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TRENCH AND CAMP
CAMP HANCOCK, Augusta, Ga.
ED!TIdNTII,OOO.
GEO. B. LANDIS. Editor.
Publshed with the co-operaton of THE
HERALD PUBLISHING CO,
Augusta, Ga.
ISSUED LVERY WSDN"SDAY.
Vol. I—April~l7T~l9lß.—No. 28. "
Entered ns second-class matter, Feb.
,13th, 1918, at the post office at Augusta,
Georgia, under the Act of March 3, 1379.
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CAMP HANCOCK ARMY Y. M. C. A.
From the Office of The Augusta Herald
THE APATHIST!
How About Yourself?
‘■Something Is likely to nappen before
we get to the firing IJne— peace ( or a
revolution in Germany, or something.
And, anyway, the government is run
ning this show, and taxing the life out
of us to do it. The government doesn’t
need’ my help. I’m just one in a hun
dred million. Let .the fellows who have
the money and time to spare do the
shouting. I’ve got all I can attend to
keeping up with my growing business.”
You’ve heard Mr. Apathist talk just
like that. I have, anyway. He has ten
tons of coal in his cellar when the state
fuel administrator says the limit is two;
there are a hundred pounds of sugar in
his pantry when the grocer is allowing
but three pounds a week to a family of
four; he burns up gasoline joy riding on
Sundays when the government begs the
people to help conserve the supply on
hand.
What’s the matter with this chap?
I’ll tell you. He is afflicted with mental
myopia. He is devoid oi imagination.
He Is a materialist, a hedonist, an un
spiritual clod of clay—-elf-centered as a
turtle buried in the mud. Hq believes
only in what is jammed up to his nose—
what he can taste, touch, smell, and
hear. He can’t visualize this war; he
couldn’t do it if he was furnished with a
telescope that would give him a close
up of the bloody trenches in Flanders or
an audiphone that would let him hear
the roar of the great guns. The mimicni
he put the instruments aside he would
lapse into his former sense of alofness
from the scene. Three thousand miles
away! What interest could he have in a
thing so remote? If the Germans were
fighting on the next block—why, yes!
He’d grab his gun and go out with the
neighbors to head ’em off. He’d fight for
his home with any man. But across the
seas!
That’s your apathist! Dear Lord,
how 1 would like to put a pin in every
chair he sits in—in every bed he lies in—
in every shoe he walks in—in every hat
he ticks his head in. If 1 could only
prod him, body and soul, until he was
all awake and alive, and would pitch in
and do as he —man’s work for the holiest
cause humanity’s sun ever flamed on! If
I only could. „
- —The Outlook.
“WRITE WITH A SMILE”
There are millions of American citi
zens today, chiefly mothers, sisters,
wives and sweethearts, who are helping
to Germanize this country as effectively
as though they harbored German spies
and set off German bombs. How? By
weeping, rebelling, repining, whining or
complaining when their boy sets out •as
a knight of old, to slay the Prussian
dragon. Millions of Americans who
imagine themselves 16yal are guilty of
mental desertion and emotional treason.
They have sent their boy to the front
with a heavy heart, a sad memory, a
mind full of worry, and the poison of de
jection thinning and cooling his blood.
Then they write him weak, whimpering
letters, perhaps not knowing when a sol
dier gets a down-hearted letter from
home, his fighting power drops 30 to 60
per cent, according to the temperment of
the soldier and the contents of the let
ter. What difference does it make
whether an American soldier is wounded
by a German missile or by an American
■missive? He is wounded just the same,
isn't he—Edward Earle Purinton in The
Independent.
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THIRD LIBERTY LOAN AND PATRIOTISM;
NOT PHILANTHROPY AT 41-4 PER CENT
Purchase of United States Liberty Loan Bonds, Aside From
Patriotic Duty, is Good Business—Promotes Habit
of Thrift.
April 6th, 1918. —A new loud call is
heard for the funds to wage the war. A
carefully planned campaign is launchel
with vigor. It Is expected by the Secre
tary of the Treasury to go “over the top’’
with three billion dollars subscribed from
twenty-seven million persons. The thrift
of the people of the United States will
not only be tested but will be developed’
by this campaign. Tens of thousands of
men, women and children who before the
war had made no effort to. save will now
be compelled to save because of the pa
triotic demands upon their pocket books
for war purposes. Os course this is pa
triotism which requires but little sacri
fice as it carries with it four and one
fourth per cent, interest.
Miss Octavia Hill in days of peace
made possible the slogan “Philanthropy
and Four Per cent,” in reference to the
erection of homes for working men. At
the present time "Patriotism and 4 1-4
Per Cent” interest and no taxes on the
income is good business, and not philan
thropy at all.
Great Wealth of America.
To eb sure, the United States is a
wealthy nation. The total wealth by the
latest estimates is more than one hun
dred and fifty billion dollars. If this
were divided among every man, woman
and child in the country tt would give us
each eighteen hundred dollars to jingle
in our pockets. From this surplus wealth
outside our daily earnings we ought to be
able to contribute something to the Third
Libertyl Loan to enable our soldiers and
their Allies to accomplish the task to
which they have devoted their strength
and their time.
Many Money Demands Met.
Back home people are "Hooverizing.”
To the heatless and eatlese days, some
wag has add the "kissless days.” Rum
mage sales, charity balls, amateur thea
tricals, are devoted to raising some
money for worthy objects. Numerous
financial campaigns for French orphans,
for Armenian and Belgian refugees, for
blinded soldiers, for convalescents, for
the Red Cross, Y. M. C. A., Knights of
NEW ERA EVIDENT
IN THE HOLY CITY
Jerusalem Reawakened. In
dustry Revived. Distress
Vanished With Ousting of
Hun and Turk.
London, April 9.—Jerusalem’s first
Easter since the British occupation was
celebrated with quiet solemnity, says
Reutcr's correspondent in the Holy City.
The usual swarms of pilgrims who
throng Jerusalem at this season were
missing naturally, but their place was
taken to some extent by khaki-clad fig
ures who participated in the services of
both the Protestant and Catholic churches
"Pontifical mass,” the correspondent
adds, "was observed in the Church of
the Holy Sepulchre, and was attended by
the Governor of Jerusalem and numerous
officers, including a representative of
the French Government’. The Passover
coincided with our festival, and was
celebrated with a new meaning of joy for
the Jews in the occupied territory.
“Although our occupation dateq only
four months back, the very atmosphere
of this region seems to have undergone j
a change. Distress has vanished and j
sickness and fear no longer are at the |
threshold of the towns and villages. .
Everywhere there is evidence of reviving I
industry and prosperity. What has con
tributed more than anything else to im
mediate relief has been the employment
of thousands of natives upon the repair
of roads. Entire households work to
gether in little groups breaking stone.
They draw fair wages, which are paid
regularly. The roads in the neighbor
hood of the bigger towns are lined some
times for miles with busy laborers,
Christians, Moslems, and Jews, men, wo
men, and children. Roadmaking an*
repairing provide an occupation for all
who are able to work.
“Everybody realizes that a new era has
dawned for the land. The Bedouins can
graze their flocks in peace and security,
and husbandmen can till the soil with the
knowledge that they will not be robbed
of the fruits of their labor. The roads
which are being built solidly in every di
rection and the railway to Egypt will in
sure them easy disposal of their surplus
yiel and the means of satisfying their
wants as regards imports from abroad.
The benefits of a rule of liberty and jus
tice already are making themselves felt,
and the people are beginning to feel a !
lively gratitude to the British soldier whe
moves in their midst showing them noth- j
ing bus kindness, fairness, and good nat
ure.”
HEROISM AND CHIVALRY
During one fierce engagement a Brit- 1
ish officer saw a German officer impaled
on the barbed wire, writhing in anguish, j
The fire was dreadful, yet he still hung I
there unscathed. At length the British I
officer could stand it no longer. He said
quietly: "I can’t bear to look at that
poor chap any longer." So he went out
under the hail of shell, released him. took ,
him on his shoulders, and carried him to
. the German trenehes. The fire ceased.
I Both sides watched the act with wonder.
Then the commander in the German
trench came forward, took from his own
bosom the Iron Cross, and pinned it on
the breast of the British officer.—From
Conningsby Dawson's "Carry On.”
Columbus, Hebrew War Work, Fesdick
Commission Soldier Clubs, and the Amer
ican Library Association, indicate the un
usual number of demands upon those at
home who are generously inclined. It is
possible that no individual has done too
much.
Unique Scheme to Raise Money.
One town in the middle west has at
tempted a unique scheme. On one day
each week, whistles are blown for a half
hour and each person in the town con
tributes his income for that period to a
common fund from which allotments are
made to benevolent undertakings of a
general character.
Liberty Bonds and Soldiers.
In the camps the soldiers have been
called upon in the past to give up a cer
tain amount of their pay for worthy ob
jects. Many have made allotments to
dependents, even when these were not
compulsory. In the Second Liberty Loan
Campaign, Camp Hancock soldiers sub
scribed for more than one million four
hundred and ninety thousand dollars, and
in this camp alone more than three hun
dren million dollars’ worth of insurance
was taken out prior to April 12th, on
which date this golden opportunity passed
for those who had joined the army be
fore December 14th. There has been a
tendency on the part of some to reduce
their allotments and some have found
ways of securing money on Liberty Loan
Bonds, for which they had partly paid.
There is still some money in camp for
gambling and foolishness though the total
squandered is comparatively small.
The Habit of Thrift.
Habits of saving developed during army
experience will be of inestimable value
on the return to civilian life. A small
capital for investment when teh war is
over will enable a returned soldier rapid
ly to make for himself a solid place In the
business world. He is a short-sighted
army man who does not arrange for con
siderable saving during these days, when
Uncle Sam is providing him with bed,
board, alothing and most of the neces
sities of life. G. B. L.
INDIAN NAMES THAT
WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN
"Ye say they all have passed away.
That noble race and brave;
That their light canoes have vanished
From off the crested wave;
That, ’mid the forests where they
roved.
There rings no hunter’s shout;
But thir name is on your waters —
Ye may not wash it out.
“’Tls where Ontario’s billow
Like ocean's surge is curled,
Where, strong Niagara's thunders wake
The echo of the world;
Where red Missouri bringeth
Rich tribute from the west.
And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps
On green Virginia’s breast.
“Old Massachusetts wears it
Within her lofty crown,
And broad Ohio bears it
Amid his young renown.
Connecticut hath wreathed it
Where her quiet foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse
Through all her ancient caves.
"Wachusett hides its lingering voice
Within its rocky heart,
And Alleghany graves its tone
Throughout his lofty chart.
Monadnock, on his forehead hoar,
Doth seal the sacred trust;
Your mountains build their monument,
Though ye destroy their dust.’
—By Mrs. Sigourny.
HOW “BUTVH"
LED IN PRAYER
The tale of “Butch,” an enlisted man
of one of our machine gun companies
now in France, is told by a corre-l
spondent with the American Expedi-I
tionary Forces. Butch is rated a pretty'
hard "hombre” —honest, efficient and
faithful as they make them, but not
very careful about his language and;
more than willing to scrap most any'
one any time. He and th‘e chaplain
are excellent friends, however. After
some persuasion, with arguments ad- !
dressed to his sense of fair play, Butch
■was induced to promise that some day
he would attend a church service. On
the Sunday he chose, as it happened,
the chaplain had been called away just
before services and a visiting chaplain
occupied the pulpit. The rest of thd
fellows seeing Butch up in front werej
glad to have him with them.
The visiting chaplain looked out
over the congregation of freshly’
shaved, sprucely dressed soldiers top
someone to lead in prayer. Somehow
his eyes fastened on red-haired Butch
sitting only a few feet away. The llt-l
tie congregation grew tense as they*
waited for the chaplain to speak. You
could just feel he was going to call)
on Butch.
He did.
"Will this young man kindly lead)
ns In prayer?” he asked.
Butch got up. Every eye was on!
him. Everyone wondered how he’d
make out, being called on like that)
the first time he had been to church
in years.
But Butch was equal to the emer-i
gency.
"Let us have five minutes of sileni
meditation,” said Butch.
April 17.
A FATHER’S THOUGHTS
Because I am his father, they
Expect me to put grief away;
Because I am a man and rough
And sometimes short of speech and gruff,
The women folks at home believe
His absence doesn’t make me grieve;
But how I felt, they little know
The day I smiled and let him go.
They little know the dreams I had
Long cherished for my sturdy lad;
They little guess the wrench it meant
That day when off to war he went;
They little know the tears I checked
While standing, smiling and erect;
They never heard my smothered sigh
When it was time to say s-tlby.
"What Coes his father think and say?”
The ne'ghbors ask from day to day.
"Oh, he's a man,” they answer then,
“And you know how it is with men.
But little do they ever say
They do not feel the self-same way;
He seems indifferent and grim
And yet he's very proud of him.”
Indifferent and grim! Oh, heart
Be brave enough to play the part
Let not your real grief be shown.
Keep ail your loneliness unknown.
To you the women folks must turn
For comfort when their sorrows burn.
You must not at this time revc 1
The pain and anguish that you feel.
Oh, tongue be silent through the years
And eyes keep back always the tears.
And let them never see or know
My hidden weight of grief and woe.
Though every golden dream I had
Was centered in. my little lad;
Alone my sorrow I must bear.
They must not know how much I care.
T1 'srh women - may talk and w-?p,
A man, unseen, his grief must keep,
And hide behind his smile and pride
The ’ Alness that dwells inside.
And so, from day to day, I go.
Playing the part of man, although
Beneath the rough outside and grim,
I think and dream and pray for him.
—EDGAR A. GUEST.
AT YOUR SERVICE,
UNCLE SAMMIE
(By C. M. Senseman, 242 East 149th
Street, New York Chy.
Forward boys, our country needs us
In the line where duty calls,
To protect and shield the nation,
Avoid disaster ’ere she falls;
Ev’ry mother’s son will answer
Who is noble, firm and true
To the colors of our free land
Which we love, red, white and blue.
'Tho not eager for a conflict
We’re at hand to meet the task
To demand a perfect freedom
O’er land and sqa and that must
last;
So we'll shoulder arms together
As our dad’s in days of yore,
Stand for liberty at all times
And Columbia ever-more.
If the foe is bound to force us,
'Tho we’re patient and love peace,
We’ll march forward with all vigor
And let them know the strike must
cease;
When the battle then is over
And the vict’ry we have won,
’Twas the army and the navy,
Praise to ev’ry noble son.
Chorus.
At your service, Uncle Sammie
For we know you’ll do your best
For America and her rifrhts
When you’re forced to make the
test;
To be neutral you have tarried,
An all-wise way to pursue,
At your service, Uncle Sammie,
Boys of the flag, red, white and blua.
A NIGHTMARE IN THE JUG
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! The battle was on, we began a supreme
drive,
• The 109th Battalion was the first to ar-
rive;
*We jumped to our positions, as one hu-
man hand
' And started to fire over No Man’s Land.
, The guns were working and pumping
well.
Sending our enemies on to hell.
I V.'e kept up the fire, one continuous
sound;
■ The German bodies were strewn all
around;
Then came a shout and we all stood still—
!A voice we-knew came over the hill:
! "Go on, brave lads, your guns you can
step,
| Take your pistols in hand and go over
the top.”
j Go over we did, the command was terse,
1 Lieut. , he owned that voice.
I We to'-’ he Hun trenches, man to man,
I And cleaned up the skunks, like an Am
erican can.
! We marched to Berlin, to the Hun city
hall
! And put President Wilson’s picture all
over the wall.
' Their flags we pulled down, bloody and
i gorey
In their place we hauled up “Old Glory.”
We made the Huns sing the Red, White
and Blue,
Then got a Hun cook ,to make Irish
stew.
Lieut. and the Kaiser, were hav-
ing a bout —
It lasted three minutes, the Kaiser was
out.
I was just about to cheer, when out rang
a shot
I grabbed for a Hun, and fel.l of my cot.
Such a wonderful dream so wierd and
lurkey.
I guess it was Sunday’s dinner of turkey.
By JACK H. LANDAU,
Co. C, 109th M. G. Bat., Camp Hancock,
Augusta, Ga.
