Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 26, Number 52, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 27 August 1918 — Page 7

“OVER THE TOP” By An American Arthur Guy Empey SoldierWhoWent Machine Gunner, Serving in France Copyright MIT, by Arthur Ony Empey

EMPEY GIVES A DESCRIPTION OF THE WORK ON OBSERVATION POST DUTY. Synopsis.—Fired by the sinking of the Lusitania, with the loss of American lives, Arthur Guy Empey, an American living In Jersey City, goes to England and enlists as a private In the British army. After a short experience as a recruiting officer In London, he Is sent to training quarters In France, where he first hears the sound of big guns and makes the acquaintance of “cooties.” After n brief period of training E.rfpey’s company Is sent into the front-line trenches, where he takes his first turn on the fire step while the bullets whiz overhead. Enfpey learns, ns comrade falls, that death lurks always In the trenches. Chaplain distinguishes himself by rescuing wounded men under hot fire. With pick and shovel Empey has experience as a trench digger In No Man’s Land. Exciting experience on listening post detail.

CHAPTER XVl—Continued. —ll— came oar with the first expeditionary force, and, like all the rest, thought we would have the enemy llcfced in Jig time, and be able to eat Christmas dinner at home. Well, so far, X hnve eaten two Christmas dinners In the trenches, and am liable to eat two more, the way things are pointing. That Is, If Fritz don’t drop a ‘whizz-bang’ on me, and send me to Blighty. Sometimes I wish X would get hit, because It’s no great picnic out here, and twenty-two months of It makes you fed up. “It’s fairly cushy now compared to what It used to be, although I admit this trench Is a trifle rough. Now. we send over five shells to their one. We are getting our own back, but In the early days it was different. Then you hnd to take everything without reply. In fact, we would get twenty shells In return for every one we sent over. Fritz seemed to enjoy It, but we British didn’t; we were the sufferers. Just one casualty after another. Sometimes whole platoons would disappear, especially when a ■Jack Johnson’ plunked into their middle. It got so bad that a fellow, when writing home, wouldn't ask for any cigarettes to be sent out, because he was afraid h# wouldn't bp there to receive them. "After the drive to Paris was turned back, trench warfare started. Our general grabbed a mnp, drew a pencil across It, and said, ‘Dig here.' Then he went back to his ten, and Tommy armed himself with a pick and shovel and started digging. He’s been digging ever since. "Os course we dug those trenches at night, but It was hot work, what with the rifle and machine-gun (ire. The stretcher bearers worked harder than the diggers. "Those trenches, bloomin’ ditches, I call them, were nightmares. They were only about five feet deep, and ypu used to get the backache from bending down. It wasn’t exnctly safe to stand upright, either, because as soon as your napper showed over the top a bullet would bounce off it, or else come so close it would make your hair stand. "We used to fill sandbags and stick them on top of the parapet to make it higher, but no use; they would be there about an hour and then Fritz would turn loose and blow them to bits. My neck used to be sore from ducking shells and bullets. “Where my battery was stationed n hasty trench had been dug, which the boys nicknamed ‘Suicide ditch,' and, believe me, Yank, this was the original ‘Suicide ditch.’ All the others are iinitatlo “When fellow went into that trene’: it -as an even gamble that he wo’- ■ ae out on a stretcher. At one t! ' . Scotch battalion held It, and ,i they heard the betting was even ,oney that they’d come out on stretchers, they grabbed all the bets in sight. Like a lot of bally idiots, several of the battery men fell for their game, and put up real money. The ‘Jocks’ suffered a lot of casualties, and the prospects looked bright for the battery men to collect some easy money. So when the battalion was relieved the gamblers lined up. Several ‘Jocks’ got their money for emerging safely, but the ones who clicked It weren’t there to pay. The artillerymen had never thought It out that way. Those Scotties were bound to be sure winners, no matter how the wind blew. So take a tip front me, never bet with a Scottle, ’cause you’ll lose money. “At one part of our trench where

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a communication trench Joined the front line n Tommy had stuck up a wooden signpost with three hands or arms on it. One of the hands, pointing to the German lines, read. To Berlin;’ the one pointing down the communication trench vad, To Blighty,’ while the other ‘Suicide Ditch, Change Here fee Stretchers.’ “Farther 'town from this guide post the trench ran through an old orchard. On the edge of this orchard our battery had constructed an advanced observation post. The trees -creened It ft cm the enemy airmen and the roof was turfed. It wasn’t easily like ours, no timber or concrete re-enforcements. Just walls of sandbngs. From it a splendid view of the German lines could be obtained. This post wasn’t exactly safe. It was ' a hot corner, shells plunking all around, and the bullets cutting leaves off the trees. Many a time when relieving the signaler at the ’phone, I hnd to crawl on my belly like a worm to keep from being hit. “It was an observation post sure enough. That’s all the use It was. Just observe all day. but never a message back for our battery to open up, You see, at this point of the line there were strict orders not to fire a shell, unless specially ordered to do so from brigade headquarters. Blime me, if anyone disobeyed that command, our general—yes, it was Old Pepper—would have court-martlaleij the whole expeditionary force. Nobody went out of their way to disobey Old Pepper In those days, because he couldn't be culled n parson; he was more like a pirate. If at any time the devil should feel lonely sigh for a proper mate, Old Pepper would get the first call. Facing the Germans wasn’t half bad compared with an Interview with that old firebrand. “If a company or battalion should give way a few yards against a superior force of Bodies, Old Pepper, would send for the commanding officer. In about half an hour the officer would come back with his face the color of a brick, and in a few hours what was left of his command would be holding their original position. “I have seen an officer who wouldn’t say and n for a thousand quid spend five minutes with the old boy, and when be returned the flow of language from his lips would make a navvy blush for shame. “What I am goiug to tell you is how two of us put tt over on the old scamp, and got away with It. It was a risky thing, too, because Old Pepper wouldn't have bedn exactly mild with us if lie hnd got next to the game. “Me and my mate, a lad named Harry Cassell, a bombardier in D 238 battery. or lance corporal, as you call it in the Infantry, used, to relieve flutelephonists. We would do two hours on and four off. I on only in the advanced observation perl, while he would be at the other end of the wire in the battery dugout signaling station. We were supposed to ssnd 'hrough orders for the battery to firewhen ordered to do so by the observation officer In the advanced post. But very few messages were sent. It was only in case of an actual attack that we would get a chance to earn our ‘two and six' a day. You see. Old Pepper had issued orders net to fire except when the orders came from him. And with Old Pepper orders Is orders, and made to obey. “The Germans must have known about these orders, for even In the day their* transports and troops used to expose themselves as If they were on parade. This sure got up our nose, sitting there (jay after day, with fine

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targets in front of us''hut unable to send over a shell. We heartily cussed Old Pepper,, his orders, the government. the people at home, and everything in general. But the Boches didn’t mind cussing, and got very careless. Blime me, they were bally Insulting. Used to, when using a certain road, throw their caps into the air a a taunt at our helplessness. “Cassell had been a telegrapher in civil life and Joined up when war was declared. As for me, I knew Morse, learned It at the signalers’ school back in 1910. With an officer in the observation post, we could not carry on the kind of conversation that’s usual between two mntes, so we used the Morse code. To send, one of us would tap the transmitter with his finger nails, and the one on the other end would get It through the receiver. Many an hour was whiled away In this manner passing compliments back and forth. "In the observation post -the officer used to sit for hours with a powerful pair of field glasses to his eyes. Through a cleverly concealed loophole he would scan the ground behind the German trenches, looking for targets and finding many. This officer, Captain A by name, had a habit of talking out loud to himself. Sometimes he would vent his opinion, same as a common private does when he’s wrought up. Once upon a time the captain had been on Old Pepper's staff, so he could cuss nnd blind In the most approved style. Got to be sort of a habit with him. "About six thousand yards from us, behind the German lines, was n road in plain view of our post. For the last three days Fritz had brought companies of troops down this road In broad daylight. They were never shelled. Whenever this happened the captain woulfi froth at the mouth and let out a volume of Old Pepper’s religion which used to make me love him. “Every battery has a range chart on which distinctive landmarks are noted, with the range for each.’ These landmarks are cnlled targets, nnd are numbered. On our battery’s chart, that, road was cnlled ‘Target 17, Range 6000, 3 degrees 30 minutes left.’ D 238 battery consisted of four ‘4.5’ howitzers, and fired a 35-pound H. E. shell. As you know, H. E. means ‘high explosive.’ 1 don’t like bumming up my own bnttery, but we had A record In the division for direct hits, and our boys were just pining away for a chance to exhibit their skill in the eyes of Fritz. “On the urternoon of the fourth day of Fritz’ contemptuous use of the road mentioned the captain nnd I were at our posts as usual. Fritz was strafeIng us pretty rough. Just like he’s doing now. The shells were playing leapfrog all through that orchard. . “I was carrying on a conversation in our ‘tap’ code with Cassell at the other end. It ran something like this: “‘Say, Cassell, how would you like to be In the saloon bar of the King’s Arms down Rye lane with a bottle of Bass In front of you, nnd that blonde barmaid waiting to fill ’em up again?’

The next Installment relates how two artillerymen "put one over" on Old Pepped.

(TO BE CONTINUED.) VAPOR BATHS IN LAPLAND Writer’s Strenuous Experience of Cleansing Process Finishes With Being Bastinadoed. In Wide World Frank Hedges Butler describes a vapor bath In' the land of the'Lapps. He says: The bathhouse is a small wooden structure generally situated some way from the dwelling house. It Is divided into two compartments, one to undress in, while the other contains the oven which produces the steam. The oven is arched with large stones or pebbles, and heated by a fire placed beneath. Undressing in the first room, one enters the heated compartment. After a short rest on a wooden form or bench, which contains'a place for the head, the attendants come In and hathe you. Cold water Is thrown over the stones and the hissing vapor soon sends up a cloud of steam. The higher you sit from the floor the greater the heat. Aa more water is thrown over the red-hot stones the vapor becomes so intense that one can hardly breathe. We were soon gasping for breath and covered with a profuse perspiration which Issued from every pore of ,the skin. Hanging up In the room were tender branches or twigs In a green state and retaining their leaves. Dipping these in water, the attendant began lashing and whipping me across the legs, shoulders, loins and back, till my body seemed quite red with the switching. The bastinadoing over, I was then washed with a soft' flannel covered with soap, after which a jug of the coldest water was thrown over my head and body. Use for Clothespins. • Clothespins make an excellent plaything for bablesy They can be used for babies or soldiers, or to raakq fences, trees, log bouses and many other Interesting things. Playthings that can .be taken apart and put together again are good to have; also blocks with which the child can build all kinds of objects —engines that he can push along the floor, balls to bounce nnd throw, doll carriages, washing sets, etc. Dolls with clothes that button and unbutton and come oft may be used to teact) the children how to dress and undress themselves. Electrical’ apparatus for analyzing and registering the quality of furnace gases has been Invented in France.-

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TWO ARTILLERYMEN “PUT ONE OVER” ON OLD PEPPER, REGIMENTAL COMMANDER.

Synopsis. —Fired by the sinking of the Lusitania, with the loss of American lives, Arthur Guy Empey, an American living In Jersey City, goes to England and enlists os a private In the British army. After a short experience as a recruiting officer in London, he Is' sent to training quarters in France, where he first hears the sound of big guus and makes the acquaintance of "cooties.’’ After a brief period of training Empey’s company is sent Into the front-line trenches, where he takes his first turn on the fire step while the bullets whiz overhead. Empey learns, as comrade falls, that death lurks always In the trenches. Chaplain distinguishes himself by rescuing wounded men under hot fire. With pick and shovel Empey has experience as a trench digger In No Man’s Land. Exciting experience on listening post detail. Exciting work on observation post duty.

CHAPTER XVl—Continued. —l2 “Cassell had a fancy for that particular blonde. The answer enme back in the shape of a volley of cusses. I changed the subject. / “After a while our talk veered round to the way the Boches had been exposing themselves on the road down on the chart as Target 17. What he said about those Boches would never have passed the reichstag, though I believe it would have gone through our censor easily enough. “The bursting shells were making such a din that I packed up talking and took to watching the captain. He was fidgeting around on an old sandbag with the glass to his eye. Occasionally he would let out a grunt, and make some remark I couldn’t hear on account of the noise, but I guessed what It was all right. Fritz was getting fresh again on that road. “Cassell had been sending in the ‘tap code’ to me, but I was fed up and didn’t bother with it. Then he sent O. S„ and 1 was all attention, for this wns a call used between us which meant that something important was on. I wns nil cars In an instant. Then Cassell turned loose. • “ ‘You blankety blank dud, I have been trying to raise you for fifteen minutes. What’s the matter, are you asleep?' (Just asMf anyone could have slept in that infernal racket!) ‘Never mind framing a nasty answer. Just listen.’

“ 'Are you game for putting something over on the Boches and Old Pepper all in one?’ “I answered that I was game enough when It came to putting it over the Boches, but confessed that I had a weakening of the spine, even at the mention of Old Pepper’s name. “He came back with, ‘lt’s so absurdly easy and simple, that there is no chance of the old heathen rumbling It. Anyway, If we're caught, I’ll take the blame.’ "Under these condition I told him to spit out his scheme. It was so daring and simple that it took my breath away. This is what he proposed: "If the Boches should use that road again, to send by the tap system the target and range. I had previously told him about our cap tail) talking out loud as if he were sending through orders. Well, if this happened, I was to send the dope to Cassell and he would transmit It to the battery commander as officially coming through the observation post. Then the battery would open up. Afterwards, during the investigation, Cassell would swear he received It direct They would have to relieve him, because it was impossible from his post In the battery dugout to know that the road was being used at that, time by the Germans. And also It was impossible for him to give the target range and degrees. You know a battery chart is not passed around among the men like a newspaper from Blighty. From him the Investigation would go to the observation post, and the observing officer could truthfully swear that I had not sent the message by ’phone, and that no orders to fire had been issued by him. The investigators would then be up in the air, we would be safe, the Boches would receive a good bashing, and we would get our own back on Old Pepper. It was too good to be true. I gleefully fell In with the scheme, and told Cassell I was his meat. “Then I waited with beating heart ind watched the captain like a hawk. "He was beginning to fidget again and was drumming on the sandbags with his feet. At last, turning to me, he said: _i “‘Wilson, this army is a blankety* blank washout. What’s the use of having artillery if It is not allowed to fire? The government at home ought to be hanged with some of their red tape. It’s through them that we have no shells.’ “I answered, ‘Yes, sir,’ and started sending this opinion over the wire to Cassell, but the captain Interrupted me with: “ ‘Keep those Infernal fingers still. What’s the matter, getting the nerves? When I’m talking to you, pay attention.’ “My heart sank. Supposing, he had rumbled that tapping, then all would be up with our plan. I stopped drumming with my fingprs and said: “ 'Beg your pardon, sir, just a habit with me.' “ ‘And ad and silly one, too,’ he answered, turning to his glasses again, and I knew I was safe,,. He had not tumbled to the meaning of that tapping. “AH at once, without" turning round, he exclaimed: "‘Wall, of all the nerve I’ve ever run

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across, this takes the cake. Those Boches are using that road again. Blind my eyes, this time it Js a whole brigade of them, transports and all. What a pretty target for our ‘4.5V The beggars know that we won't fire. Ad and shame, I call It. Oh, Just for a chance to' turn D 238 loose on them.’ “I was trembling with excitement. From repeated stolen glances at the captain’s range chart, that road with Its range was burned Into my mind. “Over the wire I tapped, ‘D 238 battery, Target 17, Range 6000, 3 degrees 30 minutes, left, salvo, fire.’ Cassell O. IC.’d my message, and with the receiver pressed against my ear, I waited and listened. In a couple of minutes very faintly over the Wire came the voice of our battery commander Issuing the order: 'D 238 battery. Salvo 1 Fire 1’ “Then a roar throngh the receiver as the four guns belched forth, a screaming and whistling overhead, and the shells were on their way. “The captain jumped ns If he were shot, and let out a great big expressive and n, and eagerly turned his glasses In the direction of the German road. I also strained my eyes watching that target. Four black clouds of dust rose up right in the middle of the German column. Four direct hits —another recorder D 238. “The shells kept on whistling-over-head, nnd I had counted twenty-four of them when the firing suddenly censed. When the smoke nnd dust clouds lifted the destruction on that road was awful. Overturned limbers and guns, wagons cmashed up, troops fleeing In all directions. The road nnd roadside were spotted all over with little field gray dots, the toll of our guns. “The captain. In his excitement, had slipped off the sandbag, and was on his knees In the mud, the glass still at his eye. He was muttering to himself and slapping his thigh with his disengaged hand. At every slap a big round Juicy cuss word would escape from bis lips followed by : “‘Good! Fine! Marvelous! Pretty Work I Direct hits all.’ “Then he turned to me and shouted: ‘“Wilson, what do you think of it? Did you ever see the like of it in your life? D n fine work, I call it.’ “Pretty soon a look of wonder stole over his face and he exclaimed : “‘But who in h—l gave them the order to fire. Range and everything correct, too. I knoW I didn’t. Wilson, did I give you any order for the battery to open up? Os course I didn’t, did I?’ “I answered very emphatically, ‘No, sir, you gave no commnnd. Nothing went through this post. I am absolutely certain on that point, sir.' “ ‘Of course nothing went through,’ he replied. Then his face fell, and he muttered out loud; w

“ ‘But, by Jove, wait till Old Pepper gets wind of this. There’ll be fur flying.’ * Just then Bombardier Cassell cut In on the wire: “‘General’s compliments to Captain A- 2 - —. He directs that officer and signaler report at the double to brigade headquarters as soon as relieved. Belief now on the way.’ “In an undertone to me, ‘Keep a brass front, Wilson, and for God’s sake, stick.’ I answered with, 'Rely on me, mate,’ but I was trembling all over. “I gave the general's message to the captain, and started packing up. “The relief arrived, and aa we left the post the captain said: “ ‘Now for the fireworks, apd I know they’ll be good and plenty.’ They were. “When we arrived at the gun pits the battery commander, the sergeant major and Cassell were waiting for ns. We fell In line and the funeral march to brigade headquarters started. “Arriving at headquarters the battery commander was the first to be Interviewed. This was behind closed doors. From the roaring and explosions of Old Pepper It sounded as If raw meat was being thrown to the lions. Cassell, later, described it as sounding like a bombing raid. In about - two minutes -the officer reappeared. The sweat was pouring from his forehead, and his face was the color of a beet. He was speechless. As he passed the captain he jerked his thumb in the direction of the lion’s den and went out. Then the captain went In, and the lions were once again fed. The captain stayed about twenty minutes and came out. I couldn't see his face, but the droop in bis shoulders was enough. He looked like a wet hen. “The door of the general's room opened and Old Pepper stood In the doorway. With a roar he shouted:--

” ’Which one of yon la Casaefli D n me, get your heels together when I speak 1 Come In here 1' “Oassell started to say, ’Yes sir.’ “But Old Pepper roared. ’Shut up!’ “Cassell came ont In five minutes. He said nothing, but as be passed me he put his tongue Into bis cheek and winked, then, turning to the closed door, he stuck his thumb to hts nose and left. “Then the sergeant mnjor's turn came. He didn't come out our way. Jttdglng by the roaring, Old Pepper must have eaten him. “When the door opened and the general beckoned to me, my knees started to play ‘Home, Sweet Home' against each other. “My Interview was very short. “Old Pepper glared at me when I entered, and then let loose. “ *Of course you don't know anything about it. You’re Just like the rest Ought to have a nursing bottle around your neck nnd a nipple In your teeth. Soldiers —by gad, you -turn my stomach to look at you. Win this war, when England sends out such samples as I have In my brigade! Not likely 1 Now, sir, tell rad what you don't know about this affair. Speak up, out with It. Don’t be gaping at me like a fish. Spit it out.’ “I stammered, ‘Sir, I know absolute; Iy nothing.’ “ ‘That's easy to see,' he roared; ‘that stupid face tells me that. Shut up. Get out; but I think you are a and and liar Just the same. Back to your battery.’ “I saluted and made my exit. ‘That night the captain sent for us. With fear and trembling we went to his dugout. Ho was alone. After saluting we stood at attention In front of him and waited. His say was short. “ ‘Don’t you two ever get It Into your heads that Blorse is a dead language. I’ve known tt for years. The two of you had better get rid of that nervous habit of tapping transmitters; It’s dangerous. That’s all.’ “We saluted, nnd were just going out the door of the dugout when the captain called up back and said: “‘Smoke Goldflakes? Yes? Well, there are two tins of them on my table. Go back to the battery, and keep your tongues between your teeth. Understand?’ “We understood. “For five weeks afterward? ogr battery did nothing but ex;ra fatigues. We were satisfied and so were 'the men. It was worth tt to put one over bn Old Pepper, to say nothing of the Injury caused to Fritz’ feelings.” When Wilson hnd finished his story I looked up and the dugout was Jammed. An nrtillery captain and two officers had also entered and stayed for the finish. Wilson spat out an enormous quid of tobacco, looked up, saw the captain, pnd got as red as a carnation. The captain smiled and left. Wilson whispered to me: “Blime me, Yank, I see where I click for crucifixion. That captntn Is the Same one that chucked us Goldflakes In his dugout and here I hnve been ‘chucking me weight about in his hearing.’ ” Wilson never clicked his crucifixion.

1 ■ 1 m Empey tells of a narrow escape in the next Installment. n ■ ■ ■ lit I 1.l li ii —4 (TO BE CONTINUED.) JOKE ON SCHOOL VISITOR Fortunately Hamilton Mabie Was Well Able to Appreciate Unconscious Humor of the Children. The late Hamilton W. Mabie, the well-known American essayist, was one of those genial men who enjoyed a joke on themselves. Illustrating this phase of Mr. Mabie’s character, it Is told that when he was a student Mr. Mabie made an address in which he told this, story: He had visited a school in Philadelphia ip which there was a dally firedrill. The teacher regularly asked the students, “Children, what would you do If gre were ts^ 1 break out in this building?” The children all repeated in chorus, “We" would rise In our places, step Into the aisle, and march quietly out of the building.” On the morning when Mr. Mabie visited the school, while be \tas sitting quietly on the platform, the teacher stepped before the pupils and said, “Children, what would you say if I were to tell you that Mr. Mabie Is to speak to you this morning?” The children promptly replied In chorus, “We would rise In our places, step Into the aisle, and march quietly out of the building.” “Land of Lanterns.” Among jthe Chinese there has existed for ages a passion for fireworks and lanterns. In every city, at every port and on every river and canal, as soon as night comes on, the lanterns make their appearance. They are hung out at the door'of every dwelling; they swing as pendants to the angles of the pagoda; they form the fiery crown of every shop front; they cluster round the houses of the rich and light np the hovels of the poor; they are borne with the carriage of the traveler, and they swing from the yards and masts of his vessel. They Sure Would. Homer V. Winn was talking before the Indianapolis Advertisers' club about salesmanship, recently, and commented on the fact that salespeople were too often unnatural. “Even the merchant himself Is often unnatural,” the speaker said. “He does not act in his store as he does at home.” "And If some of them did,” commented one of the women members of the club, "they’d drive their Inst customer aiyay.” - First Springs Used on Railways. The first record of the use of springs on railways Is George Stephenson’s patent of September, 1816. The first locomotive with steel springs was the Agenoria, built by Foster and Rastrlck In 1820, and now In South Kensington museum, London. This had laminated springs on the leading wheels. Hide Picture Wires. Never, If you can help It, hang pictures so that the wires will show, apd do let the pictures hang against the wall as If they ware really and truly decoration.

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