The Come-Back, 11 January 1919
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The Comeback Newport News VA January 11, 1919
Over The top Towards Home With Red Cross convalescent houses are center of interest in program of patients will loan you money plays ho$t [host] and writes letters to your relatives
by Leon K. Willman "Boys, here comes the Red Cross man!" is the call that is passed down the ward. A man has entered who wears a uniform of forestry green with red enamel crosses on the shoulders, rank bars on his blouse cuffs and carries a leather hand bag under his arm. Patients reach under their pillows for letters to mail; some come forward in flapping pajamas and slapping slippers. Those in bed look up with a smile.
Men of Mystery. The Red Cross man is everybody's friend, yet nobody knows him. Nobody knows what his uniform covers. He has a "past," he may even be known to fame in civilian life, but here is only a "Red Cross man." The emergency of war called him from the bank, store, factory, editor's chair, pulpit, office, laboratory; and being too old for the ranks, but with vigor of mind and body still undiminished, he is following the boys as far as he can go. Possibly you see on his lapel the tiny star that stands for a son "over there" who will never come back home. Whatever his motive, state in life, past and future, the Red Cross man is absorbed in the cars of the boys who need the counsel of an older head, the service of willing hands and feet, the sympathy and understanding of a warm heart. And where he goes he makes good. The lads in the wards say, "Hats off to the Red Cross! Say boys, what would we do without the Red Cross?" Often recently they give three cheers when he appears with this hand bag, notebook and little speech of information, instruction, explanation of some point of general interest before going from bed to bed.
Full of Business. "What does he do?" Too much to list. He sells postage stamps- and sells nothing else- recovers lost property, distributes small supplies or tells where they may be had in the ward office, looks out for stationery and the daily paper, sends telegrams carefully worded, composes letters and gives information and advice on every subject that can worry the mind or engage the interest of a youth who is "up against it."
The American Grin And in truth we are all "up against it." Got the blues, have you? In the words of Private Jack Hooligan, "Aw, forget it!" GO down to the wards and you will find hundreds of fellows who have a thousand times more reason to be blue. "What is a word of overseas patients like?' Like a kindergarten of 5-year-olds, displaying the American grin at its widest and toothsomest when you break in on them, and send them a smile that says, "Boy, you surely do look good to me, and I'm nightly glad we have you back; and if you haven't been 'over,' grin anyway, though it's harder than losing a leg." And when the grin does flash back, it says, "Hooray for old America, where they give you pie and ice cream, square deals usually; where the mud has some bottom, railroad cars are made for humans, and dollars are yours for francs. The allies are all right, but, boys, the home-folks are good enough for ours."
Keeping Office Hours. Red Cross in the embarkation hospital heads up in the southeast corner of the administration building, where the adjutant used to have his throne, and next door to the commanding officer. Here eight uniformed men and an orderly begin work at 8 in the morning and finish when they are too tired to do any more, sometimes at 5 and sometimes at 11. Red Cross men taken an intense pride in their work. Our staff includes Messrs. Willman, Milks, Champaign, Baptise, Blanchard, Pifer, Munsom and Detwiler. Their status is that of officers attached to the Medical Corps, and while they have learned how to salute without knocking off their caps, they don't stick on ceremony, and every buck private knows where to head in for a friend, and every hospital attache knows where to telephone for any service outside the scope of the official hospital schedule.
Some "Dough" Quick. Recently Red Cross undertook and put through one of the best service it has ever rendered. on December 16, a $5 loan was made to 460 overseas men when they entered the receiving ward. Three or four days later the government paid all in full to date. This was a great forward step, cheering to men who had been keeping ahead of the pay wagon in France for six months. On the 22d about 500 from the Leelandi were served. All these men return their loans when the pay-officer fixes them up.
Whiskers and Limps. A recent consignment of beautiful hickory canes marked with a metal band bearing the inscription: "American Red Cross, 1918," has given new means of pleasing the men: and we can furnish safety razors to those who have lost their toilet articles. Result: There are cases of indigestion that have developed a decided limp but sight of the new canes and whiskers have been seen to sprout like black magic in mute and scratchy appeals for removal when the shiny razors appeared.
Over the Top Towards Home. Another forward movement has been the holding of informal conferences for overseas men in the convalescent house about two nights after the arrival of each transport. The band of the Medical Detachment furnishes the music. Mr. Munson, of the Red Cross detail, makes a brief address, showing how a man who has lost both arm and leg can make good in life. Mr. Munson is free to say that if he were given backhis missing limbs he would have to tie them around his neck, not knowing what else to do with them. A brief address is then made by another member of the detail, showing men what they have to brace up to in the return to civil life, advising them to cling to their government insurance, and giving information as to the government's plan for re-education, incidentally urging them to apply for all sorts of help and advice to Home Service sections of the Red Cross in their home towns. The patients who have attended these meetings are enthusiastic about the encouragement and stimulus they have received.
The Convalescent Houses. "That Red Cross Convalescent House is a great place!" is the verdict one hears on another great Red Cross agency. A second house has recently been opened at Camp Stuart. The buildings are alike, each containing an immense lounge, with stage, side rooms for reading, retiring rooms, offices, etc. The great lounge is as plain as it is beautiful and as comfortable as it is attractive. "Chow" and the convalescent house are the two centers of interest in the day's program for patients. Games, writing materials, periodicals, books, fireplaces. Moreover, a staff of ladies work regularly in the house, under direction of Mrs. Charles Lynch, not scorning any useful service, such as sewing buttons and service chevrons.
The Folks from Home. Red Cross plays host to folks from home. We can find rooms and board for them in this section of town at fair rates. Sometimes these visits during the influenza epidemic came too late to find the boy alive. In more than one such case the Red Cross car and orderly and director, in conjunction with the army officer, took part in the little procession, and sent a mother or wife away vastly comforted in a time of sorrow. But it is only here and there that the shadows are thick and sorrows are heavy for our boys have youth on their side, and the hospital usually turns them out as good as ever. Our correspondence with the home-folks in connection with news of arrival from overseas is a large part of our work. At a critical time in the heart-history of families, Red Cross renders a service of communication that is of inestimable value. From experience we know about what to write and how to say it and many grateful words we receive from families whose distress is relived by the truth told kindly and plainly, concerning their beloved boys who take for granted too easily that their people know or can better wait till they take them by surprise. May Red Cross increasingly deserve the gratitude and affection of the people of America.
Back Again? How Are You Old Sodjer? You have had your honorable part in the saving of civilization and the nation that sent you out to battle for her will not forget you now that you are returning victorious. As swiftly as may be she will send you back to civil life with the honorable discharge that is the recognized token of your services to America. To no small extent America will continue to look for some guidance of events to come. Guard watchfully your army record while you wear the uniform; wear it as an American soldier and gentleman and take with you into civil life that fine spirit of sacrifice and services that gave you the victory overseas.
Medicos On Job At Shipwreck Gen. Ireland and Col. Smith Arrange Care of Northern Pacific Men. That was the Medical Department of the army was in full touch with the big job of removing all the 1,734 wounded and sick soldiers who were on board the transport Northern Pacific, which grounded off Fire Island last week was shown in the Surgeon General's Office as soon as news was received of the grounding of the transport. Surgeon General Ireland and Col. Smith, head of the Hospital division, followed the movements of the port, surgeons at New York, and preparations were at once ordered in all hospitals where the wounded men on board the transport could be taken. Forty-seven patients were sent at once to Debarkation Hospital No. 3, in the Greenhut Building at New York City, and others were transferred to the Grand Central Palace. Every one of the wounded and sick soldiers were off the ship by Saturday night at which time a smooth sea was running. While the removing of the patients from the transport was considerable of a job, getting them into hospitals after they were off was even greater, but the Hospital Division was equal to the task.
Gallant Lieutenant Jumps from Transport to Rescue a Patient After having received a wound in the hip while engaged in fighting in the Argonne section, Lieut. R. W. Barnes, 151st Field Artillery, of Minneapolis, Minn., once more proved himself a hero, when he leaped from the deck of the United States transport Zeelandia, which arrived at this port recently, and rescued Private Birch, of the Fortieth Engineers, who while temporarily deranged attempted suicide by drowning. When Birch leaped from the side of the ship the rail was lined with officers, soldiers and sailors. Ropes were thrown over in an effort to save the unfortunate man, who was not mentally responsible for his act. Birch seemed doomed to a watery grave in the historic James River. Lieut. Barnes realized the situation and, without taking time to remove his Sam Brown belt or blouse, and in spite of the wound in his hip received in France, leaped from the ship into the waters below, a distance of thirty odd feet, and brought the prostrate form of Birch to the pier, where it was taken to the Embarkation Hospital at Camp Stuart. Maj. George B. Campbell, of Utica, N.Y., of the Thirty-ninth Artillery Brigade, who was in command of the troops brought over on the Zeelandia, witnessed the heroic feat and has made an official report to the War Department recommending that Lieut. Barnes be cited for bravery.
Cupid a Stranger, He Says. Lieut. "Speed" Laux, Twenty-third Infantry, Officers' Pavilion No. 2, said he spent a splendid Christmas vacation in Baltimore. He told us that cupid and other Baltimore gods has been strangers to him. Maybe. We caught him taking Lieut. "Jim" Henderson, Third Machine Gun Batallion downtown on a sightseeing tour last Friday.
Ain't It A Grand And Glorious Feeling By BRIGGS After you've been wounded and you stay in a hospital in France several long and weary months. And when you land in the U.S.A. you can't join the hurrah crowds. And you go to another hospital here not caring what happens because you'll never be able to earn a living without your right arm. And the government tells you it will teach you a new trade without charge. And finally you are all fixed and get a better job than you ever had- also your compensation and insurance and everything. Oh-h-h boy!!! Ain't it a gr-r-r-rand and glor-r-rious feeling? Ta Tata TYA TYA Briggs By Courtesy of New York Tribune
Rolling 'Em Over by Pvt. Hard Boiled Egg So they're going to drag out a Serbian giant to take the measure of Bashful Jessie Willard, Pattawatomie cowboy, daring hero of the big battle in 101 Ranch and discoverer of wells loaded with hair oil, olive oil, and cod liver oil. The gian'ts name is Idsef Kortloff. He stands 6 feet 11 1-2 inches and when he gets down to the buff, me byes, he weighs a mere trifle like 341 pounds. Get that/ he weighs merely 341 pounds. Bashful Jessie laughed when it was suggested that he give Jack Dillon, then known as the "Giant Killer," a chance at the title. He grinned when he climbed into the ring with "Mary Ann" Moran, the Pittsburgh Bearcat. He's likely to weep if he ever stands up and faces Idsef Kortloff.
Finds Little Idsef Little Idself has been discovered by Color Sergt. Walter Duggan in the wilds of Europe, Duggan writes from Coblenz, where he is busy just now watching Jerries saluting American officers an' eve'ything, but he fails to say where little Idsef is hiding. If Idsef is hiding near Coblenz, mebbe he'll come across as a stowaway with Sergt. Duggan's outfit. When discovered by the cruel captain of the army transport, he can keep in good condition flinging black lumps into the red jaws of the stove down in the cellar of the ship. Then he'll be all ready for most anything, once he steps his little tootsies down on the fertile soil of dear old Hoboken. Bashful Jessie is inclined to sneer at "little Jack Dempsey," though the Utah wild man approaches the 200 mark when he steps upon the scale. But he will hardly be able to sneer at little Idsef, for Sarge Duggan's little find will outweigh the 101 Ranch hero by something like ninety pounds and fairly tower above him just as Miss Liberty on Bedioes Island does over the crawling, creaking towboat down in the stream. But wait! Will mere bulk win for little Idsef the world's heavy-weight boxing championship? Will he be able to fall upon Bashful Jessie in the clinches and so tire him that the cowboy will give up the struggle and fall fainting to the floor of the ring?
And They All Tumbled. The history of the prize ring is not without its tales of ancient behemoths who essayed to win the greatest glories of the roped enclosure. There was Ned O'Baldwin, the Irish Giant, extending up into the atmosphere to the 6-feet 5-inch mark. Ned came over and mixed things with ordinary guys in the days of John L. Sullivan and he went down to defeat. There was Herbert Slade, the ferocious Maori, who loomed up beside Sullivan like a mammoth but John L. Walked into him and well-nigh killed him in three rounds. Then, too, recall Ed Dunkhorst, known to ring fans as "The Human Freight Car," and see what happened to him when he faced Bob Fitzsimmons. That bout gave birth to Fitzsimmons' famous classic "The bigger they are, the 'arder they fall." And old Ruby Robert waltzed into Ed and knocked him cold in two rounds. That was eighteen years ago, but the phrase is still true.
A Laughable Bout. Bur perhaps the hugest joke of all was Herr Plaacke, a Hollander, who arrived in New York in the days of Kid McCoy's greatness. The Dutchman weighed in the region of 280 pounds and stood about 6 feet 6 in his hole-proofs. But he knew little boxing skill and so the wicked Kid McCoy, with ice water in his veins for blood, agreed to try him out. McCoy was more than 100 pounds lighter than Plaacke. Nobody who witnessed that laughable bout in New York will ever forget how McCoy avoided the giant until the crowd went wild with glee and then, stepping inside of his long reach, clipped him on the chin and it was curtains. So mebbe, if little Idsef comes over looking for trouble, bashful Jessie may tell him to "get a reputation" and mebbe Benny Leonard will take him on and knock him dead. It takes considerably more than bulk to make a ring champion. If you guys don't believe it, ask Lieut. Thomas at the gym any day. He knows, for he was a champion himself not so long ago.
-- The lords of baseball predict great things for the coming season. All the players are going South for training. All the fans are busy right now, discussing the line-ups that will ring the bell next April and those of us who will be at Walter Reed will have a chance to drop in at the ball park on our way down town and see Walter Johnson and Eddie Ainsmith in action.
-- Lieut. Col. Tillinghast L.H. Huston, Sixteenth Railway Engineers is back from France and at Camp Humphries. When he doffs his khaki, he'll be "Old Cap" Huston part owner of the New York Yankees and one of the best baseball fans in the world.
-- While the Huns were Hunning, baseball took pretty much of a back seat in his neck 'o the woods. You can't get up a lot of interest when the stars of the game are in khaki and you're watching the casualty lists every day yourself with a great fear in your heart lest you see that name that counts. But next summer things will be different. "Black Jack" Pershing's merry men are coming home in big bunches, their work done to stay done. The stars of the grand old national pastime will be on the job once more and the bugs in the bleachers will have only their war tax to remind them that the game was ever hung up for breath.
-- "The Giants are sure to win the pennant next year." The speaker was BenjaminKauff, the great "Benja" Kauff, a sergeant of infantry, just after signing his contract to play centerfield for Johnny McGraw's Giants. Who has a better right to claim a pennant than the great "Benja" Kauff, especially when he is going to play centerfield for the Giants? But in seven other towns some other guys are making the same statement, substituting other names for the Giants. That's what makes baseball then national pastime.
-- Jimmy Wilde, the British fly-weight champion, is going to visit the United State next summer. There should be a grand rush to see this little fellow, for if half told of him be true, he is quite the most remarkable British boxer since the days of Pedlar Palmer and Billy Plimmer. Wilde weighs about 100 pounds, yet has defeated with knock-outs some of England's greatest bantams and feathers. Once, just to get some revenge, he took on a light-weight and knocked him out, and the light-weight was not far from the title class, either. How good is Wilde? Well, you guys know Joe Lynch, the New York bantam. Wilde, wearing big eight-ounce gloves, hit Lynch one clip on the chin and put him away at the recent service bouts in London. Can he hit? That would look the way, wouldn't it? Lynch is the youngster who knocked out Kid Williams for the first time in the latter's ring career so Wilde must have some cleverness as well as hitting ability. Pal Moore, of Memphis, outpointed Wilde in three two-minute rounds, but just what will happen to him in twenty rounds remains to be seen. They are to meet later on, says Dame Rumor, the old tattlebag.
Minstrels and Crack Athletes in Corps The new "Y" for Embarkation Hospital was opened Friday evening, December 20. A first-class basket-ball team has been organized in charge of Sergt. Fithian and Corp. Keating. Steps have been taken to organize otehr teams to represent different departments of the hospital. A minstrel troupe is being coached by Baldwin and Hinkel, two professional entertainers. The corps boasts of a number of a good men in this line, and prospects are bright for an A. No. 1 show on January 10. It is probable that arrangements will be made to take the troupe to other places to entertain the soldiers. The corps has plenty of talent along athletic, musical and literary lines. A splendid spirit of co-operation exists between officers, enlisted men, and "Y" secretaries. All are united in a cordial effort to make the hospital enlisted personnel as happy and efficient as possible.
Cheery Letter To 'Come-Back' Hospital Publications Get Many Testimonials of Appreciation The man who has returned from overseas and has been through this experience of debarking and being sent to the general hospital, will find little news in the story of the various changes, but the persons who has not been in touch with this will find the letter, written by a patient, of interest. The author of the letter had been gassed, and his experiences on this side after he landed were set forth in a letter to a member of The Come-Back staff: Dear Joe: Now that the Hun has been put in his proper place and I have some time on my hands I'll take this method of renewing our friendship, the expression of which has been unfortunately interrupted. I hope to be back with you before many weeks and tell you about some of the things I have seen. As the folks no doubt have told you, I was gassed in September. Not severely, as compared to some, but enough that I am being held here at Azalea, N.C. in the general hospital for observation. The government will not knowingly discharge a man until he has been restored to health as completely as possible, and as the principal after-effect of gas is tuberculosis, they are to keep me for a while to make sure that I have entirely recovered. That, I am sure you will be glad to know, is considered certain.
Hampton Roads Looked Good. I arrived back in the States the last part of November, and you may inform the world that no water I have ever seen looked as good to me as Hampton Roads. Water is pretty much the same quality the world over, especially sea water, but it makes a difference what land it touches. We were taken off the transport which docked at Newport News, and were transferred to a smaller boat, which brought us to Debarkation Hospital 51, formerly an old soldiers' home. As I was of that class known as ambulatory patients, I was held on the boat until the litter cases had been taken by ambulance to the hospital. Let me tell you, the way they handle these litter patients here is splendid. Ambulances back right into the wharf, the patients are loaded into large wire baskets about the shape of that letter tray the boss back home has on his desk: you know where you put the letters you had written for him. Whiz goes the ambulance where it is loaded and another backs in. I was here five days and at the end of that time I was assigned to this hospital, along with ten other fellows who had been injured in the same way I was. In the Debarkation Hospital I received every attention that I could possibly wish. Was able to get a pass for all of one day and spent it in riding about this historic country. Visited Norfolk, Old Point Comfort, where Fort Monroe is located and visited Hampton Institute, a negro school where the later Booker T. Washington was educated.
Red Cross on Its Toes. The Red Cross at the Debarkation Hospital is up on its toes and any service the fellows need is attended to. I happened to need a little cash on the day I was given a pass and the Red Cross director loaned me enough to pay my way around. Phoebus, a little town just outside the gate of the Debarkation Hospital, was where we took the train for this place. There were several cars bound for the different general hospitals, all of them going as far as Richmond in one train. The litter patients were loaded on the train through the windows, platforms having been built up to that height. In my car were only men who were able to get around good shape. Boy, no one who has never taken a trip on one of these hospital trains can realize the splendid quality of the American brand of patriotism. The man who has taken such a trip has a better understanding of the way this nation went to war and what a powerful force of national sentiment was behind it all.
Cared for Lavishly. I thought when I came East a year ago on the troop train to go overseas that we received all the attention that could possibly be lavished on soldiers, but I find that attention was surpassed by that we received on this hospital train. Every place we stopped we found Red Cross women with hot coffee, soup, sandwiches, cigarettes and, in fact, everything we could wish, even to stamped post cards for those of us who wished to write home. How those local Red Cross chapters keep up their work and maintain their enthusiasm, seeing as they do, hundreds of soldiers each week, is the thing about it that I can't understand. I asked a woman who was riding on the train with us- you know, the members of the chapters along the road ride on the trains- if they never tired of this work. "Did you boys ever get tired of what you were doing in France/" was the answer she gave me. "we feel that the most we can do for you is too little" Joe, if I ever again hear anyone say that America is a commercial nation, as we have heard so much in the past, I want you to be ready to bail me out of the hoosegow. I mention that Red Cross members accompany the trains. This is one of the biggest services they give. When one of those motherly looking women- or perhaps one of those fine, real American girls, comes on the train, you can see the morale of the men soar away above par. And pretty soon you'll see the fellows crowded around talking with them and perhaps some fellow who has been pretty homesick will get one of the women aside and tell her all about his girl and the folks and his job that is waiting for him but mostly about his girl.
Meets Real Folks. I've run into some pretty small-spirited people since I have been in the army- mostly around the army camps. And sometimes I have felt that the American people didn't really care much for soldiers- that all of them were trying to get what little money we drew for as little return as possible. But I tell you that getting out among the "quality folks" is like coming out of a stuffy, smelly room into the fresh air and sunlight. We were sent here under the escort of an officer of the medical department and two sergeants. They allowed us as much freedom as they could and I am glad to say that nobody tried to take advantage of them. Here in this hospital we have a pretty good time. Our quarters and food are excellent, there are entertainments of various kinds and many visitors who come in to talk with us. Well, Joe, I shall expect a letter from you right away. Tell me all the gossip as well as the real news. Be sure to tell the boss that I am coming back to my old place as we agreed when I enlisted.
Basket Ball Season On At Stuart Hospital; Home Game Tomorrow The camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital Corps is now boasting of possessing a crack basket-ball team. The boys are showing quite a bit of interest and have been doing some hard practicing, shaping themselves for battle, which opens as per the following schedule: January 12, company H, of the 12th Infantry; January 19, Company F. of the 12th Infantry; January 26, Port played on Embarkation Court. this team will accept challenges between scheduled dates. Their line-up is as follows: Forwards, Harvey, Mawn; center, Filthian: guards, Crockett, Waddell; substitutes, Hook and Mills.
That Cruel War. "What connection has Grubbson had with the war? He hasn't been at the front or crossed the sea, has he? He hasn't been either wounded or torpedoed?" "Oh, no. He is merely one of the survivors of a Washington boardinghouse." -Life
New Years Resolutions. Von Hindenburg: To be humane to the animals. Sergt, (1st cl) Harbison: To smile in the morning. Pvt. (1st cl) Walling: To swear off. Private Morjean: To work. Private Sonnabend: To stop running around with W.W.'s (War Workers, of course.) The colonel: To declare a holiday. Sergt. Mullen: To give the boys in No. 2 mess hall something to eat. Sergt. Levy: To keep his temper. The Kaiser: Not to start anything he can't finish. Corp. Lurie: To stand reveille (because he must).
Where to Go What to Do Come Across Buddy, isn't there something kicking around in your kit that you always thought you'd like to have printed? Let's have it. The Come-Back doesn't print any old stuff, but knows from experience what's coming from you. You can't make us made if you send in the dope. we're busy but not busy enough. Officers, nurses and corpsmen are likewise invited to come across. This paper is yours, too. Look over some of the yarns in this issue and then say: "I can tell a better one than that, and it's true!" Then let us have the yarn. We are willing to be convinced. And before long you will be clipping a column out of The Come-back and sending it home, accompanied by a little flourish of the pen: "This is some of my stuff." Just like a real guy. If you are at the Debarkation Hospital No. 51, give your contributions to the nurses or corpsmen, drop them in one of the contribution boxes marked The Come-Back in the mess hall, or leave them at the library or postoffice addressed to Sergt. Lawrence Smith, Local Editor, The Come-Back, Debarkation Hospital 51. If you are at Camp Stuart Embarkation Hospital, give your contributions to a Red Cross man, the nurse of your ward or leave with the sergeant in either of the convalescent houses. Address Sergt. James Frazier, Local Editor, The Come-Back, Camp Stuart Debarkation Hospital. Announcements from churches, social and other organizations in Newport News and vicinity for insertion in the Newport News and Hampton edition of The Come-Back should be mailed to either of the local editors on or before the Saturday preceding the date of publication. Thank you. P.S. - Just remember that The Come-Back is in the ring for everything that is of interest or is arrangement for the wounded and sick soldiers.
Born Hero, War Correspondent Overlooked Him Corp. Lane, an Important Unit of A.E.F., Repels Enemy Attack Out of confusion and hurry incidental to the return and demobilization of the A.E.F., stories of individual heroism are beginning to be heard- stories that the war correspondents have overlooked. Of course, some of these stories- but those things will happen- and anyway Corp. Elmer L. Lane has some important souvenirs besides his wounds to indicate that he had plenty of first-hand experience. The American troops at Bunker Hill were told to withhold their fire until they could "see the whites of the enemies' eye." Corp. Lane kept up his attack until that point was reached, and incidentally until many of the enemy were black in the face. Corp. Lane was standing on the parapet of the trench in a certain sector on April 8, 1918. Quiet had prevailed for some time in that position and the enemy trenches were obscured by a heavy fog. Suddenly the fog lifted and Corp. lane saw an attacking force advancing on the position he was helping to hold. That the enemy was driven back without achieving its mission, which probably was the capture of prisoners, was due to the gallantry of Corp. Lane. He remained in plain view of the enemy, throwing hand grenades until the attack was repulsed. He was severely wounded, was brought recently to Debarkation Hospital 51 and last week was taken to General Hospital 10 at Boston. His home is in West Somerville, Mass, so he is fortunate enough to be near home while finishing his convalescence. Corp. Lane's unaided repulse of the enemy was esteemed of such importance that he was awarded the French Croix de Guerre and the American Distinguished Service Cross.
One Loud, Noisy 'Aye" For Month's Pay Bill Would Appreciate Money with Discharge as Gift to Tried Employe. It has always been the time-honored custom to hand an extra week's pay to the employe who is "let out" rather suddenly, whether the reason for his going be wise or otherwise, and what could be more sensible, asks Representative Fuller, of Illinois, in a recently introduced bill in the House, than to give each honorably discharged soldier one month's extra pay and a bonus of $100 besides? The bonus system is in order in all well-conducted business houses at the present time, and if the United States army isn't a well-conducted business institution, what is? The text of the bill provides: "That to every man who shall have served in the army, navy or Marine Corps during the European war and who has been, or hereafter may be honorably discharged from such service, there shall be paid, in addition to his regular pay, compensation or allowance the sum of $100 and one month's additional pay from the date of his discharge." Needless to say, every one who has served in the army, navy or Marine Corps seconds this bill with one long, loud, 'Aye.'"
Billy Sunday Theatricals At Camp Stuart Theater A communication from the advance manager of the Billy Sunday Religious Theatrical Trope informs Port Chaplain J.P. Moore that Mr. Sunday, the w.k. evangelist, who opens a revival of his old show in Richmond on January 15, will come to Newport News shortly for several days. Matinee and evening performances are billed. The dates will be announced later and will probably fall between January 12 and February 20, and on Mondays. Mr. Sunday usually takes this day for himself and only on that day will his audiences permit him to be spared in Richmond. The meetings will be held in the new military auditorium on West avenue under military authority and in charge of Port Chaplain Moore.
Old Soldiers' Home Is Turned Over To Gov't Once a Girls' School; Has Sheltered Sick in Three Wars Embarkation Hospital Is Delightfully Located on Hampton Roads Amid Historic Scenes. For the second time in its history, the property of the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers, Southern Branch, is in the service of the United States as a hospital for men wounded in battle. Used at the outbreak of the Civil War of 1861-65 as a girls' seminary, it was taken over upon the retirement of the Confederate forces and put into service as a hospital were both federal and Confederate forces wounded were cared for. It was gain impressed into the cause of mercy on November 8, 1918, when by act of Congress it was designated as a debarkation hospital for the forces returning from Europe. Men from all parts of the Union who have been busy making history the past two years find themselves in the land which figured most conspicuously in the history they studied at school. They are in the land of John Smith, of Patrick Henry, and but a few miles from the town where Washington's struggle of seven years ended in victory- Yorktown. Debarkation Hospital No 51, as the home is now known, is situated on the north bank of Hampton Roads, known over the world as a "turn around" harbor, and between the old town of Hampton and Old Point Comfort. In the roads not far from the hospital the famous engagement between the ironclads Merrimac and Monitor occurred. What is known as the main building of the home was dedicated in 1854 as the Chesapeake Female Seminary, founded by the Baptist church. As mentioned before, its use in this capacity was abandoned at the outbreak of the Cvl War.
Opened as Home in 1870. The place was purchased for use as a home in 1870 and served this purpose continuously until the urgencies of the great war brought it into its present use. From the first it was a popular place with the soldiers who were admitted to it and many sought and obtained transfers from other national homes. It was occupied at the time of transfer to the government for use as a debarkation hospital by 1,450 men who were veterans of the civil war, the Spanish-American war and by other soldiers, sailors and marines disabled in the service of the United States. Of this number, 500 were transferred to the Mountain Branch Home, at Johnson City, Tenn.: 450 were sent to the Central Branch at Dayton, O., thirty-six to Marion Ind.; thirty-two to Danville, Ill.; thirty-five to Togas, Me.; thirty-two to St. Elizabeth's Hospital , Washington, D.C., and forty-five, who were too ill to travel were left int he hospital here. Thirteen of these have since died. As about 500 of the veterans were on furlough when the change was made, a number of them have not yet returned and each day finds one or more returning to discover that he must change his residence. Capt. W.H. Brewer, chief of commissary and subsistence of the home, will remain here for a time to direct these to another national home. The hospital was turned over in full to the government January 1, and the home officers, Col. M.W. Collett, governor; Capt. Brewer; Capt. D.C. Spencer, quartermaster, and Maj. F. E. Skinner, treasurer, are at this time shipping all the property which was not taken over by the War Department to Johnson City, Tenn., and to Dayton, O. Naturally the members of the home regretted having to make the change from this desirable institution, but having been in the national service themselves, they were willing to step aside that the overseas men should be attended to. The institution will probably be returned to its former use when the emergency has passed.
Ships Bring Back Many Thousands to Newport News Continued From Page One arranged for the amount of blankest, sheets, pillows and slips, pajamas and the 101 articles demanded upon the arrival of several thousand men. Grub was not forgotten, and the days of the kitchen police were filled with hard labor and, in K.P.'s personal opinion, numbered. At Debarkation Hospital 51, Maj. W. R. Galbreath, in command, took the same precautions, and lo! the sick and wounded soldiers from overseas arrived and took the solicitous reception they received as a matter of course, little realizing what heroic measures had been necessary to make them feel at home. Yep, this job of saying "Howdy-do?" and "Good-by" to several thousand soldiers every week is a big one, right here at Newport News, and the officers and men who are in love with this wholesale hospitality proposition call it great "trans-port." Before they leave the debarkation hospitals for reconstruction hospitals throughout the country the soldier-patients are paid, on their own affidavit, the amount of back pay due them, if they returned to the homeland without service records. The grub is good; the men are furnished with new articles of clothing necessary for their comfort and good appearance; every provision at the debarkation hospitals is made for their recreation and entertainment, and finally, if it is at all possible, they are shipped, to effect cure for any bodily injury they may have sustained, to an army hospital nearest their home. Uncle Sam's reception committee, in the opinion of the boys wearing the gold stripes from over seas, usually does a good job.
Aesthetic. Mrs. Uppish (passing crowd of urchins playing in gutter): See those dirty little half-naked children playing in that gutter. Isn't it awful? One of the urchins: G'wan, lady. We're doing the latest high-brow Greek fling, 'De Dance of the Limpic Mud-Puddle." -Life
Gayton: As soon as I marry your daughter my firm has promised to double my salary. Bilter: well let me think this over. I must look you up. "All right, sir: but remember it will cost you about fifty a week." - Life