MAY 6. 1918

Rookies Fall Into Arms of Depot Brigade—Musical Celebrities.

The joys of playing at stump, the ecstasy of filling the bed-sac with sweet-scented, new – mown hay (“barbed straw,” in the vernacular), the romantic excitements of standing in line with the bran-new aluminum's for the chow, the pride in possessing callouses on the right and the left (make “hand” or “foot” to suit your case), the joy of being urged gently from sleep in the A. M. by the dulcet Sarge's whistle, the exaltation which comes with the Perfect Thirty- Six O. D.'s—and add to the catalogue ad lib. When that sentence was first given to the original blue-print, the idea—if such there be—was that the new men are tasting the delights of army life.

Nine thousand one hundred and seven of them have passed through those taut Last Moments when the band played “The Star-Spangled Banner” at Jamaica, have been warned against the needle and have learned the difference between a second lieutenant and a first Sgt. As usual, the depot brigade stretched out its worn and weary arms to receive them, and they have haltingly lisped those syllables--”Dep-ot Brig-ade”--when writing home, with trustful boyish pride at belonging to the army. They were mustered in at the rate of 1600 a day. 200 extra clerks assisted the personnel officer, Capt. W. E. Hoyer.

A run seems to be among the musical clan. Two musical cities and an internationally known song writer are among the recruits. B. B. & G. G. are four initials that sum of the casualties in music criticdom by the advent of the pair of listeners who will now have a chance to compare the technique burglar with the art of Massenet and Moussorgsky. B.Bowne was on the staff of Musical America before receiving his call, and Gilbert Gabriel was the musical critic for the Evening Sun.

Another name among the arrivals that stirs the bosom of every O. D. wearer is Irving Berlin. It hadn't been definitely ascertained whether Upton had taken Berlin, but he's among those scheduled to arrive. His compositions were legion, and many of them are on pianos as far West as Cataline Island. They have chanted his lays in Michigan and hummed them in Mississippi with equal ardor. It is rumored that Mr. Berlin is to get color while here for a soldier musical comedy hes planing to have in notes. The company that finally lands him will be fortunate, as Ralph has remarked, for it will not have to undergo even an ocean voyage to take Berlin.

BUFFALOES' PLAYHOUSE GROWS IN POPUARITY.

The big auditorium of the Buffalo Regiment on Third Avenue, near Upton Blvd, is steadily waxing in the popular favor of officers and men here. Every evening sees the big building well filled, and when a special feature is billed there is hardly standing room. White soldiers as well as colored patronize the popular Buffalo Playhouse in large numbers and some nights the proportion leans strongly in favor o the blond persuasion. Pictures are changed nightly, and they're all big timers. The vaudeville, averaging three acts, is professional and is new twice a week. One of the unique things about the Buffaloes' theatre is the refreshment stand, which is liberally patronized, and the sawdust ring and a couple of elephants are all needed to complete an illusion of a circus when pop bottles, candy, and other sundries are glimpsed in the hands of the soldiers.

367^th MECHANIC-TEACHER.

The 367^th Infantry is proud of Mechanic Saxton, Company D, who gives up six hours of his free time each week to teach his brothers how to read, write, and do “rithmetic in the English classes, part of the Y.M.C.A. educational work.

YAPHANK

BY PVT. LOU SCHEINMAN

SKETCHES BY PVT JACK D. KELLY

Oh, its great to live at Yaphank and be a soldier brave,

and come home every week-end and have the ladies rave;

Oh its fine to be a hero and with slashing bayonets

Charge at swinging dummies like war-wise Verdun vets;

Oh, it's swell to eat your chow and slum and sleep on perfumed straw,

And scrub a thousand feet of floor till your brawny paw grows raw;

Oh, we're just in love with “stumping” and we're mad about our job,

And when it comes to K. Police with joy we sit and sob.

But what in—do we care if we soil our lily skin,

Or ruin a perfect trouser crease or slam our swelled-head slim;

We've got a job before us across the salty seas;

So we think we'll keep on plugging like blooming buzzing bees.

With a hitching of our breeches and a swelling out of chest,

We're going to do some licking and we'll lick our level best;

And should we in the mix-up some tender feelings hurt,

Or with some college education mix a little bit of dirt--

Just write it down we're ready for a certain jamboree

And tightening out heart strings for to keep our grand land free;

And when this thing is over, and loaded full of glory,

We still have left and eye or leg or tongue to tell the story--

Why we wont forget to mention old Yaphank-by-the-sea

And what she did for all of us, including Germany;

And when we nab old Kaiser Bill of Hohenzollern fame,

Why we'll bury him in Yaphank to commemorate its name.

Suggestions Which Might Help Visitors Coming to Camp Upton

For the benefit—if any there be—of men expecting women visitors, Trench and Camp gladly publishes a few suggestions which may aid soldiers in giving instructions of those who plan a trip into camp.

On Sundays, the last train from camp leaves the camp terminal at 8:30, and as every woman visitor is required to leave then, it is wise to be at the station early, or leave by the one of the earlier specials. There are practically no extra accommodations for visitors, and it is running a big chance to have any one miss the last train out. On weekdays the last train leaves at 7:03.

Visitors would do well to have the absolutely correct address of any one they wish to see. It is precarious to make surprise visits.

If a visitor fails to connect with the solder friend at the station, it is well to hunt out the representative if the Y.W.C.A., who mets practically every train, and get directions from her. She will aid in getting conveyance from the station to the Y.W.C.A. Hostess House nearest where the soldier is located.

These hostess houses are the “be-all and end-all” of visitors in camp. There are three—Third Avenue and Sixth Street, Fourth Avenue and 15^th Street, and Second Avenue and 11^th Street (colored). In all three the accommodations include a cafeteria, rest rooms, and large, comfortable rooms and piazzas fitted completely to make the visit as cozy as possible. Other places in camp are the Y.M.C.A. Huts—Second Avenue and 11^th Street (colored), Second Avenue and 14^th Street, 19^th Street and Grand Avenue, Fifth Avenue and 11^th Street, Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street, Fifth Avenue and Fourth Street, and Fifth Avenue and First Street: the Nights of Colombus Auditorium, Upton Blvd; The Nights of Colombus Club House, Fourth Avenue and Fifteenth Street; the Jewish Board for Welfare Work, 12^th Street: the Officer's House (for officer's guests), on Upton Blvd, and the Acker Merrall & Condit Hotel, Twelfth Street.

Objectors Here to Get Short Shrift

Will Be Tried by Court Martial, With No Limit on Punishment.

Conscientious objecting as a popular form of diversion for certain rookies has lost all its charm, and the C. O. clan is steadily dwindling to the place they merit—below zero. For the announcement is made that henceforth there will be no temporizing, no reasoning, no suasion of the sweet and brotherly variety used to try and bring the deluded ones into the true light. An order has been issued to commanding officers in Upton at the direction of the Secretary of War, and says all those “who attitude is sullen or defiant, those whose sincerity is questioned and those who are active in propaganda” must be brought to a prompt trial by court martial.

The objectors will be tried under the 96^th Article of War, placing no limit on the punishment which may be imposed on those on trial under this article. Conduct prejudicial to good order and military discipline will be the summed up charged against any who show objecting perniciousness. It is expected that drastic treatment will be meted out, and since there is no limit on the number of years imprisonment, the C. O.'s road here is sure to be a rough and rocky one.

Concerts and Movies Offered at Big Y. M.

There have been some musical and other entertainment events of unusual merit of late at the Y auditorium. On Sunday afternoon, April 28, the Central Chemical Company band of Bayonne, N. J., played a fine concert with unusual soloists. Prof. W. K. Knox is their leader and has sixty pieces with which to work, all employees of the company. There were solo numbers by members of the organization. Miss Alice Moncreiff, the concert contraito, and Miss Marcella Craft, famous opera and recital star, sang several songs.

Another interesting concert was the recital by Leon Rice, tenor, on Tuesday, April 30. Mr. Rice is a specialist in American and English ballads and knows what the boys like.

BIG DEPOT BRIGADE NIGHT

Wednesday was Depot Brigade Night and was attended by upward of 3,500 men from that organization. Lieut. Schuyler, the popular entertainment officer, had made arrangements for the affair, and with the assistance of the Stage Women's War Relief Committee, in NYC, gave the boys a fine show. The professional people were headed by Miss Minnette Barrett, the Lasky star. They presented a fine bill of songs, dances, violin solos and a short play. It is planned to have a bill in the auditorium every other week, given by the stage Women's Committee on Entertainment.

Feature Movies.

Among the feature motion pictures have been George Walsh in “The Mediator,” Mme. Olga Petrova in “Daughter of Destiny,” Catherine Calvert in “Behind the Mask” and others. Movie nights—Monday, Weds and Saturday—are becoming increasingly popular.

Sunday afternoon the grand opera star, Miss Maggie Teyte, gave several short concerts, beginning in the Auditorium and going to several parts of the camp, singing in three huts.

Wednesday, May 8, the eight-reel feature film “Alimony,” starring Lois Wilson and Josephine Whittell, will be shown, and on Thursday Mary Hissem de Moss, concert soprano, will give a recital in conjunction with one of the cantonment bands.

Score Now 15-2 Between K. C. and Jewish Welfare.

Busy Days For Knights—Porch Additions Prove Attractive.

From K. of C. Headquarters.

The Knights of Colombus Auditorium is one of the most popular places in camp for Sunday visitors, this being due in great part to the splendid veranda just completed, the gift of the New York Catholic War Council. The addition measures 20 feet by 54 feet and is already well furnished with green and white rockers. It is intended, perhaps later, to screen in the porch and place lamps and rugs and other things that will make it seem more homelike.

Last week proved a busy one and was not altogether unpleasant, for Knights of Colombus secretaries, as they were the hosts of two large amateur dramatic societies which numbered among their casts some charming bits of femininity.

A. P. Hogan, Associate General Secretary for the Knights of Colombus in camp, who has been frequently taken for a moving picture hero, perhaps on account of his iron-gray hair, which is naturally marcelled, did most of the entertaining. The reason for this influx in camp is due to the fact that Aquinas Council of the K. of C. presented a mixed minstrel show, which proved one of the milestones in life at camp. The men were loud in their applause and hugely enjoyed the girl “end men.”

The cast, numbering sixty-five, came down in machines in the early morning and returned in the same night.

“A Pair of Sixes.”

On Saturday Night, the Staten Island K. of C. sent down an amateur company, which played “A Pair of Sixes” to a packed house. The more or less untried thespians were remarkably goof and were greatly strengthened by the addition of Miss Lewis, who had recently graduated from their ranks to Broadway, where she is now playing.

Jewish Welfare Aids.

On Saturday night it was suddenly discovered there were fifteen men in the party who could not get accommodations in Patchogue or Centre Moriches, and in a fever of anxiety General Secretary Flynn of the Knights of Colombus phoned his neighbor. Head worker Hyman of the Jewish Board for Welfare Work, and presented his case. Mr Hyman urged the K. of C. to send along all their men guests and he would take care of them. This jumped the score in favor of the J. B. W. W. 15 to 2, because on the last exchange of guests the knights of Colombus only had an opportunity to play host to two of the J. B. W. W. stay overs.

The Staten Island Knights were loud in their praise of hospitality of the J. B. W. W. and said that Mr. Hyman's cordial reception to them proved the brightest spot in their stay at camp.

The new Knights of Colombus Building, it is believed, will be erected on the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fourth Street, where it will be somewhat more accessible than the ill-fated on recently burned.

Private Hopeful wonders where the people are who are benefited by Upton winds, according to the antique saw: “It's an ill wind that blows nobody good.”

“Blown in by the draft,” was literally true of several increments recently added unto us.

SOME ARMY MOMENTS.

Were you ever in a hurry?

Did you really wish to beat it?

Did a sudden interruption

Make you linger 'gainst your will?

Did you foam and fret and worry?

What you thought, would you repeat it?

Did you quell a great eruption

Of relentless rage to kill?

--Sergt. F. M.

This one had only just been issued his fighting garments. It was a wet, damp, drizzly, rainy, foggy, muggy—well, call it a Long Island Day. The T. Sarge met him going out of the barrack. He had on the leggings, shoes, breeches and tunic that Uncle S. gave him, but on the dome was—a derby.

“Hay, where you goin' with the lid?” The Sarge's voice was rough.

“Well,” he hesitated the rook, who had until recently received his mail at Fishkill Landing, NY., “I thought it'd be best to save my good one—on a day like this.”

Well, who was Queen of the May at Uptown, anyhow? Somebody has nominated their Mess-Sargeant, but on second thought, withdraws the nomination stating that the M. S. is only a discarded tray.

From some source or other:

“I'm a little Wop

“I gotta no mom.

“I gotta no pop.

“But I gotta da gun.

“And I wanta go over the top.”

Taking him all together, considerable Wop.

And speaking of Blue Devils, as the papers have been, how about that as a name for K. P.?

THE OBSERVER.

LIFE IN BARRACK DE LUXE WITH THE GLORIFIED SELECTED MEN

Fun With the Future Judge Advocates, Adjutants and Personnel Experts—On Various Army Follies.

Introducing

the Barrack de Luxe--”CANTONMENT HEADQUARTERS DETACHMENT.”

Glorified Selected Men

Judge Advocates, Personnel Officers, Adjutants and Generals

In the embryo.

They admit it—plus.

Bulsheviki.

A few in the bunch recall classification cards on Muster Day Wherein we told all our virtuses. I asked one “$20,000 a year” man how much income tax he would pay. He gave me a $1,200 a year look, as he hiked back to the kitchen.

Then we have with us Mr. Howard Friend

Private Friend, in the Army,

A general handy man and phone manipulator.

The other day the phone rang--

A lady's voice—Then Howard's, sweetly--

“Private Friend speaking.”

“Oh, is that so?” said she smilingly.

And so the Romance began.

“Who's loony now?” chirps a Private Friend.

Some outfits have good cooks

Others good “chow”

Ours has neither.

Some European friends assigned for

“domestic service”

Made “cops” Military ones!

“show me pess,” squeaked one at Jamaica;

Scared stoff, I tendered my A.W.O.L. Pass.

“Read him to me” he ordered.

So I laughed as I read.

After listening to that Night Owl, Bunkie “Sarah,”

I move that

the old bromide,

“Snore, and you sleep alone.”

be amended to read :

“Kick the guy in the shin, and tell him the war's over.”

However, it's different with “2d Looies.”

if some of them didn’t snore,

you'd think they were dead.

In the Army game

“Passing the buck” is a stunt and a great relief.

In the game of “Billiards” with square ivories.

“Passing the buck”

Is a great relief, but no stunt.

Any grease-ball can do it.

What gets my goat is to see

A private, camouflaged with leather leggings and garrison cap

Disguised as a week-end officer,

Parading Fifth Avenue with a swell peach.

Not that I mind the make-up,

But how do the girls far for such stuff?

For a good laugh with Sambo,

Go to see the Buffaloes.

“On or off.”

They are “The Greatest Show at Camp.”

SERGT. MONROE GOLDSTEIN,

Cantonment Headquarters Detachment.

SUNDAY SERVICES

Sunday church services are held in a number every week sufficient to accommodate men of every creed in camp.

Y.M.C.A. Building, Second Ave. and Seventh st.-- 10 A.M. Morning worship; Chaplain William T. Manning. 6:30pm Y.M.C.A. Meeting; Y.M.C.A. Secretary, George D. Hulst.

Y.M.C.A. Building, second ave and 11^th st.--10am morning worship; Chaplain G.S. Stark 6:30pm, Y.M.C.A. Meeting, Chaplain G. S. Stark.

Y.M.C.A. Building, Fifth Avenue and 14^th st.--10am , morning worship; Y.M.C.A. Secretary, William I. Reed. 6:30pm Y.M.C.A., meeting; Y.M.C.A. Secretary, John J. Moment,

Champ Ben Will Return to Train Rookies After Big “Cross Country”

All the Ben fans in camp, and there is a company which is past numbering, are hoping the railroad sailing is smooth and submarines will pass up the Pullmans carrying the world's champion lightweight fighter as he journeys across the continent. For Benny Leonard, instructor in the fistic science at Upton, is leaving these wooded hills and plains temporarily for a transcontinental tour during which he will do a large series of mitt mixing. He is to fight all corners in numerous cities. And although a lightweight world's champion should be corralling dollars by the bushel, Ben will do this fighting for bare expenses.

The rookies who have just brought their dukes into your Uncle's service to be bared against the Boche are praying for Leonard's safe return so they may have the advantages which their predecessors enjoyed in the way of boxing tips. Benny did a fine piece of work with the Metropolitan Division by personal fistic instruction to officers and men alike, and he is able to pit the same fighting ginger and pepper into any number of draft allotments. The newest are hoping hell return in the time to get in some more of that work, and run, perhaps, a camp open air boxing tournament such as caused the famous Long Island welkin to ring a few weeks ago in the vicinity of Fourth Ave and sixth street.

FIGHTING ELEVENTH HAS CHANGES, BUT OLD GUARD AND SCARS THERE STILL

For Sergeants, This Outfit Stands Practically Supreme With an Umpire-Baiter and All-Around Athlete and Heart-breaker Among Them.

Gone are they all, the old familiar spaces in the ranks where one the rampant fighting 11^th of the immortal (don't leave out the “t” please) Depot Brigade stood at attention, ready for the next scrap. Only the scars remained.

Scar No. 1 is Sergt. Spitzer, the famous umpire baiter, who has lost all his teeth yelling at the umpire. Then there is Sergt. Cohen, unanimously voted the toughest looking non-com in the company. Spitzer and Hart were close seconds, and only one vote was cast.

The Street Cleaning Commissioner, Schwartz, who calls himself Provost Sergeant and who boasts of the days when he was bugler on Gen. Pershing's staff on the border, says business is picking up. Everybody knows that Spitzer got his fighting experience in Cuba, and that he has suffered a long and variegated career as Movie Actor, manager of famous pugilists, etc.

The Mess Sergt., Maeder pulls himself to sleep every night with his mandolin. When asked why he insisted upon feeding the soldiers with Frankfurters and Sauerkraut, he replied, “Lets eat up everything German in a hurry.”

The most popular man in the company, is the Hair-Raising, Trigger-Pulling, son of a gun Bill Hart. The famous athlete can dance, sing, talk big words, and make friends as easily as swim, ride, shoot, box, lunge a bayonet, play ball and win the hearts of the fair sex.

Many have been the changes in our company during the past few months. But the “Old Guard” remains. Long may they shave!

SERGT. F. M.

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] Fairy Godmother Adopts Third Depot Company

Mrs. Kline Proves Lady Bountiful - other news from depot “brigadiers” lair.

She came down to visit a friend, an acting private of the 3d company. The boys showed her a good time , as the the boys of the 3d company always do when they have visitors. She was pleased and asked Sergt. Shanley f the company had a godmother, and f not wold object to her bringing them out a few little things. “Go ahead the skies the limit!” was Shanley’s characteristic reply. The next time she came out she sat n the front seat of the car with the chaffer, and the back was pled high with cigars, cigarettes, tobacco, comfort kits &c. She has been coming out twice a week ever since that first visit and does the boys all sorts of little favors.

The lady’s name s Mrs. Kline and, n addition to her good work for the boys at Camp upton she is a zealous worker for the Harlem Red Cross, and sells Liberty bonds between breaths.

The feature of last weeks athletic meet was the addition of a few horse back and mule-back events. Which proved very popular. The half-mile race between two of the fastest horses n the brigade stables cased lots of excitement, as did the horse back fight, while the egg-and- spoon race on mule-back was the funniest thing seen in years.

Things are gong big n the depot brigade. The first outdoor stunt day was staged on the brigade athletic field, at which the representatives of the various companies entertained the new men n a variety of ways with a program which would make the hippodrome look like the sideshow of a cheap circus by comparison. Let Schuyler, the cantonment entrainment officer, headed the boys together and is now planning several other big affairs of this kind.

Things were gong rather slowly last week-end when so many of the boys were away on pass, and Let Col. Dolph went out on the diamond and started hitting out flies . He started n with two players and a staff arm, but finished with about half the brigade [peace strength fifty men] chasing the pull n the outfield. Then the Lieutenant Colonel went into the box and started n to pt ‘em over the plate right dan the old groove - stimulating interest to such an extent that a real game was started right there.

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COL. WHITMAN OFFERS $50 TO STIMULATE NEATNESS

The base hospital has joined the City Beautiful movement. Most of the liesure class there when not occupied these days with spring fever and baseball are engaged in fixing up the hospital buildings and currycombing the ground and generally doing their darnedest to makethe desert blossom as the rose.

This activity has been stimulated by the offer of $50 to be given by Lieut. Col. Jay D. Whitmen on June 1 to the ward which has the neetest appearance and altogether looks like a little bit of heaven. The the one great drawback is that there's not enough of the ould sod to go round, though there's plenty of ashes. However, if a Congressman should receive a hurry call for tons and tons of grass seed to help put the United States Army on a war footing he needn't be surprised.

It has been decided to turn the strip of ground fronting the detachment barracks into a Garden o Eden, instead of a field where the baseball teams can do their spring training. Privates Alton B. Fay and Joe Ryan, deans of the mule driver corps, have become agriculturists. It is noticeable that when they pass the window in the office of Capt. Arthur J. McCracken, detachment commander, their handling of the team becomes positively masterly.

As part of the celebration of Liberty Loan Day various athletic events were held, paralleling the Penn relays on the same day. One of the feature events was the 100-yard dash, in which Private Johnny Flynn, his pompadour streaming in the wind, sprinted to victory, with Sergt. Guy N. Carroll snapping close at his heels in second place. Corpl. Leonard Jackson won the half mile race around the hospital.

Open School for Jewish Workers

The Training School for Jewish Welfare Workers has been officially opened in the Jewish Welfare Building on 12^th st, with a group of eight. These workers will be given a course of training here whence they will be sent to various camps all over the country to conduct the work of tee Jewish organization. Camp Upton was chosen some time ago for this because of the advantages it offers in the large number of Jewish men here and its proximity to NYC.

Signalmen in 321^st F. S. B. Instructing These Tiny Aviators-- Not Allowed to Touch the Ground.

Men are not the only birds being trained at Upton, although there is no aviation there. Upward of ninety pigeons are receiving instruction in modern warfare and have made such rapid advances that Capt. Bush of the 321^st Field Signal Battalion thinks they’ll be ready for gas mask drill pretty soon. The pigeons are part of the 321^st and occupy quarters near the battalion at Third Ave and 17^th Street. Lieut. Gladstone has immediate supervision of the word which is intended to make them blue ribbon messengers.

Training a pigeon is somewhat different from coaching a doughboy. The D. B. would be locked in the padded cell of the hoosegow if he tried to drill with both feet off the ground for one item. But the pigeon is taught that the groups is bad, wicked, unsafe and to be scorned by all respectable carrier birds. When ever a pig tries to light on the earth he is called “wicked birdie” or something equally terrifying, and is shooed into the air by an energetic wig-wager. The signalmen have advanced in their pigeons' training wonderfully under Lieut. Gladstone's efficient direction and will have a battalion of the carriers ready to send overseas within a short time. The birds are taken further and further away from camp for each successive trial, flying back to their headquarters. A wicker basket attached to the motorcycle is used to convey them.

W.C.C.S. PLAY POPULAR.

At the playhouse Sunday evening a number of Upton men on leave enjoyed the performance of “The Man Who Came Back,” which was presented by William A. Brady for the benefit of men in uniform. This powerful play opened in the Play House two years ago in August and continued there two years solid, closing this season's tour recently in the Schubert Theater, Brooklyn. Henry Hull and the original cast played when the soldiers saw it. The NY War Camp Community Service and the Stage Women's War Relief sponsored it.

MAY 13, 1918

Upton Soldiers Aid in Fighting Forest Fires

Have Been Raging Near Camp and 2,500 Men Taken to Scene in Trucks

Widespread forest fires, which have destroyed several farms and threatened several duck raising establishments having nearly half a million ducks, have been valiantly fought within the past few days by troops from Camp Upton. Their response to the emergency was prompt and effective, and the experience gained in rooting out stumps on the reservation stood them in good stead in wielding the spade and axe. Twenty-five hundred men from the Depot Brigade were taken to the scene one night in sixty motor trucks, and, working in shifts, under the direction of the veteran fire fighter, Lieut. Corley, did splendid work in stopping the ravages of the flames, which had widened to an alarming swath.

There have been three or four fires in different directions for camp, and on a clear night the flames and smoke were plainly visible. A stiff wind blowing in an easterly direction increased the danger. One of the fires was dangerously near the base hospital, and the work of the soldiers, with the firefighters from the countryside were effective in giving check.

Portia Defends Soldier at Court Martial Here

First Woman in Country to Act as Counsel in Proceedings.

A dignified group of Upton officers serving on a court martial sat up with surprise recently as a woman clad in khaki entered the judicial chamber as the counsel for the accused. She was Mrs. Clarice M. Baright, a lawyer of No. 170 Broadway and is the first woman in the United States to appear before a court martial as counsel. She presented the defense of Harry Pherlits, formerly a private in the National Army, who was accused of the theft of an army blanket. He was drafted in December and came to camp, but later was honorably discharged when it was learned he was an Austrian possessing only first papers. It was discovered after his dismissal that an army blanket valued at $4.50 was missing the testimony disclosed that he had given it to his family, who were in poor circumstances.

Mrs. Baright said of the court martial: “It was the most awe-inspiring proceeding I have ever witnessed. The solemnity of a court martial makes one realize what war really means. I consider it a great privilege to have had the opportunity to be present at one”

Announcement

Through the courtesy of Major Gen. Bell, a gala performance will be given at the Liberty Theatre Sunday evening, May 19, 1918.

The entertainment has been arranged under the direction of Private Irving Berlin, the latter erstwhile writer of America;s most popular songs. Such galaxy of talent has seldom been assembled anywhere on one programme for one evening.

If George M. Cohen was heading a bill you would “snap to attention” and get up before reveille an order to gain a place in line.

If Fred Stone was to appear, you’d “double time” not to miss him.

If Al Jolson was “programmed,” you would swap next week’s pass for a ticket.

If George M. Cohan, Fred Stone, and Al Jolson were all on for the same bill, you’d go “Over the Top” to see them.

Well, soldiers, your time has come. Prepare to GO OVER! Yes, prepare to go over to the Liberty Theatre next Sunday night and see the greatest show that has ever been presented.

Not alone have George M., Fred ad Al agreed ti give up that evening for the amusement of the boys, but in addition a host of other equally distinguished artists will positively appear.

THE DATE—MAY THE NINETEENTH!

THE PLACE—LIBERTY THEATRE!

THE SHOW—A MILLION DOLLARS’ WORTH OF TALENT FOR “FOUR BITS” (50 cents)

The complete program will be later announced throughout the camp.

Rookiedom Takes Blue Devils of France to its Bosom on Memorable Visit Here

Medal-Decked Heroes See Upton Through Swirling Cloud of Dust—Have Fought with Sammies on Toul Front

The rookie with the mixed cits—O. D. shirt, campaign hat and mufti underneath—turned to his pal:

“Those holds’ve been there all right, Bill.”

“Yeh, you're right, Bert. I hope you and me cop coupla them medals and have women givun us flowers ‘neverything when we come back.”

The occasion was the visit of Blue Devils of France. Rookiedom here took the ninety-six heroes of years of trench fighting to their breasts last week and gazed in awe and worship. Their weather-beaten, mustached faces radiant with smiles under the rakish blue caps a la the Latin Quarter with the bugle emblem, these soldiers of les Chasseurs-a-Pied who have been there, and are now in this country arousing patriotic enthusiasm, spent an interesting, dusty day in this big cantonment. With nine officers, they arrived from New York in special cars on the noon trip and were met by Lieut. Col. Powers cantonment chief of staff, and Capt. Crutcher, aide to Gen. Bell. From their board seats on the seven big motor trucks they waved and smiled to the knots of cheering soldiers who gathered on every corner to give them welcome. The party went immediately to headquarters, where Gen. Bell received the officers and spoke briefly to the men from a balcony of his office.

Through swirling dust which bothered the poilus not one whit. the procession then set out for the Depot Brigade. The lead truck stuck fast in 18th Street and, Croix de Guerre dangling, the heroes jumped off and put their sturdy shoulders to the wheel to extricate it. They were given a great ovation by the thousands of men of the Depot Brigade gathered to greet them. An American 1st and 2d Battalions of the Brigade, Dan Caslar’s orchestra providing music. Next, let by the brigade band, with cheering American soldiers-to-be lining their progress, the platform from which was given the afternoon programme of vaudeville, boxing and jiu jitsu exemplified by J. E. Woodward and Lieut. Col. Cyrus A. Dolph of the 152d Depot Brigade were heads of the committee the afternoon of enjoyment. They returned to New York, dusty and satisfied with their glimpse at one of the camps where fighters are being tried to take places at the side of the Sons of France.

That the Americans will make splendid fighters was the opinion expressed by First class Private Charles Poule of the Blue Devils. His right to express an opinion is undisputed, as he was in the Toul sector when the first United States trios went into the trenches and saw them under fire. “Give them a little time,” said Poule, on whose bosom was the Croix de Guerre with two stars and bearing stripes of four years’ service and three wounds, “ and they grinned, “they will help us and the gallant British make away with the Boche. Bah! he will be no match for your ‘Sammee’.”

John Manning has Honor of Being First Camp Upton Man Wounded

As far as can be learned the first Upton-trained drafted man to be shoot in battle is John Manning, whose name appeared recently in Gen. Pershing’s casualty lists. He was slightly wounded. Late last year he went to France to fill vacancies in units and the last letter received from him said he was in action with the Sd Provisional Battalion, National Army.

Manning’s distinguished honor is envied by every man whose hikes have gathered Upton mud and dust. There are some, though, who would rather have the “slightly wounded,” were it their own, serious enough for Blighty.

His home is at 284 East 137th Street, the Bronx, and he was a motorman for the Union Railway, drafted by Local Board No. 1 in September.

General Bell to the Blue Devils of France

“Comrades of the French Army:

“I am glad welcome French soldiers because France has always dealt with my Nation justly. We have sixteen camps like this one, sixteen others training troops of the National Guard and sixteen other army training stations where soldiers are being prepared to go to France and aid in destroying our common enemy. We Americans are fighting not for France, Great Britain, Italy or any one nation, but for ourselves and our posterity.

“My hope today as I greet you is that our own American soldiers will axwuit themselves with the valor which you have shown to the world.

“In the name of the American Army I greet you.”

Good Liberty Bills.

Manager George Miller’s Liberty Theatre has been drawing large audiences lately, and especially during the first three days of last week, an exceptionally fine vaudeville bill arousing favorable comment. Eddie Foy and the Seven Younger Foys and other high grade acts mad a line-up which was hard to beat. Movies Gus Hill’s minstrels and other showings are further contributions of the Liberty to the entertainment life of the camp.

Last Train Now 8.30.

Joy and sorrow as the case may be are evoked by the recent change in the Long Island schedule, making the last weekday train out of camp for the city 8.30 in the P. M., instead of 7.03, the same which has prevailed through the winter.

Maggie Teyte Again.

Miss Maggie Teyte, the renowned English soprano, paid her second visit to Upton recently and sang in Y. M. C. A.’s to the delight of hundreds of soldiers.

Marching

The marching in this army was intended to embalm me,

We devote entire days to C. O. drill:

On rutty roads to hike it, in mud-holes

who would like it,

I prefer this bunk fatigue to climbing hills.

Be the weather nice or blowy, though

I’d rather area, of Floey,

The internal whistle’s sire to pull us out;

I dream “Batter attenSHUN!” to the strains that we all menshun

Whyinell don't they exclaim, “Boys, walk in route!”

And when’er we get a dinner—steak and pie—a regular winner.

And you'd top the meal off with a good cigar:

Dont expect a chance to smoke ‘er

just forget you've been a broker—

“Snap into it, boys, were walking far!”

Then that famous One, Two, Three, Four which we hall with so much glee for

Every Corporal a differs cadence yowls.

You must watch the guide and column,

march with head and mien most solemn.

For you're taught ti emulate the silent owls.

Every pace full thirty inches, with fatigue for him that flinches.

And at tomes a little double quick for snap.

The Yanks have got a loose-step more effective than the goose step.

Which is topic to the blood (and that’s no blap)

When we gather with St. Peter, and drink (censored) by the liter,

There’s but one thing that our pleasure might allow,

If the Old Boy should shout “Squads Right!”—well—we’d have to set the gods right,]For we want no tactics there to spoil our joy!

Private Nathan E. Handler.

Battery A, 306th Field Artillery

Tonsorial Camouflage

With the Approach of Summer, Heads are Being Scraped, Giving Them a Battleship Gray Effect.

The triumph of the draft army is the triumph of Bathocracy. Some of us had to be asked our names again when we came out of the shower for the fist time, but now all is different. Announcement of inspection brings even the formally most confirmed non-bathing gentry to the water. And there is the problem of arithmetic—dividing 200 men into twelve showers.

The Prodigal’s Return

By Private Lou Scheinman, Sketches By Private Jack Kelly

The prodigal was far away from home he loved so well,

(Though on the roster sheet was writ “A. W. O. L.”).

With keen regret and deep remorse his stricken conscience Greek

(This lost son had strayed before and he consequently knew).

“Oh, woe is me!” he cried, “alack and woe betide,

Oh why was I so weak and frail upon that roomful day,

A scrap of paper, more or less, a measly, modest pass,

Shouldn’t interfere with gentlemen to worry and harass;

Ten happy days, so richly spent, but now an empty boast— ‘

Twere better to have loved and lost,’ but outside and Army Post!”

“But, why indeed, should I not rest from so much weary work,

Including all the ‘bulk fatigue’ I knowingly wouldn't shirk?

I’ll speak unto the Captain, a man of wisdom he;

I’m sure he will understand and quite agree with me.

I’ll say to him: “Now look here Cap, artistic temperament

That very day he grabbed a train that led to his hold home.

(The M. P.’s felt quite kindly so left him write alone.)

Proceeded to unfold his tale, nonchalant and globe.

The C. O. coughed, and the he smiled, and turning to him said:

“My boy I understand—and sympathize— and see you're highly bred.”

“I never realized before, as you put this all to me,

How good a soldier that you were, but now I plainly see.

Why, ‘temperament’ is what we need in this here Army game.

And ‘constant change,’ my own dear boy, shall be your middle name ‘The fatted calf is feeling lean, we can serve him today.

But as a starter, here’s some bedecks that you might fill with hay.

And when you're through with that hundred, there’s seven barrels of spuds

That need your kind attention, as they cant be served in duds.

The wood-pile is chuck full of change and temperamental too,

But needs a little inspiration, so chop a cord or two.

“Come to my arms, my prodigal!” was an ancient duck,

But, sonny, I’m afraid just now, you're simply out of luck!”

Fight for Right of Common Man, Says Illinois Governor

Enemy Has Threatened All Things Which We Cherish Most

Telling soldiers the war they are in is for the most sacred cause America has ever espoused, Frank O. Lowden, Governor of Illinois, spoke to several thousand men here recently. The bowl-like space in front of the Liberty Theatre was the arena in which the Middle West leader appeared, and his olive-drab audience made a great roof of Stetsons, viewed fro the motor truck, the speaker’s stand. Gov. Lowden came to see his son, Pullman Kiwden, a Sergeant in one of the Quartermaster units.

“The battles you will wage,” said the Governor, “are like those your forefathers fought in the name of humanity, liberty and civilization, and none of them fought more truly for the rights of the common man than you will do. And you will acquit yourselves with as much glory as they have handed down to us as a precious tradition. In this supreme struggle the rights of the common man everywhere are the issues. Our enemy has made it plain that all the things we most cherish are threatened by a brutal military power. We will be proud of your deeds. WE are living in the most crucial moments of the world’s history. There may be delays and disappointments which are irksome, but of one thing we are sure, and that is you will always be constant, loyal and courageous. Your battles are the battles of a God of righteousness against the old German god of brute might resurrected from savage forests.”

Double Murder Startles Camp

Soldier and Widow Shot on Sunday Near the Cantonment

A double murder last Sunday of a man and woman in the pine barrens north of the infantry area was the absorbing camp topic for some days, and as this is written the murder has not been revealed, although three arrests of soldier suspects had been made. The victims were Mrs. Rose Harrity, a widow, forty-six years old of No. 49 Fourth Street, Brooklyn, and Private Micheal Maloney, Second Company Outgoing Casuas, whose home is at No. 29 Fourth Street. Gang hatred is given by Major H. H. Walker, Provost Marshal, as the motive for the crime, as i is positively known that some of those implicated were members of the Brooklyn White Hand gang.

Mrs. Harrity, who had several children and was a close friend of the Maloney family, came to Upton Sunday to visit Michael. His mother had intended to come, but at the last minute decided she’d postpone the trip until a week thence, which was Mothers’ Day. He met her at the station they took luncheon together and had a walk about the cantonment. About 5.30 sentries on duty near the edge of the woods to the north of Fifth Avenue and Fifth Street heard three shots and saw a soldier running through the woods. One of them went to the nearest telephone and another gave chase. He came across the body of Mrs. Harrity first. A bullet had sped through her ands had died instantly. Maloney was lying about 200 yards away, shot in the head and chest. In twenty minutes a troop of mounted military police was out over the countryside and assisted in its search by Sheriff Higgs of Suffolk county and his men. Two arrests were made.

Later, another man, a soldier, was put under arrest, and a cartridge clip and leggin were found near the scene of the murder.

The camp was placed under strict guard immediately following the crime, and no soldiers were allowed to leave without thorough inspection of their passes by the military police. Rifle inspection was ordered in all organizations, but no recently discharged gun was found.

That a Brooklyn gang fend was carried into the army is generally accepted as the theory for the cause the shooting. Maloney’s mates say that he rarely went alone into the open, and this was his first venture away from the limits of cantonment.

Mass of Work Turned Over by P. O. Employees

In one corner of camp there is little rest for the weary, and the press duties weighs from earliest dawn to midnight and all times between. That is the camp post-office, Third Avenue and Upton Boulevard, where George Opperman, Postmaster, and his adjutant, Walter Eberhardt, direct the efforts of the staff of clears who handle tons of soldier mail. Recently a mountain of parcels post packages for which there were no receivers in camp were all repacked, redirected and sent back to the sender. Hundreds of special delivery letters daily, regular Sierras of packages which go and come in heavy-laden trucks, and thousands of letters and postcards fly through the nimble fingers of these post-office men who are doing their part, and a big one, for the lads in service. The thrift stamp and war saving stamp business has been boosted recently by the efforts of Acker-Merrail employees who, inspired by Messars McDonald and Fisher, have purchased over a $100 worth of the patriotic stickers.

Entertainers More Than Doing Their Big Share

The talented entertainers out of the Depot Brigade who are more than getting across big these spring days are legion. Recognizing the service all of them have done to make things easier and cheerier, the following names—just a very few of them— are published: Private J. R. O’neil, 23rd Company, vocalist; the Irish dancers of the 4th Company; Private Smith of the 31st Company, eccentric singer and dancer; Private Stern, 32d Company, comedian and dancer; Private A. Tudell, 3d Company, vocalist; Private A. Levine, 19th Company, baton swinging; Private McNeil, 40th Company, monologist and singer; Private Ferriere, 24th Company, juggler par excellence; Privates Newman and Burns, 23rd Company and 9th Company, comedy duo; Private Gines, Brigade Band, violinist; Private J. Carberry, 23d Company, buck and wing dancer; Private Mitchell (with Mrs. Mitchell) dancing; Private Charles H. Anders, Private Benny Khan, Private W. Grant, Private J. Bollinger and Private Ed Cicio, clowns and funny men; Private Albert Smith, female impersonator; Private Ramsey, tramp comedian.

Camp’s Blue Devil Truck Co. No. 326 Wild to go Over

Some of Hell’s Kitchen;s Generals Among Stone-Men are There

Camp Upton has its own Blue Devils. They are not that color as to uniform, as the brown jumper of the truck motorist is the garb from early reveille till taps about 2 A. M. the following morning of these fighting, scrappy, wild-to-go members of Motor Truck Company 326. Blue Devils accurately describes them because they're blue clear through because they aren't being sent to Franco immediately. The devil part goes without saying when you know the record of the outfit as fighting men in New York on the west side, and their career since last August at camp, guiding heavy loaded trucks over all this section of the country. One of the boys remarked that if the General should hear what they are saying in his outfit because they are not being shipped at once, he would have them all sent into the front line trenches and shot.

And that's just what they're wanting. Many of them grew up in Hell’s Kitchen on the upper west side, and fighting comes more naturally than sleeping. They do little of that, for they're kept on the pound morning, noon and night. Richie Ryan, lightweight champion of camp, is a product of the Kitchen, where he was a General among the stone-men, and led them to many a bloody victory. Richie’s wild to get over there. Give him a pile of bricks and he’ll lick a whole platoon of boches. Recently, he gave a demonstration of his accuracy and rapid fire dornick-hurling ability for Y. M. C. A. Physical Director Osborne, who was thoroughly convinced that Ryan could withstand an army corps Fritzies.

The 326th boasts of the following scrappers, among others: Tex. Kelly, middleweight champ of the camp; Richie Ryan, lightweight premier; Eddie Grover, runner-up for welterweight title; Sam Postighone, welterweight, and many others who are always on edge to battle for fun, money for marbles.

Jewish Board’s Score Favors the Y. W. C. A.

Family Given Aid for Trip Home—Jewish Services for Quarantined.

From Jewish Welfare Board Headquarters.

The score of kindness with Young Women’s Christian Association and the Jewish Welfare Board to very much in favor of the Y. W. C. A. at the present. It is the Jewish Board’s intention to square accounts soon. Recently a Jewish family came to camp in a sight-seeing bus and missed it on the retune. They had no funds for a return journey by train. The Jewish Board called up the Y. W. C. A. in the hope of finding some one returning to the city by machine, Miss McKay immediately informed the board that some one in the building offered $5 toward the fare of the family. hey reached the city and the money was returned the next day.

special Jewish service was held recently for quarantined men to the Y. M. C. A. Building, Grant Avenue and 19th Street. The 650 men present showed their appreciation by thanking the rabbi, Dr. Nathan Biechman, as they passed out. He spoke on the “Attitude of the Scriptures on War and on the Present Duty of the Men.” Chaplain Carson told the men of the benefits he derived from the service.

Regular Jewish services are held weekly in Church Headquarters, Upton Boulevard: Friday, 7-8 P. M. and Saturday, 10-11 A. M., and at Red Cross House, Base Hospital, Friday 5.45 P. M. , and 6.30 P. M., Saturday, 1-1.45 P. M. Rabbi Biechman assisted by Mr. Goodman.

“Dolphing” Becomes Favorite Sport in the Well Known Depot Brigade

Other Happenings in the Seething Section to the West Where All Good Rookies Go.

The latest indoor sport in the 152d Depot Brigade is “Dolphing” When one young “shavetail” sees a brother officer looking blue and worried, he says: “Hello, so-and-so’s been getting revelry Dolphed.” But they manage to live through it and eat three fairly good meals a fay, or three very good ones if they eat with he enlisted men.

Mess Sergt. Mader of the 11th Company had his first experience of the seductive art of “Dolphing” a few days ago. He was burning an old incinerator when Lieut. Col. Dolph sauntered by.

“What do you mean by wasting a good tub?” demanded the Colonel. Don't you realize to win this war we must conserve in every direction? Don't you know hat we must feed and clothe all our Allies and that to do so we must not waste as much as a tack. It is going to take every effort to lick these Germans. We must get over there with a big force and fight waste at home.”

“That’s right, sir,” replied Mador, and if those durn Allies can’t lick the Germans, let ‘em stand to one side and let us go in and we will fight ‘em alone, and we’ll clean ‘em up, too!”

Another one on the Mess Sergeants “George,” the genial food dictator of the 6th Company, was supervising the entertaining of the “Blue Devils” in his company mess hall. The French heroes were entertained royally, and when George tried to press them to further helpings of the good things they indicated their inability to eat more by holding up their hands and saying “Merci!” in their polite manner. “Ain’t that a hell of a note?” said George when he came back to the kitchen. “I asked ‘em to have some more chow and they stuck their hands and hollered for mercy— just as if I was going after them with a ‘gat.”

Major Paysono was down at the ball diamond when the pigeon corps of the Signal Battalion passed overhead. Some officers began to discuss the pigeon service. “Don’t you know they have a regular officer appointed to look after the birds?” asked one of the Lieutenants and Major Payson smiled. “Yes,” he said “and I have a few officers in my battalion who could qualify for a similar appointment in the country line,” and Capt. Coleman blushed.

Major Payson has just become the proud possessor of a 1919 model P. D. Q. Ford limousine, self-starter, 18-carat, all-wool-and-a-yard-wide, and guaranteed not to shrink or rust. He has it fixed up with cushions and a little dole mat and all the comforts of home. Yesterday he made his first real flying start and only stalled his engine four times in forty feet.

The Rev. Robert H. Carsons, Chaplain to the brigade for the last two months, he will leave soon to return to his church, Grace Presbyterian, Brooklyn, “Doc” leaves with the regret of the many friends he has made during his work here, who are loath to see him go, and the boys who remain from the old outfit miss him at the Sunday morning sessions.

The latest in the ranks of the brigadiers is one of the Adalbert Nagle, who ambles around on all four extremities like a quadrupled, jumping over chairs around all sorts of obstacles. Private in this way to the fact that as a baby he was exceptionally heavy and never walked until he was four years old, using his four limbs to travel on up to that age. Private Nagle belongs to the “Fighting Eleventh,” whose favorite battlefield is the mess hall.

French Soldier Writes Editor for Godmother

Trench and Camp sooner or later finds its way into the hands of sisters, sweethearts, mothers and others. For their benefit, the following letter published from a French soldier who is lonely and wishes some one to write and cheer him up:

To M. Le Editeur, Trench and Camp

Camp Upton, U. S. A.

Dear Sir, I have no more parents and I do not receive many letters. I would be very glad if I had an American godmother of war. Will you be so kind as finding me a young American miss who would send me letters firm time to time? If you do so you will fill with joy the heart of a French soldier. As you can see, I write English— well enough. Excuse my boldness, please.

Hoping an answer from you, I remain,

Yours very grateful,

Monsieur Paul Duvignac,

Sergeant Some Genie F. S. S., Secteur Postal 144, France

Auditorium Notes

Lieut. J. E. Schuyler, the popular Entertainment Officer of the 152d Depot Brigade, is proving himself to have the powers of discovery of fine entertainment talent to a degree that would make U. B. O. sit up and take notice. The genial officer has upwards of two hundred complete acts, all set up and tabulated in beautiful mahogany card index file, wherein he occasionally dips and extracts a few ex-Keith headliners for a performance for a pic of battalions at the big Y Auditorium, Upton Boulevard.

Every Monday is Depot Brigade night, and the boys are keen to see Blue Washday come rolling around, for it means at least ten big acts and a good comedy picture, which last interesting item is the arrangement, too of the hardworking Lieutenant, who had stretched every nerve-limit to provide a soothing substitute for the theater nights “back home.”

On Wednesday the 15th, the Auditorium will be open to all, when the famous Herbert Brenon picture, “The Fall of the Romanoffs,” will be shown.

The announcement that Maud Powell, the famous American violinist, will play a concert on Friday, May 17, will be of great interest to the entire camp. Mme. Powell has been called the greatest woman violinist of all times. The concert will be free to all.

Turtle Takes Place Vacated by Mascot Nellie at Base

Is Put in the Infantry and Name Will Probably Be “Soup”

(From the Base Hospital Special Convalescent)

The base hospital now has a turtle for a mascot to take place of the gone but not forgotten Nellie. Not only is the turtle one of the largest land ironclads of its species seen hereabouts in some time, bit it also has military inclinations.

In fact it was its military nature that first attracted to it the attention of Top Sergeant William S. Burroughs a few days ago as he was strolling through the wood near the hospital on the lookout for spies. When the Sergeant noticed the turtle it was engaged in digging itself in. The trench it was burrowing was about the size of a small sell crater. It was working with lightning-like speed— for a turtle.

The turtle looked at the Sergeant and the Sergeant looked at the turtle. Then the Top relived it of the further fatigue duty by the simple expedient of picking it up by the tail. Swinging it thus in a careless manner, as though carrying a cane, Sergt. Burroughs brought his prize to the office of Capt. ArthurJ. McCracken, detachment commander, giving the turtle an opportunity to nibble at the calves of a bashful private in passing. The private shied away hastily, fir the turtle had the Roman nose of a snapper, and the private thought highly of those calves.

In the office the turtle was allowed to rest comfortably on its back, and First Lieut. Hector J. McNelle tickled it under the chin with a stick. The turtle proved touchy and made several attempts to roll over on its pins and settle things with Lieut. McNelle but each time the officer pushed it back by placing his foot firmly on its embonpoint.

After the Lieutenant had established the turtle’s degree of sensitiveness Serge. Burroughs led the infant— it bore all the appearances of extreme youth— to the Medical Supply Depot, using a string for a towing line. There they painted a blue obesity belt on the Sergeant’s pet, the band thereby classing it in the infantry.

Every one hefted the reptile, and the consensus of opinion was that its gross tonnage was about forty pounds. It measured a bout a foot and a half from stem to stem, except when it stretched its neck, when it looked exceedingly exaggerated. Its large size caused the theory to be advanced that it was not really a landlubber but was a deep sea sailor, brought inland by some one and that had outgrown its home surroundings.

Rivalry immediately sprang up in picking a name for the turtle, Geraldine being the favorite. But as it is reported to be destined for the barracks kitchen, the trutle’s final name will probably be Soup.

A cook is another of the hospital kitchens also has a way of naming things. Recently, to assist him in the dishing out food for the “regular” and “light” diets, he posted up beside him a list which ran: “Regola-Rost Bif (roast beef), grevi, tapioco, turnaps (turnips). Loit Doits- Ostes (oysters), bret pudding, burro (butter).” On another occasion the patients received, according to him “Regola-Levan bacon, onion soset (sauce), mass potetos, bret pudding. Loit Doits- macaroni sup, egg scrambo, becket (baked) patetos, burro, farina pudda.”

Some D. B. Bits.

Sergt. Swenk, 7th Company, has been advised to use a glove to stop throws at first, and not his eye. Another Depot Brigade man decorated for conspicuous bravery!

When the 5th and 4th Battalions met doc cross bats at Smith’s Field both teams had their teeth clenched and were out for blood, as neither had dropped a point up to that time. The 4th Battalion won of course, knocking three runs home in the fifth and three in the sixth, while Carison shut out the 5th Battalion. Carson has pitched well in two games, having given only one hit and two bases on balls.

Sergt. Moses of the 9th Company swear this guard mount stuff is not all that its crack up to be. “Here I teak them to listen when the order is given, ‘Sound Off,’ and not to count off; and then when they go out on the drill and the officer gives the order, ‘Parade rest!’ ‘Sound off, the bunch of the mud heads begin, ‘One, two, three, four, right down the line, and everybody fives me the ‘raz.’ But what can you do with a bunch of guys when you give the order ‘ Squads right’ and some of ‘em want to go one way and some the other?”

Germany Must Yield Unconditionally, Says Gen. Bell

Upton General Says that Germany Must Be Shown She Can’t Dominate.

Major Gen. Bell, commander of Camp Upton, in a recent speech in New York at the opening of the Officer’s House, established by the Union League Club at No. 121 East 21st Street, warned in stirring word against a half way peace with Germany. The General pointed out that a negotiated peace had always been sought by Germany thought her history and she has never surrendered unconditionally. He said nothing but unconditional surrender will convince the German f today that he is not only unable but unfit to dominate the earth.

“Otherwise,” said Gen. Bell, “he will claim that he has been successful, and there is not telling what the result will be. Germany must be conquered. If she is permitted to continue her career of rapine and spoliation of other nations solely on the theory that might makes right, there is not telling to what extent she will extend her power and build up her military oligarchy.”

This Post Office Has Celebrities and Rush

Sergt. Schrepfer Has Medals and Long, Spotless Service Record.

To the Editor of Trench and Camp:

Sir: You have given space to everybody in the Depot Brigade. What about the Depot Brigade Post Office? We have with us Sergt. Max Schrepfer, thirty-two years in the service, and not a scratch against his record, the proud possessor of many medals and a solid gold watch presented to him by the officers of the 109th Infantry for faithful service; Little Johnny Duffy, 6 feet 2, formerly of the gallant 69th and Post Office Station P, New York City; Jesse Chris, our registry clerk, formerly of Station D, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Jacob Susan, formerly of Station H, New York City, and Joseph Yanovcke, the three-fingered wonder, formerly of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, Hull Division.

The Depot Brigade Post Office is the busiest one in the camp for many reasons. New men come in and stay but a few weeks and leave for other camps. Many men from different divisions are continually being transferred to the depot Brigade. Also among our new rookies we have some with very high ideas, having mail addressed to them care of the Depot Brigade, upstairs, barrack A, &c.

The new men as soon as they arrive write home and say that they are in the 152d Depot Brigade, forgetting to mention their company number, which of course entails a great deal of inconvenience and trouble to us as well as delayed mail to them. AS we have a floating population in the brigade of approximately 7,000 men a little advice to the men with respect to the correct way in which to have their letters addressed to them would facilitate the handling of the mail situation.

Private J. Y., 152d Depot Brigade P. O.

Brooklyn Dodgers Take Over Soldier Team with Much Comedy and a Dust Barrage

152d B. B. Team, However, Collects Homer, One-handed Catch and Other Honors.

The Brooklyn Dodgers may play other ball games in the present era, but it is a question whether any will stick in their memory in their memory in the same class with the recent one here with a soldier team— and a dust storm. Each ball the pitcher threw in the direction of the receiving station was surrounded by an aura of dust, and when a fielder ran after a fly it was enveloped in a cloud of mystery, and, reaching out, he took in a handful of flying earth. There was a barrage of the Upton brand of dust during the whole game. Under cover of it the O. D. aggregation pulled off some sensations, including a one-handed catch or two, a sensational double play and some hits for more than the single base.

Of course, the dust wasn't all. There were the twelve balls which Brooklyn brought down. Not being altogether familiar with soldier life, they expected the game to last only a couple of innings, for they brought only a dozen balls,and they calculated those would be used up in a short while. But a rigid guard was established along the field, and whenever a foul went out of the diamond, several armed men and a Lieutenant were snatched to bring it back safely. The close guarding was so effective that when the fame ended there were two balls still in the ring.

Brooklyn won. That can be stated without arousing hard feelings. The National Leaguers got 15; the soldiers amassed eight, six of which came in the last two innings when the Dodgers became playful and bamboozled in the mood of Gerald and Eugene—“You chase me and I’ll chase you.” That was Charley Hickman and Mike Doolan, who brought in a pair of runs in quick succession. Some of the comedy on the bases when the fighters cornered a couple of Dodgers was high grade. As was also Charley Hickman’s steal home. There were several bursts of speed from the locals—a team, it might be said, recruited from the 152d Depot Brigade— that brought cheers from the thousands lining the field. Cantwell’s fielding at short, including a double play, Egan’s one-handed stab of a fly in right field, Smeddick’s homer, and several other incidents showed there was baseball within many an olive grabbed bosom, Smeddick proved one of his finds. He is with the 52nd Engineers and plays a sturdy game. Before enlisting he was the subject of negotiations which would have made him a member of the Philadelphia Nationals. Cantwekk at short played high grade baseball throughout Carison, who started the one time in the Tri-State League. Reilly took his place against the Brooklyns. The line up and summary:

152d D. B., 8 Dummiun, c. Fagan,1f. Bogart, 2b. Reese, 1b. Cantrell, ss. Stefnecj, 3b. Webb, c. Egan, 1f. Carlson, p.

Brooklyn, 16: Olson, 2b. O’mara, 3b. Johnston, cf. Doolan, ss. Wheat, 1f. O’rourke, 2b. Griner, 1f. Krueger, c. Plitt, p.

Substitute: Smeddick for Bogart. Hickman for Griner. Reilly for Carison. Watts for Webb. Hits—Olson. O’Mara, Johnston (3). Wheat (3), O’rourke, Hickman (4). Plitt (2). Watts (3). Fagan, Bogart (2), Cantrell (2), Stenneck (2), Smeddick.

The score by innings: Brooklyn (2, 0,1,3,3,4,0,0,2-15 152d D. B. 0,0,1,0,0,0,1,4,2-8

Brooklyn Firm Brings 200 Boxing Gloves Here

Sperry Gyroscope Company, Will Forego Annual Picnic This Year.

The generously and patriotism of the Sperry Gyroscope Company if Brooklyn are two things four hundred Upton lads can stand up all at one time and fight for. And the employees of the concern will this year forego the enjoyment of the annual picnic. Not that they love a good time less but that they love the boys—and the cause—more. All of which means that the manufacturing house in the Greatest City’s Borough come down recently with a couple of motors piled high with boxing gloves for the soldiers.

They had 200 sets in all, and turned them over to Capt. Frank Glick, Cantonment Athletic Officer, who distributes to all camp organizations having a need for the important weapons. The money which purchased them was the picnic fund with which every year employees have enjoyed a day’s outing. But war is on, and its the soldiers first, si at the suggestion of Bob Edgren, Tex O’Rourke and some other sporting leaders who are first and last for the youths in service, the Sperry people made a different appropriation and brought the mitts down to prove it. Capt. Glick, needless to record, was delighted with the patriotic aid, as are all the men who have the benefit of the gift.

New York Mayor Visits Private

“Private Sinnot, a party to see you!” The summons came from the dignity of a Sergeant, and the rookie got up and answered the summons.

“The party,” are the Mayor of New York, John F. Hylan; Miss Virginia Hylan, Grover Whalen, Mrs. Whalen and Tax Commissioner James P. Sinnott, father if the visited one. they motored down to camp to bring good cheer to the recently drafter man, and , what is perhaps more important, some cigars and cake. John F. Sinnott, the object of the visit of New York’s Chief Executive is just like every other private in camp when it comes to eats and smokes.

Hochstein’s Strad

It has been learned that $10,000 un insurance was paid Sergt. David Hochstein 306th Infantry, lately Camp Upton’s most popular violin virtuoso, for his Stradivarius violin smashed in an automobile accident near Rockville Centre. By a special order Hochstein was allowed to include a violin in the equipment which he will take overseas, and will no doubt enlighten many a spot in France with his melodies.

MAY 20, 1918

ADVANCES ON ALL UPTON FRONTS IN GREAT CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE STUMP

Ten Thousand Men Aid-Agriculture Is One Ultimate Objective.

Never in all the history of stump warfare has such a mass attack on the enemy been forwarded as during the past week. Ten thousand men have gone over in wave formation, in files, squads, and companies, aided by tractors, mules, horses, picks, axes, shovels and Sergeants. There is an unprecedented advance on every front. Where once grew naught but the tangled, gnarled, unsightly-now is the broad plain, level as the barrack table top after the mess. The movement of men followed a conference on the stump in all its branches-and roots-between Major Gen. Bell and the camp officers, with war to the death as the watchword. Or rather, war of life, as the extermination of stumps means the planting of seed-growth, beauty, life.

Gangs swarmed every area in camp where has grown the stump, and after they had passed through the country looked like a virgin baseball diamond, level and smooth. One of the greatest transformations has taken place around Headquarters Hill and across the street to the Hostess House. That section is ready for the tiler and sower. The combined energies of hundreds is responsible. It is fairly easy to understand the pyramids after seeing what can be accomplished by unlimited gangs of soldier labor. In many cases the stump succumbed simply because it was out numbered, outweighed and altogether outpointed. Great bonfires have sent incense upward to Ceres, or whoever the god or goddess is in charge of agriculture.

That is to be the next step-planting. The prospective Upton crop is variously rumored from old fashioned flowers to potatoes. The sure thing is that something is going to be made grew. And of all garden spots, this will be the fairest, vegetable or flower.

MAUD POWELL'S CONCERT IS NOTABLE MUSICALLY

As noteworthy a musical event as the camp;s full season has known was that of Friday evening, when Maud Powell, world famed woman violinist, appeared at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium. Lieut. J.E. Schuyler, entertainment officer of the Depot Brigade, representing the 6th Battalion, assisted Ralph W. Walker, Y.M.C.A. Auditorium manager, in conducting the concert. Artistically, it is everything desirable, as Miss Powell's marvelous technique and tonal accomplishments surpass comment.

SOLDIERS ENTERTAINED BY WOMEN'S WAR RELIEF.

Several thousand men laughed, whistled and stamped their approval of recent entertainment in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium provided by the Gamut Club Unit of the Stage Women's War Relief of New York. Miss Edna West arranged the programme, and each artist volunteered for the performance. The party motored from the city. Among those who appeared were: Jefferson De Angelis, comedian, in songs and stories; Colton White, monologist; Miss Elene Foster in original monologues; Miss Alma Claybur, soprano; Miss Percy Haswell with company in an orginal darkey duo; Miss Edith Mason, dancer, recently a dancing partner of Donald Brian, and Miss Muriel Pollock, pianiste from the Witmark Publishing Company.

PRIVATE BERLIN BRINGS BIGGEST EVER TO CAMP

There have been shows- with all capital letters, all small letters-shows and other shows, in camp since it first began turning out jazzing bayonetters. But not within the history of the oldest inhabitant has such an array been secured by any one or any organization in camp as that which trod the Liberty boards Sunday night.

Private Irving Berlin, the solider -song writer and new camp impresario, was responsible for bringing the matchless feast to camp. Among those on the bill were Fred Stone, Al Jolson, Will Rogers, Joe Santley, George M. Cohan, the Six Brown Brothers, the Dolly Sisters, Caryll McCormes and a host of others. The bill rivaled the one put up by the Mayors committee last winter, and in some ways passed it at the post. A review of the show will appear in next weeks Trench and Camp.

250 Officers to be Leave for Fourth School at Camp Custer.

Many Among Them Who Came in Recent Drafts-Some Notables

With the infantry drill regulations and other works of note packed away in their old bags, 250 youths have left for a point west, where during the next three months they will labor from sun to sun and way beyond learning to be officers. They were the successful applicants from Upton for the Training School for Officers, fourth series. Camp Custer, Michigan is their destination, and by the time this issue of Trench and Camp is warm from the printers' hands they will no doubt be quartered and started on their career as embryo Loots.

Practically all of them were from the Depot Brigade, with a number from cantonment headquarters. Among them were men who had come down in recent draft increments and were only two week rookies, so their rise is rapid. John F Sinnott, former Secretary to the Mayor New York was one of these. Mayor Hylan visited Private John the night before heleft and wished him luck. Other notables in the school from here are Floyd C. Harwood, former confidential clerk in the Cantonment Intelligence Office and one time instructor in Latin in the Yale Preparatory School; Charles Barrett Browne, New York newspaperman and musical writer on Musical America; Cornelius Savage, son of the head of the Savage School of Physical Training in New York, and William S. Hart, late Top in the Eleventh Company, Depot Brigade. The fighting 11th sent fifteen men, probably the largest number from any company. The average per outfit was six men. On page eight will be found the list of the successfuls.

CRACK OF NEW BROWNING RIFLE IS HEARD ON THE CAMP RANGE

Gen. Bell Fires Gun at Demonstration-Instruction School Begun.

The first speedy, crackling fore of the new Browning machine rifle was heard on the range last week, and every day since a school of officers has been learning to handle the piece so they can impart its usage to non-coms and privates. Gen. Bell was present at the first demonstration and fired a magazine of twenty shots. The pints of the weapon were explained by Lieut. J. McK. Palmer, ordnance expert from the Springfield Arsenal, who recently demonstrated it to a party of Congressmen in Washington.

This newest invention in automatic rifles has a weight of only fifteen pounds, and is so constructed that even when the twenty rounds of a full magazine are fired in two seconds there is little recall. It can be fired from the shoulder, from the hip and from the hands without a rest, either slow fire or automatic. The slow fire is 200 shots a minute and the automatic, secured by a steady trigger pressure, is 600 bullets per minute. One of the guns greatest advantages is that it can be discharged from the hip by a man while advancing, where as it is almost impossible to get a fire from the regulation army rifle on the advance , as it must be fired from the shoulder, and the manipulation of the bolt is a deterrent. With the new Browning automatic, when infantry troops are making an advance, men armed with it can fire several shots from the hip position at each second step. The support thereby given infantry is regarded as large with possibility. How many men in each infantry company will be equipped with these automatics is undecided, but it is the opinion of many experts that eventually every man in the army will carry this gun. One of its advantages is a flash hider, a device on the end of the barrel which does away with the white flash visible to the enemy at a great distance. The gun uses regulation rifle ammunition.

The new Browning machine guns have also arrived at Upton and a school will be started in their usage as soon as an instructor is appointed.

PARAGRAPHS FROM HERE AND THERE OVER THE CAMP

Mos everyday is Mother's Day in camp, judging by letters sent out, but a special day was given over recently to honoring her. Scores of mothers visited, with home cooked food. The Knights of Columbus gave out 800 carnations to honor Mother.

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Soldier fire fighting helped materially in bringing the forest fires under subjection. Several new ones broke out last week, none of them as serious as those recently encountered by the Boys in Blue Denim.

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Thousands of new drafted men will begin coming in on May 25, this week.

* * Among the Upstanding Outfits that have been recently created from raw recruits in the 6th Battalion, blessed with some live, enthusiastic officers., who have been aiming at "The Best Battalion." Capt. Dreyfuss, Lieut. J.E. Schuyler, entertainment officer, also supply officer; Lieut. Stevens, Adjutant, and others, are helping shape this ambition.

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First blood has been drawn from Upton's soldiers by the Enemy Mosquito. The battle from now on ill be the death, with no "Kamerad" stuff, and absolutely no quarter.

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" If you want to have enough in the trenches, save here." is the food conservation slogan followed through by the Camp Reclamation Officer. Some thing further about this interesting camp institution, where old shoes are made new and seedy garments smart will appear in a subsequent issue of Trench and Camp.

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Charles Beury, special investigator of conditions in Armenia and the Caucasus, was a recent lecturer in the Y.M.C.A. educational series. His subject was "Russia Before the Revolution." Dr. S.F. McClennon, Y.M.C. Director of Educational Work, has also been lecturing on "The Submarine." Harry C. Ostrander, world traveller, has lectured recently.

FULL-BLOWN MINSTREL ON SPUR OF THE MOMENT

Seven days to practice, one dress rehearsal and two of the most popular, most appreciated shows ever produced in camp. That is the history of the first Depot Brigade Minstrel. Private Walter J. Donaldson, the popular melody writer of "Back Home in Tennessee" and "Sweetest Girl in Maryland" fame, was the director, and it was owing to his untiring efforts and continued hard work that the boys backed up the show and produced it with such success. Lieut. McCready was the interlocutor and Privates Riley and Clark raised several good laughs with their gags, as did Privates Fineberg, Tandy, Levey and Pope, and Sergt. Geiger, the other end men, who also sang numbers. Privates Kennedy and Snyder of the 11th Company were exceptionally good in their imitation of two old time song and dance artists, and Sergt. Peters put over his Kipling and service selections in a way that envoked applause. he hit of the entertainment was the Rookie Quartet in their classical number, written and composed by Donaldson, "Dum-Dee-Diddle-Dee-Dum-Dum, Kaiser Bill's a Bum." The quartet is coposed of Clark, Riley, Ness and Snyder.

The show was produced first at the Depot Brigade Y.M.C.A. on Friday night, where it went over big, but on the following evening at the Base Hospital it went over with a bigger bang than ever, possibly on account of the fact that the boys had more confidence than on the occasion of their first appearance.

FIFTH AND EIGHT THEATRE.

Every evening sees a good programme at the regimental theatre, corner of Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street. One feature reel of movies is always shown and two other pictures, comedies.

Broadway Cabaret Has Naught on C. &B. Mess

Dan Caslar's Orchestra Purveys Light Strains with De Luxe Food.

The mess of the Cooks and Bakers' School on Upton Boulevard gave their diners a very pleasant and unexpected surprise recently by arranging for the Liberty Theatre Orchestra, led by Sergt. Dan Caslar , the Camp Upton popular musician, to play Liberty melodies while the supper was being served.

It was a great sight, the music thrilled with such entrancing melodies that the waiters danced around the tables. Dance a La Luxe as well as waiters a La Carte.

The C. and B. School is doing its bit by catering to the Liberty players, serving their suppers during their stay in camp, and since Wednesday night was the closing night of the "When Dreams Come True" show, the players were taken by surprise to find farewell reception had been tendered them. The C. and B. School expects to entertain quite frequently in the future and promises the members of their detachment a number of entertainments such as one would find on Broadway.

Pressed upon by some of these facts, Sergt. Gross has written a Poem. It is after the free verse manner, as follows

Feed, feed, feed

Is all we think about.

We feed the Liberty Players

And make them

Bully

Stout.

We roast and cook and fry

And bake, and take the cheese

For making cake.

The C. and B. School, you

Must have wondered how,

Is busily planning to put out

the Chow.

And the rep in the camp

That this school has received

Is wonderful,

Really-

Its hard to conceive;

Roast Chicken, roast pork,

Apple pie and Ice cream-

Strawberry shortcake-

Um-m!

And all nice and clean

The cooks spic and span

Each whitely dressed

It also might be said

That these cooks every day

Stay on the job

Till finished

The leader

A fat little

Man.

Is none other than

Sergt. Tom Dennis.

MAN, AND MULE WHO'S ONLY BEING HERE NOT WORKING MINGLE FATES

John Hollandsworth and Pat the Pensioner, Now Have Sealed Death Pact.

There's only one living being on the reservation, as far as could be figured by Trench and Camp's statistical bureau, that does no work of any variety-paper or perspiring. The being is Pat, the pensioner mule of the Remount Station, the private ward of John W. Hollandsworth, packmaster. This Person Pat and Mr. Hollandsworth have had their several destinies strangely interwoven during the last quarter century. When he was packing mule at the Battle of Santiago, Pat than about four years old; was one of his animals. They both came through the fracas with their lives and five years or so later, in Tampa Fla., they met again. A welcome, a chat, and they parted again, forever, as Hollandsworth thought. But the guiding Providence of men and mules ruled otherwise. When the West Point authorities called an instructor in mule packing, they called, naturally the best available. He was John Hollandsworth. And lo, when the new instructor went to the mule corral to sarvey his west Point charges there was Pat, with his head poked over the top rail, giving his old pal and battle comrade a welcome.

Mr. Hollandsworth brought the mule here, when he was assigned to the pack train of the 302d Auxiliary Remount Depot, and has made him a pensioner. Pat toils not, neither does he spin. And yet he is the boss of the pack mule corral. No other mule of all the seventy or more are like unto him when it comes to dignity and prestige. Pat and Mr. Hollandsworth are now united in a death pact. When the latter goes overseas, if Pat can't go because of his age-he dies.

Aviators Make First Landing Within Camp.

Hundreds of Upton recruits at sick call one morning last week were on the point of reporting Zeppelin neck to the doctors. The feeling was much like a giraffe with tonsillitis and came from watching an aeroplane which glided and dipped in the blue above camp one afternoon. Landing was made within camp and the curious, including those who have dreamed of a transfer to the aviation, flocked to inspect. It was the first machine to make Camp Upton a regular stop.

From the Mineola field the birdmen flew to a point on the Sound and thence here. They made an average of seventy miles an hour, at an elevation of 4,000 feet. A number of rooks tried to persuade them to make regular trips in competition with the L.I.R.R. Lieut. Frank H. Bentley was pilot of one machine. Lieut. N.D. McParland of the Engineering Department was observer. The Curtis biplane was the type of machine. Respects were paid Major Gen. Bell, who complimented the aviators on their flight.

Telegraph Office Another Reason for Word "Largest"

Began in Early Days With One Employee-Now Has Twenty-Nine.

Back in those primeval camp days when the railroad ingress was at the lower station and the stump and mosquito reigned in undisputed sway, was an institution which has played a large part in the development of the camp and has itself grown wonderfully with the cantonment. It is the Western Union Telegraph Company which started its career in a little shack at the lower station and recently went into more commodious quarters in the Signal Building. Third Avenue and Tenth Street. So many changes were experienced, growth every bit, that the old building across the street was about as able to accommodate the business as a solitary prune is to satisfy a rookies appetite.

There is no branch of the Western Union in any city handling as large a volume of business as the Camp Upton office. It is only one of the institutions in camp which makes the use of the word "largest" as common as dust in a wind storm. The money order business now runs from $4,000 to $7,000 a day, and the telegram service $1,500 to $4,000. Hundreds of messages are delivered daily. Deliveries in camp are made by motor cycle to the regimental headquarters, and the messenger stops at the various welfare buildings. Arrangements for acceptance of telegrams are in effect with eight branches of the Y.M.C.A., two Y.W.C.A.'s, two K. of C. buildings, the Jewish Welfare and the Red Cross. A similar arrangement prevails with the Red Cross at the Base Hospital.

One manager made up the personnel when the office was first started. There are now twenty-nine employees-a manager, a cashier, four accountants, one chief operator, ten telegraph operators, three delivery clerks, four recruiting clerks, two service clerks and three messengers. The list: J. Lippman, W.H. Sembler, B. Weissbein, S. Brandes, H. Beckman, W.L. Brooks, I. Sonnenfeld, J.J. Shapiro, C.H. Tuttle, S. Weisglass, W. Burrell, L. Ostrowsky, W. McClellan, H. Murray, H. Fradkin, W. Karsch, A. McDonald, T. Morris, S. Rosenbloom, I. Schwartz, C. Moe, H. Bessner, W. Corrao, B. Dashefsky, P. Diard, J. Finkelstein, C.H. Larson, G. McCallum, C. Schltz.

BOXING TOURNAMENT

A successful boxing tournament was pulled off recently in the Y Hut at Second Avenue and 14th Street, the contestants being Jack Duncan, 34th Company, vs Frank Gerande, 36th Company; Butcher Boy, 28th Company, vs. Stonewall Jackson, 28th Company Fuca. 35th Company vs. Gertner, 36th Company; A. Schectman, 28th Company, vs. M. Stern, 28th

SOME OF THE BREAKS FROM THAT EVER RESOURCEFUL, OFTEN MALIGNED ORGANIZATION, THE DEPOT BRIGADE.

The Story of Love and Planked Steak for Two Others.

Private Walter Donaldson, 5th Company, known to his intimates as "Dixie" was telling his adventures on first pass, after two weeks' rookiedom.

"There was nobody home when I arrived," he said, "so I went down to Coney Island and breezed into Henderson's and ordered a planked steak for four."

"Why speak so lightly of love?" interrupted Fatty Clark. " I really hate to think what I could do to a planked steak for two."

Just then the bugle sounded "Come and get it."

We wish "Good Luck and many of 'em" to First Sergt. Robert E. Lee. One of the best, who hails from Great Falls, Mont., and Mrs. Robert E (ness Miss Margaret Morrell) of Quincy Adams, Mass., who were "joined together in the bonds of holy matrimony" at that place on Friday last, the 17th inst., in the Catholic Church. Sergt. Schwenk, his side-kick, observed that the guy who made that crack about "bonds" said a mouthful. Sergt. Lee looked like a Colonel in his tailor made suit and leather putters, and he remarked that he had only known the lady for seven years, blaming the war for his haste.

The 5th Co. is getting ahead of the world again. Not content with putting over a minstrel show which was a winner, they beat the rest of the camp by clearing their area of stumps in record time an before any other company had cleared theirs. As a reward the boys were entertained to a big supper-clam chowder, chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, cake, pie, strawberries, ice-cream and iced tea, cigars and cigarettes. Capt. Burdell expressed appreciation in a way the fellows like.

First Lt. Randell of the 3d Co. has a hard time trying to explain the shiner which illuminates the left side of his face. He was hit by a baseball, when he ran into the corner of an open door, and a book fell off the shelf and hit him, &c.

The 4th Co. claims the record of men from one company accepted for th officers' school. O'Hara is now "top" since Moran went with the other aspiring "shavetails."

About 300 men who attended the Mothers' Day servie at the Depot Brigade hut were presented with carnations by Chaplain Carson. "Doc" spoke, as usual, with good effect, shooting 'em straight over th plate. This was his farewell talk, and many of the boys expressed their regret at his coming departure from the brigade.

AWAITS TRIAL FOR DOUBLE MURDER

Private James C. Layton ("Oatmeal") of Company C, 367th Infantry, is awaiting trail for the murder of Mrs. Rose Harrity and Private David Maloney on the edge of camp recently. A statement said to be signed by Layton, reads:

" While on guard duty I saw Private Maloney and Mrs. Harrity in conversation 100 feet away. Maloney left her and I went off my post and accosted her. She screamed and Maloney rushed back. Maloney placed his hand on his revolver. I thought he was going to shoot and I shot in self-defense. I fired two shots into him and then struck him on the head with the butt of my rifle. I then grabbed Mrs. Harrity and she broke from me and ran to where Maloney was stretched out. While she was kneeling over him I shot her to cover up the crime."

" I then ran through the bushes and came out at the extreme end of the camp through another entrance. I marched back again up the road with my rifle on my soldier and made inquiries what was the trouble. I was then assigned to watch the bodies while searching parties were being organized to run-down the murderer."

Layton's home is in Marion, S.C., where he was drafted into the army on Oct. 17. He was transferred to Camp Upton six weeks ago.

ON LIBERTY STAFF.

Among the notables on Manager George Miller's staff at the Liberty Theatre is Private Jesse Weil, once prominent in New York theatrical circles and now using all of his energies in making the service at the Liberty as good as the best. Private Weil was for some time assigned to the 307th Infantry.

FAST TIME SHOWN IN TRACK MEET OF NINTH.

In athletic affairs the Ninth Battalion of the 152d Depot Brigade is proving its right to a position with the leaders. A track meet and baseball game recentl proved very successful with a large number of participants in the track meet, many of whom are erstwhile stars in various events. Private Ailrect of the 35th Company showed the greatest speed of any contestant, doing the 70-yard cash in close to nothing flat.

The comedy feature of the meet- and it might be spelled "meat"- was the fats man's race, won by Private Sueing of the 33d Company, who weighed in at 220 pounds. He won without difficulty over some other Dressed Beef Prizes. The summary of points:

Points.

35th Company....................................................16

32d Company.....................................................11

34th Company....................................................7

In the baseball game the 33d Company had little difficulity in beating the 34th Company, 13 to 5 being the final score. Donovan's pitching for the 33d Company and the fielding of Asschaase, 34th Company, were the features.

CHARLEY HELPS BEN AND ROOKIES AT ONCE.

While Brother Ben is playing the Pacific Coast stops before capacity houses these days for the benefit of soldiers entertainment funds. Charley Leonard is helping out his camp kinsman and Uncle Sam's soldiers with one blow. It is some blow too as Charley was a former amateur champion. Which is in the way of saying that Charley Leonard is helping to instruct in boxing at Upton while Benny is making an exhibition boxing tour.

BERT WILLIAMS GOES OVER AT THE BUFFALO.

The immense Buffalo Auditorium simply wasn't adequate, that's all, the other night to contain the ocean of delight which welled up on the appearance of Bert Williams, the non-plus-ultra colored comedian of "Woodman Spare that Tree" fame. Bert blew in unexpectedly, and his appearance was like a small riot breaking out. The minstrels from the 367th entertained as a further feature. Mr. Lattimore continues to offer high grade movies and vaudeville nightly.

FILM STAR BURNED AT BASE HOSPITAL AND DISSUADING SARGE FROM SONG STOPS PANIC

Only a Smell Left of Fatty Arbuckle's Famous Smile-Machine Ruined

Fatty Arbuckle was badly burned at the Base Hospital last week. At a movie spree which the Y.M.C.A. gave in the Red Cross building the film caught fire, consuming Fatty's pants and in fact his entire suit of clothes. His eyebrows were singed and his smile itself was scorched beyond recognition.

The picture was "The Country Boy," and Fatty was enjoying himself immensley-as was the crowd. A trained operator was putting Fatty through his paces, while Dr. C.S. Beatty, Secretary of the Y.M.C.A., hovered near to see that nobody stoked up a Fatima to near the combustible film. Fatty had just reached the point where he was winning out over the villian with the comic legs when his smile grew so radiant that it became posiively inflammable.

He went out in a blaze of glory. At the same time there was a white hot flash from the machine, and some one with rare presence of mind yelled "Fire!" A young man, who must have known he was a hero, seized the machine, and hurled it through a side door, thereby saving the fire. For the flames, which would have done little damage confined within the apparatus inside the hall, were liberated when the top of the machine came off as it struck the ground, and the fire attacked the film and machine successfully.

As a result the would-be hero firmly declines to hive his name for publication. However it was generally agreed that his heart was in the right place, even if his brains weren't.

Inside the hall the crowd showed a tendency at first to become unmanageable until Sergt. Maxwell Klein suggested to some friends that he be allowed to sing to avert the panic. When word of this spread through the throng they lost all signs of alarm and filed out in orderly manner, realizing there were worse things than fire. Seeing this, Sergt. Kleins friends dissuaded him from singing.

Fatty Arbuckle and his leading lady however, were burned to the ground. After Dr. Beatty and a talented squad of firefighters had put out the flames with a hand extinguished it was found that the apparatus was ruined beyond repair and the film incinerated, all that was left of Fatty's smile being a hot smell.

But even worse than the loss of the $250 projection machine-which will soon be replaced- is that the fact that now the boys will never know how the film ended. The cause of the fire is ascribed to the ignition of a tightly wound film by Dr. Beatty, who can explain it all perfectly with his fingers.

Last week was a gala one of entertainments at the Base Hospital, for two shows were put on by members of the 152d Depot Brigade, which convinced the last doubter that the boys of the "Teapot" Brigade are versatile at other things besides fatigue work. The first attraction was a programme by the band, which fairly made the eagle scream. The musicians were abetted by several soloists of pronounced ability. Together with the Depot Brigade Quartet, who got going so strong it looked as if the audience would keep on listening to them till reveille.

Two nights later the Depot Brigade Minstrels hove in sight and presented an entertainment that would make the ordinary black face company blush through their burnt cork. For the names of all these distinguished performers consult last week's Trench and Camp.

JEWISH BOARD ACTIVE.

Jewish services for quarantined men were held in the Y.M.C.A. Building, 19th Street and Grant Avenue, Mr. J.A. Hyman welcoming the 600 or more men. "We are here in camp to serve everyone, regardless of creed or race." he said. The audience was urged to write home on Jewish Welfare Board stationary, so their parents will know Jewish work is being done here. Chaplains Carson, Eddy, Kerr and Wykoff were present. Chaplain Kerr urged that all Jews be good and true ones, and relize he privilege that is theirs in being of that race. Dr. Blechman, camp rabbi, also spoke.

Regular Jewish services in Church Headquarters , Friday 7-8P.M., and Saturday, 10-11A.M. Base Hospital services in Red Cross Building regularly Friday 5:45-6:30P.M. and Saturday 1-145.

MANAGER OF BROOKLYNS CO-OPERATING IN CONVERTING D.B. BALL FIELD INTO DIAMOND

Sod Being Brought, and Elevated Box and Grand Stand Included.

There are men whose age and responsibilities prevent them from enlisting in Uncle Sam's fighting forces, but who preform a big service nevertheless. One of these is C.H. Ebbets jr., Secretary of the Brooklyn Nationals. Not conten with entertaining the camp a couple of weeks ago, when he brought the Robins out here to play in a dust-storm, he is now working on a plan to turn the Depot Brigade ball field into a real diamond, a la big league, with grass infield, turtle back and grand stand.

In spite of the difficulties, sod has already been secured from Bellport, where Lieut. Blakesley, the brigade athletic officer has been scouting for desirable turf, and a sufficient quantity has already been brought in to make a good start on the job. The infield will be ploughed an about fifty loads of good soil carried in to give the pitchers box the right elevation. Mr. Ebbets jr. has already made four visits to camp, and when that fact that he is laboring under the same difficulties that most baseball managers are suffering from at the present time-loss of players, inability to fill clerical vacancies occasioned by the draft, and fluctuating gates in the big league games, &c.-is taken into consideration it will be seen that Mr. Ebbet jr. is making a big sacrifice to help Camp Upton. Mr. Ebbets jr. is nothing if not an optimist, and he smiles in the way a man who knows his business thoroughly as he discusses the difficulties ahead.

He has his own opinion of baseball players too, who take advantage of the vacancies in the munition plants to evade the draft, and discusses in no uncertain way these athletes who display a "yellow streak a mile wide" and go into hiding behind a job in a munition plant. He also emphasis upon the fact that the contracts of a big ball team for clean living on the plart of the players above all other things. "The rummies don't stay long in the game now." he remarked. While in the next breath he extolled the players who, like Cadore, the star pitcher, until recently at Upton, had accepted their responsibilities in the right spirit and were making good in the soldier game as well as on the ball diamond.

ENGINEERS NOW GUIDE TRUCKS UNERRINGLY

Life with the Engineers in the old civilian camp southwest of the main camp is becoming smoother and more orderly, since they have the hang of stumps and roads. All these talented gentlemen have become great boosters for Camp Upton. In the ranks are many who have been leaders among trainmen. Their engineering now is of big Pierce Arrow trucks which they guide about with the same unerring skill once shown in manipulating steam engines.

The Y.M.C.A. with the engineers is the popular gathering place, since its long way to the centre of camp, and every evening some attraction is presented by Mr. Corwin, the Secretary in charge. Recently the band of the 367th Infantry played themselves into the affections of the outlying dwellers. The ladies from Brooklyn who offer refreshment and entertainment on Saturday afternoons have also won gratitude from the hard world

MAY 27, 1918

Trench and Camp

May 27, 1918

Vol. 1 No. 34

Camp Building on 77 Jobs Is Total Over Half A Million

Work Varies in Size from $80 to $260,000, Says Major Hays

As a boy building centre, there are few places with any edge on Camp Upton these after-a-fashion balmy days, with seventy seven operations in process, ranging from $80 in cost to $260,000. The amount of work being done here now, according to Major Wills Hays, Constructing Quartermaster, totals over half a million dollars. And the ring of the hammer and rasp of the saw carry one back to the primeval days of August, 1917.

The Major projects now in process of being erected are as follows: Nine hay sheds at 302d Auxiliary remount Depot with a total capacity of 200,000 bales of hay cost $50,000; three motor trucks sheds for the motor truck companies on Second Avenue, with motor repair shop, cost $27,000; dental infirmary on Upton Boulevard, cost $27,000; dental infirmary on Upton Boulevard, cost $12,000: nurses home and convalescent wards at Base Hospital, cost $35,000; warehouses along the various sidings and elsewhere, total cost $114,000; barracks at the Base Hospital cost $260,000, grain elevator south of Second Avenue, near Eighth Street, with two gigantic bins, 45 by 50 feet, cost $20,000. Besides which are a number of smaller construction operations.

Beginnings Made on a Canvas City

Beginnings have been made on a Canvas City as part of Upton, and in an area just recently given over to the stump south of Second Avenue, the khaki rows and white rows of conical squad tents rear their bulk. Outgoing casuals have had the honor of being first quartered in Camp Upton’s first soldier tents for drafted men. There will be a larger number erected from time to time, and they will continue to spread their wings as the needs of new men require. Five hundred and sixty are to be put up in present allotment, erection of which is directed by Major W. E. Spear of the Quartermaster Corps.

About 5,000 men will thus be accommodated. The tents are the squad style each one housing eight men. They sleep on regulation cots. There are separate tents for messing, built long and low.

Gen. Bell Urges Whole-Hearted Loyalty On New Soldier-Citizens from 19 Countries

Thousand Men Secure Speedy Naturalization-303 in Big Ceremony

“Some army!”

And when Buck Private Bert. On the third row at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium last week for naturalization ceremony, allowed the foregoing to ooze from his chest, he murmured a mouthful. The celebration was one of the most significant ever held here. Soldiers in olive drab of nineteen countries and States, with right hands upraised swore on that day to protect and defend this country and to renounce all allegiances to any other. It was a public observation which in a Court Justice Joseph Morschaur of Poughkeepsie, has made over a thousand men here citizens. The ruling allowing this quick to take advantage for the men of his cantonment. By this process, a man simply had to secure a recommendation of loyalty from his Captain and with two witnesses appear at the naturalization court held at the Y.M.C.A. Hut. His petition was fled, and the next day he secured a certificate of citizenship.

Four Germans Cheered

The affair in the Y.M.C.A auditorium saw 303 men naturalized, including 42 citizens of enemy countries. When the thirteen Australians, first on the list, were called forward by James F. Richardson, clerk of Suffolk County, a big cheer went up. The quartet of German citizens, numbering a Sergeant, also drew a round of hearty applause. By countries, the 303 who participated in the demonstration were: Belgium 2; Denmark, 6; Great Britain, 73; Greece, 8; Italy, 84; Netherlands, 7; Norway, 7; Roumania, 2; Russian and Russian Poland, 75; Serbia, 3; Sweden, 11; Turkey (including Armenians and Syrians), 24; Portugal, 1; Montenegro, 1; Mexico, 1; Bulgaria,1. The hundreds of others who obtained papers run in like proportions. Among the subjects of Great Britain were a score or more West Indian Negroes of the 367th Infantry.

Gen. Bell made the address, and read from German sources the proof of German sources the proof of world principled on “might makes right.” In a short speech to the men naturalized from enemy countries he told them if they couldn't wholeheartedly support this country with their lives to even the extent of warning against their own kinsmen, they shouldn't become American citizens. “Stay where you are, if you can only be half loyal.” said the commander of the camp. Judge Morschauer in addressing the new citizen soldiers said they now have burned all bridges and must support the country to the full. “If you don't and if you haven't in your hearts the deepest spirit of true Americanism, you are traitors.” Muller F. Sturges represented the Bureau of Naturalization of New York and spoke briefly.

“The Star-Spangled Banner,” stirringly played by the Depot Brigade Band closed the programme, with the proud Americans all at a rigid soldierly salute.

Gently Come In by Thousands

Big Rookie Increment Is from Three States-Camp’s Future Character

Most of them seem to be gentleman rookies! Have you noticed-nice leather suit cases, creased pants ‘n everything! But they're rookies and willing, and will make great soldiers.

The largest draft increment since the early days have been to be blows in Thursday, and by now 15,000 or so are here in the Depot Brigade. A large bulk came from local boards in proportion was from three other States-Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut.

Just what is the future of the camp, especially affecting the rookies, isn't known. General Rumor is responsible for all sorts of conjectures-everything from a new division to training by battalions as replacement units for overseas.

Wedding for Eight Dwindles to Pair

Quadruple Soldier Nuptials Shrink, but One’s Successful

There was a deal of excitement and anticipation in camp on a recent Sunday over the prospect of a quadruple wedding ceremony of the Jewish Board for Welfare Headquarters Building. Word was received that one couple had gone to the city to be married there.

Then there was three.

Private Leon Squires of the Base Hospital and his intended, Miss Moroff, were the first candidates on the scene, but when the bride pretty but positive learned there was likely to be three weddings in one she demurred. The groom was disappointed as he wanted to wed immediately, but the women prevailed, and they will have to wait until Private Squires can get a pass to go to town.

Then there were two.

One of the remaining couples missed connections somehow and failed to appear at the trysting place.

Then there was one.

They were married-Private Jacob Endin, 34th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, and Miss Dora Platzeck of No. 156 South First Street, Brooklyn. It was an impressive Jewish ceremony and was performed under a canopy, with Rabbi Nathan Blechman officiating. The bride and groom, in true soldier fashion, drank from the wine glass, the traditional reception for Jewish ceremonies-grape juice.

From The Hill Tower

There are those who claim the Upton mosquito has had military training, especially in modern warfare-bombing, grenade throwing and gas. Merton asseverates that he was bitten in four places while asleep and helpless by a Mosq that should qualify as a Hun unteroflicitr. He has started reprisals. “Meet ruthlessness with ruthlessness,” claims Mert.

And then, adding further to the horror there are some delicate souls who can't sleep near Mosquito Bar without waking in the A.M. with a head and a dark brown taste.

The claim has been made that no mosquitoes are exempted because of that fleet. But there seem to be a few who are old and wise enough to have dependents.

And the salute is becoming practical in the extreme. From the salute position one can come without loss of motion to the “Slap Slap” position.

Letter-Writing “Angels,” Company Balls, Beauty Barrack Competitions, In the O.B. Potpourri

Letter from Depot Brigade Lad at Custer Reports on K.P.

The old battalions which have occupied sections of the Depot Brigade area for more than six months are now moving down to the camp proper, or, to quote from a certain Captain, “leaving the brigade and moving to Camp Upton.” Soon another batch of rookies will come and discover for themselves the joys of camp life, and the idiosyncrasies of army Sergeants.

Musical Paragraphs

The Charming personality and singing abilities of Miss Cynthia Kellogg, New York soprano, won her many soldier admirers last winter, and recently she played a return engagement, with 19th street Y.M.C.A. Hut, appearing there twice and singing for a number of prisoners.

Singer Pleases

Miss Florence Bucklin Scott of New York spent several days in camp during the past week and sang in most of the Y.M.C.A.’s and the Base Hospital. Her rich, mellow contralto voice gave great pleasure everywhere, and hundreds of soldiers encored each appearance.

Giffany Street Gang Says “Wot!”

They like Being Spoken to Like Gentleman-But Look Out, K. Bill!

(Pvt. S. Rose 34th Co., 152d D.B.)

Before goin’ further in this army game i wanna say jus’ a few words. Blowin’ me own horn ain't my game but I of got somethin’ on me chest and it’s gotta get off-see! Now I’ll admit right here I didn’t come out to this joint on me own free will, as you might say, but when I gets a special invite sayin’ t’ree times in black and white From The President to Sam Rose Greetin’s Greetin’s Greetin’s I just couldn’t stay away. That's what I call polite talk and ever they are that I'm a gent what appreciates bein’ spoke to like a gent.

Now that I'm down here I wanna tell you I’m gonna show this hear Hun crowd they pulled and awfullest bone that's ever been pulled when they got Uncle Samel’s nanny. Believe me they’ve, got the Giffany Street gang after ‘em now, them Huns have. I belong to that gang, too, see! And whatever we goes after we gets, see! Boy we’re so tough we season our chow with nails and we don’t use no handkerchiefs to wipe our nose. We use sand paper, see!

Dames and Dog Fights

“What did you think of the girl I had at the dance?” Harry Donnelly asked Sergt. Moses yesterday.

“All right,” agreed Mose. “But what was the matter with her?”

“Matter! Nothing was the matter!” replied Harry, a trife indignantly. “If she was anything like that dame you had along with you, I wouldn’t take her to a dog fight.”

A Tender-Skinned Rookie

Capt. Olsen of the 15th tells of a certain rookie who, when being reprimanded for not having shaved, replied that he was unable to shave, his skin being so tender that if bled. That reminds us of a little conversation that passed between another rookie and his commanding officer.

C. O.-”Aha, private, you haven’t shaved!”

Private-”Aha, I haven’t got a razor!”

C. O.-”Aha, there day’s kitchen police!”

Concerning “Dolphin” Again.

Lieut. Col. Dolph is not going to leave us just yet. The War Department order transferring him to one of the Southern camps has been held up, and “Dolphing,” the greatest of indoor sports, still continues in the Depot Brigade area. Col. Dolph stopped to interrogate a buck private on guard a few days ago and the private addressed him as “Lieutenant.”

“Lieutenant!” said and the Colonel; why don’t you call me Sergeant?”

First Company a Winner

The competition for the most attractive barrack area in the Depot Brigade has made the boys work hard on their areas, building rustic fences and arches and raising flowers and grass. The judges have decided in favor of the 1st Company, who put one over on the rest of the brigade, particularly their neighbors, the 3d Company, by sowing oats in the ground they had broken, raising a beautiful, healthy crop of the verdant green that put the hue of the woods to shame. The 3d Company was a close second.

Third Company Ball

The 3d Company ball, at Maennerchor Hall, 51st Street, was a big success, financially and socially. Part of Caslar’s Band provided the music and in the following vaudeville and cabaret artists performed: Marion and Davis, from the Alamo; Shanley Trio, from Shanleys Broadway and 43d Street; McCarthy Sisters singing and dancing; Miss Helen Brennen, Andrew Muddell, Miss Dreyfuss and Miss May Riley.

The McCarthy Sisters ten and twelve years of age, were the star act of the evening, singing and dancing. Miss Tessie Dreyfuss was a big act, weighing 200 pounds, with a voice in proportion to her size.

A pleasing feature of the evening was a presentation of a loving cup to Sergt. McMurray, whose platoon had done most to foster company spirit and had worked hardest for company spirit and had worked hardest for company entertainments and dances. The cup was presented by Mrs. Kline, company godmother, who in return was presented a bouquet of roses as a token of appreciation for her kindness. The success of the function was made possible by the co-operation of the company officers and by efforts of Sergt. Shanley and Mrs. Kline.

They Are “Some” in 32d Co. and They Aim at Fritz

That the 32d Company of the Depot Brigade is deserving of space in Trench and Camp is the conviction of Acting Corporal William J. Goff who commits the following personal observations to black ink:

“We have in our company a few very prominent fellows. Namely- Clarke Crystal Hoolahan (the Supply Boy). Gittleman, Blackford (Our dashing Sergeant-Top). Harrington & Gonzardi (two of the Best) and others too numerous to mention, they seem to be quite in demand in their respective duties that goes along with their rank-seems as though popularity has not bred discontent among the boys here-they are there.

“There is mystery surrounding the capacity in which our Acting Sergt. Jenson, one day it is say Sergeant-the next say Corporal, then again say Jenson-wonder where that boy stands in this company-he seems to be a jack-of-all-trades-but! We will admit he is there some and capable of holding down any position that he may be called upon to carry out. His is one of the cases of never-ending ambition to make the best of things and to attain all the laurels due him in this great conflict over the pond.

“All the boys are anxious to “Go over the Top” and show Fritz that the Yanks are there a few and if intentions go for anything Germany is beaten-by far, by far.”

T.S.O. Men from 29th Company Are Honored

Connecticut men in the 29th Company. Depot Brigade rallied recently to tell one another how well and contented they were in the new army life and to whisper the virtues of Sergt. Thomas L. J. Keyts. Privates Fred Feible, Albert L. Zeitung and Arthur Veronneau. They were the 29th’s contribution to the Fourth Officers Training School at Camp Custer, and the party honoring them was in the company's barrack. Talent was discovered in every direction when the committee turned here and there for “Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight.” Private Robert Pape; recitation, Private John Gorsky; “There's a long, long trail,” Private Andrew Leibler; fancy work on a mouth instrument, Private Frank Kordell; “Send Me Away with a Smile,” Private Phil Smith; selection. Private A. Barberi; “Goodbye, Good Luck, God Bless You,” Private William Corrigan; rag on the ivories, Private Abe Levine; “Homeward Bound,” Private Silverdollar and company; “I Love You” (Italian song) Privates Filosa and Barberi; “Joan of Arc,” Private Fred Angus; buck and wing dance. Private Collins; farewell remarks, Private Zeitung; speech by request. Sergt. T. Keyes.

Quartet to Help Fun at Famous C. & B. Mess

Arrangements have been made whereby the Medical Department Quartet, who have earned wide popularity in camp due to their fine melodious talent, are to entertain at the C. & B. Mess during supper hour. Sergt. Dan Caslar’s musicians will join.

George Quigly, Woody A. Wallace and William Wentworth, the men that are responsible for the good show at the C. & B. School, led by our veteran, Sergt. T. Y. Dennis, are very much enthused about cooking, especially in preparing foods for the members of their mess, and one may find a large variety of proper eatables which are appetizing and appreciated by all.

The slogan used by Sergt. Dennis, which reads, “The best none too good,” will tell at a glance that it is carried out to its fullest extent.

Sergt. Syd L. Gross

Needed Only Peanuts for This Base Show to Be Real Circus

Boys Wise, All Right, as to Nurse’s Duty toward “Bonds of Acrimony.”

From Trench and Camp’s Official Joy-Fill Administrator at the Base Hospital

Columbus didn't discover the base hospital. The state Women's War Relief did. Perhaps their discovery was even more important. A party from this organization gave an entertainment; in the Red Cross building one night last week and judging by the enthusiasm aroused one wouldn't have been surprised at a salute of seventeen guns for the entertainers after the show

It was a performance almost entirely by women for an audience composed entirely of men, but it got over, even better than a boxing match between a man and a kangaroo. Miss Grace Leigh, the leader of the unit, appeared in the organization's uniform and disarmed all hostility by her smile and the way she sang “What Could a Poor Nurse Do?” The members of the Red Cross bent their heads and pretended they didn't know the answer, but all the boys let out a whoop that showed they knew, all right, what the nurse ought to have done when the young hero asked her to assume the holy bonds of matrimony with him.

Paint Vaudeville and Music Mark Progress in the K. Of C, Activities

Ladies Continue to Bring Eats and Nimble Feet for Soldiers

(From K. of C. Headquarters.)

Keeping pace with the general trend of camp life, the K. of C. in camp has started its spring fixing up. In other words, they have had their buildings painted what is described on the barrels as a dark, rich brown, and the lawns in front of their buildings are now in course of transformation from arid wastes of sand to brilliant spots of green. The Upton Boulevard Headquarters still continues to bid for first honors as the most popular place in camp, and the verands will long be remembered by the men who take up life in a dugout as a little bit of heaven back home.

Sergeant Rises to Bring Mates Out Of Obscurity

Ever and anon and often Mosea rises up in some company and delivers his comrades from the clarion columns of the soldiers’ paper. This time it’s Sergeant McMahan, 4th Company, Depot Brigade, who remarks after this manner:

“To the editor of Trench and Camp-”Sir: Very little is heard about the 4th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Men may come and go, but the 4th Comp. will go on forever. Capt Cruger of the original 4th has gone across, but he it was who started the enthusiastic spirit among his men, selecting such leaders for non-coms as Sergt. Ward of Islip: Sergts. Warkenhut O’Hara and Reynolds of New York: Sergts. Moran and Burken of Brooklyn: Sergt. Wills of Bay Shore, and others. Capt Shurtleff, now commanding the outfit, takes great pride in it, and athletics, entertainment and other activities are given every encouragement. Recently a new draft was received and First for a Sergt. Warkenhut put on the power for an entertainment and assisted by Corpl. Ruby. And evening's programme was put on with great success. A novelty in the location of the party was introduced with the aid of lantern and other dark chasers, and the company street proved as good as a barrack. Some headliners in entertainment were introduced with Private Kiang and Stocker at the piano and Privates Martin Roach and Land as songsters. Monologues songs, boxing and stories figured. Sergt. Warkenhut gave a talk on company spirit introducing Capt. Ferris, who made some remarks on why we are here and the reason for going across. Ice cream and cake went big. Sincerely yours, “Sergt. M’Mahan.”

Alarm Clocks Passe Here- Rooster Now Waking the Cook

Chanticleer Helps Sun Get Up and Also John Prescott

The old army gag about alarm clocks is neither fresh nor funny in the casual barracks these days. For John Prescott, the energetic cook of the outfit, has thrown his alarm clock into the properly designed rubbish container and had bought instead a rooster. No imitation stuff- a live, red necked, crowing he-hen, with all the vocal ability of the proverbial chanticleer. The boys have objected somewhat to having another male in the barracks and would prefer Prescott to take on a hen, for its egg depositing possibilities. But the cook’s reason for maintaining the rooster on the mess roster is as practical as counting eggs, for it is acting as an awakener in the morning. And no alarms clock could be more prompt and effective. Ever A.M. at sharp chanticleer helps the sun get up with his clarion call and incidentally wakes John from the allurements of his bunk. The only drawback is Monsieur Rooster has no favorites and wakes the entire barracks with as much fervor and enthusiasm as he would give to a single personal call.

In its conjectured whether his fate will be that of the rooster-mascot of Company D, 307th Infantry. The lads who palled with that bird were enthusiastic about him at first, but he insisted on being cock of the walk and had to be suppressed. He appeared at mess one day, but without feathers.

Sport Authority Writes in Praise of “Benny’s” Exhibition Efforts

Our Own Champs Bit Brings Praise by Edgren Evening World

Telegraph word from Billy Gibson from Los Angeles is to the effect that Benny Leonard, Camp Upton’s boxing instructor, has been instrumental in raising $40,000 for Pacific Coast camp athletic equipment.

Writing recently in his sport column in The New York Evening World about Our Own Benny, Bob Edgren, famous sportswriter, says:

“Benny is doing his work for the War Department and doing first class work. Just now Benny is in California. He was detailed there by the bout with Johnny McCarty in a huge show given to a rises in the training camps. Benny was the great attraction in that show. When he appeared in the ring for the final bout the big crowd cheered him for twenty minutes. Out in California they appreciated what Leonard us doing for his country, whether our (probably teutonic) friend hiding under the alias “sport” appreciates it or not.

“The she took $23,000, which will buy boxing gloves, baseballs, footballs, &c., for the soldiers in training in Pacific Cast camps. Jimmy Coffroth, the old time promoter of boxing affairs, planned and conducted the boxing show, and all of Jimmy’s old friends helped. All the biggest men in San Francisco were present, from the Mayor Dow. There were decisions in every bout, and Willie Ritchie on the semi-final and Benny Leonard won the final.

“Leonard may appear in another contest, and may even take one bout for himself, with the full permission of the commission, which isn't at all lacking in appreciation of Benny’s services. Leonard was able to go to the Coast to take part in the army show there at this time because with the newly drafted troops just settling down to work at Upton there is less boxing than there will be a little later, when the men are in the full swing of it.

“When Benny comes back and all the camp is boxing, he will be the busiest fellow in New York State. The last division at Upton kept Benny boxing harder than any man ever boxed before. It is a plain fact that some days he boxed more than fifty rounds. And they were not easy rounds for him, because his pupils were always free-and very-willing to cut loose, while Champion Benny Leonard felt at liberty only to defend himself as best he could. There were few days when Benny couldn't show a discolored eye or a cut lip or a black lump on the end of his chin. Benny ‘took ‘em’ at Upton. He never had to ‘take ‘em’ in the ring.”

Commanding General Praises Private for Bringing Noted Stage Artists’ Entertainment to Camp Upton

In a Semicircle on Liberty Stage, Stars Hear of Democratic Army

The rookie in the precarious packed last row of the Liberty Theater gasped and choked with emotion that could not be uttered.

“Lordy Bill,” he whispered hoarsely to his bunkie. “Who they gonna bring out next, Charley Chaplin or President Wilson!”

And it was rather difficult to gauge what would be the brilliancy of the next star to take the boards when the recent all-star “Private Berlin to Gen. Bell.” show was given to an audience that packed every corner of the spacious camp theater. To begin with Grant Mitchell, star of “The Tailor-Made Man,” walked right out in reg’lar non-stage clothes and in a chummy sort of way began talking as if he knew everyone in the place. He said the names easily, but to the ear of the rook of the rear row, as he told off the next number with easy familiarity, it was hard to keep from thinking it a dream. The show was the none-plus-ultra everyone a star bill, and those who delighted alike brigadiers and low privates were all volunteers. Their names: Jazz band from Ziegfelds “Midnight Frollie,” Lillian Loraine and the victory Chorus from the “Frolic,” tiny Catherine and Jane Lee of moving picture fame, Harry Fox, Vivienne Segal and Carl Randall, the Dooley Brothers, Miss Adele Rowland and Ralph DeCosta, Dorothy Jordan, who sang our own Dan Caslars new song hit, “Yo San;” the six Brown Brothers, Fred Ston, Fay Bainter and “The Kiss Burglar” chorus, Al Jolson, Ann Pennington, Frisco Eddie Cantor, Will Rogers and Irving Berlin and the Yaphank chorus.

And that Yaphank chorus with Berlin and the soloist composer, was no ham outfit. They sang the song herewith given with half a dozen pianos in the hands of soldier ivory-beaters and a chorus of sixteen lusties.

Then came the real number. Gen. Bell was asked to come upon the stage and called immediately all the participants in the show. They fled out in regular clothes again and ranged themselves in a timid semi-circle, facing this veteran with the two stars on his shoulder. The General thanked them for their generosity in coming down, told them some of the things in the democratic army, and ended by paying tribute to Private Berlin, who had arranged the show. The proceeds are to go toward the equipping of two officers barracks for the use of Liberty Theater entertainers.

Major Gen. Bell to Private Irving Berlin

“To this man you owe your gratitude for this splendid performance of the stage stars. In the National Army he is Private Berlin, but in private life he's a Prince, and I would be glad to exchange salaries with him.

“This great new army of ours is not alone to make the world safe for democracy; it is actually creating democracy. In the ranks of this organization the banker is hod-carrier has his fine qualities. And the hod-carrier is learning that not every plutocrat is a satrap in shoulder-straps.”

Many Attend Special Jewish Service Here

(From Jewish Board for Welfare Work Headquarters)

Due to the courtesy and consideration of Gen. Bellos issuing the order in reference to the Feast of Pentecost, the seats and aisles of the Camp Chapel on Upton Boulevard were filed at 6.30 a.m. recently with Jewish soldiers eager to celebrate the holiday commemorating the giving of the law of Mount Sinai. It was necessary to hold another service at 7.30 for the large number which had been unable to secure places for the earlier, making the total attendance 600 men. The memorial exercises the following were equally successful.

Candy and Lemonade Day was another celebration recently for a number of boys. The Patchogue ladies arrived early fully armed with lemonade and cake and began serving at 8 in the afternoon. The supplies much to the ladies astonishment, lasted only a half hour. To keep themselves busy an opening was effected into a supply of candy that had arrived in the morning. Five hundred pounds were distributed at the Jewish Board at the Y.M.C.A. and K. of C. huts, which acted as distributing centres. Barracks which were apprised of what was going foreward sent individual representatives and the stump-pullers, several hundred strong, were marshalled to the feast by the Lieutenant immediately after retreat.

More Upton Definitions

Old age Pension-Equivalent to the fare paid for a trip to N.Y. on the L.I.R.R.

Depot-Brigade-The first overnight stop on the journey to B-n. A state of mind. Where Regular Army Sergeants call rookies “Hides.” One of America’s most popular Allies. The place that is rumored to have declared a separate peace with Germany.

Sunday-A synonym for Homemade Pie. The day when every man who expected a pass gets K.P. The only time inspection isn’t necessary.

Salary-What every private got in unlimited quantities-from a thousand a week, up-before coming into the army.

Bevo-A liquid substance concocted of ninety per cent. Imagination. Something that has no authority over the stomach.

Upton Boulevard-The only street in the U.S.A. where the automobile is not feared by the pedestrian.

Australian Pianist Here

One of the most talented young men who has yet stopped from the L.I.R.R. into Camp Upton to begin training as a soldier is Frank Conway, the famous Australian pianist, who has for several days been quartered at No. 225 15th Street. In concert work Private Conway has achieved big success, and has been latterly working at the Palace in New York. His new mates have set an enthusiastic stamp of approval on his playing at Y huts since his arrival.

We Live at Upton with Major Gen. Bell

Words and music by Private Irving Berlin and introduced in compliant to Gen. Bell at recent all-star entertainment at the Liberty Theatre.

We kissed the folks goodbye

And heaved a parting sigh

Then congregated at our local boards;

They sent us on our way,

We shouted “Hip Hooray,”

Loud enough to strain our vocal chords;

Now we’re with the happy, scrappy mob,

Each and every one of us on the job.

Chorus

We live at Upton with Major Gen. Bell,

When we’re preparing to give the Kaiser hell-wow!

Upton is not what you’d call a modern hotel,

But what do we care as long as we’re there.

With Major Gen. Bell.

Ladies Bring Food and Feet

On Saturday, the camp Upton Auxiliary of the K. of C., an organization of young women who have been paying periodic visits to Camp Upton, again came down laden with good things to eat, and some fifty pairs of nimble feet, ready to twinkle over the North Carolina pine floors of the K. of C. buildings. The auxiliary has now undertaken to build extensions to the K. of C. buildings.

Vaudeville Every Sunday

The new structure now being erected upon the site of the ill-fated Fifth Street building is very near completion. It is hoped to have it in operation by Sunday. This club house will measure 28 by 100 feet, and will later be used as a recreation room when the new assembly room is put up.

By arrangements made through the Stage Women’s War Relief Committee the K. of C. Will have an all-star vaudeville show for every Sunday night beginning next Sunday. This will make Sunday the busiest day of the week at the K. of C. club houses. The programme calls for a band concert in the afternoon, dancing in the evening, followed by a vaudeville show, which may suitably be given on a Sunday. The selection of this night was made necessary by the fact that those who have volunteered their services are engaged in their professional duties on other evenings.

Rising To Remark

Trench and Camp, rises to respark, and when rising to remark it’s difficult to keep a bit of boasting from sliding in, between the lines of course.

This time it’s about the cartoons-the “art” features of this soldier’s paper. You’ve noticed them, of course, Jack Kelly’s weekly reviews of life hereabouts that fit with grace into the best humor of the best-(don’t mention it. Jack!) And Emanuel Davie’s stuff, and Mill Gross’s, and, oh yes, that combo of poetry and pen-sketching done by Jack Kelly and Lou Sheinman, the Gifted Duo of the personnel office. But why dilate!

Oh yes, you are mailing T. and C. after a thorough reading to the home folks? A one-cent stamp and-

American Army Leads in Keeping down Disease

The American Army now sets the world standard for holding down the disease percentage. This statement is made by no less than authority Major General William C. Gorgas, surgeon general of the United States Army.

Until the American Army forged its way to first place, the standard was set by the Japanese.

The occasion of General Gorgas’ remarks was a recent and unexpected visit that he made to the Chicago Stockyards. There he expressed himself as satisfied with the meat that was being prepared for delivery to the Expeditionary Forces.

General Gorgas said further; “The health and sanitary conditions in the American army camps and among the men called to service are satisfactory. Personal disease among the men in the army is about the same as civil life. We are doing better than the armies of Europe; but we should do better because we have had the record of their experiences to guide us.”

“Send your Money Home; Keep Your Health Abroad.”

Permission was recently given by the War Department to place Red Triangle Secretaries on board the transports. Each secretary carries with him a set of thrift promotion material produced for the purpose which includes:

1. An animated Thrift cartoon film. 2. A set of 33 colored lantern slides for lecture purposes. 3. A set of twenty announcement slides. These slides show the soldier that because 93 out of 100 men expect to return, according to Secretary of War Baker, they must “Prepare to live.” by saving not only their money, but their muscles, their minds and their morals.

Several of these slides with proper illustrations read as follows;

“Men by the millions will go overseas expecting to fill a hero’s grave. But Secretary of War Baker sat 14 out of every 15 will return. Prepare to Live.”

“Send your money home, keep your health abroad. You’ll need both after the War. Prepare to Live.”

“One scrap is enough. Save now and prevent a struggle later. Prepare to Live.”

“You have a date with opportunity after you have finished Frits. Save while serving. Prepare to Live.”

“Help keep the home fires burning. Send some of your pay home to the folks. Prepare to Live.”

If a man with one arm is willing to lend a hand in winning the war, surely a one legged man can’t kick.

No, Steven, the smartest men are not in the Intelligence Department.

Some civilians are doing their bit by getting up an hour earlier.

Don’t forget Uncle Sam has fingerprints of some of the best poker players in the country.

When Sydney was asked if he had any birthmarks he pointed to his nose.

Some fellows WORKING on the road from the station stopped their arduous labor to watch a batch of “cits” coming in for their first job, and of course had to ask them how long they were in for.

George’s former wife went through a serious operation. She had her allotment cut off.

The draft has shown up the fact that a majority of the boys are over developed in some part of their anatomy. Proper development is attained by most of them, however. The exceptions are usually the fellows with an enlarged cranium.

Former milkmen don’t mind reveille.

If you can touch your toes without bending your knees, you can find it easy to open the window and throw your chest out.

Any spirit is the proper spirit.

The Observer

Fame of 3d Reaches Custer

Writing from Camp Custer, Mich., Sergt. Bogard, better known as Charley, the popular late company clerk of the 3d company, says: “The fame of the 3d Company was known even here, for as a criterion for those who were to receive the honor, some of the boys of our outfit were detailed on the initial fire guard and kitchen police. Of course your humble servant was one of the picked men, and all we had to do, in addition to the Camp Upton K. P. duties was to wash crockery for the entire company of 250 men, and also wait on table. No fellow has said that he wished he was back at Upton, they all take it out in praying.”

Sergt. Bogard goes on to say that the men picked for the O. T. C. are a great bunch, and that the mess, which is managed entirely by the Q. M. Corps, is fine. He also sends his regards to the boys of the Depot Brigade ball team, on which he had played shortstop.

These Letter Writing “Angels”

Sergt. Olsen the 3d Company was told of a charming little girl in the “Bronix” who wished to write to a soldier. Sergt. Shanley described her an “angel,” and Sergt. Olsen began to correspond with her. Being O. O. L. on the pass propositions, it was four weeks after the writing of the first letter, during which period he corresponded almost daily before he was able to get into town to see the lady. Last Saturday night in company with the versatile Shanely, he met the lady, and was formerly introduced. She wore a hat well down over her face, which eased the shock a little, but when poor Olsen got in a position to get a good “close up” of the lady’s “Physog.” he was seized with a very strange feeling of faintness and nausea, and excused himself, leaving Shanley to explain to the lady that Olsen was often seized with violent spasms.

The next time Shanley saw Olsen in the mess hall he said: “That was a nice trick, leave a girl like that. You should get to know that girl, and you’ll find that she has a most wonderful charm of manner and a fine personality.”

“Well, she needs something to help her live through it, with a map like she’s got,” said Olsen, and then he solemnly swore never to fall again for any of these expert letter writers.

The Way They Do It Now

They used to stroll up to the desk, hang down their two bits on the counter, gaze abstractedly at the Young Men’s Secretary and say “Three threes, and make it snappy, so-and-so, you bigham!” Now when they need stamps they throw back their shoulders, March briskly to the…

Pershing’s Veterans

Fifty of General Pershing’s veterans came to this country to assist in promoting the Third Liberty Loan.

As they made their way through the streets of New York and other cities throughout the country, there were constant exclamations from the crowds that saw them. Everyone was impressed with their soldierly bearing.

But there was something more than more physical attractiveness about these men. There was an expression on their faces that betokened a new spirit. Everyone who saw them sensed this. What was it that gave them this proud bearing? It was not the acclaim of an enthusiastic people. Sometimes this serves to unnerve rather than to thrill. Emotion gets the better of men as they see the familiar sky line and walk with people to whom they had said goodbye, a farewell that might have been their last.

The experience that transformed these men was the experience that all of the men of the great Army of the United States are facing.

They have learned how to obey, not as unwilling tools of a despotic government; but as soldiers of the common good. They have learned their characters have been developed. The American army is a great school for character.

The great principle of the draft, the democratic principle of the draft, has called men from all walks of life and thrown them into a melting pot. There the dross has been consumed and the gold refined.

Some men who would not have recognized a tooth brush were put in the same tents with men who gazed at them in pitying curiosity. The uncouth soldier thought the careful “bunkie” almost womanish in his care of his person. And he did not hesitate to say so. But the influence of the clean man and the offensiveness of uncleanliness in close quarters told their tale. The uncouth man brushed his teeth. The reflex of his experiment in cleanliness was that he began to take pride in his appearance. Thus the first lesson was well learned.

The tenderly reared man who had nothing but contempt at first for his uncouth tent-mate saw that his neighbor had a code of honor all his own. The uncouth man would not steal; he had contempt for the liar. The man who had been so very careful of his appearance began to examine himself. There was much that he was forced to admire. Forced to admire in the other man, much that he felt he must emulate if he were to win the other man’s esteem. So he began setting his own house in order.

Together the tent-mates learned some of life’s most valuable lessons. They became fast friends. On the battlefield new qualities were discovered in each. War makes strange bedfellows, but the melting pot sizzled.

The well-bred man and the back woodsman had much in common when they thought they were farthest apart. Both of them resented the undue assumptions of authority by the top sergeant. He was too autocratic entirely. But the day came when the top sergeant showed that he was willing to go through fire to save the men that he had berated.

The newly graduated young officer was the especial balt of the men he commanded. On his faulting there was a common meeting ground. His day of testing came too. It was not on the battlefield. It was on the drill ground when a maneuver was improperly executed. The young officer took all the blame and told his captain that the fault was improper instruction. He swallowed hard as he said it. But the captain understood and walked away without further comment.

As the men dismissed to their company street the top-sergeant called for three cheers for their erst- while common enemy. The young subaltern turned sharply and said “Silence!”

But the great lesson had been learned. They were all men, each engaged in a man’s job. Out there distinctions of rank, nothing more. Underneath the uniform of every one was the heartbeat of a man.

Rank meant authority; authority implied expected obedience; and because, in the great melting pot, each had learned to appraise the other rightly the obedience was rightfully given.

Thus was the spirit of the new army called into being. Thus it was that men’s heads became more erect and backs more straight. Thus it was that American soldiers went into battle, each man realizing that he had his own part to play and that his own part was as important in the circumstances in which it was cast as was the other man’s.

This tells why the Pershing veterans thrilled Broadway and touched the heart of America. They had come into consciousness of their manhood.

Gov’t Wants All Homes Kept Open to Soldiers

There should be no let-up in the home hospitality so magnificently shown American soldiers by people throughout the country, according to Raymond B. Fosdick, chairman of the War Department Commission on Training Camp Activities.

Mr. Fosdick’s statement was made in denial of a magazine story in which the writer said the time had come for “the public to keep ‘hands off’ the men in the service.” The articles also stated that “over 90 percent” of the social functions provided by war camp communities take the form of late-hour dances, which impair the physical vitality of the men in service. Mr. Fosdick also empathetically denies this statement.

“Man power will win the war, and we depend upon the American home in conserving this power,” says Mr. Fosdick. “As President Wilson has soldiers leave Americas, and their efficiency on the battle fronts of Europe, will be vitally affected by the character of our military training camps.”

“The time has no more come for the public to keep hands off the men in service’ than the time has come to stop conserving wheat or supporting government loans,” Says Mr. Fosdick. “To say that it has a direct contradiction of the Government’s policy. The preservation of normal social relationships between the people and the men in training is an essential part of our military program. It is under Government supervision and is being done by the War Camp. Community Service outside camps with equal effectiveness as the work of the Y.M.C.A. and Knights of Columbus inside the camps.

“It is not true that the ‘entertainment of the men in service in private homes has resulted to the detriment of the men instead of to their benefit.” There has been no change in the attitude of the Government toward home hospitality. In fact, with hundreds of thousands of men pouring into training camps, the Government desires more than ever that the people of America continue to offer to them the wholesome influences of their homes.

“Naturally in the entertainment of thousands of men in private homes there have been some instances of hospitality overdone or taken advantage of. Some women, unwisely, have flooded soldiers with sweets and unnecessary ‘comforts’ and have written doleful letters to their boys. These things and the ‘godmother’ idea are justifiably discouraged. But a sharp distinction should be drawn between pink-tea sentimentally toward the soldier and the organized hospitality which is supervised by the Government.”

Answering the assertion that “over 90 percent of the social functions provided for the men outside of the camps have taken the form of dances which, keeping until all hours, impair the physical vitality of the men,” Mr. Fosdick says:

“This is mere speculation. Dances do not constitute an overwhelming proportion of the recreation program. Athletic meets, community sings concerts, church socials, automobile rides, home hospitality and many other forms of entertainment are provided. Dances almost always take place Saturday nights-not often enough to impair their vitality.

Confessions after Telling Nurse

Miss Leigh sang several other patriotic songs in a way that would almost take the curse off “Die Wacht Am Rhein.” In fact she made such a pronounced hit that the boys kept egging her on, until finally she had to blush clear back to her wisdom teeth and confess, “I don’t know any more!”

After that, the boys reluctantly let her alone and gave Miss Eleanor Huber another chance to “carry on” with her monologue sketches, which were all the more enjoyable because you felt they dealt with absurd people you knew, but never with you. The boys in particular took to the story describing the young housewife buying meat, which indicated that they’ll be able to do the family shopping when Women Suffrage gets going strong.

Peanuts All Needed For Circus

Miss Alice Dahler, clad in the clown’s dress of a Pierrot, did a dance representing a circus, so that all you needed was a bag of peanuts to feel quite at home. Also, Miss Ruth Benton trilled several songs pleasantly, while Miss Helen… ( Article is cut off) ...pianists made the necessary tricks with the piano, last of all came the male section of the entertainment, displaying one of the most elastic chests ever stretched behind the footlights. It belonged to Mr Underwood, who said he was fifty-seven years old, but was either trying to deceive the Germans as to his military strength or else was put through the same vulcanizing process of rubber heels.

He stepped stiff-legged from a chair on a table to the floor without even disturbing the part in his hair; he broke world’s record in the running high kick, also kicking two objects simultaneously when they were held high in the air and far apart, and altogether he indulged in calisthenics that must have rearranged his internal system considerably. A word of merit should also be bestowed on his talented assistants, Privates John Blumenthal and Charles Weschrob, who acted as if falling on their faces was the most natural thing they did.

Bizarre Screens Help

The attractiveness of the show was enhanced by the unique background of screens set up by the Red Cross Workers, so bizarre that it was no wonder Private Leo Ruggeri asked when the hall was empty. “Who’s giving the exhibition here?” After the performance there was dancing with Sergt. Maxwell Klein in the thick of the fray as scout master.

Sergt. Klein, by the way, now has the nerve to declare that he had nothing to do with the recent movie blaze at the Red Cross Building, and in fact wasn’t there at all. Trench and Camp, however, still sticks to its version of the story, despite libel suits Sergt. Klein may institute for being represented as the hero of the blaze.

Most Lovers Pleased

On Tuesday last Signor Alfredo Randegger and Mrs. Randegger gave a song recital at the Auditorium which brought to that place most of the music lovers in camp. Signor Randegger is a concert pianist of considerable note and varied an interesting programme by reading extracts from the letters of his nephew, the late Lieut. Randegger, recently of the Italian Flying Forces, who was killed while flying over the Tyrol. Mrs. Randegger was charming in rendering groups of Italians and French lullabies and war songs.

The recent influx of men greatly crippled the Knights of Columbus supply stationary, but the last three days the Q. M. trucks have been busy bringing in huge boxes and the K. of C. men are again smiling.

The Country’s Glory Is in Their Eyes

By A.L. Miller

Publisher of the Battle Creek (Mich.) Enquirer News

We who grew up from the edge of the Civil War grew up in belief that the glory of the Country was in the past.

There had been days of old when knights were bold, but they were the old days. As for the president, it was as shy on the glorified opportunity as it was on hostile Indians. It was finished, trimmed, and enclosed in a whitewashed fence of settled peace and order.

So, we of the “seventies” and “eighties” watched the Decoration Day parade go by!

We know better now.

The glory of the country is now, and hereafter. Boys who were playing marbles in the street a little while ago are in a greater adventure now than men ever took part in before; and they are coming back to a bigger work of planning and building and developing and governing than the controlling powers of a country’s citizenship ever did before.

The reason we who stay at home are confident is not because of the consciousness of an adequate strength within ourselves, for we know the job is too big for that-the war job and the job after the war. Our confidence is part of the tremendous thrill we get from fellows in khaki-officers and men.

We have known they would have courage. No one ever doubted the American soldier would have that. We didn’t know that in the mass they would each have such character-we hadn’t reasoned quite that far.

Character they have.

We of the cantonment cities who know them as near neighbors and daily companions know that. Our joy is in the certainty that not alone they will finish the job “Over There”-with the help that all of us who stand expect to give them-but that they will come back to properly do the work which is waiting for them over there.

They who save the Nation must return to guide the nation.

And we look them over, officers and men, and thank God for the certainty that both jobs will be well and safely done-done by American gentlemen.

An army that had muscle and nerve might drive the kaiser back. But the army that makes America safe, now and hereafter, must have ideals, must be clean, and must have strength of mind and soul as well as of body.

For this army must live for the flag, hereafter, as well as fight for it now.

To those of us who see the army at close hand there comes, a hundred times a day, the assurance that this army will “do!”

We thought the glory of the country was in the past.

And all at once, the crisis of all times, and-tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching, and the country’s glory is in their eyes.

The Kaisers Battle

Whenever success crowns German effort-the Kaiser did it.

As the great battle on the Western front was launched and the pressure of the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Prussian hordes forced the Allies to give ground-the Kaiser did it.

The newspapers of the Empire stirred by the first signs of success- or to put it less poetically but more truthfully, prodded by German bayonets-gave glowing accounts of the Kaiser’s battle.

The War Lord was pictured as standing on an elevation-far removed from the scene of the battle, of course-and studying the movements in close detail through a powerful glass. Also he was pictured as weeping crocodile tears and exclaiming with an agony of woe in his voice, “What have I not done to prevent all this?”

Then the tide of battle turned. The newspapers still called it the Kaiser’s battle, but they looked about for someone to blame for crossing the signals.

The mad War Lord was quick to recognize the turn in the tide of battle, even though he did not venture far forward. “I must not lose,” he exclaimed, and calling two or three generals emphasized his resolve. “I must not lose. I cannot lose. I will make a new attack-send some new divisions.”

So the new divisions were sent, and slaughtered. Again the Kaiser called the general officers, “I will attack again-send more divisions,” he said.

His mental processes were much like those of a New York City Editor who, sending a reporter to interview a famous man, learned that the reporter had been very rudely ejected. The reporter complained that he had been kicked down the steps. “Go back again,” said the City Editor, “no one can intimidate ME!”

The Kaiser’s literal application of his statement, “I will attack” was to give the order, “Send some new divisions.”

But the reinforcements were unavailing. And the Kaiser drawing his mantle about him, like the villain of the piece, said to his generals, “I am going away: but I will return.”

Emissaries ran ahead and told the newspaper editors that they must stop calling it Kaiser’s battle. The Kaiser had nothing to do with it. Whoever told them it was his battle, anyway? It is Ludendorff’s battle anyway? It is Ludendorff’s battle, or Hindenburg’s. Now it is lese majeste, or something awful like that, to refer to “the great drive” as the Kaiser’s.

Soon a minor engagement may go in favor of the Prussians. The Kaiser will be hurriedly summoned to exclaim, “I and Gott have done this.”

A Day of Re-Consecration

President Wilson’s proclamation urges upon the people of the United States the observance of Memorial Day “with religious solemnity.”

The President comes from the South. His mind has spanned the years to those observances of this day. Then it was a holy day, not a holiday. Families that had loved and lost made pilgrimages to the graves of those that had given their all to the best they knew and strewed them tenderly with flowers.

In 1868, General John A. Logan. Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the republic set aside the thirtieth of May “for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades.” So the North and the South joined in the same form of observance.

New generations came. To them the day was a day of rest and recreation, a day of sport and festivity.

To them the President’s proclamation is an educating force. It calls them to an understanding of the reasons for the observance. Surely they will do as he asks, and go to the churches “with offerings of fervent supplications to Almighty God for the safety and welfare of our cause, His blessings on our arms, and a speedy restoration of an honorable and lasting peace to the nations of the Earth.”

In far-off France and Flanders devoted women of France and Belgium will decorate the graves of sons of America who have died for their cause and ours.

Here in America let the keynote be re-construction, not recreation; reconsecration of all that we have and are that righteousness may usher in a reign of peace; reconsecration of all that we have and are to insure that righteousness as a prelude to that peace.

The North and the South have met. They join in a common observance, no longer sectional, nor even national; but presaging the parliament of man, the federation of the world.

What A Women Saw and Heard In an American Training Camp

(This is the second and concluding installment of a descriptive story about Camp Kearny written especially for Trench and Camp by a clever and observant feminist writer. The first installment was printed last week.)

By Ruth Durkes

Editor of the Daily Trojan, University of Southern California

I wanted to borrow an ambulance in which to go out to the remount depot and the hospital, but we couldn’t leave the Ford. I really should have felt much after in the ambulance, as the editor had never before driven a Ford. But the ambulance was held in reserve. Finally we got the thing started, nearly running through a kitchen instead of reversing.

My most vivid impression of the remount depot is of being stalled in Sadie on a steep ‘dobe hill, with hundreds of mules’ rudley looking on from surrounding corrals. Being stuck on the hill side might have been worse, but everywhere I went there were mules’ eyes staring at me. I’ve ridden horses ever since I was a kid, but mules- We left.

There we breezed out to the base hospital, the sight of which revolutionized my idea of hospitals. About ten bungalows and hundreds of tents had been set up some distance from camp. Some of the buildings were on stills.

The Puzzling Fence

Two of the hospital buildings were fenced in with barbed wire like New England pastures. Was it to keep the Germans out or the Germs in?

Twenty rookies at the recruit camp were lined up to get the shots in the arm. Aside from these twenty the place seemed like a deserted mining camp. The bunch waved in salute as we dismounted. Poor things! They hadn’t seen a girl in so long that I-even I-was worth looking at. Everyone looked home-sick. Five were isolated in a tent out near the road because a comrade had been so inconsiderate as to get the measles. With nothing to do except eat and sleep, they crabbed because they would be ignorant of drill when vacation was over.

That evening as we ate dinner at the Hostess House I watched the boys file in. It was worth living just to see their sturdy, straight figures and the air of good comradeship. The hostess told me the crowd wasn’t so big as usual, because it was just before pay-day and everyone was broke. One fellow pulled out his purse and showed me proudly that he was still eighty cents to the good. I was glad he didn’t have to pay for my dinner.

We went to an entertainment in a Y hut. The hall was overflowing with soldiers, yelling and whooping like a bunch of cowboys or a crowd at a football rally. They told me this particular crowd had a reputation for being the toughs of the camp. It may be so, but I never saw a more responsive audience at any grand opera than this crowd of Mexicans, Slavs, and Russians-Americans. Two enlisted men were on the program-both with splendid voices. Old songs were most popular. As they sang there wasn’t a man in the room without that faraway look in his eyes. Yes, they remembered-too well.

At another building the movies were “on.” The girl and the hero were cast upon a desert isle. The plot was quite original. The girl wore one of those filmy, flimsy back-to-nature costumes that are always in style, while the hero wore a coat-and kept it on while the night breezes played o’er the isle.

“Why don’t you give her your coat?” called a deep voice.

“He’s German,” came from the other side of the room, followed by a roar of laughter. Through it all the fellows talked to the screen characters.

Inspection Fascinating-Perhaps

I missed reveille the next morning. The M.P. “loot” wasn’t in when we phoned about a pass to visit the trenches. Two hours later he had not arrived. Why not go without one? We did. Out on the parade grounds two companies of infantry were being inspected for a long hike. Everything they possessed was set forth that the hawk-eyed captain might criticise and swear at the meek and submissive private. “We watched inspection until I knew what kind of razors the boys used, and until I could mimic the captain’s favorite hands-on-hips attitude and what-the-’ell-are-you-doing-here stare so well that I wanted to inspect the company myself.

We trudged along some way further without meeting any guards. Over in the field we saw some soldiers picking up stones and throwing them as far as they could. Suddenly they all ran back and put on their gas masks, and then threw some bombs that exploded and gave forth a white smoke. I was getting real excited and was going to root for them when a tall officer in British uniform, who was standing on a little knoll, called out:

“Will you people please move back ten yards from this fortress?”

I didn’t see any fortress, and thought that an undisciplined way to speak to the men. But it was all just as real to him as a snow fight when you’re ten. It wasn’t long before one soldier detached himself from the mass and marched toward us. No passes? Sorry, but no civilians allowed. Good morning.

On the way from the “fortress” we saw some bayonet practice which made me shudder. If those dummies had not been painted with such ridiculous faces. It would have seemed like practice in the art of murder. But when I thought of the Germans I wanted to yell, “Go to it!”

Compensations of Youth

Then we went over to call on the general in command and his chief-of-staff. The chief-of-staff was not in to issue me a pass, so I sat down and gave the general, another general friend of his and all the colonels and majors the “once over.” They certainly were a fine looking crowd. I think I like lieutenants and captains better the colonels and majors. Though. For one thing, they are younger.

We rode into the back country, where some of the infantry and artillery gone to live under field conditions. I believe they say they are going on a hike.

We turned off the main road and bumped along a muddy trail.

“Look at that field,” said the driver.

I looked, but saw nothing different from the fields that we had passed all along the way. A fairly level stretch, with here and there a rise of ground-all rough country, much sagebrush. No, nothing unusual. I decided. We passed one succession of knolls and stopped.

“Now look,” he said.

The backs of the knolls were similar to the backs of the movie sets. The stage had been set to bring up the guns.

“Camouflage” said I, Columbus like, elated at my discovery. He nodded assent.

They certainly used a lot of chicken wire, I thought, and then to cover it all with weeds! Well, it would fool the Germans, all right, until they got within range, and then-God have mercy on them, the guns would not.

On the opposite hillside the doughboys came rushing over the top of the trenches. “Over the top!” That was what it meant. Then, after investigating the temporary camp until we met a guard, we went back to camp and visited the stockade. The sign “Not Wanted,” was hung out here also, and the sentry in the little tower sent us away before we had time to peep through the fence.

What it’s All About

Here is what the casual visitor sees in your camp. Practical out-of-door work. Best of training in physical and mental alertness. The sanest life in the world. Advancement according to ability. Men learning to stand straight, to obey authority, to work hard and play harder. To earn a lottle (that’s unfortunate), and to spend a little (that isn’t). To take things as they come-nobody knows what fate or the Government will hand out, so why worry? Adventure strange lands, strange faces-excitement, glory, and honor-all these he looks forward to.

So what more could the soldier want? Just this: Home.

Home and all it means to a man-freedom to come and go at will; mother sweetheart, wife, child. A man may be wanderlust incarnate, may love nothing better than a good fight-occasionally. But what is the good fight for? To come back home and tell about.

When the soldier has gone through the sort of fighting the German makes us go through-the twisted, unnatural distorted fight, where anything goes and victory is to the crafty; where one uses unnatural weapons, gas, fire, poison, against an unnatural enemy-the thing that will make it worthwhile is just the thing that camp and army life lacks-home.

To keep the home is what this war is for. It’s the biggest job, the best job, men ever had to do.

Snappy Overseas Cap Wins Permanent Place

The jaunty little overseas cap has won a permanent place in the equipment of the American troops. It is now a part of the uniform of officers and men. Models of the approved design are now deposited with the Chief Quartermaster, American Expeditionary Forces, in France.

For enlisted men the design calls for a cap of 20-ounce olive drab cloth, or heavier. There is no show of color on the cap and the stiffening of the flap is of the same color as the cap itself. When soldiers have been provided with the cap their field service hats will be taken up by the nearest quartermaster depots.

The officers’ cap is of the same model as the enlisted men’s, but the material is the same as that of the officers’ uniform. Officers up to general officers will wear stiffening at the edge that corresponds to the color of the service to which they are assigned This stiffening will be so arranged as to resemble piping when the cap is worn with the flap up.

General officers will wear stiffening of the same color as the cap itself, except that they will have a strip of gold braid one-eighth to one quarter inch from the outside of the flap, one quarter inch from the edge. Officers’ caps will be sold by the Quartermaster Corps.

The overseas caps will be worn at all times by officers commanding troops except when the orders prescribe helmets. At all other times officers may wear the overseas cap or the service cap.

American Non-Coms to Have New Chevrons

Regulations regarding the wearing of chevrons are to be changed. The Quartermaster Corps and the adjutant General’s Department are now engaged in codifying the changes.

The revisions was found to be necessary because of the confusion as to what was required.

In the code of changes it is understood that all sergeants will wear the same type of chevron and that no corps insignia will be worn. This will eliminate the cadences of the Medical Corps and the flaming shell of the Ordnance Department, except grade of those attached to the non-commissioned staff.

Also it is proposed that post non-commissioned officers and the senior non-commissioned officers will wear a wreath in place of the three chevrons and within the wreath will be the insignia of the corps.

Senior non-commissioned officers will wear a star embroidered above the corps insignia.

A new design is being prepared for first-class privates. Chevrons indicating their special duties will be worn by chauffeurs and specialty qualified men in the mechanical units. Stable sergeants, too, are to have a new type of chevron.

The marksmanship medal is doomed to go from the service uniform. Chevrons will be substituted. These chevrons will be worn also by officers who had won special distinction in marksmanship.

The designs will indicate the branch of marksmanship in which recognition has been won. Efficiency in pistol shooting will be indicated by chevrons with crossed pistols; in rifle shooting by crossed rides; in machine gun fire by a special design showing a section of the cartridge belt used in machine gun services.

You Are Going Out To Vindicate the Majesty of the U.S., Says McADOO

In addressing the soldiers in a Texas training camp. Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo said:

“We did not seek this war. It was forced upon us. The Kaiser had a notion that America would not fight. He had been told so repeatedly by spies and propagandists in this country, and he actually believed that he could insult this Nation, that he could transgress its vital rights with impunity and that American manhood was so debased that we would not strike back. But we have given him the surprise of his life. The thing that is going to determine the issue in this great war-and that issue is really the vital question of the future of civilization itself-rests in the stout hearts and the strong right arms of you gallant men, you patriots who are going out to achieve victory and rescue the world from the blight of German oppression and military domination.

“I want to give you the assurance that never were the American people so determined as they are today and that they are going to back you men to the utmost limit.

“War is serious business, but my friends, there is nothing of such inestimable value as liberty and independence and democracy. There is nothing more worth fighting and dying for.

“Until this war broke out, we had supposed that it was impossible, in the enlightened stage to which humanity had brought itself, for a world-wide cataclysm of this kind to occur. It was an illusion. Strange to say, it was in these modern times that a despot was developed who represents in himself the combined lust for domination of Caesar, of Alexander, of Hannibal and of Napoleon.

U.S. to “See It Through”

“Germany's military rulers set out fifty years ago with the deliberate purpose of metamorphosing the soul of Germany, of changing the soul of a great nation and making it believe that force and not right is the compelling power and ought to be the governing power in the world. These military autocrats have constructed the most formidable military machine ever created in the annals of time. That is the hateful thing we have got to destroy if we would save this Nation for ourselves and for posterity. That is the thing that America has set out to do and she will never stop until the job is done.

“It is a glorious thing to die for country. I enjoy the man who gives his life to his country. I do not care whether he gives it in the serried ranks of the Army or in the clash of fleets in the Navy or in the undramatic toll of civil life. It is a glorious thing to die for country. What noble use can a man make of his life than to transmute it into liberty for the benefit of mankind? Such lofty sacrifices is the one thing that makes civilization worthwhile and fills the future with promise- that men are willing to go out and make the supreme sacrifice for the rights of humanity. That is what you men are going to do. You are going out to vindicate the majesty of America, the might of right, and re-establish civilization upon the secure rock of justice humanity and liberty.

“I wish you all godspeed, and I want you to know that there goes with you, wherever you may ne, the affection of a great people backed by their determination to stay with you to the death and until a triumphant victory is won.”

To Conserve O. D.

So widespread has become the use of olive drab cloth that the War Department is making a determined effort to conserve the supply for the use of the military forces.

The authorities are considering issuing a request that all women’s motor corps shall adopt a uniform of bluish grey cloth. Organizations now using olive drab will be asked to replace the present uniforms when worn out with the new model. Newly formed branches of the women’s motor corps will be requested to purchase no olive drab uniforms.

The War Department is reported to be considering a plan to nationalize the women’s motor corps under the general direction of the American Red Cross.

A New Light

A clever inventor has devised a fight which can be attached to the handle of a safety razor and enable soldiers to shave in the dark. The light brightens the face so that the elusive whisker may be taken painlessly. The device also can be attached to fountain pens, thus making it possible for soldiers to write letters in the dark.

U.S. Will Not Call Any More Guard Units into Service

From a telegraphic order to the Governor of Minnesota from the War Department ordering him to disband the Second Minnesota Artillery, it has been assumed that no more National Guard units will be drafted into the service of the United States.

Since the outbreak of the war a number of additional units have been formed. Some of them were organized in order to bring the quotas of the various states up to the prescribed figure. Now that the work of consolidating these units has progressed to the point where there is no need for any more State units, the whole work of the War Department will be concentrated upon the training of the draft increments for service in the National Army.

Complying with various State constitutions, new military organizations have been formed, as, for instance, in New York State, where more than fifteen thousand men have been enlisted. But these troops are not a part of the National Guard system. They will not be called upon for service outside the limits of the States in which they are raised.

In the case of Second Minnesota Artillery pressure was brought to bear upon Secretary Baker to recognize the new organization. He sustained the judgement of his military advisers when they appeal was heard and issued what was the second order for disbanding, the regiment. From this ruling there is no appeal.

Total Solar Eclipse June 8

By David Todd

Professor of Astronomy, Amherst College

On Saturday afternoon, June 8, an eclipse of the sun will be total everywhere within, but nowhere without. a very narrow belt stretching diagonally across the United States from Washington and Oregon southeasterly to Alabama and Florida.

When the eclipse becomes total, the sun’s corona appears, and the length of time this radiant halo can be seen will vary from 50 seconds on the Florida coast to 120 seconds on the Pacific Coast. The time of total eclipse will range from 2.55 Pacific Standard Time at Denver 5.30 Central Time at Enid. Okla., to 5.42 Central time at Orlando, Fla. Preceding totality, the sun will go through all these stages of partial eclipse, beginning on the sun’s west edge fully an hour before the total eclipse; and in the reverse order for nearly an hour after. At all places in the United States, either north or South of the shadow path the eclipse will be visible in its partial phases only.

Much assistance will be rendered astronomers who are studying the corona, if outline drawings of it are made by those who have even moderate skill in sketching. If a field glass spy glass or telescope of moderate size is available, the best use it can be put to is in outline sketching those parts of the corona near the poles of the sun.

U. S. Soldiers In France Must Maintain High Standard Of Conduct

The department of American troops in France has won for the soldiers from the United States a real welcome. The presence of American officers and enlisted men in French homes is not merely tolerated. The French people gladly receive them.

In order that this happy relation may continue an official bulletin has been issued for the information and guidance of all concerned. It reads as follows:

“The attention of every officer is directed to the importance of preventing any damage whatever to properly belonging to the French. When any damage is done the matter should be adjusted and settlement made on the spot, no matter how small. It will save you trouble explaining in the future.

“When billets have once been assigned, changes cannot be made without authority of the town major. All information may be obtained from local town major. One-half Franc per day is the customary rate to pay for personal service. It is important that all officers be careful not to leave without making settlement.

“No matter how long an officer stays in a billet, he would do well to pay for service at the rate of fifty centimes a day. Failure to do this gives rise to unfavorable comment on the part of inhabitants, who are then less inclined to billet officers but the way is smoother for all concerned if officers are appreciative and give some outward and visible sign of inward appreciation.

“The respecting of private property is of capital importance. Officers and men should be careful, too, not to offend the French people, who are quite sensitive. Altercations should be avoided. Most matters can be adjusted in a few minutes with the aid of an interpreter. It should be remembered that the billeting is actually handled by the French, who should consulted by anyone who is not sure of his ground. The proper procedure is to refer the matter to the American Town Major, who will take it up with the French authorities.

“According to the French law, the inhabitants receive pay for billeting officers and men only when they have stayed more than three nights in the same month. It is only fair then in the interests of all, that an officer who is billeted for…. (Article is cut off) ….should reimburse the proprietor to the extent that the proprietor would have been payed by the government, i. e., one franc per night. It is custom to add to this a fee for service at the rate of fifty centimes a day. This may be paid to the person actually performing the service of cleaning, making beds, etc., or to the proprietor.

“Men must be cautioned that they must not touch any wood box, or any property no matter how small or seemingly unimportant, without first obtaining permission. The rustling of lumber, wood, etc., as is customary for soldiers in the United States must not be permitted, as it will not be tolerated in France.

“It is important that all instruction of the French officials be followed explicitly. Also that the conduct of officers and men be such that the French people will have no cause for complaint. It has been found that the treatment accorded our troops has generally been based on the conduct of the troops who were last to occupy the town. When in doubt on any question, consult the French town major, through American town major.”

Five Million Quick

“Get five million men to France, and do it quick!”

This is what President William H. Crawford. Of Allegheny College, urges.

“I consider it the duty of the United States to get five million men into France just as soon as possible, and with full equipment and supplies. Nothing will do so much to discourage Germany as a big American war program backed by the united sentiment of a united people.”

Picket Duty

“So, your son is in the army, is he?”

“Yassuh, he’s on picket duty.”

“Picket duty? What does that consist of?”

“Why, you see, he wuks in de kul’nel’s kitchen and every time de colonel wants chicken fo’ dinnah mah boy has to pick it.”

We See Ourselves “Off Duty”

The first book telling the complete story of how soldiers and sailors spend their leisure time in training centers in this country will appear the latter part of May. It is called “Keeping Our Fighters Fit-For War and After,” and has been written by Edward Frank Allen, of New York the former editor of the “Travel” magazine, with the cooperation of Raymond B. Fosdick, Chairman of the War and Navy Departments’ Commissions on Training Camp Activities.

Most chaps take the opportunity for organized athletics, for sings, shows, reading in a well-stocked library, recreation rooms and so on, as a matter of course, in the arrangements of army camps. They do not realize that such features have been introduced into military life only since the entrance of the United States into the war-and that the United States, although the most unwarlike of the nations engaged, is the first in the history of the world to supply her men in training with a program of social, mental and physical interests outside of the regular military routine. As Mr. Allen says, “To be sure, Napoleon said that a fighting army is a contented army, but it remained for the United States Government to apply the theory of practice.”

President Wilson, in a statement which appears in the book and which is reproduced in full in “Trench and Camp,” points out that the benefits derived from “a full life lived well and wholesomely “are but the debt owed by a democracy “to those who fight in its behalf.”

It was the unfortunate conditions obtaining in our camps on the Mexican border, where the War Department had sent Mr. Fosdick to investigate during the summer of 1916 that caused the President and Secretary Baker to plan a Commision on Training Camp Activities “in the interim between the President’s war message and the actual declaration of war by Congress.” Quoting Mr. Allen:

“I wasn’t an organization,” Secretary Baker said to Mr. Fosdick, “that will link together the Y.M.C.A., the Recreation Association of America, and every other agency that can contribute to the social wellbeing of troops in the field, an organization that will itself supply any gaps in the program.”

How different the conditions now to 1916!

“The collections of square footed one story buildings and the drab adobe huts provided little in the way of entertainment. Even with the possibility of a brush with the Mexicans, it was dull. Several thousand men were seeing the same faces and doing the same things every day, and they were bored. There was nowhere to go for any sort of decent diversions in their ‘off’ time. Columbus, New Mexico, had none of the attractions to which these men had been accustomed; there was no movie show, no library, no club room for lounging, and no organized entertainment of any kind for the men. There was not even a place where a man could go and write a letter. Men were hoping that…. (Article is cut off) ….would suffice for change. But the soldiers just waited, with nothing to do outside of their military routine. Reading matter was at a premium, and the soldiers begged for worn-out magazines from travelers.”

In his tour of the cantonments no activity either administered directly by the Commission's or by the organizations such as the Y.M.C.A. and American Library Association, etc., which they co-ordinate and supervise, has escaped the shrewd observance of Mr. Allen. From educational classes to minstrel shows, he pictures the “doins” of the boys in camp.

The book is official, but simply told, and sparkling with human-interest anecdotes. It makes a lively, entertaining account of the significance of the soldiers’ leisure hours as seen through the eyes of a keen civilian.

JUNE 3, 1918

Trench & Camp

Pledge Countess to Recover Clock from Hun Robber-Officer

Women Who “Entertained” Hindenburg Tells of Horrors in Poland

From the lips of a gray-eyed motherly women wearing the garb of the Polish Red Cross 3,500 Upton men, most of them new recruits, heard personal experience with the Prussians on the eastern front, full of the powerful dynamics of unforced emotion. They were the experiences which befel Countess de Turczynowiez in 1914 and 1915, when the section of Russian Poland in which was her husband's country estate was overridden by Hindenburg's hordes. She told of them in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium. The soldiers of America's new army sat subdued and quiet during the tragic recital unwilling to break the spell of her powerful, impassive story with applause. Several times when the colors she used were light. It broke forth, however, and at the close, when she asked her audience to be on the lookout as they passed through Cologne on the way to Berlin for a clock which a Prussian officer stole the tumult of enthusiasm rose unrestrained. “That clock is the only piece of furniture from my house the location of which I know. WIll you help me get it back?”

Y.M. Mixed Doubles Orchestra Enters Field

A Red Triangle orchestra has entered the camp musical lists, with a sort of mixed doubles instrumentation, including male, Y.M.C.A. blokes and the young lady workers. The organization broke loose at a recent gathering in the Auditorium and was given the unqualified support of a large soldier audience. Miss Dougherty was at the piano with Miss Gilbert and Mr. Gilbert as violins. Mr. McDonald coaxed melody from a cornet and a soldier was drafted from the ranks to aid and abet with the drums.

Two Officers in Casualty Lists Once Stationed At This Camp

In Pershing’s casualty lists during the past week appeared the names of two officers who have been at Upton, attached for some time to the Metropolitan, 77th Division. They are Major Samuel M. Wilson. No. 234 Walnut Street. Lexington. Ky., and Lieut. Frederick H. Cone. No. 170 West 59th street, New York City.

Major Wilson was listed as severely wounded. He is a cousin of Gen. Bell, and before entering the army was a Supreme Court Justice in Kentucky. He attended the first Plattsburg camp. He attended the first Plattsburg camp. His attachment to the 77th was as assistant to the Judge Advocate, Lieut. Col. Howze. Many Officers now in camp knew him.

Lieut. Cone also severely wounded, was to import business in New York before attending Plattsburg last summer, where he was given a Second Lieutenants commissioned. He was assigned to the Quartermaster Corps. Here and received promotion to a First Lieutenancy. For several years he was a member of the Seventh Regiment. New York Guard. Lieut. Cone. Was born in New York City forty-one years ago and attended the School of Mines. Columbia University. His brother-in-law, Lieut. WIlliam H. Woolverton is now stationed at Camp Upton. He has seen services as an ambulance driver with the French Government.

Memorial Day Speaker Says Must Cut German Cancer from World

Dr. Woelfkin Advocates Court for Testing Teuton-Born Loyalty to U.S.

That no peace should be declared with Germany until it's a right peace, was the ringing declaration of the Rev. Dr. Cornelius Wolfkin, pastor of Fifth Avenue Baptist Church. New York City, in the Memorial Day address here. The exercises in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium were attended by over 3,000 new men of the Depot Brigade. Jewish Protestant and Catholic chaplains were on the programme, which included a prayer, the reading of President Wilson’s Memorial Day proclamation. Scripture and patriotic music by the band of the Depot Brigade. W.F. Hirsh of the Y.M.C.A. presided. Gen. Bell, introducing the speaker, said the men who were passing their first Memorial Day as soldiers would realize more deeply what it means when they have tasted the comradeship which comes with sharing dangers.

Physical Head Goes to New U.S. War City

B. F. Bryant Given Farewell Dinner by His Late Colleagues

Berton F. Bryant since rge beginning, camp physical director for the C. A. work in Nitro, W. VA., bran-new town the Government is building around vast munition plants. The direction of the Y./M.C.A. activities there, supported by the Government, will be Mr. Bryant’s charge. He is succeeded here by Frederick Schultz, lately physical director at Camp Cody, Deming N. M. As a tribute to the esteem in which Mr Bryant is held by his late colleagues, a dinner was given him at the parrish house if the Camo Chapel just before his departure. Capt. Frank Glick cantonment athletic officer who has worked in co-operation with the departing Y man since Upton was a youth in short pants, was an honor guest and spoke in praise of Mr. Bryant’s work here.

From The Hill Tower

This warning is given with beating heart.

Beware the camouflaging mosquito!

A clarinet player somewhere in Upton played a mosquito on his music score the other night instead of B flat.

Of course it was B flat. It couldn’t very well be C sharp, could it?

“Barrage” Sparkling Mimeographed Product Laid Down on Headquarters Hill

Clever Publication Begun by Enlisted Men of Headquarters Detachment

Trench and Camp’s shapely white hand goes out in a warm grasp to the newest and cracklings camp publication, caused to exude from the mimeograph by the Cantonment Headquarters Detachment.

“Barrage” is the title of this eight page drumfire of wisdom and perfectly non-alcoholic and therefore regulation O.D. sparkle, and those responsible for getting the range and laying down the barrage are: Bn. Sergt. Major Eugene Greenhut, editor; Pvt. Louis Scheinman, contributing editor; Pvt. Emil Bloch, treasurer; Pvt. Charles Rothbard, publisher and Pvt. Lester good, printer. There are features in the first number which should surround every extent man-aging editor in the country with an aura of green-for jealousy- and the tone and timbre are of such quality as to bring forth titillation's of commendation from the most case hardened of the space filling gentry. Trench and Camp says “A Long Life and a Merry One” to this latest brother in printer’s ink. The pledge of the editors in the initial edition is full of auguries for an increase in the per-agate line brightness of “Barrage.” Here’s what Ye Ed says:

For the last ten minutes we have been stroking the dandruff in our regulation hair to vain endeavor to think up an appropriate motto for The Barrage. At last we conclude that we shall have no motto-at last not a permanent one, but our motto shall change from time to time, or as you will, from draft call to draft call.

We would appreciate suggestions for more advertisers, and the motto of our largest advertiser will be accepted each time. This is not done to stimulate our advertisers department but rather to live up to this issue’s motto “Justice to all and May the Katser get the double hiccups and choke on his left lung.” We will go further into this if it is not self-explanatory.

Our journalistic proclivities have been limited, but we feel it might be asked by our inquiring readers; “What is your policy?” We know we ought to stand firmly for something, some noble and elevating idea, for which we would fight to the last rusty pen point. We ponder and suffer in thought.

“Home Rule for the Depot Brigade” almost tempts us. Then we realize that we might embarrass the Military Establishment. Something we shall never meaningly do. Besides everybody first picks on the Ford Car and on the Depot Brigade. Mr. Grequois Pantakeliosrysh of the Depot Brigade, who just dropped in casually on Ye Editor, as usual should remarked that there was no difference between a Ford Car and the Depot Brigade, because they both could be called upon for good service in any emergency. We do not consider this a joke, but a deathly serious compliment to its respected officers and men.

From the above our readers will understand that we must pass the bucks as to “Policy” However, we shall always stand up for everything that Camp Upton has stood for in the past-no matter how many “stump details” try to dig us out.

If we print poetry that does not poem or jokes that make you think you are out too far, criticize us-we don’t care- you can’t do better. If we print news items already long past the draft age, we humbly beg forgiveness. Since the new Reveille rule we can't stay up after 8 o’clock to read the newspapers. In other words you may shock us, mock us and knock us, but for the love of Yaphank “cowop” with us and we will make this a paper which even George Greet would be proud to censor.

Big Buffalo Hall Now Under War Department

By a recent change if management the Buffalo Auditorium, built by the 367th Infantry, comes under the War Department’s supervision and will be directed by George Miller, manager of the Liberty Theater. Harry Yost will have charge of the Buffalo entertainment centre and the present policy of showing first run moving pictures and vaudeville will be pursued.

A life size portrait of Col. James A. Moss largely through whose personal efforts the Buffalo building was erected, has been presented to the auditorium and will have a place on its walls, Orlando Rouland, a portrait painter of 180 west 57th Street New York, has done this likeness of the Buffaloes commanding officer, and it was presented to the auditorium with the presentation, acknowledging Col. Moss’s personal activities in building the largest hall in camp.

One of the most popular shows yet shown at the Buffalo has been during the past week. The engagement is extended for a week. The Darktown Follies it is, with a jazz band of wondrous capabilities, and the building has been packed nightly for the entertainment.

A Few Notes on Matters Musical Hereabouts

Mr. Eckinroth’s Depot Brigade Banders Becoming a Prominent Pillar

When the 3rd Infantry, a New Jersey National Guard outfit at Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ain., waved goodbye some weeks ago to Band master Albert W. Eckinroth and his company of twenty six banders. Camp Upton was then and there destined to be a Gainer. And ever since the arrival of these musicians within the confines of Suffolk County they have, by the grace of their dust strains insinuated themselves into the musical life of this cantonment until now they are one of the principal public props hereabouts. They now number forty-five men and are known as the 152d Depot Brigade Band, with Mr. Eckinroth still handling that baton with ease and compelling artistry. The musicians have answered almost daily calls for a band these latter days and every time have delivered more than the order. Mr. Eckinroth has recently received some new selections and will be prepared before long worth, including the four favorite movements from Grieg’s First Peer Gynt Suite, Mikado Selections numbers from “Maytime,” “Going Up” and others.

The personnel of the band is as follows and every single blower is working of high grade: C. A. Getzinger, assistant band leader; John Krick, Sergt. Edgar Dyer, Corpl. Dudley Janvier, Corpl. C Daetwyler, Private H. Sherk, M. Parry, T. William, Louis Green James Jenrose, John Fanelli, T. O’Rourke, M. Swanson, Edward Hagerman, Charles Griner, Leonard Burr, D. Posa, J. Possa, F. Charney, F. Hickey, W. Smith, J. Russo, A. Pisani, B. Rudolph, A. Nossy, G. Farata, W. Walker, G. Butta, A. Saracinn, A. Whitehead. M. Longo, G. Patrocco, G. Lora, R. Foster and A. Davidson.

Leaves Here to Direct All Camp Jewish Work

Joseph C. Hyman Has Been Here Since Opening of Upton

Having to his credit the shaping of the effective Jewish work now being forwarded in camp by the Jewish Board for Welfare Work and the construction of the board’s headquarters building on the 12th Street, Joseph C. Hyman, head worker of the J. B. W. W. leaves here to become Camp Field Secretary of all camps in the United States for the Jewish organizations. Mr. Hyman’s home is in New York City, where he was graduated from Columbia College and University, with degrees of A.M. and L.L.M. He was a practising attorney in New York for some time, and was also a social worker, connected for years with the Young Men’s Hebrew Association and Educational Alliance in New York. He was for ten years superintendent of a boy’s camp at Lake Surprise, N.Y. My. Hyman has been at Upton since September, 1917.

Inner Shrine Liberty Musicians Play Grieg and Puccini All Alone

Boys in Liberty and Buffalo Orchestras Have a Varied Line of Work

Real inner shriners when it comes to music at the boys in Sergt. Dan Caslar’s Liberty Theater orchestra and the similar organization that plays for the Buffalo Auditorium shows. Though there is no audience to stimulate, no applause to reward, Caslar’s men often gather in the cool and quiet of the Liberty of an afternoon and practice for several hours on music of accredited orchestral value. If you are influential with one of the Liberty lads you may gain admittance and hear Puccini, Grieg or Beethoven interpreted by these artists their work is varied and of a demanding character, as the furnish the necessary accompaniments for musical comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and melodrama alike.

Here are the Liberty instrumentalists who perform valuable services with reeds, string and wind: Sergt. Dan Caslar, Musical Director; Privates H. Miluski, M. Gennes, V. Gerardi, first violin; Private M. Reiss, viola; Private J. Scalzill, cello; Private M. Lemagna, bass; Private G. Feske, flute; Private M. Freedman, clarinet; Privates R. Pecori and L. Lo Funo, horns; Private J. Korff, first trumpet; Private V. Joffre, second trumpet; Private S. Bloom, trombone, and Private J. Saers, drums.

At the Buffalo the following compose the capable orchestra under the baton of Corpl. W Prinzivalli; Privates A Vollmer and A. Sanger, first violins; Privates H. Donnely and D. Brown, pianists; pianists; Private J. Glossman, bass; Private P. Capparell, flute; Private S. Miller, cornet; Private C. Dinhoupt, drums.

Is it any marvel that the Liberty and the Buffalo play to capacity houses, not to mention the shows themselves? Besides their work at the theatre. These men are always ready and willing to lend their harmonies for Red Cross benefit. Liberty bond drives, or in response to any other requests.

Movies and Soldiers at Big Boulevard Y

Events at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium Upton Boulevard, have been up to a high standard of excellence lately, and some good things are listed for the near future. The Stage Women’s War Relief Committee furnished a good bill preceding a Petrova picture. Patricia Henshaw starred in song hits and pianologues.

In the afternoon of Memorial Day Capt. Glick, Cantonment Athletic Officer; Lieut. Bain of the Depot Brigade, assisted by Y.M.C.A. social and athletic secretaries, put on a three-hour-entertainment. The entertainers, all of whom made good, if the tumuit of whistling and cheering was any indication we're; Ferriari Coyla, George Mitchell, Male Quartet of the 11th Company, Hamilton Nagel, Rosell Lacara, Denny Cronin, Harry Donaldson and others.

A regular motion picture schedule will go into effect this week. Every Monday a William Fox feature, Wednesday a feature film from the First National Exchange; Universal pictures will be shown Thursday and a Metro Multiple-reeler on Saturday. Many two-reel comedies will be added from time to time to the regular programme, which will be augmented by music and special numbers. It is expected that the famous two-reel plays showing William S. Hart in his organizational “Bad-Man” pictures, will be shown from time to time.

Upton Fixture

List of Chaplains to Be Found There and at what Hours

Open several months ago by a striking interdenominational service, can't up tents Church headquarters, known by the latest nomenclature as the camp Chapel, have long since taken a large place in the life of the camp. The number of soldier weddings performed within its walls have made it a strong rival to the little church around the corner, and there are many other distinctions about this building which place it in a class alone and separate. For one thing, it is sextoned by one of the camps leading civilians- if such there be- 1 Bayard F. Smith, High among familiars,” Sergeant,” his position as superintendent of grounds and construction of the Y.M.C.A Auditorium across the lot from the church has also made him hundreds of soldier friends.

But as for the church itself. It is the headquarters for the camp pastors, and any man wishing to confer with a minister of his faith may find the appended list instructive. It contains the names of the present acting chaplains in camp. The office hours of the camp Chapel are also given.

D. Stanley Cours, Methodist Episcopal, Headquarters 9th Battalion, 4th Avenue and 14th; Wednesday and Saturday evenings.

Clarence M. Eddy, Baptist, Headquarters 8th battalion, 1505 Third Avenue; Tuesday and Thursday evenings.

Paul F. Heckel, Lutheran, Base Hospital; Wednesday and Saturday evenings.

John F. Kerr, Presbyterian. Headquarters 152d Depot Brigade, 18th Street and Lincoln Avenue; Monday and Friday evenings.

William T. Manning, Episcopal, 6th Battalion, 303B 3rd Street- Wednesday and Saturday evenings, 7 to 8.

Charles S. Wyckoff, Congregational, 7th battalion, 16th Street and 4th Avenue- Tuesday and Saturday evenings.

Nathan Blechman, Camp Rabbi, Jewish welfare building, 12th Street and 4th Avenue- Wednesday and Friday evenings.

Lawrence Bracken. Catholic; Knights of Columbus Headquarters, Upton Boulevard- Saturday evenings.

Days of L Station Pass into Twilight

The days of the lower station, that historic stopping place on the Long Island Railroad Situate below the remount Depot, have gone into the Twilight and then the dark. They ain't no more. Instead of causing there now, trains on the mainline Hall at a new station on the 17th Street Road about 3 miles from camp at the new bridge. Which is some piece of describing and should locate the spot without difficulty order to the newest of rookies.

There was a time back in the Prehistoric Age, when even Trench and Camp was the darling of a pygmy size, when the lower station, or gate, as it was classically termed, what was the only Ingress to camp. Them was days when Fleet of buses dating backward beyond the reach of the imagination in their antiquity, waited the dictum of a mounted gray policeman before carrying a passenger, and once luggage was probed for signs of alcoholism. It was as difficult to persuade one of those Minions that one wish to reach Camp Upton as it is now to convince and M.P. cut one lives in Patchogue.

“Viva” Pact on Italy-America Day

Enthusiasm in spirit of true Tuscan warmth and forever we're showing an unlimited and unrestrained quantities of the observance of Italy-America day here recently, when hundreds of soldiers of Italian bread for the honored guests at a special program in the Y.M.C.A. auditorium. “Viva Italia!” Was shouted with great gusto by an unmistakable Hibernian youth in the first row. in recognition of the entente Cordiale, a dark-eyed Giuseppe next to the Erin lad slapped him on the back with delight and shouted ecstatically, “Viva Ireland!” where at the raises their voices in a lusty cry, “Viva America!” and the pact of loyalty was sealed.

An address on the significance of the day was made in Italian by the Rev. P. Crispino of the base Hospital, and the many soldiers whose Italian is limited to a shaky ability to order spaghetti listening with the greatest respect. Many of the men present had recently received papers of naturalization.

The following program was interspersed with numbers by the band of the 152d Depot Brigade: A William S. Hart moving picture; Corpl. Drayton and Corpl. Bristow, 367th Infantry, in a song and dance; private Ernest Elliott, 367th, contortionist twists; 367th Regimental Male Quartet, under the leadership of Sergeant Battle and Miss Florence Bucklin Scott, contralto.

Concerning the Mess Sergeant

Probably the most talked of and the most essential appointment and the service today is that of the mess sergeant. Well the word mass itself does not mean much, it carries the responsibility of a healthy and energetic company of soldiers.

The fundamental principle of a First-Class mass is messed management. The mess sergeant and solely responsible for the food that is served to his company, whether good, bad or insufficient.

In preparing a bill of fare the Mess Sergeant should think very carefully and select a variety of foods that would please the average person, also trying to remember the importance of food value, the value of nutrition, which would go further to make a healthy Soldier than any other method, is the one I know of. A soldier will work, a soldier will drill and do most anything he has asked to do very willingly, if he is fed properly. And since the Government's ration and sufficiently covers the cost of three good meals, the Mess Sergeant should use every bit of his Common Sense and Sensibility in consideration of those that are to be fed.

Of course consideration must be given the Mess Sergeant, especially when feeding companies below the strength of 125 men, for then he must use necessary economy so as not to exceed the ration allowance.

This article is written without the slightest feeling of egotism. The request from various persons on good mess management was put to me, and this article followed.

Sergt. S. L. Gross, Instructing C. & B. School

Soldiers Help Red Cross Rally at East Moriches

The writer had the pleasure of attending a Red Cross vaudeville show in East Moriches Town Hall arranged and led by our gallant Red Cross worker, Mrs. J. H. Nallory, wife of Lieut. Nallory, 26th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. The affair was a huge success and was crowded to the doors. Our own Camp Upton soldiers furnished the talent and showed well in songs, recitations and stage manoeuvres. The show opened at 8.45 P.M. with the singing of the national anthem. Father Donlan of St. John’s Church, Centre Moriches delivered a talk on the necessity of the Red Cross, which has earned a place in the hearts of all who love civilization and humanity.

Upton soldiers who entertained were Sergt. Dan Caslar of the Liberty Theater orchestra; Private M. Gennes, Private M. Lind, Private H. Farriere, Private William Donoldson, Private George Rheimherr and Private Percy Phillips, formerly of the ekith Circuit. The affair was a grand success thanks to our soldier boy actors. WIth such workers as mentioned the Red Cross wil go over the top any time.

Sergt. Syd Gross

Guard Supremacy

Company C Gets In the Running with Barack Entertainment

To give proof of ambition to have their outfit the crack one of the four Provost Guard organizations, Company C of the guard batted a barrack party over the plate the other night in great style. Capt. Davis and the officers of the company are heartily backing the boys in all these efforts. Corpl. Harry E. Weckelman acted as announcer and the husky guardsmen were loud also in their praise of Sergt. Stockard, purveyor of provisions. Private Irving Berlin was present and won great applause with his new song about the medal, the girl and the pin. Of the variety bill much should be said in praise, especially the stalwart mat work of Corpl. Steinback, who threw Private Silverman in two and a quarter seconds. The entertainers were: “America,” sung by the entire company; Private Kidder, variety entertainer; Private Nogossianm, European novelty acrobat; Private Zaims “rheumatic expert;” Private Angelo vs. Kidder, with Corpls. Hoyer and Lubinick refereeing a blindfold boxing match; Private Coster, Company B, comedy artist; Private Silverman and Corpl. Steinbeck, wrestling match, Lubinick referee, Private Self in a song “I Hear My Casket Coughing;” Corpl. Andrews, comedy darky song; Private Self in a parady of “My Old Home Town;” Private Meehan and Sergt. Giesseke in a three-round boxing bout refereed by Corpl. Hoyer; Corpl. Andrews, with a short story pertaining to the great war; Private Coster as the Italian newsboy pleading his last case; Private Self song, “it’s Funny What Lager Will Do;” Private Novack, as an orator in characteristic poses; Private Hassel erg and Sergt. Webster, Company B, selections on guitar and mandolin.

The refreshment number was a riotous success and included ice cream, strawberries and cake. Three cheers for the company’s officers and a vote of thanks by rising to the committee in charge of the affair was the wind-up.

K. of C. Notes

From K. of C. Headquarters

One of the big surprises in Camp life came to the rookies who are fortunate enough to find themselves in the K. of C. Clubhouse on 15th Street last Saturday afternoon. Ever since detraining here a week or so ago, the long thin line of rookies that wound around the seemingly interminable stretches from the station to their quarters and the well-known and justly famous Depot Brigade had heard little that did not directly or indirectly refer to that awful “needle.” So, when the word was passed among the 9th Battalion that they were to go to the 15th Street Clubhouse for the “needle,”There were very few “seconds” at the noon mess. In due course these unsung heroes found themselves grimly awaiting the advent of a squad of surgeons. Then they burst upon them some thirty cake, candy and sandwich bearing girls from the K. of C. Kim Upton Auxiliary, and as the editor of the Bingville Bugie would say, “A good time was had by all.”

Yet More Definitions

PASS- A word more powerful than “Democracy” in making a soldier fight.

Rifle- A collector of dust

Casual- A nephew of Uncle Sam who is on his way but hasn’t the trace of an idea as to whether he is going.

Needle- The greatest bond of brotherhood in the army. A pointed rebuke to fear.

Special Orders No. 000 (For K. P.)

(For the inflammation and incense for all concerned)

To dish sium in a military manner and to be on the alert for all tasty portions, which shall not be allowed to pass my post.

To take charge of all hash, potatoes, gravy and pudding in view.

To report any private or non-com. Who tries to double cross Mr. Hoover by asking for thirds.

To salute all prunes not cased.

In case of fire to release all imprisoned ashes and get a bucket of coal.

Between revells and retreat to turn out the chef for all objects found in the hash including suspenders, U.S. buttons cartridge clips and other material reserved for puddings.

To quit my post only when properly relieved.

By order of Gen. Keep M. Hungry.

Official: O. U. Meatball, Major Third Cook Corpse.

An unfinished letter picked up recently runs as follows: “I will tell you something on this place, Camp Upton, N.Y. They have mosquitoes up here so doggone big you think you're being bombed by an airplane. You have to hunt cover or be ruined. They bite like hyena and will carry you off if you don’t hold on to something! Excuse me one minute while I scratch.”

Psychological Tests

If they asked you of a sudden, whether ice is hot or cold;

If they wreck your deep reflection by some queries young or old;

If they say in accepts cheerful, “What is grape nuts, fowl or pest?”

Are they crazy? Not a bit, bo; That’s a psychological test.

Mary Pickford, is she reptile, bird or mammal, song or food?

Would an olden dinosaurus fear a storm or shun a dude?

Why should Coughnuts roll-along up on the tables of the best?

Have they lost their reason? No sir! That’s a psychological test.

When we reach the gates of heaven, after all our Earthly toll.

Oft I wonder will St. Peter try to keep us from the soil of beautiful supernal

Just because we need a rest after many weary journeys with the psychological test

Sergt. F. M.

The last appearance of that Grand Old Upton Joke while Trench and Camp feels morally obligated (or immorally) to have appear each week is from Chief Mechanic Gladu, the French boxing person late of Battery F. 304th F. A. A comrade met him, having finished “time” at the Base Hospital, and asked him how were tricks and things.

“Fine,” came back Gladu, just like that, “but I’m in the army. They’ve transferred me to the Depot Brigade.”

Catholic Soldier Confesses Through French Interpreter

You can get any opinion you want on the religious work of the Y.M.C.A. in France.

It is overdone, it is underdone, it isn’t done at all; it is narrow, it is bigoted, it is too generously broad; it is stiff, it is highty-tighty, it isn’t church like: there is no singing worth speaking of, and why don’t you have something besides hymns? And any one of these opinions can be defended first by the character of the person voicing it, and second, by reference to the place visited by the critic.

But here’s a little incident that happened the other day which tells the whole story of the religious work of the Y.M.C.A. in France:

An American lad with nerves shattered by what he had seen at the front, was going out of his mind. He had the experience before, and was in agony of anticipation.

He was a Catholic, and as such most anxious to confess. He could not speak French and the only available priest could not speak English.

“Is there anyone here who can speak French?” inquired the priest.

The Y.M.C.A. women running the hotel knew the language. So the three retired into a quiet room, and the American soldier confessed his sins, through a Protestant women to a Catholic priest, in the Y.M.C.A. hut in France.

Gov’t Pigeons Protected

The congress of the United State has enacted a law which makes it punishable by a fine or imprisonment, or both, to entrap, capture, shoot, kill, posses or in any way detain homing pigeons owned by the United States. Pigeons owned by the Government bear bands with the letters “U.S.A.” or “U.S.N.” and a serial number.

Name it

There’s a $10 bill, commonly denominated as a “ten-case-note” among soldiers, in the National Headquarters of “Trench and Camp,” Room 504 Pulitzer Building, New York City, for the best title for this picture drawn by Private Ben Wellwood, Company 13, Depot Brigade, Camp Upton, Long Island, N.Y. The competition is limited to soldiers in training camps and cantonments throughout the country.

The “best title” means the most suitable, the cleverest, the shortest, or the most humorous. All titles should be written on a sheet of paper bearing the soldier's name, rank and company and regimental designation, together with the name of his camp or cantonment.

There is no limit to the number of titles a soldier can submit. All titles should be sent to Room 504 Pulitzer Building, New York City, by noon July 1, the day on which the competition closes.

Let’s go!

Mail It Today

Get the habit of sending all your copies of “Trench and Camp” to the home folks. Better than that, make it a duty to send this paper home every week. Your mother and other relatives will appreciate it.

Chains Protect Eyes

Some of the soldiers “Over There” are now wearing steel helmets with a fringe of chain hanging down over the nose to protect their eyes from flying bits of shrapnel and splinters of wood and stone.

How to Change Beneficiary under War Risk Insurance

The following regulation has been relative to changes in the beneficiaries under the war risk insurance:

“Every change of beneficiary shall be made in writing and shall be signed by the insured and be witnessed by at least one person. No change of beneficiary shall be valid unless and until it is recorded in the Bureau of War Risk Insurance. A change of beneficiary shall, whenever practicable, be made upon blanks prescribed by the Bureau.

“A change of beneficiary may be made by last will and testament. Payments of installments of insurance shall be made to the beneficiaries last of record in the Bureau until the Bureau receives notice of such change. In the absence of any beneficiary of record, payments shall be made according to the laws of intestacy, as provided in Articles IV, until the bureau receives notice that a beneficiary was designated by last will and testament.”

U.S. Munition Plant to Be Bigger than Krupp’s

Well informed Englishmen have appreciated the vast resources and almost illimitable possibilities of this country. But the average Englishman has had no conception of our wealth, our natural resources or even our strength in manpower. To him the vast reaches of our continent have been beyond comprehension.

He has thought of the American people as being something quite different from the English. To him the cowboys have been typical. He has been surprised, as our distinguished statesman and scholars have spoken in England, to note their perfection of speech and to appreciate their freedom from the breeziness of the so called wild westerner, who exists only on the movie stage and highly colored novels.

As American troops have paraded through the streets of London he has watched for their coming as for the visit of an alien race. He has been almost startled to find that there is to find that there is little difference between the Englishman and his American cousin.

It came as a shock to many of the English people to learn that America had become the banker nation and that this country opened floodgates of gold. Well informed Englishman witnessed the awakening of the man in their streets with a good deal of relish.

American tourists have been accustomed to talking in such large terms that the everyday Englishman discounted almost everything that was credited to his country. But now the panorama of American achievement is being unfolded before the eyes of the Englishman. Nothing will startle him now, and he is beginning to speak in superlatives of our efforts just as the boastful American used to speak in the days when he was trying to impress his British cousin.

The name of krupp has stood for the ultimate in munitions and ordnance manufacturing, although the Frenchman has pointed with pride to the Creusot works.

But even the Englishman is beginning to glimpse the possibilities of this country as a competitor to Krupp. And the Englishman, more even than the Native American, has displayed an eager interest in the announcement of the great construction plant, to be larger than the Bethlehem Steel Works, that is to be erected near Pittsburgh PA., under the direction of the Government.

It is expected that $4,000,000,000 at least will be expanded on this plant for construction alone. The work will not be finished until 1920 and will be done under the supervision of Officers of the Steel Corporation, who will serve without pay.

The Government recently announced the location of the proposed plant, and plans for its construction are now being made. Judge E. H. Gary, Chairman of the board of Directors of the United States Steel Corporation, in discussing the project, said:

“The work will be in the immediate charge of a committee considering of a vice-president and a comptroller of the corporation and eight others designated from the officers (president or vice-presidents) of the various manufacturing subsidiary companies, and all selected because of their education, experience and peculiar fitness. This committee will keep in touch with the building and operating organizations which is being formed, and with the officers of the Steel Corporation and with the War Department.”

The work will be done at Government expense.

It Is In the Hearts of Men

“The grandeur and glory of war”- this expression has been used many times. To some it is meaningless nothing, just a high sounding phrase.

What is there, what can there be, that is grand and glorious in war?

In the military, grand tactics are those involving large movements. The term is technical, as for instance, a grand total. But the public mind would reject any such explanation of the grandeur of war. Grand means something that fires the imagination. The man on the street conceives of large movements as the men multiplication of smaller understandings. It is easy to understand the state of mind of the student of military affairs whose largest command has been a company, for instance, and who sees unfolded before him in grand tactics all the tremendous responsibilities of maneuvering an army and determining its strategy. But to the man who is not student of military problems it makes little difference as he reads of engagements whether companies or armies took part. He is concerned to know whatever objectives have been attained.

When the Kings of old went forth to their Crusades they might have been thrilled, they must have been thrilled, for there was then a pomp and pageantry in war such as has disappeared since war became industrial condition. The boy in school thrills as he reads of the fears arms of these men in shining armor. As he reads he sighs for the good old days that have gone. Who would not dare and die if the reward were to be the favor of some Queen of Beauty? Little Rufus thinks as he reads that no sacrifice would be too great, no danger too threatening, , if he could but win the smile of little Gwendolyn, now grown to womanhood and enthroned as a Queen of beauty. Wearing the grownup Gwendolyn glove upon his breast, he would enter a tournament any day and fight so bravely for her favor. The detestable little Arthur, who sits in the next row would himself unhorsed and begging for mercy, which would gladly be extended that Gwendolen might glory in the manhood of Rufus. Yes, the glory has gone from combat, whether it be on battlefield or merely in a tournament.

Even the parades of today are colorless-just miles of olive drab. Compare that with shining armor!

Where is the grandeur and glory of it all?

Liege? Does not the mere mention of the name kindle fires of memory and compel admiration for the gallant bravery of a devoted little nation?

Louvain? It will never be forgotten so long as the memory of man endures.

Antwerp? It is not the glory of the ancients duplicated in our own time?

The black watch? Tradition reaches out her hand and clasps the living present. The dead of that regiment stir in their graves to make room for heroes of this day who have earned a right to sleep with them.

The Battle of Marne? Civilization was at the cross-roads; but fortitude stayed at the hand of the destroyer.

Verdum? How it calls to mind the spirit of France which said: “They shall not pass”; and they did not!

Is there no grandeur, no glory in war?

Is it not rather that we see “but the shot and shorn, here in our manhood’s might outpoured?”

The grandeur is not in the mere multiplication of fighting units. It is in high resolves, in indomitable courage, in unfaltering fortitude. It is in the hearts of men!

The glory is in the revelation that these high resolves, this indomitable courage and this unfaltering fortitude have not been crushed and crowded out of the lives of men because of ease and comfort.

It has taken the scourge of war to teach men a new sense of value. The things that are worth keeping are worth struggling for; those that are not worth keeping give them no concern when the real issues are seen.

It has taken the scourge of war to teach men who had known no high resolves that they were capable of rising to unknown heights of courage and of that quality which is finer still-sustained fortitude.

The grandeur and glory of war have called to the souls of selfish men who lived in the money marts; and the miracle is that they heard the call and heeded it. Their souls have joined the souls of heroes long since gone and their bodies lie on the field of France and Flanders.

No little sir Rufus, you may not wear the shining armor you may never meet in knightly tournament for the favor of little Gwendolyn. But when you grow to manhood and Arthur is full grown too, you will fight just as your father is fighting, if needs be-but, please God there will not be the need. Side by side in the same trench you will fight with little Arthur, not that you may win the favor of Gwendolyn, but that her honor may be held safe; and that your homes and country may be inviolate.

Lady Gwendolyn may never wear velvet, and flowers may find no place on her courage.

Her dreams if the glories and the grandeur of war may be rudely shattered too. For she may be wearing overalls instead of fine velvet, and planting potatoes instead of plucking flowers. But hers, too, will be glorious part, as some day you will understand.

The Meaning of Discipline

President Wilson, in his speech at the opening of the Red Cross Drive, told of an Indian who had returned to his reservation after a period spent in a military training camp.

The Indian who had returned to his reservation after a period spent in a military training camp.

The indian was asked how he liked the life of a soldier.

“Not much good,” he replied; “too much salute, not enough shoot.”

The reply of the Indian was characteristic not alone of his race, but of the average American.

The young man from any one of the United States who has been drafted into the military service chafes under discipline. Much of the routine to him is meaningless. Especially is this true of the man who has lived in the open and who feels that he is physically fit. He can understand why the man drawn from the sedentary pursuits must be hardened by exercise in the open air; but in his own case there seems to be no reason why he should not be sent to the front as soon as he had learned how to shoot. And the chances are that he believes he is as good a shot as the man with the marksmen medals.

Upon reaching France the same impatience is noted that characterizes the period of their training in American camps and cantonments. The new soldiers are eager to go over the top. They cannot understand why men who are engaged in warfare should take such elaborate precautions to conceal themselves. They seem to believe there is something unmanly about taking advantage of every cover and they long for the days where they can meet their foe face to face.

So general has been this trait among the new American soldiers that special efforts have been taken to warn the men against undue exposure of themselves. Several instances have been reported of loss of life because men had not been so well disciplined that they would resist the temptation to go out into the open to do battle. Not only that; it is just as perilous to a military undertaking to move too soon as too late.

The first lesson of the training camp discipline is not, as for instance in the case of salute, to make a man obey orders on the instant; to make him observant, to mold his mind into the large mind of the military organization.

When a man has become so well disciplined that he ceases to think of himself as an individual, but considers the whole organization, the first effect of discipline has become marked.

Because men are being trained in what the Indian called “too much salute” they will be fit for the day of action when, with well-ordered nerves, with their sense of observation well trained and their muscle highly developed it will no longer be “too little shoot.”

Hun Her Chief Enemy

France’s chief enemy is Germany, one of its eastern neighbors.

France’s chief ally is Great Britain, the neighbor to the north, and two other allies are Belgium and Italy, neighbors to the east. The United States has been able to join its forces and resources to those of France by virtue of the fact that the ocean highway offers a relatively easy connection, in spite of the great distance between the two countries.

In area and in population, France is one of the medium sized countries of the world. Its 207,000 square miles make it about the size of Germany, or not quite four times the size of Illinois. Its population is thirty-nine millions, whereas that of Great Britain is forty five millions, and that of Italy is thirty four millions. Compared with the United States, whose area is something more than three million square miles and whose population is about one hundred millions. France is a relatively small country.

About five-eighths of the area of France is less than a thousand feet above sea-level (see the map). Most of this lowland area is in the north and the west, where most of the cultivable land is located, and where because of absence of marked topographic barriers, communication and transportation are relatively easy. The south and east are mostly hills and mountains, and therefore have relatively little cultivable land, and for the most part are difficult to traverse.

Some Mud There Too

The climate of France may be described as temperate. Nowhere are the winters severely cold, nowhere are the summers extremely hot. All parts of the country have at least a moderate amount of rainfall, with nowhere a very rainy or very dry season. From place to place the climate varies considerably, due (1) to the considerable north-south extent of the country, (2) to the distribution between lowlands and highlands, (3) to variety of position with reference to the ocean, and consequent exposure to ocean winds. Because of difference in latitude the north is considerably cooler than the south, both in summer and winter. Because of difference in altitude the central plateau and the mountains on the south and the east have markedly lower temperatures, as well as heavier rain falls than the plains. Western and northwestern France , because of proximity to the sea, have less marked seasonal temperatures ranges and have more rainfall than eastern France, whose climate is more continental.

There are many rivers in France, since it's a country with plentiful rainfall, but most of the streams are short. The four main rivers, the Seine, the Loire, the Garonne and the Rhone (see the map), are not long, as compared with any of the world’s great rivers, such as the Mississippi. Of the four chief rivers of France, the Seine is most used for navigation.

Of mineral resources France has abundant supplies only of building materials and salt. The possession of only moderately large resources of coal and iron, as compared with the resources of Great Britain and Germany, has handicapped France in industrial competition with its neighbors.

Agriculture is the chief industry of France. It engages nearly one half of the population, whereas only one quarter of the people are engaged in manufacturing. In a long settled, highly developed, densely populated country such as France, agriculture naturally is of an intensive sort. The crops raised vary from one part of the country to another, depending on the climate, the topography of the soil.

Confessions of a Transcript

(This is the second of a series of diary entries written by a young man called from his civilian pursuits by the operation of the selective draft. It is a frank, outspoken record of his own feelings, thoughts and emotions, which, perhaps, have been shared by other American men now overseas or in training. These diary entries are commended to the soldiers of National Army as a truthful portrayal of the process of converting civilians into soldiers of “the finest army ever called to the colors of any nation.” The writer is Ted Wallace, a luxury loving young man, who is at the outset has no settled convictions, except selfish ones, and who is transformed by the purging process of war into a red-blooded patriot.)

August 15, 1917

There has been a lot of stuff in the papers lately about patriotism and oratory. Also there is a new word that I don’t like the sound of. It is another we have borrowed from the English. The word is “slacker.” It is not a nice word. I heard Mary Blair use it yesterday. She did not apply it to me. But I had a sneaking idea that she was directing it at me. She was telling about a young man she knew who had not a care or a responsibility in the world and still would not go to war. I realized as she spoke that the description applied to me just as much as it did to him.

Do you suppose she caught the contagion too? I always liked Mary. In fact, I thought I might ask her to-but what’s the use of all that now? I will not go to see her again. It makes me uncomfortable. She hums some sickening silly song all the time, and every now and then murmurs,

“You do your bit,

I’ll do my knit.”

And her fingers just work all the time. I asked her how she liked my new suit. She studied it closely for a minute and said, “I don’t like it at all!”

“Whats wrong?” I asked her.

“The color,” she said.

“Everyone always said blue always suited me,” I put in.

Then she answered, “But not nearly so well as olive drab.”

I did not stay long after that. It would have seemed rude to go right away, so I stayed a little while for appearance's sake and left. It’s funny about that girl. I thought she cared for me. But she did not seem to mind my going. And just as I reached the door that conceited cousin of hers came in. He is a lieutenant of the old Grays and he was in uniform. Mary seemed ever so much pleased to see him than she did to see me.

There is no one you can talk to nowadays except that queer Harold Gibbs. I never used to like him. But I find we have much in common. He thinks war is absolutely wrong. And I agree with him. What good does it do people to go out killing each other anyway? Surely in this enlightened age there ought to be some other way of settling our differences.

In my mail last night there was a car to report to the Exemption Board. I don’t quite understand it. I hope that it does not mean I have to go now. I have not had any chance to arrange my affairs. I can’t live on the Army pay after what I have been earning. One of the newspapers published the drawings and my name was pretty far down on the list. Some men I met told me I stood a good chance of being called. A good chance. What do they mean? Well at any rate there is a night to sleep in peace. And what of to-morrow?

August 16, 1917.

I have been to the draft board. I have been to the draft board. I asked if there were any chance of my being called. It was the same man that I had met before; but he did not recognize me, I think.

“Yes,” he said, “there’s a good chance.” Why do they speak of it that way?

Than he told me of the many exemptions that have been given and said I should be prepared for a call at any time. I would be among the first.

I did not want to hear anymore. I just rushed out into the street and walked and walked and walked. It did no good. It was like a nightmare.

Called in the first draft! I don’t want to go.

Just as I was coming down our street Walter Nevins rushed up to me.

“I’ve been called, Ted!” he shouted. For a minute I could not speak. He seemed to have the same enthusiasm everyone else had. What is it? Am I different from all the others? Or are they just putting it on? Walter did seem in earnest, though, and the next thing he fired at me was, “Perhaps you’ll be called too; and we'll share the same tent.”

“Perhaps,” I muttered. Walter looked at me queerly, just as father does sometimes, and turned away. I don’t understand the attitude of some people.

I did not want to go home. I would have to tell father sooner or later, and I knew there would be a lot of advice. So I went to a moving picture show. In the middle of the show a man stood up and urged the committee to arrange a big parade for the Selected Men of the district.

It does not matter where you go. You can’t escape it. It’s just war talk, war talk, all the time.

Father was sitting up when I reached home. It seems one of the members of the Exemption Board is a friend of his. He called at our house and told Father I would be among the first to go.

Fathers face was beaming. He put his arm on mine and said: “Laddie, Laddie! Now is your chance! And remember, you’re my son. Do your best. Serve your country and your God and do nothing that you would be ashamed to have God and your father know about. It’s wonderful boy! Wonderful that you can go and I can give!”

I did not say anything. I can’t understand it yet. Here I am, getting ready to go out into that awful stench and strife, and Father says it’s wonderful for me to be able to go and for him to be able to give. I don’t understand it.

How to Clean a Gun

The best way to clean a rifle barrel after shooting is to run a clean Canton flannel patch, through using either a brass jointed, steel or hardwood rod with a swivel handle. But always clean from the breech, never from the muzzle. When a gun is so constructed that it cannot be cleaned from the breech, a wooden or hard rubber protected rod should be used.

After the first clean patch has been passed through the barrel several oil saturated patches should be run through until the last one comes out clean. Then it will do no harm to fit a brass wire or bristle brush to the tip of the rod, dip in oil and scrub vigorously.

Next dry out the bore with clean patches and then finally run through an oily patch and the gun may be laid away for a day or two; then repeat the performance, for the barrel will sweat some of the powder residue out of the pores of the steel and this you will get on the second cleaning.

Great Britain Sent 7,000,000 to Various Fronts in 1917

Mr. McPherson, Under Secretary of State of War, in presenting the British Army estimates offered some figures that are of great interest to America. Mr. McPherson said the health in the army was good. He gave the following tabulation of the size of British armies in the field up to December 31, 1917:

In the months 48,452 commissioned officers and 6,435, warrant officers have been appointed; 25,000 promotions have been gazetted from second to first lieutenant; 16,800 officers and 49,100 men have been mentioned in the honors lists. 600,000 men have been given leave in the last four months and 200,000 in the last four weeks. During 1917 there had been conveyed to the various fronts: 7,000,000,000 men, 500,000 animals, 200,000 vehicles, 90,000,000 tons of stores.

Pay-Minimum for all arms, 1s. 6d. a day, minimum for officers. 10s 6d a day; women and children on Army pay lists as women and dependents, about 10,000,000.

New services.-Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps: Over 20,000 enrolled, of whom, of whom 6,500 were abroad seas, and the remainder were employed at home. Labor Corps: 350,000 men of all races and colors.

Captured last year-168 heavy howitzers, 68 heavy guns, 437 field guns, 1,055 trench mortars and 2,843 machine guns.

The total saving of tonnage in the coming year is estimated at 2,000,000 tons, wood pulp has been substituted for tin plates for packing food supplies for the army. Crude glycerine at the annual rate of 1,800 tons have been recovered from by-products alone, and sold to the ministry of Munitions for the manufacture of 18,000,000 shells.

Embryo “Holy Joes” Taught By Senior Army Chaplain

Chaplain C. C. Bateman, of the 14th United States Cavalry , is the instructor at the school for chaplains of the Army, both in point in years and service, has made it plain to the new chaplains that there office is one of no mean importance. The schedule of lecture embraced the following topics: “The chaplain as a man among men and a gentleman”; Finding his field of usefulness”; Faith and works”; The chaplain as an example if the morale as well as the morals”; “Chaplains who have helped in time of stress”; “The chaplain in work of identification and correspondence”; The chaplain as legal counsel for the accused before courts martial”; “The chaplain as Postmaster and exchange officer”; “The Chaplain as mentor of diversions and sports”; “Keeping young among young men”.

Schools for chaplains are to be established in many of the divisional camps where ministers with no military experience have been called to serve the army.

Pennsylvania Traditions “Over There”

By George B. Landis

Editor of the Camp Hancock Edition of “Trench and Camp”

Wisdom unparalleled by ancient explorers was exhibited by the Government officials who discovered the site of Camp Hancock. Augusta Georgia, a winter resort of the northern millionaires, would be unknown to most of the Pennsylvania soldiers except for this fortuitous circumstance. Most of the soldiers have not yet become acquainted with the renowned “eighteen hole golf links,” on which battlefield some visiting society people “do their bit” in the fight against “Horrid Huns.”

The camp itself is four hundred feet higher than the city, which gives sunshine, and a superb view of the surrounding country, especially picturesque in the kaleidoscopic changes of color and atmosphere at sunrise sunset.

Reservoir Only Muddy Place

Camp Hancock had its hurricanes and its sand storms. The bitter cold weather unbidden entered the squad tents or caused discomfort to men on guard. In spite of the board of commerce statement that Augusta’s “climate excels that of the Riviera,” tender soldiers suffered even though they may have had six blankets and three overcoats each. (It probably will be hotter in July.) Mud was intolerable in only one place-the reservoir-the best bayonet training ground in the country, In wet weather the soldiers waded in mud there, but this condition was pre-arranged so as to give them experience in real trench warfare before they arrived in France. The sandy soil dries off immediately after rain; because of this the sanitation of the camp is almost perfect and Hancock is the healthiest camp in the country. Other camps have claim, but Hancock substantiates it by government reports.

The 28th Division is composed almost entirely of the Pennsylvania National Guardsmen and has been dubbed the keystone division. The cosmopolitan character of the population of Pennsylvania is reflected in the Division, giving a demonstration of world democracy which promises the fulfilment of the noblest aspirations of broadminded and really altruistic patriots.

Camp Hancock is no vacation camp, not even a peace time National Guard camp. The somber, serious business of overcoming a prepared, experienced and armed foe is evidence in the rumbling artillery, the barrage fire, the combat firing on the rifle range, the complex works of expert engineers, the wig-wagging of signal men, the positive air of the military men, the positive air of the military police and the fluttering flag on the car of a general who really commands.

The New Year’s slogan of the Keystone Division was “PEP”- that is enthusiasm which with intensive training enables the soldier to capture ten Boches a day without endangering himself in the least. This remarkable category is characterized by some good Pennsylvania people as “Spizzerinctum.” “Watch your PEP,” “Cut out your cussing and use your PEP for a promotion,” were mottos prominently displayed.

The Keystone division will live up to the history and traditions of the State from which it takes its name,

Self Sufficient Pennsy

Pennsylvania is the Keystone of the manufacturing State. Her supplies of coal and oil, her manufacturers of plate, of locomotives, of rails, of electrical machines and a thousand and other useful articles, at least her industrial supremacy. Drawn from all these avocations, Camp Hancock engineers challenge the world. Pennsylvania can provide all the supplies and munitions of war within her own borders.

Pennsylvania, the central colony of the original thirteen, the keystone of the arch sweeping down the Atlantic shore if the United States, has played an important part in national affairs of the past. Independence Hall at Philadelphia, Valley Forge and Gettysburg speak for themselves in undying needs. In every war she has set forth a larger number of soldiers than any other State, and history has written their records. Fine heroism was shown by Penn in promoting the peaceful conquest of the Indians, and by Benjamin Franklin in resisting the obnoxious stamp acts. Mad Anthony Wayne and Arthur St. Clair, Reynolds and Hancock, McClellan and Meads, Tasker H. Bliss and Peyton C. March-these are bright names on Pennsylvania’s military roster.

The 130 steps a minute gait, the soldierly bearing, the intelligent, alert physiognomy of Pennsylvania soldiers, their ability to eat four meals a day, to sleep from before “taps” until after “reveille” and to endure a grilling training for ten hours a day-all combined with aforesaid “pep” indicate a fitness for actual warfare which make the 28th Division-the Keystone Division-the one to be depended on in time of military stress.

Pershing’s Veneration Touches French People

Two army officers were discussing General Pershing at a dinner table the other evening.

“He has been quite a revelation to those who thought of Americans as short-sleeved diplomatics,” said one officer.

Then was told again with a thrill of pride, the story of his tactful speech of General Foch, as all that America has was offered to one French Generalissimo.

“But,” Said the first speaker,” that speech may have been graceful; yet it does not compare with the action at the Tomb of Napoleon. You remember his visits there. Well, to show hm a signal honor, the sheathed sword of Napoleon was brought and handed to him. Most officers would have withdrawn the sword from its sheath. Not so General Pershing holding it as if it was some sacred symbol, he kissed it tenderly, bowing low as he did it. And it was that action that endeared him, more than all else, to the French people. All the papers were full of it the next day.”

“Yes,” said the other officer, “he has made very few mistakes, and he has succeeded in giving the French people the impression that we know how things should be done and have a veneration for things that ought to be venerated.”

Steps to Improve Handling of Soldier Mails at Camps

The rolling statement is authorized by the War Department:

A general order has been issued dealing with the matter of numerous and bitter complaints that have been made by reason of delays and errors in the delivery of mail to enlisted men in camps and cantonments, and by reason of the lost f theft of mail, after it has been turned over to the military authorities by the Post Office Department.

These occurrences cause widespread dissatisfaction among the men to whom mail is sent, and generally being reproach upon the military service. The regimental mail orderly personnel is prescribed, but the company mail orderlies apparently are not appointed according to any regulation or system, are changed frequently, and are replaced by men unfamiliar with this work.

Much difficulty will be avoided if upon detailing mail orderlies, commanding officers issue proper instructions in this matter. Upon assuming their duties the mail orderlies will be informed that neglect, tardiness, or carelessness will subject them to appropriate punishment. They will be reminded that theft from and tampering with mail, whether insured, registered c. o. D., or otherwise are serious military offenses, triable and punishable under the 93d Article of War.

A change in the Army Regulations will shortly be promulgated which will bring Army Regulatkion into conformity with the present practice in the Post Office Department in the matter of insured parcels, and commanding officers will issue the necessary instructions to cause mail orderlies to accord to insured parcels the same careful treatment and exercise the same precautions to see that deliveries are effected to the proper addresses as was the case when mail orderlies were required to receipt to postmasters and to take receipts from the persons to whom insured parcels were delivered. The provisions in the present Army Regulations with respect to registered mail and c. o. D. packages will continue in force.

Salting Down with “Kale?”

American soldiers are not squandering their money. They have developed thrift. The study of the conditions by E. A. Hungerford, one of the Y.M.C.A. men at the front who has helped many a soldier to send money home, recently wrote, “The American soldier is the thriftiest American alive.”

It has been estimated that the average American soldier spends not more than twenty cents a day, and out of that he purchases toilet articles, tobacco and candy.

Hundreds of the American soldiers have been paying for Liberty Bonds as well as allocating half of their pay to their families. In spite of that, Y.M.C.A. huts “Over There” are thronged with men in uniform who greet secretaries with the words, “I want to send money home.”

The fame of Lieut. Mitchell, commander and manager of the fistic motormen of truck company 326 has now spread far beyond the Long island Pine Barrens. Since the participation of Tex Kelly, Richie Ryan and Eddie Grover in the Red Cross tournament at Madison Square Garden, these fighters have been brought here and there for benefits. At that affair Ryan and Grover had the galleries in ecstasies with their K.O. bout. They will repeat it in a tourney Bob Edgren of the Evening World is promoting.

JUNE 10, 1918

Trench and Camp

Vol. 1 No. 36

June 10, 1918

Shoulder Straps Awarded To 79 New Officers at Upton

Lieut. Col. Powers Announces List Which Produces Smile That Won’t Come Off

On a certain day last week enlisted men gazed in awe and admiration as new bars made their appearance on the shoulders of officers they knew. That evening Lieut. Col. Thomas J. Powers, cantonment chief of staff, made public the entire list of seventy-nine officers which have been promoted since June 1. The majority of the men are from New York City. The list:

Captains promotes to be Majors-Charles Kent Higgins, Depot Brigade; Reginald Victor M. Hiscoe, Cantonment Adjutant: Irvin Joseph Osborne, Depot Brigade; William D. Scholle, Assistant Chief of Staff; Walter Dreyfus, Depot Brigade; William H. Draper, Depot Brigade; John Halpin Burns, Depot Brigade; Edward Gardner Crane, Depot Brigade;Theodore Burdell, Depot Brigade; Henry Wilmerding Biddie, Depot Brigade; Matthew Black Carson, Military Police; George Loring Hubbell jr., Depot Brigade; Robert Clifford Fowler, Military Police and William E. Hoyer, Cantonment Headquarters.

First Lieutenant made Captains are: William Cramer, Depot Brigade; Emory Little Bryan, Cantonment, Intelligence Officer; George E. Ogilvie, Assistant Cantonment Adjutant; Joseph Morechauser, Depot Brigade Intelligence Officer, Andrew J. Connick, Cantonment Exchange Officer; Richard C. Klugschied, Assistant Judge Advocate; Norris M. Converse, Assistant Personnel Officer; Herman C. Schwad, Assistant Adjutant; William Vanthune, Depot Brigade; Louis Connick, Depot Brigade, Donald Lee McCuen, Depot Brigade; Edwin H. Quigley, Headquarters Detachment; Thornton H. MacDougal, Military Police; Patrick Henry Daniels, Depot Brigade; Patrick Henry Daniels, Depot Brigade; Harry B. MacLoughlin, Depot Brigade; Harry B MacLoughlin, Depot Brigade; Harry D. McKeige, Depot Brigade; Samuel H. Randall, Depot Brigade.

Second Lieutenants to be First Lieutenants:

Edmond L. Pearson. James Suningham, Thomas B. Niles, Thomas J. Ryan, Edgar M. Smith Jr., Samuel A. Mathewson, Wilmer H. Carter, Herman M. Buggelin, Assistant Chief of Staff; Ray Perkins, Assistant Cantonment Intelligence Officer, Harold W. Rudolph, Addison Campbell, Herman J. Knapp, Thomas Keator, John W. Johnson, John W. Codd, Gustave A. Sumph, Edward A. Judge, William H. Smith, Thomas S. McGinley, Henry Herman, Albert D. Smith, Eric M. Ross, William Eastman, John W. Love, Richard J. Cullinan, William P. Fay, Clarence G. Frick, Joseph S. Roberts, William M. Donohue, Charles J. Palmer, Leslie L. Anderson, George F. Alices, Max M. Rosenblum, Elwood D. Blakesiee, John M. Jennings, Herman N. Harcourt, William F. Britten, Archie E. Rhinehart, James P. Cahens jr., Lewis J. Arata, Sidney P. Henshaw, Elmer S. Mulford, Leonard C. Quackenbush, James G. Affleck, Ray D. Magrudey, Frederick R. Herten, Frank M. Hourigan and William H. Robinson.

Flying Expedition Fascinates Many

Tail spins, nose dives, swoops and all manner of dangerous looking maneuvers were part of the wonderful flying expedition which gave Zeppelin neck to several thousand soldiers here recently. Lieut. S. M. Connel of Warrenton, N. C., and a cadet F. C. Maxwell, were in the curtiss plane, coming from Hazelhurst Field. They were on a submarine patrol and fetched up here for gas and a few minor adjustments. Capt. Cecil Hooke of the Q. M. met them, and after taking a short flight steered Lieut Connel to Lieut. Mitchell’s Motor Truck Co. 326, where the petrol was secured.

Dr. Mott Explains Why $100,000,000 Must Be Raised In Coming Drive

Why the Y.M.C.A. must raise more than $100,000,000 during the coming drive for funds to maintain war activities here and overseas was outlined by Dr. John R. Mott, General Secretary, who recently returned from the western front, at the annual meeting of the National War Work Council held at the Banker’s Club.

To begin with, unexpected losses have to be met. Within five or six days of Germans captured one-fourth of the 550 foyers du soldat-known to the American soldiers as “Y. M.” huts-which have been maintained by the American Y.M.C.A. for the French forces , Dr. Mott said . The association has appropriated $500,000 to replace the eighty nine huts and dugouts lost by the British Y.M.C.A. in Flanders and Picardy during the recent enemy drive.

Herds Of Buffaloes See Varied Programme

They were hanging the rafters, lying under the piano and standing four deep in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium one night last week for the big Buffalo entertainment arranged by Messrs. Kindle and Schwem of the Y.M.C.A. for the colored soldiers and others. Every number was received with shrill voiced, riotous enthusiasm, Frederick Shultz, Y.M. Physical Director, announcing the following; Band members by the 367th musicians: Private Eliot, world famed contortionist, in living pictures of doughnuts and pretzels, Sergt. Battle furnishing the musical urges; Y.M. Secretary Kindle, in a cleve slack wire act; Randall and Drayton, 367th suffering from “Expotemtissimus,” with songs, patter and dancing; 112 pound boxing bout, Clark vs. Basden; 122 pound bout, Tait vs. Williams; 133 pound, Will Martin vs. Young Bruno; 142 pound Jewell vs. Coke Williams; heavyweight exhibition, Green “Young Jack Johnson” vs. Baker.

Schimmy, Schabble Music Featured This Jazzing

The members of the Bakers and Cooks Detachment were entertained galore last week. The Darktown Follies, Hawaiian Musical Quintet, played schimmy, schabble music with such entrancing melody that the kitchen utensils, stoves and most everything else that was meant to be stationary stood up on their toes and wobbled to the melody of jazz. It was a funny sight to see the diners while messing. It was a continuous glide to the tune of the music for the knives, forks and spoons all during the time it took them to satisfy their appetites, and some appetites they had. Sergt. Dennis said if he were to make this music affair a regular thing they would eat him out of kitchen and all.

The jazz players were men of exceptional talent, since they sang and danced as well.

Probably the most interesting reading matter would be the mentioning of our Memorial Day dinner, which most folks claim was the best yet. Roast turkey, turkey dressing, mashed potatoes, tomatoes and lettuce salad, sliced cucumbers, asparagus tips with buttered sauce, fruit salad, ice cream and almond nut sponge cake dressed with currant jelly coffee, bread and butter. And what’s more, I might mention that absolute pleasing service was demonstrated all through dinner hour by our white winged waiters. With the menu just mentioned and a jazz band unexcelled, Sergt. Dennis claims the day.

Reclamation Department Brings Back to Health and Usefulness O. O. Duds Discouraged by War

Remarkable Camp Institution Doing Wonders in Promoting Conservation and Economy

Tucked away in a low, tar papered building next to warehouse 10, on second avenue nent to the corner of Upton Boulevard. Is a camp institution which has earned a right to a place with the immortals. And yet it is hardly “tucked away,. For it fills to bulging the quarters allotted. The Camp Reclamation Department, where old o. d.’s are made new and discouraged hiking shoes cheered and encouraged by skilled workmen, is this place. Under Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way is, Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way, is Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Kavanaugh. In charge of the shoe repair department is Sergt. George Fitzgerald, before entering the service a shoe manufacturer in Brooklyn. His knowledge of shoes is uncanny. He can tell what’s wrong with a boot by giving it a wee squint with one eye, and he issues orders immediately which will bring it back to health and strength.

At The Eleventh Hour

The hour of the eleventh is twelve-or Mess. Chow, Slum, Eats-call it any old thing-but that’s the time the soldiers assemble and get away with this drama.

The characters are usually cast out by the Mess Sergeant in the middle of the Meal.

The scene represents the interior of a low gabled summer home. Ever-green blossoms bearing tinseled fruit hang in festoons near the tall columns. In spite of this, the color scheme is olive drab.

Sergt. Hart (The Savant): The Evolutionary Theory is right, fellows in spite of Dale’s handsome physiognomy, which goes to corroborate-

Corpl. Donner (Apollo): Come down to Earth. Talk English. We can’t understand you.

Corpl. Reibstein (The Boss): ME too; yet I agree with the Lecture.

Sergt. Major Reinig (The Big Chief): If Donner says “No,” it must be “Yes.”

Sergt. Spitzer (Beau Brummel): Talking about Physiognomies modesty prevents me from asserting who the handsomest guy here is. Now when I was in the movies-

Wag Weber (the Simone Legree of the Mules)-Hey! Eat your beans. That’s movies enough.

Mess Sergt. Maeder (blowing the whistle violently)-All together, boys - what’s the motto of the Fighting 11th? Ready, set, GO!

All Saved Food!

Mess Sergeant-Good! Now, pipe down, eat up, and give the new guys a chance.

Sergt. Cohen (Custodian of the Records)-My sentiments exactly. You can’t drive a nail with a sponge, no matter how hard you soak it.

Private Dale (The Guard House Lawyer)-Why do you pick on me? All I want is a new pair of shoelaces. Mine bust, Do I get ‘em?

Sergt. Andrews (Supply Sergeant Emeritus)-Sure; and if they don’t fit you you can carry them on your arms.

Sergt. Rice (Supply Sergeant Elect) -No! You-all done don’t get no all shoelaces till I count ‘em all, an’ if Ah has an extry one you-all kin have it.

ALL-How about my breeches?

Sergt. Rice (trying to retreat), is stopped by the Kitchen Police, who clamorously protest that their shirts do not match their drawers-Have a heart, mates.

Sergt. Andrews-If you wear them under your other clothes nobody will notice it.

Sergt. Rice-You all complain. Jess look at my shoe. (He holds up his shoe. It is the wrong one, being in perfect condition. A howl goes up.)

At this point a noise outside attracts the attention of the men. It is the newsboy shouting “Wuxtry! Sergt. Maeder married. All about the romance!”

The boys chip in and buy a paper. It contains the following items:

“Sergt. Conroy of the Fighting 11th announces the coming of another recruit, weight eight and half pounds. ‘Pop’ is some proud! Father and baby are doing well.”

“The popular Mess Master of the 11th has embarked upon the sea of matrimony, as he did not get enough fighting in the D. B.”

“Sergt. Schwartz has made a hit in the insurance drive. He is a candidate for the O. T. S., and is looking forward to leading vast armies to victory!

“Sergt. Spitzer resigns from the National Guard.”

As the noise of reading ceases, the sounds of eating continue. Soon Sergt. Guastavino enters crestfallen.

All-What’s the matter, old top?

Gus (the Artist)-Aw they made me take down my pretty decorations.

No more Parisian garden.

Sergt. Andrews (at times the company wit)- Complaining of fallen arches.

Private Williams (the Perfect Printer)-Cheer up. How did you like my girl last Sunday? Wasn’t she a peach?

Sergt. Cohen-Say, Hart, that was a swell trick you played on Andrews. Brought around a car load of girls, made Andy shave and wash, and then didn’t even introduce a single one of them. Stingy.

First Sergt, Hart-Conroy, you go to the Signal School this afternoon to talk Yiddish with Casey.

Andrews-Well, I’m going. I must teach my pajamas to stand up so that they can stand reveille for me.

Acting Corpl. Brown-Yo! We get paid today.

In a jiffy the mess hall is emptied.

(Curtain-Cars.) Sergt F. M.

Ninth Battalion Puts Over Field Day

Despite the fact that the men were very new and strange to things, the 9th Battalion, Depot Brigade, jumped into activity recently with a memorial day field day that was a winner. Major Charles K. Higgins was the moving spirit of the affair, ably directed by Lieut. Livingston, regimental athletic officer: Capt. Graf and Lieuts. Edison, Cramer, and Gibson. A large crowd of relatives and friends was on hand. The 9th assures that it will be heard from in all classes of sport in the future. Here were the events.

Tug-of-war (Heavyweight teams, 200 pounds) -35th company won from 36th and 33d companies.

Lightweight teams, 140 pounds-35th company won from 36th; 34th won from 33d.

Fat man’s race-Won from McCauley. 35th Company; Hershman, 33d Company second.

Relay Race- won by 33d Company; 24th company second.

Medicine Ball Race- First heat won by 36th Company; 35th Company second: Second heat won by 34th Company, 33d Company second.

Baseball Game-Score 3 to 1 in favor of 35th Company. The feature of the game was the pinch hitting of Lieut. Bordeaux.

Brigade Diamond Comes From Rough

The Depot Brigade Ball Field is beginning to look less like a diamond says the boys will be playing on it in another few weeks. There has been some little difficulty in getting the sod, some of it having been brought from Bellport, but in spite of every difficulty, more sod is being found and laid every day.

The grandstand set out by Mr. Charles Ebbets of the Brooklyn has been erected. It is in fifteen sections, each section being capable of accommodating over 100 people.

All soldiers are invited to Friday games at the Ebbets field in Brooklyn free of charge. The war tax only being changed. Mr. Ebbets wishes this announcement to be made so that all soldiers at Camp Upton may take advantage of it.

Buffaloes Have An Honorary Colonel

Charles William Anderson Given “Commision: to Last for Life

The Buffaloes-367th colored infantry-now have an honorary Colonel in Addition to their commander, Col. James A. Moss, to whom goes the honor of having developed in his regiment the spirit which has attracted such widespread notice. The honorary Chief is Charles William Anderson, former Collector of Internal Revenue of the Port of New York and prominent colored man. He has notified last week to appear at Upton, and came with no idea of what was ahead, Arriving at the packed Buffalo auditorium, he found the gathering in his honor, and the culmination in his honor, and the culmination came when he was handed a handsome honorary commission stating he would be honorary Buffalo Colonel for life. His efforts in the regiment’s behalf actuated the conferring of the unique honor.

Heavy Shooting Here By Movie Film Makers

Large Companies of Doughboys in the making have felt the thrill that comes once in a lifetime-when the movie camera is turned on-during the past week. H. E. Hancock, who filmed “Patria” and other features, has been in camp with his camera man, Mr. Rubenstein, under commision from the War Work Council, Y.M.C.A., to take shots at soldier's life for the news weeklies. Several hundred feet of the athletic meet at Smith’s Field, including Benny Leonard's Mammoth class in boxing calisthenics were secured, with other Camp Subjects.

One of the interesting ones was the filming for the first time of Remount Packmaster John W. Hollandsworth and his pack train of seventy mules as they appeared like Andes Mountain express carriers over the brow of a pine fringed hill near the Remount Depot. Sergt. Goldstein and Sergt. Fitzgerald of Lieut. Mackin’s Quartermaster Reclamation Department posed one of the shoe repair soldiers at hiking shoes, and a Francis X. Bushman career is predicted for Private Reel, who did the job.

Killed When Rifle Is Accidentally Fired

The testimony of witnesses and subsequent official investigation proved beyond a doubt the accidental character if a rifle shot which killed Private Walter Freed, 38th Co., 152d Depot Brigade, recently. Freel was asleep in the barrack, when guards were being changed. The sentry had some difficulty with his piece and as the Corporal of the guard was helping him, the rifle was discharged. The bullet passed through the wall, through Freel’s brain and out through the ceiling. He was killed instantly. Freeds home was number 335 Pearl Street, New

Reclamation Department Brings Back to Health and Usefulness O. O. Duds Discouraged by War

Remarkable Camp Institution Doing Wonders in Promoting Conservation and Economy

Tucked away in a low, tar papered building next to warehouse 10, on second avenue went to the corner of Upton Boulevard. Is a camp institution which has earned a right to a place with the immortals. And yet it is hardly “tucked away,. For it fills to bulging the quarters allotted. The Camp Reclamation Department, where old o. d.’s are made new and discouraged hiking shoes cheered and encouraged by skilled workmen, is this place. Under Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way is, Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Mackin, the Reclamation Officer-whose phone, by the way, is Extension 236, should you ever care to call him regarding matters of conversation-is in command, assisted by Lieut. Kavanaugh. In charge of the shoe repair department is Sergt. George Fitzgerald, before entering the service a shoe manufacturer in Brooklyn. His knowledge of shoes is uncanny. He can tell what’s wrong with a boot by giving it a wee squint with one eye, and he issues orders immediately which will bring it back to health and strength.

The Darktown Follies hold over a week because of the success of their engagement, have been going over large at the Buffalo Auditorium with a new bill. One of the features in a recent show was a jiggling contest, with “Gang.” the famous individual mob, acting as the hook. Buffalo Drayton was a popular favorite, while the dancing of George Mitchell, non-Buffalo, who has been pleasing over the whole camp with his clever dancing, was given a hearty reception.

Majors Marmon Bumped

After driving his fliver on the Boston Post Road Major Payson of the Depot Brigade has been heard to declare he would not be afraid to drive through hades, or words to that effect. He was bumped three times.-once in the front, once at the back and once in the middle; the Chinese Mercedes gasoline economizer bore no marks, but there were three wrecked cars on the Boston Post Road. At Pelham Barracks during the ball game, one of the hard-hitting sailors knocked a high one through the Major’s windshield and all things considered, the fivver had rather an interesting day of it. Since the Major had his initials placed on the panels of the car he has been complaining of less mileage on gas and tires.

French Band Stirs Depot Brigaders To Wildest Enthusiasm

Even in a camp where enthusiasm and spirits sweep like a tidal wave every evening or so from the drab bosoms of husky young fighters, the entertainment tendered the French band recently in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium by the Third Battalion, 152d Depot Brigade was notable.

The musicians in horizon blue set the great audience wild with their contributions to the evening and when Upton’s beloved commander, Gen. J Franklin Bell, stepped to the platform to make a few remarks the cheering took on every evidence of frenzy on the Broad Street curb on a busy day. The applause for the heroes of our ally of the Tricolor was sustained and the Generals stirring remarks evoked more plaudits if that is possible.

The entertainment made a forty nine out of a possible fifty, as they say on the range. Private James Reilly, Hugh Clark, Edward Snyder and William Ness, the Rookie four of the 11th Company, put the snap and go of big time professionals in their numbers. “Kaiser Bill’s a Bum” was a little truth well sung among others. Private Walter Donaldson, creator of creation beating melodies, was at the piano and a number of his hits were rendered.

It was hard to believe at times that Private John Rothany and Frank Miglino, 12th Company, were properly functioning human beings so marvelous are the acrobatic flings and leaps making up their sketch. It is without a question one of the best done pieces of work ever seen here. Private Frank Dobblin, 10th Company, with Private Milton Feiher accompanying, sang several ballads pleasingly, and Private James Zeffarano, 10th Company, was clever in some imitations.

Lieut. Carter adjutant of the 3d Battalion, was the officer in charge of the programme, which was seen through its details by Private Feiher, who has had considerable experience in the show business before donating the fighters wear.

Men of Many Nationalities Welded Into One Great Brotherhood Here

(By a Rookie)

The statement that America is the melting pot of nations has always been accepted as axiomatic. No less true is the assertion that nothing has done more to cement bonds of friendship among men of all races, customs, ideals and beliefs than the training camps where Uncle Sam’s champions of democracy are being taught the intricate arts of modern warfare.

The foreign-born are all slowly but surely mouldered into a fine typeof American citizenry, resolved, to do or die for the land of their adoption.

A knowledge of the composition of Company, 152d Depot Brigade, 7th Battalion. Strikingly demonstrates these facts. Drafted from an industrial centre known as the “Essen of America,” the members are largely foreign born. Between them and their native-born comrades there has arisen a feeling of common interest unknown in civil life. It sprang into existence the moment they were quartered in barracks under the same roof.

In the 28th Company may be found former citizens of nearly every race, even the stoical Mongolian-brothers all. Many of them cannot understand English, and Lieuts. Van Thun (in charge). Hahn, Schroeder, Roberts and Greeley have not only had to qualify as exceptional officers in the initial training of the men, but have also demonstrated that they can, as linguists, understand almost any tongue from Balken lingo to Peking chatter.

Our hats go off to the First Sergeant Rosa J. Dirkson a fine man with a benevolent disposition, but ever watchful. He is ready to lend a helping hand and pay due heed to every hard luck story or complaint. But he is also a strict disciplinarian and will surely detect any disobedience or neglect.

Now that the company has settled itself. Matters are moving very smoothly, with the exception of Sergt. Fitzpatrick, whose fiery hair is matches at drill hours by his complexion in trying to make his platoon understand how to execute a squads understanding how to execute squads- understand how to execute a squads right movement. It might be mentioned here that this particular part of the drill is one of the execution of which must be correct or Bridgeport will hear Fitzpatrick’s graphophonic voice.

CZKXPGMBQ- did you get that name? If not, you are referred to Sergeants. Erhardt, Emmerich, Roehrig, Esser and Weber. They have become bomb proof on catching names never dreamed of by Noah Webster when he bound the English language up into a book. The aforesaid sergeants are now peacefully resting under the care of a physician at the base hospital; one who is skilled in the treatment of shell-shock. Roehrig is being ability to fit shoes on horses. He learned it out here too.

Hoot, man! Here comes the bonnie Scotchman, Sergt. Ferguson. Behind his straight figures comes Sergt. McGeough. Insurance this way, boys. Don’t forget to be insured. The cost is very trifling and think of what you leave behind you when anything happens to you. The best thing for you. Some one would think they were solicitors instead of really performing an act of mercy in writing up the insurance forms. Did you ever see Fergie with his bag-pipe (the pipe that looks like a bag over his mouth)? And listen to McGeough spill a yarn about what he did in New York the last time he went to the Aquarium. Rest.

Attention, You Guys Who Think You Have Talent! Here’s a Chance to Get It Out of Your System

Impresario Irving Berlin Feels Another Big Show Coming On and Is in Quest of Performers

The fame of “You Know Me, Al.?” “Biff! Bang!” and other recent enlisted men’s shows is due for a decided eclipse since the announcement that Private Irving Berlin and allies are hard at work preparing for the presentation of a musical comedy in New York to show what men of the National Army can do.

All the language of the 1918 circus poster-”Mammoth, stupendous, glittering, gorgeous.” and the rest-applies without; reservation to this production, for which talent is now being sought. Further announcement will appear in Trench and Camp from time to time. Permission of Lieut. Col. Thomas J. Powers, Chief of staff, has been received, it is understood, for the show.

Let this “Memorandum.” posted by the backers, advertising for actors, singers, dancers, musicians, amature and professional entertainers, speak for itself:

A musical comedy, minstrel and sketch to be staged, acted and managed by our own Camp Upton boys is shortly to be arranged for under the direction of Private Irving Berlin.

This performance, which is to be representative of what the boys in a draft camp can do, will be held at one of the important theatres in New York City and possibly elsewhere, and the entire proceeds will go toward the erection of a hotel in this camp for the accommodation and use of friends and relatives of it’s soldiers.

In taking part you will be doing a two fold, splendid service to your camp and your folks, so step out, fellows, and don’t be modest about your talents! If you have any professional or amateur experience or ability, we want to hear from you at once.

Report to Private Irving Berlin at No.126 Eighth Street, Cantonment Headquarters Detachment, between 7 and 9 P.M., any evening excepting Saturdays and Sundays.

Epic Of New England Written By Private Late Of Denver's

Celebrities From Soil of Emerson Set Before “Our Busy Readers.”

Perhaps you’ve noticed the classic, Emersonian tone Upton has assumed in past days. Of course, it may be just the June balm, but there is a large number who believes the New England men are responsible. To have in Camp Thousands of these lads from Puritan soil could not but have it’s influence. There are 327 rookies, you know, from Boston. Daniel B. Roche, once of Danvers, Mass., now privating it in the 11th Company, Second Battalion, 152d Depot Brigade, has taken it upon himself to wright a running epic of some of these New Englanders, and it is given herewith, not a foot of the original missing;

Soldiers All

Just tell the folks we landed,

Like Columbus did before,

And believe me we are working,

And were doing every chore.

Here’s Charles E. Fitzgerald,

Used to start the cars on time

For the good old Salem Willows

Now he runs on Upton time.

You should get a look at Michael F.

Gillispie is his name,

And the way he gets around the burg,

Well, SPEED’S his middle name.

There’s John who left old Italy,

Who “eatas” da spaghetti.

But boys you want to watch him,

For he’ll can the Kaiser yet.

Look out for Herbie Bishop,

He’s got a pious name,

But he’ll never be a Chaplain,

For he’s hitched up to a dame.

Dick Kerwin longs for Danvers,

Where the Danvers River flows,

Always sighting for his wifey,

No matter where he goes.

John E. Cain misse’s Danvers

And his little grocery wagon,

For he can’t get clothes to fit him;

He’s some doughboy, that’s no braggin’.

(Ed’s note-As originally submitted, this epic was long enough to stretch from sound to ocean. It will appear by installments. Watch for them, during speeding weeks.)

Songfest By 20,000 Men Will Be Staged Here Soon By Dudley

New Director of Camp Singing, Gifted With Personality, Makes Big Hit With Soldiers

Camp Upton’s new director of camp singing has been laying to his work for the past few days in a way which assures that every man who comes here, if he’s not deaf and dumb, will contribute his share toward making it a Singing Army, as advertised.

This live masculine, hard working and result getting coaxer of melody from gun-toting persons is Eric Dudley, lately of the Conservatory of Music at Ithaca N.Y., and once singing director and vocal instructor in London. He has wide experience in leading community singing in England before it wa even dreamed of on this side of the Salt Blue.

Since the moment of his appointment to this Camp by the war Department Commission on Training Camp Activities he has been at work all the time, arranging for sings and then leading them. He has directed nearly Battalion of the Depot Brigade and has drawn some great music from each one. Plans are under way for a mammoth open air soldier sing some time soon, with twenty thousand voices directed by Mr. Dudley.

He has that much agitated thing, personality, and knows how to use it. And he’s in every sense a soldier’s man, which means a he-male person of the non-feminine gender. The lads like him sing for him, if the huge roaring and tumults of song and cheering that come from his proteges are indicative. The song’s he’s using include a number of soldier-written hits of recent vintage. Private Walter Donaldson’s song’s are among them, and Mr. Dudley has some of his own that are also good.

Gen. Bell was present one morning when the new director was working and spoke heartiest endorsement of the efforts he’s making to get everybody singing. “I believe most heartily in every soldier being a singing soldier. Singing is a wonderful tonic when you are tired, and I know from experience.” The General also urged the men to establish relations of friendliness with their officers, and yet observe the discipline so necessary to a successful army.

Lieut. Col., Dolph Athletic Officer Of Depot Brigade

Lieut. Col. C. A. Dolph is now athletic officer of the Depot Brigade, Lieut. Blakeslee having been transferred to the artillery training camp in the South. Col. Dolph has appointed other officers in charge of different sports. Col. Dolph has been instrumental in stimulating the company and battalion league and kept it going in spite of adverse circumstances movement of troops, &c., breaking up the schedules and the cantonment diamond and tennis courts on the 18th street are the result of his enthusiasm for athletics on a large scale.

Baseball Results

In the southeastern quarter of camp baseball is swinging along in great shape these bright days. The team of the 302d Remount Depot has been playing in pennant winning form with two victories over Company C, Military Police 16 to 3, and Motor Truck Company 826, 2 to 1. The Remount Pack Train has cleaned up the office lads of the Mule Centre by one run, 7 to 6. The boys of the Outgoing Casual Warehouse took over Company C, Military Police, 10 to 8.

The man who said “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” Should have seen the 3d Company monkey and a certain Depot Brigade soldier holding hands and gazing into each others eyes. The scene was most touching,

Speeders Of All Ranks Are Seized

Officers of all ranks, privates and civilians, have been caught in the anti-speed net which the vigilant scions of the Provost Guard have been tightening about camp recently. Fifteen miles an hour is the limit, and M. P.’s have been along all the principal rues and boulevards to see that it’s not broken. Scores of violators have been brought before Major H. H. Walker, Provost Marshal, and reprimanded.

Mass Events Feature N.Y.A. C.-D. Brigade Meet In Which 5,000 Soldiers Participate

Officers Tug at Rope-Benny Leonard Cheered With Boxing Calisthenics Class-French Band Plays

For massing soldiers into competitive games, the athletic meet of last week at Smith’s Field given for the 152d Depot Brigade by the New York Athletic Club captures all the silver and glit prizes and smashes into minute fragments all standing local records. Five thousand men participate in the giant meet, not to mention the thousands of others, cheering, kidding, laughing, and whistling, who formed a great square of khaki around the field looked on. The French Military Band played under a precarious, extemporized marquee, and it was lucky they hadn’t more. Horns or it would have been carried aloft by the gale. The Depot Brigade Band, led by Mr. Eckinroth, vied in frequently competition with the Frenchman from across the field. Col. John Woodward, commanding the brigade, was honorary referee, and Lieut. Col. Cyrus A. Dolph was one of the most enthusiastic spectators. Especially in the officers tug-of-war did his sporting blood rise, and he pulled every inch of the rope with his outfit, although he didn’t have his hands on it.

With The Engineers

The Y.M.C.A. Hut at the Engineer’s Camp was recently presented with a handsome silk flag by the ladies of the First Reformed Church, Jamaica, and the colors were unfurled with appropriate ceremonies Friday evening, May 24. Color Sergts. Gray of the 152d and Albertson of the 39th Engineers officiated and after a few words on behalf of the donors by Secretary Corwin, Dr. Anderson gave a brief but stirring address on “The Flag,” at the close of which the national anthem was sung and three cheers given. This was followed by a lecture by Mr. W. W. Ellsworth, former editor of the Century Magazine entitled “The Hun.” Illustrated by 100 slides, beautifully illustrative.

Mr. and Mrs. Howard O. Wood of Jamaica gave a most enjoyable entertainment at the Hut, singing solos and duets in an informal manner and thereby getting into very close sympathy with their audience.

The boys at the Engineer Camp appreciate good things.

Umpire and 3 Runs Beat Brigade Nine

Depot Ball-Tossers Have Exciting Passage With Bayshore Sailors

The Depot Brigade ball team, which journeyed to the Central Islip Hospital to play against the team representing the Naval Aviation Station at Bayshore, was beaten by a score of 8 to 3 and a balky umpire. In the first innings the umpire insisted on busting up the game by ordering out Bruno Haas, the Naval School pitcher, because he questioned a decision, the umpire insisting that Haas was no lady. The boys from Bayshore greeted the umps with the order of the “raz” to such an extent that the official got mad and said he wouldn’t play if Haas stayed in the game, and finally the boys from Upton persuaded Bruno to tell the umpire it was his mistake, and the game continued.

In the third, with three men on bases, Carlson, the Upton pitcher, struck out Berchtold and Boynton, two of the heavy hitters of the Bayshore team, and with two strikes on him, Barcroft, the next man up, hit out a high one to the left field, which Lieut. Stookey of the Upton

JUNE 17, 1918

Trench and Camp

Vol. 1 No. 37

June 17, 1918

Gen. Bell Working For Special R.R. Rates Between Here and N.Y

Cantonment Commander Exerting Efforts to Have 3-Cent-a-Mile Tariff Reduced

Announcement that Gen. Bell is interceding personally to secure special rates for Upton men travelling to New York has shed a ray of hope through the gloom pall cast over the camp June 10 when the raise in rates to three cents a mile went into effect by order of the Director General of Railroads.

The fare to New York for enlisted men, nurses, officers and every one became $4.21 round trip to the city, and for several days there was no other conversation topic. Greetings became “Whaddye know about this new fare?” and heads were put together on every camp corner in an effort to solve the financial problem created.

Every private can figure this new fare into his economy much better than even the Special Trench and Camp Statistician. Jack Kelly, in his cartoon on the back page of this issue, has doped it out pretty accurately. It simply “CAN’T BE DID.” New York might as well be a suburb of San Francisco, as far as availability to men who rarely get a chance to salute a five dollar note uncased are concerned. And the expressions about camp were discouraging in the extreme. Passes to the city are One Glint of Sunshine in the dullest Upton weather.

With the announcement from Gen. Bell’s office that he will make an effort to secure special rates, cheer is widespread, and it looks as if the cloud might quickly pass.

One way out suggested was that all passes be constructed to come into the furiough class. According to the new law, soldiers on the furiough at their own expense are charged a cent a mile.

But a furiough is something over forty-eight hours and most passes are for less than that time.

The day before the new rates became effective, which happened to be Sunday, was the largest visiting day in Upton history. This statement has been made so often by the Trench and Camp that it seems advisable to keep it standing in the composing room. But this was a really, sure ‘nuf record breaker. Twelve excursion trains of fourteen cars each came from New York with about 15,000 people who were talking advantage of the old special fare. Thousands came by motor. A gigantic task was given the military police because many people came without definite directions as to what street and number their friends’ barracks were on, and Major Walker’s men were hard put to it to get everyone located properly.

Upton-Trained Man Writes Back For A Prayer Book

Jewish Soldier in France Tells Rabbi “Atheism Is a Dead Issue.”

Rabbi Nathan Blechman, camp rabbi, has received a letter from France which, he points out, has some significant statements. That atheism is a dead issue in France is one of the assertions made by the young Hebrew in the letter. He writes: “SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE, March 11, 1918. Jewish Welfare Board, Camp Upton, N.Y. Dear Sirs- I have an urgent request to make, which I hope will be granted, and that is, if within your scope of work, to send me an abridged “Prayer Book for Jews in the U.S. Army.” “I had one, but somehow it has been lost, and ever since, being without it, reacts on me as through there was a vital organ gone wrong within me. Simply cannot do without it.”

“It may interest you to know that after keen observation it has been borne out very vividly to my mind that atheism is a dead issue in this side. Everybody prays, there are no slackers. One thing is certain, after this war religious observance will be world-wide, one of the best results to attain.

“As to myself, I find comfort in prayer; eased, because with the Almighty’s presence so high, He will not fail to hear my appeal to guide me straight and to take care of those left behind. What wouldn’t I give to attend a Jewish service, to hear a rabbi, Never realized how essential to man these ceremonies are.

“Expecting an early reply as to the daily prayer book, I am, as ever before, a sincere Hebrew.

“Pvt. HAROLD BLEIBERG.

“Company F, 1st Prov. Co., 163d Infantry. A.E.F., France.”

Dr.Blechman said: “I replied with a cordial personal letter and sent him both prayer book and a bible.”

Sixth Battalion Takes Possession of Camp and Makes Welkin Ring

The Sixth Battalion, that spirited outfit which claims to be the livest one in camp, owned Upton one day last week. At least a good-sized chunk of it was theirs. It was Sixth Battalion Day from 2.30 in the afternoon till about 11 in the evening, when the last act in the big vaudeville show arranged by Lieut. J. E. Schuyler had fled before a gale of applause in the Y.M.C.A Auditorium.

A color presentation opened the Sixth’s celebration. Chaplain William T. Manning of the battalion was responsible for the beautiful stand of colors, the first presented to a battalion here, as far as history can be relied upon. Dr. Manning presented the colors, in full view of the battalion, ranged on it own field, once the 302d Engineers’ drill grounds, to Major Walter Dryfus, commander. Father Lawrence Bracken, Knights of the Columbus chaplain; Dr. Nathan Blechman, camp rabbi, and Dr. Manning blessed the colors.

Field day events took up the rest of the afternoon. A competitive platoon drill, in which the 21st, 22d, 23d and 24th Companies took part, was the feature doin’s. The 24th Company men were adjudged the most proficient, and were awarded the silver cup. For men but a very short time in khaki, the drillers were wonderfully skillful. The first tug-of-war event was won by the 22d Company, the 24th took the second, and the finals proved the superiority of the 22d. An interesting message relay race was captured by the 24th Company, with the 22d, second, and the 23d third. The knock-down-and-drag-off battle royal, which wound up the afternoon, furnished the bulk of the excitement. Lieut. Savoy, who refereed through even the thickest of the fray, finally gave a decision to Pokem and Knockemdown, which was adjudged satisfactory by all the proud wearers of black and blue markings. The officials of the meet were Frederick Schultz, Y.M. physical head, director; G.S. Swem, timer and C.H. Bishoff, judge, and C. Burnham, inspector.

In the evening the batallion gathered in the Y.M. auditorium for the big show. Thirty people from New York and a boxing kangaroo put on the entertainment; Harry Cooper of the Jewish comedy fame, and other capable entertainers helped make it a large evening, with Mr. Eckinroth’s brigade band ably assisting in the efforts. The battalion officers entertained after the performance.

Changes on General Bell’s Staff of Aides

Capt. P.L. Thomas, who has been aide to Major General Bell since last August, has been given his majority, the rank becoming effective June 8. Major Thomas will be acting aide for the present, since it is impossible for a Major General. He is an Ohioan and was graduated from West Point in 1912. Capt. J.F. Crutcher, the General’s other aide, has been trasnsferred to the school for tank corps.

Atlantic Tide Is Due for a Rise Very Soon

Capt. Glick Spreaks News That “Ole Swimmin’ Hole” Is About to Open

One of these fine days the first Swimming Battalion will set forth on a hike to Smith’s Point, and after they have made an opening in the Atlantic Ocean for Upton Men, every day troops will be marched to the beach being fitted up for soldiers of this cantonment for an afternoon of sport. It is planned, according to Capt. Frank Glick, who has been a moving spirit in getting the beach, to have the mer hike to the beach in the morning, swim in the afternoon, manoeuvre and drill, stay overnight, swim in the morning and hike back to camp.

In the last week’s Trench and Camp it was stated that the Y.M.C.A. was fitting up the bathhouses and providing suits. The statement should have been New York War Camp Community Service, as this excellent agency for helping and entertaining soldiers has secured a thousand suits and towels which will be issued for the use of the soldiers free of charge.

Japanese Railway Men Look Over Camp Upton

A party of Japanese railway men recently looked Camp Upton over and were surprised at the fine condition of the civilian soldiers and the splendid efficiency of the American training camp. They have been in this country nearly a year, surveying transportation and getting information which will help enable them to convert Japan’s narrow guage roads to standard guage. The party included S. Sogo, Secretary of the Imperial Government Railways of Japan; S. Noda, the South Manchurian Railway of Japan; Baron Chuzo Mori, engineer of the Imperial Government Railways of Japan; N. Kikuchi, Secretary of Imperial Government Railways of Japan, and Dr. K. Naito, physician in a Japanese railway hospital.

George Reimherr, Tenor and Bayonet Expert, Shows Some Fancy Work With Sabre and Bayonet

If any more men could have been crowded and jammed into the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium for the recent Athletic Night, a shoe horn, balling press and several tons of talc would have been necessary. They hung pendulous form rafters and climbed on anything available, from shoulders to benches. They peered through the windows and surged around the stage. Any they were there not only physically but vocally. The building rocked with the cheers and bursts of approval as bouts, real fighting with knives and bayonets, pillow fights and other incidental offerings took the stage. It was exhibition arranged by Capt. Frank Glick, cantonment athletic officer, and Frederick Schultz, Y.M.C.A. Camp Physical Director, and both of these fixers were there to run the show off in fine fashion. Capt. Glick officiated as referee of the events, and Mr. Schultz as announcer and master of ceremonies.

Erio Dudley, the new and increasingly popular director of camp singing, took hold of the crowd for a few preliminary tunings-up in vocal expression, and although there was a perceptible coldness at first to his efforts, within a few minutes he had every voice in the house working overtime.

Pillow and Steel Are Weapons

A pillow fight with the comedy diversions opened the evening. Cornell Joseph and Harry Truax, both of the 24th Company, Depot Brigade, crossed feathers first, with Joseph taking honors. Vincent Vuno, 24th, got in some telling soft blows against Monow Frank, 24th, in the second scrap, and in the final skirmish Joseph won the honors of the evening best two out of three.

Private George Reimherr, the tenor singer and sword expert, came in for the lion’s share of the glory in the next event, which set the house on edge and produced round after round of applause. It was real fighting George exemplified, and the weapons contrasted strangely with pillows. Sabres, bayonets and trench knives were bits of steel adroitly manipulated by George, who was at one time world’s champion sabre expert and has met ‘em everywhere. His skill with the sabre, bayonet and knife was simply uncanny, and his rabid footwork and clever lunges were too much even for his skilled opponent. Oscar Straus, N.Y.A.C., present holder of the world sabre title. The first go was with sabre against sabre. The second was a bayonet exhibition, the third was sabre against bayonet, and the fourth and last was a regular trench, no man’s land scrap, with bayonet against trench knife.

Leonard Exhibits Again

Boxing was the meat course of the evening’s menu, and led up to the return of Ben, Our Own World Champ Lightweight, Benjamin Leonard, came back on his home stage again after the successful tours by which he raised thousands for soldier athletic equipment, and proved that his old form is still with him. Young Eddie, 30th Company, lightweight champion of Connecticut, and Young Herman were his opponents. In the 122-pound class Jen Mase seemed to yield a bit to Joe Donano. Both are of the 10th Company. Mickey Devine, 21st Company, and Nathan Rosenblum. Quartermaster Corps, opposed each other in the 135-pound division, and Devine proved the aggressor. A wonderful bout was the draw in which Frankie Daily, 31st Company, fast becoming camp famous and bantamweight champ of the army, mingled elbows with the Dutch Brandt, 34th Company. The going was fast and furious, and clever boxing was the order throughout the argument.

There couldn’t have been a more wonderful wind-up to the big evening than the Exhibition staged by our old friends and comrades, Ritchie Ryan, lightweight champion of Upton, and his side-kick, Eddie Grover. Both of these Motor Truck 826 boys have won fame on the largest circuits for the four-round exhibition with K. O.’s. The house full of soldiers simply slid into insanity as the bout progressed. The knockouts were as pretty as any you could order in any fighting parlor, and both of the Truckers kept in to the finish.

Camp Chaplains And Evenings At The Camp Chapel

For any man who desires to see a pastor of his own faith.

Nathan Blechman (Camp Rabbi), Jewish Welfare Bldg., Wednesday and Friday. Lawrence Bracken, (Catholic), No. 1806 Lincoln Avenue, Saturday.

D. Stanley Cools (Methodist, Episcopal), No. 1402 Fourth Avenue, Wednesday ans Saturday.

Clarence M. Eddy (Baptist), No. 1505 Third Avenue, Tuesday and Thursday.

Paul F. Heckel (Lutheran), Base Hospital, Wednesday and Saturday.

John F. Kerr (Presbyterian), No. 1806 Lincoln Avenue, Monday and Friday.

William T. Manning (Episcopal), No. 202B Third Avenue, Wednesday and Saturday (7-8 P.M.)

Charles S. Wyckoff (Congregational), No. 1602 Fourth Avenue, Tuesday and Saturday.

At any other time the chaplain may be found in their quarters.

SERVICES AT CHAPEL

Upton Boulevard.

Episcopal (Communion)-Sun. 7.30 A.M.

Lutheran (Communion)-Sun., 9 A.M.

Christian Science- Wed., 7.30 P.M.

Jewish-Fri., 7 P.M.; Sat., 10 A.M.

Jewish Services

Friday, 5.45 P.M.-Red Cross Building. Base Hospital, Rabbi Blechman, Jewish Welfare Building. 10th Street, 7 P.M.-Mr. Yellen and Cantor Ochsenhandler.

Camp Chapel 7 P.M.- Rabbi Blechman and Rabbi Alexander Lyons of Brooklyn.

Saturday, 10 A.M.-Camp Chapel, Rabbi Blechman and Rabbi Lyons.

J.W.B. Building, 10 A.M.-Mr. Yellen and Cantor Ochsenhandler.

Red Cross Building, 12.15 P.M.- Rabbi Blechman.

Brother Joe Thinks Rats Intend Taking an Ear off

Mess Sergeant Who Trained Here Writes of Rodents and Traveling Kitchens

This is hands across the sea from one Mess Sergeant brother to another, and it makes Herman Maeder, 11th Company, Depot Brigade, feel he should be at his brother Joe’s side in France, especially to help combat the rats. Brother Herman has been longing for some time to see things as they are on the other side. Here’s the letter he received recently from Joe, Mess Sergeant, Company H, 308th Infantry, somewhere in France:

“Dear Herman: Am safe after traveling three weeks. I enjoyed the trip over very much and am in the best of health. I wish you were here to see how we cook in those traveling kitchens. Nothing like the old camp. We were in a place then, but we didn’t realize it. We are now sleeping in barns and believe me the rats walk all over your face. I won’t be surprised if I wake up and find myself minus an ear some morning. As for French girls, I haven’t seen anything yet under forty. Your Brother, Joe.”

Coming voluntarily to do his part in making camp life brighter, Sam Lash of the Lee Lash Studios was warmly received recently in strong renderings of Service’s “Bill the Bomber.”

Between Jazzing and Vaudeville, There’s No End of Merriment in Camp

By Sergt. Syd L. Gross

Words are too numerous for me to tell in detail of all the feature programmes arranged and held at the various barracks and welfare huts. Your scribe will, therefore, in as brief a space as possible, begin by mentioning the all-ready popular Dark town Follies Troupe show, which is so patriotically demonstrating it’s up-to-the-minute spirit by it’s voluntary services in filling the lonesome soldier with joy after his day’s drill.

Mr.Irwin Miller, the manager of the performance, is responsible for the splendid way in which this show has put over popular music, dancing that makes an impression, and “pep” that would make an audience of soldiers feel at home in “no man’s land.” Mr. Miller is ably supported by Mr.Henry Jones, who is known as the man who knocks ‘em over with laughter. Also Brown and De Mont, the team with a reputation of always pleasing their audience with a singing and talking act. The balance of the cast is composed of twenty singers and dancers, every one a riot.

The Darktown Follies Company turned the base hospital into a palace of Joy Saturday afternoon, when they entertained our nurses and convalescent boys with two hours of solid fun. And so they glided through the week by appearing at the School for Cooks and Bakers, Cantonment Headquarters Detachment and the 33d Company, 152d Depot Brigade, where the recruits were shown their first camp entertainment. The way those recruits were amused would convince one in a minute that their transformation from civil life to soldiers was going to be an easy one.

First Sergt. Sam Levy of the 33d Company, 152d Depot Brigade, is planning another surprise to the officers and enlisted men of the Depot Brigade. He is hard at work arranging a big time vaudeville show at the Y.M.C.A. auditorium to be held within a very few days. Sergt. Levy has the support of Capt. E.S. Bentley, commanding the 33d Company, and from general appearances, which are mingled with interest and enthusiasm, this show will be a treat. Announcement of the date will be sent to the various companies of the Depot Brigade. Our own soldier boys will furnish the talent, and when our celebrities get together they are in comparable. A farewell reception was given the 341st Baking Company e.t. The B & C mess hall. Serge T. J. Dennis prepared a dinner of substantial foods, while the Darktown Follies Company entertained.

Patrick McGowan, 13th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, was hurt about the face and head last week by a fall from a wagon which mixed him up with the heels of the hard-tails. He was taken to the Base Hospital and is recovering.

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Yellen Has High Hopes for Welfare Work Here

New Head of Jewish Organization at Upton Is Heavily Freighted With Pepper

Jack Yellen, the new head of the Jewish Board for Welfare Work in camp, has become well settled in his new position, and is already figuring on how the board’s plans may be enlarged and its effectiveness strengthened.

Mr. Yellen comes here from Camp Cody, Deming, N.M. There he had 250 Jewish boys. Here he has 3,000. Thus he comes from the smallest Jewish work to the largest.

His achievements at Cody were not confined to the Jewish Welfare Board, as he organized a large soldier minstrel troupe which played the principal cities of the Southwest, and conducted a sort of entertainment bureau through which talent was secured by the Y.M.C.A., Knights of Columbus and other organizations.

For the work here, Mr. Yellen has high hopes. The present building is proving inadequate to the needs, and within the near future a comfortable addition probably will be built to take care of the larger and larger number of men, of all creeds, who frequent the hospitable headquarters on Tenth Street.

Company Nights In Demand

The week hasn’t enough nights to suit the 2nd and 3d Battalion men these days, for they have so much talent desiring expression that they must show it to the world at Camp Upton. Jim Grunert, the Social Secretary of Hut 35, is trying to be neutral in regard to which company has put on the best show, but as each one is seemingly better than the last it is hard to tell how he will come out.

At the 7th Company Show Saturday George Estes and Robert Downing divided honors on the singing, Wendal was as much at home on his hands as most folks are on their feet, and Camp Upton Houdini, Scribner, entertained with his magic tricks, while Perry accompanied all the acts and the picture following in a most pleasing manner. Bob Erie of the 9th was also on deck with come stick twirling, and Leopold Abrams from the 11th, formerly with the Marlboro Hotel Review, sand a comedy number.

On Monday night the 12th Company acrobatic entertainers de luxe, John Rothany and Frank Mileno, were on the bill and surely brought down the house. Marris Tarish of the 12th, author of “Goodby, Dear Old New York Town” and other recent song hits, played during the picture, and Saul Cohen, better known in vaudeville land as Charles Adams, entertained with his dialect songs in his droll manner to the huge delight of the crowd.

White’s Getting Married

Yep-it’s true. Whitie Kuhlken, Acting Sergeant of 226 Barracks, is going to get hooked up this week. A little bird whispered. This army life was too slow for him- he wanted some real war, he said.

The lucky bride is Miss Ella Anderson, a former star of the comedy stage. Whitie himself used to hit the boards, they tell us, before he took his present job with Uncle Sam.

The boys presented the couple with a most unusual gift, long to be remembered. Well, here’s luck, Whitti.

Judge Morschauser To Do Work In Advocate’s Office

Chief Justice Joseph Morschauser, who recently established a naturalization court here, has taken up quarters on Headquarters Hill and will be in camp for three months, doing voluntary naturalization and other work in connection with the Judge Advocate’s office. His secretary, William A. Smith, will act as his assistant. Justice Morschauser has taken a house in Patchogue for the summer. His son, Capt. Joseph Morschauser jr., is intelligence officer of the Depot Brigade.

On Winning Prizes

The First Company, Depot Brigade, won the prizes for the most artistic style of decoration for their company buildings. Up to the present they have not received any prizes, owing to the fact that there has been no money appropriated for such expenditure, but Major Payson says there is some satisfaction in winning anyhow.

Christian Science

Services are held at church headquarters, Upton Boulevard, Wednesday, June 19, 8 P.M.

Subject: “G-d, the Preserver of Man.”

Golden Text: Psalms 1v., 16-”As for me, I will call upon God, and the Lord shall save me.

JUNE 24, 1918

BRITISH COLONEL TELLS HOW TO SAVE FOOD AND CLOTHING

Says Food Would Be Better Served From Table Thank Ration Line.

Col. F.B. Beauchamp, conservation expert from the Quartermaster Corps of the British Army, talked recently on food saving and clothing reclamtion in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium to high cantonment officers, supplu officers and mess officers, telling them what has been done by England along conservation lines and making several suggestions as to how similar work may be forwarded here.

He advised a central plant for securling by-products from food, and cited as anexample of what can be done the fact that enough glycerine for a three-inch shell is to be secured from meat bones after the fat has been boiled. Great Britain has made a saving of $5,000,000 worth of glycerine in this way. That a food saving would result from having men take their food from a supply placed on the table rather than by the rationing at present in vogue, with men doled out unequal portions while in line, was asserted by the Colonel. One slice of bread, he said, was enough for one man, and would save enormously over the present ration of two slices.

That the cost of reclaiming worn clothing would be greatly reduced if men turned in their worn garments before they have reached the hopeless stage was also claimed. Col. Beauchamp was much impressed with the conservative programme in force at Upton and with the reclamation department of the Quartermaster. Gen. Bell was so impressed with some of his suggestions that he announced several of them would be adopted.

Private Here Invents Small Airplane Motor

Government Inspectors Will Look at Engine Said to be Vibrationless.

An airplane motor weighing only three hundred punds which runs without vibration has been invented by a Camp Upton private, Herman Rieckel, and notification of it has been sent to Washington. Private Rieckel is in the cantonment signal office and the commanding officer of that outfit, Lieut W.C. Gladstone, learned about the motor and sent word to Government inspectors. They will look it over with the inventor when a forlough can be secured for him, at his home in Bridgeport, Conn., where he has done his experimenting.

For eleven years, Private Rieckel has been interested in airplanes and motors and has done a good deal of investigating. He also has made a number of flights. He claims for his invention that it is small, compact, durable and economical. it has been run for 350 hours, and uses only a gallon of gasoline in six hours.

MANY ARRESTS MADE FOR THEFT FROM QUARTERMASTER STORES HERE

Fifty-two arrests have been made recently here of forty-three civilians, seven privates and a quartermaster sergeant, following an investigation of liquor selling and the theft of food and clothing from the quartermaster stores. Confessions have been made by a number of the prisoners, who will probably be tried by court martial.

During a recent raid on the civilian camp a truckload of shoes, underwear, clothing and food stolen from the Goverment was seized, but the individual thefts, it is said, were not large. The sergeant arrested will also be charged with arranging a payroll so that civilians were given pay for work they didn't do. It is believed by camp officials that liquor selling and stealing from Uncle Sam have been completely scotched by the arrests.

The cantonment Judge Advocate's Office is preparing the charges against the accused. The office is voluntarily assisted by Justice Joseph Morschauser of Supreme Court, who is doing work here in the naturalization court.

MERCEDES PLAYERS PLEASE

The talented Mercedes players of Brooklyn, a recent attraction at the Knights of Columbus Auditorium, gave great pleasure with their tramatic presentation, and the men who enjoyed them hope for a return engagement.

Extensive improvements on the Knights of Columbus Hall are well under way and will give the organization one of the finest buildings in camp in their Upton Boulevard location. The wide veranda is hospitality itself, and the Seashore Resort atmosphere is becoming a distinguishing camp possession. A large addition on the Second Avenue side is about finished. It will contain a writing and reading room.

NO FARE REDUCTION.

Hopes that the present fare rate to New York might be lowered were finally destroyed by a recent memorandum which states that no special rates will be given men except when on furlough and traveling at their own expense. Which means that for short leave home Upton men will pay the present prevailing fare, $4.21.

PRIVATE ROSENSTEIN, AFTER FIRST GUARD DUTY, TELLS AWFULNESS OF BEING WITH VALUABLES AND NO COPS

In His Own Rivington Street Fashion He Tells of It, and of Bravely Facing the Officer of the Night- Some Tough "Boychik."

Private Rosenstein, Now a Blase Vet of Almost Thirty Days, Tells of His First Guard Mount.

(Br Private S. Rose, 34th Co., 152d Depot Brigade.)

Vot should I tell you und vot should I say! At first I didn't oonderstand vot the Sa'gent meant. I should mount guard; I, SAMMY ROSENSTEIN, only two years in the country and two weeks in the army; und already trusted with such a responsibleness! Honest, I didn't believe mine own ears, but there it went again, plain like day-"Private SAM ROSENSTEIN report for guard duty!"

Well, as der Amerkiauer says, orders es orders, und especial orders from Sa'gent Red! Besides, it is mine business if the General vants to take a chance on my vatching the army ven its sleeping. Who knows? Maybe he heard about that terrible fight I had with Salmen den Roitem, ven that KOLBOINIK tried to cheat me from 75cents, und vot I did to that good-for-nothing lowlife tremp! Odder, maybe yet again in the General found out vot a tough ROYCHIK I was back in Slobodsky, Prasdisnavskayer Gunberny, Russ Polen! There, there, you smartish Aleck, don't laugh. Them spy-detectives from the Secrety Service knows everthing ebsolutel everything und vot you can hide from them should the Kaiser have it to support his wife and nine children on! Never mind, I think to myself, the General knows what he is doing. Such a General all my good friends should have!

So, with knees shaking from pride I go over to the orderly room and tell them to do with me vot they want. I am ready for the worst. Nu, to make the story Bekitzer, they put me on a great patent raincoat und give me a cloob and put me on my posten. As I stend there in the middle of the moonlighted road, a lot of thoughts vent through my mind. Vot if the spies and robbers should know that under that tough looking poncho (y'know that vot they call them trick raincoats) and under that cloob is nobody else but SAMMY ROSENSTEIN, two years in the country and two weeks in the army. That fight with Saimen was TAKI a corker, but here-all alone-everybody sleeping-quiet like a cemetery-Oll to tell the truth I wished I was back on Rivington Street.

But all of a sudden. Ha! what's this? Steps from feet on road! What should I do? Duck it? You said something! I slide behind a wall and soon the danger is over. But not for long. I no sooner get finished congratulating mtself on my narrer escape when bingo! I step right into the way of a coming figure. It was too late to hide and to pretend myself not to see was positivel impossible, so I do the second from the next best thing and greb the horns from the bull!

"Ha! ha!" I commence, brave-like before the robber has a chance to get fresh. "Ha, Ha! So it's you, you dirty loafer! Bum, you! I'm afraid of you like I'm afraid from a sick duck! Tremp!!!"

But further I didn't go. I stopped right there Oi,Oi did I stop! Who should it turn out to be but the officer of the day taking a trip on his rounds. What did the SONAL VISROCI have to say, do you ask? Well, well, what he had to say was a fright, a positive fright! I never expected to hear from him talk so unpolite, especial because he looked to be like a child from a fine family. From what he said and the way he said it. I expected to get shot any minute, but on the end he quiets down and talks to me like a father and tells me what to do and how to do it, and then he turns around and goes away. You speaking so nice to me on the end and saving my life from getting shot I give him an extra fine salute and I tell you, as men to men, them American officer fellers deserve it too.

Efter he was gone I esk myself a question. What ferinstence a business has a Officer from the Day trempeving around at night? And what is the Officer from the Night doing, ha? Is this a way? Is this a plan? Theer sure musta been there some koonkelmoonkel business, but et-yeh, I think to myself, et-yeh, ef you should worry Sammy, over everything that you see in the Army what you don't like, you'll get gray and baldy, gray and baldy. I tellya! Well, anyway, that was a narravish escape. From now on I make up my mind on the spot to cut out all monnkey business, and do my dooty and not make the General feel sorry he trusted me. But SINDIGER MENSCH what I am! A minute later I hear again once more feets step, and would you believe it odder not on a bravish feller like I am now, I ektschelly got afraid, yes sirree sir! I am ektschelly afraid. But misted, I esk you, did I run away, and bring disgrace on my State and Nation and make my companeh ashamed to have me for a member? Mister, I esk you, did I? Oi, should the Kaiser live so! I did my duty like a soldier-with them pepnsh words of that Officer from the Day still yet ringing in my ears I would have to be even still braver than I am not to did mine duty.

I took a deep breath, pulled in my belt a couple notcheses, pushed back my shoulder, left out a ZIFTZ-and with a tone to wake up everybody in the camp in case of trouble, I call out "Stop thief! Whoziz going there!"

HELIGER SHTROZAK! I couldn't believe my eyes. I should drop dead this minute if the feller don't stop on the spot like he was hit in the head. My surprise was great, but my enjoyment greater. My mouth opened with chuckling and closed with gasping. A nice pleasantish feeling creeped over me and warm shootings shot up and down my spine. Yes, sir, as true like there is MUNN in PURIM-KOILITCH they minded me like I was somebody, a something and without a word, too.

"Edvence and be Reckernized," I singled out, and who should it be but a coupla fellers from my companeh. So I just lend from them a smook and let them go. Nu, what should I tell you, and what should I say. All that I needed was just to break the icicle, and the rest was easy like pie. I chellenged them right and left, and when business was slow I even sneaked over to the next posen and when the other guard wasn't looking I grebbed some of him customers. Oi, was then an hour for robbers and spies! Should the Kaiser get so far in his driving on Peris as they got on with their business so long I had my eyes on them. But all of a sudden, in the middle of the rush, I turned white like a chalk! Cold shooting instead of hot oaes began sliding themselves up and down by spinal sting. Icy from cold became the sweat on my forhead! Good God! I never realized it until that minute! Here I was stending in the middle of a country road all alone, in the middle of the night with a silver plated cigarette case and a brend new fountain pen in my pocket and miles and miles and miles away from a cop!

NEW CURE IS DISCOVERED AT BASE HOSPITAL BY A PRIVATE

Success Reported So Far-Ingredients of an Unusual Nature.

Private F.T. Vreeland, who has sppeared under various noms de plume in Trench and Camp-Trench and Camp's Own Leased Wireless Correspondent, Our Own Iodine Dispenser, Trench and Camp's Private Hospital Patient-as a Base Hospital contributor, now has a journalistic venture all his own. "The largest high grade hospital circulation in Camp Upton" is what Vreeland claims for his newspaper, which is fast becoming the offical hospital organ. And the hospital receives so many organs to be repaired-heart, lungs, feet, liver, eyes, et al-that the honor of being an Official Org. can be glimpsed.

Has Significant Title.

This newest camp newspaper produced by enlisted men has a signicant title THE CURE and is administed in weekly doses, or less frequently "if that proves too great a strain on the editors' typewriters," quoting from the editorial prospectus. This statement of aims and purposes runs on further: "With this the first issue of THE CURE the base hospital assumes the understanding of getting out a jolly old rag about itself, and a new era in hospital history may be said to be opened. This is to be a publication all about the hospital, the nurses, enlisted men, freaks and kitchen police composing it. To help fill up, every one from commanding officer to stump exterminators is invited to send in his article, short or long, about hospital life as it happens to hit him. We want anything that has to do with administering pills. We want to interpret hospital anatomy largely through the funny bone, and if your little outburst of genius doesn't appear in this issue done feel that your literary career is a failure and that you ought to turn on the gas. A newspaper can become crowded as well as a subway. There will probably be another number soon containing your masterpiece, for it doesn't look as if the war would be over for a week or so."

Full of Clever Contributions.

That some of the "masterpieces" managed to dqueeze in is quite evident from the first and second numbers. Private Milton Hochenburg, associate editor, and Sergt. William Burroughs, business manager, have connived with Private Vreeland to get readable stories about hospital life, poems, pictures, and cartoons. The story of Lieut. Col. Whithams's rise to command of the Base is given in one number, and in another is on article by Major Harlow Brooks, M.R.C., called "An Appreciation of the War Man." Humor is the keyword in THE CURE, which is saturated throughout its four pages with that valuable elixir. Even the ads, have their droll side, as, for instance, the business card of Varonc, who barbers well, and Stempel, who tailors well. Their place of business is three buildings from the camp morgue, and "All roads lead there," the ad. assures comfortingly.

All in all, THE CURE is very much worth while and will undoubtedly effects its purpose of changing sick soldiers to well ones and bored medical attandants to spruce, springhtly individuals.

SARGE SHIFMAN THERE AS A SHOW ARRANGER.

The lads who frequent the Y Building, corner of Fifth Avenue and Upton Boulevard, are siging the praises of Sergt. Shifman, 9th Company, Depot Brigade, responsible for a two hour show which recently entertained a hut full. The programme: Songs up to date, Art Osterwell, better known as "King;" buck and wing, Broncho Mayo; coon shouter, Some Boy Harry Rosenthal; songs, Cohen and Barnet; songs, Delahaburtic, "old 41;" comic ditty by Hello Feiber, the Boy Himself; 9th Company Sextet, some noise by the bunch; lightweight boxing between K.O. Brown and Hope McKernoun; featherweight go with Kid Shea matching Fighting Golden; catch-as-catch-can wrestling, Brunfell and Sullivan; "Liberty Boys" parade picture; songs by entire company; exit march, "Back to the Barrocks," by entire company.

JEWISH BOARD BRINGS ELMAN

Famous Violinist Given Splendid Reception in K. of C. Hall.

Very few camp musical events rank higher than the concert given in the Knights of Columbus Auditorium last week by Milscha Elman. The Jewish Board for Welfare Work, whose new head worker, Jack Yellen, is planning big things for his organization here, sponsored the concert, and its quality and auspices promise much for the future from the Jewish board.

The K. of C. hall was packed for the concert, and the splendid attention and high quality of appreciation demonstrate that Upton men's tastes are not entirely confined to the joyful jazz. After preliminary songs by the soldiers and remarks by K. of C. and Jewish Board officials, the artist appeared with his accompanist, Phillip Gordon. Four numbers were in the first group, and after a short intermission Mr. Elman played another group of five, including "Humoresque," for which numerous requests were made and "The Star Spangled Banner." He was given a vociferous ovation, which he acknowledged by wishing good luck to the fighting men. Gen. Bell spoke a few words in appreciation of the violinist's generous volunteer concert. He complimented the men on their splendid attention.

LIEUTENANT DISCOVERS THERE'S NO SANTA CLAUS

Lieut. Houghrigan is the prize "knut" of the 1st Battalion. "Here I come in a cloud of dust," and he tells a heartrending tale of the men he never could learn to like on account of the fact that he "hain't done right by our little Nell!" His "whiskey tenor" imitation is wonderful, and his Irish Jig with Hawaiian interludes is unique. One day he informed Major Payson in a heartbroken voice that all his friends had been deceiving him for years, that there really wasn't any Santa Claus. Major Payson was incredulous. "Really, can it be that we have all been deceived?" he asked. Lieut. Bennett suggested an investigation.

STARS BRIGHTEN CAMP HORIZONS BY TWO-DAY STAY WITH DANCE, BALL GAME AND PARADE.

Following the Lambs' Gambol by only seven days comes an entertainment to the Liberty that in only one way is like many other performances brought to Upton, the Mecca of the atrical stars. It throws a challenge to the present stock of adjectives and leaves language without a leg to stand on. This most recently established zenith of amusement was reached Sunday evening in George Miller's theatre. The performers were brought by the Depot Brigade, through Lieut. T. Steelman Bain, former Philladelphia clubman, now acting as a camp entertainment procurer.

Contrary to precedent, these performers gave the camp a thorough up and down. They came Saturday and were given a dance at the Officers Club Saturday evening. Some mean hoofs were shaken, to use the language of Macaulay. The actor persons were quartered in specially furnished officers' barracks. Sunday they were taken on a thorough tour of the cantonment, and a baseball game in the afternoon on the one and only Depot Brigade diamond was served up for their delectation.

In the evening they performed for houseful at the Liberty. On the hill were the following, whose names are easy to conjure with: Marjorie Rambeau of "The Eyes of Youth," Dorothy Dickson, Clifton Crawford, Eva Fallon and twelve girls of the "Fancy Free" company, Fannie Brice, the Pennington sisters, the Dooley brothers, Vivian Segal and Harry Brown of the "Oh, Lady! Lady!!" company, Miss Bessie Wyne, Constance Binney, Fritzie Scheff, Carl Hyson, Dorothy Jardon, Carl Randall, Miss Kittie Donner Messrs. Burke and Grace from the Winter Garden, Eddie Cantor, John Charles Thomas, Jane Connelly, Irving Connelly, Joe Barnett, the Dolly Sisters and Raboni.

The greensward hereabouts resounded recently with the bleats of bona fide Lambs, 125 of them, who presented at the Liberty Theatre the same Labs Gamboi given recently in New York. They arrived Sunday afternoon. In company formation, doing a regular rookie "one-two-three-four," they paraded about the camp for an hour, with Gen. Bell, accompanied by Capt. Marcel Soures, chaplain of the French miltary marines, on foot. The Depot Brigade Band and a mounted guard of officers headed the procession.

In the evening was the performance. The performance opened with "The Darktown Regiment," a minstrel show of soldier life pat and pointed for the audience. It was arranged by R.H. Burnside, with songs by Percy Wenrich, Andrew Mack and Daniel J. Sullivan, and included in the cast De Wolf Hopper, William Collier, Donald Brian, Andrew Mack, James Doyle, Scott Welch, ed Flammer, Frank Croxton, W.G. Stewart, Fred Esmelton, John Daly Murphy, Gilbert Clayton, Edward Poland, Harland Dixon, Arthur Deagon, Ernest Truex, John Hendricks, Clarence Handysides, Alfred Kappeler, George Howell, Harold Vizard, Robert Strange, Arthur Hurley, Sam B. Hardy, Thomas W. Ross, Frank O'Day, Ed Campbell, John E. Hazzard, George E. Mack, Frank Hannah, R.H. Burnside, William David, Thomas J. McCrane, Frank Mellor, Peroy Wenrich, Clarence West, Roberta Hosea, Harry Stubbs and Jed Prouty. The rest of the programme: Nate Lelpzig in card tricks, assisted by four picked privates; "The Drums," an allegory by George V. Hobart; Andrew Mack in songs and stories; Doyle and Dixon, dances; Leon Errol, using R.H. Burnside and William Collier in Leon Errol stuff; James Swinnerton, George McManus and T.E. Powers, cartooning; Harry Houdini, and "In the Beyond." a burlesque by Edwin Milton Boyle.

SOME WISDOM ON WHAT OUR FRIEND THE GREASE BALL MEANS

"Barrage" Editor Puts Over a Home Run With Good Advice.

Joshua Meier's batting average as an editorial writer in civil life could not be secured up to the time this edition of Trench and Camp one-two-three-foured to press, but from a bit in a recent issue of the Barrage, that worthy Cantonment Headquarters Detachment Bright Sheet, it must have been high. Friend Josh has lifted the ball over the home run fence in this particular effort. It concerns the Grease Ball-he who, like the poor, we have always with us. Here are a couple poignant experts:

"He was drafted. His service record and qualification card got all balled up because he couldn't understand or couldn't be understood by his interrogator. That is how he came to be rechristened three or four times. There was not much improvement each time the ceremony took place. At reveille he failed to answer to his "non de plume," but the orderly room fixed that up. Experience has taught them that it takes a wise foreigner to recognize his own name whenever we pronounce it.

"He took four more inocculations than was required, because he followed every other platoon besides his own to the infirmary. Possibly he reasoned that the more needies he took the less chance he had of becoming sick. In short, it is vague to him what the whole affair is about.

"He cannot get the snap of his carriage or clothes. The shower is a bit too sporty for him. He dares not converse with any one because he fears that everything he says may sound funy. It usually does. He imagines he is being handed all the dirty work; sometimes this makes him sullen. Usually, though, if he feels that he is understood, he is a willing and hard-working soldier.

"As we stated, he is with us. Why not try to make him feel he is one of us? Why exploit him to gratify our sense of humor? He might be sensitive, although he may seem devoid of sensibilities. Our country was his hope of refuge, so he thought. Why shatter this hope even if he is a soldier?

"Never will he have greater opportunaity to become an American. Never will he be so close as this to real Americans. We fight that Justice may be immortal. Why not demonstrate that ideal by our whole-hearted attitude toward him?

"They say that every American-born soldier is a crusading missionary for democracy. Let's also have him become a crusader. Let's hold out the hand of comradeship. Let's make him one of us. He is taking the same risks. Enough handicap that his lack of knowledge denies him our opportunities for the present.

"Here, we are down to brass tacks. We are soldiers. So is he. Let down the bars and welcome him-and let's do that without the least suggestion of patronage or tolerance."

PERSHING'S CRUSADERS AMONG FILM FEATURES OF Y. AUD

The crowds on the long tows of wooden benches in the big Y hall, Upton Boulevard, have had unusual treats in "screen drammer" lately. The vigorous George Walsh had a peppy time with his exuberant film, "This Is the Life," and George Beban gave a most artistic portrayal of "Jules of the Strong Heart," while the band of one of the passing artillery regiments who hit camp for a day or two every once in a while played a fine concert and accompanied the picture.

The Stage Women's War Relief Committee sent a good vaudeville bill, followed by seven reels of dramatic situations, mystery and thrills; namely, Jack Barrymore's knitted browed impersonation of that gentlemanly crook, "Raffles, the Amateur Cracksman."

This week, beginning Tuesday night at 8 o'clock, a four day's engagment will be opened for the big United States war picture, "Pershing's Crusaders." This informational film, which had a run of several weeks at the Lyric Theatre, New York City, shows what mighty strides Uncle Sam has taken in all departments of the war game. Come along, rooks and veterans, and see yourself as the camera-man sees you; see the new ships hit the water; see yourself land "over there" and train in trench and at battery. Special orchestral music will be used.

Brings Trench Service Stripe, Tiny Tot Takes Wound Emblem From Camp

Peggy Tarbell, who is between four and five, came to camp last week wearing on her sleeve a triangular stripe signifying six months' service in the trenches with the American forces. Her father is Lieut. George G. Tarbell of the 101st Engineers, and his little daughter is proud of him, it goes without saying, and just as courageous. She came with her mother and grandmother, Mrs. Martin Fink of No. 600 West End Avenue, New York, to visit her uncle, Capt. Charles Finck. She was playing with a typewriter in the officers barrack and injured her thumb. The medical officer bound it up for her in a requlation army bandage.

Just before she went out, and be it said that Peggy shed no tears of pain, the doctor tore a piece of adhesive tape from a roll and put it on her sleeve, above the service stripe.

"Now you have a wounded stripe," he assured.

POSTERS WANTED.

A poster contest to speed the ship building programme has been inaugated, and among the classes of contestants is one class for soldiers, sailors and officers. Upton artists, of whom, may they live long and happily, there are many, are herby urged, besought, advised and cajoled by the Art Editor of Trench and Camp to try for the prize. The first is $100, the second $75 and the third $25. Information may be secured from the New York Sun, United States Shipping Board Competition No. 150 Nassau Street, New York City.

Church Chapel Fire Brings Rare Sights

"The Sergeant" Clothed as David of Old Wins the Plaudits.

Four-thirty in the A.M. is as interesting an hour of day for a fire as any yet discovered, according to the testimony of those favored ones who witnessed the blaze at the Camp Chapel, Upton Boulevard. Especially when one is is privileged to view such a well known personage as "The Sergeant," Bayard F. Smith, keeper of the chapel keys, attired in a costume greatly favored in the days of King David-a knee length toga, shining knees and slippers.

Mr. Smith was awakened by crackling, and, investigating, found a blaze raging in the kitchen, but not in the stove where tradition confines most blazes. He promptly summoned the young assistant Y.M.C.A. secretaries who occupy the upper floor. Two of them had already been roused by flames coming in the open window. Calmy and with heroic disregard of danger they plunged down the smokefilled staircase and, slowing their pace to one dignified and self-contained, entered the outer air.

Lieut. E.J. Corley, with his fire-fighters, arrived in a few minutes and by wonderfully fast and effcient work confined the flames to the one room downstairs. Because of their promptness the damage was kept low. Three thousand dollars covers it. Sympathy is general at the loss suffered by Mrs. Smith, including kitchen utensils and silverware.

The chapel auditorium was unscathed. The building was built at a cost of $35,000 by the General Wartime Commission of the Churches, and is one of the finest in the cantonment.

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Our own suggestion for ending the war: Invent a gas bomb that will explode, instead of fumes, a few million Yaphank mosquitoes right in the German's faces.

SOME FAST SOLDIER MILLS IN RECENT EXHIBITIONS BY MITT-MEN

Benny Leonard Gives Three a Go-Mickey Devine a Stanch Fighter.

The Y.M.C.A. Auditorium, which has seen many a pair of soldiers embroiled, opposing each other armed with the padded mitts, has held some enthusiastic audiences in the past week or so. The attraction has been Boxing Night, conducted by Frederick Schultz, Physical Director for the camp Y.M.C.A., with the co-operation of Frank Glick, Cantonment Athletic Officer.

After giving Britton the go of his life in Philly our own Benny Leonard appeared in an exhibition bout at the end of Mr. Schultz's programme of arguments, and went three successive bouts with fighters who were no slouches with the mitts. He met Walsh, the redoubtable Mickey Devine, who is becoming quite familiar with Ben's style, and young Eddy. They were two-minute rounds, two rounds to a match. Some other fighting on the same evening was by no stretch of the imagination easy picking, except perhaps the fights where the pickings were in the pillows, used as instruments of offense and defense. The pillow fights saw C. Yocum opposing J. Walsh, a fellow Signal Corpsman, and C. Jerome nd J. Gilmore of the 13th Company walloping each other. Colored pugilistic geniuses from among the casuals showed some good fight during two two-minute rounds. They were Joe Gans, 159 pounds and Nero Chick, 160 punds. The start argument if the evening was between Frankie Daly, 31st Company and Dutch Brandt, 34th, contenders for the world’s bantamweight title. These two battled all over the place until the final whistle, which left the decision as close to a draw as it can well be. Mr. Kraetzer of the Y.M.C.A. refereed.

A summary of another recent boxing night follows: 112-pound class, Desjardines vs. Corpl. Reiger, both 7th Company; 110-pound, Dellberti vs. Levy; 125-pound, McDonald, 8th Company vs. Sullivan, 7th Company; Baker, 39th Company vs. Lametti, 40th Company; Kirby vs. Mickey Devine, 6th Battalion.

And speaking of Mickey, he's some game little rapid firing expert. He has won all sizes of medals up in New England and is itching to get a go with Richie Ryan, the camp lightweight champ. it will probably be arranged for in the near future, and it should be some little combat.

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Italy is gradually making her presence felt on this side of the American Army in this War. Recently Tony Monaco applied for the shoe repairing privilege, and now Tony Corosa has obtained the bootblacking concession. "First thing you know," remarked Capt. Held, "one of them will come along and want to open a banana stand."

SARGE JACK DECLARES HE "AIN'T GONER GET UP," IN RING FIGHT

Sergt. Klein and Napoleon Both Started as Only Corporals.

At a recent series of boxing bouts put on by Sergt. Jack Mallan at the base hospital, Tommy Guthro, showing remarkable agility for one of his advanced years, fooled around in the ring with another private who tried in vain to knock Tommy's smile off. Finally Tommy delivered one of those famous Framingham uppercuts and his opponent abruptly retired from the ring to the floor. He lay there, meditating, and then, in response to urgings from the crowd to get up and lam Tommy, the recumbent gladiator replied from his downy couch on the boards, "No, I ain't goner get up!"

He was so positive about it that not even a bugler could have roused him. In the end he had to be practically helped from the ring.

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Sergt. First Class Klein was recently twitting a newly created Corporal in his usually snappy two-a-day style, because the Corporal had received two stripes when his expectations had risen much higher. To which the Corporal replied: "When anybody joshes me about my rank, I'm going to tell that person Napoleon started as a Corporal."

"That's right," said Sergt. Klein quite seriously, "I started as a Corporal myself."

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Mark La Fontaine was announced at a recent musichowl at which he was the pianist as "Sergt. La Fontaine," which annoyed him, because just then he couldn't make good on the title. He felt that if the announcer had set up as a prophet, he was a pretty bum one, for there didn't seem to be any possibility of his arranging for La Fontaine's appointment. But the Higher Powers seemed to get wind of it and took the notion that it was a good idea. So La Fontaine was created a Sergeant, just to save his announcer from continuing in an embarrassing position.

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Private Strunsky, whom everybody knows as one of the triumvirate that hold a seat on the Port Exchange was approached a few days ago by Joe Bonomo, for the present commissioned as first footman on the mule team.

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"How much is a New York American?" asked Bonomo, who is cautious enough to be Scotch.

"Three cents," replied Strunsky, scarcely stopping to think.

"Haven't you got any for a cent?"

"nope," answered Strunsky in his purest English. "Why"

"I've got only a cent in small change-my other money's too large."

"Maybe I can change it," said Strunsky, though the admission seemed torn from him. "How much is it?"

"Ten cents."

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The clamping of the lid on fancy puttees again threatens to cause a panic in the local leather market, with decidedly bearish prices. After the recent edict against them, this notice was stuck up in a washroom here:

FOR SALE

500 Pairs of Leather Puttees.

Some Pairs Never Been Worn

50 Cents Up.

Paper Given Free.

That hundreds of copies of the Christian Science Monitor, called the International Daily Newspaper, are sent to Camp Upton free and distributed to enlisted men and officers is the announcement of C.C. Wolcott, Christian Science Welfare Worker here. Free copies can be secured in the vestibule of the Camp Library, and the Red Cross Building's Library at the Base Hospital. Free subscription to the Monitor is given all officers and soldiers during their entire service, through contributions made by civilians.

JULY 1, 1918

BRITISH COLONEL TELLS HOW TO SAVE FOOD AND CLOTHING

Says Food Would Be Better Served From Table Thank Ration Line.

Col. F.B. Beauchamp, conservation expert from the Quartermaster Corps of the British Army, talked recently on food saving and clothing reclamtion in the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium to high cantonment officers, supplu officers and mess officers, telling them what has been done by England along conservation lines and making several suggestions as to how similar work may be forwarded here.

He advised a central plant for securling by-products from food, and cited as anexample of what can be done the fact that enough glycerine for a three-inch shell is to be secured from meat bones after the fat has been boiled. Great Britain has made a saving of $5,000,000 worth of glycerine in this way. That a food saving would result from having men take their food from a supply placed on the table rather than by the rationing at present in vogue, with men doled out unequal portions while in line, was asserted by the Colonel. One slice of bread, he said, was enough for one man, and would save enormously over the present ration of two slices.

That the cost of reclaiming worn clothing would be greatly reduced if men turned in their worn garments before they have reached the hopeless stage was also claimed. Col. Beauchamp was much impressed with the conservative programme in force at Upton and with the reclamation department of the Quartermaster. Gen. Bell was so impressed with some of his suggestions that he announced several of them would be adopted.

Private Here Invents Small Airplane Motor

Government Inspectors Will Look at Engine Said to be Vibrationless.

An airplane motor weighing only three hundred punds which runs without vibration has been invented by a Camp Upton private, Herman Rieckel, and notification of it has been sent to Washington. Private Rieckel is in the cantonment signal office and the commanding officer of that outfit, Lieut W.C. Gladstone, learned about the motor and sent word to Government inspectors. They will look it over with the inventor when a forlough can be secured for him, at his home in Bridgeport, Conn., where he has done his experimenting.

For eleven years, Private Rieckel has been interested in airplanes and motors and has done a good deal of investigating. He also has made a number of flights. He claims for his invention that it is small, compact, durable and economical. it has been run for 350 hours, and uses only a gallon of gasoline in six hours.

MANY ARRESTS MADE FOR THEFT FROM QUARTERMASTER STORES HERE

Fifty-two arrests have been made recently here of forty-three civilians, seven privates and a quartermaster sergeant, following an investigation of liquor selling and the theft of food and clothing from the quartermaster stores. Confessions have been made by a number of the prisoners, who will probably be tried by court martial.

During a recent raid on the civilian camp a truckload of shoes, underwear, clothing and food stolen from the Goverment was seized, but the individual thefts, it is said, were not large. The sergeant arrested will also be charged with arranging a payroll so that civilians were given pay for work they didn't do. It is believed by camp officials that liquor selling and stealing from Uncle Sam have been completely scotched by the arrests.

The cantonment Judge Advocate's Office is preparing the charges against the accused. The office is voluntarily assisted by Justice Joseph Morschauser of Supreme Court, who is doing work here in the naturalization court.

MERCEDES PLAYERS PLEASE

The talented Mercedes players of Brooklyn, a recent attraction at the Knights of Columbus Auditorium, gave great pleasure with their tramatic presentation, and the men who enjoyed them hope for a return engagement.

Extensive improvements on the Knights of Columbus Hall are well under way and will give the organization one of the finest buildings in camp in their Upton Boulevard location. The wide veranda is hospitality itself, and the Seashore Resort atmosphere is becoming a distinguishing camp possession. A large addition on the Second Avenue side is about finished. It will contain a writing and reading room.

NO FARE REDUCTION.

Hopes that the present fare rate to New York might be lowered were finally destroyed by a recent memorandum which states that no special rates will be given men except when on furlough and traveling at their own expense. Which means that for short leave home Upton men will pay the present prevailing fare, $4.21.

PRIVATE ROSENSTEIN, AFTER FIRST GUARD DUTY, TELLS AWFULNESS OF BEING WITH VALUABLES AND NO COPS

In His Own Rivington Street Fashion He Tells of It, and of Bravely Facing the Officer of the Night- Some Tough "Boychik."

Private Rosenstein, Now a Blase Vet of Almost Thirty Days, Tells of His First Guard Mount.

(Br Private S. Rose, 34th Co., 152d Depot Brigade.)

Vot should I tell you und vot should I say! At first I didn't oonderstand vot the Sa'gent meant. I should mount guard; I, SAMMY ROSENSTEIN, only two years in the country and two weeks in the army; und already trusted with such a responsibleness! Honest, I didn't believe mine own ears, but there it went again, plain like day-"Private SAM ROSENSTEIN report for guard duty!"

Well, as der Amerkiauer says, orders es orders, und especial orders from Sa'gent Red! Besides, it is mine business if the General vants to take a chance on my vatching the army ven its sleeping. Who knows? Maybe he heard about that terrible fight I had with Salmen den Roitem, ven that KOLBOINIK tried to cheat me from 75cents, und vot I did to that good-for-nothing lowlife tremp! Odder, maybe yet again in the General found out vot a tough ROYCHIK I was back in Slobodsky, Prasdisnavskayer Gunberny, Russ Polen! There, there, you smartish Aleck, don't laugh. Them spy-detectives from the Secrety Service knows everthing ebsolutel everything und vot you can hide from them should the Kaiser have it to support his wife and nine children on! Never mind, I think to myself, the General knows what he is doing. Such a General all my good friends should have!

So, with knees shaking from pride I go over to the orderly room and tell them to do with me vot they want. I am ready for the worst. Nu, to make the story Bekitzer, they put me on a great patent raincoat und give me a cloob and put me on my posten. As I stend there in the middle of the moonlighted road, a lot of thoughts vent through my mind. Vot if the spies and robbers should know that under that tough looking poncho (y'know that vot they call them trick raincoats) and under that cloob is nobody else but SAMMY ROSENSTEIN, two years in the country and two weeks in the army. That fight with Saimen was TAKI a corker, but here-all alone-everybody sleeping-quiet like a cemetery-Oll to tell the truth I wished I was back on Rivington Street.

But all of a sudden. Ha! what's this? Steps from feet on road! What should I do? Duck it? You said something! I slide behind a wall and soon the danger is over. But not for long. I no sooner get finished congratulating mtself on my narrer escape when bingo! I step right into the way of a coming figure. It was too late to hide and to pretend myself not to see was positivel impossible, so I do the second from the next best thing and greb the horns from the bull!

"Ha! ha!" I commence, brave-like before the robber has a chance to get fresh. "Ha, Ha! So it's you, you dirty loafer! Bum, you! I'm afraid of you like I'm afraid from a sick duck! Tremp!!!"

But further I didn't go. I stopped right there Oi,Oi did I stop! Who should it turn out to be but the officer of the day taking a trip on his rounds. What did the SONAL VISROCI have to say, do you ask? Well, well, what he had to say was a fright, a positive fright! I never expected to hear from him talk so unpolite, especial because he looked to be like a child from a fine family. From what he said and the way he said it. I expected to get shot any minute, but on the end he quiets down and talks to me like a father and tells me what to do and how to do it, and then he turns around and goes away. You speaking so nice to me on the end and saving my life from getting shot I give him an extra fine salute and I tell you, as men to men, them American officer fellers deserve it too.

Efter he was gone I esk myself a question. What ferinstence a business has a Officer from the Day trempeving around at night? And what is the Officer from the Night doing, ha? Is this a way? Is this a plan? Theer sure musta been there some koonkelmoonkel business, but et-yeh, I think to myself, et-yeh, ef you should worry Sammy, over everything that you see in the Army what you don't like, you'll get gray and baldy, gray and baldy. I tellya! Well, anyway, that was a narravish escape. From now on I make up my mind on the spot to cut out all monnkey business, and do my dooty and not make the General feel sorry he trusted me. But SINDIGER MENSCH what I am! A minute later I hear again once more feets step, and would you believe it odder not on a bravish feller like I am now, I ektschelly got afraid, yes sirree sir! I am ektschelly afraid. But misted, I esk you, did I run away, and bring disgrace on my State and Nation and make my companeh ashamed to have me for a member? Mister, I esk you, did I? Oi, should the Kaiser live so! I did my duty like a soldier-with them pepnsh words of that Officer from the Day still yet ringing in my ears I would have to be even still braver than I am not to did mine duty.

I took a deep breath, pulled in my belt a couple notcheses, pushed back my shoulder, left out a ZIFTZ-and with a tone to wake up everybody in the camp in case of trouble, I call out "Stop thief! Whoziz going there!"

HELIGER SHTROZAK! I couldn't believe my eyes. I should drop dead this minute if the feller don't stop on the spot like he was hit in the head. My surprise was great, but my enjoyment greater. My mouth opened with chuckling and closed with gasping. A nice pleasantish feeling creeped over me and warm shootings shot up and down my spine. Yes, sir, as true like there is MUNN in PURIM-KOILITCH they minded me like I was somebody, a something and without a word, too.

"Edvence and be Reckernized," I singled out, and who should it be but a coupla fellers from my companeh. So I just lend from them a smook and let them go. Nu, what should I tell you, and what should I say. All that I needed was just to break the icicle, and the rest was easy like pie. I chellenged them right and left, and when business was slow I even sneaked over to the next posen and when the other guard wasn't looking I grebbed some of him customers. Oi, was then an hour for robbers and spies! Should the Kaiser get so far in his driving on Peris as they got on with their business so long I had my eyes on them. But all of a sudden, in the middle of the rush, I turned white like a chalk! Cold shooting instead of hot oaes began sliding themselves up and down by spinal sting. Icy from cold became the sweat on my forhead! Good God! I never realized it until that minute! Here I was stending in the middle of a country road all alone, in the middle of the night with a silver plated cigarette case and a brend new fountain pen in my pocket and miles and miles and miles away from a cop!

NEW CURE IS DISCOVERED AT BASE HOSPITAL BY A PRIVATE

Success Reported So Far-Ingredients of an Unusual Nature.

Private F.T. Vreeland, who has sppeared under various noms de plume in Trench and Camp-Trench and Camp's Own Leased Wireless Correspondent, Our Own Iodine Dispenser, Trench and Camp's Private Hospital Patient-as a Base Hospital contributor, now has a journalistic venture all his own. "The largest high grade hospital circulation in Camp Upton" is what Vreeland claims for his newspaper, which is fast becoming the offical hospital organ. And the hospital receives so many organs to be repaired-heart, lungs, feet, liver, eyes, et al-that the honor of being an Official Org. can be glimpsed.

Has Significant Title.

This newest camp newspaper produced by enlisted men has a signicant title THE CURE and is administed in weekly doses, or less frequently "if that proves too great a strain on the editors' typewriters," quoting from the editorial prospectus. This statement of aims and purposes runs on further: "With this the first issue of THE CURE the base hospital assumes the understanding of getting out a jolly old rag about itself, and a new era in hospital history may be said to be opened. This is to be a publication all about the hospital, the nurses, enlisted men, freaks and kitchen police composing it. To help fill up, every one from commanding officer to stump exterminators is invited to send in his article, short or long, about hospital life as it happens to hit him. We want anything that has to do with administering pills. We want to interpret hospital anatomy largely through the funny bone, and if your little outburst of genius doesn't appear in this issue done feel that your literary career is a failure and that you ought to turn on the gas. A newspaper can become crowded as well as a subway. There will probably be another number soon containing your masterpiece, for it doesn't look as if the war would be over for a week or so."

Full of Clever Contributions.

That some of the "masterpieces" managed to dqueeze in is quite evident from the first and second numbers. Private Milton Hochenburg, associate editor, and Sergt. William Burroughs, business manager, have connived with Private Vreeland to get readable stories about hospital life, poems, pictures, and cartoons. The story of Lieut. Col. Whithams's rise to command of the Base is given in one number, and in another is on article by Major Harlow Brooks, M.R.C., called "An Appreciation of the War Man." Humor is the keyword in THE CURE, which is saturated throughout its four pages with that valuable elixir. Even the ads, have their droll side, as, for instance, the business card of Varonc, who barbers well, and Stempel, who tailors well. Their place of business is three buildings from the camp morgue, and "All roads lead there," the ad. assures comfortingly.

All in all, THE CURE is very much worth while and will undoubtedly effects its purpose of changing sick soldiers to well ones and bored medical attandants to spruce, springhtly individuals.

SARGE SHIFMAN THERE AS A SHOW ARRANGER.

The lads who frequent the Y Building, corner of Fifth Avenue and Upton Boulevard, are siging the praises of Sergt. Shifman, 9th Company, Depot Brigade, responsible for a two hour show which recently entertained a hut full. The programme: Songs up to date, Art Osterwell, better known as "King;" buck and wing, Broncho Mayo; coon shouter, Some Boy Harry Rosenthal; songs, Cohen and Barnet; songs, Delahaburtic, "old 41;" comic ditty by Hello Feiber, the Boy Himself; 9th Company Sextet, some noise by the bunch; lightweight boxing between K.O. Brown and Hope McKernoun; featherweight go with Kid Shea matching Fighting Golden; catch-as-catch-can wrestling, Brunfell and Sullivan; "Liberty Boys" parade picture; songs by entire company; exit march, "Back to the Barrocks," by entire company.

JEWISH BOARD BRINGS ELMAN

Famous Violinist Given Splendid Reception in K. of C. Hall.

Very few camp musical events rank higher than the concert given in the Knights of Columbus Auditorium last week by Milscha Elman. The Jewish Board for Welfare Work, whose new head worker, Jack Yellen, is planning big things for his organization here, sponsored the concert, and its quality and auspices promise much for the future from the Jewish board.

The K. of C. hall was packed for the concert, and the splendid attention and high quality of appreciation demonstrate that Upton men's tastes are not entirely confined to the joyful jazz. After preliminary songs by the soldiers and remarks by K. of C. and Jewish Board officials, the artist appeared with his accompanist, Phillip Gordon. Four numbers were in the first group, and after a short intermission Mr. Elman played another group of five, including "Humoresque," for which numerous requests were made and "The Star Spangled Banner." He was given a vociferous ovation, which he acknowledged by wishing good luck to the fighting men. Gen. Bell spoke a few words in appreciation of the violinist's generous volunteer concert. He complimented the men on their splendid attention.

LIEUTENANT DISCOVERS THERE'S NO SANTA CLAUS

Lieut. Houghrigan is the prize "knut" of the 1st Battalion. "Here I come in a cloud of dust," and he tells a heartrending tale of the men he never could learn to like on account of the fact that he "hain't done right by our little Nell!" His "whiskey tenor" imitation is wonderful, and his Irish Jig with Hawaiian interludes is unique. One day he informed Major Payson in a heartbroken voice that all his friends had been deceiving him for years, that there really wasn't any Santa Claus. Major Payson was incredulous. "Really, can it be that we have all been deceived?" he asked. Lieut. Bennett suggested an investigation.

STARS BRIGHTEN CAMP HORIZONS BY TWO-DAY STAY WITH DANCE, BALL GAME AND PARADE.

Following the Lambs' Gambol by only seven days comes an entertainment to the Liberty that in only one way is like many other performances brought to Upton, the Mecca of the atrical stars. It throws a challenge to the present stock of adjectives and leaves language without a leg to stand on. This most recently established zenith of amusement was reached Sunday evening in George Miller's theatre. The performers were brought by the Depot Brigade, through Lieut. T. Steelman Bain, former Philladelphia clubman, now acting as a camp entertainment procurer.

Contrary to precedent, these performers gave the camp a thorough up and down. They came Saturday and were given a dance at the Officers Club Saturday evening. Some mean hoofs were shaken, to use the language of Macaulay. The actor persons were quartered in specially furnished officers' barracks. Sunday they were taken on a thorough tour of the cantonment, and a baseball game in the afternoon on the one and only Depot Brigade diamond was served up for their delectation.

In the evening they performed for houseful at the Liberty. On the hill were the following, whose names are easy to conjure with: Marjorie Rambeau of "The Eyes of Youth," Dorothy Dickson, Clifton Crawford, Eva Fallon and twelve girls of the "Fancy Free" company, Fannie Brice, the Pennington sisters, the Dooley brothers, Vivian Segal and Harry Brown of the "Oh, Lady! Lady!!" company, Miss Bessie Wyne, Constance Binney, Fritzie Scheff, Carl Hyson, Dorothy Jardon, Carl Randall, Miss Kittie Donner Messrs. Burke and Grace from the Winter Garden, Eddie Cantor, John Charles Thomas, Jane Connelly, Irving Connelly, Joe Barnett, the Dolly Sisters and Raboni.

The greensward hereabouts resounded recently with the bleats of bona fide Lambs, 125 of them, who presented at the Liberty Theatre the same Labs Gamboi given recently in New York. They arrived Sunday afternoon. In company formation, doing a regular rookie "one-two-three-four," they paraded about the camp for an hour, with Gen. Bell, accompanied by Capt. Marcel Soures, chaplain of the French miltary marines, on foot. The Depot Brigade Band and a mounted guard of officers headed the procession.

In the evening was the performance. The performance opened with "The Darktown Regiment," a minstrel show of soldier life pat and pointed for the audience. It was arranged by R.H. Burnside, with songs by Percy Wenrich, Andrew Mack and Daniel J. Sullivan, and included in the cast De Wolf Hopper, William Collier, Donald Brian, Andrew Mack, James Doyle, Scott Welch, ed Flammer, Frank Croxton, W.G. Stewart, Fred Esmelton, John Daly Murphy, Gilbert Clayton, Edward Poland, Harland Dixon, Arthur Deagon, Ernest Truex, John Hendricks, Clarence Handysides, Alfred Kappeler, George Howell, Harold Vizard, Robert Strange, Arthur Hurley, Sam B. Hardy, Thomas W. Ross, Frank O'Day, Ed Campbell, John E. Hazzard, George E. Mack, Frank Hannah, R.H. Burnside, William David, Thomas J. McCrane, Frank Mellor, Peroy Wenrich, Clarence West, Roberta Hosea, Harry Stubbs and Jed Prouty. The rest of the programme: Nate Lelpzig in card tricks, assisted by four picked privates; "The Drums," an allegory by George V. Hobart; Andrew Mack in songs and stories; Doyle and Dixon, dances; Leon Errol, using R.H. Burnside and William Collier in Leon Errol stuff; James Swinnerton, George McManus and T.E. Powers, cartooning; Harry Houdini, and "In the Beyond." a burlesque by Edwin Milton Boyle.

SOME WISDOM ON WHAT OUR FRIEND THE GREASE BALL MEANS

"Barrage" Editor Puts Over a Home Run With Good Advice.

Joshua Meier's batting average as an editorial writer in civil life could not be secured up to the time this edition of Trench and Camp one-two-three-foured to press, but from a bit in a recent issue of the Barrage, that worthy Cantonment Headquarters Detachment Bright Sheet, it must have been high. Friend Josh has lifted the ball over the home run fence in this particular effort. It concerns the Grease Ball-he who, like the poor, we have always with us. Here are a couple poignant experts:

"He was drafted. His service record and qualification card got all balled up because he couldn't understand or couldn't be understood by his interrogator. That is how he came to be rechristened three or four times. There was not much improvement each time the ceremony took place. At reveille he failed to answer to his "non de plume," but the orderly room fixed that up. Experience has taught them that it takes a wise foreigner to recognize his own name whenever we pronounce it.

"He took four more inocculations than was required, because he followed every other platoon besides his own to the infirmary. Possibly he reasoned that the more needies he took the less chance he had of becoming sick. In short, it is vague to him what the whole affair is about.

"He cannot get the snap of his carriage or clothes. The shower is a bit too sporty for him. He dares not converse with any one because he fears that everything he says may sound funy. It usually does. He imagines he is being handed all the dirty work; sometimes this makes him sullen. Usually, though, if he feels that he is understood, he is a willing and hard-working soldier.

"As we stated, he is with us. Why not try to make him feel he is one of us? Why exploit him to gratify our sense of humor? He might be sensitive, although he may seem devoid of sensibilities. Our country was his hope of refuge, so he thought. Why shatter this hope even if he is a soldier?

"Never will he have greater opportunaity to become an American. Never will he be so close as this to real Americans. We fight that Justice may be immortal. Why not demonstrate that ideal by our whole-hearted attitude toward him?

"They say that every American-born soldier is a crusading missionary for democracy. Let's also have him become a crusader. Let's hold out the hand of comradeship. Let's make him one of us. He is taking the same risks. Enough handicap that his lack of knowledge denies him our opportunities for the present.

"Here, we are down to brass tacks. We are soldiers. So is he. Let down the bars and welcome him-and let's do that without the least suggestion of patronage or tolerance."

PERSHING'S CRUSADERS AMONG FILM FEATURES OF Y. AUD

The crowds on the long tows of wooden benches in the big Y hall, Upton Boulevard, have had unusual treats in "screen drammer" lately. The vigorous George Walsh had a peppy time with his exuberant film, "This Is the Life," and George Beban gave a most artistic portrayal of "Jules of the Strong Heart," while the band of one of the passing artillery regiments who hit camp for a day or two every once in a while played a fine concert and accompanied the picture.

The Stage Women's War Relief Committee sent a good vaudeville bill, followed by seven reels of dramatic situations, mystery and thrills; namely, Jack Barrymore's knitted browed impersonation of that gentlemanly crook, "Raffles, the Amateur Cracksman."

This week, beginning Tuesday night at 8 o'clock, a four day's engagment will be opened for the big United States war picture, "Pershing's Crusaders." This informational film, which had a run of several weeks at the Lyric Theatre, New York City, shows what mighty strides Uncle Sam has taken in all departments of the war game. Come along, rooks and veterans, and see yourself as the camera-man sees you; see the new ships hit the water; see yourself land "over there" and train in trench and at battery. Special orchestral music will be used.

Brings Trench Service Stripe, Tiny Tot Takes Wound Emblem From Camp

Peggy Tarbell, who is between four and five, came to camp last week wearing on her sleeve a triangular stripe signifying six months' service in the trenches with the American forces. Her father is Lieut. George G. Tarbell of the 101st Engineers, and his little daughter is proud of him, it goes without saying, and just as courageous. She came with her mother and grandmother, Mrs. Martin Fink of No. 600 West End Avenue, New York, to visit her uncle, Capt. Charles Finck. She was playing with a typewriter in the officers barrack and injured her thumb. The medical officer bound it up for her in a requlation army bandage.

Just before she went out, and be it said that Peggy shed no tears of pain, the doctor tore a piece of adhesive tape from a roll and put it on her sleeve, above the service stripe.

"Now you have a wounded stripe," he assured.

POSTERS WANTED.

A poster contest to speed the ship building programme has been inaugated, and among the classes of contestants is one class for soldiers, sailors and officers. Upton artists, of whom, may they live long and happily, there are many, are herby urged, besought, advised and cajoled by the Art Editor of Trench and Camp to try for the prize. The first is $100, the second $75 and the third $25. Information may be secured from the New York Sun, United States Shipping Board Competition No. 150 Nassau Street, New York City.

Church Chapel Fire Brings Rare Sights

"The Sergeant" Clothed as David of Old Wins the Plaudits.

Four-thirty in the A.M. is as interesting an hour of day for a fire as any yet discovered, according to the testimony of those favored ones who witnessed the blaze at the Camp Chapel, Upton Boulevard. Especially when one is is privileged to view such a well known personage as "The Sergeant," Bayard F. Smith, keeper of the chapel keys, attired in a costume greatly favored in the days of King David-a knee length toga, shining knees and slippers.

Mr. Smith was awakened by crackling, and, investigating, found a blaze raging in the kitchen, but not in the stove where tradition confines most blazes. He promptly summoned the young assistant Y.M.C.A. secretaries who occupy the upper floor. Two of them had already been roused by flames coming in the open window. Calmy and with heroic disregard of danger they plunged down the smokefilled staircase and, slowing their pace to one dignified and self-contained, entered the outer air.

Lieut. E.J. Corley, with his fire-fighters, arrived in a few minutes and by wonderfully fast and effcient work confined the flames to the one room downstairs. Because of their promptness the damage was kept low. Three thousand dollars covers it. Sympathy is general at the loss suffered by Mrs. Smith, including kitchen utensils and silverware.

The chapel auditorium was unscathed. The building was built at a cost of $35,000 by the General Wartime Commission of the Churches, and is one of the finest in the cantonment.

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Our own suggestion for ending the war: Invent a gas bomb that will explode, instead of fumes, a few million Yaphank mosquitoes right in the German's faces.

SOME FAST SOLDIER MILLS IN RECENT EXHIBITIONS BY MITT-MEN

Benny Leonard Gives Three a Go-Mickey Devine a Stanch Fighter.

The Y.M.C.A. Auditorium, which has seen many a pair of soldiers embroiled, oppsing each other armed with the padded mitts, has held some enthusiastic audiences in the past week or so. The attraction has been Boxing Night, conducted by Frederick Schultz, Physical Director for the camp Y.M.C.A., with the co-operation of Frank Glick, Cantonment Athletic Officer.

After giving Britton the go of his life in Philly our own Benny Leonard appeared in an exhibition bout at the end of Mr. Schultz's programme of arguments, and went three successive bouts with fighters who were no slouches with the mitts. He met Walsh, the redoubtable Mickey Devine, who is becoming quite familiar with Ben's style, and young Eddy. They were two-minute rounds, two rounds to a match. Some other fighting on the same evening was by no stretch of the imagination easy picking, except perhaps the fights where the pickings were in the pillows, used as instruments of offense and defense. The pillow fightssaw C. Yocum opposing J. Walsh, a fellow Signal Corpsman, and C. Jerome nd J. Gilmore of the 13th Company walloping each other. Colored pugilistic geniusea from among the casuals showed some good fight during two two-minute rounds. They were Joe Gans, 159 pounds and Nero Chick, 160 punds. The start argument if the evening was between Frankie Daly, 31st Company and Dutch Brandt, 34th, contenders for the worlds bantamweight title. These two battled all over the place until the final whistle, which left the decision as close to a draw as it can well be. Mr. Kraetzer of the Y.M.C.A. refereed.

A summary of another recent boxing night follows: 112-pound class, Desjardines vs. Corpl. Reiger, both 7th Company; 110-pound, Dellberti vs. Levy; 125-pound, McDonald, 8th Company vs. Sullivan, 7th Company; Baker, 39th Company vs. Lametti, 40th Company; Kirby vs. Mickey Devine, 6th Battalion.

And speaking of Mickey, he's some game little rapid firing expert. He has won all sizes of medals up in New England and is itching to get a go with Richie Ryan, the camp lightweight champ. it will probably be arranged for in the near future, and it should be some little combat.

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Italy is gradually making her presence felt on this side of the American Army in this War. Recently Tony Monaco applied for the shoe repairing privilege, and now Tony Corosa has obtained the bootblacking concession. "First thing you know," remarked Capt. Held, "one of them will come along and want to open a banana stand."

SARGE JACK DECLARES HE "AIN'T GONER GET UP," IN RING FIGHT

Sergt. Klein and Napoleon Both Started as Only Corporals.

At a recent series of boxing bouts put on by Sergt. Jack Mallan at the base hospital, Tommy Guthro, showing remarkable agility for one of his advanced years, fooled around in the ring with another private who tried in vain to knock Tommy's smile off. Finally Tommy delivered one of those famous Framingham uppercuts and his opponet abruptly retired from the ring to the floor. He lay there, meditating, and then, in response to urgings from the crowd to get up and lam Tommy, the recumbent gladiator replied from his downy couch on the boards, "No, I ain't goner get up!"

He was so positive about it that not even a bugler could have roused him. In the end he had to be practically helped from the ring.

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Sergt. First Class Klein was recently twitting a newly created Corporal in his usually snappy two-a-day style, because the Corporal had recieved two stripes when his expectations had risen much higher. To which the Corporal replied: "When anybody joshes me about my rank, I'm going to tell that person Napoleon started as a Corporal."

"That's right," said Sergt. Klein quite seriously, "I started as a Corporal myself."

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Mark La Fontaine was announced at a recent musichowl at which he was the pianist as "Sergt. La Fontaine," which annoyed him, because just then he couldn't make good on the title. He felt that if the announcer had set up as a prophet, he was a pretty bum one, for there didn't seem to be any possibility of his arranging for La Fontaine's appointment. But the Higher Powers seemed to get wind of it and took the notion that it was a good idea. So La Fontaine was created a Sergeant, just to save his announcer from continuing in an embarrassing position.

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Private Strunsky, whom everybody knows as one of the triumvirate that hold a seat on the Port Exchange was approached a few days ago by Joe Bonomo, for the present commissioned as first footman on the mule team.

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"How much is a New York American?" asked Bonomo, who is cautious enough to be Scotch.

"Three cents," replied Strunsky, scarcely stopping to think.

"Haven't you got any for a cent?"

"nope," answered Strunsky in his purest English. "Why"

"I've got only a cent in small change-my other money's too large."

"Maybe I can change it," said Strunsky, though the admission seemed torn from him. "How much is it?"

"Ten cents."

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The clamping of the lid on fancy puttees again threatens to cause a panic in the local leather market, with decidedly bearish prices. After the recent edict against them, this notice was stuck up in a washroom here:

FOR SALE

500 Pairs of Leather Puttees.

Some Pairs Never Been Worn

50 Cents Up.

Paper Given Free.

That hundreds of copies of the Christian Science Monitor, called the International Daily Newspaper, are sent to Camp Upton free and distributed to enlisted men and officers is the announcement of C.C. Wolcott, Christian Science Welfare Worker here. Free copies can be secured in the vestibule of the Camp Library, and the Red Cross Building's Library at the Base Hospital. Free subscription to the Monitor is given all officers and soldiers during their entire service, through contributions made by civilians.

JULY 8, 1918

Central Exchange Will Be Erected

Largest "Long and Low" Structure to Be in Heart of the City.

The Soldiers' Own Department Store is soon to take its place among the ultra-modern conveniences of this crowding cantonment. It is to be a central post exchange, belonging to the general family of D.E.'s, in which there are at present five active members, with a like number of associate memberships soon to become active. It will be long and low, as every respectable soft drink parlor in a camp should be. However, it will be a much longer than any other exchange in camp. Whether it will be lower remains to be seen. The prices, at least, will be as low as they can be made, very near to cost, so why worry about the height of the roof from the floor.

Construction has begun on the central exchange, located in the heart of the city, convenient to all theatres and hotels-the very Times Square of Camp Upton- handy to the Officers' Club, the Liberty Theatre and other points in our civic group. It will be 70 by 170 feet in dimensions, and will cost $18,000. All the articles sold in exchanges now operating will be offered in the large one and in addition there will be a lunch counter and restaurant, fruit, cigar and clothing stands, news-stand and book shop. The offices of the camp exchange staff will be also located in the building, in charge of Capt. A.J. Connick jr., cantonment exchange officer.

SEND PROTESTS TO GAIN A NIGHT'S RESPOSE

Desinlo Barry, Tony Drummion, Bob Glass and Hen Wetzler of the 4th Battalion, Depot Brigade, wish "very sincerely" to bring certain small matters to the attention of the camp, and have written Trench and Camp as follows:

"My Dear Editor: Allow us to ask for a little space in your valuable (Editor's note: Thank you, all four of you!) Weekly for soldiers in regards to being able to get a message to some of the wild boys of the Depot Brigade. The said wild men are Paddy Doyle, Scotty and George Borry, who is the intrepid drummer of the Depot Brigade Band. We have little or no sleep since this trio got together. It seems by their conversation they had a wild evening somewhere in Harlem recently. Paddy we know is a strong attraction among the fair sex. From what we learn he makes considerable showing among them. But again, Paddy and Bory accuse Scotty of talking to their girlfriends too often and trying to win their affections. Of course we feel sure Scotty wouldn't do such a thing. And he himself denies it, and never likes to bring up the subject. we all wish this gang lots of luck and a good time, but we want to let them know, through your paper, they should finish their debates on the train coming in, and not at 3 A.M., when everyone in the barrack is trying to sleep. We incidentally would like to know who the lady is who Bill McNulty mentions, but only when he's asleep. These boys were heart breakers, we are sure, in civil life, but now they are sleep breakers.

"Yours to earn a night's repose."

RED MEN GIVE AMBULANCE TO THE BASE HOSPITAL

A limousine motor ambulance costing $5,000 was given recently to the Base Hospital by the Improved Order of Red Men of New York State. About a hundred and fifty, including medical officers and nurses, witnessed the presentation which was made by Richard F. Elmore, of Port Chester, Great Sachem of New York State. Lt. Col. Jay D. Whitman, commanding the hospital, accepted the gift in behalf of the institution. An address was also made by James T. Rogers, Great Senior Sagamore, in behalf of the national organization.

Major's Brother, Private, Has Been Killed in Action.

Major William E. Payson, 1st Battalion, Depot Brigade, has just received notification from Washington that his brother has been killed in action in France. He was a private, Herbert P. Payson, and was in a Regular Army outfit. In November, 1914, he enlisted and served in the Philippines with the 13th U.S. Infantry, Company C, and on the border in Company G, 7th U.S. Infantry. he has been in France since spring.

The Major brother is himself an enlisted men, having twenty-one years with Uncle Sam before coming to Camp Upton. He was a Sergeant instructor in several reserve officers' training camps. He is spending a few days at his home, Maywood, Ill.

MANUAL ON SALUTING WILL BE GIVEN TO OFFICERS AND MEN

Private Saluted Another Private Two Hours to Make Cover.

A manual on saluting, prepared by direction of Major Gen. Bell, by Lieut. Col. Cyrus A. Dolph, Major William E. Boyle and Major Scholle, is soon to be put in the hands of every stump digging private, every faultless Sergeant Major, every commissioned officer and all others wearing the uniform in camp. A hundred thousand copies and more are being printed. The history of the salute is set forth in an interesting manner, according to Private Jesse Gerstenfeld, who typed the copy, the correct and incorrect manner of its use and other saluting data are given.

Tells How Salute Originated.

The material on the salute's history is particularly interesting, as the manual sets forth the beginning of the custom in ancient days when it was allowed as a class privilege to certain individuals whose bank rolls were obese and whose purple robes were rich enough in texture. Curiously, the next evolution made the salute a standard form of greeting from slave to master. The military world then took it up and made it the customary courtesy given between officer and soldier. And so it has come down through the years, always with a correct and an incorrect form.

On the cover of the saluting manual is pictured the ways one should and should not elevate the right elbow and form the right hand. The drawing is by our own Private Jack kelly, whose pictorial jibes form a weekly portion of Trench and Camp. In making the picture, Jack won the distinction of being the only private, as far as can be learned, who was saluted for something like two hours by a fellow private. The subject stood on an army pedestal made from an ash can and a board. Private Stidd of the Headquarters Detachment and Private Bill Bergamini were the coy and medest models' models. Private Stidd proved a too uneasy subject because of worries over his Horse (note the capital). It is the only horse in camp that picks and chooses its own routes of travel, regardless of the rider. Private Bergamini, the other model, was, before his burst into a fame, a champion K.P.

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Nothing succeeds like hard work and practice, and Lieut. Maurer of the 3d Co. had that little maxim in mind when he picked Sergts. Olsen and Dunbrow for the tent pitching contest, and had them practice under his direct supervision for a whole week. The 3d Co. boys were awarded the first place, and they deserved it.

RABBI WISE TELLS NEW MEN THEY MUST FIGHT AS OTHERS TRAINED HERE ARE FIGHTING

Gen. Bell Presides at Fourth of July Exercises- P r i m a Donna Sings National Anthem in Rain.

Speaking at the Fourth of July gathering on the Depot Brigade area, Rabbi Stephen S. Wise of New York urged the soldiers before him to fight as well as the National Army men trained here by Gen. Bell are now fighting in France. His address was full of the power, magnetism and appeal which make him one of America's greatest speakers. "The Kaiser boasted," said Dr. Wise, "that America wasn't prepared, wasn't united and was afraid to fight. Out answer is a million men now in France. The beginning of the end is now in sight for Germany, and issue depends upon you men, and your comrades, and the way you fight. Germany brought the war upon the world. America is going to end it. We should not talk of saving France, as France has saved the world. And because of her glory in this accomplishment, and our own priceless traditions, this day will be observed by the nations of the world in future years as Independence Day. Peace can only come when Germany has restored to the rightful owners every inch of territory she has stolen.

"You men must fight terribly against your enemies. Toward the helpless, the women, children and old men you must show a great mercy. You must be toward them, in short, Americans."

The words of Lincoln were quoted by Gen. Bell in his address. "It is not what we say here, but what we do over there which counts," said the General. He presided. The programme was further marked by the participation of two enlisted men, both of whom were selected by competition Private Herman B. Yohalen, 45th Company, Depot Brigade, read the Declaration of Independence, and Corpl. John R. Duffy, Compnay M, 3d Development Battalion, read the President's message. The "Star Spangled Banner" was sung in the conventional Fourth of July thunder shower by Mme. Marie Sundelius of the Metropolitan Opera Company. She sang also two others songs. Eric Dudley, camp song leader, led several choruses, and the balance of the programme was music by the Depot Brigade chaplains; greeting from the Allid nations, by Major J.R. Ralli of the British Army, and benediction by Chaplain Lawrence J. Bracken. The celebration was under the auspices of the Camp Welfare Organizations- the Y.M.C.A., Knights of Columbus and Jewish Board for Welfare Work.

Athletic Programme.

Capt. Frank Glick and Frederick Shultz of the Y.M.C.A. presided over a morning athletic programme. The events were; Medicine ball race, 25 men each team; shuttle broad jump, 10 men in a team; shuttle shot put, 10 men in a team; equipment race; resuce race; pitching shelter tents and field inspection; battalion relay race, 5 men in each team.

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Under the expert tutelage of J.J. Cronin, one-time moving picture expert with the Community Corporation of New York and now General Supervisor of Camp Moving Picture Operation and Upkeep for the Y.M.C.A. here, nine Y blokes have finished a course of training. Included in the course were the repair and care of machines, operation and other essential points of knowledge essential for one aiming at a license to act as chauffer to one of the big Edisons which furnish the screen action for soldiers frequenting the Y.M.C.A. huts. The class met every day for several weeks for a two-hour session. Licenses will be applied for.

Actors and Officers Keep Provost Guard's Pie Wagon Busy.

Baseball game there never was since the first primeval pitcher threw out the first antediluvian base runner with the well-aimed hurl of a fifty pound rock like the one on the Depot Brigade field recently between the officers and actors. It started with a protest and ended by the "arrest" of Clifton Crawford as a conscientious objector-to baseball as she is played at Camp Upton. Harry Brown, star of "Oh, Lady! Lady!!" started the diversion by protesting against the use of a hard ball. His understanding was a tennis ball would be used. From then on, everything went. One actor hitter got three bases on a pep fly by the simple expedient of running to third instead of first. He wasn't arrested. Practically every one else was. Major H.H. Walker's Pie Wagon did yeoman service. The first arrest was of a person hight Harry Ralph Otto. He was an actor, but refused to play with his mates, asserting he was a ukelele, not a baseball player. His arrest followed a long search through the crowd. The rest of his career was brief.

Cornet-Playing Pitcher Yanked.

Theactors found their pitching material unsatisfactory. Private Charles B. Greiner, cornet player in Sergt. Eckinroth's Depot Brigade Band, was drafted to pitch, but his music case handicapped his delivery and he was taken out in favor of Mr. Otto. He pitched two balls and was rearrested. The game went from bad to worse, until a dispute arose over the score, which Father Lawrence J. Bracken and Sergt. Marshall declared was 8-8. The actors protested they were millions ahead. Clifton Crawford was arrested, and the crowd left. The actors had the following in the feild at bat: Harry Brown, right field; Clifton Crawford, left field; Lieut. Arthur Clarke, centre field; Frank grace, catcher; C.E. Butler, first base; Rivoli, short stop; Capt. Wright Krammer, a former actor, third base; Capt. Paul McAllister, another former actor, second base, and Johnny Barkis, pitcher No. 1.

The officers were: Major Payson, third base; Major Hubbell, second base; Major Higgins, short stop; Major Draper, catcher; Major Crane, first base; Major Biddle, left field; Major Brandreath, centrefield; Major Osborne, right field, and Major Burdell, pitcher.

The game was only a part of the two day Theatrical Revelry, which began with an officers' dance at the Officers' Club, and wound up flamingly with a big performance at the Liberty Theatre. Harry Brown, as announcer, introduced the following, excepting Majorie Rambeau, who was presented by Major Gen. Bell; Fritzi Soheff, Harry Carroll, the Dolly Sisters, Jane Coneley and Erwin Coneley in a one act play, Miss Kittie Donar of the Winder Garden, Miss Dorothy Jardon, Miss Dorothy Dickson and Carl Hyson, Miss Constance Binney and Carl Randall, Clifton Crawford, Miss Marjorie Rambeau and Our Own Private Irving Berlin. The proceeds of the entertainment were used for the athletic fund of the Depot Brigade and in general community service.

One of the features of the occasion was the mess served the performers by the 11th Company, Depot Brigade. The 9th Battalion also wielded a fine hospitality, opening the barrack for the use of lady visitors.

Co. B,M.P., Puts On Its Own Big Show

Company B. Military Police, took possession of the Y.M.C.A. Hut at 7th Street and 2d avenue recently, and their entertainment committee, led by Sergt. Schoengold, put over one of the largest evenings yet. Local and long distance talent was used. Sergt. Schoengold himself participated in the programme, assisting Lew Hilton in songs and stories. The committee were Sergt. Sciengold, Sergt. Webster, Sergt. Titus, Private Preiss and Private Costa. After the show came the real core of the evening, in the shapr of a barrack entertainment at B's home. The cooks provided for an after theatre mess, including cake, ice cream, peacnes, sandwiches and orange punch. The commanding officer, Capt. Finck, and Lieut. Goldberg were given tokens of their men's esteem, and three cheers given also easily and cheerfully for the entertainers. They included Private W. Eymer, 45th Company, songs' Cook Ferriari, sensational juggling; Charles Mack, English comedian; Lew Hilton and Sergt. Schoengold, stories; Rothange and Miliano, 12th Company, comedy acrobats; Private Joseph Cosat, Company B. comedian; Service Quartet, Private Irving Berlin, some of his late song hits; Billy Barlow, songs and stories; Lace and Wilkie. Scotch singers and dancers; Bedford and Graham, whirlwind dancers.

MULE EXPERTS AT REMOUNT HAVE FAST BASEBALL TEAM.

The 302d Auxiliary Remount depot has a ball club in the field that has shown promise of being a strong contender for cantonment supremacy, only one defeat being chalked against them and that at the bands of the 367th Infantry. Ling has been pitching a fast article of ball for the Mule Experts. Company B. Military Police, were recently handed a wallop by a score of 18 to 2. The players:

Remount-S. Salzman, H. Salzman, Romard, Ascher, Silverman, Wicker, Ling, Gusty and Brennan.

Company B.M.P.-Blackburn, Angelo, Markheimer, Schacht, Price, Galzendorfer, Murray, Starkey, Schoenshelmer.

Busy With Activities at Knights' Houses

Ladies' Auxiliary Visits Camp- Miss Henshaw Entertains.

The K. of C. halls have both been busy in the social and entertainment activities and have been drawing big crowds with their varied programmes. The Ladies' Camp Upton Auxilliary visited camp in two sightseeing buses. There were forty or fifty in the party, which entertained and danced at both halls. The party was in charge of Miss Mary L. Brady, late President of the Interboro Teachers' Association. These Saturday visits are becoming more and more popular, and the boys who fall to get passes to the city have a good stand-by at the Knights' balls.

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On Sunday afternoon there was an impromptu programme by the soldiers, and in the evening a professional entertainment was given by Miss Patsy Henshaw, assisted by Miss Ethel Boyd, altely playing a leading part with Julius Anderson in the "Rainbow Girl" and now studying for a new show to open shortly. The show was greatly appreciated by the big audiences at both halls, the songs and recitations all being received with great applause. Miss Helena was the accompanist.

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One of the big features of the week was Miss Carmen Myers, the noted movie star, who came down with her latest films, which were well received. Seeing the heroine in flesh and blood seems to add greatly to the charm of a picture, and the boys want Miss Myers to come again.

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Saturday Madame Niessen-Stone, the well-known opera star of the Metropolitan Opera Company, came down and entertained the boys with a number of classical and popular selections. Her voice has both range and sweetness and she has a technique which is nothing short of perfect. Her renderings were of the sort which appeal to men, and especially soldiers, and no better entertainment of its kind has ever been given in Camp Upton.

NEW MUSIC librarian GETTING "RECENTEST" HITS

The Liberty and Buffalo Theatres now have a librarian, and it looks as if the library would grow to such proportions that soon a building or a regular office will be necessary to house his findings. He's Private Alfred Saenger, one of the first violinists at the Buffalo First Company, 152d Depot Brigade, who before being called to service, was librarian of the Rialto and Rivoli Theatres, New York. He became equainted then with about every music house in New York, and his connectios are provig valuable in building up a music library for the camp houses. Two hundred orchestrations of popular concert and musical comedy selections in just a couple of trips to the city; and what he'll do if he's allowed to go in often is hard to forecast.

Private Saenger has free access to almost any number being played today, and the audiences of the two playhouses are assured the latest novelties in music. One publisher who does work for the large moving picture features is S.M. Berg, because of his familiarity with the motion picture industry, and two of Berg's latest which Private Saenger has introduced are proving big hits- "Kathleen," one of Mr. Berg's compositions, and "Over the Top, Boys," being played in the Guy Empey picture. This music is secured through the patriotism and generosity of the publishers, without charge, graits and to use a great and guhloreeyus word-free.

Pershing's Crusaders Are Seen on Y Movie Screen.

By special request Mr. Walker obtained for the week of July 1, an unexpected release of the film "Pershing's Crusaders." to entertain the fifteen thousand newly-drafted men at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium. Twenty five hundred recruits crowded the amphitheater each night of the week and enjoyed one of the most stupendous spectacles ever presented on the screen. In collaboration with this picture, Mr. Walker arranged to show film slides, such as "The Spirit of Liberty of France," "The Spirit of Liberty of America," "Joan of Arc," "general Pershing with the first Contingent of American Troops Over There," followed by the face of the German pup, Von Hindenburg. Music that thrilled the audience with a melody from Melodyland was furnished by the Depot Brigade Band, of which Albert W. Eckinroth is bandmaster. Since these recruits were under quarantine, this means of entertainment was received by them in most pleasing and gratifying manner.

SGT. 1ST. CL. SYD. L. GROSS.

MAJOR AT BOXING BEE TELLS OF OLD ARMY ROUGH-HOUSING DAYS

First Battalion's Gloves Are Donned Before Properly Presented.

The 1st Co. Dept. Brigade is going strong. Their last affair was a big Saturday night boxing, vaudeville and sing-song fest. There were several good bouts, and before the star bout of the evening between Young Eddy and Johnny Salsberg, Major Payson, Commander, made a speech, dwelling on the value of good esprit de corps. In reminiscent vein he told of his early days in the army, when as a buck private he had participated in company combats for the honor of the old company. "Our company had a little party one evening," he said, "at which a member of the next company invited himself. Pretty soon this guy began to labor under the delusion that he owned the whole keg, and the fellows took him and threw him out bodily. On the way home he and his squad waylaid a couple of our men, those men came back and returned to beat up that squad with a whole platoon, the squad beat it and came back with their whole company, and our platoon sent back to gather in the rest of the company, and those two companies would be fighting yet if the Provost Guard hadn't arrived in time to stop the fight before anybody was killed. Free Fighting and rough-housing is bad, and should be discouraged rather then encouraged, but never let any other company put anything over on your company. Every man should do his best to make his company the best in the battalion, each battalion should aim to be the best in the regiment, each regiment the best in the brigade, each brigade the best in the division, the division the best in the United States Army, and the United States Army will be, as it is going to prove to be, the best army in the world."

The Major finished his speech by reaching for a set of boxing gloves, which he stated he was going to present to the 1st Company. The set of gloves was missing, and on inquiry about it was discovered that the mitts ornamenting the able knuckles of Young Eddy and Johnny Salsberg were the gloves presented by the Major, the presentation being anticipated by Sergt. Myers, with the characterisitic readiness of the 1st Compnay to pick up anything worth picking up in the brigade area.

Following the boxing there was a fine concert programme given in the mess hall, where Mess. Sergt Myers served refreshments to all the boys assembled, about 800 being present altogether, the other three companies being well represented by their prize meat hounds, who can smell a feed a hundred miled away.

Sergt. Myers is to be commended for his efforts in showing the boys of the company and the entire battalion a good time. This is not the first affair of this kind he has staged, and Sergt. Shanley will be losing his laurels as prize show promotor of the brigade if he doesn't get busy on another affair for the 3d Company soon.

Mrs. Payson, wife of Major Payson, was the guest of honor, and was particulary interested in the boxing bouts. When she expressed a desire to learn to box Major explained in an apprehensive way that it wasn't being done.