THE WADSWORTH GAS ATTACK and RIO GRANDE RATTLER 13 THE HOB-NAIL SHOES. By Pvt. Charles Divine, Ambulance Co. 108. Oh, you can take the high road, and others take the low, And you will be in Scotland, France, or any w here you go Oh, many moons afore ’em, lads; the roads will crum b le fast—■ Or you can sail your shoes as ships, and you can be the m ast. An arm y travels on its feet—Napoleon was wrong; The hob-nails would have cut the road from Moscow half as long, For when you strike a ru tty plain, as dough boys som etim es must, You’ll leave behind m a cadam w h ere you pounded through the dust. So plant your feet w ith thunder and a philosophic tru s t T h a t w hen you lift your shoes again your legs won’t crack or bust. An ugly lump o’ leather, over hilly ways you’ll plod, So put your feet in hob-nail shoes and place your faith in God. And w hen you leap across the top, through battle-sm o k e or haze, The Boche will see an arm o red tank upon each foot you raise. T h e y ’ll run in fear—and those who stay, the stunned among your foes, They’ll lose th e ir guns and gum ption if you step upon their toes. Oh, thirty-seven hob-nails in the sole of every shoe. Oh, thirty-seven hob-nails, hoys—or is it forty-two? A’stam p ing stars for footprints in the roads th a t you pass by, And some day you will stam p the stars— well, maybe, on the sky! CAMOUFLAGE. Of late the scene painter’s art—technically known as camouflage—has raised the conceal ment of batteries and their observation posts to the realm of the uncanny. According to Major Wagstaffe, you can now disguise anybody as anything. For instance, you can make up a battery of six-inch guns to look like a flock of sheep, and herd them into action browsing. Or you can dispatch a scouting party across No Man’s Land dressed' up as pill-hoxes, so that the deluded Hun, instead of opening fire with a machine gun, will merely post letters in them ■—valuable letters, containing m ilitary secrets. Lastly, and more im portant still, you can dis guise yourself to look like nothing at all, and in these days of intensified artillery fire it is very seldom that nothing at all is hit. ‘H O W IT SO UNDS A T 6.15 A . MA BEWARE! The following letter from the w a r d e p a rt m e n t to the division com m ander is publish ed for the inform ation of all concerned: \It has been brought to the attention of the w ar departm e n t th a t considerable in form ation of m ilitary im p o rtance becomes public, due to the fact th a t officers and men send out a great deal in letters and on postcards to relatives and friends by whom it is m ade public. \To avoid the leaking out of m ilitary in form ation, instructions regarding secret in form ation were issued in general orders No. 94, w a r departm e n t, 1917, but considerable inform ation continues to become public. \The secretary of w ar directs th a t all officers and enlisted men of your command be directed to exercise the greatest am o u n t of care to prevent all m ilitary inform ation from leaking out and to refrain from dis cussing in public or from m entioning in pri vate letters anything w h a tever which m ight be of m ilitary value to the enemy. Consid erable of im p o rtance becomes public through publication of letters; the publication of let ters is generally objectionable because very frequently they carry inform ation harm less in itself, but seriously harm ful when con nected w ith other item s of apparently harm less m a tter. HAVE YOU SEEN JANE? She Came From Brooklyn to the Camp, and Now She is Missing. Jane came from Brooklyn. She was young and unsophisticated. All the men in Com pany I, 106th Infantry, fell in love w ith her. But now she is gone. She has, perhaps, eloped w ith some wicked city chap from Spartanburg. Company I is inconsolable. But most inconsolable is Lt. Ira I. Hodes, who brought Jane down from Brooklyn. Lt. Hodes w ants to find Jane. He will be' most- glad to get any inform a tion about her. She has brown legs, and a black body. She has a regulation tail, 1 and 5-16th inches, long. She has a slight limp in her off hind leg. She has a very intelligent black and brown face, and a w inning smile. She is- two and a half m o n ths old and is a full- blooded A iredale pup. If you see Jane, le t Lt. Hodes know.