GAS ATTACK GAS ATTACK ■ublished P 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. Colonel Charles L. Phillips. Lt. Colonel Franklin W. Ward. Ernest W. Leslie, Camp Y. M. C. A. Secretary, Publication Gommittee — E. Mb Leslie, Chairman, J, S. Kingsley, Editor-in-Chief. Regtl. Supply Sergt. Gaylord W. Elliott, 102 Ammunition Train, Business Manager. Editor -— Pvt. Richard E. Connell, Co. A, 102d Military Police. Associate Editor — ■ Pvt. Charles Divine, Headquarters Sanitary Squad No. 1. .Art E ditor — • r Pvt. Richard J. Kennedy, 102d Supply Train. Editorial Staff— Lieutenant Edward Streeter, 105th Field Artillery. Ray F. Jenney, Y. M. C. A. . Private Walter A. Davenport, O. T. S. Corporal Fred J. Ashley, Headquarters Troop. Private Keppler A. Bisbee, 105th Field Artillery, PRICE, TEN CENTS FOR THIS ISSUE. Address, Gas A t t a c k , Camp Wadsworth, Spartanburg, S. C. Subscription terms, $1.50 for 3 months. Contents o f this M a g a zine Copyrighted, 1918. CLACKERS AND SLACKERS. The slacker wTe know. Whatever his camouflage may be, he can't fool us. We are on to his little game, even though he declare, “ The wdieels of business must be kept going. I am one of the wheels. I will carry on my wonted peace-time work, until the Government sends for me. If Uncle Sam wants me, he can have me. But until he does w ant me, wdio am I to be thrusting my services on him f He is wiser than I. If he needs me, he will send for me. I will stay at my desk, keeping the wheels of business revolving.\ And so he sticks at his job of selling pickle jars, marketing non-skid shaving soap or whatever branch of BIG BUSINESS he happens to be en gaged in. This is probably the commonest type of slacker, wdio makes his case worse by trying to justify it. Then there is the man, recently m arried, perhaps, wdio suddenly discovers that his wdfe or family or both are absolutely dependent 011 him. His wdfe may have been drawing a comfortable allowance from her parents. Her parents may be perfectly able to support her, or she may be perfectly able to support herself—as any woman, worthy of the name—should. But technically she serves as an excuse for the man to say, registering noble regret, “ I wish I could be in k h a k i! But how can I leave my wdfe and little ones?\ They are always “ little ones.\ We know\ of one such slacker who made this speech to his wife's father, who happened to be a gruff old soul with the right stuff in him. “ H ell,\ remarked father- in-law, “ I supported my daughter for twenty years be fore you ever knew’ her, so I guess it won't be such a hardship to support her again for awdiile.'' Very often, we regret to record, the woman is to blame for this type of slacker. “ You don't love me, or you wouldn't leave me,'' she says. Of course, most women have responded nobly, and have given those they loved and themselves to the cause without a wdiimper. But there are still many, too many, who play upon the senti ment of a man to keep him from doing a m an's work. Then there are the “ clackers.\ Clacking is grous ing. It is spreading bear stories. “ The Huns can't be beaten. They are too efficient.\ “ Do you know, Mrs. H arris, thousands, yes, thousands of our boys started for France and they NEVER GOT THERE! Yes, submarined! Of course, the papers don't say anything.\ “ L et us pray for an early peace, dear brethren. Are a few acres of Belgian and French soil w orth millions of precious lives ? Let us make peace now at the most favorable terms possible. In a few months, IT MAY BE TOO L A T E !\ So speaks the elaeker. He is a repeater of stray bits. Obviously, he doesn't think for himself. And the bits he repeats were all made in Germany and sown here by paid propagandists. This has been proved. Once again women are in a large measure to blame, for their credulity, misinformation, and their fondness for gossip make them easy victims of the wuly Teuton rumor-spreader. Sometimes the papers fall for this type of clacking, as “ L ife\ did in its little Hun-made article “ Yaphank vs. Spartanburg.\ Of course there is no more place in these times for the darker than there is for the slacker. None of us are slackers, to be sure, but some of us do a little clacking now and then. We can't afford to—not for a second. We must click, not clack. To gain victory in this strug gle, w-e m ust believe, think, talk, dream, live victory. R. E. C.