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4 GAS ATTACK GAS ATTACK Published weekly by and for the men of the Twenty-seventh Division, U. S. A., at Camp W adsworth, Spartanburg, S. C., under the direction ©3 the Camp W adsworth Young Men’® C h ristian Association. Honorary Editor®— Major General John F. O’Ryan. Brigadier General Charles L. Phillips. L t Colonel Franklin W. Ward. E rnest W. Leslie, Camp Y. M. C. A. Secretary. Publication Committee — E. W. Leslie, Chairman. J. S. Kingsley, Editor-in-Chief. Regth Supply Sergt. Gaylord W. Elliott, 102d Ammunition Train, Business Manager. Editor —■ P v t Richard BJ. Connell, Co. A, 102d M ilitary Police. Associate Editor— Pvt. Charles Divine, H e a d q u a rters Sanitary Squad No 1. Art E d itor— P v t Richard J. Kennedy, 102d Supply Train. Editorial Staff— Lieutenant Edward Streeter, 52d Brigade Headquarters. R a y F. Je n n e y , Y. M. C. A. Private W alter A. Davenport, O. T. S. Private Fred J, Ashley, H eadquarters Troop. Private Keppier A. Bisbee, 105th H e ld Artillery. PRICE, TEN CENTS FOR TH IS ISSUE. Address, G a s A t t a c k , Camp W adsworth, Spartanburg, S. C. Subscription terms, $1.50 for 8 months. Contents of this Magazine Copyrighted, 1918. YOUNG LADY! ' Mayor Floyd of Spartanburg is a gentleman. A gentle man and a scholar. We hereby give him the editorial salute of fifty-seven guns and both typewriters. We do this for what he said in Mayor's Court the other day and for the broad vision that lay back of his words. You will find the Mayor 's statement on another page of this issue, as recorded by a soldier who was in the courtroom at the time. The ease that was being heard was one which involved two girls and their aunt, in which the aunt said that 44 folks were talking because the girls had been seen walking with soldiers.” One of the girls denied it, and she seemed to do it as if such an allegation betokened a high crime or misdemeanor. To which Mayor Floyd retorted: 44 Young lady, don 't think that it is wrong to be seen walking with a soldier. It is an honor. If you have kept aloof from soldiers because you believe, or have been told, it is wrong; you are doing yourself and the soldiers and our flag an injustice. Go out walking with the young men. You will find they are gentlemen. And get that idea that it is wrong, out of your head.” We feel like prolonging Mayor Floyd's advice and saying: 44Young lady, we suspect that there are others like you in the country. We suspect that your attitude is not so much your fault-—though it smacks a little of provincialism—as it is-the relic of peace times where all good men and true didn't rush to join the armed forces of the nation.” But to-day it is different. You should realize this, young lady. You should let your mind cope with the problem that civilians who were worth being seen with in the rusty piping times of peace are thrice worth the ven ture of a promenade in these present days when they have become soldiers in the greatest of all wars. Young lady, it is high time you were disillusioned. It is time you were informed in a pleasant but terse fashion that there exists throughout the length and breadth of these more or less United States, thousands of soldiers and student-soldiers with whom other young ladies were willing to be seen strolling in civil walks of life. The uniform these men now wear detracts in no degree from worthiness. We even hold it as a matter of proud opin ion that the uniform enhances the men, both in looks and character. We know some young ladies, of sterling at tributes and mare personality, who go so far as to prefer to walk with soldiers and see no wrong in it. Fancy t h a t ! Clothes don't make the man, but in almost every uni form. there's a patriot. Another vexing question to which we invite your con sideration, is this, young lady: If there were no slackers in the world, if there were no civilians for whom it is meet and proper that they remain in plain clothes and other works, and if every young man were a soldier, would you still keep aloof from them, walking a soli tary way ? We know for almost a certainty that nearly every soldier has a mother or sister or cousin or niece or some body, of your sex, who used to risk the hazard of a walk with him without fear of gossip, scandal, corns, loss of reputation, bunions, sunshine, ; boredom, murder or sud den death! Some of the mothers and sisters were so daring in their friendly overtures as to hold converse with the soldiers in public places. Where all might see! Some carried matters to such an extreme that they en couraged the gentleman's company on the front porch. In full view of the neighbors! And they never denied it afterwards. They spoke of it proudly. That, young lady, is the way we would have you feeL And now the lecture is ended. - You may take your chew ing gum and go home. —C. D. THE FLAG. For many long weeks, ever since we started coining to Camp Wadsworth, an American flag has been hanging from in front of the Cleveland Hotel, in town, and another on the band-stand at the side. But, oh! what a pitiful spectacle! The flag in front of the hotel has hung there night and day, in good -weather and bad, until it has become so coated with the dust and dirt of storm-swept streets that you wouldn't know it was there. It is in a state of perfect camouflage. The guardians of the hostelry might well spare a little time and some of their soldier-made money in giving the flag the care it deserves. BEWARE THE 23D OF MARCH! It will happen on the 23d of March. It will be without question the largest event of your military career to date.- We won't keep you in suspense any longer. It is another SPECIAL number of the Gas Attack—THE CAMOUFLAGE NUMBER. You remem ber the Nut Number, of course. Who will ever forget it! Well, the CAMOUFLAGE NUMBER (for sale at all news dealers, canteens, Y. M. C. A. units, etc., March 23d, price one thin dime), will be better than the Nut Number. There is a big surprise in it for you. W e'll give you just a hint what the surprise is—it's pictures! But such pictures! You—nor any other soldier-—ever saw the like of them. We broke fourteen cameras taking them, and several persons died of convulsive laughter while develop ing the films. The war will be a failure, as far as you are concerned, if you don't get the Camouflage Number. Bet ter get one early. Remember the early bird and the worm. Save that dime for the 23d and have a big laugh. Remember—the 23d of March! The Camouflage Number of the Gas Attack!
