4 THE WADSWORTH GAS ATTACK a n d RIO GRANDE RATTLER Wadsworth Gas Attack and Rio Grande Rattler Published weekly by and for the men of the Twenty-seventh Division, U. S. A., at Camp Wadsworth, Spartanburg, S. C., under the direction of the Camp Wadsworth Young Men’s Christian Association. Honorary Editors — Major General John F. O’Ryan. Brigadier General Charles L. Phillips. L t Colonel Franklin W. Ward. William J. Davison, Camp Y. M. C. A. Secretary. Publication Committee — Dr. Paul Moore Strayer, Chairman. J. S. Kingsley, Editor-in-Chief. E. W. Leslie. Editor— Pvt. Richard E. Connell, Co. A, 102d Military Police. A ssociate Editor— P v t Charles Divine, Ambulance Co. 108. Art Editor — ■ P v t Richard J. Kennedy, 102d Supply Train. Business M anager— Theodore F. Elworth, Y. M, C. A. A d v e r tising Manager— Regtl. Sergt. Gaylord W Elliott, 102'd Ammunition Train. E d itorial Staff — - Lieutenant Edward Streeter, 52d Brigade Headquarters. Ernest W. Leslie, Y. M, C. A. P rivate W alter A. Davenport, O. T. C. Private Fred J. Ashley, Headquarters Troop. Private Keppler A. Bisbee, 105th Field Artillery. PRICE, TEN CENTS FOR TH IS ISSUE. Address, W a d s w o r t h G a s A t tack and R io Grand® R a t t l e r , Camp Wadsworth, Spartanburg, S. C. Subscription terms, $1.50 for 3 months. Contents of this Magazine Copyrighted. VICE IN SPARTANBURG. The time has come to tell the truth about vice in Spartanburg. The truth has been suppressed long enough. The people back home have a right to know. Congress has a right to know. The editors of this paper may be sent to Fort Leavenworth for telling it. But if they can shock the world into a realization of what con ditions really are here, they will undergo the m artyrdom willingly. Vice stalks abroad in Spartanburg. It leers at one on East Main street. It raises its hideous head in the very shadow of Converse College. It peers evilly from door ways in Magnolia street. We will be specific. We will take up vice in Spar tanburg, vice by vice, and vice versa. First, perhaps the most insidious vice the soldier has to guard against is the round hair-cut, also known as the neck-shave. It is undoubtedly a part of the German propaganda. H alf the barbers in Spartanburg are in league with the Kaiser to denude the necks of the 27th Division of the foliage nature meant to grow there. Unless you take your hair-cut, in a m ilitary manner, keeping always on the alert, some Carolina Bobo will operate a mean razor and expose five inches of your red neck to the chill breezes. Gas Attack spies have discovered that by this method some 54,755 square inches of m ilitary neck have been laid bare to the gaze of all Spartanburg. This, of course, necessitates a great expenditure of soap and water. The hand of the wily Hun is apparent. Second, the gilded cafes (pronounced to rhyme with “ safeslure the soldier from the straight and narrow path, to wit, East Main street. In these cafes the baneful nut sundae claims victim after victim. And there are worse things. Many a young man has come pure from his home in Flatbush only to be corrupted by ‘‘Pineapple Tem ptations,” “ Marshmallow D e lights’7 and “ Logan berry Liasions ’’ ? Many a young man,- coming straight from the rarefied atmosphere of Avenue A, has dallied on the primrose path of waffles and wheat cakes, until he was befuddled. The deadly waffle (pronounced—‘ ‘ waw- full”) is one of the curses of modern civilization, espe cially when it is underdone. Yet waffles are served openly and shamelessly to our soldiers! Should this state of affairs not bring a blush to the cheek of every Carolina Bobo? W h at can the young soldier do f He comes into town flush with wealth, weighed down with his salary (three silver dollars). He wants to have his fling. If he comes in on one of the jitneys he probably gets it. If he comes in on the P. & N. he probably gets to town in time to start back. But if lie does get there, the bright lights of East Main street get him. A few rounds of wawfulls, a nut sundae or two and he reels out into the gay-lamped boulevards, so overcome that he salutes half a dozen Wofford majors and a hotel bellhop, before he winds up in the movies. Yes, there are movies, too. Think of i t ! And the authorities seem powerless to do anything. The night life of Spartanburg gets its grip on the young soldier. At least once a month he debouches on the town to debauch. Money flows like water. The Gas A ttack spies have figured out that the average wild night on the gay black and white way of Spartanburg, costs as follow s: Taxi to town, $.25; liniment for bruises, $0.10; washes hands at Cleveland, $.00; tips Wofford Major by mistake, $.05; waffle, $.20; one Parisian Pineapple F lirta tion Sundae, consisting of one small lump of pallid ice cream, one chunk of pineapple, two dabs of whipped cream, some mysterious fluid, probably molasses, or the stuff they put on fly-paper, and a few ground up nuts (including the shells), $.15; another waffle, $.20; three souvenir post-cards (Moonlight in Morgan Square, dar kies eating watermelon, and scene in cotton fields), $.05; another waffle, $.20; movies, $.22; another waffle, $20; bottle of Pluto water, $.15; home on the P. & N. by 9 :33, $.10. Grand total, $1.87. This is where the soldier’s money is going. This isn ’t an occasional occurrence, either. It happens as often as twice a month, with some of our weaker brethren. Some thing must be done about i t ! —R. E. C.