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The Rio Grande rattler. ([McAllen], Hidalgo County, Tex.) 1916-1917, May 04, 1918, Image 17

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GAS ATTACK MANY ATTRACTIONS AT BUILDING 95. It would indeed be difficult to tell just what has made No. 95 so popular this week. On Wednesday evening “The Serbian String Orchestra” from the Second Pioneer Infan­ try played to a crowded house, while William S. Hart in “W hat Happened to Father” in five reels amused the fellows. Howard Ortner, our physical director, is kept very busy these days helping about two hundred and fifty officers and men in their informal games and competitive stunts. Richard V. Crane, Building Social Secre­ tary, has been organizing all of the avail­ able dramatic and musical talent; as a re­ sult we have had some excellent entertain­ ments. The “Song Contest” was a great success. The regiments which we serve surely have fine talent. Prof. Libby's class in Mass French is still pleasing the men. The Camera Club keeps up an almost con­ tinual performance, the dark rooms be­ ing constantly in use. We are greatly indebted to Capt. Anderson of the 52nd Pioneers, and Lieut. W alters for their co-operation in Bible Study Classes. The Sunday and mid-week religious services are always well attended. The men and officers who attend these meetings surely do enjoy the helpful and inspiring services. If you have not been a t Unit 95 recently, come around and get into the game. You will like it. The Staff of 95 are your friends. We will be glad to see you. FORMER Y. M. C. A. SONG DIRECTOR HONORED. Robert E. Clark, formerly Camp Song Di­ rector for Army Y. M. C. A. at Camp W ads­ worth, now acting in same capacity at Camp Hancock, Augusta, Georgia, has been pro­ moted. Besides having complete charge of all the singing at Camp Hancock, Mr. ClarK will be in charge of a training school for Y. M. C. A. song leaders a t Augusta. He will also supervise the work of song leaders of Army Y. M. C. A. in S outheastern Depart­ ment. All of Mr. Clark’s many friends at Camp W adsworth rejoice in this merited recogni­ tion of his ability and talent. ASHEVILLE TRIP A SUCCESS. The Army Y. M. C. A. at Camp was able to offer a rare privilege to a considerable number of soldiers on Saturday last. Through the co-operation of Mr. Hammer- slough, secretary of Y. M. C. A. of Asheville, these soldiers were entertained in some of the best homes in the city. These men report an exceedingly enjoy­ able trip, leaving S partanburg Saturday 4:30 and returning late Sunday evening. The people of Asheville are high in their praise of the visitors from Wadsworth. THE SENTINEL. There stood I, w atching, alone w ith errant thoughts. To my ears came the soft, mysterious song of N ight; and in my eyes, turned now to the East, crept the magic spectacle of dawning Day. O’er the murky outline of a lone pine I saw Night's thick cloak catch upon some ethereal nail and tear; and through the widening slit shone a faint roseate glow, spreading and spreading, as Night vainly struggled to free her ruined garment. Upon yonder gentle slope I m ade p u t dim rows of khaki prisms. There slumbered my mates. How quiet, how peaceful, the scene! A distant bugle quavered. Its last notes became blurred and lost in a jargon of tooted calls. Somewhere a band joined in the din. Hurrying soldiers began to dot the company streets, gravitating into a formation. Raucous w histles shrilled an urge to laggards. A brief pause, and then the bugles chorused anew. The eastern horizon became a vision of grandeur, brilliantly opalescent And as I looked I saw the sun, smiling in golden glory, s ta rt lifting above the rim of things. Entranced by N ature’s awakening, my reverie was complete. But soon an end came to my dreams. I heard the rhythmical tread of marching feet. ’Twas the new relief of the guard. I faced about. “Number twelve!” said the corporal; and another soldiers sleep still showing in his eyes, stepped forward and took my place. CORPORAL HARRY T. MITCHELL, Company L, 107th U. S. Infantry. Well, what news? The enemy wanted to borrow some cannon balls. Did yon let them have them? Sure, they promised to send them back in the morning.

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