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About a m onth ago I heard one of our camp bands rehearsing some German m a rches by Von Blon, from Berlin, and ap proached the hand to see who it was th a t insisted on playing them , even at this tim e when we are at w ar w ith Germany. The band leader made his m u sicians re peat the m arches over and over, but it seemed to me th a t the m u sicians hated to play them, because each tim e they repeated a passage they played it more wretchedly out of tune than before. Before w a r was declared I used to play the Gorman and A u strian m arches w ith my band but after th a t I placed them on the shelve. Sousa’s m arches and particularly the Stars and Stripes Forever were played all over the world, but the bandm a s ters of the German Army would not dream of playing Stars and Stripes a t this time, because the very least th a t would happen to them would be a tim e in the guard house. There would be some excuse if we had no good American marches, but fortunately we have the best m arch w riters in the world, our own John Philip Sousa, R. B. Hall, Ben nett, F a rrar, Losey and many others can w rite m arches th a t m akes one happy at be ing alive to hear them. And the music treasures of our allies are open to us, the English, Italians and par ticularly the French have m any stirring marches, which our Am erican hands ought to play a t th is time. This really is a good tim e to make our public acquainted w ith our own American composers and th e ir works, why not play m o re selections by our tuneful DeHaven? I seldom hear his Robin Hood and other works performed. And our P ittsburger Nevin, there are some good arrangem e n ts of his works for band, which ought to be heard oftener, and the greatest of them all Edw ard MacDowell, who speaks a musical language all his own. He is no im itator, and m u s t be studied to be understood. Surely the bandm a s ters would be doing a great service to A m erican a r t if they would play w o rks by our serious composers and by so doing popularize them . Let us be Am ericans first, even in music. GEORGE KAZAMEK, Band Leader 2nd Pioneer Inf. COMPANY D, 106TH INFANTRY. For downright, dogged, determination, you have got to hand the gonfalon to the men of this battalion of ours for the manner in which they deported themselves during the tour of trench duty th a t they completed recently. Going in on the previous Sunday morning in a veritable deluge of rain, they “ carried on” as becomes all good soldiers, in spite of the Devil. W ith scarcely a let-up in the down pour during their entire period of occupation, and w ith more than a foot of mud, muck, and w ater, in the bottom of the trenches, they viciously met and repulsed all attacks of the “ enemy,” and accomplished certain object ives in the way of patrols, both reconaissance and combat. That the six or more months of good hard work th a t they have put in down here have done them a world of good, is evi dent, when we consider the trivial amount of sickness experienced during the time th a t they were in the trenches. They were com plimented by both battalion and regim ental commanders for their fine work. More power to the best battalion in any In f a n try outfit on the reservation. D Company 's gallant baseballers should come in for a p a rt of this “ olive branch” stuff as well. Six scalps are now hanging at our belts, and we have yet to taste defeat. W ith team work and confidence aplenty, we are out for the championship of the regiment, and we don't care who knows it, Headquar ters Company included. Sergeant Bobby Brown as captain, and Freddy Myers, man ager, are wont to feel pretty complacent these days, aided and abetted of course, by the wonderful spirit of co-operation on the p a rt of the rest of the men on the team as well as the leather lunged rooting th a t is extant at every contest from the non combatants. Bill Boekmeyer took a trip to Cowpens re cently. We asked him, w h at of good repute made th a t the town of his choice. “ W ell,” says Bill, “ They fought a battle there in the Civil W ar, and —e r ' ' —but we waited to hear no more. I t ' s a poor salesman th a t doesn't get to the kernel of the thing right off the bat. A t Gas School not very long ago, the Offi cer in charge started at the head of the col umn and directed th a t the following message be conveyed down the entire length of the line by word of mouth: “ The Germans are using Chlorine.'' Im agine his consternation, when, by the time i t reached the last man on the line it sized up as the following bit of strategic info: “ The Germans are using our latrines.” And they tell us th a t we w o n 't win this war. Sergeant H a rry Ehrenberg directs us to state th a t he'll cheerfully pay fifty cents for the December 29th issue of the Gas A ttack. Newsdealers, and profiteers, fall in. Charley Rob old, recently returned from furlough, says, th a t one has to drink twice as much beer now to “ experience the same ex hilaration as one used to in the good ole pre war days.” Sherman was right. Among recent lady visitors: Mrs. Sergeant Edward Riley; Mrs. Sergeant F rank W al dron, Mrs. Sergeant H a rry Levy, and Mrs. Sergeant H a rry Ehrenberg. Someone should page the balance of the “ Mrs. Sergeants.” H. D. T. LOST! LOST—Left in lavatory of the Cleveland Hotel, Saturday, April 13th, 1918, about 3 P. M., one w rist w atch, illum inated dial. Re w ard if returned to C aptain H. A. Smith, 4th Pioneer Infantry, Camp W adsw o rth.