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TWELVE THE BAYONET: CAMP LEE, VA., FRIDAY, MAY 10, 1918 would certainly get at the job promptly that afternoon. The rookie walked away apparently quite satisfied. The Third Battalion Headquarters' men are once again with us for mess. "Louse" Lappin and Nick Honsaker as usual amuse us with their tales of wild life. Forty-first Company. On May 1, 1918, the 41st Separate Company was transferred to the 11th Provisional and organized as the 41st Company of that battalion. The recruits assigned to this company come from the Virginia quota of the April draft. At the present time the company has not distinguished itself, but each day brings to light the latent abilities of the various recruits. Notably that one recruit is a glass and fire eater with the ability to drink forty (40) gallons of water. The men physically are in fair shape, but it has been noticed by several of the officers that after an hour or so of hard drill that even the strongest develop bad cases of "blind staggers." Will some kind "medico" describe the symptoms of the disease so it can be detected in its early stages-we have the cure. Forty-second Company. "It takes a long, slim, dark-skinned man to make a German lay his rifle down." We are on the job all right-we have about 250 in this company. Perhaps some will be slimmer later and some might be darker like some of the rest, and what some of us miss in being "long" we make up in pep. We are sure to get those rifles. We have a veteran of the Eightieth Division in our company. Moses White served in this division last fall. For some unaccountable reason he was sent home, and he is now having a fine time drilling us when the officers find we need extra instruction. We went on guard this week. The guard house was not finished, and when we heard were to sleep in the mess hall as a guard house we had pleasant anticipations. Hang that cook. He locked everything up tight. Corporal X-Sir, I have a very important question to ask. You say the corporals can't roll bones with the privates, but is there any objection to the corporals having a few friendly passes just 'mongst themselves? We had a sociable gathering the night we all got settled. We had a sociable gathering the night we all got settled. We had songs. Songs we used to sing and new songs taught us by the engineers, who came over to teach us. We had a few buck-and-wing selections, too, by members of the company. Man, you just ought to hear our harmony. Ask "stove pipe." Thirty-third Company. The 43d Company is one of the newest in the Depot Brigade. It's in a battalion that is as equally new, but it certainly means business. Its ball team has already defeated the old 41st Company's team to the tune of 7 to 6. Acting Corporal Rufus E. Knox, of the 43d, claims to be the best trap drummer in seven counties, and he promises to beat them all as soon as he gets his drum. We hope that the supply officer has a supply of large hats in stock, as we have appointed several acting corporals. Acting Corporal Burrill Woods had $60 the other night. He didn't tell us, but we think we know where he got it. Woods doesn't think much of the man that sleeps next to him, for he wanted to leave it in the orderly room, but as we didn't think we could get away with it, we made him keep it. Gee! I wish I was an observation man. All they do is eat and sleep. Forty-fourth Company. The Forty-fourth Company was organized Sunday, April 28, with 250 colored recruits, all from Virginia. While the uniforms have not arrived, it has not deterred their military accomplishments. Twenty-six non-coms. have been appointed and are doing good work. We can forsee quite an article for next week. Ninth Company. The Ninth Company played a game of ball with the Eleventh Company the other night of which the less said the better. The only bright feature was the playing of that shining star, Sergeant Ow, behind the bat, although Sergeant Doutt didn't do so bad. The score was 16 to 1, in favor of Eleventh Company. Reason for defeat: Sergeant Kelly was out rooting for Ninth Company. Our new recruits are a likely looking bunch of men. If they only keep on sending such to the new army it will not be long until we have the Kaiser with his back on the Rhine. The men enjoy the music given after retreat by the Brigade Band. They dance on the parade ground, but they have nothing on Sergeant Lewis. At 9:15 o'clock last night Looie was dancing and prancing around the floor looking for Ege and about nineteen other men at the dance in Petersburg. The girls were there, but owing to kitchen and other police duties the fellows were not. Mess Sergeant Traub has an easy time these days. All he does is catch flies and place them in our new-fangled fly-traps. 105TH ORDNANCE DEPOT CO. Last week the office force dreamed a dream, and in this dream they could see, arrayed in all its glory the office baseball team winning from the work-house team. The following day, May 1, they challenged the warehouse to a game, thinking they could make their dream come true. Oh! what a false thought! It was, indeed, pitiful to see the office rooters fade away as their men walked away from the plate after making a great effort to his something they couldn't possibly see., for Private John D. Blair was doing the remarkable pitching that could not be equaled. No doubt the surrounding companies felt the awful wind from the bat as the office team fanned, and fanned at the little thing they heard buzzing by. Sergeant Glasgow, who played short for the warehouse, was much "peeved" at the office not giving him more than two chances to make a throw to first. Now since this game is seems that none of the office have more money than 30 cents. They tried to double their money, but- By ginger, next t' bein' able to pick up a three-cent piece with a boxin' glove on, is to try to edit an "Ordiance Harold." It must be awful t' hev t' live in a city during one of them campaigns fer a "business administration." Unlce Ezra Braddock McCracken is a direct descendant of a family of Norse baseball men, and was born at Cat Creek He is supposed to be able to play himself, but it can't be done. He has marvelous memory and little or no regard for the truth. Sergeant Dwyer thinks something of going with a troupe. His uncle was quite an actor, and tore paper for the snow scene in the "Two Orphans," when that play was popular. Hence his would-be jokes. Lots of seemingly intelligent folks keep on saying "butatoes" fer "pertaters," Fitts." I'll bet th' editors thet hev been flyin' over th' country fer years on railroad passes wish they'd paid more attention to th' scenery while they hed a chance. "Black." The "Ordnance Harold" wants to know from Novotny, and Duff, why we are at war? Why! we are surprised at their ignorance. . The reason is this" We are fighting that Democrats might live. Old Specks Byers is the blamdest fellow to be blowin' off all the time about his army record. Wants to buy two gold bars and thinks he is a baseball rooter. Ha! Ha! Kill him while he is happy. Forty-seven West Philadelphians are among the three hundred men connected with the 26th Company. This delegation sports "A Mutt and Jeff" act in "Heavy" Atkins and "Kid" Bradley. Joseph P. Devir, a Philadelphia newspaperman, is with us. Joe is writing so many postcards and letters to his friends that Corporal Robert E. Lee has named him "Post Card" Devir. Jimmy Edwards has taken to the culinary art and every other day our James makes "chow" in the kitchen. Jim's intention when he gets back to Philly is to open a restaurant at Forty-ninth and Woodland Avenue. "We'll patronize you, James, on Saturday nights" -when the war is over. Jules V. Leclere, who has seen service in the U.S. Marine Corps, for a period of more than eight years is first sergeant of the 26th Company. Two McDevitt and two Smith brothers are privates of this outfit. Captain Harold L. Brown is our leader issisted by First Lieutenants Claude E. Schools, Earl E. Hodges and Second Lieutenants Percy V. Hendricks, Clinton P. Simpson, Roy C. Smith and L. Laurier. Private Bradley woke up the other day with an unusual dream or something He's says, "There is something on his mind." Q.-M. OFFICERS TR. CAMP The following notes were sent in by men formerly of the Eighth Division, who were recently transferred to the Quarter Master Officers' Training School at Camp Joseph E. Johnston, Jacksonville, Fla. Military police upon seeing Sergeant Major Morgan board a boat for Jacksonville without collar ornaments: M. P.-"Where are your collar devices?" Morgan-"I have none." M.P.-"To what organization do you belong?" Morgan-"To none. I belong to the Depot Brigade." Sergeant Sommers doesn't know yet, whether he is present or accounted for at Camp Lee Sergeant Major Plunkett is set in his ways. He is trying to persuade us to stand all formations. Seven of our party motored to St. Augustine Sunday. Great was the envy of others who saw them racing up South Beach at 65 per. For some reason the ladies all execute eyes right when Sergeant Major Edwards is near. He has even been known to stop Ford racing cars containing the feminine sex. Sergeant Williamson had his little finger badly sprained in a recent baseball game. He is soon to claim exemption. Sergeants Sommers and Meidel and Corporal MacGaffin and Matson are mingling with the English nobility at the hostess house, according to their own statement. HEADQUARTERS TROOP This troop is much set up over the fifty new tan saddles, which arrived Wednesday. The horses have been scrubbed and groomed until they fairly glisten in the sunshine, and now that we have the new saddles, we will "knock 'em cold." Private Warden says that he enjoys guard duty on Sunday night. It amuses him very much to make the belated troopers advance 100 yards or so "to be recognized." In his zeal, he halted Hans Hess, the stable guard, who, in reply to the challange, "Who goes there?" answered "Stable guard." As he did not receive the order to advance he sang out "He-e-doubles" and could not see why the sentinel insisted on calling "Corporal of the Guard No. 1." Privates Owen and Berkey have returned from their leaves of absence and report a splendid time. Private Cottrell entertained First Sergeant Turner, Sergeant Knox and Corporal Reames at dinner at his home in Petersburg Tuesday night. The boys have been giving glowing accounts of his hospitality and the enjoyment of the evening. Sergeant Knox seems to have been the "rookie" in the rook game. Bugler Enos, who astonished the troop by blowing "First Call" at 10:45 P. M. Tuesday night seems sad and forlorn these days. Reason? His star dancing pupil, Sergeant Widdows, has been transferred to the Depot Brigade, where he expects to teach the rookies some new steps. The inspection Saturday morning went along finely until two pairs of B. V. D.'s were found in Luigi Carlozzi's locker. We draw the curtain in the subsequent events. Corporal Corby has been put in charge of motor transportation, Vice-Sergeant Benz, who was transferred to Motor Truck Company 329. Corporal Sadler has a new mascot in the shape of a French saddle. MUSTERING OFFICE Our motto-Bring your bread and meat and get mustered. Private Harry Davis, supervisor of reviewing table, says "It certainly is wonderful the way business keeps up." Private Waller is always wanting passes to Hopewell. He says, "like Grape Nuts-there's a reason." Corporal White, of insurance fame, says he is going to retire on his commissions on sold insurance, which he does not get. Private Carter certainly does get a lot of good things to eat from Richmond. It pays to be popular with the ladies. Private Samuel Schiff, our renowned interpreter, states "that it is as easy to speak Russian and Lithuanian as it is Chinee." He ought to know. Private "Tubby" Smith bemoans the fact that the large influx of recruits keeps his nose to the "Bible" and away from his favorite pastime of baseball. Private Mitchell to negro recruit from Virginia-"Do you wish to take advantage of the government insurance?" Negro Recruit-"Naw suh Cap'n, I'se doan wanna take no 'vantage ob the gobernment no time a tall." Sergeant Campbell tells us to make preparations for another big draft. Have a heart, Sarge, we haven't finished this one yet. Tony-"Hey Giacomo, youra arm ees hurta you wherea da man steeka da needle?" Giacomo-"Was dat a needle?" "I tinka she essa da railroada spike." Private "Blondy" Cobbs, our Angel Faced Child, is trying to beat Private Schiff for his job as interpreter. He offers in proof the fact that he now speaks "English," "Profane," "Slang" and "Pig Latin." MOTOR TRUCK CO. 329 First Section. Sergeant Davis has been converted, and is now playing tennis. (Watch him boys, hemay use the net for fishing.) It was an awful blow for the married men, when they were restricted to quarters last week. What would Jimmy Cairn's little girl say, if she heard he was caught in a crap game? Second Section. Lieutenant Trecartin inadveriently broke in on a little prayer meeting, and confiscated a leaf of the Bible, which was lying on the floor. Deacon Wallace was presiding. Binkie Bell, while talking in his sleep, keeps murmuring about Bert. We fear that modest Binkie has a sweetheart. The canteen seems like a modern business house, since Abel has taken hold of the reins. Third Section. Judging from the expression of Jack Evans face, we would say, he has considerable trouble with his feet. We are wondering why the boys were hurrying down the hill, towards the incinerator, one evening last week. Reo Detachment. At last Sergeant Ruoff has discovered the nice little girl that he has been scouting for. We did not know it was in her. There was considerable excitement at the Liberty Theater, when Vause, the supe, dropped the curtain at the wront time. Ask Ryan how he enjoyed his trip to Richmond. AMBULANCE CO. 319 "Fatty" Lucille and "Slim" Blanche are frequent visitors. "Hill-billy" the embryo non-com, and Grandma, the overall entertainer, who constitute the reception committee, are advised to match their step. Red Face Creepy Northen often breaks the stillness by calling to the fair ones around the base, but even though he is always in the most optimistic frame of mind he never is noticed. We have been getting practical experience in digging trenches. It matters not how hard the monkeys and the what no ride it has to be done by the count. We are still hearing the echoes of the big Sunday Pow-wow which cast its shadow over the entire Sanitary Train not so many moons ago. War whoops are continually heard emitting from the throats of Standen Bull Fulton, Chief Heap Big Bones Sidenberg, Open a Can Mimms, Minnehaha Remsburg, Pocahontas Ferguson and Chief Side-o the Mouth Powell. "Gloom" Snellings is still on a grouch, but we still wonder when, where and how 319 will get like she ought to be. Parson Eastburn, the sky pilot of the company, is often found navigating around the camp trying to steer his congregation of Philadelphia prodigals down the straight and narrow path. "Nev-er-er m-m-mind, I'll e-eat a h-h-handful of bub-bub ball bearings," said Bob Williams trying to explain how he was going to knock the examining officer cold.