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VOL. I, NO. 8. June 3, 1919. NEUWIED-ON-THE-RHINE
BRIDGE BUILDING RECORDS SMASHED
Bridging the Rhine at HOnnigen with pontoons in 58% minutes, the Second Engineers broke all records for that river on Sunday, May 25.
This famous Second Division organization gave the Germans of Honnigen and nearby towns something to talk about. The best records the Germans ever made anywhere along the Rhine, was something more than four hours. The Three Hundred and Eighth Engineers got their bridge across in two hours and twenty-five minutes. Now the First Division is going to try its luck.
In the opinion of many former German army officers, the Rhine at Honningen could not be bridged at all, because of the speed of the current. Varying according to conditions, the Rhine flows with a current of from seven to ten miles an hour, being- one of the swiftest flowing streams in the world.
The work of bridging the river was done by representatives from every company in the regiment, numbering 400. Only half of these men had taken the preliminary training practice. The work was done under the direction of Major Thomas Wyman of the Second battalion.
Precisely at 9 o'clock the whistle blew, and the battalion was off on the run. They kept up the speed until the last, every man working at a dog-trot, whether it be carrying heavy beams, or oars for the boats, or coils of rope. Crowds of German civilians stood upon the bank watching the work, but having very little to say. The bridge, started simultaneously from both banks, grew rapidly until it was joined in midstream.
The moment the last plank had been laid and the last knot tied, a mighty shout went up, and the engineers who had built the structure proudly marched across it, led by their band, the procession headed by the regimental commander, Col. S. C. Godfrey.
Then Battery B of the Twelfth Field Artillery marched across the bridge, just to show the structure could meet any traffic demands that might be made' upon it.
Ninety-one boats were used in building the bridge. These were the regulation German army pontoon boats. They were manned by crews, rowed to mid stream, then allowed to drift down toward the end of the bridge, the anchor being thrown out at the proper time, the rope payed out, everything being made fast just as the boat arrived in place.
The moment the boat slipped into position, the gap to the completed end of the bridge was spanned with heavy timbers. In less time than it takes to tell, actually, the floor was laid and a hand-rail up, all ready for the next boat, which was always waiting.
The distance covered by the bridge was more than 1,440 feet.
COMRADES IN SERVICE
The first week of campaigning in the interest of "Comrades in Service" in the Second Division has proven a great success.
Lieutehant Scott, officer in charge of the movement in the Division, has had charge of the programs. They have consisted of several musical selections rendered by the "Marine Trio" of the Eleventh Regiment, Marines, Sergeant Major Huntington and Private Neal. Lieutenant Scott has been explaining the "Aims and Methods" of the "Comrades in Service," and helpful addresses have been given by Doctor Foster, "father" of "Comrades in Service;" Division Chaplain Owens. Chaplain Crosby, Chaplain Higgins and Chaplain Currie.
Programs have been given at the Second Ammunition Train, Ninth Infantry, Fourth Machine Gun Battalion, and Fifth Marines. The response has b(•en, splendid, fully 95 per cent of the men present having expressed their desire to become members. This movement is all-American, non-sectarian, non-partisan, and is of interest to all the members of the A. E. F. Anyone interested will get full information if they write the "Comrades in Service," Second Division Headquarters, Neuwied.
The Germans are patching their torn bills with Second Division Indian head seals. Trying to give the money a face value.

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AMMUNITION TRAIN JOTTINGS
After having made a complete conquest of the old Fourth Division, and scoring a decided hit with the wearers of the ivy leaf, the Second Ammunition Train show is now pulling off an attack on the erstwhile peaceful Third Division at Andernach, on the Rhine.
Much of the show's popularity is due to the constant coaching of Chief Mechanic Meitzell.
The Hawaiian Quartette has a decidedly pleasing program, well played on the guitar and mandolin. Sheehan, the tipsy wire walker, is going stronger every day, and Smith Brothers, Connors and Rogers furnish a gale of laughter in their skit entitled "Call Me Anything But Late for Breakfast." Burlingame and Shaw have not forgotten how to make a crowd laugh, either. And the Indian Octette simply knocks 'em off the benches. A good five-piece orchestra helps out the whole program, and Bennetti still has his messkit.
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Hawkshaw says: "I wish the government would hurry and send the troops home so that I wouldn't have to wait so long in the barber shops."
Have you seen all the new chevrons in G Company lately? If you haven't, just take a look at Chase, Brown, Gillis and one or two others.
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Bill: "What do you mean you 'went over the top and was decorated for it' when everybody knows you got no further than the S. 0. S.?"
Tom: "I spoke to the company commander without the permission of the first sergeant and he blacked both my eyes for it."
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A German in Heddesdorf has a Belgian dog and has repeatedly boasted of the fine service it has rendered on the battlefields. Hearing this, a member of the Second Supply Train decided the dog should be decorated. He tied a can to it's tail.
Beck: "What is the 'Saar' basin the Germans are kicking so much about?"
Rosenback: "That's an antique bath room fixture they couldn't get out of France with the rest of the loot."
In America we put a nut on the end of the axle tree to keep the wheel on. In Germany they have a slot in the end of the axle through which the linchpin is inserted while the nut gets into the wagon and
drives.
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Now comes a protest from the supply trains that Corporal Shreiner's Ford was NOT the oldest in the trains. Well, you must admit it LOOKED the oldest.
Phillips: "What do you mean by the fourth dimension?"
Nadeau: "Your waist measure after eating thirds."
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THE AMMUNITION TRAIN, NON COMS' SCHOOL
Captain, waxing enthusiastic in physics. "And now we come to atoms."
Sergeant Sighs: "Sir, where is atoms?"
Captain: "Oh, you mean Athens, in Greece." Sergeant: "Oh, no, sir. I mean atoms—the place where all the Germans were blown to."
Major, at full-pack inspection: "Where is your soap?" Why, I carried the first piece of soap ever issued me for three years, when I was a Corporal."
Corporal Bacon: "Yes sir, yes sir, but—er—a--I wash every day sir."
—Burlingame.
COMPANY A, SECOND SUPPLY TRAIN
In the last few months old age has overtaken two of our members—Corporals O'Keefe and Mahrle. Being too old to herd a three-ton truck around, they have been sent to the Y. M. C. A. as replacements, and are now in charge of two light cars.
There is a great deal of talk around the company as to who is the oldest. If O'Keefe is asked the question, a big growl is given, but not his age.
—Cpl. James A. Beasley.
After sampling the German war bread, and carefully examining the composition of the bread card we see where the storekeeper wins in the exchange.

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VERY FITTING, VERY!
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In recognition of the splendid services rendered by Sergeant Pace, who has charge of the transportation during several drives, it is only fiittng that some sort of distinction be bestowed upon him. The fol. lowing has been suggested:
When Sergeant Pace approaches the stables, the corporal of the guard will call, "Turn out the mules—Sergeant Pace !" If the celebrated Texan salutes, the corporal will call, "Never mind the mules."
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Among the many celebrities our regimental ball team boasts, is Corporal Smithson, who is the champion "corn husker" of the state of Illinois.
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Small Boy: "Who are those men with the green bands around their arms?"
Wise Soldier: "Why they belong to the I. C." Small Boy: "What does I. C. stand for?"
Wise Soldier: -Ignorance Corps, of course."
—Pvt. Lon T. Smith, Fifth Marines
EIGHTEENTH COMPANY, FIFTH MARINES
Well, boys, Cpl. Albert Fuller has succeeded Private Marshall as rumor editor, so look to him for information as to when we are going home. Private (Pop) Marshall left with the prize company and is
making good.
One of the boys tried to get Cpl. Abe Alsher's goat
by offering him a 60 pfennig cigar. Abe hates any-
thing made in Germany.
The boys were delighted to hear Bugler Taylor was to leave for the States; but another bird replaced him. Since Cpl. "Larry" Kennedy was picked to do clerical work with the prize platoon, Nelson has no trouble finding his mess gear at chow time.
—Pvt. Ray J. Kwiatkowski. SIXTY -SIXTH COMPANY, FIFTH MARINES
Sergeant Bosman's team of stars was beaten in an exciting game by Sergeant McClure's braves, to the tune of 9 to 7. The feature of the game was a marvelous one hand catch by Rambler. Gallagher, Praw-at and Rambler starred for the winners, while Anderson and O'Leary featured for the loosers.
Privates Grady and Roche, our champions, issue a challenge to all corners in wood chopping and sawing.
Sergeant Cunningham, formerly police sergeant, now in charge of the first platoon, has certainly shown the earmarks of an able platoon sergeant. Witness the soldierly accomplishments of his men. Good luck to our genial John.
Harris (King Bad Eye), since taking charge of the galley, has done wonders in the line of eats for the boys. The "King" has cakes, pancakes, pies and biscuits regularly in Waldorf Astoria style. Long live the King.
Private Fisher, "Prince of Dog-robbers." has been sadly missed of late, due to his departure.
The landscape work done by Sergeant Thomas awl Corporal Naples has added both beauty and charm to
our company camp. —Pvt S. J. Harrington.

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NEUWIED
In prehistoric days the Rhine flowed into a mighty lake above the town of Konigswinter, where the Eifel range meets the mountains of the Westerwald. In time the Rhine wore down the barrier that obstructed its course, and the receding waters uncovered the beautiful valley between Andernach and Cohlenz.
Into this valley came Caesar with his Roman legions, in 55 B. C. Subduing the barbaric tribes, he proceeded to civilize the country. Fine roads, akin to the Apian Way, strong walls and fortified camps were built, traces of which can still be found.
But time passed; Caesar and his legions became a memory; the walls and forts fell into ruins, and on the site of one of Caesar's main forts a little village, named Langendorf, was founded.
Langendorf was destroyed during the Thirty Years War, but in 1647 Count Friedrich III, of Wied, finding his chateau at Braunsberg too small, built a new, beautiful chateau near the ruins of Langendorf, and named it Neuenwiedt.
Houses were built for his servants and retainers, and the young count showed wisdom ,beyond his times by having wide streets laid out in geometric style.
Count Friedrich was not only wise, but he was liberal. In that age of religious bigotry he made his village a refuge for men of all beliefs, a city where Catholic, Protestant, Freethinker and Jew could live and worship according to their particular creed, without fear of persecution.
In 1653 Neuwied was incorporated as a city, and in 1662 Count Friedrich carried his radicalism to the extent of freeing all slaves and abolishing serfdom in his province.
Thus Neuwied became popular and attracted many settlers, but unfortunately it attracted trouble also. The Neuwied basin being an ideal battleground, the armies of the French and Hollanders clashed in 1673. and Neuwied was pillaged indiscrimniately by both parties.
In 1792 Napoleon invaded the Rhineland and formed
the Federation of the Rheinish Provinces. The Prince
of Wied, however, being loyal to his Prussian emperor, refused to join the Rh'einbund, and was forced to flee, his estates being given by Napoleon to the Prince of Nassau.
After the "Little Corporal's" downfall, the province of Neuwied was incorporated into Prussia, and thus the faithful prince lost his principality, but retained his title and his numerous chateaux.
In 1870 Neuwied was the central recruitingstation for the Reserve Battalions, and in this last uar was used for the same purpose.
Neuwied is now a city of 20,000 inhabitants, with extensive ironworks and schwemmstein factories. Schwemmstein is the volcanic ash cast up by the volcanoes when the Rhine valley was young.
Each era in the history of Neuwied left its mark on the town. By excavations, traces of the old Roman walls and streets; can be found. In Heddesdorf there stood a Roman fort which has long since disappeared. but its memory is preserved in the names of the streets — kastellstrasse, Romerstra.s.se and Wall-
strasse. Several historians claim that it was at Neu vied that Caesar threw his first bridge across the
Rhine.
The battles fought here during the Thirty yea War and the One Hundred Years War are almost fors gotten, but some of the old houses on the Rhine stillr have the cannon balls buried in the walls.
The tide of enthusiasm resulting from the France_ Prussian War receded, leaving a few Denkmais and several Iron Crosses, and now 1870 lives only in the memory of its veterans, but the present era, While it doesn't leave any physical marks on the town, Will not be forgotten for years to come.
The House of Wied has always played a prominent part in the politics of Europe. The present Prince Frederick, "First zu Wied," is content to lead a comparatively quiet life in his schloss with his wife, a princess of the House of Wurtemburg, but his brothers are not so retiring. Prince Wilhelm reigned as King of Albania for several turbulent years, until he was deposed. Prince Victor, the youngest brother; went in for diplomacy, and was ambassador for the German crown, first to Italy, and then to Denmark. The brothers all held various commissions in the German army during the war.
Karl I, King of Roumania, a prince of the House of Hohenzollern, married Princess Pauline of Neuwied. Princess Pauline, a very beautiful woman, was a poetess, and wrote under the pen name of Carmen Sylva. She loved the Westerwald, and passed her last years at Monrepos.
In addition to his brothers, the Prince of Wied has two sisters—Elizabeth and Louisa—both unmarried.
Carmen Sylva loved youth and everything young. She always had five or six' young girls with her, as she claimed that the presence of so much youth yould keep anybody young. Perhaps she was right. Who
knows? —Sgt. 0. J. Anderson.
RUMORS—WE ALL HEAR THEM
It was in the mess hall, and the soldier was speaking to nobody in particular and everybody in general: "You can bet every cent you have we will be home by July 1." After waiting for that to sink in, he added: "And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if we were home before that." Then a voice from the rear snoke UP. "Feel around and see if you ain't home now.
BOWS AND BEAUX
It was really Corporal Lumex's fault. He should have been more explicit. In relating his experiences, he wrote to her: "A whiz-bang struck and exploded to the right, and a piece of shell went through canvas top of my truck and put one of my bows out of commission."
She wrote back: "It was inconsistent of you to profess your love for me and then make the bruttally frank statement that one of your beaux was injure while riding on your truck; even though you erred in spelling 'beaux'. Please do not take the trouble answer this."

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Large French Tank, Mounting a 75 mm. Gun, Used in Attack on Thiancourt. Sept. 13. 1918, During St. Mihiel Drive
LONG LIVE LADY NICK
Old John Barleycorn has hit the skids at last. To the fond devotees of "Black and White," "Manhattan" and "sloe gin" this bit of news is well nigh a knockout.
No more "night caps," no more "rushing the can." No more "eye-openers" or "hangovers." The days of debauchery and carousing are gone forever, thanks to the "prohibs," and the home-coming hero must quaff in water or "Bill" Bryan's favorite. So much for that
But there is one so-called evil which I devoutly hope may never fall under the ban. It has done more to win the war than any one thing I know of. All hail her majesty, the cigarette!
Who has not gloried in the brotherhood of "butts," or reveled in the fellowship of "shorts," or thanked the Lord for the comraderie of "lip-burners?" Be it a bag of "Bull" or a timely "Home Run," a "Piedmont," "Camel" or "Fatima," it did its bit against Fritz by stimulating that quality so essential to military success—morale.
Many a hike would have been an ounce beyond endurance but for a couple of life-saving puffs from some buddy's fag in a despairing moment. Many a screaming "seabag" has been shorn of its terror by the nerve-steadying inhale of a friendly cigarette.
Remember that day when you lay in a fox-hole wondering where the next one would hit, and your bunkie slipped you the "makings?"
You didn't realize it then, perhaps, but it was that which helped to "hold you together" in that horrible hour. When Bull Durham was as rare as eggs in Germany, it was a "tailor-made" that put the "pep" into your frayed backbone.
So when the annals of this great war are written, let us hope that, in all justice, a special chapter will be dedicated to the honor of Lady Nick—may she live forever! For, next to the Red Cross nurse, she is the **Rose of No-Man's-Land."
—Cpl. E. L. Haines, 84th Co., 6th Marines
SEVENTEENTH FIELD *ARTILLERY
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Going "over the top," is sort of a pastime with the Seventeenth now-a-days.
The "Y," generalled by three charming ladies, launches the attack by throwing over an ice-cream and cookie barrage, whereupon the boys advance.
These ladies can certainly figure firing data, for they always make a hit.
—Cpl. R. G. Kmetz, Battery E.

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FEARF,D SECOND DIVISION MOST
HUN ARTILLERY CHIEF PRAISES DOUGHBOY-MARINE MA( HINE—SAYS AMERIC_-0., N. ERE VERY
BRAVE. BUT GENERALLY POORLY LID AND DISCIPLLNED--MORE YOU
SHOT DOWN THE MORE THERE WERE.'.
By Richard Henry Little.
(From the Chicago Tribune)
BERLIN, April 30, via Paris, May 4.—Every doughboy in the army has his own idea of what was the best American division that came overseas. Some are a trifle doubtful, but perhaps, because they changed divisions once or twice, but the great majority can tell right off the reel which division is the best, and, by a strange coincidence, it invariably happens to be the one to which the particular man belongs.
Perhaps the German opinion on the subject would not be given serious attention by American soldiers, but to satisfy my own curiosity. I asked Col. Rudolph von Xylander, chief of artillery in the Third German Army, what he thought about it. Without a moment of hesitation Colonel von Xylander said:
"One composed of both marines and infantry—the Second Division."
The colonel qualified this with the remark that he hadn't seen all the American divisions; he could only speak about those in front of the Third German am:, and those he had seen casually to the left of the Third Army.
The next question naturally was why he thought the Second Divigion was the best.
Second Better Disciplined.
"It was better disciplined and better led than the others," Colonel von Xylander replied. "It was a fighting machine; it didn't waste its men; it always knew what it was about, and in an unexpected phase of the battle could readjust itself and turn things to its own advantage.
"We were always much pleased to learn that the French divisions in front of us were being taken out and replaced by Americans, because then we could turn over and get a little sleep. But if we learned the Second Division was coming after us, we had to re-enforce our line, increase our battery fire, and crener-ally sit up and take notice."
The next obvious question was why the Germans were pleased when the French were replaced by Americans.
Fought to Suit Themselves.
"Because the Americans weren't nearly as good troops as the French," Colonel von Xylander said. -But, of course, it wasn't their fault. When they came into the war the French had been at it four year: and were seasoned veterans. The Americans had slight training, and their officers practically were not trained at all. The men were much better than their officers, which again was not the officers' fault, because you can come nearer to making a soldier in three months than an officer.
—nue Nmerican officers and men were very brave. but they would rush about sometimes like crazy people and get all mixed up. Men would run away ahead of their artillery and get in positions absolutely untenable, where they simply threw their lives away. Their officers would seem bewildered and sometimes it seemed to us that their men paid no attention tc them, but ran to fight to suit themselves."
Second's Steam Under Control.
"And this was not true of the Second Division r I asked.
"The Second Division," the colonel answered ii, enthusiastic terms. ".Ah, they never stopped. They had plenty of steam. but it was always under control."
Von Xylander was most enthusiastic over the famous lost battalion of the Seventy-seventh Division. which, when surrounded and under destructive fire from every side, replied to the summons to surrender: "Go to hell'"
"Yes, yes," the colonel said, "that is the reply their commander sent back. I had gone down there to place some of my guns so we could shell the patch of woods in which they were hiding. but our men were all around and we could not use the guns.
"It was at Binerville, in the Argonne, I think. about September 25, 1918. The Am,ericans made a big push that day. They came on in bad formation massed heavily in spots. Our troops were badly outnumbered and we had in front of the Americans only the old landwehr from Wurttemburg.
Huns Cheered "Lost Battalion."
"We were afraid your American boys would run all over the landwehr, who were men of 45 and 55. But we soon had word from the landwehr they could take care of the Americans, who pushed on 'n the wrong direction and left their flank uncovered. The landwehr shifted position slightly and put in a heaq enfilading fire on the Americans, punishing them most severely.
"ft was in the general confusion that one American battalion got entirely lost. It rushed right through our line, which quickly reformed behind the Americans, and there they were, entirely cut off from their own army. We quickly attacked with machine guns, minenwerfers, flame throwers and furious rifle fire, but they held out, I think, three days.
Americans Didn't "Stay Dead."
"Finally, when the French advanced, we had to retreat, and the plucky Americans were saved. I remember our men cheered them as our lines fell back.
I had to insist that with all their faults the Americans seemed to keep "Jerry" busy making tracks to-

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ward Germany. The colonel threw up his hands and regarded me despairingly through his monocle.
"Ach gott!" ejaculated the colonel. "There were so many of them. They were hard to kill and the more you shot them down the more of them there were. I don't think they stayed dead."
(Copyright, 1919, by the Chicago Tribune.)
HURRYING TLME
"Goodness!" gasped the sergeant of the guard. sticking his head out of the window. "What is the man doing?"
Private Murphy, the sentry, was running as fast as possible from one end of his post to the other.
"Hey, Mike!" yelled the non-com. "What's the trouble?"
"Sure, an' there's no trouble at all," replied Murphy, panting, as he paused in his scurry.
"Then what are you running for?"
"Well, ain't I on duty here for two hours? I'm only trying to get me two hours done quick."
—Cpl. H. W. Senneke, Co. H, 23rd Infantry.
FOURTH MACHINE GUN BATTALION
Yes, the Fourth Machine Gun Battalion is still with the division and hopes to stay with it until the glad day comes. Cook Adomitis is sporting a third stripe.
Our "top kick" is at present enjoying a trip to London, England, and we all wish him the best of luck and miss him a great deal,
About eight members of this company have started on the last big drive home. Gee, we don't envy them. but you know, "The tooter the sweeter," is our motto
HOW.
Corporal McGlade left to play ball on the divisional team, and, although we all wanted the Second )ivision to be on top, we hated to lose such a good Ian from our team. Tommie Deminguez was another. but he is going home, so we will pat him on the hack and think nice things about going home soon. We still have beaucoup marks that Connie Hamil-on is the champion talker of the Army of Occupation. —James .1. Shea, Co. B.
CAMOUFLAGE—Naming German ships after jokes, so the English couldn't see them.
COMPANY B. FIRST FIELD SIGNAL BATTALION
Things We Never Expected to See:
Private Butts not being able to outrun an M. P. (But we do give him credit for being a convincing talker.)
Corporal Shute, the company mechanic, trying to make a door, ten inches too short, fit a refrigerator.
Weekly Report.
MONDAY—Pay day.
TUESDAY—Usual festivities.
WEDNESDAY—Festivities.
THURSDAY—Festivities.
FRIDAY—Festivities.
SATURDAY—Festivities.
SUNDAY—No record. Nothing further to report.
To get the meaning of a Deutsch word that you hear, guess until you think you have it, then get a dictionary and look up just the opposite of what you thought it was.
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Major League: "Wire chief, I want you to look over my phone. What is that d---- scratching in the receiver? It comes in and goes away at times."
Wire Chief: "Oh, that is static, sir."
Major League: "Well, you tell 'Static' to stay off this line when I'm talking."
MEN WE WOULD LIKE TO MEET
The man who invented the collapsible handle on our canteen cup.
The guy who put "corned willy," salmon, rice and like dainties on our bill of fare.
The nut who designed(?) our oversea cap.
The fellow who marks the size on the shoes we've been getting lately.
—Pvt. Odin Thomas, 96th Co., Sixth Marines.

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Capt. Walter G. Long, Editor
Pvt. H. H. Watson, Art Editor
Cpl. Walter Borg, Collector
Pvt. W. Jenkins
Capt. J. R. Minter, Asst. Editor
Cpl. J. Q. Minard, Sporting Editor
Cpl. Max L. Morton, Circulation
Pvt. A. Diekmeyer
Pvt. L. N. Keller
Pvt. .1. W. Caudle, Business Mgr.
Pvt. R. C. Mather, Foreman
Pvt. Harold L. Johnson
Pvt. V. H. Burlingame
REPORTORIAL STAFF—THE ENTIRE DIVISION

JOIN THE SECOND DIVISION ASSOCIATION
Let's quit putting this thing off, and just wade in and get it over—JOIN THE SECOND DIVISION ASSOCIATION.
Everybody knows everybody will join in time but there is no time like the present for things like this. All jokes aside, this division is going home one of these days. If its magnificent spirit is to survive. an inspiration for the new Second Division that will eventually take the place of this old, battle-scarred .aggregation of Hun chasers, the men in the present outfit must tie up with the divisional organization.
Below is a concise, condensed statement of the aims of this association, and instructions how to join.
Applications for membership should be addressed to the secretary of the association, Headquarters Second Division, A. P. 0, 710, American Expeditionary Forces.
For the information of those concerned, +he following extracts from the Constitution of the As=sociation are published:
-The objects of this Association shall be:
"To promote and maintain among its mmtbers the comradeship and spirit engendered 1) active service with the Second Division, A, E. F., in the Great War;
"To preserve the history of the accomp ishments of the Second Division by preparing and publishing a complete history of the Second Division, A. E. F., and of the gallant and heroic deeds of its officers and men.
Active Membership
"All members of the Army, Navy or M wine Corps, or of the Allied Armies, who -served, or may serve, honorably overseas as a part of the Second Division prior to the ratification of the Peace Treaty with German are eligible for membership in The Second Division Asssociation:
honorary Members
"All members of the Red Cross, Y. C A., Knights of Columbus and the Salvation
Army,
or any other welfare organization who served, or may serve, honorably over seas
under assignment to the Second Division prior to the ratification of the Peace Treaty are
eligible as honorary members of The Second Division Association.
"They shall not be required to pav dues, but will be required to pas' an initiation fee."
Applications for membership, submitted on a id after April 16, 1919, shall be accompanied with
filth lion fee of One Dollar and the first years dues.
The yearly dues is One Dollar; irritation fee is One Dollar.
Total to join:
Active Membership: Two Dollars.
Honorary Membership: One Della:
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HOW WE FEEL ABOUT IT.
"Who won the war?" One hears this topic discussed almost every time soldiers from different divisions get together.
Each soldier will modestly admit his division was the best, and the one that really "turned the trick." This savors of egotism, although it is not intended that way, but is expressive of the "esprit de corps" which exists among our troops, rather than braggadocio.
Without that spirit morale would be a thing unknown and victory hopeless.
Let us not forget that it was not only our divisions. but the gallant troops of the Allies, that brought about a successful termination of the great conflict, and that each unit was more or less dependent upon the other. For illustration, let us ,;ay the front line represents a great sea wall or dam, and each army a section thereof, the --Adiers the rocks, and the officers the cement that holds them together.
Each rock and each section has to hold back a certain amount of water pressure, and a weak spot could cause no end of damage, and possibly disaster.
Naturally the power of resistance depends entirely upon the solidity of the smaller units.
Instead of "tooting our own horn" and trying to discount the efforts of others, we can say with pride that we have accomplished that which was expected of us, fulfilled our mission with credit and contributed our share toward that splendid victory of the Allies.
Pvt. Lon T. Smith 45th Co., 5th Marines.
THE PLACES WE LIVE IN
Get out a map and look 'em over. They're all there.
Scratch your "Dernbach" and "Hausen" "Urbach," and get "Weis" old "Wolfenucker" and "Stopperich" you "Mascheid" "Hardee." You are "Kausen" a "Wienen" "Ober Hammerstein's "Rasselstein." You "Nieder Breitbach" to bring us your "Burdenhach" "Ober Steinbach" with a "Gladbach." You better smoke a "Neuwied" and throw your "Altwied" away,
or somebody will knock your "Heddesdorf" and you can't put it "Illinningen" "Dierdorf."
Don't take the "Strassenhaus" or you will "Nieder Bieber" when "Datzroth," (the old "Steinbick"). Look at the "Breitscheid" and make the "Walbreitbach" again. Don't "Block (the) Heimbach" door. Let "Wol-lendorf" alone and "Puderbach" "Ubberdorf" and go to the "Thalhausen" the village by the "Ruscheid" "Ben-Dorf" and don't get in 'Ellingen." "Winau" (we know) a "Grenzhausen" where if you "Sessenbach" too "Fahr" you can't "Faulbach" unless you "Ham-merforst," and you "Kann" Reidenbruch "Harsch-bach" with a "Brochenbach."
There was a "Burglahr" with a "Seelbach" and "Kaffroth" "Eichen" for a "Bonnfeld" when "Gren-zau" Gran saw) a "Britnau" (bright new) -Border" (murder). His "Solscheid" "Siebenmorgen," and went to "Schule" "Reichenstein." Ask me what is "Gras Werth" and I'll direct you to "Beugenhausen." "Dessen" "Goldheid" misers all "Heide" their money in "Schenkelbure on the "Hillsheid."
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TWELFTH FIELD ARTILLERY SOUVENIRS
Visitors to Rheinbrohl will do well to stop at the orderly room of the famous Battery C, Twelfth Field Artillery, and see the exhibition of souvenirs won by the personnel. Souvenir hunters of the war type, however, are cautioned to keep a safe distance; the articles are the same as you hang around your house back home after winning some athletic event or oratorical effort. Visitors are put "hep to the fact, that these souvenirs were won by "Brodqky's Skalpers" at the Third Army carnival.

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Get Him Now.
You men of the division who, in civilian life, hire and fire men—you in the division who are managers or owners or presidents of business enterprises on the "outside"—you who will have to hunt for woi.k-men or assistants when you get home and again take charge of your business affairs—how about the men in the division who are experts in your line? Look them over and remember them.
Watch the men in your organization here, and size them up. That old "top" might make a mighty good foreman, and that "buck" from the third or fourth rank back there is an expert with machinery.
That "second louie" might make you a crackerjack salesman in your line. That boy that's always writing such vivid war tales to the folks back home might do wonders in your advertising department.
Have you got autos that have to be taken care of and carefully driven? There are men in the division who can do it to your entire satisfaction. Do you need able and efficient draftsmen? They're right here in the division.
Your bunkie, or your fellow officer, as the case may be, has received special training in something or other. There are chances that it is the very thing you will be looking for soon, you are going to need that kind of a man in your business back in the States. Look him over and size him up.
Are you going to need workers—good workers? There are men in the division without special training, without full education, without a specialty. Those men have great possibilities; they have seen and done things in this man's army that will make them valuable men to somebody. Why not you?
There are men in the division that were laborers before this war broke loose, and they may start out again as laborers, but they are not going to be content as laborers very long. They're going to become skilled workmen in a short time; they're going to be mighty good material for that factory back home. Some day they'll be your executives. They're beginning now to prepare for it. They began training for it the very day they entered the recruit barracks, and they are still at it. You know the men. You know what your bunkie is and what he can do when he's offered the opportunity. This Second Division of ours has men of all sorts and sizes in it, and they offer great possibilities in every line of endeavor.
Keep your eyes open. If you don't get them, the other man will, and you'll lose by it. You'll have to take the castoffs, the wanderers, the inefficient men who can't do the work you want them to do. Grab your man now, and beat the other fellow to him. It's money in your pocket, and, incidentally, helps hold
the division spirit together.
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Life.
"Life is real. Life is earnest." And if we do not realize that fact soon enough, we may find ourselves at the end of life without having accomplished anything, without having acquired anything.
While we're young, not yet taking our full part in the world's work, and others do our thinking for us and bear responsibilities for us, we fail to recognize life for what it really is; we fail to see clearly what a struggle is necessary to keep ahead of the tide, until some day we are forced to live our life alone; to win or lose, according to the amount of knowledge and energy we ourselves have within us.
Then is when we realize, as thousands have realized before us, that this life is really what folks tell us it is, and that we must watch our opportunities as the hawk watches a brood of chicks, and pounce upon those opportunities in much the same way as the hawk pounces upon the chicks.
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Routine.
"Modern industry is characterized by increased strain." Sometimes the strain is almost unbearable. but we must bear it. "With the increase of machinery and the increased hazard to the worker, it is imperative that the worker shall be alert and able to think and act quickly in emergencies."
They're using machinery for most everything nowadays, and machinery offers danger. The regularity of action of machinery, the thump, thump, thump, of a machine that does all day with such regular, monotonous, never-ending, never-changing cadence, is apt to get into a man's system. There's physical danger in most machinery, but the danger of growing into habits of movement that take no thought force is worse danger than that of, being injured physically.
A mind of machine-like precision means one thing, and a mind that dully moves in a regularly traveled routine day after day, and week after week, is another thing. Set an ideal, a goal, high above your hopes and present abilities, then work and think toward that goal, and you will be in no danger of dropping into a work-a-day existence that has no change of variety.
"Plan more than you can do, and DO IT. Bite off more than you can chew, and CHEW IT."
it's forever "keep moving" in this world we live in, or else you'll drop back, down, and out, into nothingness and misery. If the other man can do big things, you can too. Set your goal and keep plunging and kicking ahead until you get there.

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THE SERVICE FLAG.
Two years ago, in a little town in Minnesota, a boy said goodbye to his folks and swung aboard a westbound train for Mare Island, Calif.
The same day his father proceeded proudly to in-
stall a service flag in the window.
In due time the boy arrived in France for service with the Fifth Marines.
At home the service flag was duly dusted and hung in the window.
On the eleventh of No-vember the war game was called because of dark-ness—said darkness being most apparent from the viewpoint of one William Hohenzollern, late of Potsdam—and as the firing ceased the marine had visions of discarding Argonne mud, French fleas, cooties and European
climate, and rushing home with the slogan "Down with the Service Flag, on with the Pie."
Back home the service flag, now somewhat worn and faded, also had visions of relief from active service and retirement to the attic or in the old trunk, covered by Aunt Jemima's wedding dress and sundry relics of the dim and distant past.
Yet, as the troops were rejoicing and revelling in dreams .of pumpkin pie and turkey for Thanksgiving, suddenly came the word, "Forward." The following up of the German retreat had commenced. Vanished were the visions of home and mother, pie and turkey, displaced service flags—discarded along with souvenir "gets" and helmets and everything one's pack could spare—for this was "some hike."
At home the news reached the service flag and it took a new lease on life, was duly dusted once again and prepared for its final vigil.
Out of France into Belgium, through Belgium into Luxemburg, through Luxemburg—and then a halt. At once rumors of relief and "home by Christmas" sprang up, to be lost in wondering whether or not a real Thanksgiving dinner would be forthcoming. The day came, bringing canned "Bill", turkey and hard tack pie, and again the bike was resumed.
At home the service flag spent another Thanksgiving in the window and waited and watched.
On and on, across the Eifel plateau, down the Ahr valley, over to the Rhine, and then, in a rain storm, across that muddy and historic stream, up its valley to Irlich, and then up the Wiedbach to the little town of Aitwied, where the hike ended. Once more rumors caught. up. "Home by Christmas" was discarded as Christmas passed. Followed other rumors. only to be proved unfounded. National Guard. National Army, S. 0. S., all were leaving. But not the Army of Occupation.
At home the service flag still waits. It has also ceased to wonder, and is becoming frayed and worn. 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 000000000 0 0 0
O All officers of the A. E. F., visiting or sta-
• tioned in Neuwied or Heddesdorf, are invited
O to take their meals at the Y. M. C. A. Officers'
O Club, 79 Schlosse Strasse, Neuwied, in the
O building known as the "Casino." •
O The schedule for the meals is as follows:
O Breakfast, 7:30 to 9:30 a. m. Lunch, 12 noon
O to 2 p. m. Afternoon tea (with music) 4 to 6
O p. m. Dinner 6 to 8 p. m.
O R. E. Leonard, Sgt. Maj., Office of G-1. 0
O 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
The sun has faded it. It has watched the seasons, come and go.
But soon the days of the service flag will be over and it will be consigned to its fate, to dream of the days when it watched in the window while the owner watched the Rhine.
—Pvt. G. M. Robertson, Hdqts. Co., 5th Marines.
FUTURE RELATIONS WITH GERMANY
It may be said that Germany's commercial future depends to some extent on the impressions the different occupation troops take home with them.
This is especially true insofar as her future dealings with the United States are concerned, since the average American hasn't the hatred, born of generations, for the Hun that the European people have.
We know that Germany has at work the greatest international propaganda system in the world, and yet, if we do not watch ourselves, that same system will bear fruit in us.
Do you not sometimes say to yourself: "Now won't the folks at home be surprised when I tell them how the Germans treated me while in Germany." That is where the danger lies. When we get home most of the bad taste of the fighting will be gone, and our life in the Army of Occupation will be fresh in our minds. Are we going to he the mouthpiece of the German propaganda system?
At the present time there are in the United States hundreds of infant enterprises manufacturing articles and products that were formerly imported from Germany. The success or failure of these enterprises depends on what legislative action is taken against the importation of certain articles from Germany.
Retain the opinion formed of the Germans when the Lusitania was sunk, or the first time you went over the top -for such opinions were and are ^ight.
Remember, we arc dealing with a nation that has no claim to sympathy, and we cannot form a correct opinion of that nation from the treatment accorded us by a few fawning and, in most eases, hypocritical.
ndividuals.
Sgt. Oliver a Carr, 18th Co., .5th Marines
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A GALA DAY IN KURTSCIIEID.

Kurtscheid is a little village far out in the Coblenz bridgehead area, which was a part of the Thirty-second Division area and now occupied by the Seventeenth Company, Fifth Marines.

The changes in the village are noticeable even to the German population—the town has been cleaned and furbished.

The men of the Seventeenth Company are billeted with the inhabitants, and cleanliness is noted in all corners of the small village.

The company mess hall is a model of taste and neatness, with its snowy tables and brick floors. In the grounds outside the mess hall can be seen the usual handiwork of the typical marine. Broad walks have been constructed, bordered with freshly-laid sods, and outlined with small evergreen trees.

Lawns have been constructed in front, on which can be seen the "Star and Indian" of the Second Division neatly worked in stone, also the hemisphere and souled anchor, which is the emblem of the United States Marine Corps, also done in stone.

On the lawn a flag pole has been erected and on Friday, May 9, 1919, this was the scene of what perhaps may have been the first ceremonial raising of the United States flag on German territory.

About 10 a. m. the Seventeenth Company was drawn up in company. front facing this flag staff. Present were several noted Marine Corps officers, among whom were Brigadier General Neville. Colonel Snyder, Lieut. Colonel Ellis, Captain Galliford and several others.

Marine Gunner Alexander H. Bowman stepped to the base of the staff, attended by a color guard and bent the flag upon the halyards. After which Capt. John W. Thomason, Jr., who commands the Seventeenth Company, took the halyards, and at the command of General Neville smartly hoisted the flag to the mast head.

While the field music blew the inspiring strains of Colors, the company presenting arms, and the officers. remaining at the salute until the last note.
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"ECHOES FROM BROADWAY"

Two words—"different," and "original"—can best describe the success of the Fifth Machine Gun Battalion's new play, "Echoes From Broadway."

This is an offering of six vaudeville acts, and is now touring the Third Division area, after a run of 21 engagements on the Indian and Third Corps circuits. Delightful music, dainty costumes, and clean, clever comedy, make this production one of the best.

Thornton and Sparks in "Mirth and Melody" are the laugh-getters; "An Afflicted Man," a one-act sketch, scores a hit; Smith, Moser, Harris and Wegenast are third on the bill in "The Harmony Four;" Thornton, Moss, Gray and Meredith in "Far From Home," a musical act; Horack and Wegenast in a blackface comedy, "Stranded." A ballet completes the bill.

Due to the able leadership of the manager, Lieut. Wallace Gaskill, assisted by Stage Manager Paul Meyers, Musical Director Clarence Joy, and last but by no means least, Arthur J. Thornton, king of comedy, and all members of the cast, are to be congratulated on the "get-together" spirit they have shown in making this show a success.

—Pvt. E. L. Sparks, Co. B, 5th M. G. Bn.

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END SERIES WITH A. VICTORY
The Second Division baseball team wound up the Northern Rhine League Series with a victory over the Fourth Division team, May 27, with a 6 to 4 score.
In only one inning did the visitors have a look-in. the sixth_ Four singles, coupled with an error netted three runs. An error, a sacrifice and a single added another tally in the seventh, and then Fagen took off his governor and fanned four men in the next two innings.
The features of the game were Legore's work around short. Gatewood's shoestring catch of Legore'-; line smash in the seventh, and McGlabe's catching and stick work. The official scorer charges Allison with an error Ln the fifth. but it is doubtful if it would count in a big league game. With Gressett an first. Pfab drove a wicked grounder to third. Allison made a fine stop, but the impact took him off his feet. From a sitting position he attempted to get Gressett at second, but overthrew the bag. Had he waited to arise, he would have been too late for the play, while had his throw been perfect, an out would have resulted. The box. score:
Kibler, cf
Ashworth, c
Lep.-,ore, ss,
Bossoloni, rf
McGlabe, lb . • • . . • Gresset, if.
Flab, 3b
Fagen, p 0 0 0 3 0
0 3 2 1 0
0 1 0 0 1
6 11 97 14) 0
Fourth Division.
R. H. 0. A. E.
Gatewood, If 1 0 3
Cardwell, *Iti 0 0 2
Smith, lb 3 7
3b . . 0 1 3 0
3 0
9
1
r.
0 0
Fredrich. rf . 0 0 1
1 0 4 0 0
Scott cf. 0 0 0 2 0
Morrow, ss
1 1 4 0
Cassell, e
0 1 0 1 0
Steere, p
Totals . . .4 6 24 9 5
Score by innings:
Second Division
. 0 1 3 0 1 0 1 0 x-6
000003100-4
Fourth Division
Summary: Two-base hits—Gresset, Bosseion', Sac..
CHAMPIONS OF NINTH INFANTRY
A Basketball Team That Has Hung Up a Fine Record Within the Regiment
rifice hits—Bossoloni, Morrow. Stolen base—McGlabe. Struck out—By Fagen 7, by Steere 3. Base on balls—Off Steere, 2.
ANOTHER WIN FROM THIRD ARMY
The game between the Second Division and the Third Army teams, on May 24, was played on the island at Coblence, and may be summed up in three words, "Second—Brought—the goods," for it was all Second.
Brought was in rare form, and the goods were delivered. The Indians were never in danger, and continued to pile up runs even after Truman relieved Pearson in the sixth inning.
Winkleman and Legore were the stellar attra2tions at the bat, while Kibler showed speed on the base Though a trifle one-sided, it was a good game.
Score by innings: R. H. E.
Second Division . • • 3 0 1 3 1 0 1 2 0-11 14 1 Third Army. . . . 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0— 0 3 4
HERE'S ANOTHER ONE
........._
it's getting to be a regular thing now—if the Second Division is not being lined up to be decorated, we line up our ball team and let them decorate '=onie other organization. The Third Army Corps WO our victim in a game played at Heddesdorf on May 2o, b.) a score of 10 to 5. Errors were responsible for m!.til), of the tallies, nevertheless the game was interesting'.
Score by innings: R. ti- Ei
Second Division . . . 0 0 2 1 1 1 1 4 1-11 13 : Third Corps . . „ , 0000 211 0 1— 5 10 3
Second Division.
R. H. 0. A. E.
Winkieman, 2b 0 1 4 4 1
1 1 0 0 0 1 0 7 0 0 1 1 3 3 0 1 2 0 1 1 9 2 11 0 0
Totals

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GOOD BOUTS AT HEDDESDORF
Those who made the trip to the baseball grounds at Heddesdorf, May 26, to witness the boxing card, were given no reason for disappointment. Five bouts of five rounds each gave the fans one and one-half hours of entertainment.
Promptly at 6:30 Leckie of the Sixth Machine Gun Battalion and Christie of the Eighteenth Company, Fifth Marines, entered the ring. The first three rounds
were even, Leckie dropped Christie in the fourth, but the latter quickly recovered; the last round was Leckie's by a shade, and with it the decision. The men fought at 132 pounds.
The second bout brought together Murray of the Third Corps and Strayer of the Fourth Division; 135 pounds. The first three rounds were all Murray's; the fourth even; Strayer mixed it up in the last round while Murray showed signs of weakening. This go was a draw.
The bout between Burns of the Third Army and Tully of the Second Ammmunition Train was an endurance contest. Burns is apparently "the man with the iron mask." He held out his face and let Tully slug away with both hands. He did some clever ducking in the first round. The second was fairly even, Tully willing to mix at all times. The third was Burns; the fourth even, and the last round gave Burns the decision by his forcing the fight. The weight was 135 pounds.
The next bout brought Cosmos of the Twelfth Field Artillery and Paxman of the Fifty-ninth Infantry, Fourth Division, at 145 pounds. Cosmos was on top of his man from the tap of the gong and after one minute of slugging, something happened. Cosmos swung both right and left and Paxman fell like a ton of brick and was counted out. The "knockout" looked suspicious to many; it looked like quitting cold. His second leaned over him after the count of ten and sobbed, "He's gone." Paxman thought he meant Cosmos was gone, for he jumped up then and ran to
his dressing room.
What was intended as the star bout proved to be an eclipse: "Kid" Broad of the Second Ammunition Train against Salem of the Fourth Division, 165 pounds. Broad punished Salem badly in the first
two rounds and the Fourth Division man quit.
Sergeant McFarland was the third man in the ring and performed well. A few spectators disapproved Lis awarding the third fight to Burns, but any other decision would have been unfair. Were referees to permit the views of partisan rooters to influence their judgement, sports would lose their popularity. All honor to Tully for having the courage to tackle the Inan who is to meet Leo Patterson at Coblenz, June
10, for the A. E. F. championship!
Paxman has protested the fight, claiming a foul; he says Cosmos threw the grandstand at him.
Some excellent 15-round bouts are being arranged for the next few weeks, so our short stay here will
Pasts quickly.
FAVORABLE RESULTS AT LE MANS
Since the issue of The Indian of 'the week before last which contained the first story about the shoot at Le Mans, France, all has been finished down there and the final score shows that the Second Division's average is the highest by 10 points and that men from units of this division that are not small arm units have come across with some surprises.
Everybody knows that Corp. Leland A. Peyton of the Fifth Marines won the rifle shoot and Pvt. Orville B. York the pistol competition, but he dow;n't know that a man from the Seventeenth Field Artillery won a gold medal for second place in the pistol shoot and that a man from the Fifteenth Field Artillery won the honorary first place in the same shoot with a score ten points higher than York's. The Seventeenth Field Artillery man is Pvt. Hall Bird, Waterloo, Ohio, who made a score of 1012 against York's 1022. Color Sgt. James W. Dell, Fifteenth Field Artillery, is an old time expert and shot in the same brilliant form which years ago brought him the highest honor the army can bestow upon a pistol expert. His score was 1032. Another medal winner in the pistol competition was Sgt. Edward F. Clarke, Fifth Marines, score 940.
In the organization competition the Fifth Marines came out second, the Sixth Marines fourth, the Ninth Infantry fifth, the Second Engineers eighth, and the Seventeenth Field Artillery thirteenth. The Fifteenth Field Artillery, Twelfth Field Artillery and the Sixth Machine Gun Battalion were well above the middle of the list.
The relative standing and average scores by divisions is as follows:
Second Division, 828.51; First, 818.05; Thirty-Sixth, 817.07; Third, 809.33; Military Police Corps, 800.77; Sixth, 785.37; Fifth, 783.32; Eighty-first, 759.89; Fourth, 742.73; Seventh, 731.44; Seventy-eighth. 728.00; Eighty-eighth, 717.50; Ninetieth, 703.25.
LIKE MONEY FROM HOME
Earl Brannon, the Y. M. C. A. promoter, offered 25 francs a round to any man who could stay with his man, Farney, of the Third Air Headquarters. Leckie, of the Sixth Machine Gun Battalion, accepted the defi, and the bout was pulled off at the Festhalle, Coblenz, Saturday, May 24. Not only did the Second Division lad stay the ten rounds, but handed the challenger a fine lacing. Leckie pocketed the 250 francs and commented on the generosity of this world.
THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD
(As seen by the Germans.)
1. The Second Division.
2. Army chow.
3. The French seventy-fives.
4. Musician Holcomb, H Company bugler.
5. Four-point-sevens.
6. A marine on pass.
7. Soap.
—Cpl. H. W. Smith, II Co.. 23rd, Inf.

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IN THE LONG AGO
(An eqract from a diary. written in the year 2960, by Ikek, the HistGrian. Sun No. 261.)
My airship -Monday- continues to exceed expectations. Yester, No. 260. I went aboard and inspected all mechanical parts. I found them perfect, which muses mirth in remembrance of ancient belief that nothing was perfect. But the world was never th, same after that last war of 1915-1918.
Such unrest and marvelous progress! How I revel in the history of those far-gone suns. Or, as they called them, "days." Days with names. Useless names. My airship, christened "Monday," shows my like for history. If I mistake not, Monday followed Saturday, then Friday, and then—but I have forgotten, and 'tis trivial.
I visited "Indian" yester. The reason was the mention in paragraph 14, Article a, Ancient History, of the town of Neuwied, Germany, which after the above mentioned war, was occupied by the Second Division, U. S. A. The town was later renamed after the division insignia, that of an Indian (a savage first found on the American continent) sitting on a star—that is, I think he was sitting on a star. History is vague on that point.
"Monday" covered the distance from Rochester, N. Y., to "Indian" in 31 1-2 seconds, with all bearings cool upon arrival. Friction is now obsolete.
I investigated the valley on both sides of the Marine river, a river once called the Rhine, so history says, but later renamed after a class of warriors of those days. The usual scenery prevailed—grassy lopes, some ruins of prehistoric castles.
In "Indian" I examined a bridge, which crosses the Marine close to an old fortification, once called Eh-renbreitstein, and now named Post 17th F. A., which letters stand for Fast Artillery, I believe. My concen-t ration when reading this definition was elsewhere.
The bridge, preserved through the centuries by donations left by the last members of the Second Division Association, is built in memory of the Second Engineers, men skilled in bridge building, so history states, and all the science of civil survey. The structure, a massive waste of iron and labor, and artistic construction, tells a story of the ignorance and senti• mentality of that early race--a race who wasted for pleasing effects to the eye.
I viewed the monument dedicated to the Ninth Infantry. This is a monument of stone towering 100 leet in the air, and shaped like the weapon used in that war called the Springfield rifle, which resembles slightly our ray gun of the present time.
A guide then led me to a gigantic building, situated on the hanks of the Marine, called the "Indian Museum,'" Here I stm all relics of that last great war. A \\ at% showing by its weapons of offense and de-fon,,e, to have occurred during an ignorant and un. belie\ able condition of the human race.
ile showed me a room given over to display of an-civet medics. Those crude implements of surgery! Although history says. "Despite these terrible handicaps, the surgeons of that time performed wonderful cures, and few have since outdone the feats of the Second Sanitary Trains."
Another room, in memory of the Second Ammunition Train, had on display all manner of shells, containing an explosive powder which hurled masses of iri):1 many miles. The like of which is not this sun, as our green ray would explode said substance while on its way to the battle line.
In the center of this large building, within a room beautiful in architecture, stood a queer machine. History disputes over the correct name, but Keller's writings of that time speak of a Browning macnine gun very often, as well as the Chautchaut. As Keller is a favorite author of mine, I will adopt his names, and say this.was one or the other. An inscription on a slab of stone underneath this machine stated that this weapon was used by the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Machine Gun Battalions.
The tenth floor of this wonderful museum was given over to demonstrating the mode of transportation and land travel used in those days. Automobiles, long extinct since gasoline gave out, and wagons, once drawn by an animal called 'a horse. History once more differs here. Some writers say this ancient friend of man was called a mule. In looking through Keller's diary I see no mention of any animal except a horse-marine, which probably has no connection. History says: "This animal, called a horse by some, and a mule by others, was eaten with great relish in the dying epoch of those days." Keller writes: "The soldiers, when given canned horse meat, would go into wild fits and cry aloud in their anguish." These various machines here were used, so different inscriptions said, by the Second Supply Trains and the M. T. C. The M. T. C. stands for Motor Transportation Corps.
The guide then led me out a back entrance, and we stood on the banks of the Marine. There before us. with their muzzles pointing out over the water, were two gigantic cannon. They were made, so my guide informed me, by enemy weapons melted and molded and built as a lasting memorial to the Twelfth and Fifteenth Field Artillery regiments.
The sun by this time was setting, and a dull golden color glinted on those silent reminders of that fierce struggle of the dark past. Days when might was thought to be right. The ignorance of those times is past comprehension, and tonight as I write this record I feel as if I had spent a day back in the dim era, and in imagination I seem to hear a dull roaring, booming sound, and see helmeted men, under the flicker of explosive fire—and they push onward, and on. Now some fall and writhe in anguish, and others shout—but why do I see these things?
I cannot understand. I have never actually \‘it-nessed scenes like these. Probably I am a de,;cs'ad-ant of one of these warriors, and this day hallo trod where my forefathers once trod.
—Cpl. II. C. Wiseman, Fifth Marines. •
And when the fellow who is always hearing rumors comes to you with a -tip," do as the catcher does with the foul tip —let it go over your head.