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14 GAS ATTACK 104TH 1 . G. B ’N, COMPANY C. Our whole being changes with the weather. But a few days ago the Sunny South was but a jest, but to-day, it is a wonderful re ality. The Sibley stoves will soon be camou flaged by coat racks and September morns will soon be seen trudging daily down the end of the street for their beauty baths. There have been the following christenings in the company: Column Bight Bertan. Tonsils Bruding. Zasbo Bergen. Suspect Prince. Twentieth Studinski. The new system of telephoning is a great success except for some inquisitive persons who take it upon themselves to call up oc casionally and ask for the correct time. One of the best signs of spring is the rows of onions planted in front of the various tents. Who can tell? They may be flowers but we suspect that some ex-farmers are s tart ing truck farms under the camouflage of ornamentation. This space is dedicated to our sweetheart at home. We have had Mother 7s Bay, Father 7s Bay, and various other days, which we have set aside for some special purpose. Why not make to-day Sweetheart 7s Bay? Many are the sighs and regrets that escape our lips at the thoughts of those fond memor ies, in some family parlor, where those fond lips rapturously kissed yours, and you cuddled her and fondled her and uttered some foolish phrases. The empty space on the sofa daily reminds her that you are far away and she can not know how often you think of her, except by your letters telling of your faith fulness. In these days of meatless, wheat- less and heatless days, let us not have love less and letterless days. Write to her, boys. Have you thanked her for that last box of fudge, each piece a thought of you? 4 Of course, most of your tentmates got most of the thoughts, and you only one, but still that one thought was sweeter than all the display of sweets in Busty 7s canteen. THE MULE. 51ST PIONEER INFANTRY, COMPANY E. Sergeants William J. Scott and Leonard P. Searles, also Corporal Jean L. Baptiste, have just returned from furloughs spent in Cats- kill, N. Y. Cook Hugh A. Glennon and Corporal Baniel Y. Glennon have left on fur loughs for the same place. First Seargeant Jacob Cole, who is attend ing the Officers7 Training School, spent Sun day here with his old company. Recent promotions in this company were: Corporals Smith and Searles to Sergeants; Private Wagenbaugh to Mechanic, and Pri vates Mabfe and Christianna to Cooks. Private George Ramsey was recently trans ferred to the 35th Engineers, now stationed, at Camp Merrit, New Jersey. CORP. JEAN L. BAPTISTE. WITH THE OFFICERS OF CO. A, 2ND ANTI-AIRCRAFT MACHINE GUN BATTALION. If anyone has trouble locating Brigadier General Sweetser these days, they might as well save time by looking for Mm at once in the officers 7 Mess Hall of the Second B a t talion Anti-Aircraft Machine Guns—at least that is what the General said after he had eaten the Washington 7s birthday dinner in said shack. And if any of his staff are reported missing at mess, they will probably be found at about the same quadrant elevation and deflection. From all of which it may be gathered that the officers of the 2nd A. A. M. G. Bn. had the General and his staff, and Lieutenant Col onel Cookingham as their guests-—or as their allies in an attack on sundry spring chickens. Nobody knows “ which” spring. The Kaiser himself knew of the dinner. About the time the attack began, General Sweetser received a cablegram which read: (‘ Have heard of dinner. Felicitations. Bamn it! ” Shortly afterwards, Lieutenant Colonel Cookingham, who is teaching the newly assigned reserve officers to shoot around corners, without damaging the corners, re ceived a telegram signed “ Roosevelt.” It read: * ‘ Wire formula for converting fish scales into coffee mills.” After a salad with real Roquefort cheese dressing, which, if one closed one7s eyes, would lead one to think he was on a New York roof, garden, General Sweetser and Colonel Cookingham spoke briefly, with the well known military result that everybody thought they knew a lot of things , but wouldn 7t tell them. The dinner was a jolly affair except for one incident. Major Whitney announced that he had received orders to proceed at once to a camp in Massachusetts for duty, probably severing his connections with the 2nd Battalion, of which he had been com-' mander. The Mess Hall was decorated with flags, streamers and a large picture of George Washington which hung over the table. —H. M. S. 105TH AMBULANCE COMPANY. Mess Sgt. Bob Hull, Corp. Tucker and Prvts. Richardson and Zaremba spent Lin coln 7s birthday on the train as they speeded North to enjoy ten-day fifrloughs in the Salt ‘City. Since the return of Lieut. Truex both motorcycle and G. M. C. drivers have become as expert with the working of their motors as they formerly were with the soft spots on their bunks. Carl L. Seammell, Leon C. LaValle, Charles E. Brown, Harry O. Ferguson and Leon M. Hooper were recently appointed privates first class. When it comes to sleeping we must hand it to Sergt s. Hale, Blint and Prvt. Bentley, for at any hour of the day they can be found pounding their respective ears in blissful snooze. ALLEN K. MARKS. -105TH FIELD ARTILLERY, BATTERY B. The Fourth Section donkies had the neatest looking tent at inspection last Saturday, and were given a twenty-four hour pass. So Feath erbed Richardson gathered all his men (and Hughie Smith) and suggested that they go to Asheville to frolic and incidentally get a room in a hotel and enjoy “ forty winks Meath the sheets.” First Sergeant Tucker thought this a good idea and detailed him self to chaperon the tender youths and see that no one harmed the red hair in Hughie 7s dome. The “ Banscees” are working in full swing lately and “ Honest” Jim Murray seems to be in dutch, for the “ doity blackguards” al ways think his cot looks better bent around his neck. Pat O ’Keffe, Chief Banshee, is about the only man who has not been rudely awakened at two in the morning to find him self lying under his bed—but there is a rea son. Pat ■ sleeps with his hand on a per suader, namely, One Mallet. Bob Brower, the boy baker, will sure be out of luck if they don7t return his left shoe, size 13 1-2. Some villain is using it for a washtub. Corporal Melven devotes a considerable amount of time to map sketching. Some of his sketches would make a cubist artist look sick while others look like a birdseye view of “ No M an’s Land.” Sgt. Tucker lost his identification tag the other day. He asked Bixon, the rookie corporal, to look for it. Bix didn7t know what the tag looked like and asked “ Our Sarge” what it was. The sergeant replied thusly: “ An identification tag is a meat can cover which dangles from a picket line suspended about the neck. Upon it is stamped your name, rank and the battery and regi ment that has possession of you, and in case you are lost the person who finds you is able to locate your owner without much incon venience. 7 7 105TH REGT. F. A., BATTERY F. The only trouble Prvt. Ed. Brodigan finds with the new appetite foundry behind the Y. M. C. A. is that he has to pipe down the snowball who serves the eats about 88 times during the meal. Sergeant Murphy has quit the joint for good, as he had to check up his whole section, who were ordering five cents worth of butter, while in there this morning. Mess Sergeant Growl was seen smiling the other night during the thunder storm. Prvt. Kruger made a canvass of the Bat tery streets of the Regiment selling his snake oil, accompanied by his Hindu friend, Corp. Loreh, but they both quit when they reached Brooklyn. Bill Landy is still attending to his dog robber 7s duties for Corp. Savage in first class style. The only thing in Bill 7s life is the way Kid Eagan kids him about dog-boy Bill, although he is still talking about the various members of the Battery whom he likes and dislikes, . and is still standing on his feet in sound health.
