March 3, 1919

March 3, 1919

Reg'lar County Fair Here When Animals are Mustered Out


Not until the next sale, or perhaps until the Riverhead Fair next fall will there be such a party as was sprung recently at the 302nd Remount Depot. It was advertised as "The Mustering Out of 550 Head of Horses and Mules." It was fully that, and more. It was the greatest collection of saxonroyce and rollsford cars, buckboards, buggies, wagons, and Long Island natives ever seen in Yaphank township. They were there in fur and near fur lines overcoats, mittens, overalls, winter caps such as are used when one does the milking at four A.M. and et cetera. The horsey persons from Baltimore to Boston were likewise on hand and, taking it all and all, up and down, it was a great day.

It was the first sale of any size yet held of government horses and mules in the camp. Five hundred and fifty animals were up, including cavalry and artillery horses and mules which were found unnecessary "for the demobilization period." The selling began at about ten and continued fast and furious until only a small string of animals was left unsold. Occasional intermissions were declared for lunch which was purveyed by Remount enlisted men under a large tent pitched near the auction block. Man-size sandwiches, coffee, cigarettes and cigars made up the chow, which was advertised in true circus style.

The light horses brought prices ranging from $45 to $170. The artillery horses were greatest in demand and brought an average of $130 per head.

Another sale will be held January 30th. Capt. Byrne, commander of the Remount, was in charge of the sale.

There was comedy, some of it furnished by the Remount lads and some by the onlookers. The wild west experts of the corral gave some exhibitions of fancy roping and tying. When the horses were used up they turned on each other.

One of the best bits reported by the Chief Insulter of Trench and Camp who caught the incident through his cigar smoke.

A four-foot yokel was standing directly in front of the auctioneer, his face eager with the anticipation of buying. A horse would be put up, the bidding begin and run on furiously. The little one, who was swallowed up by a pair of blue overalls, waved his money and piped his entreaties to no avail. He couldn't get a word into the game, let alone his money. Horse after horse was literally sold over his head.

Finally in imploration he turned to an enlisted wag standing by and said piteously:

"Aw, gee, can't I buy something here?"

The enlisted hard-boiled person looked at him searchingly: "Sure, buddies, step over and buy a sandwich."


Musickers For Band To Help Cheer-O Work


The Camp Morale Officer is making an effort to have a band and orchestra organized for the entertainment of convalescent soldiers.

Band Leader Harry L. Smith, of the Regular Army, who has organized twenty-nine bands, is to look after the new band.

All musicians in camp who wish to join the organization are requested to report to the Camp Morale Officer at Camp Headquarters. Their playing with the new organization will in no way whatever delay their discharge. Their services will be used simply while they are here, but they will have the advantage of doing pleasant and useful work and being relieved of other duties.

Band Leader Smith was formerly a trumpet player in the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra and with Pryor's Band. He was with the 17th C.A., the 17th Infantry and the 311th Field Artillery.


Two Great Americans Who Died Same Week Photographed Here


In view of the death in the same week of Col. Roosevelt and Maj. Gen. Bell, this picture has unusual interest. It was taken on the steps of the Y.M.C.A. auditorium after a speech there by Roosevelt in the late fall of 1917.  Gen. Bell, who was in command of the Seventy-seventh Division, presided at the meeting, and the two, who were great friends, were caught by the photographer just as they were leaving for another meeting in the Knights of Columbus auditorium.


345th, First Combat Troops, Arrive in Their Old Camp


There are those in camp who remember the nights in early spring of last year when long lines of rifles passed in moving silhouette across the western night skies as thousands of soldiers marched silently from camp on their way to France.

The lines of rifles are passing athwart the moon again. But the boys marching in- from Over There, packs slung and the big adventure behind them.

The first combat organization, although the armistice was signed before they could get up to the line, came into camp one night last week. They were thirteen hundred strong and composed the first and third battalions and special organizations- machine gun, headquarters and supply companies- of the 345th Infantry, 87th Division. They had been at Camp Merritt for a week or so after landing in Hoboken and came here for discharge.

Seventy-five per cent. of them were former Upton men, brought here in the early summer drafts from New York. As one of them disengaged himself from a car seat when the train pulled into Upton, terminal, he gazed out the window and, seeing the familiar markings of camp, said: "Now I see it proven that the world is round. I came back to the place where I started."

The 345th was formed at Dix and large number of Upton men were sent to fill it to war strength. The 87th Division sailed in August. it was broken up on the other side and never reassembled. The 345th was stationed in the region around La Sainte, in southern France, and were the pioneer American troops there. Although reports came back home that they became engaged in active service, such was not the case.

They were at Brest when the President arrived and formed part of the reception column which was over a mile long and three soldiers deep. Col. John O'Shea commands the organization.


After Discharge Will Hunt Up His Wife in Armenia


There are some interesting post discharge plans among soldiers here, but probably none more unique that those of Corporal Makar Ditanchez. He is hoping to make a trip to Armenia, soon after release from the 104th Ordnance Dept, to hunt for his wife who has not been heard from since she fled some six months ago from a town in Persia whch was being raided by the Turks. Ditanchez himself escaped from his home town in Armenia just before a Turkish massacre and came to this country. He was drafted in New Britain, Conn.

Ditanchez came to this country in 1912, leaving home at 2 o'clock in the morning. In November, 1916, his cousin and his wife's sister came to New Britain from Armenia. They brought word that his father, brother and nephew had been murdered by the Turks and his wife had escaped.

So the Corporal, armed only with an honorable discharge, lots of hope and the general directions his relatives have given, will set forth on his quests as soon as he can get passports. He will cover some ground, too, even before he gets to Armenia, his itinerary including San Francisco, Siberia and some intermediate way stations.


Khaki School Here To Teach Wounded The Arts of Peace


An "army school" to teach not the art of war but the arts of peace was started in Camp Upton last Thursday. Its sessions are now in full swing at 203 Twelfth Street, where the barracks have been turned over for use as a school house.

In the commercial department the subjects taught are stenography and typewriting, business correspondence, business arithmetic and penmanship. In the academic department the courses are English, commercial French, Spanish and general academic branches.

Rarely has school been held under such unusual or picturesque conditions. The pupils are in uniform and they sit at the usual bare board benches that grace the camp's mess halls. In spite of the lack of school like atmosphere, the work goes on with an earnestness and attention that promises well for the ultimate results.

The school is under the general direction of Capt. Donohue, the Camp Morale Officer, and it is working in connection with the United States Employment Service to train men for possible jobs. It will also meet the educational needs of the convalescent group that has moved down from Nineteenth Street. All men in camp are privileged to attand and will be given every encouragement by the officers to do so.

The welfare organizations are all co-operating. Mr. M.M. Hoover, Chairman of the Educational Committee of the Camp Welfare Associations, is in charge of the school, and it is owing to his energetic and enthusiastic efforts and his executive ability that the undertaking has started so well.

It is planned to train moving picture operators. J.J. Cronin, who represents the Community Movie Picture Bureau, will be in charge of that school. Some of the large motion picture houses have given the necessary machinery.

There will also be classes for men who wish instruction in other lines and classes are in prospect for electrical work, automobile driving and repairing, motor farming and shoemaking.


Officer Explains How Compensation Provisions Work


Officers in the War Risk Insurance office of the Camp Judge Advocate have wondered during the past few days why there were such a small number of claims for compensation, with the large number of returned wounded in camp. Plenty of gold chevrons on the right sleeve are here and there over camp, but the papers for disability claims have come in surprisingly meagre quantity. Inquiries were made and it was discovered that the majority of convalescents feared that application for compensation would retard their discharge.

Accordingly, a talk was given wounded men by Capt. Charles B. Brophy, of the War RIsk Insurance Bureau, Judges Advocate's office, explain the working of the compensation section of the insurance law. He pointed out that for men who are killed in active duty, from $20 to $75 a month is paid dependents; that for total disability, from $30 to $95 a month is allowed, with $20 extra for bedridden cases, and that for partial disability, ten per cent and upward of the toil disability allowance is paid.

He also stated that claims for compensation are valid twelve months after discharge.


Hearty Welcome is Assured For All The Returning Men


Hearty public welcome home for the disappointed soldiers who never got nearer the front than the home training camps but whose patriotism must be rated 100 per cent, was requested extended by all Y.M.C.A.'s in a letter of instruction sent out from the Y.M.C.A. War Work Council. Home secretaries were asked to cooperate in all welcomes to soldiers who were held at home, or in lack of official receptions to inaugurate welcomes.

"Secretary Baker," the letter of instruction reads, "has asked for cooperation in creating the right spirit toward all those who have served their country in the present war. He points out that those men who have been detained in the home camps have given as loyal and patriotic service as those who went abroad, but have been denied what their hearts were set upon-an opportunity to serve on the field of battle." He asks that there "be no discrimination against them by reason of the accidents or fortune which detained them here."

"The attention of all secretaries is directed to the great importance of the welcome home being enthusiastic for the men from the home camps as well as for those over seas. The men who did not have the chance to go overseas were ready and willing but did not have the opportunity. They are incline to be over-sensitive, and the "Y" can be of great service in helping to see that the welcome is generous and genuine to all soldiers and sailors alike, even to the extent of arraning such welcome where necessary."


Schwartz Was Twice Wounded and Served With First 50,000


As gold-stripers go, Upton has had a good share. Few overseas men have been noticed in camp, however, with a trio of chevrons, although many come in pairs. The three stripes mean eighteen months of service abroad, and a chap had to be literally on deck pretty promptly after the declaration of war to be in the running. Private Hermon Schwartz, of New York City, is one of the three or four men here now in the convalescent center who served a year and a half. He was with the first 50,000 that went over as General Pershing's army and was in Company F, 26th Infantry. The other outfits that went over then were the 18th and 16th Infantry and the 8th, 6th, and 7th Artillery.

Private Schwartz trained with the French "Blue Devils" for several month and his organization took a couple more for a final and complete training in all the branches of modern warfare. They were among the first to take position on the line at Lorraine. Things were quiet there and at Toul where they next dug in, although at Toul the 26th helped meet the first German raid made on American troops, by Hindenburg's circus. It was when the regiment went to housekeeping in the Montdidy region that matters warmed up. The fighting at Cantigny was fierce and continued. Schwartz was gassed there. After recuperation he rejoined his regiment at Soissons. That was in July and the Yanks were holding daily sessions with Jerry. During one advance a piece of shrapnel bumped against Schwartz neck. if it had been a couple of inches to the right his head would have been taken off. As it was, he was knocked fifteen feet. He crawled away to a field first aid station and while waiting for attention to his wound, some shrapnel came along and missed taking off both legs as closely as the first came from decapitating him. Both legs were badly shot up. He was taken to a capture German dugout which had been fitted up as a dressing station and afterwards moved to Paris. He has been at Upton since the first of January.

Schwartz wears two red stripes, three service stripes, the gold star signifying the first 50,000 and the large black "A' at the left shoulder for First Army Corps. His division was cited, and he is thus entitled to wear the citation cord, but modestly refrains, feeling sufficiently decorated in his gold and black.


Non-Com. Instructors' Class Comes On Fire


The non-coms studying in the athletic classes held daily in the "Y" Auditorium are making splendid progress, according to their instructors, Capt. Booth, Ted (Kid) Lewis, Mike Ryan and W.F. Kraetzer.

"The class is the best I've ever taught," said Capt. Booth. "They have taken hold of the work splendidly and will make fine instructors for the men. I actually found it possible to teach them six exercises in one day. Ordinarily I'd be satisfied if they mastered three in two days."


Former T. and C. Scribbler Gets Out Paper In France


Trench and Camp has been proud of the record made in France by many of the soldiers who've worked on the staff from time to time. They have made good as fighters and cartoonists and letter-writers and now comes one who has developed into a sure-nuf newspaper publisher over there. He's Private Franceis Sinclair, who showed a splendid newswriting ability while here and is now attached to Co. D, Hqs. Bn., C.R.O. Let him tell about his interesting experience. Francis is at Bourges, France. Writing December 14, he says:

" Dear George (George is a friend of his here, y'understand): At last I have the real pleasure of a newspaperman's likfe. I've put out my own paper. It's four pages, regulation European size and ranks in the whole American Expeditionary Force second only to the Stars and Stripes.

"A few months ago I met a young chap from the Boston American and from that came our plans for a post newspaper. After some delays we secured official approval and about three weeks ago we got under way. From the first we were beset on every hand by obstacles. Our greatest was the lack of knowledge of the language. Then, every piece of type had to be set by hand. We had to order paper specially and it took about a week transporting it eighty took about the same period to have cuts sent to Paris.

"it may amuse you to know that we didn't have a cent of money when we entered the publishing business, but after paying expenses of 1,400 to 1,500 francs we had a profit of about 500 francs. Our original plan was for an eight by eleven paper, but we hanged this to two pages (one sheet) regulation European size and double that when we found how easy it was to get advertising. These Frenchmen went wild over the chance. We had to cut their orders down and some we couldn't even handle. One house want a full page at 160 francs right off the bat!"

Francis didn't enclose a copy. The business manager of T. and C. is anxious to learn how he hypnotized the Frenchmen and lifted such advertising.


Barrack Censor Kicks At Fake Advertisers


Who said you couldn't become famous in the Army? There are two buck privates at Upton who can give that theory the "treat 'em rough" prescription at any hour of the day or night. Phone-but a personal call would be better, because then you can read the placard swinging in to the cool evening breezes between the bunks of Pvt. William A. Bergamini and Pvt. John W. Hammond, Personnel Adjutant's Detachment.

This artistic door-plate, if such a term can be used, is the work of Pvt. Millard M. Welch, a talented soldier of Rhinebeck-on-the-Hudson. He did the whole job himself, the decorative touches as well as the lettering.

In bold, black letters the sign board proclaims the existence- which nobody suspected before, not even the perpetrators- or "The Worcester Chronic," the latin motto of which, printed underneath the name is "Laboratum ad infinitum facerete." This, being translated, is alleged to mean: "Laboring forever to do somebody."

The rest of the amazing announcement reads as follows: "A paper dedicated to the uneducated, that its circulation may be the broadest in the Bay State. Run by some people, for all people, to do all the people. Quack advertisements solicited. Give us patronage."

The name of the "firm" appears at the bottom, a combination of the two names, which might serve as the cable code: "Berghammond, Inc." There is only one criticism that the barracks censor has made, and perhaps that is a good deal overdone. But the barracks censor immediately asked why the author did not combine the two names to produce the word "Hamberg." Doubtless that shows bad taste on the part of the barracks censor, which may cause him to lose his job in the Army.


"Revelmess" New Bugle Call Invented Here


Bugler Louis Silverman, of the 15th Co., has invented a brand new bugle call, "Revelmess,"  which he is planning a present to the War Department for use in the next edition of the Infantry Drill Regulations.

This remarkably simple and beautiful new call is a combination of reveille and mass call intended to be the first call of the day and sounded when the mess sergeant is ready to serve breakfast. Silverman can play it so melodiously and mellifluously that it brings tears to the eyes.

It improves the tone somewhat, Silverman found, if one holds the mess kit under one's right arm and hangs the cup from the bugle while playing it.

Silverman is a shark on history, by the way, and can tell you offhand the date when Afghanistan's first dynasty died by poison or any other little item of history you might be interested in. He once digested a history of the world in twenty volumes.


No O.D.'s, So John's Furlough Was Long Time In Coming


Cook John Trepanni or, to be familiar, "Tubby" has shed his white ducks.

Which may mean little to the average Uponite, but to John it means his first furlough in the year or so of service here. As many cooks come to be, John has girth, of body and disposition. His gross tonnage is large, and it takes more than one yard of cloth to clothe him, so that he'll pass the New York board of censorship. When John came here he had a reg'lar O.D. suit, like the rest of them. But much sampling of his own soup and meat, and the genial companionship at the Cooks' and Bakers' School have widened him considerably. He was long ago forced to discard the one uniform and his dress for months  has per force been the immaculate white ducks of his profession. But although he was enjoying himself here John occasionally felt the lure homewards and honed to go off on furlough. It was all right with the Hi'rupps- you know, the loots 'n them- but not with John's wardrobe.

In short, he hadn't a stitch between himself and the Long Island ticket agent.

John became morose and melancholy under the confinement until finally Captain Schaefer, of the Dental Corps- John cooks for 'em- took a hand. Several tailors were let into the secret and something under a linear mile of cloth.

John left camp on the 10:10 and he won't return to the white ducks until the furlough's good-and-up.




"How'd yuh like your Trip to New York?" asked one convalescent of another.

"Pretty good. But, boy, when I got in the subway at Forty-Second Street, I was wishin' I was back in Jerry's trenches."




Happy was the hour of the armistice for the Germans, confronted at every turn of battle by some new evidence of baffling Yankee ingenuity. How American engineers "put one over" on the Teton mind, with the aid of some cast iron piping, best illustrates the manner in which our noble Yanks played havoc with that elusive element-German morale.

At Port Arthur the Japanese blew up the Russian wire barriers with explosives fastened on the end of bamboo poles, lashed together and shoved beneath the entanglements at night. Here's a description of how we did it:

Our engineers simply connected up long sections of iron pipe, and charged the forward units with considerable quantities of high explosives. Then, as length by length was added, the piping was aboved across No Man's Land until beneath the Teuton wire entanglements. A portable magneto was cranked, a putton was pushed, and a blast followed that cleared a path for our raiding expedition. The Germans were taken by surprise; and none of our troops were jeopardized by being halted to do the usual wire-cutting work.

Had the war lasted longer then Germans no doubt would have found an effective foil, possibly in the form of logs or some similar barrier. But they would have found our engineers ready to retaliate. Instead of pushing pipe over the ground they would have driven them through it. This forcing of piping, silently and invisibly, through the earth could have been accomplished by using a very effective American tool called a pipe-forcing jack.

The jack is nothing but an iron cage which travels on a steel rack with the aid of teeth. Turn a handle and the cage moves forward.


Lively Fighting In Opener Of Camp Fistic Tourney


Seven bouts and six-round fight marked the opening of the tournament for the camp boxing championship at the "Y" Auditorium. It was one of the liveliest and most interesting programs yet staged in an Upton ring, and the house was jammed to the doors.

Col. Latrobe and Lieut. Col. Abbott occupied ringside seats and there were many officers on the stage and in the auditorium. It seemed as if all Camp Upton were present. Even the fair sex was represented by two ladies, who sat among the officers and seemed entertained by the exhibition. There were no screams from them when the boxers drew blood.

The big match of the evening was between Kid Britton, of Montreal , and Sailor Joe Miller, of the U.S.S. New Mexico, at the 128 pounds for a purse of $50. They went six rounds for a draw. Britton was able to force the fighting at most points; it looked like a knockout for the sailor lad several times. In the last rounds, however, Miller came back gamely and stood Britton off, although he never really put the other man in any danger. In fact, Britton let the sailor slam him on the jaw several times.

The first round started in lively fashion, both men a bit wild. Miller put over two stiff lefts in succession, and then a few seconds later two rights, neither of which even jarred the tough Cannuck. The second saw the sailor somewhat shaky. He went to his knees for a couple of counts, and a few seconds later went down again, finally he hit the floor, for four counts. Britton displayed a straight jab into which he threw the whole weight of his body and it seemed to bother the sailor, who nevertheless stuck the round out, fighting gamely. The third was uneventful and in the fourth Britton was feeling so chipper that he let Miller slam him on the jaw several times, just to show that it didn't hurt a bit. In the fifth Britton started after a knockout, not paying much attention to defending himself, but continually measuring his distance for a sleep producing wallop. The sailor was being punished badly, but he came up gamely as ever in the sixth. He stopped Britton once with a jolt that sent him bouncing back across the ring, and although he was badly punished and covered with blood, he held his own throughout the round. At the whistle's blast, Ted (Kid) Lewis, the referee, held up the arms of both men.

The most interesting of the championship preliminaries was the go between Rosenbloom, of Utilities, and Kords, of the Military Police, who volunteered from among the audience to take the place of Greenbury, Co. B. 42nd Infantry. Korda was greeted with "Kill the M.P." and similar jocularities, but he turned out to be a real treat. What he didn't know about boxing would fill a book, but he was the most willing slugger that ever entered a ring.

Rosenbloom sent Korda to his knees in the first few seconds, but after that nothing seemed to jar him. The men simply stood up and walloped each other, blow for blow, and the audience roared its approval. It was necessary to fight a fourth round to decide the matter and then Rosenbloom's boxing ability won him the decision. The men fought in the 145-pound class.

Birnbaum, of the Orthopedic Detachment, and Ruocco, of Co. G, 42nd Inf., 145-pound class, put up a clever bout. Birnbaum proved to be a fast man with stiff-arm jabs that shot out like lightning. Ruocco, built on slower and heavier lines, drove home some tremendous wallops. Birnbaum won the decision. Ruocco then tried to make a speech to the corwd explaining his defeat, but nobody would listen to him.

Another well-fought affair was between Pilkington, of the Camp Medical Detachment, and Mallan, of the Medical Supply Department, in 160-pound class. It began slowly, but in the second round Mallan nearly floored Pilkington with a right-hand swing to the jaw. The third round was lively and Mallan continued to show superiority which won for him the decision.

O'Toole, of the 6th Co., defeated Feerick, of Co. F, 42nd Inf. It was Feerick's first fight and he was so outclassed that the bout was stopped, as was the case when Scarpaci, of Co. F, 42nd Inf., was given the decision over Montano, of Co. L, 42nf Inf., after a few seconds.

Mosher, of Co. L, 42nd Inf., defeated Cahill, if Co. G, 42nd Inf. Bell, of Utilities, won over Henderson, of Co. I, of 42nf Inf., in the 125-pound class. Eaton, Utilities, won from O'Brien, Medical Detachment, by default.

Lewis was the referee and Mike Ryan the timekeeper. Capt. Booth, the War Department Athletic Director; Athletic Director C.B. Phetteplace, of the Y.M.C.A., and Director W.F. Kraetzer were present.


Visitors' House Has "Fireside Nights"


"Fireside Nights" are being held every Monday evening at the Catholic Visitors' House. Delightful little programs are arranged for these affairs by Mrs. Thayer, the director, who is known far and wide about the camp for her charming cordiality as hostess.

Last week Miss Collins, one of Mrs. Thayer's assistants, read and recited. Pvt. Franklin Feeney, of Co. A, 42nd Infantry, a New York concert singer, entertained with a program of songs. Several boys from the old 69th Regiment of New York told stories of their adventure around the roaring wood fire in the fireplace at one end of the reception hall. Refreshments-pop corn, cider, and cigarettes were passed around.

The Visitors' House is also entertaining ten wounded men from the Base Hospital every day. They are given luncheon and reclining steamer chairs are provided for their comfort. Their hostesses play checkers and dominoes with them and read and furnish music for them. One Thursday recently sixteen overseas men were entertained at dinner and fifty-two were guests for the evening.




"Your Uncle Dudley" is putting the sun and moon to shame again, furnishing light and cheer for the camp. The camp song director, Eric Dudley, after a couple of weeks' absence, at a song leaders' conference in St. Louis and a sojourn at this home in Ithaca, is again treading the platform and coaxing melody from local soldiers. At one of his big sings recently some overseas men came up to him and said they were glad to see him again and hoped he would have lots of singing while they were in camp. They first sang under uncle Dud'd direction last summer and have been to France and back again since.

Mr. Dudley has already begun work drilling a song leaders' class. A recent memorandum explains the idea: "Company and independent unit commanders will designate two men of their respective organizations for training as company song leaders. These song leaders will report to Mr. Dudley , camp song leader, at the Y.M.C.A. Auditorium, Upton Boulevard, at 1:15 P.M., each Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday for one hour's instruction. The men should be selected more on account of their popularity and pep than their purely musical ability."


Unknowns Beat 42nd Tossers


Y Hut 37 staged a good basketball go recently, with the following line-ups: 42nd Infantry- Hocker and Purdy, forwards; Rogers and Carbona, guards; Martin and Goodnow, center; score, 13.

Unknowns-Rittenberg and Marks, forwards; Coyne and Carrol, guards; Hornstein, center. Score, 14. Referee, Phettiplace. Scorer, Bischoff.


Tolman, Who Built Up Library, Leaves Camp


Frank L. Tolman, Camp Librarian at Camp Upton for the past fourteen months, returned to his position as head of the Reference Department of the New York State Library at Albany, N.Y., on January 8. During his service here as American Library Association representative he has built up one of the finest reference libraries to be found in any military center, and his unique experience and exceptional ability in the reference library field have made him invaluable in the informational service of the Camp.

Mr. Tolman is succeeded by John Boynton Kaiser, Librarian of the Public Library, Tacoma, Wash., and President of the Washington State Library advisory Board.




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