The Come-Back, 11 January 1919
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2 The Comeback, Newport News, VA, January 11, 1919 The Come-Back Newport News and Hampton Edition
Published every Saturday by soldiers for the soldier-patients and enlisted personnel in Army Hospitals at the Port of Debarkation, Newport News, Va. By the Authority of the Surgeon General of the Army. Distributed gratis to persons in the military service at the hospitals. Terms of Subscription: One year, $2.00; six months, $1.00; three months, 50c. Subscriptions will not be accepted unless payment accompanies the order. All remittances for subscriptions when made by mail should be addressed to the business manager, Walter Reed Come-Back, Washington, D. C., to whom all checks, money orders, etc., should be made payable. In remitting specify the Newport News and Hampton edition.
Official Staff: Col. Charles Lynch, M. D. Surgeon, Port of Debarkation Col. W. S. Terriberry, M. C. Commander, Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital Lieut. Col. W. H. Richardson, M. C. Commander, Debarkation Hospital, No. 51 Maj. P. S. Rawls, M. C. Morale Officer, Camp Stuart, Debarkation Hospital Capt. O. B. Mallow, M. C. Morale Officer, Debarkation Hospital, No. 51 Editorial Staff: Lieut. Cliffort T. Crudginton, S. C., S. G. O. Executive Officer Sergt. Irvin D. Foos, Medical Department, S. G. O. News Editor Sergt. Lawrence Smith, Medical Department Local Editor, Debarkation Hospital, No. 51 Sergt. James R. Frazier, Medical Department. Local Editor, Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital Corp. James H. Quinlivan, Medical Dept. Asst. Local Editor, Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital Newport News, VA., January 11, 1919 "One Grand Time." Of course the American Spirit will frown down impatience and turn its eyes from temptation. The American Spirit is fifty per cent patriotism and the other fifty per cent fair play. And now, when the lure of adventure and thrill of battle are over, there is more than ever reason for its stalking abroad. For an enemy dread to soldier is ennui, and the terror of faithful hearts is monotony. Though the roar of guns is dead the war is not over. Uncle Same still has need of his nephews; he will have need until his house is cleaned after the tumult. The only thing they can do, in fairness to him and respect to themselves, is to stick, not grumblingly but cheerfully with their first eagerness to serve. The only thing they can do fairly is to stick with the spirit in which the soldier wrote the line at the top of this editorial. He wrote from the training camp to his father. He is American, that soldier; a hundred years of American progenitors have endowed him with bred-in-the-bone, uncompromising, all-Americanism. He left a good job to heed the call of Uncle Same, and he is eager to pick up things where he left off. But he is going to wait. "I got your letter today," was the way he wrote. "You don't have to tell ME to stick. "It sure will be good to get home to mother and sis and you, but I hate a quitter as much as you do, and you won't see me till the job's done and I get my discharge. "I've had one grand time and feel equal to anything that's batted up to me when I get back home. I've gained twelve pounds." Cheerful, isn't it, for a boy who's a bit sore over having missed his chance in France and a first-hand crack at the Hun? But he is American; filled with American Spirit. And the American Spirit is fifty per cent patriotism and 'the other fifty per cent fair play.
Keep and Even Keel - and Work! Some folks write about reconstructions as though by virtue of the word itself humanity were to undergo some magic change. They have fallen in love with the idea that as soon as peace is officially announced, we will become a race of angelic beings, living together in sweet harmony. This remains to be seen. Somehow things don't work that way. For the average man the road to happiness is cluttered with stumps, sunk under mud holes and blocked with stubborn ridges. To make progress takes perspiration, picks, shovels and blasting powder. FOr few of us in the road leveled. What is happening in this country is rather a re-birth than a reconstruction. The optimist who likes to keep his feet on the ground is today looking to the tangible evidences of that re-birth rather than to the most unlikely possibilities of a world of new beings tomorrow. This re-birth is, of course, the awakening anew of the spirit that started us off as a nation. Our whole history is shot through with its first. When it was burning fiercest, America was greatest. She slipped back, when she was led by men who were not touched by it. It is born of a love for justice, a passion for liberty and a hatred for oppression - this American spirit Lean, hard-hitting men with their backs against a parados on a Massachusetts hill, hung on because of it. It sent stern, close-mouthed, keen-eyed pioneers westward to make roads, build houses, and open up a continent. It elected Lincoln, inspired Walt Whitman, and there is some evidence that it helped shatter the plans of a Teton monarch in a strange country overseas. They had a way of taking things seriously. They took their government seriously, for example, realizing that their individual happiness depended on their neighbor's and that the happiness of both depended on a common freedom of development. There's the biggest sort of a job ahead for those who are possessed of that spirit today. That job is not going to be done by diplomats or conferences. It is going to be done in this country largely by those who have felt the new stirring of the old spirit. They will be men and women in private life for the most part who take their citizenship seriously. It is doubtful if they will hold offices. It is certain that they will not be found in mobs that wave red flags, burn negroes, deport working men or break up meetings of those of different political views. Brass bands and fireworks will be conspicuously absent from their gatherings. But America's future is in the hands of these people, and as they are true to her right spirit she will grow in true grandeur.
What YOU Want to Know Questions addressed to Capt. John Masters, adjutant, Walter Reed General Hospital, will be answered in the following issue of The Come-Back.
Q. Please give me any information relative to the War Risk Insurance as to how much a man received. A. 1. Men discharged from the service as a result of injury or disease incurred in the line of duty are entitled to compensation. 2. A soldier is considered to have been in sound condition when examined, accepted and enrolled for service. 3. The Bureau of War Risk Insurance reserves the right to make final decision even in cases that are reported as not in line of duty. 4. Although men may not be suffering from the disability at the time of discharge, they do not lose their right to compensation. 5. No compensation will be paid for disability resulting from men's own wilful misconduct. 6. The right to compensation terminates with a dishonorable, a bad-conduct discharge. 7. The claimant must submit to a medical examination. 8. Claims must be filed within five years after discharge. 9. The disability must result in a reduction in earning capacity of at least 10 per cent. 10. Monthly payments for TOTAL DISABILITY: With neither wife nor child living, $30.00. With a wife but no child, $45.00. With a wife and one child, $55.00. With a wife and two children, $65.90. With a wife and and three or more children, $75.00. With no wife, but one child, $40.00; two children, $50.00; three children, $60.00. In addition to above, with dependent mother or father, for each, $10. Men who have lost both feet, both hands, or both eyes, or have become totally blind or helpless and permanently bedridden shall receive $100 a month. 11. When the disability is PARTIAL, the man is paid a percentage of the above amounts, depending upon the percentage of loss in earning capacity. 12. The compensation for partial disability is on a fixed schedule of ratings. There will be no later reduction in the rate of compensation for individual success in overcoming the handicap. 13. The injured person is entitled to reasonable governmental, medical, surgical, and hospital service, and will be furnished such supplies, including artificial limbs, trusses and similar appliances as may be useful and necessary. 14. The opportunities of the hospital schools are open to every soldier who desires to better his position in life. Men entitled to receive compensation will be trained here to become candidates for future training under the Federal Board for Vocation Education. 15. If accepted by the Federal board and admitted to one of the training schools, men entitled to compensation will receive (1) a monthly payment equal to their monthly pay (base pay) during their last month in service, or the amount of compensation to which they would be entitled for total disability, whichever sum is the greater. (2) If with a wife or child, they will have the additional benefit of a government allotment of $15 a month. (3) The Vocational Board allows to single men who are accepted for training a monthly payment of $35 for subsistence and board.
When Good Fellows Get Together - by James Montgomery Flagg [drawing]
Bessie Beeswax's Advice to the Lovelorn
My heart is very full, boys, as I pen these lines, full of love for you all and a great desire to do my very bestest for you in helping you win the only Her for your ownty-wonty self. Isn't your Bessie a great silly to be talking this way to you, strong, sturdy heroes? Don't scold her, boys. She can't help it. It is just the way she feels. Why, sometimes, when she thinks of Love and Cupid and all that, your Bessie just busts right down and blubbers. Yes, she does, too, and it's mean of you to poke fun at her, 'cause it's her gosh-durn loving nature that makes her that way. But now to business. Last week, you remember, dear old ducks, we had quite a lot of letters to answer and this week - jumping Jezebel, what a pile awaits us! But we can only pick out just as few as we did before. Let's go on, as you army boys say in your cute army way.
Dear Miss Beeswax: My fiance has discovered that I have a cowlick. Try as I will to comb it out, all my efforts are in vain. Where do I get off? WORRIT. Dear Worrit: Go to your top sergeant an confide your troubles to him. He will be delighted, I am sure, to sew you a little bag which you can slip over your head before retiring. Here are the directions he is to follow: Take one yard of Bolivia cloth, cut on the bias. Invert the seam. Hemstitch the picot edges. Blind-stitch until exhausted. Tack in easterly direction. Purl two. Drop two. Count stitches. Run for 28 inches. Flute soutache braid. Over forehead insert woolen flowers of mauve and pastel shades. Draw edges together and twist top tightly to keep out air. Let it stand ten minutes. Scald with boiling water. Sift once. Let is rise overnight. Add more water. Cut it down, let it rise again and add pink tassel to whole. Next! B.B.
Dear Bessie: She says I ain't her idea of a solder. I don't act fierce enough. What can I do? G. I. MEEK. Dear G.: Before you call on her, take a ride on a Mount Pleasant car around 6 p. m. Von Tirpitz will have nothing on you. B. B.
We Are Told--- That the new commanding officer, at Debarkation Hospital 52, looks upon games of chance as a total waste of time, money and energy. Bulletin boards please copy.
That the Red Cross at Debarkation Hospital 51 had enough Christmas packages left to distribute to all the blinded men who came here on the Acolus. The school physiologics used to tell us that no one enjoyed smoking unless he could see his cigar, pipe or cigarette. Another tradition shattered by the war!
That Maj. W. N. Kenzie, M. C., has been assigned to duty here as police officer, summary court officer and hospital inspector. Maj. Kenzie formerly was instructor at the Fort Riley, Kans., Medical Officers' Training Camp. He came here from Camp Stuart, where he was on duty at the Debarkation Hospital.
That Lieut. M. Y. Blackerby, S. C., adjutant of Sanitary Train No. 1, has been assigned to duty as assistant personnel adjutant of the hospital. Mrs. Blackerby came here last week from Louisville, Ky., to remain for several days.
That the demand for passes on the part of newly-arrived patients far exceeds the output. Because of the short time men remain at this hospital and the work of straightening out their records, it is necessary for them to remain on the grounds.
That a few visits by the prima donnas, virtuosos, coloratura, sopranos and other entertainers who gave their services so freely to entertain the men in training camps, would be greatly appreciated by those same men who are now in hospitals. The cannon's rear has not destroyed appreciation of music.
That in a certain poker game (for matches only) played here recently, the following conversation occurred' "What you got?" "Aces." "How many aces?" "One aces." "That's good; thought you were bluffing."
That the hospital guardhouse has been shunned so persistently that the guard sergeant is thinking of advertising for a prisoner just to make it seem natural.
That a new officers' mess is being built and a new barracks for the stevedore unit on duty here. The old bathtubs in the barracks will soon yield place to showers, it is said.
That Christmas candy continues to arrive at the postoffice at the rate of several dozen packages each day.
That the word "discharge" is frequently mentioned in conversations between the men. Officers have been heard to utter it.
That Sgt. Wayne A. Ransler, Army Sanitary Train No. 1, has received notice of his commission as first lietenant, Dental Corps.
Sergt. Michael Kandel, first baseman, Embarkation Hospital Ball Team, who has been having considerable trouble with his back for some time past, is now undergoing treatment here.
Private John R. Keene, C. A. C., who came to the Camp Stuart Hospital quite some time ago from Camp Custer, Va., with a fractured leg, is getting along nicely and will no doubt be able to leave the hospital shortly.
LIKED FRANCE, THIS IS BETTER Debarkation Hospital at Hampton Located in Beautiful Park. We'll have to admit that someone was right on the job when the National Soldiers' Home at Hampton, Va.., was selected as a debarkation hospital. If J. Abbott just had his little Rollo here now and would send him on one of those imaginary journeys about the peninsula on which Debarkation Hospital 51 is located, he'd have material for a book longer and more interesting than many of those he did write. In summer, say the old residenters, the hospital grounds are so beautiful that birds have been known to burst themselves trying to tell their joy. This may be an exaggeration. All hospital wards are brick. The main hospital building houses the more severe injuries, while brick buildings, formerly used by the old soldiers as barracks, are used by the men whose injuries are either slight or are almost healed. Buildings are steam-heated from a central heating plant. This comfortable feature seems like heaven to those of us who have slept in the mud and water of France.
Just Like a Park The grounds of the hospital might well serve as a model for any city which wished to learn the art of park-making. A dome-shaped conservatory near the Phoebus gate is visited at some time or other by every man who comes here, and a greenhouse supplies flowers for the wards. As to the hospital itself, well, it's a good place to be if it is necessary to be in a hospital at all. Some of the patients say they left France reluctantly, and that this was not uncommon among the men. They thought all the nurses surely must be over there and that they would not receive adequate care here, but they find 127 nurses right on the job to pet them. Patients who are able to walk around secure passes soon after their arrival here and visit the nearby towns and cities. Hampton and Phoebus are near the hospital. They tell scandalous tales here about the amount of malt spiritous and vinous liquors that used to flow in Phoebus during the liquor period, but the germ of prohibition sometime ago got in its deadly work. But if the stuff that makes the cocktail and the highball what they are in the drink family is all gone here, a man can get on an oyster stew any time. This is the region where the bivalves grow large and fat and they are attractively served in a number of the cafes nearby. Newport News is three-quarters of an hour away by trolley, and on the end of the peninsula is Old Point Comfort and Fortress Monroe. One can go by ferry to Norfolk from Old Point.
PLEASE, MAUDIE, DO IT FOR US, TOO Actress Spends $1,000 Fitting Out Stage at Camp Upton. Just by way of giving the boys a "tip" that they may follow out some day when Friend Opportunity comes up and gives his gentle knock we are quoting the following from The Cure, the paper published by the Base Hospital at Camp Upton, N. Y. "It is not generally known, but is none the less a fact, that Maude Adams, probably the best known actress on the stage today, has taken a considerable interest in the Camp Upton Base Hospital. All during the summer of 1918 Miss Adams visited many of the wards, and never stopped sending delicacies to many of the patients, especially those in the tuberculosis wards. "On one of these visits she was shown the Red Cross house, and saw that the stage which had been erected was little more than what the country editors used to call a 'rostrum.' As stages are right in Miss Adams' line, she sent her own stage director down to look the place over, and see what was needed, and what was more, to furnish it. "With the assistance of three workmen the place was fully equipped, movie screen installed, plush drop put in, interior scenery furnished, and an honest-to-goodness lighting system placed in the wings and on the stage. The whole thing cost about $1,000 but Miss Adams said it was worth it, and when Marie Dressler visited the Red Cross house a little later she was so impressed that she wanted to give a performance right away." While Miss Adams may not visit Camp Stuart in the near future, this happy inspiration which has given the patients at Camp Upton so much pleasure may easily be duplicated at Camp Stuart at any time.
TO TURN OUT LEADERS, NOT JUST JOB FILLERS, RECONSTRUCTION AIM CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE. happens to be placed, to sort of colonize one's self in as many different human circles as possible.
Books a Big Help. Technical knowledge of your job can be dug out of books to a certain extent-if the fellow who finds this leadership aspect of work interesting happens to be laid up in dry dock for a few months to come, that might be an excellent time to read the technical books, and get a sort of working chart of the job which later may be handed him in terms of machinery and processes. Given some technical knowledge of how things are done, and why, you can materially shorten the process of acquiring practical experience. When I take up a new industry for study I usually get two or three good technical books about it, and then go and see the processes; and the processes, machines and people make the technicalities human and comprehensible. To put it another way, the technicalities are like a book without illustrations, and seeing the actual processes is equivalent to pictures. But knowledge of human nature is as .95 compared with .05 for the technicalities. And knowledge of human nature is largely sympathy with people. Like everything else, we have "experts" in human nature, who profess to manage it by occult calculations of its selfish motives, or the shape of its nose. By making human nature complex and hard to understand, so to speak, they have developed it into a specialty. Nevertheless, human nature remains more or less simple for those who approach it on the basis of sympathy and friendliness. Some executives may manipulate Bill Jones through his pocketbook, or his stomach, or by carefully noting the way his hair curls. Then another type of leader will come along and manage Bill Jones through his sense of humor. I have known more than one successful leader who got most of his results through genial "kidding"-they would make even compliments a sort of joke, while if one of their workers had to be reprimanded, they would let the others do it by chaff.
Plenty of Opportunities. Opportunities for becoming a leader are just about a numerous as ordinary jobs. Perhaps more numerous. For the fellow who might not hold a job without qualities of leadership will find chances to rise in almost any position that he secures if he has them. Generally speaking, the weakest part of our industrial system today is found down where the common job holder gets his first step up as a foreman or "straw boss." Put twenty men into ordinary jobs tomorrow, and within a year all of them will probably have been tested for leadership-though they may not suspect it. Keen eyes are watching them from up above. They are given opportunities to manage others, and upon their success with a squad depends promotion. Some of them squirm out from under responsibility, others blow up through vanity, still others lose their heads with a little authority. About one in twenty, however, gets under the load, keeps his head, and through real liking for people and the ability to interest them on the basis of teamwork, satisfactorily fills the foremanship and falls into line for command of something bigger than the squad.
Her Job. "Ware work?" "No," replied Miss Grey, "but I'm doing work that is essential to the pace of mind and the safety of my fellow sisters. I'm working in a mousetrap factory." -Life.
NO "LET-DOWN" IN DISCIPLINE General Shanks Condemns Lax Conduct of Men and Officers. New York, Jan. 10.-A general "let-down" in the discipline of American forces returning from abroad, comparable to the reaction affecting a football team after the close of a season, was condemned in a statement made public by Maj. Gen. David C. Shanks, in command of this port of embarkation. Gen. Shanks stated that, in referring the matter to the general staff, he had been advised that discipline was to be maintained even at the expense of bringing to trial some of those who are shortly to leave the military service. Consequently, he said, he had been obliged to place some of the officers under arrest. Appealing to the public "to prevent returning officers and men from forgetting that as long as they wear the government uniform and draw the government pay they still owe a duty to the United States," Gen. Shanks said:
Officers Go. A. W. O. L. "It is only natural that men who have been long abroad should be eager to greet relatives or friends, but some of them go absent from the gangplank. I now have to deal with the cases of some officers who absented themselves before Christmas and who are still absent without leave. "Another tendency on the part of officers is to get their names in print through the medium of complaints of one kind or another. Not infrequently those who complain most loudly have rendered the least service abroad. "A newspaper recently published an article containing the statement that 'no civilized country in these days would permit its ships to transport immigrants in the way the United States ships back its war heroes, who are herded below decks like cattle.' "Anyone who knows the facts knows that American troops are transported in the best vessels afloat, that the government has spent millions in fitting these ships for the comfort of officers and men, that no other government supplies for its army food of the excellence, abundance and variety enjoyed by the army of the United States."
Where Can I Get a Shave? Asks Soldier; Meets His Brother in French Town Of interesting war stories there is no end. C. L. Cornelius, of Newport News, has two nephews in the army, both of whom volunteered for service in France. The young men are Ralph and Ross Mellett of Hancock, Md., and they are twins. About two years ago they separated and had not seen each other since, until the accidentally met last month in a French town. One of them had grown a beard, but decided that he would have it shaved off. Walking along unconcernedly, he stopped the first man he met and inquired if he could direct him to a barbershop. Each had been greatly changed in appearance by the havoc of war, and for a moment the twins, although formerly very much alike, did not recognize one another. But to each there was something very familiar about the other and it was but a moment before there was mutual recognition; and a very happy reunion. The most remarkable feature of the incident was that the day on which they met was their birthday. It is hardly necessary to add that the twin soldiers celebrated the day and the occasion with due pomp, ceremony and hilarity.
NEW RED CROSS CANTEEN IS OPEN Heroes Give the "Once-Over" and Establish Headquarters. Formal opening of the new American Red Cross canteen building on River road. was held last week, when the handsome and spacious frame structure was thrown open to the soldiers, sailors, Marines and the general public. Coffee and sandwiches were served throughout the afternoon and evening. Mrs. J. Hugh Caffee, who has charge of this efficient branch of the Red Cross service here, presided as hostess. Despite the inclement weather, many overseasmen and many soldiers stationed here went down to give the new building the "once over." Heroes from France made it a sort of headquarters for the day and dropped in from time to time. It is understood the Red Cross canteen operations, both in keeping open house for service men and in furnishing refreshments to the men at the piers when they come in will be carried on from this building.
Bride Turns Truck Sergt. William Fly, of the Hospital Corps Detachment at Camp Stuart, received a confidential "tip" that married men would be the first to be discharged from the service. Immediately the sergeant applied for a five day pass to the Capital City, which he received, and returned a few days ago with a "blushing" bride. Moral: Where there's a will, there's a way.
THE BATTLES OF BRUNO The Come-Back's Own War Novel.
CHAPTER 1. Over the pearly gray dimness of the quivering eastern sky, like the faint blush that suffuses the cheek of some awakening maid, amidst a stillness that seemed eloquent by its very air of suspense, dawn was gently busting. "Ta-te-da-de-da-de-da"-the silvery clear notes of a bugle sounded through the streets of Camp Pep and before the last notes had died away there was a stir of activity among the clustered barracks where men at arms had but a moment since been sleeping the deep, long sleep of youth. Happy voices began to halloo down the streets, calling glad greetings back and forth in the manner to familiar to all our readers who have ever had the good fortune to be in an army cantonment around the hour of reveille. In all the squad rooms there was gay chaffing as one man sought for his elusive socks and another broke his leggin' string. You know the sort of shaffing we mean. In an incredibly short time a manly figure began to stride down the street of A Company blowing upon his brightly shining whistle and crying as he blew: "Come, boys, come, do not keep your commanding officer waiting." He was none other than the top sergeant and it was easy to see how the boys loved him, for he had not called more than eight or ten times when out from their barracks leaping and skipping at very joy of being alive on such a beautiful morning came the men of A Company, shouting, "Here we are, sergeant. See how quickly we obey your slightest whim.
Looked Like Snakes An order rang out and the soldier boys fell into a line that looked for all the world like some huge snake about to coil himself about the hapless figure of his prey. At the sight of it from the post of vantage at one end the big, black eyes of the top sergeant flashed proudly. At the extreme left of this line several of the boys were seen to be bending forward peering down so as to catch the approving eye of their beloved superior while others, more modest, were shrinking back and still others were moving back and forth so as not to crowd their comrades. You must know that the top sergeant of A Company was by way of being a wit and many were the comical expressions that fell from his lips while the line was being formed. "Number three of the rear rank, suck in your gut." "Snap out of your dope; this ain't no Camp-Fire Girls outing," and many other quizzical savings fell from his lips before he gave the command "Front," and stepped forward to salute the stalwart young lieutenant who had come to see that all was well with those under his command. No sooner had the lieutenant gone than the sergeant read out from a scrap of paper in his hand the names of those paper in his hand the names of those fortunate young men who were to be especially honored for that day. And although as every reader of books about army life knows, discipline forbids much loud conversation in the ranks, there were nevertheless suppressed murmurs of approval as this man was assigned to the wood-pile and that many was made kitchen police. "Goody," each man would say as his task was assigned, and many were the blessings heaped on the head of the top sergeant.
Enter Our Hero Among those who went on gladsome feet to the kitchen, there to spend a jolly day among the pots and pans and mops and rags, singing and whistling with the other boys, was our hero, Bruno. It has already taken us so much space to give the reader a realistic description of camp life as it is actually lived and to introduce our hero in his proper setting that, gosh darn it all, here we are at the end of this chapter already. But above all things don't low in your mind about the fact that nothing more is going to happen in this installment. Like any high-grade serial writer, it takes us a little while to warm up. Of course, if we were just writing low-brow stuff we would have hung Bruno off the end of a cliff with all the Prussian guards shooting spots out of him right bing at the start. Then we would have had you all going around with your tongues out waiting for the next issue of The Come-back. But that ain't our style. We always got mad as anything when we were reading serials that broke off just as the hammer of the revolver was about to fall and bump off the hero and his Jane. It always happened that we'd forgot to buy the next number telling how the hero busted the villain right in the nose and took his get away and kicked him all over Schleswig-Holstein, and perhaps it wouldn't be for months that we'd remember that we never did find out what had happened. Sometimes we'd like awake nights wondering that then we wouldn't be good for anything the next day, and the boss would get sore at us and talk about drinking and all that, little knowing, the poor, low-down skunk, what was on our mind. No, sir, give us the sub-tile stuff as our buddy Sergt. Olmstead says. If anyone thinks that this serial ist going to be a faithful picture of army life he's out of step and we all know that even a brave man like Bruno can't be fighting and making love in every chapter. But if you'll be sure to get next week's issue of "The Come-Back" we'll guarantee that you won't be disappointed. We just don't want to give too much away but just in passing we will remark that in Chapter 2 we introduce you to the heroine that sends Bruno all that mail and, perhaps if we get really warmed up, we may tell you about the awful fight that Bruno had with the mess sergeant. (To Be Continued Next Week.)
Someone Tipped This Man Off to a Good Thing, Get Next! It's the Real Dope Many Agencies Co-operating with Government to Show You Good Time and Effect a Quick Cure If You Have Been Hit Hard Overseas. In addition to what the army provides for you, if you need anything else consult the American Red Cross. There is a Red Cross worker in the Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital, one in Debarkation Hospital, No. 51, at Hampton, Va., and a Red Cross hut near the main gate at Camp Stuart. Men in other camps can communicate by letter, telephone or in person with the Red Cross at Camp Stuart. Get the Red Cross booklet called "When You Get Home." It tells you how to find out about your insurance, about compensation for injury or disease, how to apply for back pay, what the government will do to fit wounded men with artificial arms, legs, etc., and it gives legal advice about your property. When you get home, or to your destination, see the Home Service Section of the Red Cross in your town. They will be glad to give you information on benefits to which soldiers and their relatives are entitled, and other matters. The government at Washington sends them the latest information. The government will help you to find employment if you so desire. You can talk with a representative of the Government Employment Service, in the tent of Twenty-third street, across from the C. & O. R. R. depot. One of these government men will also be at the camp or hospital to which you go from here. If you miss seeing him, ask the Red Cross about it. Keep up your War Risk Insurance after you are discharged. It is the cheapest life insurance you can buy. If you stop your payments, you will lose forever this valuable right. Many of you could not get insured at all with private companies, because you could not pass their physical examination. If you have any doubt, ask the Red Cross. At this port there are representatives of the following: 1. American Library Association, libraries in all camps. 2. American Red Cross, Camp Stuart; Local Chapter, 3312 Washington avenue. 3. Christian Science Camp Welfare Committee, 124 Twenty-fifth street. 4. Jewish Welfare Board, 227 Twenty-eighth street. 5. National Catholic War Council: K. of C. Hut, Camp Stuart. Visitors' House, Camp Stuart. National League for Women's Service Hospitality House, on Thirty-fourth street. 6. Salvation Army, Thirty-fifth and Washington avenue. 7. War Camp Community Service, Red Circle Club, Thirty-fourth street. 8. Y. M. C. A., huts in all camps. 9. Y. W. C. A., hostess house, 3112 West avenue, and Camp Morrison. You are always welcome at all of these places. Many of them have shows or entertainments nearly every night, and you can meet fine young women at several of them. Ask at any of these places about other organizations that you want to find, such as lodges, churches, business organizations. etc.
LIEUT. BALTZ INJURED. While leaving the barracks, Lieut. Joseph W. Baltz, Q. M. C., at Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital, was so unfortunate as to fall, striking his back against the door sill. He is suffering from severe shock, with considerable pain.
Sergt. William Parker has returned to his post, after a ten-day furlough spent with his parents at New Orleans, La.
Sergt. Pete Vanderweg has returned to his duties at Embarkation Hospital after spending a seven-day furlough with his parents at Elizabeth, N.J.