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12 GAS ATTACK News From Division Units 105IH FIELD ARTILLERY, HDQTRS. CO. The brains of the regiment-—th a t’s what they call us. Collectively, we live up to, and earn the appellation, but we are still wonder ing what mode of reasoning led a member of our enviable family to believe that he could sharpen a razor on the pipe of a Sibley stove? Yep, th a t ’s what Up State Axel, our mess sergeant, pulled; and the shave that he gave himself with the aforementioned hirsute re mover, left scars that a Heidelburg student might well be proud of. We now introduce Alex Braeher, senior private of the regiment, and Jack Epstone, who is probably the only Don Cossack in the United States army. Horseshoer Bill Frawley has received the rather questionable honor of being appointed instructor at the Remount Station. Reports have it that Bill opened his first lecture with the statement that none of the assembled horseshoers knew their business. B ill’s prowess as a battler must have leaked out, for as yet, his face shows no marks of con flict. Here, ladies and gentlemen, we have Stable Sergeant Louis Manzella. The joyous expres sions that you see on his visage are caused by the receipt of word that our horses are to come back from the Remount Station very soon. Wow! W on’t he have us making up for the weeks of comparative freedom from odious stable work! Supply Sergeant Forsyth has already ac quired the Quartermaster gait. And he so young, too! Harold Pfaff stayed on the- line outside of the Q. M. ’s tent for fully forty minutes rapturously visualizing the handsome fur lough outfit he was going to draw. When he finally came out of the holy of holies his arms were laden down with--one pair of shoe laces. Jack Bennitt, he of the godly mien, missed reveille because he was unable to find his comb. Wot f ’r ’n excuse it dot, Maw- russf #. We are still waiting to hear from units having ball teams. It is our belief that we can beat ’em all. Who wishes to try our steel? CORP. .SAMUEL E. CHASIN, Hdqrts. Co., 105th U. S.-F. A. IN THEIR SLEEP. “They say Boggs is crazy on the subject of golf, and his wife is equally crazy over auction sales.” “Yes, and the funny part of it is they both talk in their sleep. The other night a lodger in the next flat heard Boggs shout, ‘Fore!5 and immediately Mrs. Boggs yelled, ‘Four aiM a quarter!5 ’’—Boston Transcript. HEADQUARTERS, 54TH INFANTRY. Alas, poor James McGinnis Flanagan has his troubles. I am told that one evening several weeks ago, the individual referred to, seated himself and proceeded to catch up with his correspondence. He included two very particular damsels of the City of Al bany in his evening’s diversion, and the re sult was that two very well written but gushing notes were forwarded in the mail next morning. A few days after this event ful evening, word was'received from Albany, from these two particular fair creatures, ask ing his royal highness what he meant by addressing them with fictitious names. Jim was astounded, and has finally come to the conclusion that he put M ary’s letter in K it ty ’s envelope and vice versa. No more fruit cake from Albany now. A detail of carpenters from the 108th In fantry have been very busy at Brigade Head quarters for the past few days fitting up new office facilities in one of the mess shacks and making Second Lieutenant R. M. Williamson, of the Veterinary Corps, now at tached to the Brigade, comfortable in his new quarters. Second Lieut. R. P. Buell, aide on General Lester’s staff, went into the trenches with the 3rd Battalion, of the 107th Infantry. He said he had a tough time of it during the heavy rain storms, but enjoyed the experi ence. Wagoner George McKenna, who has been on furlough for the past eight days, has been granted an extension of five days for the purpose of taking unto himself a sparring partner for life. We have not heard the par ticulars of the affair, but the mail orderly, Private Guy Motorcycle Manning, has tipped us off that George had been receiving many dainty perfumed notes of late. Well, any way we all wish him the best of luck and hope that he sails over the sea of matrimony in good shape. PVT. T. J. McENANEY. FROM THE ADJUTANT’S WINDOW OF THE 104TH FIELD ARTILLERY. Sgt. Carey, Hdqts. Co., is getting popular. Some of the men think he could play the leading part in Uncle Tom’s Cabin. What part, Roy? We are the only soldiers who can brag of a perpetual Officer of the Day. N ’est ce pas, Monsieur? I wonder what Bill the Mad would say if he heard the following names: Schneider, Gingerieh, Lackenbach? And sergeants at that. Prvt. Mann, in the A d jutant’s office, is a mere boy but w h a t’s in a name. Sgt. Gower is a full fledged mess sergeant now. He feeds about 400 men and only 300 complain. We have Kotovas. It is not a disease. He is a cook. An orderly was sent out with a radio to the radio station, and he asked whether there is any particular drug’ store in town where he can get radium. Sgt. Bruce, of the Supply Co., has opened a thrift branch in one of the supply ware houses. All unserviceable property is mere rags nevertheless. Say, Bruce, what did you do with those renovated breeches? To sign passes, special orders, memoranda, canteen books and checks are but a few of the duties of our busy Post Exchange Officer. Don’t buy the hat cord until the General sees you. You may save money. People around here are not keen on buying second hand stuff. I hope the guy this refers to, sees this bit of advice while at the Artil lery Range. CORP. S. S. HAREN. 52ND PIONEERS, COMPANY C. Bugler Edward Keating, of Co. C, is now engaged to beautiful Miss Shephard, of New York. If he doesn’t get a furlough he says he will get married over the telephone—some headwork. We have had good weather ever since Sgt. Chas. Beer gave us that smile he must have got in Asheville. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It must be so, ’cause Freddy Martin hasn’t got a furlough yet. Artie Poignant is always crying, “ I want to go home.” Maybe he is afraid some one is going to steal his wife. 106TH MACHINE GUN BATTALION, COMPANY' “ CM Corp. Love, of the 14th Squad, is still troubled with the ‘ ‘ Gimmies. ’ ’ Ken Karrick, of the stable crew, is get ting “ humpback” from smoking Camels. The 13th Squad has set aside the 4th of July as the day for their semi-annual bath. The 14th Squad will not eat; Halloran is home on a furlough. The boys would like to know what makes Frank Grace so smart, with such a small head. Stanley Corts is thinking seriously of be coming a “ moonshiner. ’ ’ Burke is right at home, he is working in the canteen. “ Oh, boys, how he can eat.” Diever returned from his furlough and was greeted with a pick and shovel. “ You ’re out of luck, Danny, ’ ’ The boys are well pleased with their new Captain and hope his injured knee will be in condition shortly. “ TAY PAY D.”
