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Hi v‘ I Qi R skxa %' /A\ 'W 3 nt PWJE it hay al. speaking of the sarjint al maiks me remind it of -what it was 1 was going to put in this letter witch is about the sarjint 5 but not so mutch about the sarjint hisself as about what he carries a round with him all the time and maiks him a sarjint. this thing al that the sarjint has to maik him different from a pryvat is his whistafl witch he carries on a chain in his pockit and blows on when he is wanting to maik a pryvat do sumthing or get the bunch quiet It down ‘or something, you realeyes al that their has been no whlstall in my life eggzept what i have put into it myself by using 2 fingers in my mouth & blowing & you know al what a sound 1 can maik so that the girls will skreach and put there hands over there ears. 1 of got up by the alarm clok in the a. m. & quit work by the time clok but no whistall so that it was new stuff when 1 come out hear to this can Tenement & find a whistall is 1 of the mane things about beeing a soldger. the Ist time this whistall blue al It was something 1 knew nothing about & of coarse wasent expect it to be up on all the fine points of this galm. well when the whistall blue the Ist time i heard It al 1 stuck my fingers in my mouth and let out .1 of those blasts like the 1 that maid the girls put there hands over there ears. 1 thot every one lookt at me as if here is some guy that can whistall with his mouth better than the stiff up their with HBCRUITB BBCOMB GL'AIIOSMBN In many cantonments affected, the question has been discussed as to just what is the status of recruits transferred from the National Army to the National Guard. This question is disposed of officially by the an nouncement that all such transferred men are taken up on the National Guard rolls of the organizations to which they are assigned. They be come National Guardsmen in every respect and will be treated in every way as original members of the or \ ganization, according to a memoran dum issued from the Adjutant-Gen eral’s office. Page 8 For Pure Whistling Private Jim Is There, But— BY OUR OWN RING W. LARDNER ! “BRINGING HOME THE BACON” - "w OF tin m O/ 4 iiiiM. hJi II 11? ill llllllllillill I i Olin 111 ll ttllllllili Willß I ;, 'i w sll!i I! 11 MW fffi WM B f/j f HJhH Awf Ml / "Wv \ 'Mtf/ ' VA } A ) AAzUzXj FR.ANK HINES/ K I / th. / F I T i// fl BAND. CAMP LOGAH, ■ W O • TE ’ l - \aP Ify -■ . * One of the drawings submitted in the Trench and Camp Cartoon Contest. Announcement of the winner of the wrist watch will be made in the next issue of Trench and Camp Dear friend al: well al by now when you get this letter 1 am getting so that 1 woodent chainge this life tigar as a soldger for the old job as long as this here war sticks around witch i hope will be some time take it from your old pal. their is a bunch of reasons why 1 am feeling this way about what i menshun about not quiting this life but one of the mane ones is that i am sealing on the whole better than i ever of felt In my life befoar witch is saying a good deel after the par ties 1 and you ust to have usent we to al. They is fine food now and we have heat in our bareux witch we havent had rite along because the sarjint told me the guvmint dident want to have no men geting over heated and then mebbe catching cold or something worse than cold witch is some times caut the sarjint says by men just starting into the army. he clames the guvmint take precautions vs the men geting coid feat by makelng the bare ux cold so they will only have cold feat but also cold in the other parts of them not there leaf, this system al is a good one as it makes a fellas feat the same as the rest of him so that their aint such a thing as cold feat witch you can under stand after my giving you this dope on WANTED NO HINDRANCES “Yes, I’s registered all right, and I’s already concreted; what you gonna join, de infamy or de cal vary ?’’ "No calvary for me. I’s goin’ in dat infamy. When de Genrul sound de word ‘Retreat,’ dis nigger don’ wan’ to be bothered with no boss.” ADDING TO THEIR PLEASURE “Look here. Why do you have ‘Keep Off the Grass’ signs all over the park? You- don’t enforce the rule.” “No, sir,” said the guard. “The sign is there to make people enjoy being on the grass.” TRENCH AND CAMP chev runs onto his sleaves can with a tin 1. mebbe i shouldent say it myself but my whistall with two fingers was over the like a tent and nobody could help but notus it. after 1 had blue there was nothing doing for severall minnits, finely the serjint blue on his whistall agen and all tho it was just a tin whistall and of coarse it couldent be maid like a humen bean their was sumthing about that whistall of the sarjints that wasent nice, it seemed to say well whats rong hear and it was a longer whistall than the first blast he blue, well al the blast was hardly moar than over with when i ups with my 2 fingers and let me say to you al their wood of ben sum screaching of the girls could of heard that blast witch i pulled to show’ up the 1 of the sarjints. i kepp the 2 fingers in my mouth for about 30 sekonds and every fella in that buntch lookt around to me as mutch as to pass the remark their is 1 for the sarjint to beat, i felt in my own mind their is no dainger of the sarjint beating that 1 with no tin whistall becaus al it is only by flesh & blud that sutch a wistall can be pulld. after 1 had took my fingers from out of my mouth their was nothin doing in that room only sllunts. their must of ben about 5 minnits worth of silunts al after i had showed up the sarjint with my whistall. i and you know one and other well enuf al so that you will realeyes that their was no hard sealing on my part about this little competishun with the sarjint. but al i doant believ he felt that their way about it for after the 5 minnits of silunts was past and gone he hollered out who did that, he hollered in such a weigh that their was no doubt that he felt he had lost out in the whistalling. 1 wasent wanting to boast about my whistall but when the sarjint hol lered who was it 1 could only admit that it was mine even if ft did look a llttel as like i was chesty about it witch i wasent you know me al. well al i stept out and said come hear sarjint and ile be glad to give you the dope on how to whistall my weigh, he got red in the face as mutch as to say i never could get a w’eigh with whistalling with my 2 fingers as you have but he only said step up this way witch i did. well al instead of him letting me give him the dope on MY whistall he blows his whistall agen and tells a couple of reglar soldgers with eweniforms that fit them to put me into some kind of a house witch they did. 1 was only their 2 days al but it was two days wrestfuly spent as i hadent to do mutch of nothing but just sit around. well al now i am ust to the punk whistalling witch the sarjint pulls on his tin 1 and when it blows i get up in the a. m. or come to atenshun or stop talking in the ranx or grab my mest kit and run down to meat or do whatever it is the whistall is blowing 4 even if it is punk & i could do better with nay 2 fingers. 1 of lernd that it aint the whistall that counts but the guy behind it. your old pal, PRIVATE JIM. NO “SPRINGING UP” FOR HIM It was in a churchyard. The morn ing sun shone brightly and the dew was still on the grass. “Ah, this is the weather that makes things spring up,” remarked a passerby casually to, an old gentleman seated on a bench. “Hush!” replied the old gen tleman. “I’ve got three wives buried here.” ’ * MAIL IT TO .MOTHER Trench and Camp contains news of all the cantonments in the country and yours particularly. Send this paper back to Caa home folks. Nov. 21, 1917. HER INJUSTICE ’ The bride received her husbancl with even more than usual affection.' "Charlie, dear, I have done you a, great injustice,” she coped. “How’s that?” “I thought you were deceiving me. and I asked every one of your man* friends if you knew how to play, poker. They all said that you didn’t* CIPHER STUFF “My wife and I live as one.” "My wife and I live as ten.” “How’s that?” “She’s one and I’m nothing.”