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119TH ORDNANCE
DEPOT BOMBS
Reynolds and Taylor staked a private
little'drill last Monday morning when they
left the remainder of the company and
strolled down the drill field in separate
file.
Blue eyed Ed says if there is anything
he hates it is to have to walk over a dol
lar bill and pass it up and then have
some guy in back of him break ranks and
nail said wealth.
Ordnance Sergeant Murray Houser, un
precedented leader of Platoon No. 2 has
the distinction of beating Blocker out for
first place in the mess line two succes
sive meals. We’ve sure got to hand it
to the Altoona Whirlwind.
Bender holds all mess hall records for
cantelope devouring. That is—his mess
plate demonstrated that he was “right
on the job.”
Moon has established a new fad of
resting until the company starts off in
formation. Some sleeper that lad.
Check Evans has evidently landed him
self a home down in Augusta. The alert
mess sergeant is visiting the city quite
frequently of late.
We know a certain big blue eyed ser
geant, who is right guide of a certain rifle
drilled company in this camp, (no we
won’t tell you his name) who, after bor-
Contributing for Supply Depot Notes.
Cy Hecker Q. M. C
Barron.... Ordnance Depot
Kennedy Truck Co. 33?
Byerly Bakery
Schneller > Fire Co.
Sec’y Harry E. Bicksler
Y. M. C. A. Tent 234.
This is our corner in Trench and Camp
and we want it to be the very best, most
interesting and newsy part of the paper
for the men in our corner to read and
send home, marked so that the. folks at
home can share your interests. If you
think of a good item write it and hand
it to the editor of your company, or drop
it in the red box on the counter at the
Y tent.
Tent 234—Harry E. Bicksiey, Sec’y.
Thursday, 8:30. Dr. Thomas, Methodist
camp pastor, will speak. He will be ac
companied by Misses Jenkins and :>
couple of other young ladies from the St.
John Methodist church, who will sing.
Friday. 8:45, Movies.
Saturday, 8:45, Special Movies.
Sunday, 8:30, Dr. Bell, Lutheran camp
pastor, will speak, lie will be accom
panied by singers from the Lutheran
church of Augusta.
Monday Night—Be sure to inquire, for
we expect a good program, but are unable
to announce it at present.
Tuesday. 8:45, Movies.
KWICK KWIBBS FROM THE
KAMP KWARTERMASTER
KORPS
The Marriage Market of the Q. M. Corps.
Really this marrying stunt is becoming
alarming, it’s getting so that it is hardly
safe for a girl to venture near without
someone proposing, poor saps, little do
they know what’s in store for them—
Oh well they are brave soldiers—.
Our company clerk Sgt. Schell has tak
en that sacred vow this week—poor
girl—if she but knew—he’s a good skate
at that—with a little training he will
make a good husband.
Prvt. Becker of the Finance dept, was
seen trodding down the beaten path of
Broad St., in Augusta, giving the boys
a treat—his new wife clinging on his
arm for fear he would go A. W. O. L.,
fear not friend wife, you won’t lose him
—he’s in the army s’ great life that
EH mourners—.
Wouldn’t it be a great racket if all
you had to do was make a requisition for
one.
A few of the select pole climbers and
wire tappers of the Electric detail were
entertained in honor of Sgt. Morris of
the Electric plant (upon his birthday an
niversary—don’t know how old he was—
but believe me it was some party—Sgt.
Jenson tried to queer the party with
his table manners, eating with both his
hands for fear he would miss something
—all in all it sure was some layout—
and it was some job to feed that hungry
mob—congratulations Sarge old boy and
here’s hoping we will be with you to cel
ebrate next year—all the credit is due
Mrs. Morris for arranging the affair —
what could man do without woman.
Stockholm our red faced boy is home
on a furlough—there will be rest in
camp—Mott Fletcher is getting more
sleep too since he’s gone.
Sgt. Mike Shelly doesn’t care how long
tho war will last-—plenty of sleep—lots
to eat and gaining weight—hard life
EH M ike—on your .
Top Private Paul N. Frickie Helfrlck
is complaining these days—to think he
has gained about (50) pounds, he has to
lose it—-too much drilling for him.
I wonder who the swell looking petty,
Sgt. Mims goes to see in North Augus
ta, he won’t take me along for fear I’ll
jim the party—s’ all right we will both
go up yonder together some day.
Nig. Schlechter is having the time of
his young life these days, picking the
swell broads down town he says I
wish they would quit bothering me—-
where does he get that stuff —get me a
shot will yuh.
The Ordnance Depot must have a swell
farm, notice they had to get two of our
boys to help them in their farming, con
sidering they were farmers two runs
wasn't so bad Eh boys—up with the nap
kins we have company—.
Nothing very exciting this week, work
ing hard as usual, we had services the
other day very impressive, we hung a
service flag for one of our men who
transferred to the Machine Gun Co., S’
good joke if you haven’t heard it lately.
We will have some unconscious wit by
Private Aubrey who claims to be a writ
er, in the very near future. Thass all for
now, write me soon sweetheart, —give
my brother your regards N’EVERY
THING.
“CY” HECKER. I
TRENCH AND CAMP
SUPPLY DEPOTS
119TH STAR SHELLS
Sergeant Tillie is up to his old tricks.
Once more we caught him weeping over
Robert Chamber’s latest. He is such a
sympathetic soul—oh yes'.
Noah is our prize buzzard. Watch him
give way under the strain of retreat and
belt for the irtess-hall.
Well, boys, we had that thirty-five dol
lar meal. Buy more canteen books and
we'll get ice in our Adam’s ale.
Lightning Reynolds is justifying his
sobriquet. You should have seen him
sprint for the 6:13 the other night. Ya
gotta bandit tuh thuh old boy. He’s got
'em: ‘‘Some mute inglorious Milton” may
yet arise who will sing his praises to
the limit he deserves.
Georgia Bird has been lamentably de
linquent in his attendance at the African
golf eliminations. We wonder if it is a
woman. God forbid.
Dago Houser was put in command of
the awkward squad. Why pick on fair
Altoona's entry?
Lieutenant Pat has gone, but boys
W-; novel shall forget him.
11-d drill the company eighteen hours
If the Major would but let him
(Net “Dad” Kinnanc.)
Sirgt. Lafean is still looking for the
practical joker who duped him into hunt
ing platoon covers and rifles ranges in
the warehouse. He suspects Ed Lower
but then you know Ed is a six-footer.
Hail to the new Lieutenant! Those
corporals who are studying "vocal" wel
come his coming, because he loves to
hear you sing them out.
Woe to the horse-wrangler who ripped
Pop Delone's pet bridle. They raise scrap
pers up Harrisburg way.
Isn't Sgt. Schafer the sweetest teacher,
girls, and hasn’t he the cutest school
room? How we love to see him scratch
his dainty nose.
Koenig has been raving all day about
how much he learned in his week at
school. Score another for Cleveland.
(They will be last In the American Lea
gue.)
Wo congratulate Lieut. Patterson for
signing up with a big league team. Some
of us will be. here in the bushes until
peace is declared.
Corp. Nelter has read and wept.
Colleary is having a fine time deciding
what kind of oil to use on the office
floor.
Aintitahelluvanote that we have to en
dure the agonies of our buglers.
Last evening
We happened to look out of our tent
And we saw—•
Oh! ye gods!
We saw a certain
Well-known sergeant with his arms
Twined lovingly,
Yes, even devotedly, around a popular
Private’s neck.
’Twere but a platitude to say
That we were shocked, astounded, mor
tified, distressed.
That such a thing
Should hap within the confines of our
camp.
Let no man judge!
Since interviewing a certain sergeant’s
fair one, we refuse longer to claim mem
bership in the Frigid Order of Misogy
nists.
Fire House News
The question of the hour is "When will
our fire houses be completed?”
♦ * »
Privates Frank and Fisher are at pres
ent away on furlough. Oh, how we envy
the lucky devils.
• • *
Anyone wishing to know how to start a
Ford truck without cranking can find
out from Privates Sowash, Sharp, or God
dard.
» • *
Sergeant Schaller and Private Maffitt
returned Monday after spending their
furlough with home folks. They say the
girls were all smiles. Wonder if we could
n’t get a furlough.
* * •
Tho boys were all rubbering at the
eclipse of the sun Saturday afternoon,
but they would rather like to see an
eclipse of the kaiser.
• * *
Sergeant Baker has spent many hours
trying to figure out the mail service. Save
your brains, Sarge, they know you are
married.
• ♦ ♦
The boys are having a tough time of it
getting back to camp at 11:30 every night.
Yes, it must be hard to leave her so
early.
Sergeant Huebotter has been appointed
Reclamation Officer for his company. So
far he has quite a collection and says he
intends to go into the “junk business”
after the war.
rowing a number of articles finally as
sumed the attitude that he was proper
ly--clothed to visit Augusta ami incident
ally a young lady. The couple were last
seen coming from church. Wonder if any
new licenses have been issued in the
Richmond county courthouse.
Schenk and Shaw, the two buglers (?)
say they enjoy blowing Reveille because
everyone thinks it is Mess (a mess) and
come running out of their tents. ’Tis
rumored that these two horn artists are
soon to be introduced to a firing squad
and shown how such a squad performs its
rightful duties.
Blackman is now the proud recipient
of a new cotton suit. It fits like the
paper on the wall.
Lafean has a bad babbit of talking in
his sleep. According to latest reports
Blumenthal stays awake nights to hear
the secret midnight rumblings.
Ask Bender what he thinks of the
sweet scented shaving lotion Sergeant
Lower decorates his beaming countenance
witn after removing the nasty whiskers
on said ccur.t enance each week.
Tha “Abentown Kid", better known as
“King of the I rough Boys," wants to
know what a fellow is going to do when
he gives a command to his tentmates
and they individually make an offer to
take him outside and rub his nose in
the dust —each one offering to do it in
shorter time than the other.
Ulmer and Schenk are now at logger
The boys are now wondering what to do
with their "blue denims." No more K. P.
duty.
» * *
Among the other talent we have is Pri
vate Roach who. is known from mess hall
to moss hall as the greatest eater in the
army. He sure hates the mess sergeants.
“No seconds” Sign.
* * *
Ask Private Sowash what he was
dreaming about Monday night. "Halt!
You don't know what I know.” But be
prepared to run.
• • •
Sergeant Kauffman is on his toes. Boys,
behave or you won't go to town some of
these days.
« > •
“Old Sol” has been on extra duty the
past week. It’s been 103 in the shade
and no shade all week. Turn on the
electric fan.
♦ * »
The canteen on Wheless road is get
ting to be a popular place for the boys.
What is the cause, is there more cream
in the ice cream, boys?
« * »
Lost we forget, we desire to extend
(hanks to’ "Shorty” Bixler of Y Tent No.
234, for his assistance in entertaining the
boys. With tho exception of but a few
nights ho. always has "something doing”
to feed the minds and hearts of all.
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Our laureate Private Gleason submits
the following for your unanimous ap
proval:
Most heroes are dead,
Hut some are alive,
And you will find 43
In fire Company 325 ,
For when there is trouble,
They arc right on tho scene;
Are these brave Knights
Os the well known "Pyrne.”
So here's to the heroes.
Brave men that they are;
As they follow their leader,
Lieut. H. L. Spahr. —J. P. E.
Hot Stuff From
Bakery Co. 366
GIRLS! ATTENTION!
Beware of the heart-breakers named
below:
They arc Sergeant Wesley Wowman;
Privates Frank Cordelia Morris. Fernando
Wanita Posey, and Louise Elizabeth nel
lie Jane. W. H. Blount. (The initial H.
Is for Viola.) The smiles which these
“birds” Hash on the fair sex remind one
of the lovely smile on the face of a mule,
when he is eating hay mixed with saw
briars. This is especially true of Frank
Cordelia Morris. And we feel quite sure
that the girls fail to hide their smiles
when they see Private Fernando Wanita
Posey, because the first time we saw him
the whole Bakery Co. “smiled out loud”.
And girls do beware of Louise Elizabeth
Nellie Jane W. H. Blount, (remember “H”
is for Viola). His smiling lips, like Cupid’s
bows (?) and his honeyed word which
make you feel like as you felt when com
ing down on an elevator in a depart
ment. store for the first time; will cause
you many "bitter-sweet” heart throbs in
the end. His ruthlessness as a heart
breaker is only equalled by that of the
Kaiser as a baby-killer. As for Sgt.
Bowan —Oh! well girls he Is "Easy Piek
in.’ ” ly you have matrimony on your
mind, and want a twenty-six year old
boy (?) to break from his bad habits,
then take a ‘tip’ from Bakery 366—that
Sgt. Wesley Lucile Bowan. is to be had
for the asking His bad habits are eat
ing to much and singing solos. Once he
started singing ‘‘l’m a little bird” but
before he finished the first verse, a larga
antique tomato struck him with sick
ening thud right between his eyes, and
then—Little. Birdie flew. Again we say
—Girls beware of these heart-breakers.
They break hearts with as little com
punction as they would feel over pushing
their grandmothers' little ducks into a
hide the key if Fernando Wanita Posey Is
branch. Lock up your hearts girls and
around because if you reject his tender
plea, he then becomes a "Fright”. And
listen girls this is a secret between you
and the Bakery Co. Wanita Possey is the
guy who because she rejected his suit
for her band; tied Mary Skoopentakum on
the railroad track. But little Mary was
rescued by "Blondy” Irene Nelson. Blondy
is a hero (?) More later.
NUTZKI.
A WICKED LIMERICK.
The. train ft Is a wicked thing.
The engine smokes all day.
And draws along the Chew-Chew cars
And tanks up by the way.
.—From Rilroad Magazine.
heads to find out which one shall play re
treat on Saturdays.
Bad news telling of"ttre* serious tilness
of his mother came to Private Powefe
last week. We all join in extending our
deepest sympathies and wishing sincere
ly that a speedy recovery will .be the
outcome of this illness.
Farlinger and Childress, The Broad
Street kids are now inseparable. They
have settled all civil war differences and
some say they have even been seen out
walking together with their arms linked.
How about it Farley?
One of the chapters in the History of
the 119th Ordnance Depot Co., will be
entitled “Who tore the crown piece of
the bridle in the Q. M and blamed it on
the Ordnance?” It will he the sequel of
“Target Lumber which the Q. M. didn’t
get.”
Dop Dclone has been checking over the
returns so much that he is at It all
night. Very early one morning he had
progressed as far as “Red, white and
blue box, check”. Madden murmured
“Two cups”. We wonder If he meant
“Two glasses”.
Corp. Olsen is a regular fish in the
outdoor swimming ponds. His favorite
sport is “duckim”.
Corp. Meek and Serg. Barron have tak
en to the stage. We don’t see why they
failed to get the Irish bouquets at their
first appearance.
“Jap has gone back to his old job as
bartender. We believe that he dispenses
softer sluff than he “uster”.
AskdSgt. Schafer about the girl-lie gavo
the once-over on Saturday night, but be
prepared. He admits he is a box-fighter.
Corporal Childress and Sergeant of Ord
nance T. Elmer Moon, came near renew
ing civil war hostilities when the former
busted into the Machine Gun Shop the
other day and addressed the latter as
"Mooney.”
Sergeants Schafer and Bender were
visiting Augusta friends Saturday eve
ning—News Item.
The Garden of Allah, at the Murphy
Carnival last week must have been partly
owned by Private Rollo. We judge this
from the number of visits this astute
young thespian paid the carnival grounds.
Schoenrock says he is just about the
toughest thing in Camp Hancock. He and
Kerched w r ere indulging in a fierce battle
of words last Sunday.
The old colored preacher visited us on
Sunday and much to his sad disappoint
ment the collection was light. He there
fore postponed his sermon until next pay
day,
“From church to North Augusta. In
three hours.” By a sergeant.
Private Archibald Lacey, commonly
known mid warehouse channels as “Red”
is visiting the Milledgeville road quite
frequently lately. Found yourself a girl
have you “Red?"
Newberger is still advising people thaA
his equilibrium is nunc pro tunc.
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