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r~ ~ 1 • a thtibtW jT> CEE Page 4 TRENCH AND CAMP CAMP HANCOCK, Augusta, Ga. EDITION, 12,000. GEO. B. LANDISand J. EDGAR PROBYN, Editors. Published gratis by THE HERALD PUBLISHING CO., Augusta, Ga. ISSUED EVERY WEDNESDAY. Vol. I.—Nov. 21, 1917—N0. 7. Application has been mad© for TRENCH and CAMP for entry as ZZ il Matter of the Second Class at the Au gusta, Ga., Fostoffice. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. Trench and Camp will be mailed to any address in the United States (limited to 1,000 copies) at the follow ing rates: Three months .. 15c Six months 25c One year .50c NOTICE 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, eta., from all the units in the camp wilt bo 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. buildipgs 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, Publis’*3rs of the Camp Hancock Edition of Trench and Camp. LEARN THE MARSEILLAISE. During the visit of Captain -Hobson to Augusta, a suggestion was made by him, which we deem worthy of instant action. Said he: "Why would it not be a good plan for the Y. M. C. A. to teach the sol diers the French national anthem, so that when they reach the great republic on .the other side, they will know the na tional anthem?” y This is a good suggestion and we pass it on to Professor Tebbs, our chorus di rector, and all who assist in the songs the soldiers sing. The writer attended the recent session of the Federation of Wom en's clubs in St. John’s Church, where three visiting French officers were pre sented to the audience. The brave French men were asked to lead in the singing of their national anthem, and the audi ence was' invited to join them. One of the French officers sang well. He sang earnestly—as if he had before his mind the rush of his brave comrades on the battlefields of France. With the exception of the little assistance given by his fellow countrymen—who were not vocalists—he sang alone. There was no response from the audience. Perhaps it was because the words were printed in French and the majority of the audience was unable to read the language. At at any rate, the lack of response on the part of the great audience was pitifui, and the French officer sang until his face became red with the effort. We can pay no greater compliment to our European brothers than by having the bands learn "The Marseillaise” and teaching our soldiers to sing it. Can you imagine the effect upon Frenchmen of a brigade of American soldiers singing the French national anthem with the same spirit as we sing "My Country, ’Tis of Thee?” It would inspire them and give them new courage. Incidentally, our men might be rehearsed more frequently in the singing of "The Star-Spangled Banner.” A GE NI AL "PROFESSOR. It is a matter of sincere regret to the secretaries of the Army Y. M. C. A. at Camp Hancock that Prof. Irving L. Foster, of Pennsylvania State College, is obliged to report back to the college this week. Prof. Foster is instructor of Romance Languages at State Col lege and is an expert linguist. Aside from his professional skill as an in structor, he is one of the most genial men in the camp and his cheery pres ence has been an inspiration to all the Army Y. M. C. A. men as well as the officers with whom he has mingled. Trench and Camp has been fortunate in securing several valuable articles from the pen of Prof. Foster, the con densed story of "Joan of Arc,” in last week’s issitte, being a delightful epi tome of the events and character of France’s romantic heroine. We hope to receive further articles from Prof. Foster while he is at the college and will publish for several weeks, one of his short practical lessons in French, which every man in Camp Hancock should study. We express the wish that we may have the privilege of hav ing Prof. Foster with us again as soon as his scholastic affairs permit. Until then, good luck, Professor! TRENCH AND CAMP MOVIES VS. FRENCH. In a detailed report of the activities of the department of French instruc tion at Camp Hancock, Prof, Foster cites some of the discouraging features and in addition to mentioning the fact that the men are busy with army work and do not want to give up their leis ure hours, he also suggests that the men want to be amused instead of in structed. He has visited every command in the camp and has done all that is possible to organize classes, so that he is in a position to speak authoriatively. We can readily see the desire for amuse ment on the part of the men, and since the Y. M. C. A. provides so much of it in the camp entirely free, it takes a great deal of resolution for the average man to give up part of his amusement that his mind may be edified. How ever, the matter of learning French language should be stressed. Men who have dealt with Italians and Poles and Slavs who have come to this country, unable to speak or understand our language, realize the difficulties that will confront our troops when they go abroad. It is almost an absolute necessity that our men should have some knowledge of the language in the country to which they may go. It will save a great deal of embarrassment, much confusion and misunderstand ing, and will add greatly to the effic iency of the men when on the battle front alongside of French soldiers. The recent dispatch telling of Ger man prisoners having an English- German text book indicates the thor oughness of the German staff. The Army Y. M. C. A. at Camp Hancock has done wl.at it could in the face of many discouragements and if an or der is issued, is prepared to assume charge of the instruction for the en tire camp, if placed on a compulsory basis- Likewise, in the case of regi mental sing- ong, which are admittedly of great value in the army. N O RTHCLIFFE’S - WARN ING. In declining the administration of the new air ministry of Great Britain, Lord Northcliffe, the great publisher, said: "May I also take this opportunity of giving warning about our relations from that great country from which I come. We have had a tragedy in Russia, due partly to Jack of allied propaganda to counteract that of the Germans. We have had the tragedy of Italy, largely due to that same enemy propaganda. There is one tragedy which I am sure we shall not have and that is the tragedy of the United States. "But from countless conversations with leading Americans I know that unless there is swift improvement in our meth ods here the United States will rightly take into its own hands the entire man agement of a great part of the war. It will not sacrifice its blood and treasure to the incompetent handling of the affairs of Europe. “In saying all this, which is very much on my mind, believe me. I have none but the most friendly feeling toward yourself, and that I am greatly honored by your suggestion. "Yours sincerely, "NORTHCLIFFE.” LETTERSOFA“CONSCRIPT No. II (By Henry.) Dear Hank: Well, here I am, still in the Army. You remember 1 wrote last weak and sez I gess I woodn’t get to go to France for a ,weak. We ben hear that long, and the sarjent sez we want go till we’re ready to whip the hole German Army. Say, Hank, I’m sure havin’ sum time. They’s a hole lot to lorn about bein a soljer. I didn’t know before I was draftit. In the army, Hank, you’ve got to do just as the sarjent tells you. If you sass back he makes you clean up and everything. You see bein as how he owns the tents and guns and things and let’s the gov ernment use them in case of war, the gov ernment makes him boss. The lootenant is straw boss. I wondered what sort of a job the general had, and ast one of the fellers in my tent about it. He sez, why ain’t you seen the general yet? I sez no. He sez there he goes over there. You got to saloot generals and big guns, so I went over and salooted. Then the guys last. He wuzn’t a general, Hank, he wuz list a corpril. But I got even. Hank. Here’s the way I did. The lootenant told us to brush up and look like we wuz somebody. Say, you know what a looker I am when I’m brushed up—you remember when I got that new suit last year—well, you awt to see me in unaform. But I saw a guy with a gold leaf on each shoider. You awt to seen them shine, Hank, so I got two for myself. I put em on. and wawked up the company strete. What do you think. Hank, a lot of guys salooted me. You saloot a guy, Hank, when he's a big gun or somethin’. I thot maybe they’d found out about me bein a Private, till the sar jent saw me. You awt to seen how he looked. He didn’t know whether to cuss or las, so he done both. He sed no body but a major could ever wear them gold leeves. A majer must be some gun, Hank. Say. they call all the grub mess. They call it mess because the boss of the grub is a mess sarjent. Thev aint no fancy stuff with it. but its good. And I sure got a appetite. Hank, like when hay harvest is on. You know how I can eat when they’s hay harvest or somethun. Say, remember I sed they wuz a Y. M. C. A. down here? Well, they is. The guys that run it are sure good sports, and not preachers at all. only some of them is but dont look like it. They give us paper to Write on and give a show or somethun all the time. What do you know about that? Nex time I’B tell you how I called a Kernel down fer sassin the sarjent A Kernel is a gun, Hank, but I didn’t no it. I didn't call him down but once. Hank. Then I felt like 10 cents. ($.10) Hoping you are the same. HENRY. A tobacconist in Williamsport drew a line on his store window promising cus tomers to send the smokes to Camp Han cock boys when the window was filled to the line—So Battery D, of the 107th F. A., which came from that town, is fumigat ing the atmosphere of the Artillery Bri gade. DU PAIN FRANCAIS ET DU PAIN DES ETATS UNIS (French Bread and United States Bread.) ».$• (Apologies to K. C. B.) When they CAME • « • To our CAMP • * • They were CLAD •■ • . In beautiful STEEL • • • Gray uniforms AND • ♦ • liwputed our WARES * * • And approved OF • • • Them and we WERE • • • Surprised at THEM And their REMARKABLE Etiquette and POLITENESS They said THAT • ♦ • They had NOT » » • Eaten any OTHER • • • Than black BREAD Where they CAME » • * From and OUR • • • Bread tasted to THEM Like CAKE « • • I almost MADE • • • Myself ashamed FOR ♦ • • I stared at and ENVIED • * • Them because I • • • Thought they WERE • • • Real heroes and WORTHY • • • of our praise SO * • * I was proud OF • • • Having come in CONTACT • ♦ * With the FRENCH • • • OFFICERS. BLUE AND GRAYNO MORE (By DOROTHY PEAK AULT, Chatta nooga, Tenn.) What has become of the blue and gray? They have blended into brown. The blue once marched against the gray. But not together they march today; For there are no Yanks, And there is no gray— Under one flag they are bound. What has become of the Yankee lads? And where are the Rebels, too? They’ve ail gone together across the sea To fight that their country may still be free; For there are no Yanks, And, there are no Rebs— Americans only are the gray and blue. And where is the feeling that once they bore In the fifty years that have passed? Every heart that beats, though many are sad. Goes out with pride to every lad" For there is no North, And there is no South— One land under God at last! —Confederate Veteran. wanted—ldeas Thorughout the United States there is one thing wanted more than any other, and that is a good idea. What is an idea? An idle idea is no possible good to any one. Work out a good idea and vou are doing something for this good old world that has been so bitter, yet so sweet, in its bitterness. Ideas are needed to defeat Prnssianism. Can't you help? We can get all the men we want by the great selective draft, yet we cannot got the ideas that these men can best use to their advantage. Try and do your bit! Don’t he a moral slacker! . Here is a hint, men! Get the IDEA that you can induce someone to subscribe to the great Y. M. C. A. Soldiers’ Fund by which you are given so many privi leges at the numerous shacks. Keep the ball rolling and let the good work go on. Get the idea that you can give somebody elsa the idea. Do it now. If you can’t do either of these things, don't grieve about it. Get the idea that you can be good and spread jov to others and you will reap the harvest of the seed y-m have sown. Get the idea! ONE C>F THE FIELI; BAKERY. George K. Yapp, General Secretary of the British Young Men's Christian Asso ciation, has been made by the King, a Knight of the Empire and is now Sir George Yapp. He has also been asked, because ol his efficiency in organizing association work, to undertake the pro motion of the Home Defence League for the government. CARELESSNESS. I have destroyed more men than all the wars of the world. I am more deadly than bullets, and I have wrecked more homes than the mightiest of siege guns. I steal, in the United States alone, over $300,000,000 each year. I spare no one, and I find my vic tims among the rich and poor alike; the young and the old: the strong and the weak; widows and orphans know me. I east my shadow over every field of labor from the turning pf the grin stone to the moving of every train. lam relentless. lam everywhere— in the home, on the street, In the fac tory, at railroad crossings and on the sea. I bring sickness, degradation and death, and yet few seek to avoid me. I destroy, crush or malm; .1 give nothing, but take all. I am your worst enemy. I AM CARELESSNESS! Nov. 21,1917. SUGGESTIONS FOR SLACKERS Now a great deal has been said about how everybody may do their bit. Numer ous articles have been written by indi viduals who, if less competent are at least as well known as myself. Sugges tions have been made which tell how the farmer may do his bit by raising some • crops, a phenomenon which he has re peatedly attempted in the past, but jrp parently never, up till the time of the war, accomplished. Remarks have been made pointing to the duty of the laborer, which in most instances seems to he to la bor. Father is told to do his bit by eating less meat and raising his own vegetables to fill the vacancy. Mother is told to do her bit by feeding the dog only one biscuit per day, whereas that worthy canine has in the past eaten two and buried one for a financial stringency dur ing a democratic administration. The re mainder of the household knit sweaters and attend Clubs for the Prevention of Homesickness Among Soldiers. But as yet nothing has been said about how the slacker may do his bit, and as a conse quence, I have been quite shocked on numerous occasions to find that he never does it. So, full of indignation that our uublic has overlooked the slacker, I feel that it is time he Was given his share of at tention. This should be done bv one capable of dealing with his str.tegic sit uation, such as myself of whom 1 have the honor to be whom. Now, I suggest that the slacker organ ize himself into clubs. That is the first prerequisite for deliberating movements, and the u«Mdter must not think of moving without deliberating. Congress never does, and .seldom then. Now, having thoroughly clubbed himself, the slacker should consider the following sugges tions, which I do not wish to make im perative upon the slacker, for he already has so much to bear. I suggest that the slacker be encour aged to join nitting societies. To nit seems to be a favorite pastime with him anyhow. Besides other nitting, he should be given lessons in knitting wristlets for the soldiers. I know of no greater so cial pastime for the slacker than learning to knit wristlets for the soldiers. Besides, an expert mathematician has figured out for me that the average slacker of mili tary age, who has no excuse for not joining the army except a dependent, watch-fob, has about enough energy to knit one wristlet per year. Think 'how many soldiers would be provided with wristlets if the war were to last one hun dred years! Then, I suggest that the slacker arouse the community by flag-raisings. Invita tions should be sent broadcast, 'particu larly to the young ladies. I know of no more inspiring sight than to see a num ber of stalwart slackers hoisting a flag to the top of the courthouse, tea room, or ijay barn, while the ladies cheer and the band plays "Go Johnny.” Besides, the use of flags will encourage the cot ton crop, and thereby give employment to the negro or the South. Also, there is a matter of grave con cern connected with the dependent bull dogs of those whom the cruel draft has sprung to arms overnight. Many who would have been good and faithful slack ers, have been tifged to enlist so firmly that they responded to the draft. Many were the sole support of bull dog pups, which though not artistic are recog nized as having a distinct bearing upon society. Now. slacker clubs should care for these bearings upon society and there by find profitable employment. Finally, the slacker should by all means utilize the "saving daylight” plan. I am quite grieved to find that the plan has not been generally adopted among our slackers. The idea is very simple. You set your clock forward an hour or so. Then, if you are guileless and unsophis ticated enough you can no doubt fool yourself into believing that it is the cor rect time of day. Slackers Should S set their watches forward at least three hours. Then .when it is about nine o’clock, time for the slacker to get up and put on his armor to kill another dav, he will remember that it is really only six o'clock, and will sleep until twelve. This will give him an extra three hours to loaf a might, and also save three hours of daylight in sleeping which other wise would have been wasted. For, as someone besides myself has very ably said, we must save everything, if the world is to be made safe for de mocracy and the slacker. Do You Know “The Marseillaise?” Below we give the English version of the French national anthem, although it is not a correct translation. We also give the original French version, which all the soldiers at Camp Hancock should learn: English Version. Ye sons of Freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary. Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land. When peace and liberty lie bleeding? CHORUS. J To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th’ avenging sword unsheaths'. March on, march on, all hearts resolved On liberty or death! The French Version. (Written by Rouget De Lisle.) Allens, enfants de la patrie Le jour de gloire est arrive. Centre nous de la tyrannic L’etendard sangiant est leve! L'etendard sangiant est level Entendez-vous qans les campagnes Mugir ces feroces soldats? Ils vinnent jusque dans nos bras Egorger nos fils, nos compagr.es. Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons, Marchons! Marchons! Qb’un sang impur abreuve nos silloas!