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Vol. 1 GREENVILLE, S.C., MARCH 31, 1918. No. 25

FRANCE HONORING THE VALOR OF AMERICAN SOLDIERS [photo] [caption] FIRST PHOTOGRAPH OF AMERICAN HEROES BEING DECORATED BY FRENCH OFFICERS. Photo [copyright] by Underwood & Underwood [caption] This is the first photograph to be published in America of American heroes being decorated by the French. The picture shows General Debeney, the commander of a French army corps, pinning a medal on one of the Americans. Detachments of American troops can be seen in the background Premier Clemenceau, of France, attended the decoration ceremonies and can be seen standing to the left. He is the second figure and is in a mufti. The color guard is standing to the right.

THOUSANDS THRILL WHEN OLD HICKORY DIVISION MARCHES

Eighteen Thousand Stalwart Soldiers in Great Liberty Loan Parade

BANDS PLAYED DIXIE AND CROWDS YELLED

Talk of all military parades staged in Greenville previous to yesterday is now hushed. The imposing spectacle last fall, when 9000 men from cAmp Sevier, marched through the streets of the city, and the parade of soldiers during the Spanish-American war paled into insignificance when compared to the awe-inspiring sight of yesterday.

Eighteen thousand stalwart sons of Dixie, molded into perfect physical condition by months of training in the art of modern warfare, and led by Brig. Ge. L.D. Tyson formed their lines on Washington street at 2:15 o'clock yesterday afternoon, swung with measured tread into Main street and marched northward, passing in review before Brig. Gen. S.L. Faison, acting rommander of the Thirtieth division, who, with members of his staff, and a large number of prominent Greenville citizens, occupied a stand at the entrance to Park school on North Main street.

Standing beside General Faison were Mayor H.c. Harvley of Greenville, Capt. Leslie Vickers of the British army, one of the Liberty Loan speakers, Major J.R. Rousseau of the French army; Capt. A.J. Pack of the British army, the two last named being commanders of the British and French military missions to Camp Se- the Greenville Liberty Loan committee , and Capt. Ellison A. Smyth, of that committee. Among the prominent men in the stand were former Governor M.F. Ansel and former United States Senator John L. McLaurin.

After the shrewd eye of their commanding general had noted the smallest detail of each column as it passed, the men mounted the steep hill a little further to the north, turned into Park avenue and marched back to camp.

When the bright six-year-old boy who, when about half the uniformed thousands passed, was heard to exclaim, "Gee, there must be a million of 'em," gets to be an old man, he will be telling generations yet unborn of the great sight he saw when the boys went marching by on Thursday, March 28, 1918. Everybody thought it was great, from the youngest school child to the gallant general who is in command at Camp Sevier. The latter much have felt pride as he saw his men, for people wholly inexperienced in military affairs did not fail to notice the great improvement of the troops since the parade last fall.

The entire line was over four miles long and took about fifty minutes to pass the reviewing stand.

The troops marched in full uni- uniform, all line organizations carrying rifles and all wearing belts and canteens. The four infantry regiments, the entire sanitary train, composed of four field hospitals and four ambulance companies, together with their ambulances, carts and trucks, the 105th engineers and the 115th field artillery took part. The last two organizations marched as infantry.

A drenching rain began to pour as the last four infantry regiments, the 105th Engineers and the 115th Field Artillery topped the hill and began their long hike to camp. Neither the enlisted men, their officers or General Faison and his staff seemed to heed the downpour, and the parade proceeded as if the sun were shining brightly.

COMPANIES M. AND H WINNERS

Friday, March 22nd, 1918, was a great day for the 188th Infantry for on this day they were victors at the Division Bayonet Contest. Besides being a great day for the 118th Infantry, it was a greater day for M and H companies of the 118th Infantry, for these were the two companies who carried off the laurels of the day, Co. M winning first place in the contest, and Co. H winning second place in the obstacle course.

The companies participating in this contets were selected through an elimination process. First the best platoon in the company was selected; the platoons of each battalion then contested for the best platoon in the battaliion, and the victor of each separate battalion then contested for the best battalion in the regiment. The best platoon in the regiment was then chosen to take part in the Division contest. In this way it can easily be seen that the platoon chosen to represent the regiment had to be a mighty good platoon, M company winning first place in the regiment and H company taking second place.

The bayonet training has been a marked success and a great amount of rivalry and enthusiasm has been manifested throughout the entire division. Under the careful supervision and instruction of Lieuts. McLeod, Malloy, Wiggs, and Sanders, aided by their capable sergeant instructors, the 118th Infantry has made rapid progress in this new work. Each company is trying to be the very best in the regiment which is shown by the bayonet linego, "in, out, on guard, too slow, rest," which (Continued on Page 3.)

[/boxed] EXPLANATION The Editor of Trench and Camp received twice as many articles that could be run in this issue of Trench and Camp. So if your article or poem does not appear don't be disappointed, for it will be published next week. The editor can not put in any more than there is space for.

THE RED CROSS WILL STAND BY THE SOLDIERS

Home Service for the Soldiers.

No Matter What Your Troubles Are -- They Stand Ready To Assist -- If You Are Troubled Read This Article.

The American Red Cross has decided to inaugurate a new service for the soldiers and sailors. It has seemed wise to put a man in every camp, whose sole business will be to look out for the needs of the families of our fighting men. Recently J. B. Branch was sent to Camp Sevier to care for this work. It is his duty to find out about theneeds of the men's families and to relieve them.If a man thinks that his wife or mother or family generally are in tightened circumstances, all he will have to do is to report the matter to Mr. Branch and it will immediately be taken up and whatever help is needed will be given. This need may run all the way from advice given to a sister or wife up to paying the rent on the house, out of which some real estate company has threatened to eject the family; or it may run all the way from locating a fine persian rug (as was actually done for one soldier) up to putting shoes on the feet of the wife and children of another soldier (as was also the case.) The Red Cross says to the men of the Army: "You are fighting the Nation's fight: we re going to stand by your home, and take your place as well as we can. This is not charity. We are doing for you what you cannot do for yourself. You are doing for us: we are doing for you. What are your needs back home?" If the officers of Camp Sevier have any cases at all in their commands that are giving worry to their men, they shouldrefer them to Mr. Branch, who will gladly and promptly give them his attention. If the men themselves have troubles back home, let them go to him and talk them over, and he will do all he can, and place at their disposal the large resources of the American Red Cross. Mr. Branch's office is at American Red Cross Headquarters, opposite Division Headquarters, Camp Sevier.

TRENCH AND CAMP

[A long, narrow series of illustrations runs the length of the left side of the page. At the top is perhaps an explosion in the sky, with a man holding a flag above his head and one below, in semifore style. Below that is what looks like an explosion above a dead tree. A soldier is carrying a rifle among other soldiers. Below that, a soldier is standing facing forward, holding a rifle.]

"THE BARRACKS WHEEZE"

By PRIVATE CHET SHAFER (Aviation Corps, Somewhere in Texas)

Rumor Has It That Inspection Is a weekly Ordeal Which Ranks Favorably For enjoyment With The discovery Of a Long, blonde Hair In a bowl Of soup At the Corner Restaurant.

THIRTY DAYS ON FATIGUE INVARIABLY SPRAINS THE TECHNIQUE.

Captain Kidd, when he buried his treasure, had nothing on the boys who prepare for inspection.

IT'S WELL THEY DO NOT INSPECT THE COIN OF THE REALM. ONCE A MONTH WOULD BE PLENTY, IF THEY DID.

MILITARY ESSAYS The Coal Pile

The coal pile is a revelation to every soldier. It opens up a panorama of army life that was never even suspected before enlistment. It points out the avenues to a complete understanding of conditions and makes a rookie wiser than a coot on the home town mill pond.

Outfitted with a shovel, the soldier goes at this duty over the side of the car that contains the coal. He heaves the coal and constructs a large pile. As he does so his mind harks back to the day that he enlisted. He remembers that he nearly sprained his shoulder getting his hand up as he swore allegiance and fealty. He brings back the day of his departure. Pennons were flying. Throngs lined the streets. There was cheering. His blood tingled. His step was high enough for string halt. And the band played "The Victors."

Then, as he is rudely awakened by the corporal in charge of the squad, he wonders if a special appeal to the Kaiser, routed by way of Puyallup, Washington, and Artichoke, Finland, containing an offer of free electric massage treatments for withered arms given by the proprietors at Sing Sing, wouldn't have a powerful effect in bringing a snappy peace.

"In Column of Platoons."

"And--

MAKE IT CRACKLE."

SOMETIMES ONE IS PRONE TO WONDER IF THE GOVERNMENT ISSUED A CALL FOR MEN OR CURIOS.

Either way--it's a prize collection.

BUM BARRACKS BULLETINS. 1--Ferns and other plants should be watered daily. 2--The use of seines in the soup is prohibited. 3--Lace curtains must be washed weekly. 4--When chicken is served don't think you are a hawk. 5--If convenient, all soldiers should remain in camp during quarantine.

SUNDAY INSPECTION HAS TAKEN ALL THE GILT OFF THAT OLD FAMILIAR ONE, "FOR EVERY DAY WILL BE SUNDAY BYE AND RYE."

SO--

Q. I am a soldier of two months' standing. I don't know as much about army life as Mr. Moss, but I am very good on halting commands. I am anxious to know what course to pursue to become a general. Just now I am a private.

A. You have a long run ahead of you. Chases such as you suggest cannot be done without a second wind. I would advise that you purchase some good current literature and pray for peace. I think that will be your best dish.

THE TRENCH MIRROR REFLECTS A LOT OF FINANCIAL CREDIT ON THE INVENTOR, BUT IT DON'T DO MUCH FOR THE BIRD THAT USES IT.

[Cartoon spans columns 2 and 3] ONLY A "HA[M"?] NOW [The Kaiser, wearing ragged clothing, is standing at the corner of a building with a small dog labeled "TOUGH LUCK."] ALAWS! T'IS COME TO THIS! --KICKED ABOUT BY ALL--ATHING OF JEST--A-AH ME! ......BUT A FEW SHORT YE-EARS AGO I WUZ IDEALIZED BY ALL--LOOK AT ME NOW! [Across the street from the Kaiser is a crowd of people, labeled "PUBLIC SYMPATHY." The crowd is in front of a building marked "WORLD THEATRE, and on the marquee is written:] STARRING-- LLOYD GEORGE W. WILSON KING GEORGE GEN. HAIG GEN. PERSHING [Signs in front:] U.S. WITH PRES. WILSON IN "A THRILLER"

GT. BRITAIN LLOYD GEORGE FEATURING "A REAL REEL"

FRANCE GEN JOFFRE -IN"HERO OF MARNE"

JOHN O'BRIEN, M.G. CO. 308 INF., CAMP UPTON, L.T.

[headline spans columns 2 and 3] Jewish Welfare Work Among Soldiers Now Fully Organized Throughout U.S.

The work of the Jewish Board for Welfare Work in the United States Army and Navy is now in full swing, having the hearty cooperation of the military authorities, the Y. M. C. A., the Knights of Columbus and teh Commission on Training Camp Activities, as well as the enthusiastic and friendly support of the Jewish communities.

The Board, of which Colonel Harry Cutler is chairman, and Chester J. Teller executive director, was organized to promote the welfare and comfort of the men of Jewish faith in the United States Army and Navy. Under the leadership of Jacob H. Schiff, the sum of $1,000,000 was raised by the American Jewish Relief Committee for the work during 1918.

For more efficient administration in field work, as well as town work, the country has been divided into five sections, to each of which is to be assigned a field secretary. The field secretary's duty is to organize branches in the various Jewish communities and to supervise the work of these branches. The field secretary assists in every possible manner the field worker at each cantonment and camp, by advice, instructions and encouragement.

Much time has been spent in the selection and training of these camp representatives. A training school has been established in New York City for instruction in their precise duties as field workers. The school is in charge of a faculty, whose members have made welfare work their study. The course is a most practical and intensive one, requiring from three to four weeks. Four weeks are then spent at Camp Upton in practical training, putting into actual opera[continued in column 3]

HAPPINESS (From a soldier's letter from France)

Well, I've found it over here, Bill. I've given up a good job and my wife and my kid, and maybe my life. And I'm happy all the way through.

Funny, isn't it, that I should never get any happiness when I was trying my darnest to find it, and should find it all in a heap when I thought I had given it up?

The Chaplain preached today and I went--first time in eight years. He preached on "Greater love hath no man than this, that man lay down his life." It came over me all of a sudden that that's the answer. What a man seeks all the time, and mostly don't know it, is something big enough to give his life for. Lots of us have found that over here, Bill, and, believe me, it's going to make us different fellows when we get back--if we ever do.

[continued from column 2] tion the theories acquired at the school. Following this, the applicant, if proven capable, is ready for assignment to one of the camps.

It is estimated that there are now approximately sixty thousand men of Jewish ext[racti?]on in the Army and Navy. The Jewish [Boar?]d of Welfare Work has stationed, at the present time, throughout the various camps and cantonments, seventy field workers. It is purposed to provide two hundred such workers before the end of the year.

The Board is anxious to receive further applications from men of the highest character, and who possess the required qualifications to become field workers. Applications should be addressed to the Jewish Board for Welfare Work, Suite 1003, 19 West 44th Street, New York City.

Small administrative buildings have already been built at a few of the camps and will later be provided at several others.

Many letters have been received from Jewish soldiers throughout the country, telling of their appreciation of the work performed by the representatives of the Board.

The Welfare Board aims to supplement the splendid work of other welfare agencies operating in the Army and Navy, and to provide facilities whereby Jewish men in arms may avail themselves of the same privileges for worship as is accorded to those of other faiths. It is a cooperating agency, working hand in hand with the Y. M. C. A., Knights of Columbus and the War Camp Community Service, with the single objective of promoting the happiness comfort, and general well-being of the men.

GIFTS FROM FRANCE

Andre Tardieu, the French High Commissioner to the United States, recently gave an idea of France's contributions of war materials to her allies.

"Without speaking of what we are manufacturing for America," said M. Tardieu, "and that is several hundred guns a month, we have during the past three years given to our Allies in Europe 1,350,000 rifles, 15,000 automatic rifles, 10,000 machine guns, 800,000,000 cartridges, 2,500 guns and 4,750 airplanes."

TODAY IS THE DAY

Mothers, wives and sweethearts of soldiers say they get a lot of enjoyment, as well as interesting news and information from the columns of Trench and Camp. Are you sending your copies home? There is no time like today to mail it.

MARKSMANSHIP TRAINING MUST BE GOTTEN HERE

If the soldiers now in training in this country do not learn to shoot accurately on the ranges in or near their camps and cantonments, they may not learn at all. For this reason every American officer returning from France is urging that every possible moment be devoted to training soldiers how to shoot quickly and accurately.

Major General Richard M. Blatchford, U. S. A., who spent several months in France, urges that every soldier be given all possible instruction in marksmanship. He says:

"I came very closely in contact with what the needs of our army are, as far as France is concerned, in relation to this subject of rifle firing. The divisional areas cover a tract of land about eighty miles long and sixty miles wide, divided up into various areas and apportioned by the French government, and in these areas I was required to arrange the billeting of troops to occupy each area, as well as to construct huts in which the men were to live. In addition it was part of my task to supply division commanders with what lumber and material they would need for the construction of their rifle ranges. In no one division was it possible to have a range which could be used by the entire division. The brigades were split owing to the location of the town where we had to build huts. It is absolutely impossible to properly train troops in rifle firing in France.

Inadequate Overseas Ranges

"The ranges we have built in France are small, and the danger to the inhabitants is great. Frequently there are no backstops. In order to get our troops properly trained for service in France they must be trained in rifle firing in the United States. I see no other way out of it. In order to train our men for efficiency as against the German, he must be trained in this country and he must be trained by capable instructors. And we have them in this country. In order to get the work going as General Pershing wants it to go there must be a uniform system of training.

"Two important things over in Europe today, as far as the infantryman is concerned, are the rifle and bayonet, and without being thoroughly expert in the use of these two weapons the Boche is going to get him. There is no getting away from it. Those men are thoroughly trained under the very highest experts. They have been planning for this for many years and in order for us to meet that condition as it must be met our men must be trained in this country.

"The proposition now is, as I understand it, to establish a central training school of musketry. From this school will be sent out the various men qualified after having passed through all the grades to the divisions still remaining in the United States, and through these people give these divisions an intensive training in musketry.

Muster "Whole Shooting Energy"

"The specialties, such as bomb throwing, can be learned 'Over There.' We are short of time. In my opinion a man can be taught all that is necessary in the use of the rifle in the present war at short distances, on the 300-yard range. Any firing beyond 600 yards is largely dependent on climatic conditions that do not exist 'Over There' at this time. The trenches in most instances are only 150 yards, and sometimes much less, apart. So we have the ranges here at home, together with many National Guardsmen and civilian shots, men who can do this work, and I earnestly hope that the whole shooting energy of the United States can get behind this movement and get these men of ours properly instructed so that when they go 'Over There' they will be in much better condition to go into the trenches than were many of those who have gone over heretofore."

GOING TO EXTREMES

"I didn't much care about the way Josh's clothes looked down to camp," commented Farmer Corntossel.

"Hasn't he his regular uniform?"

"Not yet. If they're going to keep him dressed that wasy in hopes of deceiving the enemy into thinking he's just an obscure peasant or something, what I say is that it's carrying this new kermoofling too far!"

DAILY HOSPITAL INSPECTION

Daily inspections of hospitals connected with all the camps and cantonments are now being made by officers on the staff of divisional commanders. This practice was inaugurated by Secretary of War Baker, following the congressional investigation at which it was alleged that conditions in some of the hospitals were not what they should have been.

TRENCH AND CAMP THREE

AVIATORS CAPTURE UNIT 82

One of the best concerts, or blowouts, if it can be called by that name, was pulled off by Construction Company No. 10, A. S. S. C. at Y. M. C. A. No. 82 on Saturday evening, March 16th. Many a theatrical manager would be tickled to death to have had the attendance these actors drew.

Captain Christia was good enough to arrange with Colonel Kennedy for the use of the Y building for the occasion ,and in addition the Colonel added four reels of movies to the bill. Nearly all the officers and men of Companies 10, 11 and 12 were present, in addition to several visitors. Sergeaent W. O. Kerry was in charge of the program, and handled it in masterly style. The following named officers were in attendance:

Maj. Merchant, C. O. Capt. Leary, R. M. C. Capt. Deeming, C. O., Co. 12. Capt. Christia, C. O. Co. 10. First Lieut. Longenecker. First Lieut. O'Hara. First Lieut. Dixon. First Lieut. Reth, C. O Co. 11. First Lieut. Piggins. First Lieut. Higgins. Lieut. Cole and Lieut Conner and many others.

The program was given by the officers and men of the three companies and was as follows:

Piano and violin duet--Corporal Lyons, Private Frank. Solo--By Private Lyons. Sleight of hand performance--By Private Adams. Mandolin and guitar duet--By Private Frederickson and Private Masedon. Yodelling--By Private Deitrick. Quartet from No. 10--Sergt. McMoon, Pvt. Alberts and Cattalier. Violin solo--By Private Frank. Cornet solo--By Private Walsh. Italian trio composed of Pvt. Masedon and the two "Shorties." Clog dance--By Sergt. Murphy. Song--Sergt. Connelly. Imitation of Victrola--By Private Graham. Song--By Pvt. Lowe. Private Germa and his "Trained Lions." Laughing qartette, composed of Pvt. Murphy, Sergt. Kerry, Coroporal Lyons and Pvt. Lyons. Funny stories--By Pvt. Frank.

In conclusion Captain Christia told a few stories and gave a little talk, after which everyone stood and sang America. It was a happy bunch of men that filed out of that building back to their respective quarters, hoping for a reptition of the same in the near future.

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can be heard being "carried on" in most every tent in the regiment.

General Faison ordered this contest in order to determine just how each regiment in the division was progressing in bayonet training, and he said, "I am agreeably surprised at the progress than is being made:" This contest resembled, somewhat, a field day, being attended by a large number of officers and men, also quite a number of ladies from the city of Greenville were in attendance.

The judges for the contest were: [continued in column 2]

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Seats at Armstrong's Pharmacy

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Dangerous Illness.

An old negro, riding on the train, fell asleep with his mouth wide open. A mischievous drummer came along and, having a convenient capsule of quinine in his pocket, uncorked it and sifted the bitter dose well into the old negro's mouth at the root of his tongue. Soon the darky awoke and became much disturbed. He called for the conductor and asked:

"Boss, is dere a doctor on dis here train?"

"I don't know," said the conductor "Are you sick?"

"Yas, suh, I sho' is sick."

"What is the matter with you?"

"I dunno, such, but it it tastes like I busted my gall."

No More Use for Him.

An Irishman came into the office of the president of the Illinois Central Railroad and said:

"Me name's Casey. Oi worruk out in th' yar-r-ds. Oi'd loik a pass to St. Louis."

"That is no way to ask for a pass," said the president. "You should introduce yourself politely. Come back in an hour and try it again."

At the end of the day back came the Irishman. Doffing his hat, he inquired: "Are yez the men I saw before?"

"I am."

"Me name is Patrick Casey. Oi've been workin' out in th' ya-r-ds."

"Glad to know you, Mr. Casey. What can I do for you?"

"Oi've got a job an' a pass to St. Louis on th' Wabash. Yez can go to -----."

[continued from the middle of column 1] Captain Bachelor and Sergt. Major Richards, bayonet instructors of the British army.

The order in which the regiments finished in the contest were as follows:

118th Infantry. 117th Infantry. 120th Infantry. 119th Infantry.

The band of the 118th Infantry was turned out in honor of the winning platoon and we had music and speeches galore. Major Mahon of the 118th Infantry, in quite an appropriate manner, presented a purse of $125, which had been raised by the officers of the regiment for the winning platoon.

The platoon which finished first in the Division Bayonet contest was as follows: Instructor, C. W. Jordan and the following men: Sam Sowell, Hobson Hilton M. R. Reasouorer, Charles O. Bateman, Harold Butler, Henry Norris, Gilliam Debruhl, W. C. Crimminger, P. J. Morris, Ira E. Morgan, W. T. Rinehart, J. R. Shirley, Doc Hudson, B. N. Wright, B. F. Lucas, F. H. Kelly, A. L. Kinnard, from Co. M, 118th Infantry.

The platoon which finished second was composed of men from Co. H, 118th Infantry and was as follows: Instructor Frank Roach, and the following men: Fred Dobbins, James Collier, James T. Land, Ted K. Kelly, Leslie S. Ritch, Amon Heckham, M. L. Stallings, John Steele, Morris Dennis, Edward Kimball, Luther Phillips, Henry Merrill, Lester Dale, Harry Austin, T. W. Green, Oldham Branham, Richard Bailey, Lexie Poole.

[cartoon spans the top of columns 3 and 4] [A man (presumably a soldier) is asleep in bed with a dog on top of him, licking his face. The man is dreaming of kissing a woman. Pants are hanging on the wall, and boots are on the floor.] THE HAPPY DREAM OF THE FURLOUGH FIEND

[headline spans columns 3 and 4] DARING ESCAPE FROM GERAMN PRISON CAMP MADE BY BELGIAN BOY

--A night escape from the German prison camp at Darmstadt being shot at repeatedly as he ran, a dangerous trip through a hostile country until he reached the banks of the Rhine, an icy swim for an hour against strong tide, finally reaching the Swiss shore near Schaffhausen, were some of the experiences that Maurice Muller had to undergo before he finally arrived in Paris yesterday and applied to the American Red Cross for assistance.

Emile Desroches, a friend who was with him when he slipped out of the prison camp and dived into the Rhine, began singing the "Marseillaise" in defiance, as with powerful strokes he made for Switzerland and liberty. A German patrol fired in the direction whence the sound was coming. Whether struck by the German bullets or carried away by the treacherous tide, Desroches has not been seen since. [continued in column 4]

[headline spans columns 3 and 4] FACTS ABOUT THE ATHLETIC OFFICERS.

(For the benefit of the readers of the sport page we are giving each week a sketch of the life of the athletic officers of each regiment. We dare say that their records are as interesting as any that you have ever read. Others are coming, so be on the lookout.)

Lieut. John W. Leach, Athletic Officer of 117th Inf.

Lieut. Leach of Co. D, 117th Infantry, his home being in Knoxville, Tenn., and he is a graduate of the University of Tennessee. While at the University of Tennessee he made a record in athletics that very few students of this famous school ever come near. While there he made the football team, the baseball team, basketball team, and won several honors on the track. In the years of 1906 and 1907 he made all Southern end in football, and in 1907 and 1908 he was all-Southern half back.

After leaving the University of Tennessee, he went to the University of Pennsylvania, where he made the [continued in column 4]

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[continued from upper middle of column 3] In November, 1914, Maurice, who was then fifteen years of age, and his brother, Georges, aged twelve, were bundled into a train that was leaving Ostend for Germany and taken to Darmstadt just up the river across from Schaffhausen where they were put to work at hard labor. Insufficient nourishment soon made the younger boy physically unfit and last October he was in such an emaciated condition that it aroused the pity of even the Germans and he was sent on to France.

Last evening as Muller sat in front of a substantial meal supplied by the Red Cross smoking American cigarettes from American Red Cross stores, he said to his younger brother who has been in Paris for some time: "This beats the dog-meat, potatoes and rutabaga they used to serve us at Darmstadt."

A Red Cross representative is helping to find work for them.

[continued from middle of column 3] freshman baseball and football team, would have made varsity teams but he was ineligible on account of having played four years of basketball and crew in the South. After leaving college, he was in the real estate business in Knoxville. But at the time the war broke out, he had been in South America gold mining for two years. He gave up this and returned to America to join the colors, receiving his first training at Fort Sill, Okla. He is 28 years of age and single.

iLeut. Leach is now preparing the best athletic fields in the division on the east side of the drill field of the infantry.

One of the boys sent a copy of our Trench and Camp to Louisville. After enjoying it herself, the young lady sent it out to the hospital at Camp Taylor and now sends back word to us that the boys liked it better than their own edition. Let's all help to make it even better.

TRENCH AND CAMP

HIS BOY IS GAWING 'TER WAR

The other day while walking the streets of Greenville a good old southern negro approached me with a smiling face that would clear up the sadness of any troops' heart. He wanted information important as it were.

"Good morning boss says he. Ise got a boy what's gawing to to de army dis week, de zemption board done tuck his number fo' to go. And I speck da will git his bruther fo' much longer. Un dem boys ob mine [continued column 2]

is both big niggers and I know da kin be good soldiers. Ise nebber 'low dem to talk sassy ter me, and da will be very 'spectable to de bosses what's tills dem ter drill.

"Un John, de boy what's gawing dis week to de army sho' am some trombone buster, and he says he's ter ax dem ter let him blo' de bugle. And mister, I get dat boy ob mine kin git dem up long, fo' de sun comes up 'cause he sho' am awful wid a thing dat he kind blo' music out ob."

"Now boss whats ise wants ter [continued column 3]

know is dis, what must dat boy fetch ter camp wid him?"

"Well, I guess he needs to take one suit of clothes, a pair of shoes, an overcoat, and about three pair of socks. He should also take some towels and soap."

"Dat's right fo' I know dat nigger will need dem artickles."

"Now boss. I spec'. Ide better be gitting along to de house. Ise thank you very much fo' dis information. And when youse men whip dem Germany folks, I sho will be glad fo' da aint fit ter lib wid de confidence what [continued column 4]

da got in dem selfs."

"That's right uncle, we are going to spill their self-confidence and leave it hanging on the barb wire entanglements over there."

"I don't know what dat is, but I does know dat barb wire sho' do cut de tuffest ob hide what am. So dats de place for to lebe dem hanging."

"Goodbye mister, ise thank you again, un ise just know my boy will be a good soldier, cause he knows how ter be 'spectible."

CORP. W. FRANK ODOM. Co. I, 120th Inf.

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TRENCH AND CAMP

[headline and byline span columns 1 and 2] Realistic Touches Are Added To Training At Camp McClellan By THOMAS A. RIPLEY (Editor of the Camp McClellan edition of Trench and Camp)

After nosing its way through the gentle slope of Alabama hills the train rumbles into Anniston. Then, after the general clamor heard around most any small city train station, regarding the almost pathetic cry of cabbies begging you to patronize them, you walk a few blocks and grab a jitney to Camp McClellan.

A nice little six miles of beautiful scenery is then slowly--maybe slowly if the jitney driver feels at his leisure--jogs past, and you arrive safely, perhaps safely, I should say, and then you ride around a bit through rows and rows of mess shacks, tents and guards and everything else military until you arrive at your destination.

Let us say that you have arrived in the cantonment just as the sun has drifted beyond the distant hills--just as retreat is sounding and the flag is slowly gliding down the high white pole up at Division Headquarters. The bands are playing the "Star Spangled Banner," and the bugles are heard everywhere. Soldiers are standing at attention. I think that it is the most wonderful part of the day, the most inspiring moment of the soldier's life--the culmination of the day's labors, its trials, its joys, its mishaps and its sorrows--it is the supreme moment of the day here at Camp McClellan.

Inspring Night

Mess, then comes night. The warm, pacifying night. The kind here in the hills of Albama that stirs the heartstrings and makes the blood tingle with patriotism. You go to rest contented, to dream of home and the folks back yonder, and how you wish that they could be here with you and see it all--just for one day, be in the greatest camp on God's green earth.

You sigh with resignation and turn over. Then, suddenly right near you, then all round from everywhere, over the hills and from the valleys comes the blast of bugles--Taps!

The nearest ceases, the next, the next and so on until the last sound of the final call gradually dies. Faintly, faintly and it is gone, just as an echo from the first.

We go to sleep wondering at the beauty of creation.

At dawn we are awakened by the first blast of bugles--reveille. A new day begins. Every day at McClellan is a new day, a great day and a day of marvelous achievements.

Again you see the oganization come out in all its splendor. Such a spectacular body of men, all equipped to the highest mark of efficiency.

A View of Camp

We journey to the top of a distant hill which affords a perfect view of the entire camp in all its activities. It is a tiresome trip to the peak of the infant mountain, but once at the summit we are thankful that we spent the energy to make the climb, for one sweeping view of all that is below is worth a dozen more difficult ones.

To our left and down a little we see the battlefield. It reminds you of the [continued at the top of column 2]

[cartoon spans columns 1-3] Sherman Was Right [A cartoon of a woman driving a car, with a soldier in the passenger seat. An American flag flies from the car's hood. They are looking at each other. To the right are the words "HIS GIRL!" with an arrow pointing to the woman. A man in a suit is running in front of the car.] FRANK HINES 122 FIELD ARTILLERY BAND, CAMP LOGAN. TEXAS.

[continued from column 1] stories you have read and the pictures you have drawn in mind of the conflict "Over There."

There are the trenches, and "No Man's Land." We can even detect without the aid of our glasses the brown snake-like figures of the reconnoitering party. Over to the right with our glasses to our eyes we can make out the artillery ready for action. Then drawing our eyes across the valley to the southeast we watch the working of the signal corps. Ah, they are working fast! Something is up! Let us keep an eye on the trenches and artillery, for the boys are about to go "over the top."

Our eyes travel back to "No Man's Land"; back to where we were watching the brown bodies worming their way across the vast expanse, and they look so tiny, just like we have seen people on the streets far below when we looked over the top of a high building in our cities. They are working their way in and out and around the shell craters. In some of the holes we make out the unmistakable lines of the machine gun, though it is partly hidden from view by mud, weeds and other camouflage.

Realistic Battle Practice

For a moment our eyes leave the activities below us and we scan the camp beyond. The rows and rows of buildings and tents are almost beyond comprehension. You rub your eyes to make sure, but there it is all before you. Along a road towards the front-line trenches moves cavalry, and behind the line of horsemen sweeping forward we see a massive supply train coming up from the rear. And still more; away to the right we see new troops coming! Reinforcements! It is all so real! So true and like war, and every man trained to an expert in his task.

The artillery is hammering away. The machine gunners are at work. We hear the incessant putter, putter, putter of the guns. Just as we are about to look away they go "over the top." Scampering across "No Man's Land" just as though they were under fire, the khaki-clad hordes go, and with a business-like rush take the enemy trench. Ah, yes, it is all make-believe, yet so real, and we can picturize it all just as though it were true and the battlefield was "over yonder."

We scramble down the hillside and trudge back into camp. The day is over and with it cames "off duty" time. Then you see some real sports at Camp McClellan, for there are real athetics at this camp. Boxing, wrestling, volley ball, soccer, baseball, tennis, basketball, track meets and just everything that goes towards making the American soldier the healthiest in the world, and they are sure healthy at McClellan.

Retreat again and then more sports for the evening until Taps, and the day ends. Such a wonderful day! Oh! say, if you want to see what is what sure enough, you had better come up, down or over to Camp McClellan.

[headline and article span columns 3 and 4] Jim Makes Good With The Stable Sergeant BY OUR OWN RING W. LARDNER

[Cartoon of a man in a hat, sitting at a table and looking up. His head is resting on one hand, his other hand holding something that he's chewing on (a pen?). On the desk is a piece of paper with the words "Dear Al..." Below the desk, his feet are crossed. The cartooon is titled "PRIVATE JIM."]

well al i of ben hangging a round a grate deyull of lately with hoarses only they wasent none of them hoarses only muyells witch is simmiliar to a hoarse when its standing still but be side that dont resembull it mutch eggzept for the 4 leggs witch both of them have. the leggs is used for diffront purposses as the hoarse uses its for standing on and walking with but the muyell has his for kicking not the kind of kicking you do to the sargint but the kind of kicking that makes a dentt in you when it has hit you the worst of the muyell bean that it dont give you no warning when it kicks but letts drive like 1 of these hear bocxers like i told you a bout the armie haveing. all of a muyells branes al is in its feat if it has some branes not feat as they isent no dout about the feat part. well al i am riteing a bout hoares and muyells becaus i of had a lott to do with them durring the past wk or so not becaus i want it to but becaus the stabull sargint saw me & want it me for his out fitt witch seams to be the weigh with all of them when they see me al they want me to come over to wear they are the saim as the masheen gunn guys tride to make me joyn there masheen gunn cumpny. you know me al.

this sargin ced i lookt as if i mite be a valyuble man around wear they is muyells & hoarses becaus it looked as tho i wood maik good cumpny for them. well al after sum sargints i of saw that was as good a complement as i of had hand it to me wile i of ben in the armie witch is sain a lott after what cap tens & lootinits have ced & everybuddy hay al.

they of gave me everythink in the armie all most now al eggzeecpt the jenrill witch i dont think they is any of as the 1 i had point it out to me was onlie a soldier so they woodent be no use of my bean offured it sents there aint none onlie i suppose they may be some jenrills.

well al they put me in with this stalbull sargint & the 1st thing he ced was taik that straw & shaik it down in the stabull there. well i took sum straw from wear it was laying on the ground at 1 side of the place witch is all dirt in side & no conkreat like we was ucet to in the garidge wear we workt oncet & spred the straw a round but wile i was spredding it sumthing went by my face i loookt up & it was a hoof from a hoarse witch i found to be a muyell. they will throw their feat at anything al evan my face witch is hardly worth waisting amunishun on the lootinit told me. well al after the hoof had went by & evan befoar it did i was quiet a weighs off from the stabull & wen i caim back the sargint ced what have you ben doing throwing hay all over this place. i ced hay what. he ced hay. i hollered hay back & ced what are you haying me for. he ced you boob you have been throwing hay around hear wen it shood of ben straw well i ced you told me to. not hay he ced straw. well what is the diffronts i ced & al like all sargints he dident know the diffronts & walked a way taking refudge in sum langwidge witch shoodent never be used in letters although it is the onlie langwidge known a round the stabulls in the armie. well al they put me at work to curray a muyell witch menes not the dish of grub you get in theshear east injun eating places but a thing like a harrow only smaller witch you rub over the muyells hare. it wood be simpull if the muyell was in simpathie with your work but for sum reeson he is allweighs in favor of sumthing elts going on. this muyell that i tride to curray dismist me sevrall times without notis but i returned after brushing the mudd offen my close witch is overawls in addishun to the soldger pants & coat witch is calld a blows. the sarjint woodent lissun when i ced the muyell dident want to be currayed butt ced you curray that muyell or they will be helto pay witch is moar of that lagnwidge i was telling you of. well you know me al & they wont none of them get jim stuck so i got a long poal & tied the curray comb onto the end of it & stood at the end of the stick farthest away from the muyell. well i stood their al curraying the muyell & the sargint caim a long & took 1 look. well by gordge he ced i dident think it was in you witch do you mene ced i myself or my new friend the muyell. well al the sarjint thot so mutch of what i got out of that muyell by the curraying he wants me to be a corprall with him but i cant see that you know me al. the pryvat for me every time. hopeing you are the saim I am yr. FRIEND JIM.

PROPERTY BAGS

The Red Cross has arranged to furnish "property bags" for soldiers in hospitals to keep their belongings together. Members of the Red Cross have been instructed to make the bags of bright colored, washable materials and twelve inches wide by eighteen inches deep.

ORIGIN OF KHAKI

With khaki to the right of them, khaki to the left of them, khaki in front of them and khaki all around them, very few American soldiers know much about the origin of the uniform they wear or the meaning of the word used to describe its color.

Khaki is an East Indian word meaning "dust color." The fast, yellowish-brown dye used in making khaki clothing and equipment was discovered by two Englishmen whose names have not been preserved in history. They first extracted the dye from coal tar in 1885 and it was immediately used in the manufacture of clothing and equipment for British soldiers.

The value of the neutral shade of uniform was at once appreciated by Lord Roberts, who, in 1885, ordered that all of the clothing worn by British soldiers sent to Egypt and the Sudan be of the khaki hue. Even the cannon and their wheels, as well as those of wagons, tents, mess kits, canteens, etc., were painted or dyed with khaki.

The American army adopted khaki from the British and in recent years improved upon it by using olive drab dye for woolen clothing.

WANTED "SOFT" JOB

A dashing lieutenant-colonel, exmember of the General Staff, was approached by a recently drafted man.

"What might your name be? Do you belong to this bunch?"

"I'm the colonel in charge."

"Wal,I see the balance of 'em busy around here, and I don't see you doin' anything. How does a fellow go about gittin' your job?"--Everybody's Magazine.

IF HE HAD ONLY WAITED

Tommy (looking upward from the trenches as a flock of airplanes ooze by)--To think that I once paid 'arf a crown at 'Endon to see only two of 'em!--Tattler.

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