November 12, 1917

                                                                        Vol. 1 No. 6
       November 12, 1917

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

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

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

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

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

                        Has Notable Staff.

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

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

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

                        Nurses to be Feminine.

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



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

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


National Anthem Artistic Enough For Former Associate of Dr Muck

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

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

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

            Bach has toured extensively throughout Austria, Germany, England, Denmark, Sweden and Russia and established an enviable reputation which was acknowledged by the foremost musical critics of those countries.

                        Soloist at Frisco Exposition.

            Since the outbreak of war in the summer of 1914 he has added to his successful career by work in the United States, playing under the direction of Dr. Muck of the Boston Symphony, and during the summer of 1915 he appeared as soloist at the San Francisco Exposition. He then toured the Pacific Coast until summoned to the East to accept the position of solo trumpeter with the Russian Ballet of the Metropolitan Opera House. Since then he has done most of his work as soloist under concert and Lyceum contracts, while recently, until called to service under the colors of the United States, he achieved great success at the Rialto Theatre, New York. Now he is offering music of the two-dollar-a-ticket variety to his comrades in olive drab, having been received with acclaim in the Y.M.C.A. Hut, Fifth Avenue and 14th Street.

            Says a musical critic of this Upton private: “To hear Vincent Bach is in itself an education; for his technique is developed to the highest degree. The beautiful quality of tone produced upon his instrument in all registers, the artistic phrasing and classic perfection of his interpretation have placed hum un the highest rank of musical artists.”



Young Men Who Appreciate Work of Y.M.C.A Watch Campaign

            It is somewhat of a strain on the modesty, according to private tips given Trench and Camp by secretaries, to be a Y.M.C.A. worker in Yaphank. The boys have taken the spirit of the organization—its friendliness, disinterested helpfulness and broad-minded service—so closely to their unstarched bosoms that at times they smother the apostles of the Red Triangle with laudation. “Let him through, he’s a Y.M.C.A. guy” was the cry as a knight of that institution pressed into a crowded barrack board That sums up the free entry which the Y.M.C.A. has into the hearts of Upton men.

            The announcement, therefore, that a campaign has been inaugurated by the National War Work Council, Y.M.C.A., to raise $35,000,000 for work among soldiers here and abroad is received in this camp with personal interests by the thousands of soldiers. They realize that they effort affects them vitally, and their enthusiasm for the success of the campaign is deep-seated and bounding. They have learned that the Y.M.C.A. isn’t in the axe-grinding business and is not moved by ulterior motives. And that is why the sentiment here is so strong for the big $35,000,000 drive. The soldiers realize they can help by “passing the word along” to the folk back home about what the Y.M.C.A. means to them, what it has done to help make life more pleasant and work while, and many are doing that.

            On Sunday the start was made on the raising of this fund and the last date for contributions is set as Nov. 19. Not only will the men in the American Army be served by the $35,000,000, but it will cover the expense of working with 7,000,000 Russians, 4,000,000 Frenchmen, 3,000,000 Italians, 6,000,000 prisoners of war and 1,500,000 men in the armies of Belgium, Mesopotamia, India, East Africa and Rouxmania. With the American Army before next July raised to 2,500,000, a total of 24,000,000 will be on the service list of the Red Triangle o be benefitted by the $35,000,000.


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That rookie from the 13th Squad by P.L. Crosby.






Soldiers’ Insurance Law Explained By Secretary McAdoo

Head of Treasury Makes Provisions Of New Act Plain And Urges Men To Insure Their Lives

            Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo, addressing the members of the National Army, through Trench and Camp, urges each and every one of them to take advantage of the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ life insurance law recently enacted by Congress.

            In his letter Secretary McAdoo explains the provisions of the law so that the soldiers may readily understand them. He says:

            “The United States has gone further than any civilized nation ever has gone in protecting the officers and enlisted men.”

            Officers representing each of the thirty-two cantonments throughout the country recently assembled in Washington and were given thorough instructions on the operation of the insurance law. The members of the National Guard and National Army will find at least one officer in Camp to give full details concerning the workings of this most extraordinarily liberal law.

            Following is Secretary McAdoo’s letter which he sent to the editor of the Camp Kearny edition of Trench and Camp, published by the Los Angeles Times:

            “Thank you sincerely for giving me the opportunity of communicating directly with the soldiers through the columns of Trench and Camp.”

                        Tribute to Soldiers

            It was a genuine privilege to speak to that splendid assemblage of young men at Camp Kearny concerning the Liberty Loan, the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Insurance bill, and the causes of this war with Germany.

            “As I saw them, my heart swelled with renewed pride that I am a American citizen, and that our beloved country has such gallant defenders as the brace men who have put on the uniform of liberty and are going forward to make democracy triumphant over the perfidious military autocracy of the German Kaiser, which has disregarded all laws of humanity and civilization in this war and seeks to enslave the entire world, America in the bargain. So long  as America produces the kind of men I saw at Camp Kearny, American rights will be protected and the world will be made safe for democracy.”

            “It was a wise thing for the men who have entered the service to save their money and invest it in United States Government Bonds. No investment is so safe, and none can be converted so readily into cash or borrowed upon so easily if the owner wants to effect a loan. When the soldiers and sailors come back and enter civil life, they will find it a great advantage to have a fund with which they can establish themselves in business. It will set many a man on the wat to a successful and prosperous career.

                        Generously of Government

            “The United States has gone further than any civilized nation ever has gone in protecting its officers and enlisted men. The new soldiers and sailors insurance law not only provides for the support of the dependent families of our soldiers and sailors, but it also provides that every officer and enlisted man may purchase at minimum cost from the United States Government life insurance up to a maximum amount of $10,000.

            The rate is based upon the American experience table of mortality without overhead charges, so that the cost of a $10,000 policy ranges from $64 per annum, for the man 21 years of age, to $82.10 per annum for the man 41 years of age. In other words, the cost is from $6.40 to $8.21 per annum for each $1,000 of insurance.

            “Policies will be payable in monthly installments, covering a period of twenty years. On a $10,000 policy the Government will pay to the beneficiary of the insured the sum of $57 per month for twenty years, or an aggregate of $13,680. If a man is totally disabled in the service and is insured for $10,000 he would receive $57 a month for twenty years, in addition to the specific compensations and indemnities to be paid to him for his disability under the provisions of the bill. Every officer and enlisted man who desires to make provision by life insurance for his loved ones now has the opportunity to do so through the just and generous action of his own government. He will get insurance in the strongest company in the world—the Government of the United States itself.

                        Must Apply by February 12

            “But every officer and enlisted man must apply to the Government fir the amount of insurance he desires within four months after he enlisted in the service, provided he came into the service after October 6, 1917. Therefore, all those now in the army and navy must notify the Treasury Department on or before February 12, 1918, as to the amount of insurance they desire; otherwise they will lose their right to take such insurance.

            “During the four months between October 6, 1917, and February 12, 1918, every officer and enlisted man, in the active service on or after April 15, 1917, is insured by the Government in the sum of $5,000, so that if any man should die or become totally disabled within that period, and before he has filed his application for the amount of insurance he wants, the Government will treat him as having been insured for $5,000, and will pay his beneficiaries the sum of $25 per month for a period of twenty years. This liberal provision is made in order that every man in the service may be protected during this four month period, while he is getting acquainted with the law and making up his mind as to the amount of insurance he wants to take.

            “These insurance provisions and all the provisions of the bill apply not alone to the officers and enlisted men of the army and navy, but also to the women members of the army nurse corps and the navy nurse corps.

                        Urges all to Insure

            “I earnestly hope that every officer and enlisted man, and every woman who is a member of the army and navy nurse corps, will speedily take advantage of this splendid provision for life insurance, and thus secure additional protection for themselves and their dependents.

            “This great law for our soldiers and sailors and women nurses will be administered in the Treasury Department. Every effort will be made by the Government to see that every man and woman entitles to the benefits of this act has the fullest opportunity of doing so. Regulations covering all details and complete instructions will be issued from time to time by the Treasury Department and brought to the attention of every man and woman in the active service.

                        Nation Back of Soldiers

            “America is fighting in the most righteous cause for which a nation ever fought. The entire resources of the American people will be put behind our soldiers and sailors, and the may go forward with the knowledge that not alone will their dependent families be cared for by a just government, but that everything that a great and generous people can do for them will be done without stint and regardless for sacrifice.

            “I know that the men who are training at Camp Kearny and at the other camps throughout the country will add new glory to their flag, and that they will soon bring back to suffering humanity peace, founded upon justice and humanity—the only kind of peace worth having, and the only kind of peace that will endure.”



            A young city fellow went to the country to take a flyer in agriculture.

            About 3 o’clock one morning the farmer for whom he was working rustled him out bed in a great hurry.

            “What’s the rush?” asked the young man.

            “Come out to the barn as quickly as you can and I will tell you,” replied the farmer.

            With all possible haste the young man went to the barn and again inquired as to the reason for the early rising.

            “We are going out to thresh the oats,” said the farmer.

            “Are they wild?” the young man asked.

            “No,” the farmer responded.

            “Then what’s the idea of sneaking up on them in the dark at this unearthly hour?” asked the city fellow.



            “When I give you anything to do I want it done promptly and without any loafing,” said the Top Sergeant in reprimanding a private who appeared a little slow on the job.

            “I am not afraid of hard work,” replied the private. “It holds no terrors for me. I have slept beside it many times without the least fear.”



            “You can’t rely on a shuttering man.”

            “Why not?”

            “He always breaks his word.”


(Rudy Kidling)


IF you can keep your heard when all about you

Are you losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

            But make allowance for their doubting, too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

            Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

            And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

            If you can think—and not make your thoughts aim,

If you can meet with triumph and disaster,

            And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,

            Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

            And stop and build em’ up with worn-out tools;


If you can make one heap of all you winnings,

            And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose and start again at your beginning

            And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your nerve and heart ad sinew

            To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

            Except the will which says to them: “Hold on!”


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

            And walk with kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

            If all men count with you but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

            With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,

            And—which is more—you’ll be a man my son.


PG. 3


Gleanings, Gossip, Humor and Chatter Gathered Here and There.


Knights of Columbus Are Well Into Work For Soldiers, With First House Open.

Building at Fifth Street and Fourth Avenue Offering Services Under Direction of Secretarial Staff—Auditorium on Upton Boulevard IS Nearing Completion—Buildings Open to All Races and Creeds.

By Clement B. Fenton.

            With the operating of the new club house at Fourth Avenue and Fifth Avenue for service to the soldiers, the Knights of Columbus are well started on their work in Camp Upton, which embraces broadly a ministry of service to all the soldiers in the cantonment, regardless of creed or race.

            This is the first building of three to be erected here for the work of the Knights of Columbus which is being carried on in the various cantonments throughout the country as the war programme of that organization. There will be at Upton, beside the building now completed and doing work, another club home built on a similar plan and a large auditorium on Upton Boulevard which is rapidly nearing completion.

            Through the secretaries in charge, the Knights of Columbus plan to carry on vigorous activities along the lines of social, educational and religious welfare. There will be telephone and postal facilities, with ample writing space and stationary, which is furnished without charge. Each club house is equipped with a stage which may be used as an altar support at the proper times. Pianolas and phonographs assure plenty of entertainment for the musically inclined, while all of the current magazines and newspapers of the day, as well as a generous library of excellent books, will help to allay the soldier’s well known craving for reading matter.

            Nightly attractions in the line of vaudeville performances and boxing bouts—in short, the carried events possible in camp life will be offered in each building. These will be open at all times to local performers, and the K. of C. will secure many professional entertainers as added features in the field of entertainment.

            Athletics will occupy no small place in the work, and the organization is to furnish experienced coaches and supply an ambulance of equipment for the various sports. Literary and musical clubs are to be formed, with competent directors in charge and an effort will be made in every way to encourage those whose desires tend to the intellectual and aesthetic

            Perhaps the greatest endeavor, one that compasses all, is to create for every boy who is lined up in Uncle Sam’s army an atmosphere which will be homelike, under roofs which he may use at all times and feel they are his own. The Knights of Columbus, a Catholic fraternal order, have undertaken the matter of raising funds for this work, and act as sponsors. This, however, is the limit of sectarianism in the movement. Regardless of creed, the buildings are open to each and every one.

            In charge of the religious work is the Rev. Laurence Bracken, formerly of Brooklyn. The General Secretary for Camp Upton is Harry A. Werner of Patchogue, L.I., with Clement B. Fenton of New Bedford, Mass., Assistant Secretary.



            Mr. Olson, Chairman of the Anderson Liberty Loan Bond Committee, announces that civilian employes of the camp subscribed to more than $20,000 worth of bonds. For days there was competition among Mr. Loew, Mr. Dempsey and Mr. Olson of the Construction Quartermaster’s Office in Yaphank in their efforts to break all records in obtaining Liberty Bond subscriptions.

            With the aid of Messrs. R. Rosenberg, A. Fagen and S.J. Mann and J. Henley and A. Scheinwald, who spoke in English, Mr. Olson invaded the sleeping quarters of workmen about to retire. Stirring speeches in various languages were made. As a result several thousands of dollars in subscriptions were obtained. Mr. Olson then directed his associates to address men crowded about camp fires.

            Out of $35,000 subscribed for bonds, Mr. Olson and his assistants obtained $20,000 worth of subscriptions.







            Visitors’ Day in camp always furnished a new and interesting slant to camp life here, in token of which the following paragraphs are written.

            There is no feeling or emotion in the human catalogue quite the same as the one a rookie experiences when he is seen by “Her” for the first time in his new uniform. It is halfway between the criminal’s sensations when found guilty of murder and the embarrassment a Plattsburg Lieutenant experiences when caught by the Sergeant looking in the mirror at his cub mustache.

            It is remarkable how feminine touch changes things. On one of the recent Visitors’ Days some of the dainty sojourners were brought into a certain mess as guests. As soon as they entered the barren mess room a new light seemed to dawn on the faces of the men. Even the discouraged Kitchen Police took a hitch in their gunny sack aprons and pushed their hair back. The face of the second cook, who was dishing out stewed peaches, became wreathed in smiles. Men were given portions of unheard-of proportions. The conversation all over the room had a new buoyancy. There was a composite smile of self-congratulation on the way non-coms. A halo was over the entire establishment.

            After viewing the partings at the station, one is impressed with the possibilities of Upton’s infantrymen in the use of their arms. All branches of the service, the observer is convinced, will be able to hold their own.

            Many a rookie becomes on visitors’ day a general and a prince.

            Several young and unfettered officers have resolved to treat certain of their men with more consideration after seeing their sisters.

            Of course the boy was glad to see his parents. But his greeting might have been misleading to one unversed in army gastronomics and psychology. “Where are the smokes?” and “Did you bring the grub all right?” were the first questions he asked.



            Transforming barracks into homelike, clublike living places is one of the gifts which the selected men here have cultivated with surprising facility and to an extent quite remarkable.

            Among the outfits whose energies have been turned to the rendering of comfort and luxury out of bare walls and wooden floors is B Company, 302d Ammunition Train. The boys have decked their living quarters in an attractive interior furnishing scheme which would elicit applause from a professional decorator and have installed, among other things a live, four-cylinder piano. Under the guidance of the company’s talented box-ticklers, the engine is hitting on all of them during the spare time which hiking and drills allow.

            Private Joyce is official funmaster and fills his part to overflowing. He is the sort of chap that makes army life one round of comedy. A barrack orchestra composed of mandolin, guitar, banjo-mandolin and drum furnishes dulcet strains for the dancing which enlivens Visitor’s Day, and also performs when only khaki-clad pals are present. The Company B lads have sponsored some band-up barrack parties among other of their achievemnts.



The Call is clear;

Arise ye sons of freeborn men, grid on the sword,

Take up the shield and go ye forth

Into the fray,

The men of Mars and mighty Thor are dripping red,

The earth is rent in twain and travailled sore.

Make haste, make haste, ye men of might,

Strike for freedom and the right,

The fight is on—the thunder roar, the lightning flash

Of cruel, grim guns that belch forth death

And voice with joy the paean of the dead,

Doth urge thee on.

Advance the steady tread, ye men of might,

Into the fight, and falter not,

Though red-hot blast of hell doth greet thee

And doth sear thy soul and strike thee down,

The Stars of Night will guide thee in they flight

Unto the Lord of Hosts as, mantled in the evening dew,

Thou sleepest. The bivouac of the dead may be thy portion,

But thou shalt still be free.

            F. ALLEN, Headquarters Co, 304th Field Artillery.


Post Exchange Philosopher

            Says Rookie Ralph: “If us boys of Division 77 can root them Huns outa the trenches like we’ve been goin’ to these here Long Island stumps it won’t be so awful long till we’re eatin’ our beans in Berlin.”



Meals in Camp Differ According to Abilities of Mess Sergeants and Cooks.

            Whether it is the pro-German influence or just the human prerogative of being allowed to kick in one’s board is not known, but loose talk often floats around an army camp, and to the folks back home about the grub.

            After being in Upton for a week, most enlisted men wonder that there ever could have been “bear stories” about hard tack and beans. Of course, every mess isn’t milk, honey and charlotte russe, and the palatability of the food in subject to variation. But in the large camp food is astonishing for its well-seasoned wholesomeness.

            The variations are due to no favoritism on the part of the quartermaster, but to the abilities of the mess sergeant and the chef. One is different from another and the food which they place before the men is bound to follow the same lines of differentiation.

            In one mess the following was a trio of menus recently, and if seeing this in print isn’t a solar plexus blow to the grub-knocker nothing that the Ritz or the Biltmore offers could be:



Grape Nuts and Milk.

Scrambled Eggs.

Lyonnaise Potatoes.     Toast.



Beef Steak, Tomato Sauce.

Stewed Corn. Browned Potatoes.

Ice Cream.       Cake.


Cold Roast of Beef.

Cold Slaw.                   Pickles.

Potato Salad.

Cheese.                        Bread.




Y.M.C.A. Hut, Cor, 2nd Av. And 14th Street


Representative of Trench and Camp


This Company Are Both O.K.

            Since so many of the men of the Depot Brigade let for Georgia it has been rather lonesome up on the Upton J Section. At retreat a squad is seen here and there in front of the barrack doors. Sergt. Smith of 14th Company took his company over to Patchogue Saturday night. He says that they both had a good time.


Under the Pecan Tree.

            Lieut. Brown of the 10th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, was asked if he knew anything for the next issue of Trench and Camp. “Sure,” he replied, “tell them they should send all the loose nuts up to the 152d Depot Brigade.” Glad to oblige, Lieutenant.


“A Fireman’s Life for Me.”

            There is a certain officer of the 28th Company, 52d Depot Brigade, whose favorite song is: “Oh, for the life of a fireman!” His command was appointed as the new fire company and the following conversation took place between the Company’s commanding officer and the Colonel:

            “Where’s the hose real?”

            “Don’t know, sir.”

            “Where’s the hyndant?”

            “Don’t know, sir.”

            “Who’s assistant fire marshal?”

            “Don’t know, sir.”

            “------ ----- ? ------? –V! -----! -----?”


7th Con., D.B., Present and Accounted For.

            They seem to have left all the wildest an wooliest in the 7th Company, 152d Depot Brigade, and silence seldom reigns there between reveille and taps. Chuck and Lee, the Siamese twins, still stick together and are noted for their famous sayings: “As you were!” “Get the needle!” “Hit me!” “Shoot the dime!” “What’s on your mind?” No seconds!” “Beans again!” and several others.


A Sergeant’s Hard Luck.

            Sergt. Schwenk was late for supper the other night and he complained bitterly because he couldn’t find a thing to eat but sirloin steak, potatoes, sweet corn, fritters, stewed peaches and coffee. It’s a shame the way they impose on those poor sergeants.



Back From Georgia.

            We are glad to see Lieut. Carlson back from his trip to Atlanta, Ga., with the men sent South. This reminds us of one of the 7th Company’s rookies of the Italian race, who told a friend that he was going to “Georgia Atlantic.”


An Oriental Magician.

            Chioda, the Chinese magician, still mystifies the crowd. His disappearing trick, performed with slum-gullion, cannot be excelled.


Who Is She?

            Every time the whistle blows other than for formation, we hear the cry “Telegram for McCarthy” or “Special Delivery letter for McCarthy!” He must have one who thinks a lot about him.


Doesn’t Bit the Tongue Maybe.

            Private Attilia Creo of the 7th Company was telling of an amusing incident which took place in the kitchen of his barracks. “There was aftera dinner, see,” he said. “Chef, hima holda nose; say ‘vera bada smell. Looks round; no cana find nothin. Oh, tella him smella terrible thing. Looka in the ice box; no can finda. Looks in oven, undera stove; no can find. ‘Wasa malt? Thata no nads smell. Mess sergeant no got tobac; smoka oatmeal in pipi.”


Blood Up for Fliv Drivers.

            The drivers of some of the obsolete autos which take the boys over to Patchogue are pulling a raw one on the fellows. Which may start trouble before long. The pirate who is not content with charging 50 cents each wat and paying for his seventy-six vintage flivver in a week, but who has beat the boys out of their hard-earned dollars by charging double fare on the return journey, when the bouts are not able to do anything but come across, deserves all that is coming to him, and from what some of the boys say, he is going to get his.


Characters in 12th Co., D.B.

            They have a number of distinguished characters in the 12th Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Tony Boots of “ice, coal and wood” fame is never told to do anything without replying, “Wait while I play a little tune on my catarrh.”


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



            H.C. Adier, Chattanooga Times.

            C.H. Allen, Montgomery Advertiser.

            W.T. Anderson, Macon Telegraph.

            F.S. Baker, Tacoma Tribuna.

            W.W. Ball, Columba State.


            Harry Chandler, Los Angeles Times.

            Amon C. Carter, Fort Worth Star Telegram.

            Elmer E. Clarke, Little Rock Arkansas.


            Gardner Cowles, Des Moines Register.

            R.A. Crothers, San Francisco Bulletin.

            Chas S. Diehi, San Antonio Light.

            E.K. Gaylord, Oklahoma City Oklahoman.

            F.P. Glass, Birmingham News.

            Bruce Haldeman, Louisville Courier-Journal.

            Clark Howell, Atlanta Constitution.

            James Kerney, Trenton Times.

            Victor F. Lawson, The Chicago Daily News.

            Charles E. Marsh, Waco Morning News.

            Frank P. MacLennan, Topeka State Journal

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

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

            Frank B, Noyes, Washington Evening Star.

            Gough J. Palmer, Houston Post.

            Bowdre Phinizy, Augusta Herald.

            Don C. Seitz, New York World.

            Rudolph C. Siegiing, Charleston News and Courier.

            H.D. Siater, El Paso Herald.

            W.P. Sullivan, Charlotte Observer.

            Chas H. Taylor, Jr., Boston Globe.

            James M. Thomason, New Orleans Item.

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

            Distributed free to the soldiers in the National cantonment.



            Military operations have taken on a new meaning. We read no longer of the Ypres salient as the theatre of a bloody conflict or of Verdun as the stage of a world-renowned drama. Vimy ridge has become more than a name. The Aisne is more than a fabled stream. For we are soon to appear on one or another of these fields of action and we find them now a veritable part of ourselves. But as we view the operations on the western front in the imminence of our great endeavor and in the sympathy of our friendship for America’s allies, two facts of the utmost importance to each of us stand out in bold relief.

            The first of these is the remarkable success with which our associates in arms are meeting in every great engagement with the enemy. Little by little, with unremitting patience, the French and the British are wresting from the Germans the key-positions from the North Sea to the mountains. Monchy-le-Preux, Vimy Ridge, the Chemin des Dames, the Messines ridge, the Zonnebeke ridge—one after another of these have fallen into the hands of the allies. With scarcely an exception, the British and French are now fighting down-grade, as far southward as the foothills of the Vosges whereas, in the past, they have been forced to move upgrade against positions selected by the Germans at leisure and fortified at pleasure.

            Again, the British and the French have greatly improved their tactics during recent months while the Germans have either remained stationary or else have been losing in morale. In September, 1915, the French fought the famous battle of the Champaigne. This was undertaken after the most careful investigation on the part of Marshal Joffre and was entrusted to some of his ablest generals, including Petain and Foch. The victory was unmistakable, but the losses were heavy, and, if current reports are to be believed, the offensive had to stop because of a shortage of munitions. In the same wat, the British offensives at Neuve Chappelle and Loos and the French operations against the Labyrinth north of Arras cost the lives of tens of thousands. In contrast, we now read of attacks in which our associates in arms penetrate the German front for as much as two miles. The odds are turning. The heroic defenders of liberty are becoming masters in the art of war.

            These facts do not of themselves forecast a speedy conclusion of the war. That is contingent upon many things and cannot be coldly calculated from the results of a single battle or a single campaign. But the present position of the allies and the notable improvement in their tactics indicate beyond all question that when America is able to out her great armies in France, sh can exert her strength when and where it will mean most.



            The opening shot by America has been fired our boys are shooting. Those boys from farm and city, from prairie and seashore, from the mountains of the West and the valleys of East, are aiming their Springfields and training their cannon at the Hosts of Hideousness and the echo of those shots will not die till freedom is born again.

            And this is no new adventure for American blood. Once before the grandsires of the lads now in the trenches stood at Lexington and fired a shot heard around the world.

            That show was fired from a flintlock. It was aimed by untrained farmers who confronted war-hardened regulars. It seemed at best a valiant but hopeless effort, and yet that little flash of powder loosed an explosion that sealed the doom of kings.

            National changes come slowly. But within a decade and a half after that shot they head of Louis XVI fell in a basket and France, with all the love of freedom and its worship of equality, was definitely in the ranks of Democracy.

            Today only the despotism of Prussianism remains in Europe to menace those world-wide aspirations for which the farmers fought at Lexington. And Prussianism, too, has heard the shot fired by the American boys in the French trenches. In the dull ears of despotism the sharp, clear crack of that rifle has sounded, and even Prussianism knows that its doom is sealed.

            While America stood aloof the success of the policy of calculated cruelty and foreordained frightfulness was possible. President Wilson made his public denunciation of Germany’s policies, practices and purposes on April 2. From that day the final outcome has never been in doubt.

            Russia may have caved in. Italy may be overwhelmingly and tragically defeated. The ride may run with seeming resistlessness for the Kingdom of Cruelty, but America has yet to be reckoned with.

            To the stern strength of France, who cried, “They shall not pass,” to the unyielding heroism of England, whose army was practically annihilated on the retreat from Mons and yet who never faltered or cried aloud, to the bright your of Canada, Australia and New Zealand, to the brave and indomitable Italians, America has brought her riches, her knowledge, her inventive genius and, above all, the spirits and bodies of her sons.

            That accession will change the scales and that assistance will win the day.

            It may not be soon. It may mean winter and summer in the tranches and in the field. It may bring suffering and death to the soldiers and to their families, but that shot fired from the trenches by the boys will bring no less glory to the warriors, safety to their families and freedom to the world. Yes, to all the world, even to Germany, when she shall have been delivered from the nightmare of Prussianism.




                        That the German submarine policy has failed is the best proved by official statistics as to the number of men and quantity of munitions and supplies safely transported across the Atlantic since the U-boats became active.

            In the last three years 13,000,000 men have crossed and recrossed the Atlantic. Only 3,500 of these men were lost. More than 25,000,000 tons of explosives, 51,000,000 tons of coal and upward of 100,000,000 tons of machinery, rifles, and other supplies also were transported without any loss whatsoever.


WAR OF 1917

            “The War of 1917” is the term by which the United States government will officially refer to the present conflict. The Signal Corps in each division has been instructed to compile a comprehensive pictorial history of “The War of 1917” for preservation in the archives in the War Department.



Text Box: CANTONMENT TYPES The Boob Who Thinks He’s Better             At a banquet recently, Secretary of War Baker said: “One of the fatal defects of the Hohenzollern imagination is that fatuous belief that being frightful and making faces and killing women and children will scare brave men.”

            The guy with the mole vision might claim that an O.D. outfit makes every man the same sort of man. He would back up his near-sighted claim by declaring that “clothes make the man.” But this Myopic Moke has never really lived in and of an Army cantonment. If he had enjoyed such a privilege, even his restricted gaze might have told him that there are types of khaki just as truly as there are in the ankle length pants and the colored necktie.

            One of those types is the Book Who Thinks He’s Better. You’ve got him in mind. And when you think of him, your first swings outward involuntarily. You reach unconsciously for a missile to hurt. If there is none, you may unbottle some of the language that the Y.M.C.A. huts have signs against, if you’re that kind of a fellow. These hidden resources of language failing you, perhaps you lapse into deep disgust which is really more effective than indigo expletives. For the Boob Who Thinks He’s Better lurks in every camp.

            He is not there because he wants to be. That fact he frankly proclaims. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to do his share in the war, if allowed to choose and pick. He might. Bu it would be soft-handed, white-collard, cologne-scented bit. HE really wouldn’t associate with the “common herd,” the canaille, the hoi pool, if he chose his path. For he is a Better Sort of Breed!

            He is unused to contact with the bristly neck. He finds the jostle of crude elbows so annoying! And one is even forced to wash one’s dishes with those fellows (the “o” is ling as in “roast”). And disrobing in plain sight of a rude fellow who had driven trucks, and to have remarks made fixer of plumbing! Very distasterful to the Book Who Thinks He’s Better!

            He isn’t at all chary with information about how he’s never been thrown with rough, unhewn men. They are from a different order. He only tolerates the common herd. This army misfit has a rough road ahead, not because of the road but because of himself. He is as out of touch with the democratic spirit as if he’d lived in the time of Louis Fourteenth. His nose has been inherited from a family in which the proboscis has always been on a forty-five degree angle, though, so perhaps the Boob Who Thinks He’s Better can’t be blamed.

            And certainly a term as a member perforce of the great brotherhood in American leggings and service Stetsons will bring the Book to his sense, and make realize that, after all, he isn’t Better, but only a Boob.



Out of the agony and sweat,

            Out of the morial sacrifice,

Out of the high heart that could yet

            Twine garlands as it gives and dies,


In the dire vigils of the west,

            By the hard tears and blood their scroll

Dark in the sackcloth and beaten breast,

            Men say, “France, you have borne a soul!”


The Lord He pitieth all scaled eyes

            Come, pity you now the gaped struck view!

Pity you, pity the sheep surprise!

            Always, Lily of France—you knew


You were a dancer at a ball,

            Larking in a painted hose and basque,

You were a belle at a carnival,

            Tickling fools with a wig and mask.


Pierrette, coquette shaped and trig

            Dance! We follow!—But hark—a work!

Now comes leaping through mask and wig!

            Who shines and towers there with a word?


Pierrette? Pallas? Nay, hear the clear call

            Ringing round on the dumbfounded dance;

“Enough, enough of the mime and ball!

            Mummers, have done! “Tis I! ‘Tis France!


“Look at me, mind me, now in mine eyes!

            When was I a laggard for paint, for play?

By bugles, blow me! My children rise!

            My day of glory has downed today!”


France, by your agony and sweat,

            By your immortal sacrifice,

By your own knightliness that yet

            Plucks purples as it pours and dies;


In the white honor that now flings all

            For honor white, nor recks the chance—

You have but let the veiled years fall,

            And turned the selfsame face of France.




            Strict orders have been issued by the War Department that all men transferred from the National Army to the National Guard must be equipped with a complete uniform and two or more blankets before leaving their cantonments. When the attention of the department was called to the fact that many men had been sent away without proper clothing and blankets, it was announced that this was in violation of specific instructions, and all division commanders have been ordered to see that the practice is discontinued.



            America’s first shot in the war having been fired by “a red-headed sergeant,” the Red Head Club of Spokane, Washington, has elected to honorary membership all the sorrel top non coms with the American expeditionary force in France.


German Militarist Says U.S. May Not Send Army Abroad

            Not withstanding the actual participation of American soldiers in fighting on the western front, the German newspapers still insist Uncle Sam has no men in Europe. The German people are led to believe that French and British soldiers have been dressed in khaki to look like American soldiers.

            A fair specimen of the kind of staff the German people are being “fed up” on is seen in the following from Major Hoffe, of the German General Staff:

            “Any extensive transport of American troops would cause serious difficulties in supplies to England and France. It must be remembered that the U-boats are sinking more and more ships daily.

            “Finally, the fighting value of the American troops is not great, probably about equal to that of the Rumanians, and there certainly will be fewer of them than of Rumanians. 

            “In fact, it is doubtful whether the Americans will risk the venture of sending an army to Europe at all.

            “The only American help to be seriously reckoned with is in the air. Flyers can be quickly trained and easily transported, but the German command has taken all necessary measures to meet this danger.

            “The new enemy directs his efforts less against the German army than against the nerves of the German people and against the internal unity of Germany.”



            That the United States is not overlooking any angle of the war is shown by the fact that plans have already been made o properly feed American soldiers taken prisoner by Germany. Thousands of prisoners taken by Germany have suffered and died from lack of nourishment, and the United States government does not propose to let American suffer for food. The War and Navy Departments have completed arrangements with the Red Cross for each American prisoner in Germany to receive two ten-pound packages of food every two weeks.

            The food is to be forwarded from the Red Cross warehouse at Berne, Switzerland, where it will be held for the shipment to the prisoners in Germany.



            After considerable debate as to whether General Pershing was entitled to wear three stars and a wreath or four stars as the insignia of his new rank, official announcement has been made by the War Department that four stars designates a general. It is not probable that General Pershing will be further elevated to the rank of field marashal.


PG. 5


Al Hears How Friend Jim Has A Change of Heart


            Dear friend al: you know that when I and you got out draft cards and your card al had a big no onto it but mine was a small no. I was pretty soar for a wile at you because yours being a big no, ment you dident stand no show of being drafftit but mine al being a small no, was an indicashum that I woud be drafftit and you woud be left wear you have ben drawing 38 dolars a week ad lunch mony

            Well I aint soar no oar believ me and I ait got no moar ust for a guy that’s soar at being drafftit unteerying but now al if I had it to do over I wood of volunteerd at once immediately without there being no drafting about it. This is a grate place to get it being a poor idea to get soar when your drafftit. Of Coarse you got Moll and the babies to think about al so this isent personell to you al but only a gen. Remark because you wood be eggs emptied anyhow al because of moll and the kids.

            But what I was writeing to let you know was how diffrent idears like as this 1 comes to a fella when he sets down after 1 of these hear leckchures what the cap ten hands out to you wen they get you into the big shed with tabuls witch is called the mest room becaus it is wear we eat the mest which is called dinner and super in the city. You can tell hes a cap ten after being around for a wile al becaus he has 2 little sterling silver slugs  his shoulders only mebbe their not sterling silver but lead as the sargint says only the sargint is a great bull artist al and be sides has to do whatever the cap ten says altho we pryvats must do what the sargint says when lots of times al he says it that way witch you cant tell weather he is saying it or only cussing.

            Well at the 1st time that cap ten got up on a bench to talk to us I was soar about being drafftit as I was saying to you but when he got down again offen the bentc I wasent quite so soat but was fealing as if these Dutchmen has got something coming to themselves from us americans.

            This cap ten al put it upto us pryvats that had only a few hrs befoar ben in offisus and shops that we were owing a det to the world witch we had got to pay up because we had ben having a pretty soft time of it but the rest f the world hadent been having anything but tuff going for a no. of years and that the wimmen was crying and all that sort of stuff and you know al I couldent never seen no womum crying al without doing something about it. He dident pull no sob line al it was strait dope but believe me al it maid me feal rotten about being soar at getting drafftit wen I might of beu helping out of my own free will and ackoard.

            Well wen we went out of that mest hall their was a boob nezt to me said something about the cap ten being pade to say that and I called his bluft and said you big stiff that cap ten has got no axe to grind don’t you know hes pres. Of a bank wen hes not in the army. I happint to know about this cao ten because I of saw him offen getting out of a limozien on wall st. and that boob shut up rite away meebe because ime not so small as I mite be.

            So I of got a little moar pep about this now al ad believe me I want to see it through as that English fella said who roat a book about mister gritling seas it through or something like that. Witch is just the way I feel about it al now ime in it believe me all ime in it to see it clean through without no stopovers for lunch or nothen. Well al I must cloas but I will tell you moar next time of how I of got to feel that it isent strait stuff to feal soar about being drafftit.


“Shell Shock” Nothing but a State of Mind, Says Noted Authority

            Shell shock and how to prevent it, subjects of interest to each and every American soldier now in training for services in France, are interestingly discussed by Dr. Morton Prince in a recent issure of the Journal of the American Medical Association

            Dr. Prince writes as an authority. He is one of the world’s foremost medical psychologists. He has visited military hospitals for the express purpose of studying shell shock. What he has to say deserves careful consideration.

            Particularly significant is his statement that he popular view as to the cause of shell shock is entirely wrong.

            Most people—including most soldiers—believe that when a high explosive shell bursts near a man the mere concussion of the air is enough to cause a physical injury of the brain. To this physical injury are attributed to dumbness, loss of memory, paralysis, etc., that are principal symptoms of shell shock.

             But Dr. Prince unhesitatingly denies that air concussion by high explosives can cause the brain to be organically injured. Specifically, he states:

            “It is now consensus of opinion that true shell shock differs in no wat from the ordinary traumatic neurosis as observed after railway and other accidents, earthquakes, etc.

. . . Being a traumatic neurosis, it is accordingly nothing but traumatic hysteria.”

            That is to say that shell shock may be more properly described as “shell fear.”

            It is because soldiers believe that air concussion can cause paralysis, dumbness, or loss of memory that these effects actually are produced. The paralysis, dumbness, and loss of memory are at bottom examples of the dire physical consequences that may flow from a wrong attitude of mind, a false and unhealthy belief.

            If the soldiers could rid their minds of this belief, shell shock would no longer be the serious medical problems that is it today.

            Accordingly, Dr. Prince suggests that all soldiers, officers, and men, be given by military surgeons instructions for the prevention of shell shock. It should be explained to the soldiers, he says,

            “That shell shock is a form of hysteria, that it is due to fear and not to physical trauma, there is little danger, and nothing may be feared.”

            He adds:

            “In this wat it is to be expected that an anticipatory attitude of mind of healthy preparedness (instead of fear and mystery) would be formed; and also that fear when a shell exploded in the neighborhood without maiming the soldier, would be so minimized as not to produce the psychoneurosis.”

            Every soldier ought to know—the importance of the mental attitude in shell shock, the importance of developing a firm conviction that unless an exploding shell cases actual wounding it is without power to steal away the soldier’s memory, deaden his speech, or turn him into a helpless paralytic.

            Education, not speculation, is needed.



CARTOON by Chapin





Sam Brown Belt Banned to Save Leather Supply

            The reasons assigned by the War Department for refusing to O.K. the use of the Sam Brown belt by officers in the American army are: first that it is not a part of the regulation uniform and never has been and second that the leather thus used could be employed to better advantage in other directions.

            While there is no doubt that the heavy leather belt, held in place bu the smaller strap over the shoulder adds sna- and finish to an officer’s appearance, it was never worn in the American army until the British and French officers began to flock to the United States on war missions, and its use after that smacks too much of aping to suit the War Department.

            The ruling of the department placing the Sam Brown belt under the ban proved costly to a great number of officers who assumed it was correct to wear this “harness” and purchased it at a figure which meant no loss to the dealers.


All Soldiers Will Be Taught How to Swim

            Although travel on an American troopship through the submarines zone is as safe as it is possible to make it and ample life preserves are carried on every transport, American soldiers to be sent “Over There” are to be taught how to swim. Every man ought to know how to swim. Every man ought to know how to swim, whether he is a soldier or civilian, but with submarines operating in the Atlantic it is all the more imperative that the men in khaki be as much at home in the water as on land.


PG. 6


News and Command on Doings of Ever-Active 77th Division Members.


Pat “P” Pointers

Y.M.C.A. Hut.

Cor. 5th Avenue & 8th Street


Representative of Trench and Camp


                        Sing Their Heads Off.

            The other day Blanche Merrill, the playwright, dropped in to see us and recited her newest poem, “American Thine,” for the boys. Beck and Shultz have some new songs that pleased the crowd the other night. Kennedy, from the 306th Machine Gun Company, has turned up and talked to the piano and Max Weinstein, choral director, came around and made the boys sing their heads off at this direction. Charles Allen Abrahams is general utility man on the platform lately and can jump in and box a man twice his weight just to keep the ball rolling. He has gone and done it, leaving behind his bachelor days, and his wife came around to us Sunday to inquire if Allen was behaving himself out here. Come again Mrs. Abrahams—we will look for you in out movie films.

                        Lots of New Music.

            Chase and Miller are a big help in a rush behind the counter. Thanks, fellows! And say, you piano players, we have a good supply of the latest musical hits just off the press. If you want to play any time during the day or evening, ask at the counter and we will be glad to let you use it.

                        To Put on Minstrel Show

            Dave Jones has promised to write us a Camp Upton ministrel, fellows! All the men in the 308th Regiment who have, or think they have, ministrel talent, sign up quickly and see what we can pull off. If it goes strong we will book it up for every “Y.M.” building in the camp.

                        Attention! 307th Infantry.

            And you boys of the 307th Infantry, we are going to put on a cracking good play from your talent under the same conditions. Can you beat the 308th bunch? Come o in and show them!

            Sounds Interesting—Sh!

            But the Machine Gun Company over here will bear both, we judge, if what they say comes true. A musical comedy with MALE ladies and all, boys. Chorus girls, orchestra, and everything. Sounds good, boy! Come on, you suicide squad, sign up right away; we have lots of places to be filled yet.

            Upton Norwegians Gather.

            The Y.M.C.A. Building, Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street, was the meeting place of the Norwegians men of Camp Upton on Wednesday night. They filled the main room of the building and greatly enjoyed the programme arranged for the occasion. Private S.J. Arnesen was in charge of he meeting, obtaining the assistance of A.H. Rygg of the Norwegian News Company of New York and Prof. Lawrence Munson, Director of the Munson Institute of Music.

            An exceptionally fine musical programme was given by Miss Helen DeWitt Jacobs, violin soloist with John Phillip Sousa’s Band: Miss Theresa Smith, soprano, and Prof. Munson at the piano, Pastor Lauritz Larsen of the Norwegian Zion Church gave the address. Mr. Larsen has been called to the National Army cantonment at Camp Dodge, Iowa, as a field secretary of the Lutheran Church. The success of the occasion has led to the desire on the part of the men for another meeting, and Private Arnesen hopes with the help of those interested to repeat the Norwegian night.

                        307th Ambulance Reports.

            A member of the outfit reports to Trench and Camp:

            “ The 307th Ambulance Company is not to be forgotten when it comes to Trench and Camp write-ups. To begin with, this company was elected for guard duty Sunday and Mr. Provost had the lich to escort two pretty girls who said they were lost. When it comes to the gallant knight stuff Mr. Provost is there.

            “Late in the evening Mr. Gilligan held at bay, single handed, about seventy-five men, including Captains, Lieutenants and privates, and kept the company awake shouting ‘Corporal of the Guard!” Mr. Levine, another honored member, gives his commands as ‘Halt, please; Oh, please halt.’ It’s rought stuff, all right.”


            A Certain Corporal is now convinced that luck, like firecrackers and grapes, comes in bunches. He got a leave unexpectedly to go home Sunday morning, and as he was boarding the train at Upton Terminal, his best girl walked into his arms.


You’ll Be Glad To!

            You have probably already done it.

            One rookie who, incidentally, never knew until he joined the army what the Y.M.C.A. was, said he never wrote a letter home that wasn’t filled with accounts of what the Hut—his hut—was doing, and telling the folks how it helped fill the need of the things which home had always provided.

            You may have been that man. You probably have written more than he did—and better. You probably could improve on what you’ve said, though? At least, you’re going to try it. Won’t you—before taps to to-night? Write a letter to your parents, sister, brother, friend, Her-any, all or more—and give them a line on what the Y.M.C.A. in Camp Upton means to you.

            And send them this copy of Trench and Camp. If you haven’t time yourself to wrap and mail it, give it to a Y.M.C.A. secretary, with the address, and he will do it for you. Wrote the letter by all means. If you can’t possibly write the letter, or letters, which is better (paper at the desk), send Trench and Camp. Or do both, and the bread which you thus cast on the waters, even though you’re not in the navy, will come back to you buttered on both sides—thick with jam.


                        SEEN AT CAMP UPTON

            A diminutive Italian recruit civilian garb walking in Fourth Avenue inspecting the sixe ten trench shoes that had just been given to him.

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            A dignified Van Dyke bearded major seated in his “tin Lizzie” putling with satisfaction on an old corncob pipe.

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            A shaggy-haired puppy training with persistence a company of soldiers and refusing to heed the commands of an annoyed Lieutenant.

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            A giant recruit saluting with full and solemn ceremony a chubby lieutenant whose head hardly reaches the height of the recruit’s belt,

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            Sergt. Shinn had a new rookie out the other morning whose neither garments looked rather the worse for wear.

            “Are those the only pants you’ve got?” the sergeant asking him. “You’ll find them rather cold unless you mend ‘em!”

            “Yessir! Desa ma summer pants,” the rookie told him. “Summer here; summer gone!”



Boys in 305th Infantry Will Try to Make It Best Y.M.C.A. “On the Lot.”

By A.O. Mainmberg

            The Young Men’s Christian Association, known as the Army Y.M.C.A, Hut No. 37, is located on First Street and Fifth Avenue. We had our official opening recently, when Company I of the 305th Infantry put on a splendid entertainment. Both the Colonel and the Lieutenant were present and spoke. Since our opening night we have only once or twice let evenings go by without an interesting programme of sort or other on the platform.

                        List of Secretaries.

            The following men are the Secretaries: A.O. Maimberg, Building Secretary; T.B. Young, Religious Work; H. P. MacDonald, Social; William Wefer. Physical; William Hessenberger, Business.

            The work of our association will reach primarily, because of our location, the men of the 305th Infantry.

            Although not open long, Hut No. 37 has been privileged to be of some service to the men of the regiment. Each secretary has his more or less definite programme, which he is trying to prosecute with the one object in view of being of assistance to the men in a way that will enable them to be better soldiers and men, fill up their spare time in a wholesome wat and help them keep away the blues and keep in touch with the folks back at home.

            Major Dall has been appointed to represent the Colonel in all educational matters for the regiment. Lieut. Schuyler of Company 1 is in charge of entertainment, his title being Amusement Officer. Lieut. Griffin is the physical activity organizer of the regiment.

            The boys of the 305th Infantry are trying their best to make their regiment the fore most in Camp Upton. On two occasions they expressed their determination to make and keep their Y.M.C.A. the best in Camp Upton. In about three weeks they feel that they will be ready to try conclusions with the men of any regiment in the camp along athletic or entertainment lines, or any other lines, in fact.



Feminine Touch Adds Charm to Opening of the New Y.M.C.A. Hut

Red Cross Women Graciously Assist Distribution Ever Welcome “Eats.”


            High-browed Engineers and iodinic Medical Men are still talking about the brilliant and colorful opening of the New Y.M.C.A. building in the C section at 2d Avenue and 7th Street, which set a high water mark for entertainment at Camp Upton. The staff in charge of the building was formerly on the job at the hut at 2d Avenue and 11th Street, now used by the colored regiment. The members of the staff and every one else who played a part in arranging the opening exercises have been deluged with congratulations and compliments.

            The setting for the party was most impressively picturesque, great sheaves of variegated autumn leaves being tastefully arranged on the walls and uprights of the building, the good old Stars and Stripes and the flags of our Allies being everywhere in evidence, and a crackling blaze in the fireplace.

            But best of all, oh best of all, was the welcome presence of the group of charming Red Cross women workers from Bellport. They were the center of attraction because of their beauty and graciousness. They were especially popular when they passed around the refreshments, which consisted in the aggregate of five barrels of apples, hundreds of doughnuts, , sandwiches galore, slews of cake and quarts of cocoa. The refreshments were provided through the generosity of Mrs. J.L.B. Mott of Bellport and the party of ladies she mobilized for this most appreciated branch of “army work,”

            Mrs. Mott and her associates have the pleasure and comfort of the boys at Upton very much at heart, a fact which is attested by their weekly visits to camp for more than a month to dispense large quantities of tea, coffee, sandwiches, cake, etc., to the boys.

            A gala programme of stage events featured the evening. The show would have done credit to a Broadway playhouse. Singers and dancers in great number participated, while comedy ran rampant on monologues. The particular star in the comedy line was Joe Mozel of the 306th Infantry, who imitated Charlie Chaplin so accurately that many thought they famous screen comedian was actually appearing before them. Then there was Thompson, who contributed “Me and My Gal” amid such a maze of eccentric moves and expressions that he was compelled to respond to numerous encores before the crowd would let him go.

                        An Instructive Letter.

            We all admit that we have a peculiar interest in the feminine members of our species. Even pictures of the ladies are welcomed. A few nights ago Dr. McLennan, Educational Director for the Y.M.C.A. buildings of the entire camp, gave a most interesting lecture on “Women in the War.” We have to admit that we never knew how truly the women are standing right alongside of the brave Frenchmen in this Big Fight. In the transportation service of Europe, in the mills and factories, in the coal mines and at the front in Flanders, where women are doing stretcher-bearer work in the frontline trenches, there they are, and a noble work they are doing.

                        Signal Corps Livens Things.

            There is sure some peppy bunch in that Signal Corps! The other night they ambled over, fifty strong, armed with fiddles, ukuleles and plain vocal cords, and put on an hour’s worth of syncopated delight. They got the gang, all right, and we all hope they amble again. They were assisted in the evening’s work by Chris Klittgard of the Military Police, and Heitlinger, a Q.M.C. boy, in songs and recitations.

                        Real Doings in Social Room.

            There have been some real doings in our social room. Pretty nice place to gather, around the fire log, and just talk along kind of chummy to your pal. Two of the country’s unique characters, renowned in evangelistic and mission work in all circles of life, came here and sat down informally with the boys and told their life-stories. Ted Mercer, who was once a famous college athlete, and whose talks and lectures have lost none of the “ouch” that used to take him between the goalposts; and Tom Farmer, famous mission worker in the slums of New York, thrilled us with their stories.

                        Private Riley Valuable.

            Private L.D. Riley is making himself popular and useful to the crowds that throng the Y Hut every night by acting as announcer of some of the programme numbers, and in fact as general utility man. If the boys are slow to respond in putting numbers on he is always the man to jump in and hold the boards for a few minutes with a song or line of “nut” talk, or a dance or acrobatic feat. Riley hails from the 306th Field hospital.



Y.M.C.A., Cor. 5th Ave. and 4th Street

Secretary PEECOOK

Representative of Trench and Camp

            Members of the commissioned personnel are enjoying the Officers’ Room in the building at 42rd Street and Fifth Avenue, which was thrown open to them under auspicious circumstances.

            Arthur B. Hunt, the building secretary, welcomed the officers to the new Y.M.C.A. and bade them make themselves perfectly at home. Col. Vidmer of the 306th Infantry responded in neat and graceful terms, expressing the appreciation of his staff for all that the Red Triangle has done for the soldiers at Upton.

            Nieff Rosanoff, cellist; David Hockstein, violist; Walter Hackerman, all of the 306th Infantry, and Frank Bibb, pianist, of the 305th Field Artillery, entertained with solos, which were masterfully rendered and warmly received. The evening’s festivities were closed with a medley of patriotic airs by the 306th Infantry band.

            Refreshments were served in the social room by the charming hostesses, Mrs. Davidson and Mrs. Major.



            Chicken, music and good fellowship were only a few of the ingredients in a farewell party accorded the boys who recently left for Georgia from the 3d Company, 152d Depot Brigade. Major Payson, Major Nolan, Capt. Coleman and other officers were the honor guests.

            Sergt. Joe Shanley of Shanley’s of New York fame, who has been adding to the family laurels by conducting cabarets and tea dances of Broadway savor in the barracks. No. 207 13th Street, was a moving spirit in the party, which will long be remembered. Even when the trenches yawn near at hand.

            Decorations of the variety that smack of New Year’s Eve in the white light zone elicited exclamations of admiration from the company present. The chicken supper was complete in detail.

            Among the entertainment features were Jazz Band numbers by Lieut. Friedlander and his “merry men” of the 306th F.A.; comedy and songs by Privates McManus and McDermott of the same outfit; piano numbers by Sergt. Saltman of the 10th Company, 152d Depot Brigade; songs by Sergt. Cregan of the 6th Company, and ragtime numbers knocked out by the hands of Private Derkins of the 16th Company.

            A feature was the chanting of a song, “Goodbye, Boys; We’re Going to Georgie To-Morrow,” by the departing 3d Company.


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