GAS ATTACK ENTERTAINMENT SOMEWHERE AT THE ARTILLERY RANGE. On Monday, March 18th, on the very grounds that General Less mustered in the Confederate Army, the 104th and 106th Field Artillery put forth their best efforts to relieve the monotony of life at the range. <strong>The</strong> rings was pitched in an open spot, with a thousand twinkling stars for the roof, and instead of electric lights, oil lamps, strung on wires, shed a soft light on the ring. It was the first of a series of entertainments to be held every Monday night for the amusement of the officers and men. Everyone was in good spirits, from General Phillips and his staff to the lowliest buck private. It was an ideal night; the spirit of Spring was everywhere, the air seemed permeated with good cheer. Both regiments turned out almost to a man. Lieutenant Borde of the French army, who has seen two years service as an artillery officer, and has been wounded several times in action, was present. At 7:30 sharp the bandmaster of the 106th F. A. lifted his baton and the band started to play one of those raggy jazz tunes that paved the way for a show that for dash and pep would be hard to beat. Appreciation of the band's excellent playing was shown by the frequent bursts of applause after each selection. <strong>The</strong>n the announcer, genial Pete Morris, Top-kick of Battery D, 104th F. A., held up his hand for silence, and announced the first bout. If Joe Humphreys the silver-tongued, of New York, ever heard Pete, he would grind his teeth with rage. By the way Pete, who took your hat? Finder please return said hat, as it has been worn by the Crowned Heads of Europe. <strong>The</strong> first bout brought together Broderick, of the 106th and McCormack, 104th. Both boys were in excellent condition and seemed very anxious to mix it. Broderick led with a left hand jab to Mac's eye, which almost closed said optic, after which there was a lively exchange of blows. McCormack got over several heavy wallops, but did not follow up his advantage. He left his body open, whereupon Broderick played a lively tattoo upon his ribs. Broderick opened the second round with several clean snappy punches that soon took the steam out of McCormack, who was obliged to leave the ring. <strong>The</strong> next bout brought McGrath of the 106th vs. Arthur 104th. Arthur was certainly there from the first bell. He chased McGrath around the ring, and at last caught up with him, which in itself was some feat. Mc Grath was soon convinced that he was no marathon runner and as a fighter, well. . . . After his mess call had been well pounded, he dropped his mitts, and ambled towards his corner, in a dazed manner, murmuring, "It's no Juice.'' He was certainly game, and everyone was relieved to see him walk out instead of being carried out. Wallace, from Battery E, of the 104th, then rendered a sentimental ballad, entitled "My SPRING ANt> FAi-t, STVtf S / AS I uu U S T R A T erT> 0Y VAC
GAS ATTACK 19 I ON THE ROADS TO CAMP. I This illustration depicts clearly the two most prominent features of South I Carolina landscape as it scapes in these parts—namely, soldiers and pine trees. I How stately and picturesque the big pines loom at the side of the dusty road, I along which the soldiers are returning from a hike. Who knows how far they I have marched? Is it one mile or twenty? For the first correct answer sub- ? mitted, the <strong>Gas</strong> <strong>Attack</strong> will give a prize of a round-trip ticket on the P. & N. I railroad for the first day of the winning contestant's furlough. No fair I going to the artist and asking him to slip you the solution on the sly!