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GAS ATTACK 15 BATTEEY F, 104TH FIELD ARTILLERY, AT THE RANGE. This Battery has just finished policing np South Carolina, and to start the new week off right, we have advanced on a seven-mile front into North Carolina, which State we expect to have policed np before the end of this week. Up to the present moment, noth ing has phased us, so w ith the view of going over soon, a little practice will do us no harm before we police up France. With this small thing in mind, no doubt before long we will be policing up Germany. Who knows? A few fellows, who had the exploring na ture in their blood, ventured forth the other day in search of the best still in South Caro- liny, that is, a still which still had produc ing qualities, providing the still was still there, and not demolished, as numerous oth ers around here are. A mountaineer was questioned on its direction and distance. “ Up yonder,’ ’ said he. We traveled up yon der. At last, after going quite a way, wre ran into another resident, who in turn was questioned. “ Two miles, o\Ter thar,” he re joined. Two hours were consumed in get ting 1 ' over thar,” but we had not yet reached our destination. We expect he meant two miles into France by “ over thar.’ ’ A young boy was next met and he said, i 1 Up yonder. ’ ’ But we gave it up and never reached “ up yonder.?’ So to content our selves a few gallons of water were poured into one of the abandoned still ’s boilers, which still remained, and each fellow fooled himself by taking a swig. We were all dolled np to look our p retti est, polished shoes gleaming in the sunlight, swallow tailed coats fitting snugly on our backs, derbies perched upon our beans; in other words, we were on our way to church, it being that our camp is situated about a mile from the 104th Regiment’s. Six F ifth Avenue busses, which we had chartered, were waiting outside at the curb, and away we went. But upon arriving at the camp, to our dismay, we found that church was over— the reason being, as everybody knows—that the clocks had been put ahead an hour. However, to console ourselves, a fashion parade was held on Hogsback Mountain un til somebody spoiled the parade by shinny ing up the Aiming Point and tearing his gnardmount breeches. ‘‘Fool ’em, Billie, no more beans.” These were the unbelievable words which es caped from our head chef, and immediately our best detectives were put on the job to discover how a B attery could be fed without beans. For three days “ B illie’’ was shad owed and a clue was found. This is how it happened. A careful search of the kitchen was made, also its surrounding vicinity. All the experts on the case assembled to compare notes, and unanimously it was decided that the reason no beans were served was because they had none in stock. This was two weeks ago. Since then we have been feeding great, and all the fellows certainly appreci ate the work of the cooks for getting up such appetizing meals. A L ittle About Camp Fullpak. Camp Fullpak is situated on the banks of Mess Hound River, at the base of Hogsback Mountain. It is bounded on the north by the Picket Line, on the east by Mess Hound River, on the south by three or four stills, and on the west by a stiff breeze. Its for mer name was * ‘ Dark Corners, ’ ’ but as this was not suitable for such a pleasant valley, it was changed to Camp Fullpak, by order of the L adies’ Home Journal. Many shoot ings have taken place here, consequently its former odd name. It was inhabited in olden days by Sunshine Biscuits, who made Haig & Haig. But no man was shot here unless by just cause. One night a traveler hap pened to pass through here and was met by a mountaineer, who inquired for a match. The wanderer replied that he had none, whereupon he was shot dead, which shows that no shooting is done unless necessary. Camp F ullpak’s present population is about 70 souls, although last week it was 74—four immigrant cows visiting camp. It has one large sized bank, the bank • of the Mess Hound River; four cafes, which are the stills; also a Major from the Irregular Army, who commands respect upon his approach. Any inhabitant of this camp promptly calls attention when our Major approaches, and that officer promptly returns all salutes. One hospital reclines within its limits, also it is the proud possessor of a dozen rubber boots. May its people prosper. NODDES. COMPANY C, 106TH INFANTRY. At last we have come to life. From now on, we intend to praise those that deserve it and pan those that need it. We will pass up the cooks, but they better show improvement. There is a show about to be staged by Private (1st Class) Bush, entitled “ Gim- mie. ’ ’ The author, being one of the most noted gimmies of the 106th Infantry, prom ises to put on one of the best shows ever seen in camp. Some of the leading gimmies in the cast will be Corporals Craig, Kelly, Harne and Zimmer; Privates Lundquist, Reardon, Wliitey Christenson, Skee Carlins; Guards II. B. Florence and Walsh. We are wondering why Privates First Class Bush and Hennessey like kitchen de tail. They are always working for it. \Who got the idea that a coat of paint would make the “ racer ” go that has a stationary post at the head of C Street. Ray H., how is the best little girl in the world? We are all w ith you looking for that daily letter. Go to it, Artie. You are playing great ball. IVe are all out there cheering the team on to the championship. It looks good to us. NEW COFFEE POT. American soldiers have found a new use for the “tin helmets” issued to them. When their coffee gets cold they pour it into the helmet and hold it over a fire. General von Iceburg (to American Pris oner)—“ Here, you, Yankee dog-pup, call me a taxi!’ ’ The Prisoner—“ Well, General, I could hardly call you hansom! ’ ’ BATTERY B, 104TH FIELD ARTILLERY, CAMP DETACHMENT. Battery B ’s Musical Review: * 1 The Biscuit Shooter ’s Revenge ” ....... . ......................... by Pete Deana Camouflage War Dance, by Wild Bill Yojik Spring Fever Two-Step ..... Jimmy Madden Stable Call March . .. by Sergeant Gingerieh The Artillery Growl ............. by Fraser Ragtime Blues .......... by Jack Naughton Hobo R a g by Christian Handshakers ’ Waltz .......... by McGenty Yiddish Fox Trot ................. by Loeb Mail Carrier’s P ro test. . . . . . . by Corp. Gaik a Clover Kicker’s Waltz .................. .................. by “ H ickey’’ Conklin Stable Boy 7s Dream by Uncle Henry Curtis Easter Greetings ........... by Jack Dillon Over the Hills ......................... ............. .. by Nette, Rose and Riley Trio Hickey Conklin asked \Wild Bill Yojik to write him out the poem, ‘ ‘ The Shooting of Dan Me Grew.’ ’ Bill did so and has now lived to regret it. All we hear, from, morn ing till night is, “ A bunch of the boys were whooping it up, ’’ etc., as fast as Hickey memorizes it. It gets so a fellow can ’t write a letter to the “ only girl ’’ or read a book in peace. Bill threatens to bend a gun over Hickey’s head if he doesn’t stop his oratory, and the rest of the boys feel the same about it. That’s the stuff, Bill, camouflage his eye. The commuters’ rush for the 5:15 has noth ing on the rush the gang makes every time a fellow opens a package from home. Famous Sayings. “ Everybody u p,” by “ F irst Call” Jake Gaik a, the peace disturber. “ All out for stables,’’ by our Boy Ser geant. “ Lights o u t!” entire Mess Hall Chorus, as the hob nail shoes fly through the air. $100.00 Reward for the capture of Corp. Galka’s whistle. (Division Unit News continued on page 24 and following pages.)
