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THE WADSWORTH GAS ATTACK a n d RIO GRANDE RATTLER KMNB& Private Butternut— W h a t ’s your horse’s name? Private Hickory—-V e s u v i u s ! Private Butternut— Why? Because he is so fiery? Private Hickory—-Naw—-because he is covered with eruptions. Giddap, Vesuvius. AMBULANCE CO. NO. 105, 102ND SANI TARY TRAIN. W h en P rivate “Foggy” M aynard, disting uished among the “mixed nuts” of tent squad No. 1, left the company street shortly after retreat on Tuesday, January 15, he was a t peace w ith all the world and thoughts of home and wifey in Spartanburg lighten ed his steps as he ploughed through the deep, sticky Carolina mud on the way to the notorious P. & N. Spartanburg local. Finally clam b ering on board he m anaged to squeeze him self into half of one of the seats and soon found him self in conversa tion w ith his seatm a te who proved to be an artillerym a n . Several interesting bits of camp gossip changed hands and the talk finally swung into a heated discussion as to the m ethod used in w iring the electric lights w h ich illum inated the car, P rivate M aynard confidently asserting th a t th e re moval of any one of the bulbs would throw the car into sem i-darkness. To settle all doubts in the mind of the artillerym a n he stood up and loosened the bulb nearest him and as the interior of the car darkened, a chorus of indignant pro tests arose from the other passengers in the car. In the resulting confusion the bulb slipped from the grasp of the flustered private and hurst w ith a loud report as it hit the floor. Unluckily for Maynard, the com m ander of the M ilitary Police happened to be one of the passengers and despite the frenzied pro tests of the unfortunate benedict, he order ed the culprit to he put under arrest and now friend “Foggy” is listed for no one knows what. “H a rd luck, old top! A little knowledge is som etim es a dangerous thing, isn’t it?” During the past week the mem bers of this company have been favored w ith sev eral very interesting lectures on the care of the teeth and most of the audience are now sadder but w iser men. Lack of canvas w ith w h ich to patch the holes th a t had been burned in some of the tents m ade the occupants of several of the tents very uncom fortable during the steady downpour of hail and rain th a t visited us on January 12. Those in squad No. 5 suffer ed the most as lack of extra tentage had prevented them from replacing the one ruined by their New Y e a rs’ fire, and they w ere forced to move bag and baggage to ad joining tents w h e re m en were absent on furlough. New tents arrived last Sunday and No. 5 squad is once more together. Two big bunches of enlisted men, accom panied by P v t 1st Class “Cuckoo” Gomon, and P rivates Short, P a rkhurst, “Tonsorial” Dessert, and the Bunch B rothers started for Syracuse W e d n e sday on 10-day furloughs and “H a n k ” Snyder, “King George” Collins, “Rosy” Phelps, Cook Nickels, E rnie Little- wood, and W a lt K u rtz found tim e to re assure their tentm a tes th a t the Salt City still stands, th a t Snell’s Academy is ru n ning full blast (Oh, B o y !) and on a hun dred and one other questions. P rivate 1st Class Jack Layden announces the completion of the program for our sec ond entertainm e n t w h ich will take place (Continued on page 24)
