All the snap and go that the Second Division exhibited in battle in the past is now being expended in hard fought athletic contests on the Rhine.

Interest in the two big Second Division baseball leagues, the American and the National, is at fever heat. Track meets are held every week. Athletics consume the afternoons at the posts of the various units.

Crack athletes are being developed, and all the companies and detachments are encouraged to join in. The National and American Leagues of the division opened the season with the following games:

April 9—Fifth Marines defeated Sixth Marines, 9 to 5, at Hönningen; Fifteenth Field Artillery defeated Twelfth Field Artillery, 11 to 3, at Fahr; Second Engineers defeated Seventeenth Field Artillery, 7 to 2, at Engers. The Ninth Infantry game with the Twenty-third Infantry was postponed.

April 10—Sixth Machine Gun Battalion defeated Fifth Machine Gun Battalion, 9 to 5, at Hausen; First Field Signal Battalion defeated Fourth Machine Gun Battalion, 12 to 10, at Heddesdorf. The Second Sanitary Train defeated Motor Transport Corps, 7 to 0, at Engers; Second Ammunition Train defeated Second Supply Train, 8 to 6, at Heddesdorf; Headquarters team defeated Second Military Police, 4 to 3, at Heddesdorf.

Major-General Lejeune threw the first ball at the Fifth and Sixth Marine game. All the games were played on the new diamonds just completed and were exceedingly fast, notwithstanding the fact they were the first of the season.

It was not sheer "home ground luck" that the Second Engineer Regiment outclassed the other regiments of the division in the first divisional track and field meet of the season, held at Engers on Friday and Saturday, April 11 and 12. They topped the next highest scorer, the Ninth Infantry, by nine points. The victory was the direct result of hard, sensible training, and just "guts."

Although the slowness of the track, due to recent wet weather, cut down the speed of some of the kings, the races were none the less exciting, inasmuch as they were all close and hard-fought. Often the judges were obliged to close one eye and aim down along the tape to guess the breast that touched it first. The most spectacular finishes came in the mile race, won by Hannah, Fifth Marines, and in the 100 and 200-yard dashes, both won by Fouts, Second Engineers.

Several soldier athlete surprises were sprung in the field events. Lieut. Hallowell, Ninth infantry, vauited ten feet with ease; Vermillion, Sixth Marines, put the shot 32 feet, eight inches; Hill, Second Sanitary Train, threw the discus more than one hundred feet, and the javelin more than 124 feet. Much "pep" was aroused when the teams lined up for the heats of the tug-of-war. Every one was hard fought. The team from the Fifteenth Field Artillery finally pulled the huskies from the Ninth infantry across the line, cinching five points in the final score.

Officials for the meet were: Major-General John A. Lejeune, honorary referee; Major W. H. Sitz, division athletic officer, referee; John Newhall, division athletic director, clerk of course; Y. M. C. A. Secretary Hammet, starter; Capt. J. I. Kilber, Ninth Infantry; Capt. H. W. LeGore, Division Headquarters; Lt. P. Jelke, Fifteenth F. A., and Owen Merrick, K. of C., timers; Capt. J. R. Minter, Sixth Marines; Lt. Ringressy, Fifteenth F. A., Chaplain McCaffery, Ninth Infantry, and Lt. Whaling, Sixth Marines, judges track events; Capt. David Duncan, Sixth Marines; Lt. Martineau, Fifth Marines; Lt. Zundell, First Field Signal Battalion, and Lt. Rockwell, Second Engineers, judges field events; Capt. Luther W. Jones, Division Headquarters, announcer, and Lt. A. H. Douglas, Seventeenth F. A., chief scorer.

It was surprising to note that six out of nine entries for the five-mile road race came in, especially since raw eggs are scarce. It was just like being put to work on a job and then being forgotten, for when the first two finishers came in, almost neck and neck, the distracted crowd was watching the close of the mile relay, and the poor fellows who would ordinarily be cheered for even finishing were not even noticed until they "breezed" up to the judge and said with their eyes and showed by their breathless condition that their mission had been accomplished.

A bright prospective for the big A. E. F. meet to be held next month is Sgt. Warren of the Fifteenth Field Artillery, who copped first place in the 220-yard low hurdle, 120-yard high hurdle, and the high jump. Others who are capable of shining brightly are Vermillion, Sixth Marines; Sutmiller, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; Fouts, Second Engineers; Lt. Galbraith, Second Engineers; Hill, Second Sanitary Train, and Hannah and Routh, Fifth Marines.

General John A. Lejeune, commanding the division, who is ever interested in the athletic activities, was there and saw it all, accompanied by his staff. The American girl is no disinterested person, either, for all the "Y" girls who could beg transportation were on the job.

Below are listed the results of the meet by events and the officials:

Standing broad jump: Won by Sutmiller, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; second, Vermillion, Sixth Marines; third, Vick; fourth, Howell, Second Sanitary Train. Distance, 9 feet; 2 3-8 inches.

Hop, step and jump: Won by Taylor, Fifth Marines; second, Danculovic, Second Sanitary Train; third, Sutmiller, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; fourth,. Lt. Waite, Ninth Infantry. Distance, 38 feet, 5 inches.

Throwing the discus: Won by Hill, Second Sanitary Train; second, Routh, Sixth Marines; third, Vermillion; fourth, Dailey, Second Engineers. Distance, 100 feet, 5 inches.

Throwing the javelin: Won by Hill, Second Sanitary Train; second, Routh, Sixth Marines. Distance, 124 feet.

Eight hundred eighty-yard relay: Won by Second Engineers; second, Fifth Marines; third, Ninth Infantry. Time, 1:47. Winning team: Fouts, Jones, Virly, McVey.

Medley relay: Won by Second Engineers; second, Ninth Infantry. Time, 10:7 2-5. Winning team, Fouts, Donnell, Tyson, Rosenthal.

One hundred yard-dash: Won by Fouts, Second Engineers; second, Lt. Knapp, Ninth Infantry; third, Long, Ninth Infantry; fourth, McVey, Second Engineers. Time, 11 1-5 seconds.

Two hundred and twenty-yard dash: Won by Fouts, Second Engineers; second, Buice, Ninth Infantry; third, Walton, Fifteenth Field Artillry; fourth, Virly, Second Engineers. Time, 25 4-5 seconds.

Four hundred and forty-yard dash: Won by Ackerman, Ninth Infantry; second, Donnell, Second Engineers; third, Walton, Fifteenth Field Artillery; fourth, Mayes, Ninth Infantry. Time, 63 seconds.

One hundred and twenty-yard high hurdles: Won by Warren, Fifteenth Field Artillery; second, Gramlich, Second Sanitary Train; third, Lt. Galbraith, Second Engineers; fourth, Wheatley, Twenty-third Infantry. Time, 19 3-5 seconds.

Two hundred and twenty-yard low hurdles: Won by Warren, Fifteenth Field Artillery; second, Lt. Galbraith, Second Engineers; third, Gramlich, Second Sanitary Train. Time, 29 1-5 seconds.

Eight hundred and eighty-yard run: Won by Douglas, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; second, Noblitt, Fifth Marines; third, Hannah, Fifth Marines; fourth, Tyson, Second Engineers. Time, 2:20.

One-mile run: Won by Hannah, Fifth Marines; second, Focrtsch, Second Engineers; third, Libby, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; fourth, Noblitt, Fifth Marines. Time, 5:33 2-5.

Five-mile road race: Won by Tucker, Fifth Marines; second, Connor, Twenty-third Infantry; third, Trainor, Ninth Infantry; fourth, Hodge, Ninth Infantry. Time, 35:43.

Running high jump: Won by Warren, Fifteenth Field Artillery; second, Sutmiller, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; third, Taylor, Fifth Marines (tie for second); fourth, Gressett, Second Sanitary Train. Height, 5 feet, 2 inches.

Running broad jump: Won by Sutmiller, Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; second, Vermillion, Sixth Marines; third, Taylor, Fifth Marines; Gressett, Second Sanitary Train, and Lt. Waite, Ninth Infantry, tied for fourth place. Distance, 18 feet 1 inch.

Pole vault: Won by Lt. Hallowell, Ninth Infantry; second, Johnson, Second Engineers; third, Vermillion, Sixth Marines; fourth, Rutherford, Fifth Marines. Height, 10 feet.

Shot put: Won by Vermillion, Sixth Marines; second, Lt. Hazard, Second Sanitary Train; third, Devereux, Fifteenth Field Artillery; fourth, Rutherford, Fifth Marines. Distance, 32 feet, 8 inches.

One-mile relay: Won by Sixth Machine Gun Battalion; second, Second Engineers; third, Ninth Infantry. Time, 4:16. Winning team: Dillon, Bachelor, Hollister, Douglas.

Corporals Bobovnyk and Anton and Privates Frantz and Brooks have been awarded the Croix de Guerre for extraordinary valor in the Champagne sector.

The prospects are promising for a successful ball team, with such material as Rambler, pitcher of Jersey City fame; Doak, former Vanderbilt University star infielder; Frantz, Joplin, Mo., outfielder, and other fast semi-professionals like Sergeants McClure, Chandler and Michalski.

Lieutenants Randall, Fleming and Kelley were recently made captains.

Second Lieutenant Pitts has been promoted to first lieutenant.

What is responsible for the change to good chow these days?

Notice the soldierly attitude and efficiency of the second platoon under Lieutenant Cukela.

It is common for the visiting Marine to say we have been fortunate in being located in a busy and live metropolis such as Wofenacker.

Who dares say our "Top" is genial, affable and popular?

Doctor (to soldier): I advise you, on account of your physical condition, to take a tonic.

Soldier: Well, Doc, how is beer?

Doctor: No; that is Teu-tonic.

A soldier, on his first visit to his girl after arriving home, was asked what soldierly rank he held.

Soberly, he replied: "A rear rank soldier."
         —Pvt. S. J. Harrington, 66th Co., 5th Marines.

Well, we are beginning to get a good idea who is going to stay here when the Second takes over the Thirty-second Division area. Since the detachment from the Second Engineers started work on our new stables, the dopsters of the Fifteenth Field have it figured out that we are elected to keep the madchens of Wallendorf from suffering a scarcity of soap. Here's hoping!

The regimental baseball team looks very good for so early in the season, but then why woulcin't it with our old friend Lieut. John H. Higgens gathering in everything that even looks like it was trying to get past the infield. And hit—why say, he poles them out at will.

Speaking of high-ranking bucks—you should have heard "Old Soldier" Crandell a few nights ago He was walking post down by headquarters at about 11 p. m., when his nervous but sharp glance descried a light about ten feet away from him. "Ah," thinks Crandell, "here's where I get a 'Croix de Garoo'." And with a lusty shout he sounded off.

"Put out that light," says he.

"This is officers' quarters," replied a rough and belligerent voice.

"Put out that light," repeated Crandell, in his besi official tone.

"Aw, go to h—l," said the voice (and it was getting sore, too).

But Crandell, remembering the traditions of the battery, refused to be bulldozed.

"Corporal of the guard, No. 4," he roared.

And then—the light went out.

Our budding Booths and Eltinges and John Drews whom Dad Kenny has christened the "Orioles," did their first bit of work in many moons Tuesday. They were one and all informed that they would have to carry all their equipment, down to the last rubber boot, around to the supply room and get it checked up. So "Belasco" Laffin, "Red" Stevens, "Julian Eltinge" Cournoyer, "Oriole" Good, and a few of the lesser lights rolled up sox, shoes, shirts n'everything and went out to do or be did. After they had gone to the supply room, picket line and a few more places, covering about two kilos in all and carrying their packs all the way, they were informed that it was the first of April. Nimble legs saved the lives of at least two practical jokers.

Bugler (?) Stanilla, the young wonder from Gary, Ind., will no longer wake the morning echoes and mourning soldiers with his imitation of "first call." He has entered the divisional school for barbers at Neuwied. "Let 'im up, Wop; he's all cut."

Lieut. Rompel has returned to duty with the battery, having completed the course in the artillery school at our first home in France—Le Valdahon. While there the Lieutenant was entertained by several of his brother officers at a dance in Besancon. As they say "back to hum," "a good time was had by all," especially the officers from the First and Second Divisions.

One of the inspecting officers pulled an awful "bull" the other day when some of our horses were getting "condemned." He was in a hurry to get home, so he was looking the horses over a bit faster than they were led up to him. As the last of the "skins" was led past him, he cast a roving eye over the scene and said: "Why don't you have that horse condemned too?" "Why," said Stable Sgt. Boyle, "that ain't no horse, Captain; that's 'Chicken' Dahm."
          Sgt. J. G. Mahar, Bat. F, 15th F. A.

Crown Prince: Gott help der rich, der poor can beg."

Hindenburg: "Ja, and Gott help der Deutsch, der Yanks can fight."

Received a letter from a girl friend the other day and she asked why chocolate and soap were in such great demand by the boys. I wonder how I can answer it. Answer: You can't.

Bendorf.—Americans in America are doomed to wonder if in reality the Americans in Europe are allies of the Allies or allies of the Boche, judging by the latest novelty in souvenirs, appearing in local stores, and designed to catch the eyes and marks of the doughboys.

Long before the march on the Rhine was begun our men knew something of the guile of the Hun, and were prepared to discount some of the evidences of friendship. But the "latest" passeth understanding.

Flattering little notices such as, "Gentlemen, send home a souvenir from Germany," are set out over very appropriate German souvenirs—beer mugs. But the design of most of the offerings invites a second look, and that generally means a determination to pass up the purchase. Can you imagine it! On the earthenware mugs are skillfully colored figures of an American soldier and a German fraulein, and the latter is handing a huge bouquet of flowers to the American. One could almost suspect an American illustrator of concocting what is meant for the American, for the campaign hat, so conspicuous by its absence from the front, is worn. As for the fraulein, she is German in every respect. Beneath the happy couple appears "Souvenir from Germany."

Let's just imagine what happens when one of these mugs gets home through the mail. Somebody will remark: "Gosh, John's letters used to tell us of gas attacks and barrages and machine guns, and now look what he sends—a picture of Germany welcoming her soldiers—Americans at that. You'd think the Americans had been invited into the Rhineland, but it seems to me that I read that the Second Division actually had to fight at Chateau Thierry and St. Mihiel and Soissons, and a lot of other places, before the last wallop in the Argonne Forest. Either the Second Division didn't fight, or else that picture about flowers and welcome to Americans is all wrong. I wonder what in thunder he sent it for."

Chances are that John won't send any mug of this kind home—he is lucky to be able to bring his own mug home, and no thanks to the Germans either.

Cpl. Elwood Haines, 84th Co., 6th Marines.

Near the north pole, down south.
Friendless Friends:

Yourself and friends are invited to attend a moonlight picnic on the afternoon of February 32, given by the Looney Club in Lonesome Grove. The music will be furnished by the syncopated boilermakers, directed by one of our well known M. P. friends.

Admission by couples, single price, and orphans accompanied by their parents will be admitted free of charge at half price. Take the car you have missed if you can catch it. If you miss the boat, swim to the train, as nothing is charged for waiting. You are requested to bring a bucket along for water in case your friend gets hungry. Mel without legs will race for a silver loving cup made of brass, to be given by the Grouch Club. The winner will return the cup.

Four murders will be committed and a number of buildings will be blown up to amuse the children. Ten hundred and fifty dollars worth of fireworks will be displayed, providing you bring them along. Two shots will be fired at each person entering the grounds.

Two railroads will be given away with each glass of beer. Among other prizes given in the contest are bridges, subways, gold mines, locomotives, and various other trinkets.

Included in the bill of fare will be boiled cat eyes with castor oil dressing, snake hips on toast, fly hearts served with French-fried potatoes. The dessert will consist of ant tongue pie.

If you want to die, do it at home, for anyone found dead on the grounds will be arrested.

Don't fail to come, as you are certain to enjoy yourself and feel sorry for it afterwards.

I am, yours until Niagara Falls,

  Pvt. Ray J. Kwiatkowski, 18th Co., 5th Marines.

If we only possessed those marks we had last July 18, when we captured the German paymaster near Soissons!

Cpl. Powell, Second Supply Train, still insists that Texas is larger than the Atlantic Ocean, and if you traveled as slow as the steamships did, the war would be over before. one could cross the state.

Capt. James Eagan, commanding Company A, has returned to his organization. The captain paid a short visit to friends and relatives who reside in Ireland. He reports a delightful trip, except for the inconvenience caused by overcrowded traveling facilities.

The history of the First Field Battalion, Signal Corps, has at last become a reality. With the exception of a few minor details which are to be altered the work is full and complete, and is expected to appear in book form within a reasonably short time.

The history is well composed and describes in detail the interesting and unusual career of this organization since its earliest stages of development until the present date. Included, of course, is its mission in Mexico and the Hawaiian Islands. Special emphasis is placed on the highly successful work which the unit did in conjunction with the Second Division during its splendid campaigning in Europe and the great World War.

Capt. Holcomb, its author, relates in a very graphic manner the many deeds of heroism and valor performed by the individual signalman in performance of his duties, in order that communication might be maintained at a maximum of efficiency. He also cites a few cases of the difficulties with which this arm of the service had to contend during the many engagements in which it took an active part.

The concluding pages of this work are devoted entirely to a tabulation of the names of the men who were wounded or killed in action, including the dates and the fronts on which the casualties occurred. It is probably the best souvenir we could take home with us, except ourselves. It will prove in years to come to be one of our most coveted possessions, and show to our friends the reasons why the Second Division communication systems were second to none.

Dependent relatives and the situation at home necessitated the furlough or discharge of the following members of the battalion, who departed for the United States during the past month: Cpl. George Cox, Sgt. William E. Ralston, Cpl. Lloyd Bell, Pvt. Orin Mischaud and Pvt Saunders of Company B; Cpl. A. M. Grant of Company C, and Sgt. William E. Miller and Pvt. Harry E. Laurence of Company A. Sgt. Miller and Sgt. Ralston were the only two who left on furlough.

THE INDIAN PAGE NINE
YORK SPUR'S DOPE By a Navy Man With the Division

Courage.

Mary Thurman, movie actress, and a good one, when telling what she expected of her "ideal man," said, among other things: "He must be courageous, without carrying a chip on his shoulder."

She wasn't talking about war. She was talking about life, and the living of it. That chip on your shoulder may be good advertising, and it may not.

While you're waiting for someone to knock that chip off your shoulder, the other fellow is "making good." While you're waiting for somebody to call your bluff, the other fellow is liable to get away with everything that is worth getting away with. It's the man who does the deed, and when he's finished that can do another deed, who counts most these days. Chuck the chip and get busy.
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Humor.

"Is there such a man in real life a man who can laugh at just the right time and make me laugh at the right time, too?" That's what Marguerite Clark wants to know. It was in the Motion Picture Magazine some time ago. It don't sound hard, I'll admit, but when I get to thinking of the breaks I've made by laughing at the wrong time, or worse yet, by not laughing at all, I begin to appreciate what she means. It's a science.

You're judged by what makes you laugh, as well as by what you do, and most folks laugh pretty often. How about it? What does it take to make you laugh, and how does it affect the other fellow? Does it make him laugh too, or does it "take all the joy out of life," just because you laughed, and the other fellow didn't have a chance?

Foreign Habits.

"We formulate a basis for character during the first 23 years of our life. After our 23rd year we may truly say we begin to learn things. Then is when we really begin our schooling in the school of life."

I don't know just how much I believe in that, but it makes me wonder what sort of "basis for character" I've got. I always thought I had a character, or that I was and am a character, but I'm only 23 years old, so I guess I'm just starting to school in life's great school.

When a habit gets hold of a fellow it's hard to break away, and the habits of the French and German people we've been living with during the last two years, more or less, have been habits that don't work back home back in the States where mother is.

It strikes me that it is high time to get in training for the home coming, where we'll have to be civilized Americans again, instead of accumulating foreign habits. Some of these habits may be worth copying, but those that are most in evidence don't stand the test in the States. You may be going home sometime and you may not, but it Pays to remember how they do things back home in "God's Country."

Memory.

Somewhere in some magazine I saw where it said: "There are no two words in the English language more descriptive of business inefficiency than 'I forgot'." Then later on I was reading in the American magazine and ran across an article that said: "Memory is a wonderful faculty, and is only excelled by the ability to forget."

They're both right. The fellow that's always forgetting, things will most likely in the end forget to succeed; he'll forget to become prosperous, and all that. But it's a Godsend to find a fellow who is glad to forget when memory might cause you or your best
friend a great embarrassment, or disgrace, or financial loss.

When it doesn't do anybody any good, it pays to forget. The fellow who suffers from your unwanted good memory may some time use his own memory to your decided discomfort. Sometimes it pays, but "I forgot" isn't much good as a steady diet.

Hot Air.

"Hot air goes a long way when there are brains in the furnace," says a noted sales manager who has enough brains himself to camouflage his "hot air" and make it a thing of real value to himself and his concern.

Did it ever occur to you that the other fellow has about the same troubles as yourself? He don't want to hear what you've got to say any more than you want to hear what he's got to say, unless it happens to be of particular interest to him. When you see he's not interested, break off, and lead him to start something of his own, then you've got him. That's the thing he's most likely interested in. Then give him your hot air if you like, but remember that's where the brains come in. Regulate your supply to fit his enthusiasm over his own interests and give him rope, filling in with the best you've got when he begins to slow up, and when you go he'll think you're a darned fine fellow.

You showed so much interest in him and his affairs, and yet you were not over-inquisitive. Then he begins to remember the things you said, and the particular kind of interests you had, and the more he thinks about it the more he likes it, and pretty soon he convinces himself that he likes you and your "line" and you're pretty sure to hear from him. How about it? Doesn't it work? Try it once and see.
York Spur.



PARIS SAFE
First truck driver: "I wonder what ever became of that big gun?"
Second Ditto: "Oh, he's interned in Holland."
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Pvt. Smith: I am told there are salmon in the Rhine.
Pvt. Jones: S-s-h! The mess sergeant will hear you.

There are cheese! Just like there are molasses. The plurality of this simple noun is established enough long since. The cheese is mortified (anything is attributable to the cheese in this case cadaverous. dead, rancid, odoriferous or rank). Only the first of these attributes, however, can be applied to one Lt. Stephen A. Walser, of a philanthropic, altruistic temperament, who subjected himself to the complaints of his delightful French traveling companions from Nancy to Metz, and those of the refined "femme de chambre" in a Metz hotel, just to bring back to the C. O. of his mess "un petit morceau" of the aforesaid cheese. Its name is Camembert. The lieutenant's mortification is as tenacious as that of the cheese.

Imagine the discomfort! There he was in a French compartment with companions who had not eaten garlic that morning. They didn't ask him what he had, they just sniffed. The "loot" thought sniffing was significant enough, so when he arrived at Metz he took a room in a hotel where he hoped to camouflage his treasure beyond the reach of the keen olfactories of the French, and camouflage he did—at least thought he did when he wrapped them up in all his best clothes and buried them (meaning the cheese) in a drawer. He left, and then came back to 'get his baggage ready for the trip to Coblenz, when he was met by the maid.

"Please, sir," she said, "are you a taxidermist?"

"Mais non," he replied. "How do you get that way?"

"Well, sir, you see, my husband died in 1915 from bites by trench rats; and I thought that if you were going to stuff those you have in your drawer there, I'd like to have one to put over my "foyer" so I can swear at it each day."

In our present age of inspections, when every unit undergoes a series, one branch of the Seventeenth Field Artillery claims the title of being the most thoroughly inspected unit of the Army of Occupation.

This unit is now labeled the "Corps Motor School." Since its origin as the school of instruction for motor drivers of the Seventeenth Field Artillery, this school has stood many critical inspections by many high officials. Major generals and brigadier generals came on in flocks. French and English staff officers arrived in large numbers, and found time to look over the greasy, oil-stained motor parts which are interesting objects of study. One of the most distinguished visitors was Mr. Davis, ambassador to England.

When, during the latter part of January, the first motors and tractors began to arrive at the village of Bendorf, the town in which the regiment was then stationed—it soon became necessary to teach the men how to drive the "gas horses," feed them and keep them in prime condition. It was then that the first motor school was started, and many a former lead, swing or wheel driver exchanged his grooming kit for an oil can and a wrench; and his bridle for the wheel of the new gas wagon.

This course, which lasted but a few weeks, was closely followed by a second, and when the entire organization was moved to its present location, the fortress of Ehrenbreitstein, the school established itself in the former stables of the German artillery regiment at the east end of the fortress.

Capt. H. J. Stebbins and Lieut. Milspaugh got busy and greatly improved the organization of the school. New buildings were added and occupied. Drawings and tracings made, gasoline engines taken apart and mounted on exhibition stands, new motor parts were procured, and every known type of spark plug introduced into the lectures.

At the present time the school consists of about a dozen buildings and has a quarter-mile track for the tryouts of the students and the machines. Accidents happen, of course, but no one has ever been seriously hurt.

The school has a garage of 95 Quad two-ton trucks, 70 Indian motorcycles, 16 Liberty trucks, four light Ford delivery trucks, four Harley-Davidson motor cycles with side cars, and four without, and a large number of tractors for the batteries.

At the end of a course is an examination, which is practical as well as written. A thirty-foot square, with sides of wooden planks, is laid out. The student drives his truck into the square and attempts to turn around again and drive out again without touching the boards. The test of the tractor men is somewhat similar.