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THENCH ANO CAMP
CAMP HANCOCK, Augusta, Ga.
EDITION, 12,000.
GEO. B. LANDls":.nd J. EDGAR
PROBYN, Editors.
Published gratis by THE HERALD
PUBLISHING CO., Augusta, Ga.
ISSUED EVERY? IDNESDAY.
Vol. 1— 14, 19-17.—Np. 6.
Application has been made for
TRENCH and CAMP for entry as ZZ il
Matter of the Second Class at the Au
gusta, Ga., Postoffiee.
This edition of Trench and Camp
is limited to 12,000 copies. An
effort will be made to place one or
more copies in every tent.
If parties are desirous of other
copies, application should be made
to the nearest Y. M. C. A. building,
where they will be gladly furnished
as long as they last.
As the edition is limited to 12,000
copies, please do not throw your
copy away, when you are through
with it. Pass it on to some other
fellow.
News items, personals, programs,
meetings, announcements, etc.,
from all the units in the camp will
be welcomed by Trench and Camp
and printed as far as space per
mits. These communications can
be left with secretaries at any of
the Y. M. C. A. buildings and will
be turned over to the editors. All
copy should be turned in as early
as possible. No copy can be hand
led later than Monday noon, pre
ceding date of issue. Trench and
Camp will be issued every Wed
nesday by
THE AUGUSTA HERALD,
Publishers of the Camp Hancock
Edition of Trench and Camp.
CHRISTMAS PACKAGES.
Already there is talk of Christmas—the
world’s most joyous season. Postmaster
General Burleson has announced that
Christmas packages for soldiers and sail
or: overseas must be mailed prior to No
vember 15th io insure delivery by Christ
mas m-pni'g. If you have not sent your
friend in France a t.'ken, you have one
day more in which to dispatch it.
More important than the time of send
ing is the matter of how they are sent.
The postal authorities at Camp Hancock,
who handle mail for only 30.000 soldiers,
have had a great problem on their hands
by reason of so many packages arriving
in a dilapidated condition. The writer
has had two boxes broken open in transit
and the contents smeared all over, the
box. making them unfit to eat.
We have seen some letters returned,
broken open and badly torn, indicative of
the rough treatment they receive’in trans
it north.. We cannot impress too strong
ly o nthe folks back home, as well as the
men in camp, the great importance of
packing edibles in a stout box or tin,
taking every precaution to safeguard
them. When mail bags, heavily laden,
are piled one on the other, the bottom'
baas are bound to suffer and if the wrap
ping is not well done, the frail pasteboard
box is liable to suffer.
Another thing: Address all mail care
fully. See that the name, company, regi
ment or name of the unit, are written
legibly, with the name of the sender in
the left-hand corner, for return pur
poses, These suggestions, if followed,
will insure that Christmas box of goodies
arriving at any camp in this country or
abroad.
AUTOCRACY MUST GO.
Is it not a shame that, the world should
have been so disturbed; that peaceful men
are compelled to lie out in the mud and
filth in the depth of raw winter, shot at
and stormed, at and shelled, waiting for
a chance to murder some other inoffen
sive fellow creature? Why must the peo
ple in old Poland die of hunger, not find
ing dogs enough to eat in the streets of
Lemberg? The long lines of broken peas
ants in Serbia and in Rumania; the popu
lation of Belgium and Northern France
torn from thir homes to work as slaves
for the Germans; the poor prisoners of
war starving in their huts or working in
factories and mines; the cries of the old
and the children, wounded by bombs
frsm Zeppelins; the wails of the mothers
for their sons; the very rustling of the
air as the souls of the ten million dead
sweep to another world—why must all
these horrors come upon a fair green
earth where we believed that love and
help and friendship, genius and science
and commerce and religion and civiliza
tion once ruled?
The very bodies of those ten million
killed, if placed end to end in two lines,
would reach from New York to San Fran
cisco. Think of traveling this distance
between a double line of staring corpses.
It is because in the dark, cold northern
plains of Germany there exists an auto
cracy, deceiving a great people, poisoning
their minds from one generation to an
other and preaching the virtue and ne
cessity of war. And until that autocracy
is either wiped cut or made powerless
there can be no peace on earth.—Ambas
sador Gerard, formerly minister to Ger
many.
Page 4
TRENCH AND CAM!
CHRONICLE_PRAISES MEN.
In a leading editorial recently, in
which the editor of the Augusta Chron
icle welcomed Governor Brumbaugh,
some kind words were written about
the men at Camp Hancock. They
should cause every man with any sense
of pride to feel a deeper sense of re
sponsibility in measuring up to the
high standard already set. Following
are extracts from the editorial;
The Chronicle can speak without
hesitancy for the whole of Augusta
on these points—they are the toast
of the town. Never in anyone’s
experience have so large a body of
men, from any walk of life, been
known to so well measure-up to
all the best standards of citizen
ship; nor has Augusta ever come
in contact with so large a body of
men who are their equals in sol
dierly bearing and conduct.
Confidentially, Governor Brum- .
baugh, we have made home folks of
them, from the highest officer to
the newest, private; and we have
done this, not solely out of consid
eration for them as visitors, but
because they won our admiration
and friendship and because we want
to know such men better and have
them in our homes. Pennsylvania
has every right to be proud of such
a body of men, and Augusta con
siders herself exceptionally for
tunate in having the Pennsylvania
division encamped here.
And, also, this, governor—you are
going to see the best military camp
today that you ever saw in your
life. There’s no brag about that;
just a plain self-evident fact. Your
boys are down here enjoying a cli
mate that we, ordinarily, during
the winter months, charge any
where from ten to twenty dollars
a day for, room and board includ
ed; and all the money of Pennsyl
vania, or of the national govern
ment couldn’t buy a better winter
climate anywhere.
"MOST BRUTAL POWER WORLD
HAS EVER KNOWN.”
It is hard for the American mind to
conceive the depths of brutality and
barbariety to which the Germans have
gone in the war. Many of the tales
which have been authenticated with
out a shadow of doubt are so horrible
in their details, that they cannot be
printed and one is half inclined to
doubt. Our ideals are so far above
German ethics of brutal force that
our minds can scarcely grasp the in
famy to which the Germans have gone
in their campaign of xerroi-sm. Our
soldiers must realize this and while it
seems like inspiring hate, the plain
facts must be known before our men
go over the top. The Atlanta Con
stitution says:
We need not admit the possibil
ity of German air raids in Ameri
can cities to recognize that real
perils exist—though it is worth not
ing that such raids are considered
quite probable by so informed and
conservative a man as Dr. Lyman
B. Powell, president of Hobart
College, who recently returned from
the war zone. It Is not needful
that we become alarmed; indeed,
alarm would play directlyinto the
German scheme. But it is import
ant that we realize fully and vivid
ly the fact that our country is at
war with the most brutal power the
world has ever known, a power
whose particular forte is to kill
helpless civilians —women and
children as well as men—and
whose favorite means of warfare
are arson on land and assassina
tion at sea. The sooner we realize
the inhuman and altogether des
perate character of this enemy, the
better will it be for all the things
we hold dear; and the sooner we
can muster our utmost strength to
crush that enemy, the better will
it be for America and for mankind.
STUPIDITY OF PACIFISTS.
“What I am opposed to is not the
feeling of the pacifists, but their stu
pidity. My heart is with them, but
inv mind ha's a contempt for them.
“WE WANT PEACE, BUT I KNOW
HOW TO KET IT, AND THEY DO
NOT.
“You will notice that I sent a friend
of mine, Colonel House, to Europe, who
.is as great a lover of peace as any man
in the world; but I did not send hint on
a peace mission; I sent him to take
part in a conference as to how the war
was to be won; and he knows, as I
know, that that is the way to get peace,
if you want it for more than a few min
utes.” —President Wilson at Buffalo-
A NOBLE UTTERANCE.
“My fellow-citizens, the reason I
came away from Washington is that
I sometimes get lonely down there. I
have to come away from Washington
and talk to men who are up against
the real thing and say to them, 1 am
with you if you are with me.’ And
the only test of being with me is not
to think about me personally at all, but
merely to think of me as the expres
soin, for the time being, of the power
and dignity and hope of the United
States.” —From President Wilson’s ad
dress on Monday before the American
Federation of Labor in Buffalo.
The famous Lafayette Escadrille of
American flyers, which has been part
of the French army, will soon be trans
ferred to the American army in France.
Each man will be given a handsome
engraved certificate, in recognition of
his services. One hundred and sixty
will be presented
PAY DAY BRINGS JOY
(With Apologies to K. C. B.)
(Apologies to K. C. B.)
As I SIT
♦ * * * *
And wonder WHY
*****
Army life IS
*****
So hard, STILL
I have CONSOLATION *
In KNOWING
That I MUST
• * * * *
Make the BEST
*****
Os a BAD
♦ * * ♦ *
JOB
* * * « «
A am SERVING
*****
My COUNTRY
*****
And I SWELL
*****
With PRIDE
*****
That I AM
**»**
Wearing Uncle SAM'S
*****
Uniform and KNOWING
*****
I am NOT
*****
A SLACKER
*****
And STAY
*****
At home WITH
*****
The women AND
Herding BEHIND * * *
*****
A PETTICOAT
They will then KNOW
I have not RUNNING
♦ * * * *
Up my BACK
♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦
Yellow STREAK
♦ * * * *
Like a BANANA
*****
Still I grieve BUT
*****
Tomorrow I SHALL
*****
be happy FOR
* ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
The CAPTAIN
*****
Said it would BE
*****
Pay DAY.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
LETTERS OF
A CONSCRIPT
By Henry.
NO. 1.
Deer Folks at Home:
Well, here I am in the army. They
sent all us drafted fellers doun here,
and toald us to take off our reglar
close and put on soljer’s close. That’s
just what I wanted to do, for I prom
ised Maggie to send her my pitcher
in fifin' unaform.
Maw, you know you wrote to Pres.
Wilson and asked him if I cud be a
general or major or somethun. 1 ast
the big gun here, the feller they call
the lootenant, about it. He sed he
hadn’t got no word as yet from the
Pres. He sed until he got word about
it 1 cud be a private. So I stuck up
“Private” over my tent so the ordinary
guys would know who I wuz.
Say they sure are strickt on us fel
lers in the army. We have to do what
the big gun tells us roost of the time.
Theys a bigger boss than the looten
ant, tho. They call him the sarjent. I
think he owns most of the guns and
tents and things. I guess he lets the
government use them free in case of
war.
We took a hike the second day we
were here. The coutry ain't like it is
back in Missouri. Its southern, and
raises darkies and cotton. I hoap I
won’t has to stay here long, for I want
to go to France rite away.. 1 ast the
sarjent how long it would be till we
could go. He sed we’d has to drill a
few days and give them time to mend
a hole in the boat that was to take us
over or somethun. I guess we’ll be
here all week or more.
They make us drill most ever day
and carry a gun, too. Say, Hank, you
outer see my gun' It’s some baby.
You know paw sed for me to take my
own gun. which is some gun, Hank,
that double-bareled one 1 got off Reu
ben. But this army gun's got it beat
for looks. They havn’t given us no
shells yet, though I ast the sarjent for
some when we went on the hike, for I
wanted to shoot a crow. He sed they
mite be some German spies around,
and they’d hear it, so we couldn't
shoot.
Say they got a Y. M. C. A. down
here. What do you know about that?
I thot a Y. M. C. A. was a sort of Sun
day School, but this ain't.
Heaping you are the same, I ’xill tett
you more about It htKl tiros.
With love,
HENRY.
—O. K. A.
Nov. 14, 1917.
QUI VIVE
By Grace Ellery Channing.
(By Grace Ellery Channing.}
Qui vive? Who passes by up there?
Who moves—what stirs in the starred
air?
What whispers, thrills, exults up there?
Qui vive?
"The Flags of France.”
What w..«d on a windless night is this
That breathes as light as a lover’s kiss,
That blows through the night with
bugle notes,
That streams like a pennant from a
lance,
That rustles, that floats?
"The Flags of France."
What richly moves, what lightly stirs
Like a noble lady in a dance,
When all men’s eyes are in love with
her
And needs must follow?
"The Flags of France.”
What calls to the heart —and the heart
has heard,
Speaks, and the soul has obeyed the
word,
S'.immons, and all the years advance,
And the world goes forward with
* France, with Franca?
Who called?
"The Flags of France.”
Qui vive? Who comes? What ap
proaches there ?
What soundless tumult, what breath in
the air
Takes the breath in the throat, ths
blood from the heart ?
In a flame of dark, to the unheard beat
Os an unseen drum and fleshless feet,
Without glint of barrel or bayonets’
glance
They approach—they come. Who
comes (Hush! Hark!)
“Qui vive?”
"The Flags of France.”
Uncover the head and knee)—kneel
down,
A monarch passes, without a crown.
Let the proud tears fall but the heart
beats high:
The Greatest of All is passing by
On its endless march in the endless
plan:
“Qui vive?”
“The Spirit of Man.”
“O, Spirit of Man, pass on! Advance!”
And they who lead, who hold the van?
Kneel down!
“The Flags of France.”
EPITAPHS ON
THE KAISER
Here lies the German Emperor.
Oh, sing a joyful song!
The Pearly Gates won’t let him in,
And Hell won’t stand him long.
“Me and God could not get along,
For I was right and He was wrong.”
Here lies Kaiser Wilhelm in his last, long
sleep.
Tears cannot call him back. Therefore
we weep.
Here lies Great Wilhelm —friend of God.
It grieves one’s heart
To think of friends now forced to dwell
So far apart!
His days of “Me and Gott” are past.
Bill’s on the firing line at last.
Here lies Bill, the Kaiser.
Leaves his people sadder "Budweiser.”
Here lies the Kaiser. Since he died
The Lord can’t tell which way to side.
HER FLAG.
She looks and sees—through tears—
His body’s slender staff.
Through echoing yesterday she hears
A baby’s happy laugh.
She marked, with what delight,
That first faint flush of rose:
Now, in his cheek’s unweathered white
The pulsing crimson glows.
Tears?—Yes—but her “adieu”
No craven impulse mars.
She meets his eyes’ unfalteri-ng blue—*
And there she sees the stars!
—Jennie Betts Hartswick.
SUGGESTIONS
FOR WRITERS
Do not use the other side —write
on one side only..
Use a typewriter if you can—
-1 or have a friend typewrite for you
—it helps the linotype man.
If you do typewrite, always
double space the lines, so there
may be room for intelineations.
Do not-capitalize every word.
Study the style of the newspaper
or the last issue of Trench and
| Camp.
Have copy at nearest Y. M. C. A.
building by Friday if possible.
If you haven’t written that bit
of poetry that’s been haunting
your brain, do it now.
Four ambulance companies and four
field hospitals from Fort Benjamin
Harrison, Indianapolis, are to journey
overland to Fort Oglethorpe, Ga.