll be huts enough to look after all the Sammies who are coming over! The folks at home would see that we had enough if they just knew what they meant to us.”

A BIBLIOUS MULE

A little Frenchman, who had served two and a half years in the present war, was on leave recovering from a wound. He was forty-four years of age; had four brothers killed in the war and one brother-in-law killed; two nephews killed, two lost; a mother dead of broken heart.

His wife is now caring for their own two children, and for four others belonging to this brothers, who have been killed. She receives twenty-six cents for each child, making a dollar and a half a day on which to support a family of six. As a soldier of the French Army he receives five cents a day.

“They say I saw him,” writes a YM.C.A. secretary, “he had received notice to return to the front on the next day. He was whistling and apparently happy.”

“How can you keep so cheerful?” I asked.

“Oh, we’re always happy; we can live, we all work at home, and by and by the war will be over.”

THE FRENCH HE WANTED

In one of the French classes in a hut in France, the secretary had given the men, who were novices in the language, several of the useful phrases and expressions that they would need most. He then asked if there were any further questions. A prompt reply came from the front row

“Yes, sir, I want to know how to swear in French.”

AVIATORS’ NEWSPAPER

“The High Flyer,” is the latest newspaper in France. It is gotten out in the French Aviation Camp at Avord, France, and published by the American Y.M.C.A.

“This,” states the weekly paper, “has been conceived by the Y.M.C.A., is dedicated to the men who are training to do their ‘bit’ in the camp at Avord, and its reason to be is to giv news, gossip, inspiration and cheer to men in a place where there are many clouds and bad flying and living days until we drive them away. Turn in copy, jokes, locals, any old stuff, poetry, etc., to the editor before Wednesday night.”

AMERICAN SPIRIT

The spirit of our American soldiers “Over There” is shown in an editorial in “The High Flyer.”

“The life is hard, maybe,” acknowledges the editorial. “There are bedbugs, to be specific and unpoetical, hours are long, beds are hard, we don’t eat at the Waldorf-Astoria House. But remember France has been through three long ears of war. She can’t do things up brown for any of us any more than for her own. Then ‘cest la guerre,’ we must stand it, suffer a lot. Ahead are the glorious days of peace, world democracy, Cher up. Smile, You’re doing your bit.”

FAITH IS UNCLE SAM

“Y.M.C.A. Everywhere in France” is the title of another news story. The boys have faith that “Uncle Sammy” will help them get the huts they so need.

CAVE IN EXPLAINED

Here’s a sample of the jokes in the paper:

“I hear the German front has caved in.”

“That’s due to the shortage of beer and sauerkraut.”

DARKNESS SAVES HIM

“The other evening,” writes a secretary, “while a Chaplin film was being presented in the ‘Y’ hut here, just at the point where Chaplin was about to hit another man and knock him down, the ‘Lights Out,’ order came in. ‘What a place to leave Charlie!’ said one of the men regretfully.”

The men couldn’t fight so well without these movies that the Y.M.C.A. gives them.

“LEST WE FORGET”

That the “stay-at-homes” are not forgetting the boys now in the camps is evinced not only by the thousands of service flags now flying to the breezes throughout the country, but the wearing of service pins by fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. The service pin is made of red, white and blue enamel with one star for every member of a family now in the service of his country. Each of the soldier’s immediate kinsmen is entitled to wear the pin to show that he or she has a relative in uniform.

WATER POPULAR

Down in the “bone dry” cantonments in the South the soldiers are getting away with a little too much water to suit the division commanders and warnings against wasting aqua pura have been sounded.

In one of the camps the average consumption of water for each man was 100 gallons a day, whereas each horse consumed only 20 gallons a day.

Orders have gone forth that the cooks put less salt in the fish and that each soldier be held down to 55 gallons of water a day.

CARTOON

That Rookie from the 13^th Squad

‘SEND PRIVATE DUBB TO ME IMMEDIATELY.’

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY WEARING TWO-STARS ON EACH SHOULDER?’

‘I SAW A MAN WITH THEM ON THIS MORNING AND I THOUGHT HE LOOKED AWFULLY SNAPPY’

By Pob Crosby

All Soldiers In Training Will Get Actual Experience With German Gas

Schools of gas defense are to be established in each of the National Guard and National Army cantonments and camps so that every American soldier now undergoing training may be familiar with the effects if the noxious fumes in the trenches.

Thirty percent of the shells now used on the western front contain deadly gases which necessitate the immediate donning of masks,

Is it not intended that the Americas are to be caught unprepared for gas attacks when they reach the trenches. Along with their other training for service overseas they are to be given practical experiences with war gas until they are so innured to the smell and effects that the deadly vapors will have no terrors whatsoever for them.

Under the direction of Brig. Gen. I.W. Little, who supervised the construction of all the cantonments throughout the country, special structures to be used as gas houses are now being built in each of the thirty-two camps.

A qualified medical officer who has graduated from the gas school at Fort Sill, Okla., where officers of the French army have been lecturing and showing moving pictures if actual gas attacks will be in charge of the schools of gas defense at each camp. He will be assisted by a chemist and non-commissioned officer of the Medical Department.

Lectures Delivered.

In many of the camps lectures on German gases and their effects have been delivered before groups of officers and non-commissioned officers and they are expected to be of material assistant when the actual gas tests are made.

The Division of Gas Defense Service is the office of the Surgeon-General has been placed under direction of Major E.D. Kremers, Medical Corps, with Major Bradley Dewey as assistant.

Orders from the War Department to the camp commanders require that “every officer and enlisted man in your division” shall take the gas defense course.

The gas houses in the camps will be hermetically sealed so as to prevent the deadly vapors from escaping and spreading over the entire reservations. Three kinds of gas will be used: bromine and chlorine, which are visible to the naked eye, and phosgene, which is wafted along on the breeze unseen and must be inhaled to be detected. The soldiers will wear the masks inside the gas houses for periods of fifteen minutes.

The United States government not only has all types of gas masks with which the French have been enabled to nullity the use of poisonous German fumes, but it is understood that one or more types of American-invented hoods, superior to the French ones, will be used by our fighting forces in the trenches. The superiority of the American masks lies in the speed and ease with which they can be adjusted when the presence of gas detected.

All Cantonments to Have Heat Soon

War Department officials have announces that all of the barracks, mess halls, hospital and officers’ quarters will be equipped with heating facilities before really cold weather sets in. Work of installing the heating apparatus is being rushed, the department announces, at Camp Devens, Ayer, Mass.; Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Mich.; Camp Grant, Rutherford, Ill.; and Camp Funston, Fort Riley, Kan. These are the northernmost camps and will be the first to receive heat. Small, conical stoves may be used before the heat is turned on in the camps.

When the heating equipment is installed there will be an abundance of hot water available for bathing purposes and laundry work.

Some of the officers and men in the camps have been complaining about the chilly nights, apparently all unmindful that if they were at home the case would be practically the same, as furnaces are not started until around

NOVEMBER 12, 1917

TRENCH AND CAMP Vol. 1 No. 6

November 12, 1917

Staff of Famous Specialists to Man Million Dollar Hospital, One of Finest in Country

75 Buildings, Each for Specialized Work, Compose New Camp Unit, Now Open

One of the most interesting quarters of camp has recently been opened and is now running with that remarkable smoothness which soon characterizes all departments of this vast cantonment. It is the million dollar base hospital. The location in the P section which was used by the institution until the permanent buildings were sufficiently advanced for occupancy has been abandoned, and the Medical Department of camp is already becoming familiar with the lay of things in its seventy-building unit southwest of the “heart of the city.”

When completed, Upton’s base hospital will be one of the finest military establishments of its kind in the United States. IT is a small city in itself, with three score and ten buildings. These are connected by glass inclosed corridors and are steam-heated from the hospitals own plant. A power unit is included in the equipment which also embraces laundry, post exchange, guard house, chapel, mortuary, garage and fire engine. The buildings are all one-story wooden structure and when entirely completed will have a capacity of 1,000 patients.

Laboratories and special buildings for special departments of medical science are to be equipped with all of the appurtenances known to modern skill. One entire building will be devoted to surgery of the head and will have two operating rooms, complete in every detail, cases of the eye being treated in one and of the ear, nose and throat in another. Other branches of medicine will be housed in separate buildings and every care taken to insure complete attention to patients.

Has Notable Staff.

A staff of famous specialties medical men with national reputations will be maintained to make the treatment accorded Upton fighters the best which a finely manned hospital affords.

Major Jay D. Whitham, M.C., the commanding officer, has as his chief of medical service Major Harlow Brooks, M.O.R.C., of New York City, clinic professor of medicine at the University and Bellevue Hospital Medical College, and at present chairman of the section of medicine, New York Academy of Medicine. Capt. William Etickney, M.O.R.C., of Rutland, Vt., who accompanied one of Rear-Admiral Peary’s polar expeditions, is chief of the surgical service. The hospital adjutant chief of the service of men’s diseases is Major Howard Fox, M.O.R.C., of New York, attending derindologist to the Harlem, Polyclinic, German and Willard Parker Hospitals. Major G. Hammond, M.O.R.C., president of the New York Athletic Club, is the chief of the neurological service. Capt. Russell L. Cecil, M.O.R.C., is chief of laboratory; Major Edward H. Dench, consulting otolaryngologist; Capt. Frederick G. Ritchie, chief of the ophthamological service; Capt. Aaron J. Rosanoff, psychiatrist; Capt. John R. V. Wolfe, roentgenologist, and First Lieut. John H. Snapp,, D.C., chief of the dental service.

A staff of assistants, all specialists in their particular line, will be under these heads of departments The son of Charles McBurney, the distinguished physician, First Lieut. Malcolm McBurney, is one of the specialists.

Nurses to be Feminine.

A feature of the staff which may put a premium upon going to the hospital is the intention to add seventy-five nurses to it. Judging from the reputation which Yaphankers have built up for themselves on visiting days and sojournings in the city, this announcement should be fraught with deep interest. In addition to these white-capped damseis, there will be a medical corps of 300 enlisted men, when raised to “war strength.”

MAKING UPTON THE SIGNING CAMP

The above photograph shows Max Weinstein, in charge of developing community singing at Camp Upton, leading the soldier-songsters of the Third Battalion, 30^th Infantry, in a chorus. The regimental band is grouped about the leader and the infantrymen standing two deep are filled with song, although, of course, that doesn’t show in the picture.

Scenes of this kind will be common before long, as Weinsteing is to work with all the thousands of embryo warblers, taking them battalionwise.

National Anthem Artistic Enough For Former Associate of Dr Muck

Vincent Bash, Erstwhile Member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra but Now a Private Camp Upton, Delights in Playing “The Star Spangled Banner.”

Although “The Star Spangled Banner” may be music of the baser breed to Dr. Carl Muck, director of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, it is certainly not out of favor with a former associate of Dr. Muck in that famous musicianly organization, who is now a private at Yaphank. For Vincent Bach, famous cornetist and trumpeter, now training to be a gun manipulator somewhere in the Upton artillery section, delights in rendering the national anthem on his gold instruments to the great enjoyment of the boys, who are fast coming to regard him highly as a soldier as well as a musician.

His musicianship is of the highest order and entities him to a rank among those few virtuosos to whom the music world does homage. Bach is a native of Austria. He was born in Vienna and received his first training in the Academy of Music there. He acquired his artistic finish in the country whose men are to be his antagonists on the field of battle. Fritz Werner, a famous German cornet virtuoso, was his tutor.

Bach has toured extensively throughout Austria, Germany, England, Denmark, Sweden and Russia and established an enviable reputation which was acknowledged by the foremost musical critics of those countries.

Soloist at Frisco Exposition.

Since the outbreak of war in the summer of 1914 he has added to his successful career by work in the United States, playing under the direction of Dr. Muck of the Boston Symphony, and during the summer of 1915 he appeared as soloist at the San Francisco Exposition. He then toured the Pacific Coast until summoned to the East to accept the position of solo trumpeter with the Russian Ballet of the Metropolitan Opera House. Since then he has done most of his work as soloist under concert and Lyceum contracts, while recently, until called to service under the colors of the United States, he achieved great success at the Rialto Theatre, New York. Now he is offering music of the two-dollar-a-ticket variety to his comrades in olive drab, having been received with acclaim in the Y.M.C.A. Hut, Fifth Avenue and 14^th Street.

Says a musical critic of this Upton private: “To hear Vincent Bach is in itself an education; for his technique is developed to the highest degree. The beautiful quality of tone produced upon his instrument in all registers, the artistic phrasing and classic perfection of his interpretation have placed hum un the highest rank of musical artists.”

TRIANGLE DRIVE FOR $35,000,000 INTERESTS UPTON

Young Men Who Appreciate Work of Y.M.C.A Watch Campaign

It is somewhat of a strain on the modesty, according to private tips given Trench and Camp by secretaries, to be a Y.M.C.A. worker in Yaphank. The boys have taken the spirit of the organization—its friendliness, disinterested helpfulness and broad-minded service—so closely to their unstarched bosoms that at times they smother the apostles of the Red Triangle with laudation. “Let him through, he’s a Y.M.C.A. guy” was the cry as a knight of that institution pressed into a crowded barrack board That sums up the free entry which the Y.M.C.A. has into the hearts of Upton men.

The announcement, therefore, that a campaign has been inaugurated by the National War Work Council, Y.M.C.A., to raise $35,000,000 for work among soldiers here and abroad is received in this camp with personal interests by the thousands of soldiers. They realize that they effort affects them vitally, and their enthusiasm for the success of the campaign is deep-seated and bounding. They have learned that the Y.M.C.A. isn’t in the axe-grinding business and is not moved by ulterior motives. And that is why the sentiment here is so strong for the big $35,000,000 drive. The soldiers realize they can help by “passing the word along” to the folk back home about what the Y.M.C.A. means to them, what it has done to help make life more pleasant and work while, and many are doing that.

On Sunday the start was made on the raising of this fund and the last date for contributions is set as Nov. 19. Not only will the men in the American Army be served by the $35,000,000, but it will cover the expense of working with 7,000,000 Russians, 4,000,000 Frenchmen, 3,000,000 Italians, 6,000,000 prisoners of war and 1,500,000 men in the armies of Belgium, Mesopotamia, India, East Africa and Rouxmania. With the American Army before next July raised to 2,500,000, a total of 24,000,000 will be on the service list of the Red Triangle o be benefitted by the $35,000,000.

PG. 2

CARTOON

That rookie from the 13^th Squad by P.L. Crosby.

‘ALWAYS LEARN TO KEEP YOUR INTERVALS’

‘THE DISTANCE BETWEEN YOU TWO IS FOUR INCHES’

‘NOW, DUBB, WHAT’S BETWEEN YOU AND O’BRIEN?’

‘NOTHIN’ CEPT WE AINT SPEAKIN’

Soldiers’ Insurance Law Explained By Secretary McAdoo

Head of Treasury Makes Provisions Of New Act Plain And Urges Men To Insure Their Lives

Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo, addressing the members of the National Army, through Trench and Camp, urges each and every one of them to take advantage of the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ life insurance law recently enacted by Congress.

In his letter Secretary McAdoo explains the provisions of the law so that the soldiers may readily understand them. He says:

“The United States has gone further than any civilized nation ever has gone in protecting the officers and enlisted men.”

Officers representing each of the thirty-two cantonments throughout the country recently assembled in Washington and were given thorough instructions on the operation of the insurance law. The members of the National Guard and National Army will find at least one officer in Camp to give full details concerning the workings of this most extraordinarily liberal law.

Following is Secretary McAdoo’s letter which he sent to the editor of the Camp Kearny edition of Trench and Camp, published by the Los Angeles Times:

“Thank you sincerely for giving me the opportunity of communicating directly with the soldiers through the columns of Trench and Camp.”

Tribute to Soldiers

It was a genuine privilege to speak to that splendid assemblage of young men at Camp Kearny concerning the Liberty Loan, the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Insurance bill, and the causes of this war with Germany.

“As I saw them, my heart swelled with renewed pride that I am a American citizen, and that our beloved country has such gallant defenders as the brace men who have put on the uniform of liberty and are going forward to make democracy triumphant over the perfidious military autocracy of the German Kaiser, which has disregarded all laws of humanity and civilization in this war and seeks to enslave the entire world, America in the bargain. So long as America produces the kind of men I saw at Camp Kearny, American rights will be protected and the world will be made safe for democracy.”

“It was a wise thing for the men who have entered the service to save their money and invest it in United States Government Bonds. No investment is so safe, and none can be converted so readily into cash or borrowed upon so easily if the owner wants to effect a loan. When the soldiers and sailors come back and enter civil life, they will find it a great advantage to have a fund with which they can establish themselves in business. It will set many a man on the wat to a successful and prosperous career.

Generously of Government

“The United States has gone further than any civilized nation ever has gone in protecting its officers and enlisted men. The new soldiers and sailors insurance law not only provides for the support of the dependent families of our soldiers and sailors, but it also provides that every officer and enlisted man may purchase at minimum cost from the United States Government life insurance up to a maximum amount of $10,000.

The rate is based upon the American experience table of mortality without overhead charges, so that the cost of a $10,000 policy ranges from $64 per annum, for the man 21 years of age, to $82.10 per annum for the man 41 years of age. In other words, the cost is from $6.40 to $8.21 per annum for each $1,000 of insurance.

“Policies will be payable in monthly installments, covering a period of twenty years. On a $10,000 policy the Government will pay to the beneficiary of the insured the sum of $57 per month for twenty years, or an aggregate of $13,680. If a man is totally disabled in the service and is insured for $10,000 he would receive $57 a month for twenty years, in addition to the specific compensations and indemnities to be paid to him for his disability under the provisions of the bill. Every officer and enlisted man who desires to make provision by life insurance for his loved ones now has the opportunity to do so through the just and generous action of his own government. He will get insurance in the strongest company in the world—the Government of the United States itself.

Must Apply by February 12

“But every officer and enlisted man must apply to the Government fir the amount of insurance he desires within four months after he enlisted in the service, provided he came into the service after October 6, 1917. Therefore, all those now in the army and navy must notify the Treasury Department on or before February 12, 1918, as to the amount of insurance they desire; otherwise they will lose their right to take such insurance.

“During the four months between October 6, 1917, and February 12, 1918, every officer and enlisted man, in the active service on or after April 15, 1917, is insured by the Government in the sum of $5,000, so that if any man should die or become totally disabled within that period, and before he has filed his application for the amount of insurance he wants, the Government will treat him as having been insured for $5,000, and will pay his beneficiaries the sum of $25 per month for a period of twenty years. This liberal provision is made in order that every man in the service may be protected during this four month period, while he is getting acquainted with the law and making up his mind as to the amount of insurance he wants to take.

“These insurance provisions and all the provisions of the bill apply not alone to the officers and enlisted men of the army and navy, but also to the women members of the army nurse corps and the navy nurse corps.

Urges all to Insure

“I earnestly hope that every officer and enlisted man, and every woman who is a member of the army and navy nurse corps, will speedily take advantage of this splendid provision for life insurance, and thus secure additional protection for themselves and their dependents.

“This great law for our soldiers and sailors and women nurses will be administered in the Treasury Department. Every effort will be made by the Government to see that every man and woman entitles to the benefits of this act has the fullest opportunity of doing so. Regulations covering all details and complete instructions will be issued from time to time by the Treasury Department and brought to the attention of every man and woman in the active service.

Nation Back of Soldiers

“America is fighting in the most righteous cause for which a nation ever fought. The entire resources of the American people will be put behind our soldiers and sailors, and the may go forward with the knowledge that not alone will their dependent families be cared for by a just government, but that everything that a great and generous people can do for them will be done without stint and regardless for sacrifice.

“I know that the men who are training at Camp Kearny and at the other camps throughout the country will add new glory to their flag, and that they will soon bring back to suffering humanity peace, founded upon justice and humanity—the only kind of peace worth having, and the only kind of peace that will endure.”

SNEAKING UP ON THEM

A young city fellow went to the country to take a flyer in agriculture.

About 3 o’clock one morning the farmer for whom he was working rustled him out bed in a great hurry.

“What’s the rush?” asked the young man.

“Come out to the barn as quickly as you can and I will tell you,” replied the farmer.

With all possible haste the young man went to the barn and again inquired as to the reason for the early rising.

“We are going out to thresh the oats,” said the farmer.

“Are they wild?” the young man asked.

“No,” the farmer responded.

“Then what’s the idea of sneaking up on them in the dark at this unearthly hour?” asked the city fellow.

UNAFRAID

“When I give you anything to do I want it done promptly and without any loafing,” said the Top Sergeant in reprimanding a private who appeared a little slow on the job.

“I am not afraid of hard work,” replied the private. “It holds no terrors for me. I have slept beside it many times without the least fear.”

UNRELIABLE?

“You can’t rely on a shuttering man.”

“Why not?”

“He always breaks his word.”

“IF”

(Rudy Kidling)

IF you can keep your heard when all about you

Are you losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting, too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make your thoughts aim,

If you can meet with triumph and disaster,

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stop and build em’ up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all you winnings,

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose and start again at your beginning

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your nerve and heart ad sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

And walk with kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a man my son.

PG. 3

Gleanings, Gossip, Humor and Chatter Gathered Here and There.

Knights of Columbus Are Well Into Work For Soldiers, With First House Open.

Building at Fifth Street and Fourth Avenue Offering Services Under Direction of Secretarial Staff—Auditorium on Upton Boulevard IS Nearing Completion—Buildings Open to All Races and Creeds.

By Clement B. Fenton.

With the operating of the new club house at Fourth Avenue and Fifth Avenue for service to the soldiers, the Knights of Columbus are well started on their work in Camp Upton, which embraces broadly a ministry of service to all the soldiers in the cantonment, regardless of creed or race.

This is the first building of three to be erected here for the work of the Knights of Columbus which is being carried on in the various cantonments throughout the country as the war programme of that organization. There will be at Upton, beside the building now completed and doing work, another club home built on a similar plan and a large auditorium on Upton Boulevard which is rapidly nearing completion.

Through the secretaries in charge, the Knights of Columbus plan to carry on vigorous activities along the lines of social, educational and religious welfare. There will be telephone and postal facilities, with ample writing space and stationary, which is furnished without charge. Each club house is equipped with a stage which may be used as an altar support at the proper times. Pianolas and phonographs assure plenty of entertainment for the musically inclined, while all of the current magazines and newspapers of the day, as well as a generous library of excellent books, will help to allay the soldier’s well known craving for reading matter.

Nightly attractions in the line of vaudeville performances and boxing bouts—in short, the carried events possible in camp life will be offered in each building. These will be open at all times to local performers, and the K. of C. will secure many professional entertainers as added features in the field of entertainment.

Athletics will occupy no small place in the work, and the organization is to furnish experienced coaches and supply an ambulance of equipment for the various sports. Literary and musical clubs are to be formed, with competent directors in charge and an effort will be made in every way to encourage those whose desires tend to the intellectual and aesthetic

Perhaps the greatest endeavor, one that compasses all, is to create for every boy who is lined up in Uncle Sam’s army an atmosphere which will be homelike, under roofs which he may use at all times and feel they are his own. The Knights of Columbus, a Catholic fraternal order, have undertaken the matter of raising funds for this work, and act as sponsors. This, however, is the limit of sectarianism in the movement. Regardless of creed, the buildings are open to each and every one.

In charge of the religious work is the Rev. Laurence Bracken, formerly of Brooklyn. The General Secretary for Camp Upton is Harry A. Werner of Patchogue, L.I., with Clement B. Fenton of New Bedford, Mass., Assistant Secretary.

UPTON CIVILIAN EMPLOYEES BUY $35,000 OF BONDS.

Mr. Olson, Chairman of the Anderson Liberty Loan Bond Committee, announces that civilian employes of the camp subscribed to more than $20,000 worth of bonds. For days there was competition among Mr. Loew, Mr. Dempsey and Mr. Olson of the Construction Quartermaster’s Office in Yaphank in their efforts to break all records in obtaining Liberty Bond subscriptions.

With the aid of Messrs. R. Rosenberg, A. Fagen and S.J. Mann and J. Henley and A. Scheinwald, who spoke in English, Mr. Olson invaded the sleeping quarters of workmen about to retire. Stirring speeches in various languages were made. As a result several thousands of dollars in subscriptions were obtained. Mr. Olson then directed his associates to address men crowded about camp fires.

Out of $35,000 subscribed for bonds, Mr. Olson and his assistants obtained $20,000 worth of subscriptions.

Visitors’ Day in camp always furnished a new and interesting slant to camp life here, in token of which the following paragraphs are written.

There is no feeling or emotion in the human catalogue quite the same as the one a rookie experiences when he is seen by “Her” for the first time in his new uniform. It is halfway between the criminal’s sensations when found guilty of murder and the embarrassment a Plattsburg Lieutenant experiences when caught by the Sergeant looking in the mirror at his cub mustache.

It is remarkable how feminine touch changes things. On one of the recent Visitors’ Days some of the dainty sojourners were brought into a certain mess as guests. As soon as they entered the barren mess room a new light seemed to dawn on the faces of the men. Even the discouraged Kitchen Police took a hitch in their gunny sack aprons and pushed their hair back. The face of the second cook, who was dishing out stewed peaches, became wreathed in smiles. Men were given portions of unheard-of proportions. The conversation all over the room had a new buoyancy. There was a composite smile of self-congratulation on the way non-coms. A halo was over the entire establishment.

After viewing the partings at the station, one is impressed with the possibilities of Upton’s infantrymen in the use of their arms. All branches of the service, the observer is convinced, will be able to hold their own.

Many a rookie becomes on visitors’ day a general and a prince.

Several young and unfettered officers have resolved to treat certain of their men with more consideration after seeing their sisters.

Of course the boy was glad to see his parents. But his greeting might have been misleading to one unversed in army gastronomics and psychology. “Where are the smokes?” and “Did you bring the grub all right?” were the first questions he asked.

AMMUNITION MEN CONVERT THEIR BARRACKS INTO HOME.

Transforming barracks into homelike, clublike living places is one of the gifts which the selected men here have cultivated with surprising facility and to an extent quite remarkable.

Among the outfits whose energies have been turned to the rendering of comfort and luxury out of bare walls and wooden floors is B Company, 302d Ammunition Train. The boys have decked their living quarters in an attractive interior furnishing scheme which would elicit applause from a professional decorator and have installed, among other things a live, four-cylinder piano. Under the guidance of the company’s talented box-ticklers, the engine is hitting on all of them during the spare time which hiking and drills allow.

Private Joyce is official funmaster and fills his part to overflowing. He is the sort of chap that makes army life one round of comedy. A barrack orchestra composed of mandolin, guitar, banjo-mandolin and drum furnishes dulcet strains for the dancing which enlivens Visitor’s Day, and also performs when only khaki-clad pals are present. The Company B lads have sponsored some band-up barrack parties among other of their achievemnts.

THE CALL.

The Call is clear;

Arise ye sons of freeborn men, grid on the sword,

Take up the shield and go ye forth

Into the fray,

The men of Mars and mighty Thor are dripping red,

The earth is rent in twain and travailled sore.

Make haste, make haste, ye men of might,

Strike for freedom and the right,

The fight is on—the thunder roar, the lightning flash

Of cruel, grim guns that belch forth death

And voice with joy the paean of the dead,

Doth urge thee on.

Advance the steady tread, ye men of might,

Into the fight, and falter not,

Though red-hot blast of hell doth greet thee

And doth sear thy soul and strike thee down,

The Stars of Night will guide thee in they flight

Unto the Lord of Hosts as, mantled in the evening dew,

Thou sleepest. The bivouac of the dead may be thy portion,

But thou shalt still be free.

F. ALLEN, Headquarters Co, 304^th Field Artillery.

Post Exchange Philosopher

Says Rookie Ralph: “If us boys of Division 77 can root them Huns outa the trenches like we’ve been goin’ to these here Long Island stumps it won’t be so awful long till we’re eatin’ our beans in Berlin.”

HERE’S AN UPTON MESS THAT READS A RITZ MENU

Meals in Camp Differ According to Abilities of Mess Sergeants and Cooks.

Whether it is the pro-German influence or just the human prerogative of being allowed to kick in one’s board is not known, but loose talk often floats around an army camp, and to the folks back home about the grub.

After being in Upton for a week, most enlisted men wonder that there ever could have been “bear stories” about hard tack and beans. Of course, every mess isn’t milk, honey and charlotte russe, and the palatability of the food in subject to variation. But in the large camp food is astonishing for its well-seasoned wholesomeness.

The variations are due to no favoritism on the part of the quartermaster, but to the abilities of the mess sergeant and the chef. One is different from another and the food which they place before the men is bound to follow the same lines of differentiation.

In one mess the following was a trio of menus recently, and if seeing this in print isn’t a solar plexus blow to the grub-knocker nothing that the Ritz or the Biltmore offers could be:

BREAKFAST.

Oatmeal

Grape Nuts and Milk.

Scrambled Eggs.

Lyonnaise Potatoes. Toast.

Coffee.

DINNER.

Beef Steak, Tomato Sauce.

Stewed Corn. Browned Potatoes.

Ice Cream. Cake.

SUPPER.

Cold Roast of Beef.

Cold Slaw. Pickles.

Potato Salad.

Cheese. Bread.

Tea.

IN UPPER “J”

Y.M.C.A. Hut, Cor, 2^nd Av. And 14^th Street

GEORGE PECK

Representative of Trench and Camp

This Company Are Both O.K.

Since so many of the men of the Depot Brigade let for Georgia it has been rather lonesome up on the Upton J Section. At retreat a squad is seen here and there in front of the barrack doors. Sergt. Smith of 14^th Company took his company over to Patchogue Saturday night. He says that they both had a good time.

Under the Pecan Tree.

Lieut. Brown of the 10^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, was asked if he knew anything for the next issue of Trench and Camp. “Sure,” he replied, “tell them they should send all the loose nuts up to the 152d Depot Brigade.” Glad to oblige, Lieutenant.

“A Fireman’s Life for Me.”

There is a certain officer of the 28^th Company, 52d Depot Brigade, whose favorite song is: “Oh, for the life of a fireman!” His command was appointed as the new fire company and the following conversation took place between the Company’s commanding officer and the Colonel:

“Where’s the hose real?”

“Don’t know, sir.”

“Where’s the hyndant?”

“Don’t know, sir.”

“Who’s assistant fire marshal?”

“Don’t know, sir.”

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7^th Con., D.B., Present and Accounted For.

They seem to have left all the wildest an wooliest in the 7^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, and silence seldom reigns there between reveille and taps. Chuck and Lee, the Siamese twins, still stick together and are noted for their famous sayings: “As you were!” “Get the needle!” “Hit me!” “Shoot the dime!” “What’s on your mind?” No seconds!” “Beans again!” and several others.

A Sergeant’s Hard Luck.

Sergt. Schwenk was late for supper the other night and he complained bitterly because he couldn’t find a thing to eat but sirloin steak, potatoes, sweet corn, fritters, stewed peaches and coffee. It’s a shame the way they impose on those poor sergeants.

Back From Georgia.

We are glad to see Lieut. Carlson back from his trip to Atlanta, Ga., with the men sent South. This reminds us of one of the 7^th Company’s rookies of the Italian race, who told a friend that he was going to “Georgia Atlantic.”

An Oriental Magician.

Chioda, the Chinese magician, still mystifies the crowd. His disappearing trick, performed with slum-gullion, cannot be excelled.

Who Is She?

Every time the whistle blows other than for formation, we hear the cry “Telegram for McCarthy” or “Special Delivery letter for McCarthy!” He must have one who thinks a lot about him.

Doesn’t Bit the Tongue Maybe.

Private Attilia Creo of the 7^th Company was telling of an amusing incident which took place in the kitchen of his barracks. “There was aftera dinner, see,” he said. “Chef, hima holda nose; say ‘vera bada smell. Looks round; no cana find nothin. Oh, tella him smella terrible thing. Looka in the ice box; no can finda. Looks in oven, undera stove; no can find. ‘Wasa malt? Thata no nads smell. Mess sergeant no got tobac; smoka oatmeal in pipi.”

Blood Up for Fliv Drivers.

The drivers of some of the obsolete autos which take the boys over to Patchogue are pulling a raw one on the fellows. Which may start trouble before long. The pirate who is not content with charging 50 cents each wat and paying for his seventy-six vintage flivver in a week, but who has beat the boys out of their hard-earned dollars by charging double fare on the return journey, when the bouts are not able to do anything but come across, deserves all that is coming to him, and from what some of the boys say, he is going to get his.

Characters in 12^th Co., D.B.

They have a number of distinguished characters in the 12^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Tony Boots of “ice, coal and wood” fame is never told to do anything without replying, “Wait while I play a little tune on my catarrh.”

PG. 4

TRENCH AND CAMP

Published weekly at the National cantonments for the soldiers of the United States

ADVISORY BOARD OF CO-OPERATIONS PUBLISHERS

JOHN STEWART BRYAN, Chairmen.

H.C. Adier, Chattanooga Times.

C.H. Allen, Montgomery Advertiser.

W.T. Anderson, Macon Telegraph.

F.S. Baker, Tacoma Tribuna.

W.W. Ball, Columba State.

Leader.

Harry Chandler, Los Angeles Times.

Amon C. Carter, Fort Worth Star Telegram.

Elmer E. Clarke, Little Rock Arkansas.

Democrat.

Gardner Cowles, Des Moines Register.

R.A. Crothers, San Francisco Bulletin.

Chas S. Diehi, San Antonio Light.

E.K. Gaylord, Oklahoma City Oklahoman.

F.P. Glass, Birmingham News.

Bruce Haldeman, Louisville Courier-Journal.

Clark Howell, Atlanta Constitution.

James Kerney, Trenton Times.

Victor F. Lawson, The Chicago Daily News.

Charles E. Marsh, Waco Morning News.

Frank P. MacLennan, Topeka State Journal

A.L. Miller, Battle Creek Enquirer-News.

D.D. Moore, New Orleans Times-Picayunne.

Frank B, Noyes, Washington Evening Star.

Gough J. Palmer, Houston Post.

Bowdre Phinizy, Augusta Herald.

Don C. Seitz, New York World.

Rudolph C. Siegiing, Charleston News and Courier.

H.D. Siater, El Paso Herald.

W.P. Sullivan, Charlotte Observer.

Chas H. Taylor, Jr., Boston Globe.

James M. Thomason, New Orleans Item.

Published under the auspices of the National War Work Council of the Y.M.C.A. of the United states with the co-operation of the papers above named.

Distributed free to the soldiers in the National cantonment.

OPENING THE WAY FOR US

Military operations have taken on a new meaning. We read no longer of the Ypres salient as the theatre of a bloody conflict or of Verdun as the stage of a world-renowned drama. Vimy ridge has become more than a name. The Aisne is more than a fabled stream. For we are soon to appear on one or another of these fields of action and we find them now a veritable part of ourselves. But as we view the operations on the western front in the imminence of our great endeavor and in the sympathy of our friendship for America’s allies, two facts of the utmost importance to each of us stand out in bold relief.

The first of these is the remarkable success with which our associates in arms are meeting in every great engagement with the enemy. Little by little, with unremitting patience, the French and the British are wresting from the Germans the key-positions from the North Sea to the mountains. Monchy-le-Preux, Vimy Ridge, the Chemin des Dames, the Messines ridge, the Zonnebeke ridge—one after another of these have fallen into the hands of the allies. With scarcely an exception, the British and French are now fighting down-grade, as far southward as the foothills of the Vosges whereas, in the past, they have been forced to move upgrade against positions selected by the Germans at leisure and fortified at pleasure.

Again, the British and the French have greatly improved their tactics during recent months while the Germans have either remained stationary or else have been losing in morale. In September, 1915, the French fought the famous battle of the Champaigne. This was undertaken after the most careful investigation on the part of Marshal Joffre and was entrusted to some of his ablest generals, including Petain and Foch. The victory was unmistakable, but the losses were heavy, and, if current reports are to be believed, the offensive had to stop because of a shortage of munitions. In the same wat, the British offensives at Neuve Chappelle and Loos and the French operations against the Labyrinth north of Arras cost the lives of tens of thousands. In contrast, we now read of attacks in which our associates in arms penetrate the German front for as much as two miles. The odds are turning. The heroic defenders of liberty are becoming masters in the art of war.

These facts do not of themselves forecast a speedy conclusion of the war. That is contingent upon many things and cannot be coldly calculated from the results of a single battle or a single campaign. But the present position of the allies and the notable improvement in their tactics indicate beyond all question that when America is able to out her great armies in France, sh can exert her strength when and where it will mean most.

ANOTHER AMERICAN SHOT HEARD AROUND THE WORLD

The opening shot by America has been fired our boys are shooting. Those boys from farm and city, from prairie and seashore, from the mountains of the West and the valleys of East, are aiming their Springfields and training their cannon at the Hosts of Hideousness and the echo of those shots will not die till freedom is born again.

And this is no new adventure for American blood. Once before the grandsires of the lads now in the trenches stood at Lexington and fired a shot heard around the world.

That show was fired from a flintlock. It was aimed by untrained farmers who confronted war-hardened regulars. It seemed at best a valiant but hopeless effort, and yet that little flash of powder loosed an explosion that sealed the doom of kings.

National changes come slowly. But within a decade and a half after that shot they head of Louis XVI fell in a basket and France, with all the love of freedom and its worship of equality, was definitely in the ranks of Democracy.

Today only the despotism of Prussianism remains in Europe to menace those world-wide aspirations for which the farmers fought at Lexington. And Prussianism, too, has heard the shot fired by the American boys in the French trenches. In the dull ears of despotism the sharp, clear crack of that rifle has sounded, and even Prussianism knows that its doom is sealed.

While America stood aloof the success of the policy of calculated cruelty and foreordained frightfulness was possible. President Wilson made his public denunciation of Germany’s policies, practices and purposes on April 2. From that day the final outcome has never been in doubt.

Russia may have caved in. Italy may be overwhelmingly and tragically defeated. The ride may run with seeming resistlessness for the Kingdom of Cruelty, but America has yet to be reckoned with.

To the stern strength of France, who cried, “They shall not pass,” to the unyielding heroism of England, whose army was practically annihilated on the retreat from Mons and yet who never faltered or cried aloud, to the bright your of Canada, Australia and New Zealand, to the brave and indomitable Italians, America has brought her riches, her knowledge, her inventive genius and, above all, the spirits and bodies of her sons.

That accession will change the scales and that assistance will win the day.

It may not be soon. It may mean winter and summer in the tranches and in the field. It may bring suffering and death to the soldiers and to their families, but that shot fired from the trenches by the boys will bring no less glory to the warriors, safety to their families and freedom to the world. Yes, to all the world, even to Germany, when she shall have been delivered from the nightmare of Prussianism.

WHAT THE SUBMARINES MISSED

That the German submarine policy has failed is the best proved by official statistics as to the number of men and quantity of munitions and supplies safely transported across the Atlantic since the U-boats became active.

In the last three years 13,000,000 men have crossed and recrossed the Atlantic. Only 3,500 of these men were lost. More than 25,000,000 tons of explosives, 51,000,000 tons of coal and upward of 100,000,000 tons of machinery, rifles, and other supplies also were transported without any loss whatsoever.

WAR OF 1917

“The War of 1917” is the term by which the United States government will officially refer to the present conflict. The Signal Corps in each division has been instructed to compile a comprehensive pictorial history of “The War of 1917” for preservation in the archives in the War Department.

“A FATAL DEFECT”

At a banquet recently, Secretary of War Baker said: “One of the fatal defects of the Hohenzollern imagination is that fatuous belief that being frightful and making faces and killing women and children will scare brave men.”

The guy with the mole vision might claim that an O.D. outfit makes every man the same sort of man. He would back up his near-sighted claim by declaring that “clothes make the man.” But this Myopic Moke has never really lived in and of an Army cantonment. If he had enjoyed such a privilege, even his restricted gaze might have told him that there are types of khaki just as truly as there are in the ankle length pants and the colored necktie.

One of those types is the Book Who Thinks He’s Better. You’ve got him in mind. And when you think of him, your first swings outward involuntarily. You reach unconsciously for a missile to hurt. If there is none, you may unbottle some of the language that the Y.M.C.A. huts have signs against, if you’re that kind of a fellow. These hidden resources of language failing you, perhaps you lapse into deep disgust which is really more effective than indigo expletives. For the Boob Who Thinks He’s Better lurks in every camp.

He is not there because he wants to be. That fact he frankly proclaims. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to do his share in the war, if allowed to choose and pick. He might. Bu it would be soft-handed, white-collard, cologne-scented bit. HE really wouldn’t associate with the “common herd,” the canaille, the hoi pool, if he chose his path. For he is a Better Sort of Breed!

He is unused to contact with the bristly neck. He finds the jostle of crude elbows so annoying! And one is even forced to wash one’s dishes with those fellows (the “o” is ling as in “roast”). And disrobing in plain sight of a rude fellow who had driven trucks, and to have remarks made fixer of plumbing! Very distasterful to the Book Who Thinks He’s Better!

He isn’t at all chary with information about how he’s never been thrown with rough, unhewn men. They are from a different order. He only tolerates the common herd. This army misfit has a rough road ahead, not because of the road but because of himself. He is as out of touch with the democratic spirit as if he’d lived in the time of Louis Fourteenth. His nose has been inherited from a family in which the proboscis has always been on a forty-five degree angle, though, so perhaps the Boob Who Thinks He’s Better can’t be blamed.

And certainly a term as a member perforce of the great brotherhood in American leggings and service Stetsons will bring the Book to his sense, and make realize that, after all, he isn’t Better, but only a Boob.

HIGH HEART OF FRANCE

Out of the agony and sweat,

Out of the morial sacrifice,

Out of the high heart that could yet

Twine garlands as it gives and dies,

In the dire vigils of the west,

By the hard tears and blood their scroll

Dark in the sackcloth and beaten breast,

Men say, “France, you have borne a soul!”

The Lord He pitieth all scaled eyes

Come, pity you now the gaped struck view!

Pity you, pity the sheep surprise!

Always, Lily of France—you knew

You were a dancer at a ball,

Larking in a painted hose and basque,

You were a belle at a carnival,

Tickling fools with a wig and mask.

Pierrette, coquette shaped and trig

Dance! We follow!—But hark—a work!

Now comes leaping through mask and wig!

Who shines and towers there with a word?

Pierrette? Pallas? Nay, hear the clear call

Ringing round on the dumbfounded dance;

“Enough, enough of the mime and ball!

Mummers, have done! “Tis I! ‘Tis France!

“Look at me, mind me, now in mine eyes!

When was I a laggard for paint, for play?

By bugles, blow me! My children rise!

My day of glory has downed today!”

France, by your agony and sweat,

By your immortal sacrifice,

By your own knightliness that yet

Plucks purples as it pours and dies;

In the white honor that now flings all

For honor white, nor recks the chance—

You have but let the veiled years fall,

And turned the selfsame face of France.

--HENRY SYDNOR HARRISON, in “For France”

MUST BE PROPERLY CLOTHED

Strict orders have been issued by the War Department that all men transferred from the National Army to the National Guard must be equipped with a complete uniform and two or more blankets before leaving their cantonments. When the attention of the department was called to the fact that many men had been sent away without proper clothing and blankets, it was announced that this was in violation of specific instructions, and all division commanders have been ordered to see that the practice is discontinued.

HONOR FOR SORREL TOPS

America’s first shot in the war having been fired by “a red-headed sergeant,” the Red Head Club of Spokane, Washington, has elected to honorary membership all the sorrel top non coms with the American expeditionary force in France.

German Militarist Says U.S. May Not Send Army Abroad

Not withstanding the actual participation of American soldiers in fighting on the western front, the German newspapers still insist Uncle Sam has no men in Europe. The German people are led to believe that French and British soldiers have been dressed in khaki to look like American soldiers.

A fair specimen of the kind of staff the German people are being “fed up” on is seen in the following from Major Hoffe, of the German General Staff:

“Any extensive transport of American troops would cause serious difficulties in supplies to England and France. It must be remembered that the U-boats are sinking more and more ships daily.

“Finally, the fighting value of the American troops is not great, probably about equal to that of the Rumanians, and there certainly will be fewer of them than of Rumanians.

“In fact, it is doubtful whether the Americans will risk the venture of sending an army to Europe at all.

“The only American help to be seriously reckoned with is in the air. Flyers can be quickly trained and easily transported, but the German command has taken all necessary measures to meet this danger.

“The new enemy directs his efforts less against the German army than against the nerves of the German people and against the internal unity of Germany.”

U.S. TO FEED PRISONERS

That the United States is not overlooking any angle of the war is shown by the fact that plans have already been made o properly feed American soldiers taken prisoner by Germany. Thousands of prisoners taken by Germany have suffered and died from lack of nourishment, and the United States government does not propose to let American suffer for food. The War and Navy Departments have completed arrangements with the Red Cross for each American prisoner in Germany to receive two ten-pound packages of food every two weeks.

The food is to be forwarded from the Red Cross warehouse at Berne, Switzerland, where it will be held for the shipment to the prisoners in Germany.

FOUR STARS FOR PERSHING

After considerable debate as to whether General Pershing was entitled to wear three stars and a wreath or four stars as the insignia of his new rank, official announcement has been made by the War Department that four stars designates a general. It is not probable that General Pershing will be further elevated to the rank of field marashal.

PG. 5

Al Hears How Friend Jim Has A Change of Heart

BY OUR OWN RING W. LARDNER

Dear friend al: you know that when I and you got out draft cards and your card al had a big no onto it but mine was a small no. I was pretty soar for a wile at you because yours being a big no, ment you dident stand no show of being drafftit but mine al being a small no, was an indicashum that I woud be drafftit and you woud be left wear you have ben drawing 38 dolars a week ad lunch mony

Well I aint soar no oar believ me and I ait got no moar ust for a guy that’s soar at being drafftit unteerying but now al if I had it to do over I wood of volunteerd at once immediately without there being no drafting about it. This is a grate place to get it being a poor idea to get soar when your drafftit. Of Coarse you got Moll and the babies to think about al so this isent personell to you al but only a gen. Remark because you wood be eggs emptied anyhow al because of moll and the kids.

But what I was writeing to let you know was how diffrent idears like as this 1 comes to a fella when he sets down after 1 of these hear leckchures what the cap ten hands out to you wen they get you into the big shed with tabuls witch is called the mest room becaus it is wear we eat the mest which is called dinner and super in the city. You can tell hes a cap ten after being around for a wile al becaus he has 2 little sterling silver slugs his shoulders only mebbe their not sterling silver but lead as the sargint says only the sargint is a great bull artist al and be sides has to do whatever the cap ten says altho we pryvats must do what the sargint says when lots of times al he says it that way witch you cant tell weather he is saying it or only cussing.

Well at the 1^st time that cap ten got up on a bench to talk to us I was soar about being drafftit as I was saying to you but when he got down again offen the bentc I wasent quite so soat but was fealing as if these Dutchmen has got something coming to themselves from us americans.

This cap ten al put it upto us pryvats that had only a few hrs befoar ben in offisus and shops that we were owing a det to the world witch we had got to pay up because we had ben having a pretty soft time of it but the rest f the world hadent been having anything but tuff going for a no. of years and that the wimmen was crying and all that sort of stuff and you know al I couldent never seen no womum crying al without doing something about it. He dident pull no sob line al it was strait dope but believe me al it maid me feal rotten about being soar at getting drafftit wen I might of beu helping out of my own free will and ackoard.

Well wen we went out of that mest hall their was a boob nezt to me said something about the cap ten being pade to say that and I called his bluft and said you big stiff that cap ten has got no axe to grind don’t you know hes pres. Of a bank wen hes not in the army. I happint to know about this cao ten because I of saw him offen getting out of a limozien on wall st. and that boob shut up rite away meebe because ime not so small as I mite be.

So I of got a little moar pep about this now al ad believe me I want to see it through as that English fella said who roat a book about mister gritling seas it through or something like that. Witch is just the way I feel about it al now ime in it believe me all ime in it to see it clean through without no stopovers for lunch or nothen. Well al I must cloas but I will tell you moar next time of how I of got to feel that it isent strait stuff to feal soar about being drafftit.

“Shell Shock” Nothing but a State of Mind, Says Noted Authority

Shell shock and how to prevent it, subjects of interest to each and every American soldier now in training for services in France, are interestingly discussed by Dr. Morton Prince in a recent issure of the Journal of the American Medical Association

Dr. Prince writes as an authority. He is one of the world’s foremost medical psychologists. He has visited military hospitals for the express purpose of studying shell shock. What he has to say deserves careful consideration.

Particularly significant is his statement that he popular view as to the cause of shell shock is entirely wrong.

Most people—including most soldiers—believe that when a high explosive shell bursts near a man the mere concussion of the air is enough to cause a physical injury of the brain. To this physical injury are attributed to dumbness, loss of memory, paralysis, etc., that are principal symptoms of shell shock.

But Dr. Prince unhesitatingly denies that air concussion by high explosives can cause the brain to be organically injured. Specifically, he states:

“It is now consensus of opinion that true shell shock differs in no wat from the ordinary traumatic neurosis as observed after railway and other accidents, earthquakes, etc.

. . . Being a traumatic neurosis, it is accordingly nothing but traumatic hysteria.”

That is to say that shell shock may be more properly described as “shell fear.”

It is because soldiers believe that air concussion can cause paralysis, dumbness, or loss of memory that these effects actually are produced. The paralysis, dumbness, and loss of memory are at bottom examples of the dire physical consequences that may flow from a wrong attitude of mind, a false and unhealthy belief.

If the soldiers could rid their minds of this belief, shell shock would no longer be the serious medical problems that is it today.

Accordingly, Dr. Prince suggests that all soldiers, officers, and men, be given by military surgeons instructions for the prevention of shell shock. It should be explained to the soldiers, he says,

“That shell shock is a form of hysteria, that it is due to fear and not to physical trauma, there is little danger, and nothing may be feared.”

He adds:

“In this wat it is to be expected that an anticipatory attitude of mind of healthy preparedness (instead of fear and mystery) would be formed; and also that fear when a shell exploded in the neighborhood without maiming the soldier, would be so minimized as not to produce the psychoneurosis.”

Every soldier ought to know—the importance of the mental attitude in shell shock, the importance of developing a firm conviction that unless an exploding shell cases actual wounding it is without power to steal away the soldier’s memory, deaden his speech, or turn him into a helpless paralytic.

Education, not speculation, is needed.

“US FIGHTING FELLERS”

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CARTOON by Chapin

‘PROBABLY WILL NEVER FEEL MORE LIKE FIGHTING THAN WHEN WE FOR OUR FIRST OUTFIT OF CLOTHES-‘

(IMAGE) ‘BUSTED DREAM’

Sam Brown Belt Banned to Save Leather Supply

The reasons assigned by the War Department for refusing to O.K. the use of the Sam Brown belt by officers in the American army are: first that it is not a part of the regulation uniform and never has been and second that the leather thus used could be employed to better advantage in other directions.

While there is no doubt that the heavy leather belt, held in place bu the smaller strap over the shoulder adds sna- and finish to an officer’s appearance, it was never worn in the American army until the British and French officers began to flock to the United States on war missions, and its use after that smacks too much of aping to suit the War Department.

The ruling of the department placing the Sam Brown belt under the ban proved costly to a great number of officers who assumed it was correct to wear this “harness” and purchased it at a figure which meant no loss to the dealers.

All Soldiers Will Be Taught How to Swim

Although travel on an American troopship through the submarines zone is as safe as it is possible to make it and ample life preserves are carried on every transport, American soldiers to be sent “Over There” are to be taught how to swim. Every man ought to know how to swim. Every man ought to know how to swim, whether he is a soldier or civilian, but with submarines operating in the Atlantic it is all the more imperative that the men in khaki be as much at home in the water as on land.

PG. 6

News and Command on Doings of Ever-Active 77^th Division Members.

Pat “P” Pointers

Y.M.C.A. Hut.

Cor. 5^th Avenue & 8^th Street

E.C. KNUDSON,

Representative of Trench and Camp

Sing Their Heads Off.

The other day Blanche Merrill, the playwright, dropped in to see us and recited her newest poem, “American Thine,” for the boys. Beck and Shultz have some new songs that pleased the crowd the other night. Kennedy, from the 306^th Machine Gun Company, has turned up and talked to the piano and Max Weinstein, choral director, came around and made the boys sing their heads off at this direction. Charles Allen Abrahams is general utility man on the platform lately and can jump in and box a man twice his weight just to keep the ball rolling. He has gone and done it, leaving behind his bachelor days, and his wife came around to us Sunday to inquire if Allen was behaving himself out here. Come again Mrs. Abrahams—we will look for you in out movie films.

Lots of New Music.

Chase and Miller are a big help in a rush behind the counter. Thanks, fellows! And say, you piano players, we have a good supply of the latest musical hits just off the press. If you want to play any time during the day or evening, ask at the counter and we will be glad to let you use it.

To Put on Minstrel Show

Dave Jones has promised to write us a Camp Upton ministrel, fellows! All the men in the 308^th Regiment who have, or think they have, ministrel talent, sign up quickly and see what we can pull off. If it goes strong we will book it up for every “Y.M.” building in the camp.

Attention! 307^th Infantry.

And you boys of the 307^th Infantry, we are going to put on a cracking good play from your talent under the same conditions. Can you beat the 308^th bunch? Come o in and show them!

Sounds Interesting—Sh!

But the Machine Gun Company over here will bear both, we judge, if what they say comes true. A musical comedy with MALE ladies and all, boys. Chorus girls, orchestra, and everything. Sounds good, boy! Come on, you suicide squad, sign up right away; we have lots of places to be filled yet.

Upton Norwegians Gather.

The Y.M.C.A. Building, Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street, was the meeting place of the Norwegians men of Camp Upton on Wednesday night. They filled the main room of the building and greatly enjoyed the programme arranged for the occasion. Private S.J. Arnesen was in charge of he meeting, obtaining the assistance of A.H. Rygg of the Norwegian News Company of New York and Prof. Lawrence Munson, Director of the Munson Institute of Music.

An exceptionally fine musical programme was given by Miss Helen DeWitt Jacobs, violin soloist with John Phillip Sousa’s Band: Miss Theresa Smith, soprano, and Prof. Munson at the piano, Pastor Lauritz Larsen of the Norwegian Zion Church gave the address. Mr. Larsen has been called to the National Army cantonment at Camp Dodge, Iowa, as a field secretary of the Lutheran Church. The success of the occasion has led to the desire on the part of the men for another meeting, and Private Arnesen hopes with the help of those interested to repeat the Norwegian night.

307^th Ambulance Reports.

A member of the outfit reports to Trench and Camp:

“ The 307^th Ambulance Company is not to be forgotten when it comes to Trench and Camp write-ups. To begin with, this company was elected for guard duty Sunday and Mr. Provost had the lich to escort two pretty girls who said they were lost. When it comes to the gallant knight stuff Mr. Provost is there.

“Late in the evening Mr. Gilligan held at bay, single handed, about seventy-five men, including Captains, Lieutenants and privates, and kept the company awake shouting ‘Corporal of the Guard!” Mr. Levine, another honored member, gives his commands as ‘Halt, please; Oh, please halt.’ It’s rought stuff, all right.”

A Certain Corporal is now convinced that luck, like firecrackers and grapes, comes in bunches. He got a leave unexpectedly to go home Sunday morning, and as he was boarding the train at Upton Terminal, his best girl walked into his arms.

You’ll Be Glad To!

You have probably already done it.

One rookie who, incidentally, never knew until he joined the army what the Y.M.C.A. was, said he never wrote a letter home that wasn’t filled with accounts of what the Hut—his hut—was doing, and telling the folks how it helped fill the need of the things which home had always provided.

You may have been that man. You probably have written more than he did—and better. You probably could improve on what you’ve said, though? At least, you’re going to try it. Won’t you—before taps to to-night? Write a letter to your parents, sister, brother, friend, Her-any, all or more—and give them a line on what the Y.M.C.A. in Camp Upton means to you.

And send them this copy of Trench and Camp. If you haven’t time yourself to wrap and mail it, give it to a Y.M.C.A. secretary, with the address, and he will do it for you. Wrote the letter by all means. If you can’t possibly write the letter, or letters, which is better (paper at the desk), send Trench and Camp. Or do both, and the bread which you thus cast on the waters, even though you’re not in the navy, will come back to you buttered on both sides—thick with jam.

SEEN AT CAMP UPTON

A diminutive Italian recruit civilian garb walking in Fourth Avenue inspecting the sixe ten trench shoes that had just been given to him.

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A dignified Van Dyke bearded major seated in his “tin Lizzie” putling with satisfaction on an old corncob pipe.

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A shaggy-haired puppy training with persistence a company of soldiers and refusing to heed the commands of an annoyed Lieutenant.

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A giant recruit saluting with full and solemn ceremony a chubby lieutenant whose head hardly reaches the height of the recruit’s belt,

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Sergt. Shinn had a new rookie out the other morning whose neither garments looked rather the worse for wear.

“Are those the only pants you’ve got?” the sergeant asking him. “You’ll find them rather cold unless you mend ‘em!”

“Yessir! Desa ma summer pants,” the rookie told him. “Summer here; summer gone!”

HUNT NO. 37 HANGS OUT RED TRIANGLE AND GETS ON JOB

Boys in 305^th Infantry Will Try to Make It Best Y.M.C.A. “On the Lot.”

By A.O. Mainmberg

The Young Men’s Christian Association, known as the Army Y.M.C.A, Hut No. 37, is located on First Street and Fifth Avenue. We had our official opening recently, when Company I of the 305^th Infantry put on a splendid entertainment. Both the Colonel and the Lieutenant were present and spoke. Since our opening night we have only once or twice let evenings go by without an interesting programme of sort or other on the platform.

List of Secretaries.

The following men are the Secretaries: A.O. Maimberg, Building Secretary; T.B. Young, Religious Work; H. P. MacDonald, Social; William Wefer. Physical; William Hessenberger, Business.

The work of our association will reach primarily, because of our location, the men of the 305^th Infantry.

Although not open long, Hut No. 37 has been privileged to be of some service to the men of the regiment. Each secretary has his more or less definite programme, which he is trying to prosecute with the one object in view of being of assistance to the men in a way that will enable them to be better soldiers and men, fill up their spare time in a wholesome wat and help them keep away the blues and keep in touch with the folks back at home.

Major Dall has been appointed to represent the Colonel in all educational matters for the regiment. Lieut. Schuyler of Company 1 is in charge of entertainment, his title being Amusement Officer. Lieut. Griffin is the physical activity organizer of the regiment.

The boys of the 305^th Infantry are trying their best to make their regiment the fore most in Camp Upton. On two occasions they expressed their determination to make and keep their Y.M.C.A. the best in Camp Upton. In about three weeks they feel that they will be ready to try conclusions with the men of any regiment in the camp along athletic or entertainment lines, or any other lines, in fact.

Feminine Touch Adds Charm to Opening of the New Y.M.C.A. Hut

Red Cross Women Graciously Assist Distribution Ever Welcome “Eats.”

High-browed Engineers and iodinic Medical Men are still talking about the brilliant and colorful opening of the New Y.M.C.A. building in the C section at 2d Avenue and 7^th Street, which set a high water mark for entertainment at Camp Upton. The staff in charge of the building was formerly on the job at the hut at 2d Avenue and 11^th Street, now used by the colored regiment. The members of the staff and every one else who played a part in arranging the opening exercises have been deluged with congratulations and compliments.

The setting for the party was most impressively picturesque, great sheaves of variegated autumn leaves being tastefully arranged on the walls and uprights of the building, the good old Stars and Stripes and the flags of our Allies being everywhere in evidence, and a crackling blaze in the fireplace.

But best of all, oh best of all, was the welcome presence of the group of charming Red Cross women workers from Bellport. They were the center of attraction because of their beauty and graciousness. They were especially popular when they passed around the refreshments, which consisted in the aggregate of five barrels of apples, hundreds of doughnuts, , sandwiches galore, slews of cake and quarts of cocoa. The refreshments were provided through the generosity of Mrs. J.L.B. Mott of Bellport and the party of ladies she mobilized for this most appreciated branch of “army work,”

Mrs. Mott and her associates have the pleasure and comfort of the boys at Upton very much at heart, a fact which is attested by their weekly visits to camp for more than a month to dispense large quantities of tea, coffee, sandwiches, cake, etc., to the boys.

A gala programme of stage events featured the evening. The show would have done credit to a Broadway playhouse. Singers and dancers in great number participated, while comedy ran rampant on monologues. The particular star in the comedy line was Joe Mozel of the 306^th Infantry, who imitated Charlie Chaplin so accurately that many thought they famous screen comedian was actually appearing before them. Then there was Thompson, who contributed “Me and My Gal” amid such a maze of eccentric moves and expressions that he was compelled to respond to numerous encores before the crowd would let him go.

An Instructive Letter.

We all admit that we have a peculiar interest in the feminine members of our species. Even pictures of the ladies are welcomed. A few nights ago Dr. McLennan, Educational Director for the Y.M.C.A. buildings of the entire camp, gave a most interesting lecture on “Women in the War.” We have to admit that we never knew how truly the women are standing right alongside of the brave Frenchmen in this Big Fight. In the transportation service of Europe, in the mills and factories, in the coal mines and at the front in Flanders, where women are doing stretcher-bearer work in the frontline trenches, there they are, and a noble work they are doing.

Signal Corps Livens Things.

There is sure some peppy bunch in that Signal Corps! The other night they ambled over, fifty strong, armed with fiddles, ukuleles and plain vocal cords, and put on an hour’s worth of syncopated delight. They got the gang, all right, and we all hope they amble again. They were assisted in the evening’s work by Chris Klittgard of the Military Police, and Heitlinger, a Q.M.C. boy, in songs and recitations.

Real Doings in Social Room.

There have been some real doings in our social room. Pretty nice place to gather, around the fire log, and just talk along kind of chummy to your pal. Two of the country’s unique characters, renowned in evangelistic and mission work in all circles of life, came here and sat down informally with the boys and told their life-stories. Ted Mercer, who was once a famous college athlete, and whose talks and lectures have lost none of the “ouch” that used to take him between the goalposts; and Tom Farmer, famous mission worker in the slums of New York, thrilled us with their stories.

Private Riley Valuable.

Private L.D. Riley is making himself popular and useful to the crowds that throng the Y Hut every night by acting as announcer of some of the programme numbers, and in fact as general utility man. If the boys are slow to respond in putting numbers on he is always the man to jump in and hold the boards for a few minutes with a song or line of “nut” talk, or a dance or acrobatic feat. Riley hails from the 306^th Field hospital.

FROM UNIT “R”

Y.M.C.A., Cor. 5^th Ave. and 4^th Street

Secretary PEECOOK

Representative of Trench and Camp

Members of the commissioned personnel are enjoying the Officers’ Room in the building at 42rd Street and Fifth Avenue, which was thrown open to them under auspicious circumstances.

Arthur B. Hunt, the building secretary, welcomed the officers to the new Y.M.C.A. and bade them make themselves perfectly at home. Col. Vidmer of the 306^th Infantry responded in neat and graceful terms, expressing the appreciation of his staff for all that the Red Triangle has done for the soldiers at Upton.

Nieff Rosanoff, cellist; David Hockstein, violist; Walter Hackerman, all of the 306^th Infantry, and Frank Bibb, pianist, of the 305^th Field Artillery, entertained with solos, which were masterfully rendered and warmly received. The evening’s festivities were closed with a medley of patriotic airs by the 306^th Infantry band.

Refreshments were served in the social room by the charming hostesses, Mrs. Davidson and Mrs. Major.

THIRD COMPANY GETS BIG, HEARTY SEND-OFF

Chicken, music and good fellowship were only a few of the ingredients in a farewell party accorded the boys who recently left for Georgia from the 3d Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Major Payson, Major Nolan, Capt. Coleman and other officers were the honor guests.

Sergt. Joe Shanley of Shanley’s of New York fame, who has been adding to the family laurels by conducting cabarets and tea dances of Broadway savor in the barracks. No. 207 13^th Street, was a moving spirit in the party, which will long be remembered. Even when the trenches yawn near at hand.

Decorations of the variety that smack of New Year’s Eve in the white light zone elicited exclamations of admiration from the company present. The chicken supper was complete in detail.

Among the entertainment features were Jazz Band numbers by Lieut. Friedlander and his “merry men” of the 306^th F.A.; comedy and songs by Privates McManus and McDermott of the same outfit; piano numbers by Sergt. Saltman of the 10^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade; songs by Sergt. Cregan of the 6^th Company, and ragtime numbers knocked out by the hands of Private Derkins of the 16^th Company.

A feature was the chanting of a song, “Goodbye, Boys; We’re Going to Georgie To-Morrow,” by the departing 3d Company.

NOVEMBER 19, 1917

French and British Heroes Loud in Their

Praise of Progress Made by Selective Service Soldiers

Veterans from Western Front Surprised at Readiness of Men Here to Receive Advanced Training

That Upton has emerged from the adolescent stage of a military camp’s life and is coming out into full adulthood is becoming more and more manifest with the presence here of French and British instructor-officers and the progress noted in the intensive training which their advent marks. Gas masks, trench training and bayonet drill are some of the things which spell advance toward the real fighting. The Allied experts are here to promote progress along these and other lines.

Expect Great Things.

Expecting to find raw civilian material as their unshaped clay, they have expressed astonishment at finding a camp of well-seasoned men firm in the rudiments of soldiering. Basing their opinion on what they have seen at Yaphank, the visiting fighters entertain great expectations of the American troops.

“Your men are no longer civilians at the end of only a few weeks’ training,” said one of the French officers. “The degree of advancement surprises us all. After this brief time in camp, here is an entire division ready to receive our instructions in the more complicated methods of fighting. If this is continued America will have a wonderful army.”

Upton is fortunate in having some of the best trained men in the world as conferres in developing a star division. Both the British and the French officers have seen heavy service and are equipped to an unsurpassed degree for their work of instructing officers and men. They have begun work on their programmes, which will be thorough in the extreme.

The British attaches include Major H. P. Atkins, scouting, observation and nipping expert; Major R. T. Hayward, machine gun expert; Capt. Brown, an expert in physical training and bayonet practice, and Capt. H. W. Haserick, a trench mortar expert. The non-commissioned officers are Sergt. Majors G. C. Convington, W. E. Davies, J.R. Stone and H. Bradbury.

All French Heroes.

All the French officers are men who have served since the beginning of the war in all the important operations on the western front. Capt. Raymond M. Thibaud, 20^th Artillery, who is a veteran of practically every battle his country has fought since August, 1914, will have charge of the artillery instruction. His three years have been rewarded with three Cross of War citations. Capt. Charles Nicot, who has made a reputation as a bomb thrower, has had four Cross of War citations.

The highly specialized instruction in automatic rifle work is in charge of Lieut. Pierre Geismar, 128^th French Infantry, holder of four citations for the Cross of War and one of the acknowledged machine gun experts of his army. Lieut. Gustave Deteutre of the 8^th Engineers is the liason expert. He also is a holder of the Cross of War. There are Sergt. Augustin Cougnenc of the 8^th Engineers, Sergt. Jean Ricat of the 1^st Light Field Artillery, Sergt. Andre Bouts of the 121^st Infantry, Sergt. Martin of the 7^th Engineers and Sergt. Camile Sauret of the 319^th Infantry.

DEDICATION WEDNESDAY.

With solemn high mass, at which six prelates will officiate, the Knights of Columbus’s splendid auditorium at Camp Upton will be dedicated Wednesday. The dedication will be followed by a reception and celebration.

FRENCH OFFICERS SERVING as INSTRUCTORS at CAMP UPTON..

Reading from left to right; Sergt. Jean Ricat, Sergt. Andre Bouts, Lieut. Pierre Gaismar, Lieut. Gustave Duteurtre, Capt. Raymond M. Thibaud, Sergt. Jean Martin, Capt. Charles Nicot, Sergt. Augustin Cougnenc and Sergt. Camille Sauret.

BROADWAY THEATRE GOERS TO LEARN WHAT A REAL SHOW LOOKS LIKE

Talented Soldiers From Camp Upton Will Stage Performances in Big Town on

Nov. 25 and Dec. 9 for Benefit of Gym and Theatre Funds.

Broadway’s calcium glare will bathe Camp Upton dramatic stars during the coming weeks, if plans now under way do not go awry and there is no reason to believe that they will.

Five hundred soldiers from here will give a show at the New York Hippodrome Dec. 9 to raise money for a new gymnasium. The production will show the life of a National Army man from the time he shucks his “cits” until he has become a bronzed training camp veteran. There will be two performances.

This appearance will be preceded by a debut and the honors for first heightening the glamour of New York’s Rialto will fall to the men of the 307^th Infantry who have secured permission from brigade and divisional headquarters for a benefit performance Nov. 25 at the Forty-fourth Street Theatre. The Regimental fun will receive the benefit, and a theatre is to be built in camp for the regiment, according to the plans of an executive board composed of representatives of each company.

Lieut. Everett A. Butterfield, who has appeared in “Johnnie Get Your Gun,” “Arms and the Girl,” and “The Misleading Lady” is manager of the entertainment planned in the big town. Capt, William D, Harrigan, well known in theatrical circles, is President of the Theatrical Board. Private H. H. Harris, nephew of Lew Fields, is Secretary and will have charge of providing the professional talent for the show.

The Twelfth Night Club, an organization of actresses, will sell the programmes. At the entertainment 200 men selected from the various companies in the regiment will provide an exhibition drill showing the degree of training attained by the Upton recruits.

A prominent place on the programme will be assigned the regimental hand, which has been making rapid strides under the direction of Olaf M. Nord, who has been selected to lead the first divisional concert in which all the eleven bands of camp will participate. Nord has had fifteen years of experience as band leader in the regular army, having been head of the Fifteenth Coast Artillery Band before coming here. Percy Grainger, famous pianist, was a private in that outfit. Among the members of the 307^th musicianly corps are Ernest Gentile, formerly trombonist in Sousa’s band; Louis Galeshekow, trumpet, recently of the Russian Symphony Orchestra; Jacob Hill, clarinet late of the Strand Theatre Orchestra, and Max Gilbert, recently manager of Benny Leonard, champion lightweight fighter, and James Lannig, experienced New York and Philadelphia bander, drum handler.

YAPHANKERS EAT ENOUGH PIE ON PAY DAY TO COVER ALL WAR AREAS

Pay Day might appropriately be renamed Pie Day at Upton, and lose none of its significance. The great United States Delicacy played almost as important a role in the fiscal landmark of last week as Liberty Loan bonds and soldiers’ insurance. It is estimated that the number of pies purchased at the post exchanges on the recent anniversary of Old Mr. Thirtyper, if placed rim to rim, would make an area large enough to fight out the present world war and still leave a territory large enough to include Rhode Island, Texas and Patchogue.

COL. ROOSEVELT PUTS IN BUST DAY AT YAPHANK

Makes Two Speeches, Scorching Pacifists, and Then Witnesses Artillery Drill.

Conscientious objectors, pacifists and advocates of peace without victory were unmercifully flayed by Col. Theodore Roosevelt in a rousing patriotic address before 3,500 officers and men who crowded into the new Y. M. C. A. auditorium on Upton Boulevard Sunday afternoon. Col. Frederick C. Doyle and Lieut. Col. Henry L. Stimson, former Secretary of War, represented the 305^th Field Artillery at the big meeting, while the 302d Engineers were represented by Col. C. O. Sherrill and other officers.

Major Gen. J. Franklin Bell, commanding Camp Upton, introduced Col. Roosevelt. The address stirred the officers and men to a high pitch of enthusiasm. Col. Roosevelt told the officers and men he envied them and would like to go “Over There” and do his bit with them. He advocated universal military training and expressed the hope that in the future all appointments to West Point and Annapolis would be made from the ranks of trained and experienced soldiers.

Following his address in the Y. M. C. A. auditorium, which ended with an ovation for Col. Roosevelt, he addressed the 367^th Regiment, colored, commanded by Col. James Moss, in the Knights of Columbus Hall, and later witnessed a competitive artillery drill by the 305^th Field Artillery.

GEN. BELL ACCEPTS FIRST “Y. W.” HOUSE

In accepting the first Young Women’s Christian Association Hostess House for Camp Upton, Major General Bell crystallized in words that sentiment of the 77^th Division towards this institution when he ranked it as one of the most important in camp, filling a peculiar need which has been keenly felt. He said that a place where all enlisted men could meet and entertain their feminine visitors would take a vital place in the service being rendered to the men by extra-government agencies.

This first Hostess House opened of the three to be located at Upton, has been delightfully characterized by the hundreds who have visited it as one of the two or three most beautiful places in the cantonment Broad verandas welcome the enlisted man’s guest, and the interior has the spacious weep of whole-hearted hospitality. A huge fireplace, comfortable wicker chairs, tasteful hangings and rugs, a cafeteria where lunches are served reasonably, children’s room and rest room are some of the features of this “Y. W.” House. Situated at Third Avenue and Sixth Street.

Mrs. Dave H. Morris, on the National War Work Council, Y. W. C. A., as the donor, presented the buildings soon to be in operation here. Miss Mary Dyer has charge of the cafeteria service of all the houses, and Mrs. Wheeler is the general business manager.

The hostess of the Third Avenue building is Mrs. George Pirnie, while Miss Ruth Ring, who has had charge of the Information Bureau in the Plattsburg Y. W. C. A. and will act in a like capacity there, and Miss Priscilla McClellan are members of staff.

PG. 2

“ The Thrill That Comes Once In A Lifetime”

WALKIN’ WITH YER BROTHER WHAT’S A SOJER RIGHT DOWN MAIN STREET PAST TH’ GANG EN’ TH’ GIRL AN’ EVERYTHING

Drawn Expressly for TRENCH AND CAMP BY WEBSTER

Ample Shipping In Sight To Maintain U.S. Oversea Forces

The question, “What grub are we going to get when we hit the trenches?” which thousands of American soldiers in cantonments over the entire country are asking on another, is a simple enough one to ask, but involved in its answer are problems which are vast and weighty.

Getting an army into action in Europe is simply the beginning of the game, as far as the American government is concerned in its relations with its fighting men. Once there, they must be maintained.

Food and equipment must be kept as the move so that the boys in khaki will be able to sustain the reputation for efficiency which the great Pershing organization has gained from the Allies. This maintenance totals about give tons per man per year. Every soldiers who arrives “Over There” is to be followed by five tons—ten thousand pounds—of upkeep, varying in shape and form from beans to bullets. The vital factor in getting this bulk across is ship tonnage. On October 1 there were available for Atlantic service, including German ships, approximately 3,000,000 tons, which means that at the rate of five tons to the man, an army of 600,000 could be maintained.

Of course this would be inadequate if it represented the only shipping resources with which Uncle Sam is to back up his expeditionary forces, but there is a total of 5,900,000 tons more either building or contracted for. The great bulk of this is expected to come in during 1918. It will not all be available in the twinkling of an eye, for providing ships is not done over night, nor is there any magic where-by ocean-going bottoms mat be whisked into being by the waving of a red, or of a sheet of paper with figured on it.

By June, however, there should be ready 3,000,000 tons, according to expert prognosticators. This, added to the 6,000,000 if tonnage which was available October 1, makes a total of 1,200,000 men, at the five-ton a man ratio.

This conclusion is safe, with these figured to build on, that shipping is in sight ample to maintain the forces abroad, and to give the men now in cantonments those necessaries of food and equipment which are so close t the lives of the soldiers.

As to the future, there will be 2,900,000 tons to come after June 1, when the maintainable force is 1,200,000. This additional tonnage will enable the support of reinforcements to the number of 580,000, making the total 1,780,000, which shipyards turning out standardized ships would be capable of an enormous output.

TRAINING WITH FRENCH GUNS

France has enough big guns to ship a few to the United States for the training of American soldiers in the handling of them. A number of French artillery officers and men are now in this country superintending the firing of the heavy ordnance and pieces of light caliber and also explaining the details and operations of the guns to American artillerymen.

As a result of the training the American gunners will be able to take their places on the firing line in French much sooner than if they were compelled to wait until they got “Over There” to learn how to handle of the French guns.

TOO HONEST

“Now, if, I haven’t left my purse under the pillow!” “Oh, well, your servant is honest, isn’t she?” “That’s just it. She’ll take it to my wife.”

ALSO GUM DROPS

“They’re making candy out of mucilage now.”

“What kind?”

“Stick candy.”

THEY’LL LIKE IT

Every soldier should remember that his family wants to ready everything obtainable about his life and activities. Send them Trench and Camp when you are through reading it.

WHAT HE PLANTED

“What did you plant in your vegetable garden this summer?”

“Oh, about the whole of my yearly income.”

PG. 3

News, Gossip and Gleanings the Folks Back at Home Would Like to Read.

COLONEL AVERILL AT 308^TH ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS TRACK CUP

Regiment Assists in Concert at Which $5,000 Is Raised for Auditorium

BY JAMES GRUNERY, SECTION P.

When Lieut. Barlett, the popular athletic officer of the 308^th decided to put on a regimental show at the Y.M.C.A., he looked around for an able Chairman for the Entertainment Committee. And he found one—Austin McClare of the Five Musical Maniacs, now in Headquarters Company of the 308^th—and the performance Austin put on was “some show.” In the first place of the 307^th Band under the able leadership of Band Master O. C. Miller furnished music of high order during the evening. The announcer of the evening was our fried the eccentric monologist, Dave Jones. His pack of telegrams from all over the world brought down the house.

During the entertainment Col. Averill om a congratulatory speech presented the cup won by the truck men of the 308^th in the cross country race.

Other features of the programme were the singing of the Camp Upton Quartette, “Knut” McManus, Walter Shirley, Henry Abrams, Patterson, Joe Termine, the ragtime Paganini, and old friend Shultz. A bout between Young Fulton and Pete Powers, refereed by Charlie Abrahams, added to the enthusiasm of the crowd and Will Reynolds and his little friend in their ventriloquistic act made a big hit.

The boys say it was the best show yet held in camp, and McClute is certainly to be praised for his work in connection with it, not the least part of which was the wat he rattled the ivories in accompanying many of the acts of the programme.

Community Chorus Raises $5,000

At the 71^st Regiment Army in New York last Sunday a bunch of the boys from the 308^th, Bandmaster Miller and his band and McClure at the piano, took part in a concert that Mr. Barnhart of the Community Chorus got up to help toward the fund for a monster auditorium for Camp Upton and its soldier singers. Gen. Bell made the address of the evening and was most enthusiastically received, the result of the evening being a subscription of $5,000.

Congratulations Again, Charlie.

Right on top of getting married, what do you think happens to Charlie Abrahams of the Machine Gun Battalion? Why the Government at Washington sent along a paper granting him a lieutenant’s commission with transfer to Mineola. Say, some people are born lucky! A swell little wife and a silver bar in the same month! Well, we’re mighty sorry to see you go, Charlie, but our best wishes are with you and we will be glad to salute you next time we meet.

BOXING AND JAZZ STRAINS, MINGLE IN “GET TOGETHER” OF HDQ. COMPANY, 306 F.A.

Real refreshments, high grade entertainment and splendid fellowship marked the first get together and smoker given by Headquarters Company, 306^th Field Artillery, in their barrack recently, with friends of the company as invited guests. The regimental jazz band bore off a large share of the honors of the programme, which follows:

Boxing exhibition between Private Glazer, the Bronx Knockout Kid, and Private Carter, the Hibernian Terror, suddenly terminating in the second stanza, when the Terror is reported as having misplaced a set of false teeth; cornet solo by Bandmaster Schratenbach, assisted by Privates Schmidt, Hueglin and Latainer; mellow tenor selections from the golden-throated Private Rudolphi; boxing exhibition between Private J. Murray and Private Gray, ending at the end of the second round when Private Murray had stored up a sufficiency of his antagonist’s wallops; banjo-mandolin tickling by Private Allegero; stellar three-round boxing bout between Sergt. Whitridge, 116 pounds, and Corpl. Bartenak, at 116 ¼, with honors even at the finish; vocal selections, Private Lombardi; cornet selections of old-time melodies by Private Latainer, assisted by the audience; novelty. Private McCarren; jazz band, numbers.

Lieut. Lawrence, ably assisted by 1^st Sergt. Christgau, Sergt. Notley and Provates Mendel, Econopulos and Valli, supervised the affair.

Impressions

Don’t Grumble

(By Eugene Greenhut, 23^rd Company, 152d Depot Brigade.)

Do you remember the day you were as sore as a newly inoculated arm! The day you paraded a face as long as your first “man” trousers and you were aching to get into some kind of a scrap so that you could take it out of somebody’s hide!

You know—the day you asked for a leave of absence and could not get it because the list teas made up before they could get to you, and they tapped it off with kitchen duty because so-few men stayed in camp.

That was the day when you didn’t get even a postal from anybody—the day it seemed that everything and everybody were conspiring to make life miserable for you.

Felt pretty blue, down-in-the-mouth, didn’t you!

Yet you should have felt cheerful—thankful, in fact!

Sounds foolish? Listen.

Anybody can be cheerful and happy and singing when everything is just right.

But the man who can smile when all is going wrong has earned his right to existence and his place on this earth. He is bigger than men or nations. His has reached the top.

And he can smile because he realizes that with every cloud comes a silver lining, with every rain, the sunshine, with every care, a joy.

So he has learned to be thankful for all the ills, pains, adversities, trials and tribulations. Because each time he overcomes an obstacle he has one less to overcome in his fight to reach the top. The sooner he has his troubles, the less he has in store.

And that’s the whole story.

If you want the worth while things you have to fight for them. If you want the gold you must dig—if you want the pearls you must dive.

You get nothing for nothing.

So make up your mind, if you want to get there, that you have to cut your own way and blaze your own trail. And while you are cutting and blazing don’t grumble.

CHAIN OF EIGHT Y’S AROUND CAMP IS NOW COMPLETE WITH L OPEN

Green Hut on 19^th Street Last to Fling Open Its Portals.

The chain of Y’s around the U is now complete, speaking alphabetically. Which is to say that the service huts of the Y. M. C. A. are all open and doing business, since the move this last week which threw wide the doors of the last green building to open in Upton, the one on 19^th Street, in the L. section. L. P. Lindsay and his staff who have been holding forth in the J. building, 2^nd Avenue and 14^th Street. Have taken charge of this last Y station, while their former outpost is manned by what is known “back home” as the Bedford Staff.

Frederick R. Starkey, building secretary, is religious work director of the Bedford branch. Brooklyn, having with him Frank W. Murtfeldt, religious secretary and Richard W. Strong jr., physical work, late confreres in Brooklyn. Messrs. Alyea, De Mond and Taylor have charge of social, educational and equipment branches respectively in Mr. Starkey’s building.

The L hut will serve the First Provisional Supply Regiment, 152d Depot Brigade and flung its portals with a local entertainment, including some interesting boxing bouts, Mike Pastor opposing Young Ketchell for three rounds and “Krazy” Katz sparring opposite Paul Mahier. Dan Caslar had charge of the musical features and proved his usual versatile self.

With the last emerald-hued structures doing business, the Y. M. C. A. has eight service huts in operation here, beside the administration building, on Upton Boulevard, and next to it the auditorium, about completed. The huts are at Fifth Avenue and Fourth Street, Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street, Fifth Avenue and Fourteenth, Second and Eleventh (colored) and Second and Fourth.

THEY’RE FULL OF PEP.

Lieuts. Freeman, Saville, Carison and Gillette don’t somehow seem satisfied with life useless they can get some poor, deluded enlisted men to play against them at basketball or football, and, oh, my! How they do like to hit the line. Even in a little friendly game of soccer they can start more roughhouse than Irish wakes are supposed to furnish.

Private Otto Barlett, who resides at Freeport, invited his bunkie, John Donovan, who hails from Boston, to visit with him at his home in Freeport last weekend. They arrived there and a had a good time, but when they were ready to depart they were help up by the civic authorities and told they were under quarantine because of the fact that the younger sister of Otto was suffering from measles. This meant two days extra pass to the boys, but when they were finally pronounced perfectly sanitary, they were allowed to depart for Camp Upon. When they arrived at their barrack they were again placed in quarantine in one corner of the barrack, where the other boys of the A Company, 302d Field Signal Battalion amused themselves by hanging up festoons of signs, red flags and banners and by roping off the quarantined area.

RAPID ELEVATION.

Private E. C. Hess of Company A, Signal Corps, wore a pair of leather puttees and a garrison cap when on pass the other day. Hopping off the train at 2 A. M. Monday, he was accosted by a rookie who offered to carry his bag, thinking he was a “shave tail.” Hess very graciously permitted him to do so, but he kept on the dark side of the road all the way up to camp. Later the rookie said to a pal, “Gee, I thought that guy was a lieutenant, but he told me he was a major.” The modesty of some of these high privates in the rear rank is beyond comprehension.

ILLUSTRATED LECTURE.

The direction surgeon has a couple of men of the 305^th Ambulance Corps, Tim Bulger and Tommy Atkins, the latter being so nicknamed—his, real surname being Atcheson—because of having seen service with the English troops, in the Upper “J” Y. M. C. A. working a stereopticon lecture machine.

“Does it take two of you goofs to run that little machine?” Time was asked by an inquisitive sergeant.

“You see. I’m the mechanic and Tommy’s the awful example.”

“THIRSTY-FIRST” REGIMENT.

Lieut. H. L. Rau of the Veterinary Corps in the casual barracks in the “K” section had a rather busy time with some of his men returned from furlough. He had a hunch that there was a little “snake bite” somewhere in the outfit, and finally discovered a half-pint neatly concealed in a hollow loaf of bread which one of the guilty ones had brought into camp with him. Observing that the man who could think out a scheme like that deserved a drink, the Lieutenant also added a little remark about the “thirty-first,” or “thirsty-first,” being a suitable name for that company.

GOT THE “GIMMIES”.

Private Paddy Kirrane, whose real front name is Jimmy, for which reason he is called Paddy, is suffering from that peculiar malady known as the “gimmies.” It has a peculiar effect on a victim who has suffered as long as Paddy. He starts early in the morning with, “Gimmie a cigarette,” “Gimmie a match,” “Gimmie a stick of gum.” He keeps it up at meal times, when he says, “Gimmie some seconds,” and in the evening games of five hundred he still uses the expression, “Gimmie three.”

NO POPULATION HERE.

Private Dutch Bernasch of the 305^th Ambulance Corps was asked if he wanted to make an allotment on his pay or to take out any Government insurance. “No,” was the reply, “I no need; I ain’t got no populations in dis country.”

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT.

Company B, Signal Corps, Has one of the liveliest crowds in camp. They were sing a joist of wood to pry up a root on the parade ground the other day, and Fatty Nilan, the famous fullback, was perched on the end of the lever to get an extra purchase. Corp. Hammel was standing directly under the end of the lever where something slipped, and the lever and Fatty hit him home to the barrack and look for another gang foreman.

HOW DOES HE DO IT?

The boys want to know how Sergt. Faraon manages to buy $8 hats, silk underwear and Russian leather puttees and belt on the eighteen per, which is about what a sergeant gets on the new scale of pay minus allotment and insurance.

GOOD LUCK “GRUN.”

Private Grundstadter is going to Fort Monroe to try for a commission. We wish him the best of luck. He is a graduate of the City College of New York.

“CHICKEN POLICS.”

There was a certain recruit of Pelish extraction who was given a little hitch of kitchen police. When asked by a non-com why he didn’t fall out for drill, he replied, “No can drill. Me going on the chicken police.”

BATTERY C WINS.

A large and enthusiastic crowd of soldiers saw Battery C. and Battery F. 306^th F.A., battle to a scoreless tie on the soccer field. The C baseball nine, however, got a 11 to 2 decision over the F team. Lieut. Bomeilser, smiled during the soccer game, but was not so tickled with the outcomes of the baseball contest.

Address by D. Fulton

Sunday night, following a very “peppy” sing-song, Dr. Charles W. Fulton of Pittsburgh gave the boys in the C Section a corking evangelistic address. Dr. Fulton is one of a number of prominent ministers who have taken short leave of absence to do this kind of work for the boys.

CO. A, 305^TH INFANTRY NOTES

Company A is strong for the ladies and voted solidly for Woman Suffrage. There were a few antis, bit even the most rabid ones such as Sergt. Harris, Private Chapin, Coulton, Gethin and Horowitzm were easily converted to the cause by Private Mullett.

“Improvise” is the slogan of Lieut. O’Connor, regimental physician. Company A is profiting by his reaching. One night last week Battalion Statistician Lieberman was entertaining the company by playing selections from Tschalkowsky on his soulful violin, little dreaming that unfair competition would soon put him out og business. Like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky appeared in another corner of the barrack Private Chapin, the corporal of the safety razor guard, who had suddenly improvised a complete Jazz band out of his mess lot and a slice of stovepipe. The company “fell in” around him in less than the twenty-seven second record, and he sang new song upon new song.

The following words of thanks were sent to the Army Y. M. C. A. in Camp Upton: “On behalf of the members of Company A. 305^th Infantry, I wish to extend the deepest appreciations for the useful gift in the form of the graphophone. It has already given us many a pleasant moment and will ever be a source of deep enjoyment. I will ask the Y. M. C. A. to see that this brief note reaches the proper party, M. K. HARRIS. Sergeant Company A. 305^th Infantry.”

PG. 4

TRENCH AND CAMP

TRENCH AND CAMP

Published weekly at the National cantonments for the soldiers of the United States

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Distributed free to the soldiers in the National cantonment.

THE TRIANGLES OF THE WAR

They have figured again and again in the war—those great triangles of forest and stream and rolling plains and rivers, where armies have found shelter or met disaster.

First was the triangle of the Sambre and Meuse, with Namur at its apex and Charleroi on its northern face—a bloody but a glorious triangle, into which the French rushed to aid the Belgians in the first days of the war, and from which battered and undismayed, they retreated toward the Argonne and Verdun.

Then came the triangle of the San and the Vistula, where the Austrians rallied after first thrust against Lublin in August 1914. To the sides of that triangle came the regiments of Brusiloff and Ruszky, fired with a new dream of Russian Idealism. They forced the crossing of the San and they swept down the banks of the of the Vistula, until the routed Austrians had to glee to Przemysl, where a little more than five months after they had to surrender to the Russians.

The next was the historic triangle formed by the Vistula and the Carpathians, with the river Dunajek as its base and storied old Cracow at its apex. Into this, as into the San-Vistula triangle, broke Ruszky like a bold from the east—crushing his way westward, ever westward, until his glank was threatened. And then by a movement as sudden as magnificent, he turned to face the threat of Boehm-Ermolli and, in the memorable Christians battle of 1914, he restored his menaced front in new and more majestic strength. Months passed. Mackensen. The Russian caissons were empty. The Russian cartridge-clips were bare. The order to retreat had to be given. Back across the ridges they had triumphantly stormed the Russians had to withdraw, while infantry regiments were sacrificed that field-guns might be saved and divisions were slaughtered that the precious siege-train might be kept intact.

On far-flung lines there were for a year or more a few triangles such as these. It was the day of trench warfare, with all that sinister term has come to mean in vigil and in anguish. But under the steady pounding of the Allied guns, that mighty field-fortress between Peronne and Bapaume began to crumble. With it the Noyon salient was shaken. Then through wasted vineyards and ravished villages, the French pursued into a new and still more glorious triangle—that between the Oise and the Aisne, with Soissions at its apex and Laon and Rheims as the angles of the base. An historic triangle this was. Not only were its cities famed in the history of France; but likewise across its ridges, centuries and centuries ago, the Roman legionaries had marched. After them, comrades-in-valor despite the lapse of ages, the soldiers of Napoleon had tramped in the last campaign to save Paris. In this triangle were For Conde, the rive Ailette, the forest of Gobain, the forest of Couchy and the Chemin des Dames, truly names with which to conjure. One after another of these have fallen to the French. From one vantage-point after another the Germans have been driven. Today, the French command the Chemin des Dames and are looking up the forest-road to Laon, the foundation-stone of the old Hindenburg line.

Sambre and Meuse, Vistula and San, Carpathians and Vistula, Oise and Aisne—these are greater triangles. But there is one greater, allied, though different. It is the Red Triangle, whose base rests at the farthest camp on the Pacific coast, sweeps across America, spans the sea, crosses France, brightens the prison camps of Germany and ends only where the youth of Russia is being mobilized for future struggle. The western face of that triangle crosses the mobilization camps of the Southern and Eastern States and stretches away to Egypt, where Britons and colonials guard that artery of empire, the Suez Canal. The eastern face, linked with the base-line in Russia, crossed the fields f shattered Rumania, covers the Serbs on their vigil at Monastir and, like the other, ends only with the seas that limit the march of the enemy.

It is a wide, wide triangle, is this red emblem of the war service of the Y. M. C. A. It is wide in influence, wide in tolerance, wide, we trust, in service. It must be made as strong as it is wide. IT must give to every mind in the ranks that which he can get in no other way. It must nor fail to aid the Russian, even as it is aiding us in the cantonments of America. It can only be made as strong as it is wide through the support of the soldiers’ friends. That is why Trench and Camp—which makes no appeal for itself and champions no special philanthropy—believes that the readers of this paper will want their fiends to know that the war council needs money and that this money will go to the soldiers. If you have friends at home, and if you have been helped by the Y. M. C. A., let those friends know it, that they may help that which helps you. That is all Trench and Camp asks.

They have a saying, in France, that the Red Triangle is the “last sign the soldier sees that anybody cares.” Make it the surest sign!

PLAY THE GAME

B H. Addington Bruce.

Matthewson, Bender, Plank, and Walsh.

You have all heard these names, and many times. You are familiar with them as the names of four of the greatest pitchers that our national game has produced.

Perhaps you have seen one or all of these fine ball-players in action. If so, you will be carrying with you some extremely pleasant memories.

And some memories that today ought to be of special significance to you.

You will remember that their skill was equaled by their pluck. No matter what the score might be against them they kept pitching bravely will the call of the last. “He’s out.”

You will remember that, in pitching, they used their minds as well as their muscles. They were masters of strategy no less than masters of the art of throwing curves. Best of all, you will remember, they were four of the cleanest pitchers that batters ever faced.

Others might abuse umpires. These four did not. If unjust decisions were made against them, they help tempers and tongues in leash.

On the diamond, as well as off, they despised foul tactics. They were keen but they were no crooked. When luck did not break their wat, they simply smiled and went on pitching.

They would win fairly, or not at all. Mostly they won. They won so often that they will forever hold a foremost place in baseball’s hall of fame.

As these four played baseball, so, boys, should you play the infinitely bigger game for which you are now in training. You will be up against a rowdy team—the rowdiest, dirtiest, meanest gang of thugs that ever tried to win anything.

Don’t imitate their tactics when you come to grips with them.

You won’t better your chances of winning if you do imitate them. And even should you win by foul play, you will sink so low in the world’s esteem, and in your own, that you will be ashamed of yourselves and the rest of your lives.

Remember Matthewson, Bender, Plank, and Walsh when you get into the trenches, when you pursue the flying foe.

Hit hard but hit fair. If you get a set-back, take it with a grin. Think of the folks at home who will be watching you. Picture them to yourselves as one hundred million “fans,” eagle-eyed for every move you make.

You want to win for their sakes as for your own. And you want to wind in a way that will make them feel really proud of you.

You want to win for their sakes as for your own. And you want to win in a wat that will make them feel really proud of you.

So lay the war game with all your might and main. AND PLAY IT CLEAN.

SHE SLIPPED A COG.

Nurse (to badly wounded soldiers who have complained of their food)—You men don’t seem to know there’s a war on—London Opinion.

There is the fellow in every camp who generates noise. He might be a useful bit of camouflage at certain times, say when we get in the trenches and we want to make the German think we have twice as much heavy artillery as we have. Then he might be set to making noise, and the Boches would flee before the air-splitting racket he could work up.

Unfortunately, though, his noise-making abilities are always shown at the wrong time. He comes busting up to you when you’re sitting quietly trying to compose the Most Important letters. He makes a boom with his service shoes like a hundred carpenters’ hammers. He walks with a sort of shuffling band that chases ideas of your head like British 40’s scattering Huns.

His feet are only a small part of him. His mouth is the min works, the fountain head of all his peskiness. It begins firing without taking into account the whites of the enemy’s eyes, or anything else. It runs off like water out of a sieve. It chatters and bleats and bores. It emits curses, foolishness and nonsense. It saws and rasps, heckles and aggravates. It knows neither times not seasons. It starts going when everyone else in the barracks or the tent has drawn the curtains of repose. It giggles and gargles and slops over. He doesn’t realize that heavy objects can be handled without being dropped and rattled around. His mess kit when he gets his hands on it sounds like cow bells at a football game or rattlers on election night. In fact, this fellow reminds one of election night or an old fashioned Fourth of July. He rackets while you’re trying to sleep, bangs when you’re trying to read and explodes when you’re wanting just a minute of calm repose to rest your nerves.

When a concert is on in the Y. M. C. A. hut he gets up in the middle of a number and drags his studded boots over the wooden floor, drowning out the music. He never heard of tiptoes or a soft pedal. He lives in that style characterized musically as fortissimo. Some day he may be quieted, but until that millennium, he is the Human Racket in O. D.

The Rejected

It gives my soul a wrench, that I can’t join the boys, and excavate a trench, and make a war-like noise. I stick to my abode and do my daily grind, because I’m pigeon toed, knock-kneed and color blind. For me no hero’s wreath, no gariands or applause, because I’ve store made teeth, swayed back and lumpy jaws. I see the boys go by, with buoyant step and free, and shed a weary sigh—the march is not for me. I may not hear the drums, or join the gallant charge, because I’ve shriveled gums, because my waistline’s large. Ah, well, a gent can do his little stunt at home, if he can’t pot a few beyond the raging foam. By humping all the day, and buckling down like wax, methinks that I can pay each added wartime tax. By helping liquidate our Uncle’s grievous bills, I’ll keep my record straight, though shy of martial thrills. I’ll pay up like a guy who wants to do his share; so when they boys go by, I’ll get no story stare. I cannot pack a gun, or wield a snicker-snee, because I weigh a ton, and have the housemaid’s knee; I’m troubled with the gout and falling of the hair, but that won’t let me out—I still can do my share.—Walt Mason.

(Copyright by George Matthew Adama)

Warning Sounded Against Racial Trouble in Camps

Warnings have been issued by military men and editors throughout the country that German agitators doubtless will make every effort they can to foment trouble between the white members of the National Army and the colored selectives who have reported at the cantonments. Any racial antagonism that may develop will weaken the American fighting forces and be made the basis for newspaper stories in Germany that this country is not united.

“It is of the greatest importance that no see of discord be sowed either now or later,” says one newspaper.

The colored men called to the National Army made most admirable showings when they paraded preparatory to entraining for camp and those already in the cantonments are making good as soldiers. Ultimately the colored men will be organized in one division, but for training purposes they will be scattered throughout the various cantonments in regimental ad brigade units.

For the first time in the history of the American Army the colored soldiers will be officered by members of their own race, except for the highest commands. There are now 678 negro commissioned officers in the army, all of whom graduated from the training camp especially established for them.

GRAND OPERA FOR SOLDIERS

When American soldiers can’t go to the opera, the opera must come to them and some of the very opera singers of France have lately sung for a thousand American artillerymen at the Y. M. C. A. tent in one of the American training areas.

PG. 6

“Every Man in Some Sport” Is Upton’s Athletic Slogan

Athletic Directors All Work Together On Big Programme

Splendid Co-operation Evidenced, and Smooth Running Organization Is Accomplishing Results—Inter-Regimental and Inter-Company Schedules Arranged

Upton is bristling with athletic activities at all points, and from every indication will continue to be in that condition. The slogan of the camp athletic directors, who are working together in perfect smoothness and harmony in furthering the interests of a broad programme, is “Every man in camp a participant in some branch of sport.” From the reports of those who are working out the endeavor, as Y.M.C.A. physical directors on the various huts and as company and regimental athletic officers, the aim summed up on those magic words is being realized to an astonishing degree.

Enthusiastic word has come to B. F. Bryant, Camp Physical Director of Y. M. C. A., and Frank Glick, Divisional Athletic Director, indicating that he company organization of games, which has been stressed, is working out into all branches of sport with encouraging results. To further this intensive company work the physical director of each Y. M. C. A. keeps in touch with the company athletic director, consulting him on the needs of his men and wats in which he can help. In one section, for instance, committees have been formed in each company on particular branches of sport and this will be done over the entire camp in the near future. Inter-company schedules for soccer and basketball are being played, and the daily programme includes dozens of contests. Quoits, volley-ball and playground, or “indoor” baseball, are other forms of activity in which the Yaphanker is becoming skillful by much practice.

Co-operation Here Is Strong.

One of the aspects of Upton athletics which might easily become a matter, for self-congratulations is the hearty and complete co-operation which exists among all the agencies working for the athletic interests of the men. Director Bryant has as his large task particularly the promotion of the programme of that organization, which is worked out through the secretaries in charge of physical work in each hut. They handle the promotion of a plan agreed upon in conference every Saturday morning, and are allowed liberal play for their own initiative in meeting specific problems and conditions in their sections. Each physical director is responsible for visiting the barracks and consulting with the company athletic officer.

Mr. Bryant is a member of the divisional athletic council and co-operates in the drawing up of inter-regimental schedules, having been instrumental in whipping into shape the football schedule running to Dec. 12. With Frank Glick, divisional athletic representative and civilian aid to Major gen. Bell, there is the most cordial co-operation, and his work intermingles with Mr. Bryant’s in a manner conducive to the largest results.

The physical work in camp heads up in the regimental organizations. The company physical directors come in contact with and work through the regimental athletic officer. The programme of inter-regimental contests is handled by a inter-regimental athletic conference, in which Mr. Bryant and Mr. Glick are counsel for the interests they represent. Already the plan of activity for the 77^th Division has made such satisfactory progress that it is safe to anticipate the realization of the desire that every Upton man be a soldier-athlete.

Boxing is one of the forms of sport being extensively encouraged, and bouts are numerous and interesting. There is some planning for winter sports, but as yet nothing definite has been done. There have been a number of requests for hockey, and in all probability arrangements will be made whereby the men can use the many ponds and lakes in the vicinity of the camp, which make splendid ice surfaces.

After one of the recent deluges a Lieutenant met a member of his company standing on the barracks steps, hesitating. “What’s the matter?” queried the officer. “Nothing, I’m just waiting for the tide to go out so I can cross the street.”

Champion Fighter Coming Here This Week

(Image of Benny Leonard by WORLD STAFF PHOTOGRAPHER)

Benny Leonard world champion light weight first artist, whose official appointment as boxing instructor at Camp Upton is being awaited from the War Department, will try and demonstrate the connection between the sport as he so nobly exemplifies and the soldierly self-defense game—bayonet wielding.

He is to appear at the barracks of the 5^th Company 152d Depot Brigade, one night this week in a sparring exhibition with Private McCarthy of that outfit, who has acted as instructor in Muldoon’s place, New York. Benny will give a talk to the men on the science of boxing, connecting his remarks with a bayonet talk by Capt. R. C. Fowler of the 5^th Company.

As assistant o Major Keeler in bayonet tactics at Plattsburg, Capt. Fowler demonstrated his grasp of bayonet work, and he has been instructing his me in its use. This is very closely related to the self-defense which boxing teaches, and Leonard’s talk is expected to help in grounding the men in a knowledge of bayonet manipulation. He will lecture on the scientific movements in boxing, the co-ordination of eye and brain, and of both these with foot shifts.

Capt. Fowler is responsible for the champion’s appearance as associate professor of bayonet work. He places determination at the top of the list of those things which a successful bayonetist must have, and points out that with a determination to use the weapon and a knowledge of the science which underlies its handling, the men here can be developed into formidable opponents to the boche.

TO PUT PEP IN ATHLETICS.

The boom of the field artillery will be heard resounding triumphantly across the athletic fields in Upton, according to James Clark, athletic director in the M-section, the haunt of the camp’s gunners-to-be.

Plans are under way for the formations of teams in the various branches if sport, and Director Clark is very much elated over the prospects in store for the men with whom he is working. Among the hustlers for athletics in the shrapnel division are Lieut. Sam Reid jr. and Lieut. Thomas, both of the 306^th F. A.

MANY “OLD-TIMERS” FOUND IN HEADQUARTERS COMPANY, 304^TH F. A.

“The snappiest company in the snappiest regiment of the Division” is the sobriquet Headquarters Company of the 304^th Field Artillery have set out to win for themselves, and under the leadership of Capt. Henry M. Kemphner they are in a fair way to achieve success in their undertaking. The number of “Old-Timers” assisting Capt. Kemphner is remarkably large, comprising as it does the following men who have seen previous service:

Sergt. Major Bernier, four years in the U. S. Marine Corps and another “hitch” in the Coast Artillery. First Sergt. Wenzel, who has a total of about ten years service in the U. S. Cavalry and Field Artillery and who was a member of the “crack” organization stationed at West Point; Stable Sergt. Merriman, who has served three tears in the Cavalry; Sergt. Difate, two years in the Field Artillery; Sergt. Cote, a 7^th Regiment man and an attendant of the Plattsburg school and a border “veteran”; Sergt. Meldrum and Hochstadter, both of whom attended the Plattsburg O. T. C.; Sergt. Zeller, another border “veteran” and a former member of Brooklyn; Sergt. Kimball, a graduate of the Princeton O. T. C.; Sergt. Palmer, who has had a varied military career.

Engineers Tighten Lead in Football Struggle at Upton

Gridironers Who Represent the 302 D Continue to Humble Rivals—Great Crowds See Games—Bands and Snake Dance Are Side Attractions.

Regimental Football Standing

To Friday, Nov. 9.

Won.

Lost.

P.C.

302d Engineers

3

0

1.000

305th Infantry

1

0

1.000

306^th Infantry

3

1

.750

307^th Infantry

0

2

.000

Machine Gun

0

2

.000

308^th Infantry

0

1

.000

302 Supply Train

0

1

.000

The last report from the football front by Trench and Camp’s special correspondent indicates that general advances have been made in all sectors by the 302d Engineers. Using a heavy barrage fire, backed by continuous drum fire from well placed heavy field pieces, these future sappers and railroad builders have advanced with shouts and yells of victory over the shell-torn portion of No Man’s Land at Smith’s field and have gone over the top with honor and credit to their country and families.

The machine gunners used all their rapid-fire well, but were unable to stop the Engineer’s advance and were defeated 19-0. First position for the present is thus clinched more tightly by the Engineers.

Their closest rivals thus far are the moleskin wearers from the 306^th Infantry Regiment, who worsted their comrade rifle manipulators in the 308^th Regiment by a score of 20 to 0. The 306^th boys are crowding closely on the Engineers’ heels and vow that they will fight them out on the five-yard line if it takes all winter.

That Upton has given itself over to the great American College game is sure. The enthusiasm shown at the games during the past fortnight would make the vociferous rivalry of the two colleges seem like the cries of a deaf and dumb asylum. Huge crowds have turned out to view the contests which have been put on at Smith’s Field, and the cleared space between the 305^th Infantry and 302d Supply Train, the infantrymen marching 900 strong in military formation with their band clear across the camo to see their mates down the supply outfit.

The game between the 307^th and 306^th Infantry was a hard-fought affair, in which the latter came off victor, 16 to 6.

EXCITING BOUTS STAGED IN C SECTION ARENA.

Followers of the fistic sport had a feast recently in the C section of the Y. M. C. A. hut. Besides rattling good bouts between Jack Hyan and Hanson, and Toohey and Dunne, and some good wrestling work by Gotham of the 306^th Infantry, there was a real battle between Young Fulton of New York and Jack Tiplitz, the amateur welterweight champion, Sergt. Harold A. Leschinsky of C Company, 306^th Infantry, is managing for Young Fulton, and Sergt. Bob Murray of the same company is dating the honor for Tiplitz. Both boxers grace the muster role of Company C.

Fulton’s friends will be interested to know that on Nov. 19 he will meet Willie Jackson of New York at Hunt’s Point Palace. His end of the purse will be donated to the Arm Athletic Fund. Fulton’s manager, Sergt. Leschinsky, is anxious to arrange bouts with any men in Camp Upton, the proceeds to be given to the Army Athletic Fund.

A LIVE SERGEANT.

When Sergt. McGuire of the 12^th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, joined the army, the word lost a good salesman or a born section boss on an excavation jib. He is seen in the barrack or on the parade ground with a pick and shovel in one hand and a Liberty bond in the other, and he never runs across a rookie without persuading him to either dig ditch or put some money in the bank. Keep up the good work, Sergt.

Army Life Is Not All Song and Dance, but Upton Has a Full Share.

“MOVIES” FOLLOWING INTO ARMY POPULAR FORM OF DIVERSION

Officers Give Men Fine Entertainments—Other Pert Notes.

BY RALPH WALKER, Section C

The advent of real movies stirred up a lot of enthusiasm among the boys. The short leaves of absence give but little time for anything but visiting among the home folks, and, now that the Y. M. C. A., programme has brought right down to camp one of the favorite evening diversions of the old civilian life, enjoyment and appreciation are rife among these good fellows of the Field Hospital Corps, Ambulance Companies, Q. M. C.’s, Engineers and out other outfits. Marguerite Clark delighted the crowd in “The Goose Girl” and an evening of Vitagraph comedies were a genuine treat.

That all-around man, L. D. Riley of the 306^th H. F., again proved his versatility by acting as operator, ad although he worked with a brand-new machine that needed a heap of adjusting he still managed to put across a performance that was free from interruptions.

Capt. Hooke Popular

Many of the officers in our section are making a place for themselves in the respect and esteem of their men by looking out for the latter’s comfort and pleasure. Conspicuously successful in this bully good kind of undertaking is Capt. Hooke of the Q. M. C. Through the generosity a piano has been installed in the mess hall. The Y. M. C. A. has contributed a phonograph, and the captain, with the assistance of his lieutenants, has staged several fine entertainments with prominent professionals, members of the Lambs Club of New York City. The company itself can boast of some good talent. Theodore Arnold is all three when it comes to handling a violin, nearly wearing out his elbow last Sunday as he fiddled for at least six hours in succession. Arnold was ably accompanied by Charlie Covert of the 306^th Field Hospital. Covert is a professional theatre pianist and has led some large professional orchestras in the metropolis.

This same Q. M. C. company is favored by the faithful services of one of the most proficient and best-natured barbers in camp, Jon d’Ambrosio. In adition to his tonsorial accomplishments, Jow is a performer on the clarinet and is enthusiastically pushing the organization of an orchestra. Here’s hoping you succeed, Joe.

Kelly to Perform.

Private Kelly of the 306^th Ambulance Company, is gifted as a singer and pianist. Kelly studied for some months with a prominent voice teacher in New York, and has promised us a short programme very soon.

Organizing String Trio.

We also will soon have the privilege of hearing a string trio which is being organized and rehearsed by Carleton F. Fry of Company K, 307^th Infantry. Fry is an accomplished artist on the violin-cello, and has had engagements in the orchestras of the finest hotels in the country. He has played the last four seasons at the Fort William Henry Hotel on Lake George. Fry will be assisted by Joseph Wynne of the 302d Engineers, Company A, who has had much experience.