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”



          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 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.



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.

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