N E W YQR] DIVISION - O'Ryan's Roughnecks

32 GAS ATTACK
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F r a n c e
18 Miles by "Motor
from
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C h i m n e y R o c k C o .
Hendersonville, North Carolina
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Announcing
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in the
Offices
Building
T>r. L. C. Minter
Sfiartanhurg, S. C.
Rooms 305-306
"Phone 147
AMBULANCE COMPANY NO. 107.
This company benefited hugely by the
two
day's hike and problem worked out last week
by the Sanitary Train. Among other things
the sweet joy of a night's lodging in a puptent
came to many of our "rooks'' for the
first time, and, no doubt, the memory will
linger when many another pleasure of army
life has quite completely vanished like a new
pack of "butts" in a crowd. The ground
was hard. There is no denying that. And
then a minimum of blankets did not conduce
for all the comforts of home. One of the
older heads suggested to young Phil Traynor
that he carve himself out a shape in the earth
fitting his Adonis-like form, and Phil was up
three-fourths of the night hewing and hacking
at the earth. Every time he dug himself in,
his partner took a leap after one of the
purple seals he was catching in his sleep, and
poor Phil had to readjust himself to a new
environment, as 'twere. The long-legged of
the command also learned considerable regarding
the canine-bungalows. Billy Dehms
and Chris Dunn contrived to sleep in circles,
each wrapped around the other in such complexity
that it took three mechanics to
straighten them out in the morning. Newton
didn't get wise to the geometry of these two,
and during the night a sentry two streets below
found his feet wandering among the multitude
of tents seeking the man that owned
them.
In the supreme art of individual cooking
there were many tragedies, comedies, and
sup e r -m el o dr am a s. All these, of course, come
under the general head of experience, and the
awful destruction of good food may in time
be compensated for by the lessons so intimately
taught. Cooks Bachmann and Gresham and
Shaeffer gave out the menu prior to each
meal, and coming as it did from their lips so
nonchalantly, it sounded prepossessing. But
it was another matter to make the simple
story come up to form when all we had was
the raw material, a tiny blaze, and a messkit.
The inevitable end in most cases was
hash of indeterminable ingredients, but with
hungry men the same as with a drowning man,
anything goes in a pinch, and everybody got
along after a fashion. Eddie Hobbins when
half-way through a mess of potatoes, onions,
oat meal, bacon and rice (not to mention lesser
articles like earth, twigs, small stones,
moss, and pine needles) discovered he was
eating the bottom of his mess-pan, which had
gone to pieces under the arch-insult. Dan
Boone Cutler made up a concoction called by
that worthy scout "Mountain Lion Angel
Cake," and it looked rather gentle to the
spectator. But after Dan had partaken lightly,
a swift change transformed him, and,
grabbing up his trusty tomahawk he went
wildly over the hill brandishing the weapon
and uttering the fiercest of war-cries. Apparently
he was on the trail of ten thousand
red-skins.
A good many of the fellows believe the
cooks instigated this trip, and in truth the
results bear out the thing admirably. Never
has the food tasted so good. A day following
the excursion one fellow almost praised the
cooking in the presence
of the kitchen crew.
That would never do at all. But here and
there in secret conclave incense is burned to
the men who run the big end of army life.
Nick. Courtney, who runs the business
end
of our outing party here in Spartanburg, but
who is chiefly known as the man who handles
furloughs, went to town on a business trip the
other evening, and when lie returned the occupants
of Tent No. 1 had his equipment all
neatly packed in the corner where it would be
safe from molestation. There was a misunderstanding
relative to the length of his stay,
so his mates tell, hence the precaution and
care taken with his belongings. Nick after
finding his cot and blankets doing duty as a
back yard smartly awakened the tenthold
with a 4x4, and proceeded to correct the error
pertaining to his absence.
Corporal Frank Beirne is Charge d 'Affaires
of the electrical end of the Division show,
and he is envied. He was selected to be the
Master Electrician some time ago, and his
evenings have all been spent in the Harris
Theatre in town where the rehearsals have
been pulled off. This young man is chesty
over the choice, and, naturally, concedes it is
a wise one.
"Silver" Silverman did not correctly
anticipate
the call for mess the other day and
when the blessed music sounded down the
street and across the alley this lengthy son
of Epicurus nearly broke a leg hot-footing
it to the feast before his co-eaters made away
with the ambrosia. "Silver" has only one
worry in the army, and that is the stupendous
one of grub. To him the quotation would
read, '' Tell me what you have for dinner, and
I care not who makes your laws.''
HEADQUARTERS
G. F. B.
DETACHMENT.
To date there has been little said of the
activities of the Headquarters Detachment.
Chief Walsh is commended for having raised
an efficient family out of men from every unit
in the Division.
Indoors sports are not in it when an Apple
Knocker and Green Pointer discuss Border
Days. The General will discover good fire
works for use in the front line trenches when
"Over the Top'' is ordered. Barrage Fire
Timmins and Flannery have covered most of
the ground as far as trench tactics are concerned.
Knock 'em dead Sam is there with
the "Clep 'em down," you hold 'im Pap, I'll
swat 'im. Five and two Charlie has had many
pupils in the last week, instructions are picking
up, "In the bushes, papa."
Fearless McGuirk (Potato King) is still
making his daily trips down town. Baldy Gus
Tock has ceased using Sloan's liniment for
his hair. Is there any improvement Gus?
Old Diz Kane arrived back from his weekend
trip to Asheville looking kind of seedy.
What happened Diz?
Butts and Chubby are still arguing who's
the smallest man in the Division. Butts will
win out if Chubby doesn't keep out of the
mud. A. E. S.