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The Indian Magazine
Volume 1, No. 4 — May 6, 1919


Anyone in the division who did not get in as a charter member of the Second Division Association, can join by sending his application, with two dollars, to the secretary of the association. Be sure to send your organization and your home address.

Those who have left the division, and who are with other organizations, as well as those who have gone home, can join by sending their applications to the Secretary, Second Division Headquarters, A. P. 0. 710, American E. F. with two dolars for initiation fee and first year's dues.

It is necessary that the organization to which the applicant belonged and his home address be given.


The horse battalion of the Ammunition Train was "sitting on the world" for a while after the taking of Blanc Mont Ridge. We had pitched our camp in a little spruce woods which camouflaged us completely, and had settled down to a life of peace and industry. As no demand was made upon us to haul ammunition for several days, we devoted our spare time to building homes.

It was not long before a flourishing city had sprung up in the wilderness. Houses boasting two rooms, three or four bunks and a cook-stove, made the mushroom cities of ammunition in America look like the ruins of ancient history.

Despite our prosperity, and though we lived like kings, there was a great void in our lives—or rather, in our stomachs. We have yet to see the cook who can make "corn-willie" and hardtack into a dish to suit the royal palate. It came to pass, however, that a great feast was prepared for us. Fresh meat had been brought in, also reasonably fresh bread, and the chow which resulted was topped by a whole mess kit lid heaped with "bulldoze" pudding.

The supper had reached this last and crowning course, when the air was rent by a wild shriek and a tremendous crash. Two beautiful homes, which, luckily, were vacant at the time, were reduced to splinters. Another shriek and another crash, another, and then another, and the once beautiful city was abandoned.

The feast came to an untimely end, though it will go down in history that a few brave souls went back for seconds, and even thirds, of the delicious "bulldoze" pudding.

—Pvt. J. J. Keating.
Co. E, 2nd Am. Train.

A young miss from California asks a certain Ammunition Train private if he cannot get out of the army quicker on good behavior. Evidently thinks he is doing time in the guardhouse!

(With Apologies to Walt Mason)

When you're feeling rather homesick, and your thoughts begin to wander far away from this man's army; did you ever stop to ponder that your pay keeps going on, no matter how poor business gets, and your room rent costs you nothing; while the chow the K. P. slings in your mess-kit may not be as good as that you got at home; yet the week-end brings no board bill that will set you back ten bones; and the clothes your "Uncle" hands you may not fit like a boot—think of paying FIFTY dollars for an all-wool "civie" suit!

But it's mighty dull and lonesome, keeping watch on this old Rhine, while we're waiting word from Paris that the treaty has been signed; you can bet there will be a howl that will be heard from here to Nome, when the C. O. gently breaks the news—"Boys, the A. of 0. goes home!"

—Cpl. R. A. Stevens, 23rd Infantry.

Extract from G. O. 38, April 26, 1919: "In view of the fact that the Second Division will probably return to the United States some time this summer—."

Did you know that we have with us in our "Second," gobs capacitating as Red Cross men, under naval medical officers? These gobs are about as combative a non-combatant force imaginable.

For instance: Pharmacists Mate Bateman heard a "first-aid" cry while in the Champagne sector Leaping from his fox hole, he ran through a nice barrage to the source of the outcry, where he found a man who desired to know, "Isn't this French itch, and shouldn't I be evacuted?" displaying an irritated arm.

The PhM. answered: "No, it is hob-nail abraisons that you'll be evacuated with," at the same time giving "hob-nail" first-aid.


"Say, Corporal Driewhiskt, what is the reason for such a commotion inside that house?"

"Oh, that's a scrap between two muleteers who became estranged on account of professional jealousy," replied the corporal.

—0. Kalamity.
Anyhow, being in the Army of Occupation over here is better than being in the Unoccupied Army over there.
17th Field Artillery Getting into Position on Meuse-Argonne Drive Seventeenth Field Artillery Getting into Position on Meuse-Argonne Drive,
Near Fosse, November 3. 1918.
A list of the battle engagements of the Second Division during the war with Germany, including organizations which are entitled to the silver bands for the pike of the regimental colors, awarded under paragraph 244, Army Regulations:
(1) Toulon Sector, Verdun, France—15 March to May 13, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 5th Marines, 6th Marines, 6th Machine Gun Battalion.
(2) Toulon Sector, Verdun, France—24 March to 13 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver band: 12th Field Artillery.
(3) Troyon Sector, France—15 March to 13 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 23rd Infantry, 5th Machine Gun Battalion.
(4) Troyon Sector, France—24 March to 13 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands 15th Field Artillery.
(5) Toulon-Troyon Sectors, Verdun, France—15 March to 9 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 9th Infantry.
(6) Toulon-Troyon Sectors, Verdun, France—15 March to 13 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver ver [sic] bands: 4th Machine Gun Battalion, 1st Field Signal Battalion, 2nd Engineers.
(7) Toulon-Troyon Sector's, Verdun, France—24 March to 13 May, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver band: 17th Field Artillery.
(8) Aisne defensive, France—31 May to 5 June, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 9th Infantry, 23rd Infantry, 5th Marines, 6th Marines, 2nd Engineers, 4th Machine Gun Battalion, 5th Machine Gun Battalion, 6th Machine Gun Battalion, 1st Field Signal Battalion.
(9) Aisne defensive, France—4 June to 5 June. 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 9th In-Field [sic] Artillery, 15th Field Artillery, 17th Field Artillery.
(10) Chateau-Thierry Sector, France—6 June to 9 July, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 9th and 23rd Infantry, 5th and 6th Marines, 2nd Engineers, 4th, 5th and 6th Machine Gun Battalions, 1st Field Signal Battalion, 12th, 15th and 17th Field Artillery regiments.
(11) Aisne-Marne offensive, France—18 July to 19 July, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands. Same as in (8).
(12) Aisne-Marne offensive, France, 18 July to 25 July, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: Same as in (9).
(13) Marbache Sector, France—9 August to 16 August, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands. Same as in (8).
(14) Marbache Sector, France—9 August to 22 August, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands. Same as in (9).
(15) St. Mihiel offensive, France—12 September to 16 September, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: Same as in (10).
(16) Meuse-Argonne offensive (Champagne) France—1 October to 10 October, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 9th and 23rd Infantry, 5th and 6th Marines, 4th, 5th and 6th Machine Gun Battalions, First Field Signal Battalion.
(17) Meuse-Argonne offensive (Champagne), France—1 October to 26 October, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 2nd Engineers.
(18) Meuse-Argonne offensive (Champagne), France—1 October to 28 October, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: 12th, 15th and 17th Field Artillery regiments.
(19) Meuse-Argonne offensive, France—1 November to 11 November, 1918. Organizations entitled to silver bands: Same as in (10).

We've heard a lot of things about the weather, from sultry Honolulu to Francaise, but the kind we like the best, I suppose you all have guessed, is the kind that makes the whole world bright and, gay.

About two years ago, when chilly winds did blow, we left our homes to fight for liberty. We had read a lot of rhymes about the sunny climes of France, and other countries o'er the sea.

We camped in a grassy grove, where through the mud we strove, for days and days, from reveille to taps; and while we cleaned our shoes, we had an awful case of blues, and at inspections, we surely did look like yaps.

For many months in France they led us a merry dance, and of weather we had much, in form of rain. O'er all a deep gloom fell as we plowed o'er hill and dell; we fought the mud with might and main.

When at last the war was o'er, we had dreams and dreams galore, of Germany, where the sun shines every day. But if they call this spring, I fain my way would wing to the grandest place on earth—the U. S, A.
—Cpl. J. R. Keller, Pay Dept., 5th Marines.


Oh, joy! They're palming off some of that surplus salmon on the Germans. Why not turn some of that "corned willie" loose, too? It's about time for these squareheads to find out what the horrors of war are really like.


Saw an ad. in a magazine th [sic] other day of a hotel in Yuma, Ariz., and it said in big letters over the hotel door: "Free Board for Every Day the Sun Doesn't Shine," and I thought that it would be disastrous for some of these European hotel-keepers to do the same, especially those in Neuwied.

Did you notice that fine-looking Packard three-ton truck at the Third Army Auto Show—the one that won first prize? Well, that truck is a First Field Signal Battalion truck, and it went all through the war with us, driven all the time by its proud exhibitor, Chauffeur William E. Stillwell. He was ably assisted by Chauffeur Raymond R. Fowler. Both boys certainly deserved all the credit they could get, as they put in a lot of time and energy making the old truck look like a new one.
—Sgt. Oscar J. Anderson.


We lost one of our most popular members last week, he having been transferred to the States for discharge. He is Joe Mangone, of Boston. Although we're mighty sorry to lose him, we're glad he can be back home with his people.


We have a man in the band peculiarly gifted as a detective. Anyone having lost his discharge papers; his monthly pay in a crap game or by betting on the R. S. 0. baseball team, will do well to consult him.


A member of the band and two Company C men recently visited Chateau Thierry, Belleau Wood, and other noted places in that vicinity. While there they heard a —th Division man lecturing to some innocent "Y'' women about how he won the war there (with the aid of his division).

He didn't happen to hail from the Second, or any other "regular" division, so the boys were forced to expose him.


The best German-American-French combinaticn we have heard yet was a three-piece German band playing "When Yankee Doodle Learns to Parlez Vous Francaise."


Giving all soldier talent shows due credit, we wish to compliment the Sixth Marines on the dandy show they put over here recently. It was new, snappy, and real—big stuff all the way through.


The other night, just as the bugler was putting us to bed with "taps," a band began to play. It was the 128th Infantry band. The Thirty-second Division was entraining, and they had a good reason to rejoice—but wait until the engineers start home. Several horns, instead of being crooked, will be straightened out by playing "Homeward Bound."

—W. E. Thompson.

Judging by the latest reports, our show troupe, under the direction of Sergeant Shelton, an old-timer, is having a successful run on the First Division circuit. Here's wishing you all kinds of luck, George.


Our popular mess sergeant has bought a lot of new dishes, and, in addition, is feeding us like real men should be fed. 'Atta boy, Frank!


Oh, well, boys, what's the use of worrying? We are going home soon. Secretary Daniels said so himself.


Company D has a real laundry. Gee, isn't it great? Eh, Waters?


Lieutenant Benjamin has charge of our commissary. Under his care it is progressing rapidly, and is very prosperous, supplying us with much-needed luxuries.


When the company reached Waldorf [sic], Germany, on the hike to the Rhine, Rube and Jim, bunkies, were nearly frantic. They had been without tobacco for two days, and worse, no one else in the company had any that could be begged or borrowed.

"Believe me," said Jim, throwing himself down on his blankets in the corner of the haymow where they were quartered for the night, "I'd just about commit murder for some Bull Durham."

A gloomy silence followed. Suddenly Rube's face brightened a little.

"Say!" he exclaimed. "When I helped load the office furniture on the escort wagon this morning, I saw 'bout a dozen sacks of "Bull" lying loose on the floor of the wagon. Belonged to the mule skinner, I reckon."

"Maybe we can swipe some tonight," said Jim, hopefully.

"But there'll be a sentry guarding the wagons," objected Rube.

"I tell you!" whispered the more resourceful Jim "After dark, you go and start something some distance from our wagon, to attract the sentry's attention, and I'll grab off a sack of 'Bull'."

"Great!" agreed Rube.

At about 8 o'clock that night, things began to happen in the field where the battalion wagon train was parked. A crash and a yell were heard on one side of the field, and, as the sentry started in that direction on the double, a dark form might have been seen slipping into F Company's escort wagon. Jim—for it was he—landed on something soft in the wagon, and an enraged grunt told him that he had landed squarely on the sleeping mule-skinner! Ensued a brief but desperate combat, during which Jim, one hand over the struggling driver's mouth, managed, with the other, to clutch a sack of "Bull."

He jumped from the wagon and threw himself under it. He landed in a large mud puddle, but forced himself to lie still until the chase which the driver instigated had died out. Then he limped painfully to his hay loft, to find a bloody-nosed, anxious Rube awaiting him.

"Had an awful scrap with the sentry," whispered Rube. "Didja get it?"

"Betcha!" replied Jim, taking off his wet clothes. Both went to sleep, and dreamed of a happy, smoky morrow.

The next morning the bunkies decided to wait until after breakfast to enjoy their first smoke in three days.

Dishevelled and muddy, but smiling, they got in the chow line, and approached the place where mush and bacon were being given out. Then their jaws dropped, and they looked at one another in startled dismay.

For, with each ration of mush, the K. P. was handing out a large sack of "Bull!"

—Pvt. B. Jennings, 43rd Co., 5th Marines.

Corporal Shriner of the Second Supply Train has lost his tin lizzie, the oldest Ford in the trains. It has been ordered turned in.

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