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Three Hundred and Thirty-first 

Field Artillery 

U. S. A. 

Copyright 1919 

by Waldo M. Allen 

for the 331st Field Artillery 



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To Our Colonel 

William McK. Lambdin 

This Book Is Dedicated 

F|B 24 1920 


Colonel William McK. Lambdin 

Born Jan. I, 1870, at Bryan, Tex. Educated in private and public schools, Waco, Tex. Was a 
commission broker at Corsicana, Tex., when war declared against Spain. Joined Co. "F" 2nd Tex. 
Inf. I". S. Volunteers, of which organization was Captain, and was mustered into service May 12, 1898. 
Mustered out Nov. 9, 1898. App't'd. Capt. 40th Inf. U. S. Vol. Aug. 17, 1899. Recruited and organ- 
ized Co. "C" and served with it through Philippine campaign. Mustered out June 24, 1901. App't'd . 
1st Lieut. Artillery Corps, Regular Army, Sept. 23, 1901. Graduate Art. School, Ft. Monroe, Va., 1906. 
Promoted Capt. Jan. 25, 1907, and assigned to Field Artillery. Organized and commanded Btry. "E" 
4th F. A. (Mountain), fulv 1907 until Mav 1912, serving at Fts. Sheridan and D. A. Russell. Graduate 
School of Fire for F. A. Ft. Sill, Okla., 1912. Detailed in Q. M. Dep't. May 1912, and assigned as 
Ass't Commandant Remount Depot, El Reno, Okla. Trans, to Pay Dep't. July 1912, and assigned 
as Ass't. to Chief Paymaster, Dep't. of the East. Assigned as District Quartermaster, Southern Coast 
Art. Dist. of N. V., 'with station at Ft. Hamilton. Assigned to Btry. "D" 6th F.A., Nogales, Ariz., 
Aug. 1915. Assigned to Btrv. "D" 4th F. A. Feb. 1, 1916, and went to Panama with that org. Pro- 
moted Major and assigned to 8th F. A., El Paso, Tex., Aug. 1916. In command of the 8th F. A., 
Sparta, Wis., May 1917. Promoted Lieut. Col. 8th F. A. May 1 5, 1917. Promoted Colonel F. A. X. A. 
Aue. 5, 1917. Reported Camp Grant, 111., Aug. 29, 1917, and assigned to 331st F. A. 

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Thoughts of history to the members of the 331st Field Artillery had been as 
remote during the weeks of intensive training in France as home itself. Not 
until a week after the armistice, when training ceased and orders came to prepare 
to move westward, did anyone pause to consider that after all the regiment as a 
unit would not continue to exist indefinitely. The realization of this truth, how- 
ever, did at that time occur to certain members of certain batteries; and with 
the prospect of more than a year's record of novel experience, serious work and 
varied pleasure passing into the ever melting haze of memory, these few deter- 
mined to record as best they could the past events of their respective organizations. 
Thus, independently, in the evening hours, while the regiment haltingly moved 
from Le Courneau to Camp Genicart, was work to a large degree for some organ- 
izations, but to a small degree for the regiment as a whole, accomplished. 

Not until a week before the regiment actually entrained for Marseilles, when 
orders to move were expected at any moment, was the desirability and possibility 
of a regimental record discussed. Then it was realized that leisure hours in which 
writing could be done were numbered. Sentiment in favor of some form of per- 
manent record pervaded the regiment. The Adjutant accordingly assembled 
the organization commanders with a few other officers. At this meeting the 
preparation and arrangement of data was discussed and the method of organiz- 
ing the work decided upon. An officer from each organization was appointed 
to be responsible for the effort of his unit. 

Battery and company editors, historians, humorists and artists commenced 
at once upon work towards which they could turn their energies only after a hard 
day's labor in the mud and lumber of "Spike" Hcnnessy's "details".* 

Some headway had been gained when the order came to move to Marseilles. 
Historians could not work in box cars. On the "Duca D' Aosta," tables in the 
dining salon were cleared between meals for the authors and artists, but seas 
which on many days necessitated racks for the dishes were not conducive to a 
suitable frame of mind for these or any of the other men. The few days at Camp 
Merritt saw much accomplished; and more was done at Camp Grant. The task 
was completed after the return to civil life. 

One may readily see by glancing through this volume, that no attempt has 
been made to create an historical treatise of a serious nature. It is purely a work 
of the men, by the men, and for the men of the Three Hundred and Thirty-first. 
'Twould be well to have it branded with that single word, heard cried so many 
times abroad, — "Souvenir!" 

If, from the pages that follow, some pleasure is gained by the men, their rela- 
tives and friends, now or in days to come, the purpose of this book will have 
been achieved. 

* It was this labor, well done, which won from Col. Hennessy the statement that the men of the 
331st were the best and most willing workers that had been at Camp Genicart. His reward was to 
give the regiment the privilege of traveling home by way of southern France, Marseilles and Gibraltar. 

Among the organizations of the regiment the following men have contributed 
largely towards the accomplishment of this book: 

Battery A— Lieut. Merritt C. Bragdon, Cpl. Julius H. Zobel, Cpl. William 
R. McEssy, Cpl. Clarence A. Phillips, Sgt. Nicholas E. Maney, Cpl. Ernest N 
Wagley, Cpl. Edward C. Hildreth, Sgt. Wilmarth Ickes, Pvt. ist CI. John R. 
Trappe, Mech. Joe J. Liebhauser. 

Battery B— Lieut. Franklin H. Perkins Pvt. Milton Lewis, Cpl. Jens C. 
Nielsen, Sgt. Eugene S. Shadford, Cpl. Benjamin I. Scott. 

Battery C— Lieut. Walter Z. Lyon, Sgt. Carl W. Joslyn, Sgt. Ray W. Herzog, 
Sgt. William C. Savage, Cpl. Carl J. Mumm. 

Battery D— Lieut. Frederick S. Winston and committee as listed in the 
Battery "D" section. 

Battery E— Lieut. Frederick C. Foltz, Cpl. John M. Baker, Sgt. Albert I. 
Marsh, Pvt. i st CI. Roy H. Davis, Sgt. Homer F. Clark. Cpl. Walter H. Ritsher. 
Cpl. Eugene C. Lindsay. 

Battery F— Lieut. Robert T. Walker, Sgt. Albert M. Richardson,. Sgt. Joseph 
H. Niemer, Cpl. Roy T. Evans, Cpl. Julius Schlotthauer, Pvt. 1st CI. George U. 

Headquarters Co.— Lieut. Carl H. Bauer, Mus. 3rd CI. Charles A. Sughroe, 
Sgt. Charles H. White, Cpl. James H. Cartwright, Cpl. William R. Stokiey, 
Pvt. Russell T. Bender, Pvt. 1st CI. Harry W. Kahn, Lieut. George W. Miller, 
Capt. Raymond E. Robinson. 

Supply Co.— Lieut. John I. Pearce, Wagoner Vernon J. Kenney, Sgt. Philip 
J. Gazecki. 

Medical Detachment— Capt. Gerald R. Allaben. 

The majority of the Regimental History was written by Lieuts. Aaron Colnon 
and Merritt C. Bragdon; the articles on the "Advance Party," "Officer's Call," 
and "Officers Equitation," by Lieuts. Robert N. Golding. Frank S. Ramey 
and Edward Eisner respectively. Much additional Art Work has been done by 
Mus. 3rd CI. Charles A. Sughroe. 

To all the above named men and many others whose names are not included 

with them, the regiment is deeply indebted for the willing and unselfish sacrifice 

of time and effort which they have made that the memories of the 331st might 

lone endure. 

Waldo M. Allen 


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William McK. Lambdin . Colonel 
Commanding Regiment 

Glenn W. Tisdale . . Captain 

Regimental Adjutant 
Carl C. Vogel .... Major 
Medical Corps 

Winthrop Miller . . Captain 

Personnel Adjutant 

Jay M. Gleason 1st Lieutenant 



Alvin S. Perkins . Lieutenant Colonel 

Commanding ist Bn. 
Sylvester M Sherman, Jr. Captain 

Adjutant ist Bn. 

Gerald R. Allaben . . Captain 

Medical Corps 


Hugh L. Gaddis .... Major 

Commanding 2nd Bn. 
William B. Weston . Captain 

Adjutant 2nd Bn. 

David C. Farquhar . Captain 

Medical Corps 


Hubert E. Howard 
Merritt C. Bragdon 
Robert N. Golding 
Howard R. Copley 
Edward C. Weikman 


. ist Lieutenant 

ist Lieutenant 

2nd Lieutenant 

2nd Lieutenant 


Henry P. Isham Captain 

Frederick S. Winston ist Lieutenant 
Leonard H. Whitney ist Lieutenant 
Douglas P. Wells . ist Lieutenant 
Theodore P. Swift . 2nd Lieutenant 


Earle F. Bliss . .Captain 

Howard E. Edmondson ist Lieutenant 
Aaron Colnon . . ist Lieutenant 
Franklin H. Perkins 2nd Lieutenant 
John C. Versnel 2nd Lieutenant 


Charles B. Stuart 
Waldo M. Allen . 
Frederick C. Foltz 
Carl D. Whitney 

Benjamin S. Lunt 

. ist Lieutenant 
. ist Lieutenant 
2nd Lieutenant 
2nd Lieutenant 


Harry F. Webster . . Captain 
Charles S. Craigmile ist Lieutenant 
John W. Samsey . ist Lieutenant 
Walter Z.Lyon 2nd Lieutenant 

James J. Gardner . 2nd Lieutenant 


Harold L. Myers . . .Captain 
Jerome B. Grigg ist Lieutenant 

Edward Eisner . ist Lieutenant 

Robert T.Walker . 2nd Lieutenant 
George A. Chandler 2nd Lieutenant 


the regiment 

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Raymond E. Robinso 
Stephen W. Collins . 
George W. Miller 
Wayne A. Baird 
John C. Hendee 
John B. Simmons 
Norman E. Sterling . 
Carl H. Bauer 
Leon W. Mitchell 
Bryant J. Brooks 
Richard G. Vincent . 
Warren Pease, Jr . 
Paul V. Swearincen 
Glenn M. Sooy 
John S. Adams 
Lucien Angelucci 
Delton A. Belant 
Bennie Bendetti 
Wade H. Dozier 
Earl M. Smith 

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Lie ute nan! 



Daniel Becker . . Captain 

Walter Radermacher ist Lieutenant 
John I. Pearce . . 2nd Lieutenant 
Frank S. Ramey . .2nd Lieutenant 
Cloyd S. Baldwin 2nd Lieutenant 


Stanley B. LaDue 
Harvey L. Man ess 

ist Li 

1st Li 

D. C. 


Charles E. Crowe 
Robert G. Moore 

ist Lieut. V. C. 
ist Lieut. V. C. 

William Laurier . 2nd Li 


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The dedarano.of », with Ge = on April 6, ,,,7, ™ »°^t= 

of our preparation for a long and arduous war tvenoeiore 

the War Department, foreseeing the imminent po sib. hty of e " r > ' nt ° e ^ " ^ 
conflict, had planned and, to a certain extent, provided foi he rais ing numng and 
equipping of a vast army. Moreover their knowledge o the m takes a nd 
obstacles' which had hindered France and Great Britain for he previou £«e 
vears our militiarv experts were enabled to judge with far greater certainty 
to the «teS and expeSiencj of measures which had been tried out by the Allies^ 
ks a consequence, the actual declaration of war was only the signal for putting 
"these plans into execution with the greatest speed possible. 

The regular army at the time numbered less than a hundred thousand The 

t v the War Department, was to institute sixteen Officers Training Camps in 

of instruction on May 15, IQI7- 

During this peiiod of training which ended on August 15th of the same year 
Congress 'definitely framed the law which provided for a new army to - -' 
at le'ast half a million men. and had set in motion the necessary ^.nery fo 
the selection of these men. Likewise, during tins same period, in sixteen sections 
of the country, construction had been commenced upon extensive cantonments 
each one of which was to tram a division. One of these cantonments-Camp 
Grant-wa located at Rockfoid, Illinois. Its men were tc be drawn from llinc, 
and southern Wisconsin; its officers, from the graduates of the Illinois section of 
the Fort Sheridan officer's training camp. 


On August 29 th the officers of the 33 i.t Regiment of Field Artdlery reported 
for duty at Camp Grant. The sight of that camp as they saw t on tha hot 
-—liner's dav is one thev shall long remember. Hundreds of acres of farm land, 

turned over in the early summer to 


construction engineers had, like magic, 



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been covered with over a 
thousand various-sized glis- 
tering board buildings. Be- 
tween the barracks corn was 
still growing. At intervals 
the high screeching note of the 
buzz saw could be heard, turn- 
ing out the boards for the last 
buildings. Countless trucks 
and teams and men, working at 
high pressure, coursed through 
the area. This traffic had 
pulverized the soft soil which 
the breezes delighted to catch 
up in huge, blinding billows. 
As the quarters assigned to 

Barracks of the Artillery Brigade 

the field artillery brigade were the last to be completed in the camp, the officers 
of the regiment 'were temporarily housed in one of the infantry barracks. There 
they reported for duty to their new regimental commander — Colonel William 
McK . Lambdin— and alsobecame acquainted with their future Lieutenant Colonel— 

Majoi Alvin S. Perkins. The 
following day, with the excep- 
tion of a few who were later 
transferred, officers were as- 
signed to the various organiza- 
tions of the regiment. With 
this first step towards the es- 
tablishment of the regiment 
completed a week was passed 
in attending lectures by Col- 
onel Lambdin and Major Per- 
kins and in waiting for word 
to move into permanent quar- 
ters. Word finally came, and 
the move to the new regi- 
mental area was made. With 
intense interest the officers 
investigated these buildings, 

Recruits passing "D" Barracks 
pictured fanciful scenes of the future, 
would report for service with the 33] 

ind speculated as to the types of men who 




It was September 8th when 
the first quota of men ar- 
rived. The men were drawn 
from the State of Wisconsin, 
but various counties were 
assigned to the different or- 
ganizations. Battery "A" 
was made up of- men from 
Fond du Lac County; Battery 
! 'B" of men from Dodge and 
Outagamie Counties; Battery 
"C" from Columbia and 
Washington Counties; Battery 
" D " from Adams, Sauk, Wau- 
shara and Marquette Cotin- 

More Men Coming In. 


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recruits kept ai 

ties; Battery "E" from Iowa, 
Crawford, Wood, Richland 
and Juneau Counties; and 
Battery "F" from Grant, 
Iowa and Green Counties. 
The two remaining otganiza- 
tions — Headquarters and Sup- 
ply Companies — were formed 
by men chosen for special 
qualifications from the bat- 
teries. Then training began in 
earnest. As various groups of 
lg, classes were subdivided according to the stages of advance- 
i military knowledge, and officers found their time taken up to the full in 

instruction of every phase of the Drill Regulations. 

The training of the first recruits was the most difficult task. Being a new 

organization, there were no non-commissioned officers or even privates with a 

semblance of military knowledge 

to help out. Non-commissioned 

officers from Cavalry outfits of the 

Ann\' were in many cases acting 

First Sergeants but were necessarily 

confined mostly to clerical work. 

The office! s had to act not only as 

officers, but also as non-commis- 
sioned officers. The particular dif- 
ficulty lay in the fact that the new 

men had no one among them on 

whom they could model themselves. 

Once, however, men had been taught 

sufficiently and had shown them- 
selves able to act as Corporals or 

Sergeants, the work progressed with 

double rapidity. 

In the months of September 

and October the training was mainl 

start effort to turn civilians into 5 

guard duty and standing gun drill 

ing. What was 

A Section of Recruits 

of a primary sort. It take? time and con- 
diers, and so foot-drill, physical exercises, 
prised almost entirely the program of train- 
noticeable and encouraging at this time was the eagerness 
and earnestness with which 
every man worked towards 
the achieving of a well- 
trained and disciplined regi- 

The handicaps and ob- 
stacles that confronted the 
regiment in those early days 
seem appalling in retro- 
spect. There were con- 
stant calls for men to fill 
organizations destined for 
overseas service before the 
86th Division. These con- 
tinued clear up until April, 
1918, and were a continual 
source of annoyance. A 
battery lost trained or part- 

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Major Hugh L. Gaddis 

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h trained men whose places 
had lobe tilled by new recruits, 
li was necessary of course to 
start from the beginning again 
in instructing these men. A 
second obstacle was the great 
lack of equipment of all sorts. 
Men would enter the service 
bringing with them the smal- 
lesl possible amount of cloth- 
ing as advised by the govern- 
ment boards. It was some- 
times necessary to drill two or 
three weeks in this scantv civili 

A squad made up of two mei 

Men of the 86th Leave for Franci 

'he Illinois N. G. Leaves for France 
before it was possible to secure the proper 
n uniform (part of which was Canadian), 
one man in overalls, another 
n a blue sweater and derby, 
md the rest in various non- 
descript costumes was no un- 
'^JM"^ common sight. 
JJ 'WJH For training in equitation 

^■fc* i he regiment was obliged to 
Ml build wooden horses. With 
this substitute the essentials 
of harnessing were taught and 
the soldier instructed in mount- 
ing, dismounting, and the 
proper seat for a rider. In 
artillery instruction, recourse 
was had to wooden guns and 
even to boxes and boards. 
With such crude apparatus 
the men were trained in stand- 
ing gun drill, the movement 

Regimental Stj 



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of carriages unlimbered, action 
front, rear, right and left, and 
even to prepare for action. 
For signalling the men had to 
make flags of any material 
available. For buzzer exer- 
cise the organizations pur- 
chased the ordinary domestic 
variety of buzzer. 

In spite of the handicaps, 
training did go en apace and 
the men actually did learn. 
It proved the American to be 
an imaginative man. When 
in the early part of November, 
the regiment finally was issued 
horses, and one 3 inch gun 
to a battalion, the men, after looking them over in reverence and awe, commenced 
drilling with them and found themselves far more advanced than they had imagined. 
Whatever else may be written 
of this war, there is subject mat- 
ter for an epic in the seriousness 
and enthusiasm evidenced by 
both officers and men in their 
heroic labors with those carica- 
tures of war material. 


Winter soon set in and a very 
long and severe winter it proved 
to be. There was an unprece- 
dented fall of snow and the ther- 
mometer held below zero for 
weeks at a time. The weather 
was so bad that on several occa- 
sions railroad traffic was hope- 
lessly tied up and as may be im; 
pitious for intensive training. But 

the Regiment 

gined, such conditions were anything but pro- 
training had to go on. It was truly remarkable 
how much was accomplished 
in this respect, and the vigorous 
weather was of decided bene- 
fit in hardening everyone phy- 
sically. Foot-drill still con- 
tinued to a limited extent, 
equitation classes were but 
slightly hindered, and phy- 
sical exercise combined with 
tobogganing, snow-shoeing, ski- 
ing and skating, was only 
aided by the vigorous winter. 
In artillery work proper there 
were theoretical and practical 
courses in gunnery; and as 
the two field pieces of which 
the regiment boasted had been 

ing Addition's 




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dragged— one inside of Battery "A's" barracks and the other inside of Battery 
•<E' S " — gun drill in each battalion went on the same as during the mild fall 
weather. , 

During this period schools for officers and non-commissioned officers tookup 
on an average three nights a week. In addition, certain officers were detailed 
to attend divisional schools. These divisional schools covered all manner of 
infantry and artillery specialities, their value being enhanced by the instruction 
of French and British officers. The regiment shared with 

rest of the brigade 


Fireplace in the Officers Mess 
Planned by Lieut. Foltz and built by men of the Regiment. 

the undivided services of a Captain and Chief of Section of Artillery from the 
French Army. , . , , 

The school of Fire for Field Artillery at Fort Sill, Okla., which had been 
established in the Fall of 191 7, offered to the field officers, battery commanders 
and several first lieutenants of the regiment, the privileges of its excellent instruc- 
tion before the orders came for overseas. _ 

The monotony of the long winter months was lessened somewhat by the intro- 
duction of gas training for the entire regiment, a class in equitation for officers, 
and smoke bomb practice. The gas training was an enormous task but each 
organization in a month's time had graduated all of its men, and each man had 
been in the poison gas chamber to test for himself the efficacy of his mask. The 




5511' Field Artillery, 

Captain Sylvester M. Sherman 
Adjutant of the First Battalion 

Captain Winthrop Miller 
Personnel Adjutant 

Captain William B. Weston 
Adjutant of the Second Battalion 



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5311' Field Artillery, 

Captain Robert A. Ali.ton 
Formerly in Command of Headquarters Co. 

Captain Ronald Webster 
Formerlv in Command of Battery "D J 

Captain C. Durasd Allen 
Formerly Adjutant of the Second Battalion 

First Lieutenant Newton O. Holt 
Formerly Executive Officer Battery "A" 

Former Officers of the Regiment Retained as Instructors at the School of Fire for 
Field Artillery, Fort Sill, Okla. 


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Iamiliar Scenes 


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A Battery Cor 

Issuing Horses 

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View of the Remount Station 

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Glimpses of Grant 



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officer's equitation class was 
admirably conducted by Maj- 
or Perkins, formerly of the 
Cavalry. Important prin- 
ciples of fire were visualized 
on the smoke bomb range 
under the direction of the field 
officers of the regiment. 

On December 15th, 191 7, 
the graduates of the Second 
Officer's Training Camp who 
had been attached to the regi- 
ment, reported for duty. Many 
of these officers were transfer- 
red late in the winter and aid- 
ed in forming new regiments 

S^he fit'promo^trthe original officers were made These filled three 
fourths of the existing vacancies, and officers from the second training camp were 
assigned to fill the other fourth. 

It did not seem so very much longer before the winter wore off and the snow 
and ice and cold were replaced by mild spring breezes, floods of rant and vast 
\f unfathomable mud. The corrals and stables were particularly beset by 

nd instructive of the spring training was the drill of the bat- 
f he shortage of carriages made it possible for an organization 
to spend one morning or one afternoon at this exercise every third day only 1 he 
battery having the drill used its own two carriages and teams, while each ot the 
other batterief supplied two teams and carriages for the drilling battery to use. 
(Two more 3 inch pieces arrived in the early spring, so that it _was possibk .to d .1 
with four complete gun sections and two caisson sections.) Th driver s a nd cai , 
noneers all came from the battery whose turn it was to drill, unless there were 
ot men enough to fill all the posts, and, unfortunately, such was usually the case 
As embling on the drill ground in rear of the officers quarters, the battery ^wonld 
proceed west to the large fields beyond the 333rd and there would undertake 
every possible mounted movement both walking and at a trot. 

One of the pleasant memories the regiment had of Camp Grant was the pre- 
dion to them on April 14th by the Wisconsin. Society of Chicago of a nag 
at set of regimental colors. The whole regiment .together with the , 

areas o: 
this foe. 

Most enjoyable 
tery mounted 


nificent .->.. 

Machine Gun Battalion formed on the parade ground, and p3 

Colonel Lambdin and Brigadier Generd Kennon (then d.v.sion commander) and 

ed in review before 

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5511' Field Artillery, 

representative? of the Wisconsin Society. The colors were then presented to 
Colonel I.ambdin who accepted them with fitting words in behalf of the regi- 


It was 8 o'clock on the morning of May 14th, 1918 when the regiment, after 
several disappointments, finally left Camp Grant for the memorable hike to the 
Artillery range at Sparta, Wis. Preparation for this march had been going on 
for weeks before. A number of problems confronted the brigade. In the first 
place there had been some question as to whether the brigade should march as 
a unit, since two of the regiments — the 331st and 332nd — were mounted and the 
333rd was dismounted. It was finally decided that all should travel together 
with the dismounted regiment in the lead — the two mounted regiments following 
at a walk. Then, because of transfers made by the War Department, the enlisted 
men in each organization numbered only about half its strength; there were only 
eighteen carriages to the regiment; and each organization possessed its full com- 
plement of horses. The result was that each individually mounted man, besides 
the horse he rode, was obliged to lead one or two other not always too gentle horses 
for the period of the hike. 

The start was auspicious. But this did not last long. The column was 
hardly in motion before horses were breaking loose, bolting all over the camp and 
galloping to Rockford. Round-up parties were organized and kept busy through- 
out the entire day. After this first day the horses gave no more trouble, thus 
dispersing the dread of having the hike turn into a nightmare of runaways. Noth- 
ing else of moment took place that day. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon after 
traveling sixteen miles, the first camp was made at Lovejoy Farm. 

The making of this first camp was rather a time consuming proceeding. The 
men were new at that sort of game and a certain clumsiness was eviderrt in the 
establishment of picket lines, the parking of carriages, the setting up of pup tents, 
the collection of wood and water, the feeding of horses and all the other minute 
operations necessary for establishing a proper military camp irr the field. But 
this inexperience soon passed, and the major purpose of the hike was accomplished. 

Coming Into Portage 

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THE 333rd F. A 

On the Way to Sp 

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Pauses on the Hike 

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During the hike the order for each day was practically the same. Reveille 
was a half past five. The horses were then ridden from half a mile to two miles 
o water and on their return given their morning feed. Breakfast was usua y 
served about 6:i S and immediately thereafter tents were struck rolls made up 
and horses groomed and saddled. The regiment took to the road at 8 o clock. 
\ halt of ten minutes was made every hour for rest and at noon a halt of an hour 
when men and horses were fed. At one o'clock the march was resumed and at 
2 o'clock or half-past three the regiment arrived at its new camping area ihe 
horses were then unharnessed, groomed and ridden to water: picket lines kitchens 
and tents established; and everyone enjoyed a short rest until supper at 6 o clock. 
Mter supper, with the exception of the guards, everyone was at liberty within 

a most 

ipp~* , 

the limits of the camp until taps was blown at io o clock. 

On Saturday afternoon. May i8th, the regiment encamped on the lair j 

at Madison, Wisconsin, resting there all day Sunday. Everyone _ had 

eniovable time as the whole city turned out with its generous hospitality. 

J On the night of May 2ist at 9 o'clock while the regiment was in camp at Foy- 

nette a severe tornado 'arose which blew every tent flat in an instant. A deluge 

of rain followed which lasted 
most of the night and effect- 
ually drenched everyone and 
everything. Most of the regi- 
ment with the exception of 
those who found refuge in near- 
by farm houses andbarns.went 
sleepless. There were no cas- 
ualties, but a large amount of 
property was blown away or 
destroyed. Nevertheless, the 
march was resumed as usual 
next morning and nothing 
unusual happened until the 
night of May 25th when the 
regiment was in camp at Kil- 
bourn. At 11 o'clock a night 
march was suddenly ordered. 
Two hours later the regiment 
took to the road. Every man 
errible effort to stay awake in the saddle 

The Picket Lines 

was dead tired and it took continued, t 
and not roll off under the horses' feet. 

From this time on the march was a succession of muddy roads and swampy 
camps until, finally, the regiment arrived at Camp Robinson on the afternoon of 
May 28th. The great hike of fourteen days and of 225 miles had passed into 
history. Throughout the entire period the health of every man and the condi- 
tion of every horse was excellent. The benefit of that march was incalculable. 
It was one of the greatest means of establishing a wonderful esprit de corps and 
of giving to everyone that independence of living conditions so necessary to a 


That summer which the regiment spent at Camp Robinson will live in the 
memory cf everyone as perhaps his most enjoyable experience in the Army. It 
was one succession of warm, sunny days and cool, pleasant nights. The days' 
were spent entirely in the field either firing on the range or riding through the 
woods. The whole time was taken up in some activity. One could not but feel 
that great progress was being made towards turning out a highly trained and 
organized field artillery regiment. 


5511' Field Artillery^ 

_ The two days following the arrival at Sparta were busily spent in getting 
things in order. Barracks, mess-halls and kitchens were cleaned and the stables 
and corrals repaired and policed. On May 30th Batteiv "E" went out on the 
range and fired the first problem of the regiment. The sound of roaring guns 
floating back over the hills reached the ears of the cannoneers of the other bat- 
teries on the drill ground. It seemed too good to be true that after seven months 
of training with soap boxes, wooden guns" and theoretical work with blackboard 
and chalk, it was only a question of a day or so before they would be actually 
firing a full fledged gun. 

Sparta is an ideal spot for range firing and field exercises. The reservation 
consists of about fifteen square miles, made up equally of hilly and level ground. 
The soil is sandy and thickly wooded with scrub oaks. The terrain affords excel- 
lent opportunities for instruction in taking up position by concealed routes, recon- 
naissance and topographical work. 

Firing on the range went by rotation through the batteries of the reeiment. 
On the days that a battery was not firing the time would be spent in drills to 
perfect themselves for their 
next turn on the range. There 
was strong competition among 
the rival batteries, the best 
battery holding its place only 
because of superiority in some 
small detail. 

On the afternoon before 
a battery was to fire, a Head- 
quarters Company detail under 
instructions from one of the 
regimental field officers would 
ride out on the range and set 
targets at specified points. 
The next morning at 7 o'clock 
the range guards would leave 
camp to take up their posts. 
They would be followed short- 
ly by the section of Headquar- 
ters Company with a reel cart 
containing several miles of wire. This detail had to establish communication 
between the range officei, his assistants and the post of the officer supervising 
fire. At S o'clock the battery that was to fire would be drawn up in column 
in the regimental street, the officer to fire would be given his problem, and the 
battery at his command move out. Then would follow a long ride through the 
narrow wcod roads, with the dewy leaves brushing the faces of the drivers, 
the clanking of harness and creak of wheels as the battery went through some 
particularly rough section of the reservation. On the flanks of the column would 
hover a flock of officially appointed critics from other batteries, watching hawk- 
eyed for mistakes to report. Soon a messenger from the Special Detail would 
ride back to the executive officer with instructions from the battery commander for 
bringing the battery into position. The chosen place being reached, the guns would 
be unlimbered, the horses, ammunition train and medical detachment driven 
to the rear, the guns prepared for action and camouflaged, gun pits dug, tele- 
phone communication established between the battery and the post of the battery 
commander, and then everyone tensely await orders to fire. Soon these would 
come, and for the next two hours the hills would echo with the constant boom- 
ing of guns. All officers, other than those on duty with the battery firing or 
on duty training the men of batteries not firing, observed fiie from a point near 
the Battery Commander's station. A few of these officers in turn would be 

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Off to the Re 


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ttery Commander had finished his. At 

2 or I o'clock. 

rews, drivers 

^'S^wouTd^fheW^Then the return to camp at ! 2 
The remamder of the afternoon was spent in further training of gun c 
and the Special Detail. monotonously, until August 

fired a barn 


General Mi 

bouncing that th^briga^would soon be ordered overseas. 
The announcement was rapidly followed by orders to turn 
ment of various sort 

tt rang? TpoThis demure &*™*(™£"£ a fever of excitement by 

most regrettable of 

Guard Mount 

all— the 
horses. "This was followed by 
weeks of strenuous work in out- 
fitting the men in new uniforms 
and in getting the organization 
records into perfect shape. 

Hopes of getting away rose 
even higher when, on August 
13th, the Advance Party, con- 
sisting of sixteen officers and 
twenty-five enlisted men pul- 
led out of the Sparta station. 
Major Gaddis and Lieutenant 
Pearce were to provide for bil- 
leting. The rest were to receive 
special schooling in France. 
This forturate party, after 
joining other similiar parties 

of the' Division at Camp Mills, . . «w-,i~,»- 

Lone Island, sailed from New York September 9 th on the British Steamer Walmer 
Castle," arriving in Glasgow at midnight September 20th. Thence they went by 
train south. Only one group of American soldiers had come in through Glasgow 
before. The unaccustomed sight of American troop trains aroused an enthus- 
iasm from Glasgow south, the equal of which the party had never seen They 
reached the rest camp Romsey at 3:00 a. m. September 22nd. On the 24th they 
entrained for Southampton, sailing for Le Havre the same evening on the Antrim. 
The partv left Havre on the 27th on a special tiain which reached La Lourtme 
the 30th. Here, from the 1st to the 8th of October, three weeks work of a six 
weeks course was crowded into one, specialization being made by certain members 
on materiel, reconnaissance, or telephone and radio, while all took the course in 
firing The rest of the regiment, having in the meantime arrived in trance, it 
was necessarv on the oth for the school paity to cease work at La Courtme and 
rejoin the regiment at Le Courneau. They reached Le Courneau on the nth 
of October. 

On September 4th the order came for the regiment, to entrain the following 
day for Camp Mills, N. Y 

On receipt of this news all knew with great rejoicing 

lat days of initial preparation were over and that after a brief period of train- 
eeiment would be able to measure its mettle with the Hun. 

France the regiment 


Thursday, September 5, 1918, the regiment following the 333rd and 332nd 
Field Artillery, finally left Camp Robinson with a strength of 41 officers and 
1467 men present, under command of Colonel Lambdin and started for the front. 
Thereafter, in the words of Major General Martin, "it was in the presence of 



5511' Field Artillery, f 

the enemy." Four long trains of Pullmans were required on the trip to New 
York, Colonel Lambdin with the Headquarters Company and Supply Company 
leading on the first train, while each succeeding one carried two batteries. The 
route followed was via the Chicago & Northwestern Railway or the Chicago, 
Milwaukee & St. Paul R. R. to Chicago, thence through Indiana, Michigan, and 
Canada over the Grand Trunk to Niagara Falls, where an hour's stop permitted 
all those who so desired, to have a view of the Falls. At frequent stops along 
the way the Red Cross gave refreshments, magazines, and postal cards, while 
the opportunity was seized to take short hikes several times each day. 

From Niagara Falls the regiment was taken by the Lehigh Valley Railroad 
through the mountains of Pennsylvania, down the beautiful winding course of 
the Lehigh river, and across the flat New Jersey plains to Jersey City, where 
the first two trains arrived late Saturday afternoon. Boarding a ferry (one man 
thought it was the transport which would take him to Europe!) the regiment 
was paddled around Manhattan Island to Long Island City, whence the Long 
Island R. R., after considerable delay, conveyed it to Camp Mills, Lcng Island, 
the embarkation camp. Here, after a further delay, the organization was con- 
ducted to pyramidal tents on the far edge of the camp, arriving shortly before 
midnight. Total distance travelled by rail 1200 miles. 

The next morning, Sunday, September 8th, the regiment was assigned a new 
area near the center of the camp, and before noon the last four batteries had 
arrived. The treat was enjoyed, of seeing the Advance Party which had 
left Camp Robinson August 13th, start on their way to the docks to 

The much-dreaded inspections, of which so much had been heard, began the 
same afternoon, but proved to be comparatively mild, and the regiment came 
through them al! with flying colors, thanks to earnest efforts in preparation at 

Camp Robinson. The med- 


ical inspection was followed 
by the inspection of records, 
and Monday morning came 
an inspection of equipment, 
followed by the submission of 
new requisitions. The next 
two days were busy ones, sup- 
ply sergeants working from 
morn to night issuing overseas 
equipment and replacing un- 
serviceable clothing with new. 
One problem which had to be 
met, was how to make size 6 
C shoes fit a man who required 
7 EE, the desired sizes being 
in many cases apparently un- 
_ „ _ w obtainable. 

The Band at Guard Mount . 

1 hus far the regiment had 
been closely confined to camp, 
though so near the "Gay White Way" that it could almost hear the corks pop; 
and it can boast of the proud record that not a single man went A W O L during 
its stay at Camp Mills. By Wednesday noon the organization was pronounced 
fully equipped, and was put on a pass basis. This meant that a portion of the 
regiment could leave camp each day on a twenty-four hour pass, and gave every 
man an opportunity to visit New York City. At the same time the campaign 
hat was superseded by the overseas cap, and for at least a day each man was 
wondering if he looked as foolish as he felt. 

One sight at Camp Mills which never grew monotonous was the maneuvering 
of the squadrons of airplanes from the neighboring aviation field at Mineola. 


Y^^PJeldArt Uleryy^f 


The halt at the embarkation camp was not of long duration and on Monday 

Mercantile Marine Company in the Hudson. Six or eight large ocean liners, 
aTl decked out in their grotesque camouflage paint, were lying at the docks, some 
o them already loaded with troops. While the ferry drifted in the river for 
three Tours waiting for a detachment of marines to clear the dock, speculation 
was rife a to whichship the regiment was destined for. The ferry finally landed 
the dock, the men filed off, and about five o'clock the gang-plank drill was 
in performed in boarding the "S. S. Lapland" of the White Star Line, a Bnt- 
ship of about 22,000 tons. At last it seemed true that the regiment was 


ish ship 

actually on its way to take 

"bigge'si show on earth." 

The theory that there is always room 
for one more' was followed in loading the 
"Lapland," and as a result the organization 
formed a part of the largest number that she 
had ever carried at one time — over 3,000. 
The regiment was scattered through the ship 
fiom the Headquaiters Company, down in the 
forward third-class accommodations, where 
part of the men slung their hammocks over 
the mess tables, to the Supply Company 
in the second-class staterooms, and Battery 
"B" outside on the after deck, not to for- 
get Battery "F" on the "Red Deck." The 
captains lived on the upper deck, four in 
each small stateroom; while rooms twice 
their size on the deck below were enjoyed 
by second lieutenants. In addition to the 
331st F A. there were a large number of cas- 
ual troops on board, and a big detachment 
of marines occupied the promenade decks. 
Major General Howze assumed command of 
all the troops. Brigadier General Spaulding 
of the 161st F. A. Brigade, of which the 331st 
was a part, was also on the ship. 

The passenger list further contained the names of a great number of casual 
officers of all branches of the service— engineers, aviators, ordnance, chemical 
warfare service, and artillery— as well asagroup of Y.M.C.A. workers, and a number 
of civilian passengers. 

Of the' pleasures of that first night on the ship, tied to the dock with no ven- 
tilation, nothing need be said. There reigned the inevitable confusion of the 
first few hours on shipboard before any one could possibly acquaint himself with 
the voluminous standing orders regulating ship life. 


The next morning, Tuesday the seventeenth, the cables were cast off, and the 
ship steamed down the Hudson, passing the Statue of Liberty about g:oo a. m. 
and on out to sea. Other ships started at the same time or were waiting in the 
lower bay, and the Lapland became one of a convoy of twelve transports and 
freighters. Among them were the "Empress of Russia" of the Canadian Pacific 
Line, and the "Cretic," of the White Star Line. The measures which the navy 

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^\ 551 1' Field Artillery, 

was taking to combat the submarine, were at once observed in operation, for one 
or more of the undersea monsters had recently claimed some victims a short dis- 
tance outside New York harbor, and it was not intended that any of this convoy 
should suffer a like fate. No possible precaution was omitted. A number of 
warships accompanied the transports as they came out of the harbor, and an 
observation balloon from Long Island was on the look out. A cruiser and a des- 
troyer stayed with the convoy most of the way across, hovering about its flanks, 
front and rear, but the other warships turned back when the open sea had been 

Throughout the voyage the course was changed about every ten minutes. At 
one time the whole convoy swung about and headed southwest for a short while. 
It is impossible to say just where the route led, except that for the first five days 
the ships were in the gulf stream, and the weather was almost oppressively warm. 
No lights were permitted en deck after dark, and heavy- curtains were hung before 
all doors which led outside. The port-holes had all been blackened so that no 
light could pass through them, and they were required to be kept closed at all 
times, day and night. All matches and flashlights had been taken up before 
leaving New York. The sight of the darkened ships stealing ahead through the 
moonlight nights without a light showing and with scarcely a sound, like some 
ghost fleet, was one which will be long remembered. 

Every man made the acquaintance of a life preserver before he had been aboard 
many hours, and soon that life preserver became as much a part of him as his 
skin. The only time when it was removed was while sleeping, and then it was 
kept at arm's reach. Twice each day, morning and afternoon, boat drills were 
held. Up3n the call "To arms" being sounded by the bugles, ever}- man ex- 
cept the sentinels on post repaired without delay to his life-boat station, taking 
his life preserver and full canteen. Whether he had anything else on or not was 
of slight importance. Then for an hour, while Major Genera! Howze or Brig- 
adier General Spaulding with their staffs were making a minute inspection of 
the ship, the men were given physical exercise on deck as well as the crowded 
conditions allowed, and those who were assigned to the bottom life-raft of a pile 
of four would speculate as to what the chances were that they would have time 
to launch their raft in case the ship were torpedoed and sunk. A surprise boat 
drill at 8:30 one night brought men to their boats out of the shower baths and 
bunks, with the garment that came first to hand hastily thrown about them. 

During one afternoon boat drill, it almost became necessary to carry it through 
and actually abandon ship. A heavy fog had come up, and suddenly another 
ship of the convoy locmed up a short distance away on the port side, headed 
across the Lapland's bows. A collision seemed inevitable. But as 5000 men 
held their breath and waited for the crash, the ships were quickly turned apart, 
and the stern of the other vessel, swinging around sixty feet away from the Lap- 
land, disappeared again into the fog. The fog continued all that night, and 
caused the ciew, at least, to feel great uneasiness, but no other incident occurred, 
and in the morning it was gone. 

Those officers who had rashly hired steamer chairs the first day out and had 
anticipated spending many happy hours therein, lived to repent of their folly. 
In addition to the boat drills, a regimental officer's school was held for an hour 
every afternoon, where part IV of F. A. D. R. was taken up for discussion, and 
the benefit of comments by Brigadier General Spaulding was received. One 
officer was also required to be on duty in the men's quarters continually through- 
out the voyage, day and night, which meant that eight hours out of every twenty- 
four was so spent. 

An elaborate guard system had been instituted. The main guard of forty- 
posts was supplemented by a group of military police under Captain Weston, 
who wandered about the ship watching for infractions of orders. In addition, 
permanent guards were placed over the naval anti-submarine guns, one in the 
stern and two in the bow. 




331 f! Fiel d Artillery 


id the better. No one who did 

Of the food served on the ship, the less 
not see and taste the meals given the enlisted men can picture them, they were 
"o extremely poor; while in the first-class dining-saloon the change from Long 
Island duckling" to "Philadelphia capon" and back again became more than 

The convoy was fortunate in having smooth weather the first part of the 
voyage, and as a result practically no one became sea sick; for, when the sea 
! up a bit the last few days, all had become acclimated to the ship and 
no "annoyance was caused. The latter half of the trip, however, the Lapland 
suffered an epidemic of what proved much worse than sea-sickness, when the 
Spanish influenza, which just at this time became prevalent throughout Europe 
and America, appeared on board and rapidly spread, aided by the crowded living 
conditions and poor food of the men. Troops were moved out of the Island 
and out of the second-class smoking room, which had been in use as orderly room 
for the batteries, to provide room for a hospital, but this was filled as fast as it 
could be enlaced. Only the more serious cases were sent there, the others being 
kept in their bunks and given all the care possible under the circumstances. 

The approach to the "danger zone" was heralded on the second Friday after- 
noon after sailing, when a squadron of lean, gray British destroyers encircled the 
convoy, to escort it into port, and keep the Hun subs at a safe distance. 1 hence- 
forth clothes were not removed at night, and an extra submarine lookout of causal 
officers was kept posted. All men from the lower decks came up at night and 
slept in the passageways and companionways above. The following day Scotland 
and the north of Ireland were sighted. One half the convoy turned to Glasgow. 
The other half including the Lapland, turned south, and passed between Scot- 
land and Ireland into the Irish Sea. During the night the Lapland entered the 
Mersey and at dawn on Sunday, September 29th, it anchored in the river at 
Liverpool. Not a submarine had been seen on the whole trip. 


Leaving on the Lapland about one hundred men who were too sick with in- 
fluenza to\valk, the regiment disembarked upon a tender in the afternoon and 
marched five miles with full packs through the cobble-stone streets of Liverpool 
to the first "rest camp" at Knotty Ash. The English people who thronged to 
see the "Yanks" along the route seemed hardly able to express sufficiently their 
gratitude for American aid, and the march was made through a lane of waving 
American and British flags. But the camp was calculated to quench the spirits 
of the most ardent soldier. The regiment was conducted to tents located in 
ankle deep mud, and the weather was cold, damp, and disagreeable. The regi- 
ment's recollection of Knotty Ash is anything but a pleasant one. It was here 
that acquaintance was first made with the "modified British ration," and the 
organization was unanimous in preferring the American. 

Tuesday morning the first battalion, with the Headquarters Company, leaving 
behind still more influenza victims, including Lieut. Grabbe and Lieut. Maness, 
marched with full pack four miles to the railroad and boarded a train of English 
passenger coaches, which took them for 210 miles thiough some of the prettiest 
parts of "Merrie England", including Warwick and Oxford, where the spires of 
the University could be seen from the train. Romsey was reached in the early 
evening, and a march was made to another "rest camp" two miles out of the 
town. Here the regiment again occupied the English tents, to enter which it was 
necessary to bend double. The weather was cold and damp, but the camp was 
located in a hard, grassy meadow and thus was a big improvement over Knotty 
Ash. The remainder of the regiment arrived here Wednesday evening. 

During the stay at Romsey, the greater part of the regiment took advantage 
of the opportunity to march into the quaint old English town and view the Norman 


A 551!! Field Artillery, 

Church, built in the twelfth century, which contained in its visitor's book the 
signature of Kaiser Bill himself. 

On Friday morning leaving Camp at eight o'clock, the regiment marched under 
full pack to Southampton, and after covering ten good miles, halted at noon for 
lunch in an English camp on the outskirts of that city. The sandwiches which 
each man had brought were helped out by coffee and buns provided by the Red 
Cross. After a two hour rest the organization again shouldered the white man's 
burden and continued the march two miles further through the heart of South- 
ampton to the docks. Here the regiment was rejoined by one hundred of its 

convalescents, who had made the trip from Romsey by rail under Captain Weston. 
Fifteen men had been left in hospitals at Romsey. At dusk the regiment boarded 
the British "S. S. Antrim," a fleet cross-channel steamer, and filled her from 
keel to bridge. That night hardly a square foot of her decks and passage-ways 
could be found that was" not covered with a living form. An officer's call 
was held and an officer placed in command of each life-boat and raft, but the 
problem of how they would reach their stations in case of an alarm it fortunately 
did not become necessary to solve. The "Antrim" steamed out as soon as it 
became dark, and on reaching the channel she picked up her skirts and scooted 
across to Cherbourg in the twinkling of an eye. Many a brave man, however, 
who had defied the Atlantic successfully, succumbed to the riples of the channel, 
and tasted all the joys of mal de mer. 

At Southampton another schism in the regiment had occurred, when Battery 
"B" and the Supply Company were placed on a different steamer. They set 
out across the channel the same night, but for some mysterious reason turned and 
put back to Southampton. Nothing was heard or seen of these two organizations 
until they rejoined the regiment at Camp Hunt a week later. Captain Farquhar 
of our Medical Staff was" kidnapped at Southampton by some other regiment, 
and the prodigal son only returned to us at Le Courneau after a visit to Paris. 

Disembarking on French soil early Saturday morning, October qth, one month 
after leaving Camp Robinson, the regiment marched four miles to another British 
"rest camp" up in the hills back of Cherbourg, just beyond a camp of Portuguese 
troops. This camp was probably the least restful of all — a different duty being 
provided for every hour of the day. The officers were assigned to wooden bar- 
racks, while the men were placed ten in each small tent. The following rainy 
morning the men were required to move to a different group of tents. At five 

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in the afternoon the regiments marched back to the railroad station in Cherbourg, 
an? boarded train of the famous "Hommes 40, Chevaux 8" French box cars 
to 38 men occupied each car, but three-fourths of that "umber would 
EaT furnished good ground for hanging out the "complet s,gn. An old first- 
class passenger coach was provided for the officers. 


At 10:00 p. 

the train moved out. and the regiment was started on what 
proved ^memorable ride. During the next two days and more the train executed 
a snake-like crawl down the western part of trance, rarely touching a speed ot 
twenty miles an hour, and halting a half hour at least at every town of any size. 
It was eleven o'clock Monday morning before a stop was made long enough to 
allow the detail from each car to fetch the first day's rations of corned willey, 
beans, tomatoes, jam, and round French loaves from the ration car at the rear. 
While the rations were being issued the next day, during a stop at Parthenay, 
the train suddenly moved out without the slighest warning, leaving a dozen men 
walking up the station platforms both arms full of rations. The men, having to 
choose suddenly between missing the train and dropping that day s dinner, 
naturally chose to do the former, and bade the organization an involuntary 
farewell; but they caught up again at the next stop. 

The route followed went through the larger cities of Caen. Argentan LeMans, 
\ngers Parthenav, Niort. and Saintes. Tuesday afternoon, at St. Andre de 
Cubsac where the headquarters of the 86th Division was located, the regiment 
was rejoined by Major Gaddis. It was also there that it was learned that most 
of the infantry of the division had already been sent to the front in the character 
of replacement troops. The train passed through Bordeaux the same evening. 
At ten the next morning, October 9th, it finally arrived at Le Courneau, south- 
west of Bordeaux, having come 325 miles in the sixty hours since leaving Cher- 
bourg. The brigade was now once more united. The regiment was assigned to 
Adrian barracks in Camp Hunt; and soon hammers were resounding, and every 
one was busily occupied in making his quarters as homelike as possible, in pre- 
paration for a protracted stay. The camp was pleasantly situated on flat, sandy 
soil in the midst of a pine grove. The weather was warm, the sun was shining 
brightly, and life as a whole took on a much more attractive hue than it had 
worn for many days. Perhaps this was partly due to the fact that the battery 
cooks were once more in action, for the first time since leaving Camp Mills. 


The remainder of the week was spent in resting, washing clothes, and writing 
letters. The stains of travel were removed by a dip in the old canal. The Ad- 
vance Party arrived and rejoined the regiment on Saturday morning, October 
12th. That afternoon a big change was made in the assignment of officers to 
organizations. The new assignments were as follows: Capt. Sherman, to be Adju- 
tant of the 1st Battalion; Capt. Weston to be Adjutant of the 2nd Battalion; 
Capt. Webster, to command Battery "C"; Capt. Isham, to command Battery 
"D"; 1st Lieuts. Collins, Miller, Sterling and Simmons and 2nd Lieut. Mitchell, 
to Headquarters Company; 1st Lieut. Golding to Battery "A";ist Lieut. Edmond- 
son, to Battery "B"; 1st Lieut. Craigmile, to Battery "C"; 1st Lieut. Winston, 
to Battery "D"; 1st Lieut. Grigg, to Battery "F"; 1st Lieut. Radermacher, 
to Supply Company. At the same time thirteen lieutenants from the Saumur 
Artillery School were attached to the regiment to fill vacancies. 


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On the following Monday, October 14th, work in the Field Artillery School 
of Instruction, at Camp Hunt, began in earnest for the whole brigade. The report 
that after six or seven weeks of training the brigade would move up to the front, 
spurred every man to devote his best efforts to the work. During the first two 
weeks, general courses for all officers, in firing, telephony, reconnaissance, radio, 
and materiel, were conducted by American lieutenants who had seen action at 
the front. They also drilled the officers in the service of the famous French 75 
m.m. gun; and the officers, in turn, began instructing their men. At first the 
instruction was greatly hampered by a lack of materiel, the only guns available 
for use being those of the replacement regiment, which were turned over to the 

Brigadier General Oliver S. Spaui.dinc and Staff 

Edward R. Adams am 
S. Spaulding, Maj. Charles G. Cushin 

Left to Right: 2nd Lt. John D. Warfield, Jr., 1st Lts. Edward R. Adams and Edwin S K 
James W. Marshall, Brig. Gen. 01: 

Rodman T. Hamblet 

t Lt. Walter S. 

brigade for several hours a day. One officer remained with each battery even- 
day, to keep the men in condition with dismounted drill, physical exercises, hikes 
and "O'Grady exercises." 

With the third week, courses for specialists were started. The executives 
and mechanics received special instruction in materiel, and performed all the 
dismountings of the gun; the reconnaissance officers with their instrument ser- 
geants learned how to read a battle map in the dark, and were inducted into 
all the mysteries of Y-lining; one officer from each battery with the telephone 
detail was instructed in the use of the telephone and switch-board; and the officers 
in charge of horses with their stable sergeants attended lectures concerning their 
care. Still others, both officers and men, were instructed in the handling "of our 
Hotchkiss machine guns. Other enlisted men learned the art of camouflage, or 
were instructed in radio. 

The course in "Firing", for all officers, still continued, and theie they learned 
to compute the corrections of the moment, and the intricacies of Ko and Y-Yi>. 
or saw the principles of percussion precision adjustment demonstrated on the 
miniature terrain. In addition French officers gave lectures on gas defense, cam- 
ouflage, and battery emplacements. 

The legiment's own guns arrived the middle of the third week, and now for 
the first time the organization had its full equipment of 24 pieces. On Monday, 
November 4th, firing was begun on the range with the "soixante-quinze," one 
battery of each battalion firing every day, under the direction of its battalion 
commander and an instructor from the school. Though it had been issued its 
full equipment of harness, the regiment never received any horses, so it was neces- 



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sary t0 hdUl the ns out to the s::e s:i£r;: t s 

in position throughout the week. F f m ^"Vwcontinued and the commands 
evening mists blotted out the target th e finng cent, ^ „ Amencan 

rang out. " Base Lme, "^oJA ™™ and reduced charges, were fired 

and French shrapnel and H. f shell wren l , j h firi data was 

with both axial and lateral observat.on To ware the la ^ ; o{ t g he moment 

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Preparatory Bugle Call of the Regiment Adopted at Camp Hunt 
From time to time brigade problems were given out based on a battle map 

the computation of barrage tables. 

One of the first articles issued at Camp Hunt was the gas mask and ga s dr. 
became an important part of the schedule. Every one earned his mask at all 
tin" an ws ordered" to wear it for one hour every day. Later a regtmental 
system of gas alarm was established. When the alarm was sounded all 
deavo ed to don their masks within the conventional stx seconds, and the , rutsk 
were not removed until the attack was supposed to have passed Du nng the 
last week of training steel helmets were issued and had to be worn at everv 
gun drill. 

But life at Camo Hunt was not all work. Yin blanc and vin rouge were easily 
obtainable in the French wine shops along the -western front We e k-ends 

oassed at La Teste and at the beautiful resort of Arcachon, will leave many 
feasant memories. At Cazaux, near by, was located a flying field and many 
members of the regiment were fortunate enough to enjoy a ride through the clouds 
in an airplane. 



Austria on November 5th, leaving Germany 

easingly doubtful whether the regiment would 

"6'n November 7th came the unofficial report that Germany 

The signing of the armistn 
alone against the Allies, made 
ever get into action. 

had likewise surrendered, causing great rejoicing among the rrencn, pui ine 
day showed that rumor to be false: Upon returning from the range the afternoon 
of 'November nth, however, the official report had already been received, that 
Germany had signed an Armistice, and that all lighting had ceased at 11:00 a.m. 
that dav. Although this definitely ended all hopes of reaching the front, training 
was continued as earnestly as ever, in preparation for any eventuality that might 
occur, until November 2t'sr. On that day the brigade received the order to pre- 


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,n rPturn to the United States. Instruction ceased immediately, 
Si\Z:^ysT^^ had turned in everything except personal equip- 


The next month was spent 
waiting for the order to move, 
which was expected every day, 
ver came. The time 
was partly occupied with dis- 
mounted drill, hikes with and 
without packs, and courses ot 
lectures given by various of- 
ficers on history, finance, and 


civics. A series of footbau 
games between teams repres- 
enting each organization was 
played, and much friendly riv- 
alry was thus developed. In 
the final game for the regiment- 
al championship. Battery "D 
representing the 2nd Battalion 
defeated Headquarters Com- 
pany, representing the I st Bat- 
talion, by the score of 7 to 6. 

During this period the regiment regretfully ^JJj^^ 8 ^^ 

ci who were all ordered away to other organizations for dun . 

C.»p de Souge, another large camp to, '"'^J^^ '^ aeBt 

saw in Europe; but as luck 
would have it, the stay there 
was short. 

On Tuesday, December 24, 
the regiment made the longest 
davs march of its career. It 
left Camp de Souge at nine 
o'clock, carrying light packs. 
Much of the baggage had been 
sent ahead on trucks the night 
before. Through showers the 
march was continued all day 
into Bordeaux, down one of 
its main shopping streets, past 
the opera house, to the river, 
then across the long bridge, 
and out into the country again. 
And almost at the last came 
the long steep hill, which 
seemed as though it would never end. At 5:30 p. m. the regiment reached 
Bordeaux Embarkation Camp, Genicart No. 2. and completed a march ot 23.7 
\ hot meal was waiting, prepared by the battery cooks and the men were 
further cheered bv the report that they would embark for the I mted Mates in 

three or four day: 


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Liberty N. C. Plane over Arcachon Bay 

Christmas day was spent in camp 
prosaically enough, nearly every one 
being glad of a chance to rest after the 
long hike. Part of the regiment was 
sent out to work on details, for Christ- 
mas and New Year's were treated like 
any other day at this camp. On Fri- 
day the regiment went through the 
"mill", a performance required of all 
organizations before sailing for home. 
All the equipment of the enlisted men 
was turned in, each man was given a 
bath and a medical inspection, and 
was then issued a complete new out- 
fit. The officers likewise had to ap- 
pear before the medical inspector. 
The next afternoon an inspector exam- 
ined the equipment to make sure that 
nothing was lacking. Meanwhile the 
passenger lists, fourteen copies, had 
been typed, and the regiment was 
ready to sail. 

Now began a new series of unex- 
pected delays, while the regiment 
awaited sailing orders. The camp 
headquarters called on a large part of 
the regiment for working details nearly 
every day, including Sundays, and the 
men worked in the continuous rain and 
mud of a French winter for three weeks. 
Some details went to the remount sta- 
tion at Carbon Blanc and cleaned 
stables; others worked for the camp 
engineer, digging ditches and grading 
roads; while others moved the wood 
at the Entrance Camp or passed out 
clothing at the "mill." Meanwhile 

"Spike" Hennessey's inspectors came through the camp at half hour intervals, 
inspecting everything that existed. The only recreation was the band concerts 
and movies at 'the Y. M. C. A., and the Saturday night dances for officers at 
the Entrance Camp, over which "Spike" presided. 

During this time Captain Weston, 1st Lieut. Baird and 2nd Lieuts. Swearingen, 
Baldwin and Bendetti, chose to remain in France, and were transferred from 
the regiment to permanent duty in the camp. 

All things come to an end, however, 
and at length, on January iS, 1919, 
the regiment marched back to Bor- 
deaux, and boarded another train of 
box cars for its third and last ride on 
French railways. All the regiment 
except Batteries "A" and "C" and 
part of the Headquarters Company 
left Bordeaux at 2:00 p. m. The lat- 
ter organizations followed on a second 
train about five hours later. Some 
beautiful scenery was seen during a 
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seilles was reached at I :oo a. 
m. the second night. The 
regiment remained on the 
train until morning, when it 
marched a short distance to 
the docks. By noon it was 
all on board the "S. S. Duca 
D'Aosta" of the Navigazione 
Generate Italiana. The 331st 
Field Artillery shared the ship 
with two batteries of the 
339th Field Artillery, and a 
lar^e number of casual officers,. 
Colonel Lambdin assumed 
command of all the troops. 

The 33isi \ria Towards the "Y" and Chateau Geni 

\t 10:00 p. m. the same evening, January 
20th, the ship cast off, and headed for 
Gibraltar. During the second dav the 
steamer skirted the picturesque,mountainous 
coast of southern Spain. On some of the 
mountains was the first snow that the regi- 
ment had seen during the winter. At seven 
o'clock in the morning of January 23rd a 
warm sunnv dav, the ship cast anchor in the 
shadow of Gibraltar, and remained there all 
»la\ . coaling. In the afternoon many of the 
officers were given shore leave for two hours. 
At six in the evening, just after darkness 
had set in, and all the lights had come out 
along the base of the giant rock, the ship 
sailed out of the bay again and turned its 
face towards the United States. 

Of the homeward voyage there is little 
to record. A half hour physical drill in 
the morning, boat drill in the afternoon for 
the first few days, and the morning and 
afternoon band concerts when the weather 
permitted were the only events of the day. 
Open portholes at least were a welcome 

The Gironde from the Chateau du Prince Nc 

Castle of the Black Prince 

contrast to the stuffy conditions 
of the "Lapland;" but the 
ship was in rough seas during 
most of the trip, "squalls," 
as the ship's crew termed them 
following close on one another's 
heels. Racks on the dining- 
tables were a familiar sight. 
Early in the morning of 
February 5th, after a night 
spent in quarantine, the liner 
glided past the famous statue, 
up the river where stevedores 
and a few sleepy ferry-boats 
were the sole welcomers of this 
happy lot. At seven o'clock 
the ship was moored at 59th 



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Street,'/ and , soon appeared 
Mayor Hylan's tug with news- 
papers and a band. Reporters 
and photographers of New 
York and Chicago papers 
were on hand to learn and 
snap what they could as the 
troops passed onto] the Ferries. 
At Weehawken trains were 
waiting to carry the regiment to 
Camp Merritt. This camp 
seemed like Paradise and its 
food was plentiful and su- 
perb. Men from Minnesota 
and Iowa left the regiment 
here to be mustered out at 
Camp Dodge. 

H \ W\\ 

#if— : 

On the Way to Marsei 

On February nth the regi- 
ment left on through trains 
via the New York Central 
for Chicago, again stopping 
a few hours for a glimpse of 
Niagara Falls. On the 13 th 
the men filed off in the Polk 
Street Station and marched to 
the First Illinois National 
Guard Armory. Thestaywas 
not long enough to permit of 
seeing the throng of relatives 
waiting there. Organizations 
were quickly reformed and 
started in a pouring rain to be 
reviewed by Major General 
Wood and parade through the 

Loop. A regimental dinner 
at the LaSalle Hotel was en- 
joyed by all. 

At five o'clock in the after- 
noon the trains were off again 
for Camp Grant, reaching 
there at q:oo p. m. Leav- 
ing the train, the regiment 
marched to the barracks of 
the 4th Battalion Discharge 
Unit — its final army quar- 
ters. The following morning 
the machinery of mustering 
out commenced its grind. 
During those days which were 
exceedingly strenuous for clerks 
and their assistants, the rest 
of the regiment had little to 

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wait. Some evenings 
were taken advantage ol bj 

organizations by hav- 
ing thoroughly enjoyable fa re- 
,anquets where officers 
and men met together prob- 
ably for the last time. 

On the 21st of February 
organization filed red- 
chevroned to draw its nna 
pay and passage home. \\ ash- 
ington's birthday, 1919, found 
the }3ist field Artillery a 
dream' of the past, but a spirit 
that will live forever. 

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On Wisconsin 





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)n Wis-con-sin! On, Wis-con-sin! Plunge right through that line. 


Run the ball cleai round Chi-ca-go, touch-down sure this time! 

On, Wis-con-sin!, On, Wis-con-sin! Fight on for her fame. 

Fight, fel-lows, fight! And we will win this, game! 

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On a bright and delightful day in June, 1918, "Our Tis" announced with 
great secrecy that the "Advance Party" was about to sail for parts unknown. At 
this joyful news, believed as usual, the young men rushed from all parts of the 
earth to rejoin the clan at Sparta. Even "Roundtrip Charlie" Craigmile con- 
tented himself with one day's attendance at Fort Sill. 

For about a month after the above day in June, we exemplified our regimental 
motto — "They also serve who merely stand around and wait for orders." Having 
nothing much to do, we had lots of inspections to see if all the officers had the 
required number of folding spoons, etc., and to find out how many pairs of socks 
each of the men had worn out since the last inspection, a couple of hours previous. 

Finally, on the propitious day of August 13th, the Advance Party, the pick 
of the regiment, boarded the train. Really the spirit of the boys was magnificent. 
One would think they were merely going on a pleasure trip, or to school, instead 
of being off for war! 

We rolled along peacefully, every town dashing to the tracks to cheer and 
wave things at "The Fighting Blackhawks," and at length reached Milwaukee, 
where every voice and every whistle in the place screamed a welcome. Here 
we stopped a few minutes, and when the train left it was shy four lieutenants — 
Hendee, Foltz, Golding, and Allen. Overcome by the hospitality, they simply 
could not tear themselves away. Alone in the cruel world, they were the center 
of interest — all sorts of secretaries and society ladies hopping about trying to 
do something for them and sympathizing with them because they just knew 

:nd ahead of each di- 
up of 

p of officers 
leting party 

Note— It was the plan of the War Departn 
and men known as the Advance Party. This p 

and a school party. The former consisted of a few French speaking officers whose d 
make arrangements for the housing of the coming troops. The latter consisted of officers and men 
who were selected to take a six weeks course in a training school in France. Each officer and man 
was to specialize in one certain subject so that when he rejoined his otganization he would be able to 
assist in the training of the troops. 

Due to unforseen circumstances the Advance Party of the S6th Division was seriously delayed in 
leaving New York. The school party of the Artillery had received merely eight days of training at 
La Courtine when the order came to leave at once and join the brigade which was due to arrive in 
I.e Courneau. This was early in October during that critical period when time and men were the 
crying need, and training — for the Artillery at least — a matter of six short weeks. 

The purpose of the school party of the 161st Artillery Brigade being thus in the main defeated, 
those who were so fortunate as to have been part of its make up are wont to look back upon it— the 
approach and retreat at least — as not so much an experience of serious duty, as a tour of the greatest 


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ie rest 

t each town — 

oTgua^oldUte' nearest beautiful girl that he was watching 

8 , , , •__.._ -,.,,-t ,1,., ; fflm ^; a tfv hrous-ht the whole 

guard duty was a poor idea, because it gave them 

f • ... ,u„ „„i,;w;t P,rh nafron contributing fruit, candy, or ciga 

town to view the exhibit, each patron contributing 

( on e of the prizes drawn was a "Literary Digest, 1912 model). 

\t Chicago the train was met by a delegation of beautiful Red Cross girls 
who avu 'cigarettes and chocolates, and postal .cards on which we wrote every- 
one we ever knew that after long years of waiting, we were finally off. This 
ofcoTirse violated all sorts of orders about secrecy, but then, in the words of 
I!!,; „; „;• high command. "A military order is something written by people who 
have nothing else to do, and to which nobody pays any attention. 

To become once more historical, we arrived at Jersey City, August 15th 1 and 
were ferried to Brooklyn amid no excitement whatever except that caused by 
the man who breathed a prayer to heaven when several of his heartless comrades 
convinced him that he was about to cross the Atlantic in the ferry-boat. 

We arrived at Camp Mills at midnight and were put in tents— five or six 
men eight cots, and no blankets to a tent. But the night was. spent somehow 
or other and we arose bright, but not very early, the next morning, for were we 
not to embark for France" and all that sort of thing at noon? Yes, we were, 
but noon three weeks later. 

Ignorant of the fact that our departure was to be delayed as usual, we rushed 
madly about outfitting our twenty-five men, and vainly trying to find the one 
person in camp who, everyone said, was the only one who knew anything about 
whatever it was that we wanted to know. 

We were at length all set to go, when General Pershing issued his famous 
statement, the one that ranks after ' ' Lafayette, we are here. He said, 1 don t 
want any more fighting men— I want laborers." We think they were kidding 
us, but anyhow, we and the other fighting men had to wait awhile. 

Then began two weeks of hardship seldom surpassed in any campaign. One 
bv one, the young men laid aside the precious money belts as seven farewell parties 
a 'week in New York rendered them mere incumberances. Howard and Isriam, 
not to be bothered with details, purchased the Garden City Hotel outright and 
installed their wives there. The lieutenants, being less pretentious and having 
no wives to install anywhere, contented themselves with purchasing whole taxis, 
buving mortgages on restaurants and other kindred businesses. It is said that 
before the time of departure, two prominent members of "The Prisoners Club 
had completed payments on one taxicab, several wine cellars, and numerous miscel- 
laneous assets. Nobody ever found out where Wally Allen and Fred Winston 
spent their time, but each used to stagger in just before reville and totter forth 
at noon on another round of carousals with old college chums, families and things. 
Pease, of course, was the first to discover the beautiful canteen girls, and took 
them to all the dances. How it used to blight the rest of us to see him surrounded 
with girls and food while we starved at neglected tables! 

The mornings were spent in defeating the 333rd F. A. in baseball. This we 
did so consistently that it soon became a bore. General Martin arrived just in 
time to relieve the monotony. He decided that we had had time to see all the 
shows, and must be worn out with dancing, so he issued lots of orders about 
hikes and studv. Each detachment commander had the job of finding work for 



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his officers. After the first day, Capt. Howard had aged twenty years. (This 
is worthy of note, as Bragdon maintains that this was the last work Howard 
ever did in the army.) In the morning we had athletics — a ball game in which 
everyone reeled about and fell helplessly on the ball, and then threw it at no one 
in particular. The game always lasted until 10:30, no matter how many innings 
we had to play. Then we were always allowed a few minutes for a soda, of course 
we all crowded into one place, so it took a long time to serve us. Then we ambled 
back to camp — but then it was so near recall (11:30) that there was no use doing 

After lunch we had classes and individual study. In the classes, everyone 
went to sleep, except the one who was reading, and when he thought he simply 
could'nt stay awake any longer, he woke up the next man. In individual study, 
everyone went to his bunk, got a book, and went to sleep. If Capt. Howard 
had to enter a tent, he always made a lot of noise so we all had a chance to wake 
up. As a great treat we were given French lessons by one of the French officers, 
and here we also slumbered. But some brother officers who really knew the 
language said it was just as well, because everything was all wrong anyhow. 

Up to the time General Martin arrived all our movements had been under a 
veil of secrecy — we could tell no one who we were, whence we came, and we didn't 
know ourselves what we were doing there. But the General spoiled everything 
by planting in full view of the population a large flag labelled "86 Div. " To 
celebrate the official breaking of secrecy orders, we went on a hike to Long Beach. 
The infantry school party had been attached to us for safety, and judging from 
their remarks, these young fellows had no respect for our pedestrian abilities. 
But we proceeded to show them. Under the leadership of our gallant commander, 
we covered ourselves with glory, our feet with blisters, and the twelve miles in 
three hours flat. We were a triumphant, but ruined, lot of artillerymen. 

At Long Beach, we were again confronted with the horrors of war, for a sub- 
marine had sunk an oil ship all over the beach and absolutely ruined it for decent 

We also took a trip to the Sandy Hook Proving Grounds where we saw lots 
of guns and things, and should have been horribly interested and professional 
and all that, but weren't, being anxious to return to New York for another fare- 
well party. 

The troops survived these battles remarkably well, John Hendee being the 
only casualty. He was sent to the hospital, tagged diphtheria. It was really 
only bronchitis, but the medics had probably discovered that to make their books 
come out right, they simply had to have one more case of diptheria, so poor John 
was elected. But the reader, gentle as ever, may judge how this group of sun- 
tanned warriors had succumbed to the enervating effects of luxurious civilization 
by the following anecdote. Fred Foltz, slumbering in bed at high noon, opened 
one eye and blandly surveyed, with absolutely no interest, the entrance of Lieut. 
Col. Perkins. The colonel gazed on the reclining one in despair (that is, the 
colonel was in despair) and said, "Mr. Foltz, I called you half an hour ago. Now 
will you pleas? get up!" 

At last the order to pack up came, and with it permission to leave camp as 
soon as all the baggage was ready. No sooner said than done, except Capt. 
Robinson, who in the midst of packing, suddenly dashed off to buy a Sam Browne 
belt. He was immediately dragged to earth by a flock of frantic pursuers and 
convinced that he could buy the belt after he packed. It took a long time but 
he finally saw it. Then off for the ultimate in farewell parties. The next morn- 
ing, no one was quite sure what anything was about, several were wandering 
around muttering to themselves, "Why, oh why do they make them so wonder- 
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The afternoon of Sept. 8th found the party on board H. M. S. ' ' W aimer 
which Tin I due course, P set sail for Europe. As the disappearance of the justly 
famous Statue of Liberty, and the human emotions 
been adequately chronicled in every article ever - 

ttendant thereon, have 
tten about trips to Europe, 

S^ a^ney E and o^ Wign p-ts, let it be merely noted that the 
Stat™ disappeared as usual, and we emoted as usual, except that most of us 
were calmly eating lunch at that particular moment. 

/inch is of no 
Jut after 

To the party had been added a regiment of field artillery, 
imoortance— and one hundred nurses, which is rather interesting. 
Xying the whole situation from all angles, the whole party determined to be 
rue to the innumerable girls each had left behind in various parts of the country. 
That is, all but Major Gaddis. Clan-king his spurs and spurning the deck he 
leaned into the midst of a lot of infantry people and things and earned off the 
fairest nurse. Thus was the honor of the regiment saved once more. 

The mnst interesting thing, of course, was the precaution taken against sub- 
males and now that fhe veitof secrecy has been lifted, we could tell a lot about 
them, i we only knew ourselves what they were all about But anyhow we 
sailed out of the harbor attended by a flock of airplanes, which left us when land 
disappeared, just when it seemed to us we really needed them. Then we were 
each given a life-preserver. We were all for that, as they made wonderful cushions 
for reclining on deck. Next we were all assigned to life-boats and rafts. Men 
forward were assigned to boats aft, and vice versa, supposedly to cause so much 
confusion that no boat could be launched until the sailors had had time to repair 
the leak and make such an absurdity unnecessary. Then we were informed that 
the alarm signal was to be lots of toots on the whistle. About the second day 
out the whistle tooted, and everyone's face immediately assumed that nonchalent 
look of detached and impersonal interest so often seen in a theatre mob when 
somebody hollers "Fire!" Someone saved the day by announcing Oh, they re 
just signalling." Then the alarm signal was changed to a bugle call (Assembly), 
but we soon found that they blew that for everything anyhow, and then we lost 
interest in their foolish precautions. What was the use anyhow, when, assuming 
that your favorite life-boat did get launched in safety, just as you were going to 
oet in it, someone would be sure to heave down a raft and break it in two, and 
then as you swam about, looking for a home, and finally spotted the only boat 
afloat and paddled up, expecting to be pulled aboard with a hearty welcome 
like they do in novels, some ill-mannered brute would say, "G wan, this boat s 
full " plant an oar in your face and shove you under, everyone in the neighbor- 
hood trying to remember "The Star Spangled Banner" so they could sing it for 
your benefit. 

We passed the time with the usual shipboard routine, three meals and tea 
a day, with a dance every afternoon. Dancing on board a ship is something 
to be 'passed over with a shudder. We also had guard duty, which meant that 
you stayed up all hours of the day and night and peered intently into the water, 
looking for submarines. That also soon became a bore, because whenever you 
did report any suspicious-looking beer bottle or banana peel, you were told that 
it had been seen hours ago from the bridge, and really wasn't dangerous, very. 
Col. Perkins entertained us a couple of times by reading a lot of A. E. F. orders 
which related to the only two subjects that A. E. F. orders were ever about. One 
was uniform regulations, which are consistently violated wherever possible. 

On Sept. 20th we sighted land and were met by a swarm of British destroyers 
which escorted us up the Firth of Clyde. Next morning found us safely docked 
at Glasgow. Hubert Howard immediately dashed off, like a hound on the scent, 
to a warehouse where a friendly Scot ladled out great quantities of government 
rum for him and his friends. Soon he returned with Henry Isham, who said 
that the land seemed to be rolling like the ship — he simply couldn't understand 



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Collecting Isham and the other imbibers together, the party marched off to 
the train which, soon, as is the habit of trains, started for its destination, Romsey. 
The country through which we passed was quite picturesque, as any reader of 
Scott knows. But what struck our attention most was the entire absence of 
the large painted cows, female forms reclining on moons, flying liver pills and 
other works of art which beautify our landscapes. Having fallen asleep in con- 
templating nature unadorned, we were tumbled out at three the next morning 
and told we had arrived. We soon reached the camp, but a few minutes walk 
from the station. We found that the great O. D. mind had, as usual, carefully 
noted the fact of our arrival, and had as carefully assigned us to tents already 
occupied by some one else. So we stood around in the rain for an hour or so 
until the usurpers could be persuaded to get up and out. We spent the night 
wishing the tent would keep out just a little of the rain. 

The next morning, we were given leave, and departed immediately lest they 
recall the permission. Some visited Southampton, and others, Winchester, where 
they saw lots of cathedrals, castles and things, and dined at places like "Ye God- 
Begot Inn." In Winchester could also be seen King Arthur's Round Table. Of 
course nobody knows whether or not there ever was such a person as that noble 
Briton, but it's interesting to note that if there was, he at least had a table, though 
in rather poor taste — all covered over with lurid paintings of one thing and 

On Sept. 24th we entrained for Southampton where we boarded the" Antrim," 
a tiny boat which could navigate the Chicago River without any difficulty. What- 
ever the number of men the boat would hold, she was enthusiastically loaded to 
twice her capacity, until she looked like a bit of bread or something with ants 
all over it. Men were stacked up in the halls, all over the deck, in the wash- 
basins, and not a few had to hang over the rail all night. Disembarking at Le 
Havre next morning, we marched to the rest camp, situated on top of a high hill. 
Like all other rest camps — no matter where you come from, by the time you get 
there, you certainly do need a rest. Here we rested, defeated the 333rd F. A. 
at baseball, drank wine in the Y. M. C. A. (O temporal O Methodists!), and a 
few visited town. At first it was announced that only field officers had leave, 
but after our mighty complaints, the rule was relaxed and everyone could go. 
Whereupon, with true human consistency, most of us decided we didn't want to 
go anyhow. 

Two days later we marched to the train. A French train in war times is a 
wonderful creation. The formula seems to be — take a large quantity of piano 
boxes, orange crates, old wheels (preferably flat), throw in a heap and mix well; 
take in large gulps, murmuring "C'est la guerre." On such a concoction "The 
Fighting Tourists" started for La Courtine. Of course, you understand, we were 
supposed to go to Le Courneau, but someone was not conversant with the nice- 
ties of the French language, or had decided that it didn't matter a lot where we 
went anyhow, so the next four days were spent in going to the wrong place, tied 
on to the end of a freight train or anything else that came along. 

Just outside of Le Havre, the train stopped for half an hour and Col. Perkins 
announced that we could go and forage for lunch, but simply had to be back at 
one o'clock sharp. The French interpreter, who was our guide, said he could 
lead us to some food and started out, followed by a throng of officers, our regiment 
being represented by Howard and Golding. After walking for miles, the party 
entered a French cafe. The interpreter immediately let fly a volley of words, 
which caused cooks and waitresses to assemble, wave arms, jump up and down, 
and scream at the top of their voices, which is the way with this calm race when 
food must be prepared in a hurry. At length a marvelous dinner appeared and 
was soon absorbed. By this time it was one o'clock, the station miles away, 
the interpreter still eating and refusing to commit himself further than to exclaim 
"Ah non! Ze train, eet weel not go wizout me. Ah non!" In the course of 




331!! FieldArtillery r f/ s 

human events, **^™^^^%^£^X% 
V^f^AhUn' Ze train ->but Hubert and "Shrapnel" tore after their 
claimed Ah non. Ae tram, , al hous everyone 

departing home hu ,d ng do, ikey cart g , ^ ^ asguring Maj 

cheering them on. Sate on >oara y escapade, Golding was im- 

^"r^h'etS pre^e "'of 'The Prisoners Club." The interpreter didn't 
cTtch un\v h uTfo^ d v , which left us voiceless where speech is quite the thing. 
We all Took a shot at inte preting, even Harry Webster, who can get along beauti- 
Jllh so long afthev let him do all the talking. But it wasn't any use, for none 
paid any attention to us, though we said all the best things at the proper times. 

paid any 

Everv night we used to stop over at some town or other and wait for the morn- 
in, train Ctching a room was quite a problem, especially in a place like Tours 
Xre a 1 the S OS. people seem to have about four rooms apiece. At one of 
Aese stops Harry Webster and John Simmons had to get up at five in the mornmg 
becau e they didn't know how to say "quarter of six." It is also said that one 
of them at a lunch stop, dashed into the buffet, collared a waitress, and holding 
hslef'hand dramatically in front of him, pointing to it with his nght uttered 
he word "Du Pain." Then placing his right hand carefully on his If he said 
"Ham " Then he removed the left hand from under the heap and placed it 
on top,' once more labelling it "Pain." To this performance, the waitress sweetly 
answered "Oh! You want a ham sandwich! 

After several days of travel we arrived at La Courtine Here at the station, 
the second heuts. were herded together and marched oft by themse ves, nobody 
knows why, except maybe the authorities thought the officers didn t want to be 
seen with 'them in a new town. Though it really wasn't a town, just a lot of 
cafe, and the school. Here we spent the week following in studying the same 
old subjects for the fourth or fifth time. It really was a good school though 
and quite unique in that the instructors tried to teach us what was new, instead 
of insisting that we "learn" what we'd known for years As a result, we com- 
pleted three weeks of the course in the week we were there. 

On October qth, we once more entrained, and this time, by some mistake, 
were headed for our proper station. We stopped at Bordeaux next evening, 
and disappeared in search of food and rooms. As it was very late, the food cur- 
few had rung and everything was closed. One youth grabbed the best looking 
girl he could find and into her always sympathetic ears, poured a heart-rending 
tale of starvation at the front, weeks without food. She immediately dashed oft 
and returned with mother, who kept a hotel. Standing in the midde pi the 
street, talking in large quantities, they discussed the approaching violation ot 
all the food regulations the French Government had ever invented. 1 hey took 
turns talking— one talking while the other screamed " Sh!" at her. Lots ol people 
passing by and nobody paying the slightest attention. 

The next morning we left Bordeaux and bumped along all day, taking nine 
hours to go the thirty miles to Le Courneau. Finally, we pulled into the station, 
and the first thing that met our sight was a long row of wine shops. We knew 
we were home! The regiment welcomed the return of its elite in a manner be- 

fitting their high position. Thus closes this tale of one thousand and one nights, 
more or less, spent in trains and bar rooms, inebriated and sober, in everything 
but war. Many were called, few chosen, and half of them never got to the front. 


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The mad scramble for mail 
ceased and Lieutenant Hubbel 
was halted in the middle of the 
Austin Hike. The good Adju- 
tant accompanied by Colonel 
Lambdin had entered the room. 
The Lieutenants and a few of the 
Captains stood up and removed 
y^n their Stetsons. The Adjutant 
P \ ISfc^i' T~X-f — called the roll of the Batteries 

^^J ;S|ir^Mfl) \ 11 1 ^oac and in a gruff voice growled 

■AHr— L jil— v^t^ar^ "Where's Meyers;" whereupon 

^S^J- \^ fy' ~ — ' Lieutenant Eisner spoke up and 

^ ^<0 offered one of his stock alibis. 

"Tis"then yielded the floor 
to the Colonel who gave a short 
criticizing in particular the way the body-breeching on "A" 
had been adjusted that morning. He directed that hereafter 
Battery Commanders personally inspect the harnessing of their teams before they 
leave the corrals. Then he again brought up the subject that the whip, not the 
reins, should be used in driving the off horse. Also that Doc Hunse had reported 
several cases of thrush in the Regiment and that Battery Commanders should 
inspect each horse's feet daily. (This tickled Rumpsey and Ron). After the 
Colonel got this off his chest he retired to the Mess Hall to avoid being knocked 
over by the 2nd lieutenants in the mad scramble for groceries. 

The Adjutant then took the floor and read a 
most important being as follows: 

talk on driving. 
Battery's tear 

imber of orders one of the 

Headquarters 86th Division 
Camp Grant, Illinois. 
To: Commanders of all Brigades, Regiments, Battalions, Detachments and 
Independent Units for their information, guidance and strict compliance. 
i. The Officers of the 86th Division will be present, for a group picture, at 
the natural amphitheater back of the Base Hospital at three o'clock this p. m. 

1st. Ind. 

Headquarters 331st Field Artillery, Camp Grant, Illinois. 

I. The Officers of this Regiment will assemble at 12:15 m ^ ront of these Head- 
quarters and will move out at 12:20. 

THE REGIMENT — Page 6 9 

rC^sisJ Field Artillery/^ 

the R oov 

Another very important order was 
to the effect that inasmuch as another 
General had died, Organization Com- 
manders would appoint one 2nd lieut- 
enant to attend the funeral the next 
afternoon, whereupon Captain Camp- 
bell informed Mr. Grigg to make it 
his duty to find Mr. Ramey. 

At this moment Captain Myers 
entered the room, elbowing his way 
through the crowd, experiencing no 
ittle difficulty getting by Dick Vincent 
and Steve Collins, stood in front of the 
Adjutant and demanded to know why 
"E" Battery, as usual, was issued_200 
identification tags while "F" received 
only 195. "Tis" called upon Danny 
Becker 'for assistance in soothing the 

After a heated discus- 

irate Captain whose hay-fever had gotten the best of him 

sion, Danny "sawed himself off" by saying, "Captain Myers, I cant talk to 


Athletic Director, C. D. Whitney then made an announcement. He said, 
"there is going to be some boxing at the "Y" tonight and in case anyone cares 
to see some boxing there is going to be some very good boxing at the Y tonight. 

Lieutenant Pease, doing a Major's work as Chief Mustering Officer, gave a 
short talk on service records and ordered all Assistant Mustering Officers to report 
at his quarters at 7:00 p. m. 

The Adjutant then inquired if anyone else wished to cast a few pearls. At 
this opening Captain Miller came to a Parade Rest, thrust his right hand between 
the second and third buttons of his blouse (custom Francaise), cleared his throat 
and delivered his heart rendering "Oration on Liberty Bonds." 

There being no further business, "Tis" declared the meeting adjourned, but 
as we started for Mess we were halted by Major Perkins shouting "TIME!" 
The Regimental Wireless Officer and Official Timekeeper Pease stated that owing 
to the prevailing atmospheric conditions he had been unable to get Arlington but 
he had made a special trip to Brigade Headquarters to get the Correct time from 
the Sergeant Major and Vic gave it to him straight from his wrist watch. "When 
I sav 'Zip' it will be about noon." "Zip!" and we beat it for chow. 



> 551!! Field Artillery, 


c > 

"Hey Gloomy, what does that old black skate out there remind you of?" 
The speaker was seated in a large, comfortable chair in front of a window in the 
XXXX club overlooking the busy street. He referred to a large, black, ewe- 
necked horse that was hitched to a coal wagon. The horse looked as if he had 
seen better days. His head was between his knees and he stood with one hip 
down. He had a peculiar, short, stubby tail, which hung down at an angle of 
about 800 mils and 
looked like a long used 
feather duster. The 
man addressed as 
Gloomy, turned from 
the Club bar, where 
he had been standing 
with one foot on the 
third rail, sipping 
what appeared to be a 
chocolate malted milk 
out of a tall slender 
glass. He gazed out 
the window at the 
horse and exclaimed 

"Well I'll be , I believe it's the old cow that Fernand used to equitate on, 

way back in the good old days at Campa Grant." "Say CD.", he said, "do you 
remember that first day we went out for equitation lessons under Major Perkins, 
down in the Headquarters Company corral? Colder than the devil, as I remember, 
and we were riding the gentlest horses we could find and using those old black, 
commercial McClellans. the black of which came off on our breeches." CD. (for 
it was none other than our old hero Carl Seedy, who dusted the Long Island 
suburban train in that never to be forgotten Marathon to Camp Mills, but that's 
another story,) beckoned to a passing waiter and ordered two nut sundaes, while 
Gloomy pulled up a chair to the window and Leaned Back. ' ' I sure don't remember 
nuthin' else", replied C D. "Gee! It certaintly was cold that morning. " "Sure 
was", agreed Gloomy, as he continued, "that was the time that Cappy Ron Web- 
ster got just the L-E-A-S-T bit frost bitten, wasn't it ?" "I think so", answered 
C. D. "Ron had lots of hard luck equitating. I guess he never did find a horse 
that exactly suited his style of riding." "I remember one time he chased down 
to see Danny Becker about having a horse surveyed and condemned because it 
had kicked him, but Danny couldn't figure that it was enough to condemn the 
animal on!" 

While Gloomy and C. D. were reminiscing, three others joined them at the 
window. They were greeted by the names of "Hard Robbie," "Charlie Alidade" 
and "General" Weikman. Another round of drinks was ordered and, while they 


'What Does that Old B 


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There Goes 'Stony 

were consuming them, a large touring car passed swiftly down the street. In the 
hack .eat of the car lolled a fat-faced, extremely prosperous looking mam The 
one known as "Hard Robbie" exclaimed, "there goes 'Stony' Warren, the boy 
artillerist! Say so you remember how he and Dick Vincent used to try and crowd 

themselves into bout 
a 'leven inch saddle?" 
"Charlie Alidade" 
spoke up, "old Dick 
sure used to think he 
had the best mount in 
Headquarters Com- 
pany, but then so did 
every one else from 
to Mess Sgt.Graber." 
"Old Whitney L. H. 
wasn't so keen for that 
old piebald nag of his 
was he, after he had to walk home a couple of times from way out southwest of 
the 333rd, where we had that first riding circle," asked "Gen." "Yes and how 
'bout John Hendee, that day the Regiment was reviewed by Gen. Martin and John 
was Adjuting for Maj. Perkins. He'd have sold his horse for a dime, when it 
threw him, and the saddle slipped around under its belly and was kicked 
to pieces," said C. D. "Those are the only exceptions" replied Charlie, ' the 
rest of the outfit was always arguing about having the best mounts." "Them 
sure wuz the days", spoke up Gloomy, who was beginning to thaw out under the 
influence of the drinks. "Boys the next round is on me. Waiter bring us some 
Coke." "We sure had some fun down on that riding circle," he continued, ' Do 
you remember how Charlie Messkits Goll used to enjoy mounting and dismounting 
without stirrups? And how Rumsey and old man Stiles used to enjoy turning 
their reins over to the man riding alongside, folding arms and taking the feet out 
of the stirrups, while the good Major introduced us to the tortures of the Sloiv 
Trot?" "Getting shook down in the saddle probably looks funny to you from 
here Gloomy," said Gen, "but I can't remember you calling it that, when you 
were bouncing around on that old wind-broken bay of yours, hitting him all the 
way from his'tail to his ears. It's a good thing we shipped you up to the Base 
Hospital when we did, as I figure that ap- 
pendicitis is the only thing that kept the 
Major and his Slow Trot from splitting you 
in two." "Is That So", replied Gloomy, 
again winning an argument. 

"I never liked nuthin' better'n to follow 
the Major on one of his cross country ramb- 
les", spoke Charlie Alidade, "jumping the 
ditches and fallen trees, climbing up and 
down the steep embankments and galluping 
across the open spaces was sure my dish." 
"Swifty held the record for galluping", said 
Gen as he glanced around to see if anyone 
was going to order another drink. "That old 
nag of his could gallup longer in one spot 
than any horse in the world." "Talking 
about galluping", said Hard Robbie, "always 
reminds me of the time Cappy Myers gal- 
luped madly passed Col. Lambdin in the 
Lower Pass. The Cappy was on old Sam 
and he tore past the Col., going like H — 1, 

'We sure had some Fun on that 
Riding Circle" 


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and as he passes he turns out what he 
considers a snappy salute, but he 
doesn't slacken his pace a bit. That 
ended gallupingfor the whole Regiment 
for the rest of our stay at Camp Rob- 
inson, just like Roddy put the 'finny' 
on Guinnes's Stout at Cherbourg for 
the rest of the whole U. S. Army." 

"Jumping was the real sport." 
said C. D. "Do you remember how we 
used to assemble on the riding circle 
back of the 1st Bn. Barracks and Hub- 
bell would call the roll! That was a 
great hurdle that Hub built us to 
jump over!" "The Major cer- 
tainly complimented him on its con- 
struction", said Gen. "Did you say 
complimented?" asked C. D. "Why 
"I Never liked Nuthin' better'n to Follow the out in Mt. Pleasant whenever anyone 
Major on one cf his Cross Country Rambles." gets complimented that way, they have 

to call the coroner. I remember one 

time when Billy Moog . " Before 

C. D. could get a good start he was throttled by the others, whose patience had 
long since been exhausted by his Iowa narratives. "Jumping was good sport", 
continued Charlie Alidade, "altho it's a wonder we weren't hurt going over the 
jumps with arms folded and no stirrups. I guess that outside the spills that 
Wally Allen and Major and some of the rest of us took, that our only casualty 
was the time Brown broke his leg, when his horse rolled and fell on him, going 
up a steep embankment back of the Supply Company corral." "Some of the 
boys had hard work teaching their nags to jump, ' ' said Charlie. "Do you remember 
the trouble John Pearce used to have with that speckled horse of his?" "I can 
remember how the Major used to sing out, 'Use Your Legs! Drive That Horse! 
Rat Him! Don't Let Him Ride You!' when Stony or Vince or Vern Welsh or 
some of the others would get their horses right up to the hurdles and then let 
them stop and turn around." At this time Hard Robbie managed to get the 
waiter's eye and turning to the boys he asked, "What'll you have?" "Wish I 
had you birds down at Foulon's or even in good old La Testee de Buch and I'd 
buy you a couple of quarts of Chateau Y Quern, but I suppose you've forgotten 
that stuff now tho." "It's only a memory with me", said Gen, "but I could 
stand another Coke. Waiter, put in just a dash of lemon." "It's about time 
it's gotten to only be a memory with you Gen", 
said C. D., "seeing as you're the guy that got 
Arcachon put on 'off limits' for Camp Hunt." 
Gloomy came to the rescue, before the fight 
became general, by asking Charlie if he re- 
membered the Saturday noon that Rumsey 
Campbell, who was all dolled up for a week- 
end in Chi, had gone down to the stables to 
inspect the feet of the Headquarters Company 
horses. His Chicago trip was indefinitely post- 
poned. Charlie answered that he'd never for- 
get it and he then went on to relate of the 
experience that Wally Lyon had in teaching 
his men how to pick up their horse's feet. 
Ordinarily in "C" Battery that end of the 
work fell to Honest John Samsey, but for some 
reason on this day Wally had to do it and he 

"Jumping was the Real Sport." 

EGIMENT — Page 73 

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started well, but — . Evident- 
ly a snake had been tied on 
the picket line where the gentle 
horses should have been and 
Wally got his. 

"I'll tell you who enjoyed 
equitating." said Gloomy-" old 
Major Vogel and his Medicos. 
Do you remember the rocking- 
horse black that Kincaid used 
to ride and the big roan that 
old fox Crowe and Dad Mel- 
cherson used to herd around 

"Use Your Legs! Drive that Horse! 
Bat him! Don't let him Ride you!" 
the narade ground?" "I'll say I do", replied Hard Robbie, "and I can recall 
Ww Washburn nd Cap Farquhar used to ease over the hurdle and I'll never 
We Doc Farquhar's famous command to the medical detachment, when he 
had them out for mounted drill one day. Doc calls the detachment to atten- 
tion (he must have had at least ten men out to dnll,) and he gave his. commands 
in a tone that wasn't any louder than one would need in telling a division to do 
right bv squads. You know, 'bout like Robbie Robinson would use in conversing 
with a 'captive balloon that wasn't over five or ten kilometers distant. Old Doc 
sings out 'Prepare to Mount! Yo II ' -0—0-0-0-0-0!!! 

"Blamed if that aint good enuf for the lemon phosphates", said Charlie, push- 
ing the button for the handsome waiter, and continuing, that lifeless old yellow 
cow, that Tiz used to ride, when he first came back from Sill, was a Darb, and 
the stiffed up, old, foundered nag that Danny Becker wished off on Major Gaddis 
was certainly what Gus Stuart would call a 'daisy . Neither one of those two 
horses had pep enuf to step over a string, even if there had been a peck of oats 
un the other side. " " Speaking of Tiz'u yellow cow reminds me of Cappy Howards 
horse " said Gen. "Hubie must sure have had on the smoked glasses the day he 
purchased him." "'F' Btrv, had the good mounts", said Hard Robbie 1 he 
horse that King Cole used to ride was a peach." "Yes he was a good one , 
said C. D., "but he was the only decent animal you had. Look at that old surrey 
horse Pedro that Percussion Precision John Simmons used to think so much of, 
and the old cow-hocked Sam that Butts thought was so much, and those ponies 
that Ed Eisner and Ralph Frew always rode!" Before C. D. could go further 
Hard Robbie interrupted, "vou can't say I didn't have a good mount, why ^ he was 
the fastest walking horse in the regiment." "Was that your own individual 
mount?" inquired C. D. sarcastically. "Why I always thought that that plug was 
a wheeler off one of your caisson teams that vou were riding until Becker issued 
your outfit some regular horses, and as for walking fast, say, that little black pony 
that I loaned you the time your horses were being tested for glanders, could walk 
faster backwards." Gloomy and Charlie stepped in between the two before any- 
thing could happen, as C. t>. had touched Bob on his tenderest spot, when he 
slandered old Pushfoot and, then again, when he recalled the time he played a 
practical joke on Bob by loaning him a bucking horse. However, Bob only laugh- 
ed, remarking, "anytime anyone from 'E' Btry. could kid him about horses, 
after the kind of skates they had!" "Say C. D.," he went on, "that was some- 
thing pretty nifty in horses vou loaned 'Little Frank' Ramey to ride in the 
Liberty Loan Parade in Rockford. He wasn't much more than 18 hands high and 
not much thinner than a dime, and outside of being too old and stiff to step over 
his shadow, he was perhaps as good as any you had. And the way your Black 
Horse Troop jigged in that parade was only exceeded by 'D' Btry. Of course 
you couldn't hope to beat 'D' when Norm Sterling holds the record for teaching 
more horses to jig than any other ten officers in the U. S. Army." "That 
sorrel of Mitch's was a peach", said Gloomy, trying to change the subject.. "He 
had lots of style and speed." "Mitch used to have hard work holding him in 



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at cavalry drill", said Gen. "They'd get way out in front of the Major when we'd 
gallup, but at that he wasn't as hard-mouthed as that bay of George Miller's. 
I don't believe George ever did hold him in, and when the Major would lead us 
in those serpentine twists, George would have an awful time, riding into every- 
body and getting out of line." 

"Who would you say was the best rider in the outfit, that is of course, excep- 
ting Col. Lambdin, the Major and Danny Becker or Marks?" asked Gen as he 
drained the last drop in his glass. "Well", began CD., "it's admitted that 
Aaron Colnon is the best rider in the Brigade and that ought to entitle him to 
honorable mention for the best in the regiment." "Depends on who does the 
admitting", said Gen. "Do you remember the time Major Perkins heard Aaron 
cluck at his horse when we were out at 
equitation? The Major sounded off about 
like this, 'Mister Colnon Stop Clucking at that 
Horse! You're Not Driving J Hen!!!'" "Patri- 
cian Bob Golding always looked well on a 
horse and so did Hubbell," said Gloomy. "I 
cant say about Hub", said Hard Robert, "but 
Golding always looked on a horse about like 
a wooden clothespin on a line, with his long 
legs and highwater boots." "Boys," said 
C. D., "you've all overlooked the prize 
winner. Who was it that was so irresistable 
when mounted upon horse or piano stool? 
Whose picture is on the postal cards, that the 
fair co-eds of Madison are still purchasing by 
the gross? Who was the dashing rider that 
posed for the said picture, leaning picturesque- 
ly, cowboy fashion from his steed and accept- 
ing the tributes of Camel cigarettes and Juicy 
Fruit gum from Wisconsin's fairest damsels?" 
There was no need for him to ask further. 
All agreed that the medal be awarded the 
Peerless Stony. 

During this discussion Gen managed to 
slip away. The fact that it was his turn to 
buy the drinks did not hold him back when he 
had business to attend to, and he had just 
remembered an important engagement. The 
rest also remembered that they had other things to attend to and started on 
their way. That is, all left excepting Gloomy, who remained seated before the 
window. "What'll you do when you get somewhere's else?" he asked. "And 
then what?" 

'Partrician Bob Golding al 
looked well on a horse.' 




3315! FieldAr tilleryy/Tf 

Caisson Song 

n r hill ov ei dale as we hit the dust-y trail and the 
In the storm in the night, act-ion left or act-ion right, see the 


Caiss-onsgo ro.l-inga long, ^ - d ° U ^^. er march and right a- 

Caiss-onsgo roll-ing a long, limb-er *™£ J^ to ^ ntyOTrcaiHltm _ 

boutandtheCaiss-onsgoroll-inga long, Thenits Hi! Hi! Hee! in the 
eer, and theCaiss-onsgoroll-inga long. 

Field ar-till-er-y, shout out your numb-ers loud and strong, where e'er you go 

You will al-ways know that the Caiss-ons go roll-ing a-long. Batter-y ! Halt ! 

(Keep them rolling) 


\3511 1 FieldArtilleiy, 

Officers' Statistics 

Number of Offic 

Student 9 

Army 7 

Law) er 5 

Manufacturing 4 

Civil Engineer 3 

Phvsican & Surgeon . 3 

Architect 2 

Bonds and Invest- 
ments 2 

Cost accounting ... 2 

Dentist 2 

Electrical Engineer . 2 

Mechanical Engineer 2 

the Regiment 

Of, upation previous to the Present War 
q Physical Director and Mining Engineer 


Printing & Publishing 


Wholesale Grocer 

Ad\ ertising 



Credit man 

Efficiency Expert 


Grain Dealer 



Railroad Construction 

Real estate 

Retail business 

Sales correspondence 
Salesman of: 


Creamery Goods . . 

Dry Goods 



Pig Iron 

Captains 31 yrs 

Average age, 101S. 
5t Lieutenants. .27 yrs. 

2nd Lieutenants 25 yrs. 

19 years 

10 years 

6 years 

; years 

Military experience previous to the present war. 

2 1 year 9 

... 2 6 mos 2 

4 years 2 

3 years 2 

2 years 12 

1 yr. 6 mos 3 

Total 36 

Married 20 

(8 cf these married during war) 

College Graduates /-' 

Colleges and Universities represented (Graduates and Undergraduates) 

Illinois 9 

Yale 7 

Williams 4 

Iowa State 3 

Northwestern 3 

Wisconsin 3 

Chicago 2 

Michigan 2 

Harvard Law .... 
Northwestern Law 

Ohio State . . . 


California .... 
Dartmouth . . . 


Iowa Weslevan 
Miami ....'... 

Mo. School of Mines 

New York 





Rensselaer Poly Inst. 

Graduate Schools repr 
Bennett Medical . . 
Rush Medical . . . . 


1 TJ. of Illinois Medical 

Illinois 31 

Iowa 7 

New York 5 

Ohio 4 

California 3 

Massachusetts 3 

Home State: 

Minnesota 3 Kansas . . . 

Pennsylvania 3 Michigan . 

Missouri 2 New Jersey 

Rhode Island 2 Texas .... 

Wisconsin 2 Utah 

Arkansas 1 

Number carrying insurance, and amount carried. 
$10,000 — 71. Value of insurance $710,000 

\ 551 !1 Field Artillery, j 

Regimental Statistics 

(exclusive of officers) 

The following statistics were compiled from the records of 1290. names, the 
records of twelve of the members of the regiment who remained in France, being 

Total number of men in the regiment on November 1 1, 1918 I } 1 1 

Average Age iqiS — 26 years. 
Youngest Man — 16 years, 11 mos. 

Francis R. Gray, Med. Det. 
Oldest Man — 44 years, 8 mos. 

George H. Given, Hqrs. Co. 
Average Height — 5 ft. 7.57 inches. 
Shortest Man — 4 ft. 11 inches. 

Arthur W. Keller, Hqrs. Co. 

Tallest Man — 6 ft. 5. 3 , inches. 

Harold D. Parker, Btry. A. 
Average Jl'eight — 152.21 lbs. 
Lightest Man — 100 lbs. 

Clarence M. Hada, Btry. B. 
Heaviest Man^zi* lbs. 

Chas. R. Rickleff, Sup. Co. 

Married 1 ^S 

(57 of these married during the War.) 

Military Experience Previous to War 

[8 years 1 

7 years 1 

6 years 1 

5 years 1 

4 years 11 

3 years 9 

2 years 6 mos 1 

2 years 6 

1 year 6mos 1 

1 year 9 

6 months 8 

Less than 6 mos 9 

Number carrying Insurance, and amount carried: 

£10,000 1216 

7,000 1 

5,000 73 

3,000 3 

2,000 1 

None r 

Value of Insurance £12,54^,000 
Value 'including Officers) £13,253,000 

Adventist 1 

Catholic ;io 

Arkansas 2 

Canada 1 

Colorado 4 

Connecticut 1 

Florida 1 

Georgia 1 

Illinois 227 

Indiana 13 

Iowa 12 

Christian Science 

1 No Preference 150 

7 Protestant S30 


Kansas 1 

Kentucky 2 

Michigan 6 

Minnesota 245 

Missouri 5 

Mississippi 1 

Nebraska 1 

New York 7 

North Dakota 2 

Ohio s 

Oklahoma 1 

Pennsylvania 3 

South Dakota 3 

Tennessee 1 

Texas 1 

Wisconsin 753 


\331 S J Field ArtilleiY^L 

Occupation Previous to the War 

Accountant 4 

Army 1 

Artist 2 

Auto trimmer J 

Baker 4 

Banker 2 

Barber " 

Blacksmith 8 

Bookkeeper 18 

Brakeman 7 

Brewer ' 

Brick layer I 

Business .Man 12 

Butcher i° 

Butter Maker 3 

Carpenter 3' 

Chauffeur 3 

Cheese Buyer 

Cheese Maker 

Cigar Maker 

Civil Engineer 

Clerk 7 

Concert Singer 

Concrete Worker .... 

Conductor R. R 

Conductor Street Car 
Construction foreman 


Die Fitter 

District Manager . . . 




Electrician 2 

Elevator Operator . . . 


Factory Worker ... .30 

Farmer 555 

Florist 2 

Foreman's Assistant . I 

Foundryman 3 

Freight Handler .... 1 

Fruit Dealer . . . 

Garageman . 

Grain Buyer 



Hotel Keeper 

Iceman . 

Janitor . 

Jeweler . 


Laborer 93 


Leather Worker 




Machinist ; 

Machinists Helper . . 

Mail Carrier 

Mail Clerk 

Marble Cutter 


Meat Packer 

Mechanic : 


Milk Tester 




Moving pict. operator 


Newspaper Reporter 


Paper Maker 



Physical Director 

Pipe Fitter 





Railroad Aeent 

R.R. Fireman 

Railroad Man 

Road Maker 



Saloon Keeper 

Secretary(Private) . 

Section Boss 

Section Hand 

Sheet Metal Worker 



Stationary Engineer. . 
Steel Foundry Worker 

Steel Inspector 



Stock Keeper 


Stone Mason 

Structural steel worker 

Student 3 

Switchboard Operator 

Switchman . 




Technical Engineer 


Theatrical Man . . 


Toolmaker ...... 

Traffic Manager . 


L T pho!?terer 


Watchmaker .... 







George J|. Pcber 
Haurence C. Jf isfjer 
Eetnljarb ^. Holle 
€>tto lUnge 
&nt>r ^estfjutsi 

©hey Bieft ftv ®hri* (fomnfry 

Captain Hubert E. Howard 

3315! FieldArtilleryvf 


: Lieut. Merritt C. Bragdon 

Robert N. Golding 




Captain Hubert E. Howard 
Iowa, June 19, 18S9. Ph. B. Parsons College, 1909. ] 
•>], 1912. Lawyer. Corporal 

Battery C, 1st Illinois F.A. 
iqic to igi7;served on Mexican border, summer of 1916. First Reserve Officers' 
Training Camp, Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Commissioned Captain F.A., August 
ic ,917. Assigned to Battery A, 33ist Field Artillery Aug. 30, 1917. On de- 
tached service as student, School of Fire. Fort Sill, Okla Dec 5, 1917 to Feb. 
18 1918 On detached service as instructor at Fourth Officers Training Camp, 
Camp Grant, 111., May 6 to July 3, 1918. On detached service with Advance 
Party, August 13 to Oct. 12, 1918. 

First Lieutenant Newton O. Holt 
Mechanical engineer. Served on Mexican border summer of 1916, as Private, 
Batterv D, 1st Illinois F.A. First Reserve Officers' Training Camp, Fort Sheridan, 
111. Commissioned 1st. Lieutenant F.A. Aug. 15, 1917. Assigned to Battery A, 
331st FA Aug. 30, 1917. In command of Battery from Dec. 5, 1917 to I'eb. 
18 1918. On detached service at School of Fire, Fort Sill, Okla., April 9 to June 
21, 1918. Assigned to School of Fire, Fort Sill, Okla. as instructor, June 21, 
1918. Battery executive. 

First Lieutenant Merritt C. Bragdon, Jr. 

Illinois, Nov. 19, 1892. A.B. Northwestern University, 


n at F.vanston, ... 
1913. LL.B. Harvard Law School, 1916. Lawyer. First Reserve Officers 
Training Camp, Fort Sheridan, 111. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F.A. Aug. 15, 
1917. Assigned to Batterv A, 331st F.A. Aug. 30, 1917- Promoted to 1st Lt. 
F.A. Dec. 31, 1917. On detached service as student at School of Fire, Fort Sill, 
Okla., April 24 to June 28th, 1918. In command of Battery from Aug. 13 to Oct. 
12, 1918. Battery reconnaissance officer. 


A 5311? Field Artillery 

( (f 

nd Lieut. Edward C. Weikman 

znd Lieut. How/! 

First Lieutenant Robert N. Golding 

Born at New York City. Oct. 9, 1892. A.B., Williams College, 191 5. Student 
at Northwestern Law School 1915 to 1917. Served on Mexican border, summer 
of 1916, as Private, Battery C, 1st Illinois F.A. First Reserve Officers' Training 
Camp, Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Commissioned as 2nd Lieut. F.A. Aug. 1 5, 1917. 
Attached for instruction to Cooks' and Bakers' School, Camp Grant, Illinois, Aug. 
19 to Aug. 29, 1917. Attached to 332nd F.A. as Regimental Mess Officer, Aug. 
29, 1917. Assigned to 331st F.A. Sept. 14, 1917. Assigned to Headquarters 
Co. Oct. 6, 1917. Promoted to 1st Lt. F.A. Dec. 31, 1917. On detached service 
as student at School of Fire, Fort Sill. Okla., May 7 to June 28, 1918. On detached 
service with Advance Party Aug. 13 to Oct. 12, 1918. Assigned to Battery A 
Oct. 12, 191S. Battery executive. 

Second Lieutenant Edward C. Weikman 

Born at Philadelphia, Pa., Aug. 7, 1888. Salesman. Served on Mexican 
border, summer of 1916 as Private, Bat. C, 1st Illinois F.A. First Reserve Officers' 
Training Camp, Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F.A. Aug. iq, 
1917. Assigned to Battery A, 331st F.A., Aug. 30, 1917. Battery officer in 
charge of horses. 

Second Lieutenant Howard R. Copley 

Born at Joliet, 111., Jan. 4, 1895. Ph. B., University of Chicago, 1917. First 
Reserve Officers' Training Camp, Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Commissioned 2nd 
Lieut. F.A., Aug. iq, 1917. Assigned to Battery A, 331st F.A., Aug. 30, 1917. 
Battery property officer, telephone officer, assistant executive. 



331 f! Fiel d Artillery, 


Officers Attached 
To Battery 

ist. Lieut. Stephen W. Collins 
In Command of Battery, May 22 to July j, 1918 

ist. Lieut. Gene F. Graham 

December 191 7 to May 191 8. 

In Command of Battery, May 6 to May 22, 191 8. 

ist. Lieut. James W. Bpooks 
December 1917 to May 1918. 

2nd. Lieut. Homer W. Dahringer 
Fall and Winter 1917 — 1918. 

2nd. Lieut. Richard C. Barler 
Fall and Winter 1917— 191 s - 

2nd. Lieut. Leslie T. Bare 
December 1917 to May 1918. 

2nd. Lieut. D. Bi igii Grassett 
Fall 1917. 

2nd. Lieut. C. Cole 
Fall 1917 


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First Sergeant 

Date of Enlistment Promotions 

Boelke, Carl A. 


Corp. Oct. 1, '17. Sgt. Nov. 15, 


'17, 1st Sgt. Aug. iS, '18. 

! • [1 

Mess Sergeant 

Greffenius, Albert F. 

q- 7-17 

Sgt. Oct. 1, '17. Mess Sgt. Oct. 1, '17 

7 :^ 

Supply Sergeant 

DeVoe, John M. 


Sgt. Oct- 1, '17. Supply Sgt. Oct. 1, '17 


Stable Sergeant 


Mechelke, William F. 


Sgt. Oct. 18, '17. Stable Sgt. Feb. 21, 

5 : 


Oldenburg, Walter F. 

9- 7-17 

Sgt. Oct. 1, '17. 

Swan, Bernard R. 

9- 7-17 

Corp. Oct. 1, '17. Sgt. Nov. 15. '17. 

Fitzpatrick, Christopher 

E. 9- 7-17 

Corp. Oct. 1, '17. Sgt. July n, 'i8. 

Maney, Nicholas E. 


Corp. Nov. 15, '17. Sgt. July u, '18. 

Tbiel, Arthur H. 

9- 18-17 

Corp. Nov. 15, '17. Sgt. July n, '18. 

Rice, Harry J. 

1- 7-18 

Corp. Apr. s; '18. Sgt. Oct. 15, '18. 

n :i 

Neely, Laurence C. 

1 1-20- 1 7 

Corp. Apr. 8, '18. Sgt. Oct. 15, '18. 

\'< -\ 

Ickes, Wilmarth 

4- 1 8-1 8 

Corp. Oct. 15, '18. Sgt. Nov. 1, '18. 

1 : ; !j/ 

Lucia, Fred J. 


Corp. Oct. 1. '17. Sgt. Dec. 1, '18. 

Reschke, John H. 

9-1 8-1 7 

Corp. Nov. 15, '17. Sgt. Dec. 1, '18. 


•i : 

Hubler, Donald S. 

9- 7-17 

Corp. Oct. 1, '17. 

Zobel, Julius H. 

10- 2-17 

Corp. Nov. 15, '17. 

Carrier, Myron J. 

9- 7-17 

Corp. Nov. 15 '17. 

Chafaris., John M. 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Feb. 12, '18. Corp.July 

Koehn, August W. 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Feb. I2,'i8. Corp.July 

Pfeiffer, Arthur J. 

10- 2-17 

Corp. July 11, '18. 

Shafer, Erwin L. 

10- 2-17 

Corp. }ulv 11, '18. 

McEssy, William R. 

9-1 8-1 7 

Corp. Oct'. 15, '18. 

W aimer, Delmar E. 


Corp. Ocl. 15, '18. 

Williams, John A. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Parker, Harold D. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Mahoney, Thomas P. 

4- 2-18 

Corp. Oct. 15, 'is. 

Tollefsrud, Merwin B. 

5- 7-i8 

Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Phillips, Clarence A. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 


Quant, Elmer E. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Burke, Leo E. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Fearon, Frank J. 


Corp. Oct. 15, '18. 

Kendig, William B. 


Corp. Nov. 1, '18. 

Rohrer, Herbert A. 


Corp. Nov. 1, '18. 

Wagley, Ernest N. 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 

Hildreth, Edward C. 

BATTERY A — Page 8 7 


Pvt'. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 
1, '18. 





331 5! Field Artillery^ 

N^ J). ^^ A ... — 

1 J 

Corporals D 

vte of Enlistment Promotions. 

Fitzgerald, \\ illi im C. 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 
1 '18. 

Ohlin, Phillip B. 


Pvt'. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 
1 '18. 

Selvig, James J. 
Lundgren, Joseph 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 

1, '18. 
Pvt. 1st. CI. Nov. 1, '18. Corp. Dec. 

1, '18. 

J: ; 

V ' 





Dorn, Herbert J. 
Frost, Anton F. 
Norman, Leon E. 

4-29-1 8 

9- 7-17 
9" 7-i7 

Cook Nov. 1, '18. 
Cook Apr. 1, '18. 
Cook Oct. 1, '17. 

/ ^ 



r ^ 

Kind, Edward E. 


Horseshoer July 10, '18 

\ ' / 

Scheller, Arthur H. 


Horseshoer Dec. I, '17. 



Braun, Martin P. 


Mechanic Nov. I, '18. 


Kent, Sheldon E. 

7,- 2-18 

Mechanic Nov. 1, '18. 

, :/ 

Liebhauser, Joe J. 


Pvt. 1st. CI. Feb. 12, '18. Mechanic 
Apr. S, 'iS. 

1 1 

v . '/ 

Zelenski, Ben J. 


Mechanic Dec. 24, '17. 


Schwantz, Albert F. 


Saddler Apr. 8, '18. 




Keuler, Henry }. 

9- 18-17 

Bugler Feb. 12, '18. 

Klinke, Wilbur J. 


Bugler Feb. 12, '18. 

Mc Grail, Verne 


Bugler Aug. 20, '18. 


Date of 

Privates Date of 

First Class 


First Class Enlistment 

Anderson, John C. 


Magden, Grant E. 7-26-18 

Bahr, Emil 0. P. 

9-1 8-1 7 

Meyer, George C. 5-29-18 

Bohan, Francis 

10- 2-17 

Oelke, Benjamin H. 9- 7"i7 

Broadway, Arthur 


Palmer, Alvin D. 10- 2-17 

Bunch, Russell 


Petropulos, John A. 9-18-17 

Dcbbins, Jonas H. 


Phillips, Leonard 9-1 8-1 7 

Duzinski, Frank H. 

10- 2-17 

Pufahl, Edward G. 9-18-17 

Gentry, Hobart F. 


Quinn, Joseph J. 6-24-18 

Gratton, William 

9-1 8-1 7 

Rohde, Fred A. 5-29-18 

Hess, Lyle E. 


Smith. Alfred G. 9-18-17 

Hooley,'Matt C. 


Towne, Elton R. 12-5-17 

Johnson, Reuben C. 

10- 2-17 

Towne, Floyd F. 10- 2-17 


Jones, William R. 


Trappe, John R. 4-25-18 

Kilmer, Charles J. 


Van Keuren, Harry E. 4-29-18 

L r 

Klix, Frank H. 

9-1 8-1 7 

WeishofT, Harrv W. 9-18-17 



Kratzke, Adin J. 


Westerveld, Charlie G. 9-18-17 

Le Verty, Frederick A. 


Zeliath, Gunnar 6-24-18 



Lowry, Charles E. 


Ziesemer, Frank A. 9-18-17 


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Date of 

Date of 






Abendroth, Allen E. 

7-24-1 8 

Groskopf, Paul 0. 


Allen, Leroy G. 


Hallstrom, Leonard G. 


Anderson, Eskil A. 


Halpap, Herman C. 



Anderson, Julius J. 


Hansen, Lorens 


; ; 

Andrefeski, Thomas 

4-25- 18 

Head, Frank 


Bacon, George C. 


Jannusch, Edward 


Bartels, Henry W. 


Janyja, Wojcieh 



Baumann, Arthur W. 


Jones, Robert M. 


Berkey, Claude E. 

6- 2 4- IS 

Kapraun, Louis A. 


Bianckini, Angelo 

5 24 is 

Keller, George H. 


Bishop, Carl 

6 24 is 

Knauss, Harvey H. 


Blom, Elmer N. 

4" 20- 1 8 

Knoll, Earl M. 



Bober, Louis E. 


Kramer, Ernest A. 

9- 7-17 


Bockin, Walter F. 


Kublank. Carl A. 



Braje. Joseph Z. 


Lackus, Peter J. 


;; ■) 

Brandt, Raymond F. 


Lada, Ladislav 


:: lJ 

Broughton, Ermine C. 


I.enz, Fred 


Vh x 

Brown, Lloyd M. 


Lindstadt, John H. 


■ ■ 

Cannon, Lester 


Mc Inernev, John W. 


-- i? 

Carlson, Charlev G. 


Millar, John W. 

7-25-18 ■ 

Chaflin, Ellis J. 


Morong, Andrew 


Clemins, John 


Nelson', Alvin G. 


> j! 

Cobb, Charles 0. 


Peterson, Peter S. 


Collins, William L. 


Petraszak, John S. 



Corey, Vern 


Raminger, Henry A. 


Crass, Walter A. 


Saue, John P. 


Crouch, Ernest 


Shoemaker, Ernest A. 


Crowner, Warren R. 


Smith, Clyde L. 


Cunningham. Francis C. 


Smith, William 


Day, Clark E. 


Steinbach, Christian J. 


Dillon, Joseph C. 


Sullivan, George R. 


Dwyer, Cornelius W. 


Sveom, Austin 


Engstrom, Otto W. 


Thompson, Alvin T. 


Erdman, William J. 


Thompson, Henry 


Erickson, William F. 


Thorns, Robert A. 


Gillespie, Joseph J. 


Urbanski, Steven 


Gonnering, Peter J. 


Volk, John 


Gorski, Charles 


Vrany, Frank 


Grafelman, Theodore A. 


Wagner, Nick 
Wa'flen, Sigurd B. 


Grebner, Albert 



BATTERY A -Page S 9 

Top Row— 

SrLui «,,r-Shoemaker, Hess, Ohlin, Quant, Carrier, Bober, HuHcr Mad • ^"^.^^^ 
Thud K„«-Frost, Ickes, McKssy, landstad. \ ale,, Join,. .„. Berkcv, t nlk;,,- , \ K , a IS 
5o«om *™-Mechelke, Fitzgerald, Kendig, Bahr, Millar, Walmer, Gratton, Khx, ^ 


Top Row— Meyer, Corey, E. Anderson, Groskopf, Andrefeski, Williams, Fitzpatrick, Hooley, Schwantz, Bunch, Bartels, Clen 

Second Row— Gonnering, Kratzke, Erickson, Trappe, Ik-ad, Allen, Day, Oelke, Zobel, Sane 

Third Row—R. Jones, Westerveld, Lowrv, Cunningham, Erdman, Selvig, Vrany, F. Towne, Dorn, Dobbins 

Bottom Row— Grebner, Petropulos, Lund'gren, H. Thompson, Knoll, LeVerty, Dillon, Broughton, Raminger 


lii ' 

hi i 






-Ai. •* 


Top Row— Koehn, Thiel, Sveom, J. J. Anderson, Mclnerney, Duzinski, Kramer, Kilmer, Tollefsrud, Kind, Petraszak, Baumann 

Second Row — Pfeiffer, J. C. Anderson, Braun, Blom, Lackus, Palmer, Bockin, Swan, Peterson, Burke, Collins 

Third Row— Chaffin, Morong, Klinke, Crouch, Ahendroth, Weishoff, Volk, Rohrer, Bohan, L. Phillips 

Bottom Row — Norman, Knauss, Liebhauser, Kent, Lt.Weikman, Lt. Golding, Capt. Howard, Lt. Bragdon, Lt. Copley, Janyja, A.G. Sn 

Top Row— Wagley, Keller, Sullivan, Brown, Crowner, Jannusch, Nelson, Parker, Oldenburg, Boelke 

Second Row — Hallstrom, Kapraun, Cannon, Ziesemer, Carlson, Mahoney, A. Thompson, Urbanski, Zeliath, Broadwav, Chafaris 

Third Row— Gentry, Brandt, C. Phillips, Hansen, E. Towne, Keuler, Braje, Kublank, Steinbach, W. Jones 

Bottom Row— Hildreth, Scheller, C. Smith, Lada, Bianckini, Wagner, Bishop, Bacon, Cobb, Fearon, Neely 


33 1 f! Fiel d Artillery, 

Former Members of Battery A 

Peter G. Amacher 
Henry C. Anderson 
Norman Anderson 
Nils Anderson 
Peter A. Apostolopulas 
Augusl Axcelson 
Frank Bailey 
Leo Baldwin 
Sam M. Bashour 
Elmer E. Becker 
Soren A. Benson 
Lawrence L. Berg 
George N. Bever 
Richard A. Billings 
George A. Birschbach 
Wilbur G. Blackbird 
*john F. Blair 
Henry P. Blank 
Edward W. Bloedow 
Victor W. Boers 
Edward W. Boom 
Sam B. Boslev 
Phillip J. Braun 
Walter E. Braeutigam 
Lincoln W. Breese 
Charles C. Brunhoefer 
Henry A. Busse 
Leonard R. ButenhofT 
James J. Carr 
Jesse M. Carrell 
Frank Clough 
James J. Correy 
Herman E. Corrigan 
*Frank W. Cosgrove 
Otto L. Cyrtmus 
William G. Dauman 
Gerald G. Deering 
George Deitte 
Joseph J. DeGroot 
Lawrence C. Ditsworth 
William A. Doms 
Robert A. Easley 
Joseph Einberger 
Jacob L. Eiteuner 
Earl M. Evans 
George Evans 
Emil A. Feldt _ 
Lawrence C. Fisher 
Frank E. Fleming 
Lee W. Foote 
Dwight W. Fowler 
Thomas M. Freuen 
Leo A. Francisco 

*Later Commissioned. 

Frank T. Fraser 

Louis M. Froiseth 
James J. Gavagan 
Phillip J. Gazecki 

Thomas T. Gentles 
Edward J. Gilgenbach 
Edward F. Gilsen 

William F. Graeske 
Leon E. Greely 

* John A. Groenert 
Clarence A. Gruenawak 
Edward Grunderman 
Hubert T. Haase 
George W. E. Hamilton 
Theodore Hanisch 
Einar E. Hansen 
John E. Hansen 
John P. Hansen 
Anton J. Hilbert 
Oscar A. Hornburg 
Louis A. Huhn 
Wallace Jewson 
Tom Jim 
Jorgen Johnson 
Otto M. Johnson 
William Johnson 
John M. Kalimmios 

. Joseph Kankovski 
George A. Kapas 

*Cyrus W. Kastorff 
John Kathan 
William F. Keuther 
Edwin F. Klugo 
George W. Kohls 
Reinhard W. Kolle 
Robert C. Konow 
Herman Kops 
Ernest Koshnick 
Herman H. Koshnick 
Paul G. Koshnick 
Milton J. Kottke 
Otto M. Krecklow 
William Kulow 
Fred G. Kunkel 
Irving R. Kunstlich 
Arthur W. Lange 
Otto Lange 
William I.angenburg 
Raymond A. Larson 
Alfred W. Lawrence 
Robert E. Lessard 
William Liebman 
Herman L. Loomans 


,\ 5511' Field Artillery 

Stanley S. Lubienetzke 
Robert N. Maibuchner 
Louis A. Malinowski 
Abe Masnek 
Paul Maver 
Ray G. McEntee 
Walter C. McLean 
Joseph Meidl, Jr. 
Anton Meier 
Robert J. Melville 
Arthur T. Mertes 
Frank Mertes 
Fred H. Michaels 
Anthony Mielenz 
Michael Mies 
Edwin A. Mischke 
Carl F. Moderow 
Eugene J. Moran 
James J. Moran 
James T. Moreland 
Arthur E. Niles 
Earl J. OToole 
Fred C. Pahlow 
Walter Parrish 
Emil H. Plagenz 
Oswald B. Pederson 
Edward A. Petersen 
Bernard C. Peterson 
Fred Peterson 
John Peterson 
Oscar D. Peterson 
John A. Pitas 

"Thomas B. Pope 
James A. Powers 
Edward Puddy 
Gustave O. Quade 
Erwin Retzleff 

*Leo E. Reuder 
Dee A. Ridgeway 
Leo C. Riedeman 
Frank Robl 
Ambrose j. Ryan 
Jacob N. Sabel 
Edwin C. Schaumberg 

"Later Commissioned 

Alex T. Schemer 
Charles Schilling 
Herman F. Schultz 
William Schultz 
Casper C. Schaefer 
Lee Shupe 
Jay W. Slvter 
Walter J. Smith 
Wesley Smith 
Nick B. Sowinski 
Arthur F. Stolfus 
Celo L. Snyder 
Henry Stange 
Thomas Spicic 
Frank Styad 
Per V. Swanson 
Joseph Szep 
"Stanley Stoloski 
Leon H. Tew 
Edward J. Thompson 
Joseph Tobolski 
Rov S. Towne 
Adolph E. Ullrich 
Albert F. Wagner 
Roman O. Weber 
Louis Weber 
Andy Westhuis 
Arthur H. Wendt 
Delmar L. Weenink 
Fred H. Wilsnack 
Vincent L. Whaelon 
Bernard Winarski 
Richard Wiersema 
Joseph F. Wlk 
Michael F. Whooley 
James Whooley 
Andrew T. White 
John J. Wuest 
Nick B. Zagoras 
Paul Zeto 
Fred A. Zilke 
Walter C. Zimmerman 
Emil A. Zimmerman 


Y3M!! Field Artillery, fTf 

.X ; 

,531 1 1 Field Artillery, 

History of the Battery 
at Camp Grant 

By Sergt. X. E. Mansy and Corp. William R. McEssy. 

It all happened this way. Capt. Hubert E. Howard, ist Lt.Xewton O. Holt, 
2nd Lts. Merritt C. Bragdon, Edward C. Weikman, and Howard R. Copley, all 
received their commissions at the first R.O.T.C. August 15, 1917, at Ft. Sheridan. 
They reported at Camp Grant, Rockford, 111., and were assigned to Battery "A", 
331st Field Artillery on August 30, 1917. From then on they were ready and 
fit to take on all comers, and knew they could make soldiers out of all men that 
came into Battery "A". The first increment of drafted men to arrive came 
from Fond du Lac County on September 8, 1917, and they were transported 
from the depot in Rockford on army trucks. Among this increment were fat, 
lean, tall and short species of men; also one bald-headed, tall, lean, lanky, strong 
fellow whose name was Oldenburg, from Ripon, Wisconsin. The boys asked why 
the vacant space on the dome; and his reply was that he was at the end of the 
line when the hair was passed around and saw nothing but red and blonde 
hair left, so he decided he would keep what he had and maybe some day he would 
receive his regular allotment. I have seen a common oat straw driven through 
steel by a cyclone, but I imagine it would be a much harder task to push hair 
through solid ivory. From the appearance of all the men it was quite evident 
that they were willing and eager to commence their army career. The first incre- 
ment included such men as Oldenburg, Cosgrove, Fitzpatrick, Boom, Carrier, 
Meidl, Fowler, Swan, Hubler, Reuder, Powers, Norman, Blackbird, Foote, Oe'ke, 
Kramer. Greflenius and Kastorff. 

Upon their arrival at camp they were issued bed sacks, and then marched for 
about one mile through mud ankle deep to a straw pile and told to fill their sacks 
if they wanted to be sure of a comfortable night's rest. This task completed 
they were taken to the supply room, where they received mess kits; then to the 
mess hall, where they partook of their first army meal under the jurisdiction of 
Uncle Sam. The meal consisted of Mulligan stew, Karo sirup, bread and coffee. 
One big fellow who always did have a sweet tooth, namely, Frank Cosgrove, 
decided his coffee needed more sweetening before he could drink it. From a 
large, white bowl similiar to the ones used at home, which was placed on the 
table, he proceeded to help himself to the supposed sugar; but much to his sorrow 
as well as surprise, he soon discovered the contents of the bowl to be salt. From 
then on he took no chances. The first meal was hard to take after being dined 
and banquetted for a couple of weeks prior to the departure of the men from 
home, but they all gritted their teeth and said nothing. They knew the rules 
of the army were to do what you were told to do, and to eat what you had to eat, 
and say nothing; but from all indications it was quite evident that it was going 
to be some time before Kastorff would be able to train his stomach to like and 
relish army rations. After a day or so you could see his mind was wandering 
back to mother's table all covered with frosted cakes and juicv pies. The rest 
of the men immediately made up their mind^ that it would be quite necessary 
to eat in order to become masters in their new profession. 

All the men were greatly peeved when the lights were turned out at 9 p. m., 
"Tattoo," and naturally the main topic of discussion was, "I wonder what is 
going on back home about this time," or "Do you remember, Powers, where 

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1 „ t „ n ;„uf S 00 n everybody was in slumberland, dreaming 
T.r^'ilethS he ;S goin, to do to the Huns when he got "over there". 
°A f 1C the r dreams were Mattered by several sharp blasts from the army bugler, 
J SI* of his downy bunk, hurriedly dressed and went down 

ana ever) > i thought, or were under the impression that 

^"l 1° dTe declare™ They were informed by their officers that reveille had 
C and that thy were to get in formation; also that this formation would 
tX olace every morning as long as they were in the army. They were also 
normed wha hey\vere to do that day and what was expected of each man 
£ bre-k fast Cant. Howard called them into the mess hall, gave them a formal 
btreductfon to all his lieutenants and told the men that they were to be trans- 
formed from farmers, clerks, students, and business men to soldiers of the new 
National Army. ,_,... , . 

The following day Cook Mechelke, Sergeants Slyter and Tobolski of the 
Regular A mv arrived to assist the officers with the training of the new men 
The dav's work started early in the morning and lasted until sundown The 
men were drilled and given instructions pertaining to the "School of the Squad 
and Soldier ' ' While it was an exceedingly odd sight to see men drilling in civilian 
clothes thev soon acquired a fair knowledge of their new work before uniforms 
were issued." When the army breeches and blouses were given out, all the men 
were seen strutting around the regimental area in the height of their glory, each 
thinking that he made a better looking soldier than the other fellow. Very often 
you would find Kastorff standing in front of a looking glass admiring himself, 
and putting on little dabs of face powder. 

From then on all men commenced writing home, telling the folks all about 
their uniforms and work, and how well they were going to like their new jobs 
They toiled faithfully and earnestly until the day before the second increment 
arrived, which found them busily engaged filling bed sacks and carrying bunks 
and arranging everything for the new men who were scheduled to arrive the 
following dav. 

On September loth, 144 men arrived from Fond du Lac Green Lake and 
Winnebago Counties at 6:00 p. m. They were marched from the depot in camp 
escorted by officers, and were accorded a rousing reception by the men ot the 
first increment, with remarks such as, "You will like it," "Wait till you get a 
dish of beans," and many others. Upon their arrival at the barracks Capt. 
Howard called the roll and found everybody present. They were marched by 
the door of the supply room, and were given mess kits for future use and conveni- 
ence. Then thev went up stairs. Cosgrove and Blackbord stood at the top ot 
the stairs, and picked off the fellows they knew and wanted in their end ot the 
barracks. There being so many men in line, the supply officer, 1 t. Copley, and 
his assistants were about as busy as a band of cranberry merchants. 1 his task 
being over with, we were told that supper was being served in the mess hall. We 
were introduced to a sumptuous spread of the much condemned army hash, Karo 
sirup, bread and coffee. Blackbird was doing his regular turn of LP. duty and 
entertained all the boys by a steady flow of wit and humor. Then the boys 
returned up stairs to make their new beds and get ready for slumberland. Lvery 
one did this in jig time, but McEssy had several heated arguments with Fitz- 
gerald about how it should be made. Finally they both got tired of talking and 
fell asleep. Some of the fellows insisted on talking after nine o'clock, but they 
were soon informed by "Hard Boiled" Sergt. Slyter that they were in the army 
now and not milking cows. 

At this time the battery consisted of five officers and approximately 175 men. 
The next complicated problem was to issue complete uniforms to the men. Some 
were only issued trousers and hats; others, shoes and blouses. For several days 
you could see men without leggings; some with civilian hats, etc. One tall fellow 
from Berlin, Wis., took first pnze. He came to camp with a straw hat big enough 
to keep the sun off the entire battery, and his name was John Petraszak. He 



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soon mastered the art of doing the different drills, and was about as handy doing 
an about face as an elephant woud be trying to turn around on a peanut. Most 
of the men were more fortunate, and therefore able to present a soldierly appear- 

Gloom made its first appearance when the men received their first innocu'a- 
tion and were vaccinated. For several nights all were unable to get proper rest 
due to sore backs and lame arms. Many harsh words were spoken to the man 
that slapped his friend on the back during the next few days. Soon the men 
received the third and last shot, and work commenced in earnest. A regular 
training schedule was followed, it being understood that after sixteen weeks of 
strenuous training in the states we would be sent across the deep blue sea to battle 
the terrible Hun. 

Everything worked fine. All men were eager to become real soldiers, though 
many were tired out nights, and several found blisters on their feet the first week. 

The next step in training was to learn how to mount and dismount wooden 
horses, which were erected and proved to be a source of worry to both officers 
and men for several days. Visitors could distinctly hear the commands of I.t. 
Weikman while he tried his best to teach the men the way to mount and dismount 
a horse correctly. Many a hard fall was taken by the men, because the task 
was harder than it looked; but they soon became masters of it, and then the real 
horses were issued. Trouble started at once. Each man was issued a curry comb 
and brush, and told to clean a certain horse, watched by the much idolized acting 
non-com and Lt. Weikman. Some of the horses seemed to enjoy being taken 
care of, while others insisted on being left alone. Several of the men were kicked 
for trying to do what they were told. In a short time, however, most of the 
horses became accustomed to the men, and acted as if they enjoyed a good brush- 
ing up every day. From then on you would hear Lt. Weikman's gentle voice 
shout every morning: "Outside with surcingles and blankets." Soon the men 
found out that blisters were raised on other parts of the body besides the feet. 

Then guns were made out of old wagon wheels and timbers, and the men were 
instructed by I.ts. Copley and Holt on the posts of the cannoneers and their duties. 
The men were watched closely by the officers, and those whom they thought 
could be made into cannoneers were then picked for that position, while the rest 
of the men were assigned to the driver's section. We were then issued one set 
of harness, and the drivers under Ft. Weikman were taught how to harness the 
horses and to memorize the diflerent parts of the harness. Soon they were seen 
out on the field with six horses all harnessed and learning to drive them. 

Rumors started coming in about where we were going to go. One was that we 
were going to finish training at Havana, Cuba. Another fellow would come in 
and say we were going to go to France in 30 days. Another fellow heard that we 
were going to the Hawaiian Islands. But our hopes were all shattered when in 
November an order came to send 37 men to Camp Pike, Arkansas. From then 
on every week orders would come in to send men to a certain camp. Soon we 
had only about 75 men left. The battery remained at this strength all through 
the winter, and the men were kept busy on detail, unloading coal or shoveling 
snow. The extra time was spent grooming horses. Finally the grand and glorious 
order came in about May 1, 1918, that we were going to hike to Sparta, Wis- 
consin. We got busy making preparations for the trip and left Camp Grant on 
the morning of May 14, 1918, on our first lap of the journey to get the Hun. 



A -m « Field Artillery AA 

The Hike to Sparta 

By Corporal Ernest N. Wagley 

•■ , i 8ten i Here's the latest. The One Hundred and Sixty-first Field Artillery 
Brigade is going to move. Yep, going to start next week and hike it to Sparta 
said Barney Swan, as he sallied into the barracks with an ice cream cone in his 

"Some more of vour old line I suppose, Barney," said one. "Which way was 
the wind blowing this evening?" said another. "I think old Camp Grant has 
adopted us We will move there the same way we went overseas, to the Philip- 
pines, and almost every place on God's green earth where they could ship troops,' 
said still another. 

No one believed it. However, the next two or three days the rumors floated 
in every time the door was opened. We were to leave Tuesday next sure. Then 
the trip was postponed. Finally after twoor three similar postponements, Monday 
evening May the thirteenth found every one busy. That evening saw the last 
barracks bag loaded in the car and the kitchen wagons filled to the top. One 
fellow with a slippery hand managed to ease in a pair of garrison shoes in one 
corner under the stove, in spite of "Grif's" eagle eye. Everything was to be ready 
for an early morning start. 

Early it surely was. The bugler's "Big Ben" was evidently on the job. 
Promptly at four he sounded. Out we piled after a hard night's rest on the springs, 
gulped our last breakfast at Camp Grant; finished rolling our packs, gave the 
barracks a good once over, and oft to the stables with our packs over our arms 
we went. With the assistance of the officers everyone was saddled up in some 
sort of fashion by seven. Most of the fellows were favored with one extra horse, 
and some were even lucky enough to get two. No reason why we should ever 
have to walk. If the horse we were riding should get weak under the load he 
was carrying, our two leaders including "131" and others could soon fix it so 
that we could perhaps bum a ride in the ambulance; at least on the caisson. Not 
every Artillery man is that lucky. At seven thirty the bugler sounded, "Atten- 
tion,— Forward,— March "-Battery A fell into line with Lieut. Graham in com- 
mand and the big hike was on. 

After a couple of duly appreciated halts and an hour or so of traveling, we 
reached Rockford. The girls especially were all out to bid the fellows good-by. 
It is even said that John Petraszak, sitting as erect in his saddle as possible, spoke 
to one as he went by. 

By norm the column was about three miles out of Rockford. Along the inter- 
urban track we stopped, dismounted, and stretched our already sore and stiff 
muscles. "Unsaddle and Feed," was the order. With some difficulty, it being 
the first time, we managed to get that heavy saddle and pack loose, and on the 
ground. Almost had a nose bag on, when along came the Interurban and queered 


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the whole thing. Finally, in spite of orders, after some love taps on the nose, 
we managed to get those nose hag straps buckled. Horses surearedumb animals- 
There are mighty few of us who won't admit that, after our experience in trying 
to teach them at every meal during the entire trip, that there was not room enough 
in one nose bag for two noses. Beaucoup religion was lost in the attempt. In 
vain, however, for they were just as bad at the end of the trip as they were at 
the first. 

"When do we eat?" was the universal cry. Nothing was in sight, and "Grif" 
said that he had no instructions. We had eaten breakfast at four-thirty. A 
few of the thoughtful had purchased chocolate bars the previous evening. These 
were devoured eagerly. The most of us, though, had to fill up with cussing the 
horses, and a survey of the landscape in general. 

The hour allotted for our noon-day meal (to-day conspicuous by its absence) 
was soon up. After some confusion in getting saddled, we were off again. 

It was about two o'clock in the afternoon when "Bunny" Jones was sent 
ahead to mark Battery A's camping spot. That, we soon learned, was the sign 
that we were nearing camp. It indeed was a great relief, when, after a hard day's 
ride, wondering how much longer we would have to sit in that saddle, our arms 
almost paralyzed from trying to keep our lead horses away from the heels of the 
ones ahead, we saw "Bunny" go galloping ahead with the guidon. 

When we reached camp that evening, we found it a green pasture, which soon 
became a city. Soldiers everywhere. Pup tents, horses upon horses tied to picket 
lines, wagons loaded with provisions, and smoking field kitchens seemed to be just 
literally jammed into one little spot. Hungry! Well I guess we were! However, 
not until we had watered (riding bareback, on razorbacks), fed and groomed the 
horses, did we fall in line for chow. From four-thirty in the morning until eight 
at night we went without eats, so we sure did eat what there was. No one wasted 
much time after supper before rolling in. Right on the ground with three blankets, 
we slept good and sound. 

Thus passed the first day of the hike, the general routine of which, with a few 
varying circumstances, we were to follow every day until we reached Camp Rob- 

At four-thirty in the morning the bugler was again on the job. Out into the 
semi-darkness we went a little stiff, otherwise not much worse off from our first 
day. After watering and a breakfast of corn flakes, bacon, bread and coffee, we 
broke camp. Without much confu>ion except a little trouble in getting horses 
off the picket line, we moved out and were on the road again for the second day. 

At ten-thirty we passed through Beloit. Many familiar faces were seen among 
the crowd. Blackbird especially was unusually busy exchanging greetings. Noon 
to-day found us a little more fortunate than on the first. Thanks to someone 
we had two bacon sandwiches a piece. This was to be our lunch every day; that 
is, it consisted of two sandwiches; one day, jam; one day, salmon; and the third day, 



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bacon. Quite some variety! 

That dav we lunched alongside a Fairbanks Morse 

11 all empty canteens and supply any desired 
, i im ersation. 

We reached the Town line bridge, six miles north of Beloit, in the afternoon. 
,,,,, « camped the second night. Man, friends and visitors were out to see us 

in the evening. 

The next morning again found us on the march on schedule time The city 
of Tanesville which we passed through in the morning, welcomed us m fine shape. 
The streets were jammed with people who had gathered to see us pass by. 

That evening found us camped at a little place called Levden. The only fea- 
tures of the place were the one and only store, where "Grif managed to scare 
up a crate of eggs, which he really and truly fed us in the morning; and the large 
crowd of spectators who had come from miles to see the Big Show, Rmgling 
Bros, had nothing on us that night. Our only regret is that we could not charge 
admission. The proceeds surely would have supplied us liberally witn cones and 
Hershey bars for the trip. 

The next dav and night were uneventful. We were now getting over most of 
our soreness and had somewhat acclimated ourselves to conditions. "Smithy 
:laimed that number ten bareback did not phase him any more. 

About three p. m. on the fourth day we pulled into the fair grounds at Madison. 
Trulv a dandy place to camp. Hardly had we been there an hour before the 
Red Cross ladies were on the job. Cookies, candy, cigarettes, and gum were 
passed out in great order by the fair ones. A little horse hair mixed in made no 
difference. Just added a little spicing. That evening found several of the fellows 
in town introducing their hobnailsto the cement. Staying out late made no differ- 
ence; for the next day was Sunday and we were not to hike, but to rest. 

The day came bright and sunshiny. Thousands of visitors took advantage 
of the weather, and were on hand to watch us perform our camp duties. Even 
the few who braved the icv waters of Lake Monona for a bath could not escape 
unnoticed, although Carl Boelke claims that a tree will hide more of him than 
most of us think. A most miserable hail storm, which almost caused a couple 
of the men to cash in, wound up the otherwise pleasant day. The horses, fright- 
ened by the hail, which came just as we were watering, almost stampeded. Horses 
without riders went in all directions. Luckily in a few minutes all the runaways 
found their way back to the picket line, and all was well again with the exception 
of two or three fellows who were bruised and scratched up a bit. 

Monday morning saw us resume the march again. Straight through town, 
past the University and its co-eds we paraded, reaching Token Creek in the after- 
noon. The place offered no excitement except "the usual camp duties." 

Poynette was our next stop, where lot's of fun was in store for us. First, 
the watering place was deucedly far away from the camp. It seemed we rode for 

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ages before we hit the place. Then, second, we had the experience of going through 
a c\ clone. 

It was in the evening about eight o'clock and just getting dusk. Some of the 
fellows had already turned in, others were wandering around camp, and others had 
gone up town on the pretense of procuring a cake of soap or some such other es- 
sential. The sky became dark. A wind arose and, — zip, it was raining, blowing, 
thundering and lightening for further orders. Thank fortune it only lasted ten 
minutes. Practically all our pup tents were down, equipment all wet and some 
blown away. Part of it was recovered the next morning on the fence. Our sand- 
wiches for our noon day meal the next day were soaked and scattered all over. 
Everything was a mess. We ourselves were soaked to the skin, and as many as 
possible huddled up to what was left of the kitchen stove in an effort to dry off a 
bit. In spite of all this everyone was game and on the job, when a farmer called 
on us for help. His barn had blown down on top of his cattle. After wading in 
mud and water, we administered the proper aid, Oldenburg and Reschke featuring 
with their ability at swinging the axe. At any rate we freed a cow, a sheep, and 
a colt. Tired and wet, we spent the night in various ways. Some went up town, 
woke the inhabitants and were lucky enough to get a bed or at least -pace on the 
floor. Others sat by the kitchen fire, and others in a barn nearby on some hay 
and stones with cows as companion sleepers. Boelke and DeVoe preferred their 
wet pup tent and blankets. A little water was of no consequence now. 

The next morning was bright and sunshiny. We pulled ourselves together 
and rolled our wet stuff; some we found and some we didn't. Along the road 
trees, wires, barns and buildings were blown down. It had been a real cyclone 
all right, and we were lucky devils not to have been hurt. In the afternoon we 
readied Portage. Our camp was about two miles out of town. All will agree 
that it was the best one that we hit, and from all indications Portage is some town. 
We had no sooner gotten set up than the Red Cross girls were out to see us, strong 
in every sense of the word. Ice cream, cake, cookies, candy, and cigarettes galore 
were passed out from a regular stand. Seconds, thirds and even fourths were in 
order. In the evening Oldenburg and number twenty-seven put on a show for 
the visitors. At mess in the evening "Grif" and Blackbird mixed tongues a 
bit, but were soon properly silenced by Lieut. Weikman. Also a very good time 
was reported by the fellows who managed to get out of camp to attend the dance 
in town. It was here that we bid adieu to Lieut. Graham, who had been in com- 
mand of the Battery, and Lieuts. Brooks and Bare, all of whom were ordered to 
return to Camp Grant to report for other duties. The next day Lieut. Collins 
took command. 

Thursday night found us in Kilbourne, encamped in a woods just outside of 
town. The next day we enjoyed our second day of rest since starting. Most 
everyone visited the Dells of Wisconsin or the barber shops some time during 
the day. In the evening all the girls from the country around, dressed in their 
best, appeared in town. The citizens of Kilbourne were giving a pavement dance 
with the 331st band furnishing the music. Even the hob nails slid around easily. 



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Ben Zelenski was out in his usual fine form. Liebhauser is still willing to argue 
with anyone who will not admit it. that he had the best girl. 

No sooner had we gotten home from the dance (about ten o'clock), when lo 
and behold, the order came to move out that night at one. Immediately we started 
to make ready. Rolling one's pack and finding all equipment, especially the horse, 
is no easy matter at night. Several men expected to be pawed, or have a chunk 
of flesh bitten out as they crouched in front of the horses on the picket line, scraping 
the mud off the hoofs, so as to see the numbers. It was great sport. Nevertheless 
we can't stop for such little things in the army. We were ready and out we pulled 
at one. 

Such a tiresome hike as this was! In spite of one's best efforts he could not 
keep from going to sleep. Sleeping in the saddle seems almost an impossibility, 
but it is true that it can be done. Several fellows pleaded guilty of doing it, and 
it is not to be doubted but that they had plenty of company. Daylight finally 
came, and in a great many cases it was more good luck than good management 
on our part, that found us still in good line. The ride began to seem almost end- 
less. Finally, however, we pulled into a low swampy spot, where we were to camp. 
No sooner was the minimum amount of work done, than if any one had peered 
inside the pup tents he would have found everyone purring most industriously. 
Several of the fellows did not wake up until the wetness of the surroundings made 
things most uncomfortable. Bill McEssy never did understand how his hip got 
so wet. 

It rained hard for two hours and the place was a veritable swamp. Watering 
and feeding in the sea of mud was especially delightful that evening. John Pet- 
raszak was the only one who did not seem to be much upset about affairs. Some- 
how or other we managed to live through it. Our spirits, though, dropped con- 
siderable, when we found out that our next camp at Hastier was just about the 
same. The rain continued and the mud became worse. The soft, slimy clay 
stuck to us and our horses like glue. Currying was also especially delightful 
these evenings. 

Our last camp, at Hillside, cheered us up a bit, and gave us a better taste as 
far as mud was concerned. It was high and dry on a hillside. We pitched our 
pup tents here and there among the stumpb. The watering place, however, com- 
pensated for its being dry. It was the worst that we had struck. Through the 
woods for miles and then down a descent steeper than a mountain to a two by four 
stream so dirty that the horses would not drink. Blackbird resorted to somer- 
saulting when going down. The rest of us, though, did not care to take chances 
on that. Profanity somewhat relieved our discomfort and anger. 

"Never mind," said a couple of fellows who were in a better mood than the 
rest. "We reach Camp Robinson tonight and they have real watering troughs 
there. ' ' 

So we did. On the twenty-eighth of May, after a long and tedious hike among 
the hills, all of a sudden the barracks of Robinson loomed up in front of us. Never 




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before did barracks look so good. We were really to have a roof over our heads. 
We wouldn't have to wake up lying in a pool of water Riding bareback to water, 
sandwiches for dinner, a hurry up and a general confusion of finding your horse 
and getting him oft of the picket line in the morning were all to be things of the 
past Never to be forgotten, though, for they were firmly impressed upon different 
part-' of our bodies. 

The big hike was over. The biggest since the civil war. Now we were all 
glad that we had been in it, although going through it at times was h— 1. A day 
or two of rest and some real eats looked mighty good to us. 


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5511' Field Artillery^ 

The Summer at Camp Robinson 

By Corporal Edward C. Hildreth 

On the afternoon of May 2Sth, Battery A, with Lieutenant Stephen W.Collins 
in command, pulled into Camp Robinson. The occasion was devoid of all for- 
mality: for all that anyone cared for was to have a roof over his head again and a 
chance to dry his wet feet. As far as we observed, the only spectator to witness 
our arrival was Hess, all dressed up in a nice white coat and a broad grin of wel- 
come. Pup tents no longer claimed our attention, and our "black pets" were 
not able to tangle themselves up in the picket line, ff any camp ever looked 
good to a bunch of tired soldiers it was Camp Robinson, and our later experiences 
proved to us that it wasn't half bad. 

The first two or three days were spent in policing up the quarters and making 
some necessary improvements. It was some relief to be away from the mud and 
dust of Camp Grant even if the sand was quite conspicuous. The Battery was 
quartered in two barracks, had its own mess-hall, cook-shanty, and bath house. 

Wednesday, the 5th of June, the Battery went out on the south range for its 
first firing practice, and it was more or less exciting for all concerned. Sergeants 
Thiel and Fitzpatrick, who were only Corporals then, acted as gunners. Most 
everyone felt better after the guns had been fired once and no casualties were 
reported. Jerry and Fitz, their faces covered with smoke, were regarded as heroes 
when the affair was over. 

During the next two weeks the Battery participated in battalion problems, 
the fellows acting as guns, caissons, or whatever was required. Corporal Tol- 
lefsrud featured in one of these by suddenly "dismounting" from No. 128, who 
then took the most direct route back to the stables. 

Captain Howard and Lieutenant Bragdon came back to the battery the second 
of July, and the Captain came out to Hill 1060 the next day to watch the battery 
fire. On this occasion the gun crews displayed such efficiency in "Fire at will" 
that several Liberty Bonds worth of ammunition was used up before the order 
came over the wires to "cease firing." 

The week end beginning with July 4th found most of the battery on pass. 
That Sunday there were so many men absent that watering and grooming of 
the "blacks" involved considerable labor for those who were present. 

The latter part of July the battery was increased to the full war strength of 
one hundred and ninty-four men by the arrival of three detachments from the 
161 st Depot Brigade at Camp Grant. Although many of the new men had only 
been in the army a few weeks, they were soon taking an active part in the battery, 
especially in the line of "details, "much to the relief and delight of the old fellows. 
The battery was reorganized and the new men placed in regular sections, so the 
battery looked far different at retreat and reveille than it did at Camp Grant 
with a mere handful of men present. 

It was also about this time that the rumors--you know the kind of rumors I 
mean — began to come pretty fast concerning the departure of the brigade for the 
embarkation camp in the East. Bunny Jones assisted in this work of creating 
rumors as he would come out of the orderly room with a long face and claim to 
have some inside dope on the situation. If we remember correctly it was then 
that our '"Guidon" informed the battery that a requisition had been placed with 
the "Q.M. " for a bicycle for his personal use in France. Of course all memories 
will fail once in a while, but we have visions of "Bun" riding in an "Hommes 
40-Chevaux 8" instead of on the pneumatic tires of his bicycle. 

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AW with these "bathhouse" rumors came the desire of almost all the 
lvm , once more the "scenes of their childhood" or at least La Crosse, 

and the Captain was besieged from morning till night bv requests for passes. 
■ taf among near relatives was. very noticeable and one :or two ^ grand- 

mothers passed awav at this opportune time. And now that la guerre est hni 
we can at least mention the fact, that ail the bunks were not always occupied [at 
„,1 that the railroads enjoyed increased patronage on their late trams, 
^nd while I'm on that subject, 1 musn't forget to at least mention Tomah, for 
it cert K- occupies a fond spot in the memory of quite a number of the fellow. 
Full particulars in regard to this feature of our stay at Sparta can be obtame, 
Lieber" as the censor prohibits any details. 

lav the second of August, the Battery participated in firing several prob- 
lems after dark on the north range. This proved much more interesting than 
our regular firing practice, although nothing of unusual interest happened. C. A 
Ph Hips at first reported his horse "missing in action", but after walking in he 
found'that the steed had been salvaged by a cannoneer As ^\^™°^ 
were "stuck, "and had to clean the guns before going to bed, but they made up 
for it bv slipping one over on our ever-watchful mess-sergeant Under the leader- 
ship of'our present "top-cutter" a raiding party on"Gnff s commissary stores 
was P successfully carried, out. This affair probaby accounts for the beaucoup 
corn-meal which was served the battery till Jack De \oe organized his hunger 
strike. Even the hungrv stable guards co-operated in the latter, and Lieber 
enjoyed it so that he walked through the kitchen three times just to see the ex- 
pression on "Grift's" face. When the canteen opened that morning it surely 
did an enormous business. 

When all drill periods were discontinued on Monday, the I2th of August, we 
really began to think some of the many rumors were going to at last come true. 
"Bunk fatigue" became very popular, or to be more correct, became possible. 
The Mechanics no longer had to hunt for a hammer or be out of lumber and 
Lieber and Ben could "always be found in the immediate neighborhood of their 
bunks. The flies were quite bad, so Sergeant "Fitz" would get the gang out 
"gunning flies "twice a day. but no decrease in their number was noticed. 1 oor 
Tack DeVoe had strenuous times these days working in the hot warehouse, and 
to a certain extent made up for his life of ease at Camp Grant Jack outfitted 
the batterv with new clothes from underwear to over-coats and it was no little 
job. It was observed that the attendance of the noncoms was lOO% whenever 
any equipment was issued. 

Sergeant Boelke was also having his troubles in the gas department, for at 
that time he was non-commissioned gas officer. After the boys could at least 
get their hats off in five seconds the battery got a taste of "tear gas and chlorine 
at the gas chamber. 

The Advance Party of the Brigade left Camp Robinson on the 13th of August 
and vet no one considered it bad luck. "A" Battery's representatives included 
Captain Howard, Lieutenant Golding,and Sergeant Ickes. When the train pulled 
out of the depot that noon with the band playing and the crowd yelling, those 
of us who were left behind realized that we were soon to become members of the 
A. E. F. 

Hopes went high when quite a number of kitchen and baggage cars appeared 
on the side tracks on a Saturday late in August, but the next Monday stock 
went down: for all the cars had disappeared during the night. Our horses were 
shipped at this same time and it was an eventful occasion when we led them down 
through the woods to the cars. Apparently some of them were not as anxious 
to leave the camp as we were, and objected to being put into the cars. However, 
several well directed blows with clubs soon convinced them that opposition was 


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During the last few weeks of our stay at Camp Robinson the battery had 
considerable foot-drill. This wasn't especially popular with the men, but as we 
only had to undergo it about two hours a day no one succumbed. Friday the 
30th of August was spent in Regimental Reviews, the regiment being reviewed 
by Colonel Lambdin in the morning and by Brigadier General Spaulding in the 

As the time for our departure drew nearer, "dog-tag" inspections and gang- 
plank drills became daily occurances. And Oh! yes, we also practiced boarding 
the cars of an imaginary train, which was mapped out in front of the officer's 
quarters. It will be remembered that Brunhoefer became famous on account 
of his remark at gang-plank drill of "Charles C. — sometimes K." 

Finally after weeks of "watchful waiting," the kitchen and baggage cars 
arrived and the" top-kicker" had no trouble in getting details to work in fixing 
them up for use. Ben Zelenski superintended this work, and in a couple of days 
we had "Griff" and his precious articles of nourishment safely stowed away in 
one of the cars. We weren't going to take any chances of leaving our mess- 
sergeant behind. 

Since then we have become accustomed to moving from one camp to another, 
but at that time such an event was mildly exciting, to say the least. And when 
Thursday, the 5th of September, did finally take its turn on the calender and we 
rolled our packs for the last time, we were one happy bunch. It didn't take long 
to clean the barracks, and judging from the stuff thrown on the bon-fire a stranger 
would have thought we had lived there a year. All kinds of previous souvenirs 
were disposed of, and Wagley even had the heart to throw away the "buzzer" 
on which he learned to become an expert telegrapher. Lunch was served early 
and the battery was all ready to leave right on schedule time. 

The train was waiting at the depot for us, and it didn't take long for the men 
to climb aboard and get located. And as the long train slowly pulled out. Camp 
Robinson became a thing of the past, and a new chapter in the history of Battery 
A was begun. 




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From Camp Robinson to 
Camp Hunt 

By Corporal Delmar E. Waimer 

ill the fond memories of 

to the 

t, 1 • c t rti-, tm? rrtmn? a tie tonci memories ui 


ao U bts dolled ''The" Angels of the Flaming Cross," were at the station and 
passed out fruit, chocolate and cigarettes. 

Burin* the night we covered many miles and only by the odoriferous breezes 
wafSd inVur diSioTr from the stock-yards did we realize that we were 

through Chicago. This proved to be a disappointment to many of us, and to 
Wagley especially, for the tape was beginning to work again and the Red Lross 
was a sure way to satisfy it. 

I est there mav be some who may be inclined to think that the only attraction 
of the trip was the Red Cross, let me hasten to add that all along the route there 
were girls, "beaucoup girls." In fact, they were more attractive And then, 
as we sped through Canada, we found that there were more girls there Ihey 
were a new species and even Ole determined to get acquainted with a tew of them 
Everything went well unt ; l "Sarge" unthinkingly removed his hat and revealed 

his well you know. Lieber was there and, ' ' tout de suite, gave the command, 

"As you were!" But the execution was slow. Canadian girls are discriminating 
and Ole realized that his debut had been a failure, so there was nothing to do 
but retreat. 

We reached Niagara Falls at ten o'clock Friday night. Believing that we 
should "See America First," we hiked to the Falls. From here, but little time 
was lost, and perhaps the most interesting scenery of the trip was that of 1 enn- 

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sylvania._ Camp Milk, Long Island, was reached on Saturday. Inspections, 
clothing issues, passes to New York City, et cetera, kept us busily occupied for 
the next week. Then it was "Goodbye Broadway, Hello France, "for Sept. 17th, 
we sailed "Over There" on the British transport "Lapland." In the convoy 
were twelve transports, a battleship, an armored cruiser, a torpedo-boat destroyer, 
and a dirigible, although the latter returned to New York after about a day. 

As the close perspective of streets, terrestrial society, and finally the Statue 
of Liberty vanished, we gazed upon the unwonted sight of an horizon, a level 
horizon, unobstructed by any obstacle of man's devising. Our trip began aus- 
piciously, with a perfect day, as to breeze and sunshine, "and our boat threw the 
miles out behind her with satisfactory dispatch considering the fact that she must 
zig-zag her way over the deep. But very little rough weather was encountered, 
luckily for us, and after an uneventful voyage, we arrived at Liverpool, Sundav, 
Sept. 29th. 

The city lies on a continuous slope varying in gradient, but very steep in some 
parts. As we ferried to the docks in the afternoon and hiked to Knotty Ash, 
it was interesting to note the so-called "courts," — neat cottages of stone. Here 
we rested for a day before starting on our journey through England. And a 
most interesting trip it was. The country was rather level and would have been 
monotonous had it not been for the little scenes of rural repose and quiet. Every 
antique farm house and moss grown cottage was a picture; as the roads are con- 
stantly winding, and the view is shut in by groves and hedges, the eye is cap- 
tivated by the beauty of the small landscapes. We arrived at Romsey that 
evening and hiked to Camp Woodley, which was only a short distance from the 

Here we were pr 
its origin, as it did 

ileged to visit the famous abbey. Romsey probably owes 
i early importance, to the abbey. Its history is not clear, 
but a house was founded here by Edward the elder, and became a Benedictine 
nunnery. It was begun in the 10th century and dates in its present form mainly 
from the 12th century. It is a massive cruciform edifice, with a low central 
tower and is one of the finest examples in England of a great Norman church 
little altered by later builders. 

After two days at Romsey, we marched the twelve miles to Southampton 
with full packs, and crossed the Channel during the night. The ship was very 
crowded, the Channel was rough, and many were sea sick. Landing at Cher- 
bourg, France, on October 5th, we spent one day in a British rest camp above 
the town, and then started on our first trip in French box cars. This lasted from 
Sunday night to Wednesday morning, when we reached Camp Hunt, at Le Cour- 
neau, southwest of Bordeaux. Here we were to go through a six week's course 
of training which would fit us for active service at the front. 

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The Battery at Camp Hunt 

By Sgt. Wit-marth Ickes 


somewhat relieved the crowded conditions. 

Durine the afternoon some venturesome soldier discovered "Jingle Town' 
or 'The Western Front'' as it was later called, and French stock in nuts, grapes 
and grape-juice immediately took a jump. 

The following day was spent in cleaning up and resting. Many took baths 
in smaU tins o later in the wash house, and although there was no perceptible 
change in the dlrkness of the skin, nevertheless everyone had a sense of duty 

The school detachment, which had left the outfit in August, came to Hunt 
on Friday the nth, and from all reports they were exceedingly glad to be back 
agafn No one ever learned where they had been to school « >r what they _had 
learned; but they were veterans in France and were looked upon as such, 
for a short period. 

No euns having arrived, the whole battery was sent out on detail for the 
nexVwedk clearing brush and trees, on the range. The first two days everyone 
wanted to see Grange and compare it with the one at Sparta, but the ram did 
a great deal towards dampening this curiosity and after that the job ot K. i . 
became very popular. 

\ few davs later classes were opened in Camouflage, Reconnaissance, Materiel 
Telephone, and Machine Guns, and then there was a feeling that a beginning had 
been made in the real work. That night at supper a great many new and wonder- 
ful words appeared for the first time and worked overtime. Such strange things 
as recoil mechanisms, y-azimuths, angles of site, and liaisons were discussed 
freely, and nobody could now doubt but that the 331st was at length really being 
whipped into shape. True, we had no guns, but all reports were to the effect 
that they were extremelv simple in operation, and no one had a thought but 
that they could easily be learned in a short time after our experience with the 
American 3-inch piece. 

But "pride goeth before a fall." A week later our guns arrived and then 
the fun started. Temporary gun squads were selected and dn led vigorously. 
"Plateau" and "drum" became a nightmare to the gunners, while the mysteries 
of the French fuses bothered the number 3 men not a little. 

During all this time the weather had been very fine indeed after the first two 
t u»„ ^o„c Ir, To,™ onH 1-hprp wa< a o-eneral feelins? throughout the regiment 

or three days in Camp, and there 

general feeling throughout the regimer 

of geniality'. All the men who had been sick on the trip were now well aga 


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and Corporal Hildreth's case of appendicitis was the only serious illness in the 
entire battery. 

Finally, on November 4th, the long-looked for day arrived when "A" Battery 
was to fire for the first time. Everyone felt ready and confident. The guns 
had been taken out the day before; and so, after an early lunch, the entire battery 
marched out to Observation Platform Number Four. The guns were already 
in their pits and excited much comment, as the system of gun pits was never used 
at Sparta. Some of the older section chiefs murmured that they thought the 
trails of the pieces were buried a trifle deep, and when the firing commenced it 
proved to be the case; for the guns jumped all over the place; consequently the 
firing was erratic. This minor fault, however, was fixed before we fired the second 
time, and taking it all in all, the gun crews performed creditably. A little excite- 
ment was furnished for the spectators when a shell jammed in the breech and 
"Nuts" Liebhauser daringly rammed it out with the rammer-staff. Two men 
with shovels were detailed to bury the dud, and this ceremony was carried out, 
great respect being shown to the dead by the pall-bearers. 

During all this period at Camp the war had been progressing very favorably 
for the Allies. Bulgaria had sued for peace while the outfit was still enroute 
to Camp, and now Turkey and Austria had both been brought to their knees. 
A tension was felt throughout camp and the pretty French paper girls were eagerly 
assailed for news each morning. The bunch in the front part of the first bar- 
racks even went so far as to make a pool, each man chipping in ten francs and 
putting down the date when he thought "A" Battery would enter an American 
port. Bets ranged all the way from Christmas day, 19 1 8, to some time in 
June, 1921, which showed pretty well the feelings of the men at this time. 

Finally November nth, 1918, arrived, and about two o'clock that afternoon 
a Frenchman came dashing into "Jingle Town" on a bicycle with the glorious 
news that Germany had signed an armistice and that "La Guerre est fini." Great 
was the rejoicing in camp. Cheers and shouting could be heard from every direc- 
tion, and then came a grand rush for "The Western Front," only to find that 
the Provost Marshall had preceded us and that the lid was on tight. But the 
boys were not to be cheated out of a celebration and the Y. M. C. A.'s were filled 
with happy-faced men, shaking each other's hands and telling each other all about 
it. The next day the papers were met at the train and all the details carefully 

From that time on the interest of the men in war work naturally lagged; but 
football was introduced, and battery teams sprang into immediate existence. 
Battery "A" was very fortunate in having so many good players to draw from, 
and the team practiced daily under the able guidance of Ft. Golding. On 
Sunday, November 24th, we played our first real game, and held "B" Battery 
to a tie score of o to o. Three days later, however, this was bettered in the second 
game with "B", when Harry Rice kicked a beautiful goal for "A", making a 
final score of 3 — o. This triumph kept interest in practice from lagging, but a 
week later "A" Battery met Headquarters Company and went down for the 
count to the tune of 13 — o. This defeat put us out of the running for the champion- 
ship, but even-one was glad that Headquarters was the lucky team. 

Our period of inactivity was almost over now. For days rumors had been 
coming in from all sources to the effect that we would leave Camp Hunt forever 
very soon. At length definite orders came through, and on the evening of Fri- 
day, December 20th, we rolled packs and made all preparations for an early start 
in the morning. That night no one slept well, and all were conscious that the 
first step on our long journey homeward was really going to be made. And in 
the morning we started. The whole regiment moved down to a long train of 
box cars on the siding at ten o'clock, and at noon we waved our last good-byes 
to Marie and Jeanne at "Jingle Town" as we rolled by them headed for America. 

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The Homeward Trip 

By First Class Private John R. Trappe 

a short march we reacnea liic , , d t at noon pu ll e d out. 

home . We were packed . into .ma U Fren ch box tar ; , -mi ,u ^ ^ Camp 

££Te^K?« he«or wh!at our next" stoping place was to be like 
St were. quS certain there couldn't be any more mud than at the camp we 
were leaving. _ 

Ne -ertl e'it wa only for a short time; for we made many more stops and it 
w-t To - P m when we finally stopped and were ordered out with packs. We 
were tired P of Standing and sitting around in cramped positions, and as our two 
randwches which were given us before we entrained had been eaten long before, 
we Sre very hungry We soon reached camp and' were given a hot cup of coffee 
whkhgre v revived us. This camp was a well built one by .the name of De 
Souge. We made our beds on double decked wooden bunks with no ticks, but 
were soon asleep, owing to our tiresome trip. 

On the 24th of December we left this camp, but this time we didn't have the 
box cars to ride in. We were told to carry a light pack and send the rest by 
truck for we had a long hike to make. We left camp about nine m the morning 
i hiked through a drizzling rain until five-thirty that afternoon The ,„.don 
which we traveled wound in and out through a tine farming country dotted with 
many old castles with large, beautiful, and once well-kept grounds. At noon 
we halted beside the road and ate our sandwiches. After a thirty minute rest 
we again fell in and resumed our march for Bordeaux, which the concrete mile 
posts^old us was seven kilometers distant. We marched through this large and 
beautiful citv about the middle of the afternoon. Many people were on the streets 
in spite of the rain; for the French seem to have grown waterproof. Many ot 
the bovs said that those five miles of Bordeaux cobblestones were the worst part 
of the 'trip. After climbing a long, winding hill, at the foot of which sat several 
soldiers who had fallen out of the Headquarters Company, we could see the wel- 
come lights of a large camp. We knew then that our twenty-three mile hike was 
nearly ended. We passed by one camp, called Genicart No. 1 and soon, reached 
Genicart No. 2, which was to be our future home for a much longer period than 
any of us then realized. 

A,s the next dav was Christmas, we all were allowed to rest and get over the 
effects of the hike. We had a very good dinner, and were issued a cigar and 
four sticks of candy apiece for our Christmas presents. 

The next dav we rolled our packs for a trip to the "debusing'' mill. Here 
the first step was to turn in all of our clothing and equipment. Then came a 
physical examination and a bath, after which we passed by counters heavily laden 
with all kinds of equipment, and were issued new articles as we went. At 
the end of two hours we again found ourselves marching back to our barracks 
with everything new excepting our identification tags; and even those were now 
strung on a new tape about our necks. 

As we had nothing to do after reveille until retreat the next few days, we began 
wandering around camp. We soon found there was a small town by the name 



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of Lormont just outside the fence encircling the camp. With a soldier's curio- 
sity for the interesting sights in French villages, we wondered what excuse we 
could give the guard to get into this town. Some of us finally decided to go 
out the gate as a detail, and if he asked where we were going, our Corporal, who 
was "Jule" Zohel, was to tell him, "we were detailed for work at the docks 
below Lormont." When abreast of the guard, he asked us if we were going 
down to see the town, and "Jule" answered in the affirmative, and continued 
to walk on at a rapid pace until he had his detail well into town. 

We had a splendid time roaming around, and soon saw a real old church to 
which we gained entrance by the help of a priest living near by. It would take 
much too long to tell all of what we saw inside this church, so it must suffice to 
say that it was very beautifully finished, and had many wonderful statues. One 
of the statues that drew many admiring glances was one of Jeanne D'Arc, with 
a coat of mail and drawn sword. We failed to convince the priest that it would 
be very good of him to show us the death chamber below. 

From the church we gained admission to the Black Prince's estate. We were 
shown the dungeon underneath the stables where the Black Prince had several 
French prisoners of war thrown and kept without food or water until they died. 
We were allowed to wander about the beautiful grounds, which are still well kept 
by a caretaker of the estate. When we discovered that this guard had indulged 
a little too freely in cognac, we tried to gain entrance to the huge castle in the 
center of the grounds. No amount of francs could buy us this privilege, however, 
to our disappointment. 

One more place which we visited in this village was the Prince's cave, about 
which many legends are told. After exploring its many passages, we returned 
to camp. 

The battery soon began doing detail work about camp, and on New Year's 
day the entire organization went to the remount station to groom horses and do 
other work in mud ankle deep. Many days of various kinds of detail work fol- 
lowed, which did not increase the boy's love for the army. 

The welcome order finally came for us to move, and on January 18th, we were 
marched to Bordeaux and put on cars with Marseilles as our destination. We 
were given three day's rations, consisting of bread, jam, tomatoes, bully beef, 
and hard tack. This trip took us through the principal vineyards of France. 
We passed thousands of acres of grape vines, and at every station were seen many 
wine barrels being prepared for the next year's crop. After spending Saturday 
night, Sunday, and Sunday night on the cars, we arrived at Marseilles Monday, 
January 20th, and went on board the Italian liner "Duca d' Aosta." 

We left Marseilles about ten p. m. the >ame day for New York harbor. On 
the morning of the 23rd we pulled into Gibraltar Bay, where the ship was to be 
coaled. While this work was going on, many small boats from Spain and Gib- 
raltar came out to our ship, loaded with oranges, lemons, figs, and various souvenirs 
of lace goods. All did a thriving business, and when we again started on our 
voyage the peeling of oranges was a commom sight all over the ship. 

The rock of Gibraltar is a very beautiful sight, with many large guns on its 
summit, and a well illuminated city built at its foot. As we passed out through 
the Straits we could see the lights of some city on the African Coast. We soon 
were in rougher water than we had as yet experienced. After a few days we ran 
into a very strong wind and a rougher sea. The boat rocked considerably, causing 
many rushes to the rail by the boys who didn't care to retain their meals of spag- 
hetti. After sixteen days of such traveling we sighted the long anticipated and 
most welcome of sights, the Statue of Liberty. 


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On the cth of February we unloaded at New York and received a great wel- 
come fn„n the Red Cross workers. As ever they were on hand with gum, cigar- 
, '. IZdy, and the most important thing of all, some good American-made 
d buns. After a few hours on the dock we were loaded onto a ferry 
and started for lersev City where we boarded a tram of real cars with seats 
and cushions. About i : 3 o p. m., we arrived at Camp Merntt, w^here we found 
barracks and food with some resemblance of home. 

After remaining five davs at this camp, where we again passed through a 
mill to get rid of cooties which we never had until we went into the mill at Bordeaux 
we entrained again for Camp Grant. On arriving at Chicago we were paraded 
up Michigan Avenue and through the loop, after which the whole regiment was 
assembled in the Hotel La Salle and given a fine dinner. Following this a dance 
was given at the Armorv, which several of the battery enjoyed, until we were 
again marched to the train and started on our way to Camp Grant. We arrived 
there at nine o'clock that evening, to be mustered out. 

It was fitting that the final week should be spent there, where the Battery 
first came into existence. The time was well occupied with thelast physical 
examination, and the preparation of the innumerable forms required. On the 
second day before the one set for discharge, just to give us a parting reminder 
that nothing is certain in the army, the Battery was placed in quarantine because 
of a scarlet fever suspect, and visions of home cooking beat a sudden retreat. 
Twenty-four hours later, however, fickle fortune smiled again, and the quarantine 
was lifted. On the morning of Thursday, February 20, the men of the Battery 
received their honorable discharges, and the career of "A" Battery was ended. 


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My Army Experience as a Recruit 

By Mechanic Joe J. Liebhauser 

When I first thought of joining the army was when I received an invitation 
to come. They sent my invitation on a nice pink card. Well. I sat down to 
read it at an open window and it was very windy outside so I got in the draft 
and just blew in. We hit Camp Grant Sept. 19, 1917, about seven o'clock at 
night, and as we marched from the train to our barracks everybody asked us 
where we were from and how we liked it. Some of us yelled back and said we 
were from H — 1; others said worse than that. Of course we told them we liked 
it fine, we didn't know any better, but if some one asked me that now I'd tell 
him something that you never see in print nor even in Webster's dictionary. 

It was about one mile to our barracks but I thought it must have been at 
least five. We were all hungry when we got there, and some one said, "Every- 
body line up for mess kits." At first I thought it was some kind of a drill, but 
I found out that it was some kind of tin pan and cup they handed me. I thought 
it was a wash dish and a shaving cup until I opened it and found a knife, fork 
and spoon inside. I wondered why they called them mess kits, but I soon found 
out, for we went in to eat. 

I sat down beside some fat guy and started eating. It was burnt hash they 
fed us; the cooks had gone to Rockford to see their girls, which is a great habit 
with our cooks, especially Frost. Well, I tasted the stuff, and Oh, My! " I thought 
I was poisoned sure, but I wanted to make a good bluff and eat it, if the rest 
of them did. I looked over at the fat guy and he was making a face as if he was 
eating Paris green pudding, and I said. "How do you like it, Fat?" W T ell, he 
didn't say a word, but he gave me a look which made me jump. He has an awful 
look on his fat face when he is mad: I ought to know, for it's Boelke.our top kicker 
now. That was when I first found out why they called them mess kits, for they 
sure feed a soldier an awful mess in them. 

I went to bed that night, but I didn't sleep until about two o'clock; for it 
was great fun for me to listen to the fellows talk in their sleep and snore. I re- 
member Sgt. Oldenburg was in our end of the barracks, and he was always talking 
in his sleep about the girl he left behind him in Ripon, Wis., and he would always 
say, "Gee, if I could only kiss her once." Some of the boys were snoring 
so much it sounded like a saw mill sawing wet logs and striking a knot once in a 
while. At last I fell asleep and I thought I only slept ten minutes when our 
top sergeant, Slyter, yelled, "Come on, you cow milkers. Outside! Shake it 
up!" Well, I stayed in bed and thought to myself, "Gee, I'm glad I can't milk 
cows or I would have to get up, too." I only lay there about two minutes, when 
this bald-headed Sgt. Oldenburg came and shook me and said, "Come on, get 
up and fall out. "You see, he was an old timer and knew all about army life; for 
he was there eight days before we came. I dressed and went to the window to 
fall out, but I saw we were up in the second story and it was pretty far to the 

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pround 1 thought, "What is the use of taking a chance of breaking any bones 
IV falling out " 8 So I turned around and walked down the stairs. 

almost as bad as we were. 

Thin- went along prettv well for a few days. One day we were out drilling 

so I thoueh I had better get rid of that cap so he couldn't spot me so easily. But 
he on L who wouk/trade was John Petraszak who had a large straw hat 
he o v one of its kind in the army, and I couldn't take that. You see, John 
Sough he was going down south and he didn't want to get sun burned: for John 
is a great man with the ladies, and didn't want his complexion spoiled. 

Soon we were called to get our uniforms and be real soldiers. We had one 
"here with very large feet, and they called him "supply sergeant. He 
all about clothes, for he was in the clothing business before. He measured 
and then handed us clothes about ten sixes too large or too small. 1 ve been 
wittThim seventeen months now, and he is still the same. 

After awhile more recruits came in, and we had to measure them for saddles. 
When we got through they had to take their meals standing up for about a week. 

One day two recruits came to the battery. Another fellow and myself pre- 
tended to be the doctors, and examined them. We took their temperature with 
a steam gauge, examined them for cooties, found they were not feeling well, and 
so we gave them all the pills we could find in the battery. Two days later they 
had pretty well recovered. 

By this time we were all good soldiers and no longer recruits, and were ready 
to move to Camp Robinson. 

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Some Reasons for the Superiority 
of Battery "A" 

By Corp. C. A. Phillips 

Battery "A", when I first became a part of it, was to me a great mystery; 
it was energized by an electric fighting spirit, which would not allow itself to 
be ca led Sw; but I was surprised that when this spirit went into the ring 
to save ou baW from the yellow stain, it could not even crack peanuts. Mys- 
ereshav away challe nged my curiosity, and left me with a desire to know 
hefr hidden solution. So one day I set out to crack the mystery of A Battery 
and find out, if possible, what it was about the composition of A ; Battery 
that made it so great and mysterious a battery. I first discovered, that it was 
a dry battery and that according to the principles of the orga -^lon °f a dry 
battery, it could only render its most efficient service when ^pt dry-bone-dry. 1 
found out it was a snappy battery; and that everybody in it obeyed on the jump, 
because the Top Sergeant was Bulky. At reveille that morning I noticed that 
Bitte v "A" had a richer color than other batteries in the regiment In answer 
to Sines about this distinction, it was explained to be the result of adding 
another Brown to the organization. When the First Sergeant called ^u. _ to atten- 
tion there was something about the line that gave evidence of military pre- 
cision a peculiar noise as it were. I asked the sergeant what the noise was; he 
said "Whv, that's Klix." Then I noticed something funny about the appear- 
ance of everybody's hair, so I could not keep from asking the reason for this 
Boelke explained,' that they just had it Jimmed. As I glanced down the line to 
the ninth section I noticed something white among the I W. Ws down there 
and I asked what that might be. He answered "That's Frost. Mind you 
this was in August; so I said, "What! So early!" The Sergeant said: Oh, yes 
he sometimes |ets up before noon. " As we "passed from this formation I noticed 
one of our men going through the most peculiar antics, and inquired what he was 
doing. I was told that he was trying to catch a seam-squirrel one of the most 
elusive little creatures in existence. I spoke to the man and said Why don t you 
get that Trappe that I saw out in the tent at the end of the barracks, and use 
that?" Well, he Wendt. 

But my experience in the mess hall that morning was a Crowner; as I passed 
along the counter where the food was served, I saw what I thought was an ear 
of corn, but when I seized it, I found that it was only a Cobb. As we proceeded 
to our table, I overheard an interesting conversation between one red-headed 
private and one big bald-headed sergeant. The red-headed one prided nimsell 
on his conversational ability, and always liked to pass some pleasantry with any 
one who happened to sit near him. He suggested, as a starter, to the one with 
the smooth top, "Wal, Ole, I see when God passed the hair around, you didn t 
get much." "You needn't throw it up to me," replied the sergeant, tor all 
there was left, was some of that bloomin' red hair; and I wouldn't take any ot 
that." After this I noticed a strange looking bird with a long neck; it was near 
the door at the first table. I asked for the name of this bird, and was informed, 
that it was one of those rare birds called a Swan; and that another bird next to 
it was a Thiel. 

I found that our Battery was the best battery in the regiment for several 
reasons. For one thing, when there was a Bahr on passes, as there often was,, we 
didn't need to feel bad; for we had two Townes in the battery, and could go right 
to Broadway and find a Breese. On Sundays we had a Bishop to conduct our 
services, and a Gentry to attend. For another thing, we were better equipped 

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than the other batteries for field campaigns; we had an extra Cannon and a Carrier 
for it; if rations ran low, we had Bacon and Rice, and we had a Bunch; while, 
if our shoes wore out, we had a Shoemaker to repair them; and if it turned cold 
we had Kohls to keep us warm. When it came to getting to some point for battle 
operations, we never were afraid of being late, because we had a Howard on the 
watch, and always kept a Head. If we broke one of the lens on the B. C. tele- 
scope, we could replace it with a Lenz "made in Germany." In aeronautics 
we could boast of the innovator of a method of flying without a machine. This 
ought to revolutionize aerial fighting. Of course, Corp. Hubler is only capable 
of making limited flights at almost unlimited speed by this new method; but we 
know that practice makes perfect. Well, one Day was enough among the mysteries 
of "A" Battery; so if there are any more solutions desired, Williams Kendig 
them out. 

Inside Dope 

By One Who Knows 

There are those who think that our battery foot-ball team was organized 
to secure the glories of victory; but there are others who know that this was not 
the chief end of that football team. The title of my article implies a revelation 
of matter belonging to an inner circle. This information is a result of an acquain- 
tance with the members of the team long before they conceived of a football 
team to accomplish a certain sinister purpose. 

Of course we must give some credit to those to whom credit is due for going 
into the enterprise with the purest of motives. Take for instance Sgt. Olden- 
burg; we know that it was not his giant physical frame that induced him to offer 
himself in such strenuous athletics; but that it was a consciousness of the team's 
great need of his towering intellect. This alone led him to make so generous 
an offer of his services. It was only because of the short life of the team, and 
because of the dominating influence therein of a certain sinister purpose already 
mentioned, — it was only on account of these facts that we only got a few flashes 
from his marvelous brain. Nevertheless, we have never doubted that he pos- 
sessed it, though he was denied opportunity to manifest it. 

Closely allied to his case in purity of motive is that of Sgt. Rice; we know 
that Rice did not care so much about the grandstand and side lines seeing the 
intricate plays he was required to execute, as he did to bring the team through 
the toils of obscurity to the pinnacle of victorious accomplishment, where they 
would become widely known. He, too, was destined to be foiled of his longed- 
for ambition, by the sinister purpose already referred to as being the chief object 
of the majority of the team. 

The motives of Mechanics Liebhauser and Zelenski, we believe also, were 
above reproach, and closely akin to those of the aforementioned Sergeants. It 
is barely possible that they were moved to help out because of their love of experi- 
ments; so they should be exonerated from all blame, and be classed with the 
two sergeants. 

Supply Sgt. DeVoe, Hooley, Tollefsrud, Lundgren, Burke, Zobel, and "sure 
tackle Johnie," were all lovers of exercise in good clean sport; so they probably 
joined, to secure all the enjoyment they could out of it; and were later persuaded 
to lend their efforts to the majority of the team by Corp. Fitzgerald, the Captain, 
who was a great supporter of the sinister purpose. 

The rest of the team , substitutes included, were from the beginning out and 
out for the sinister purpose. Some of the most famous of them were "Gold brick 

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du " "W;= Master's Voice Meyer," "Kid Wallv," "Admiral Wind on the 
Sound "\Y glev i Wt SeiTe Sgt. Swan, Jack Reschke, Sveom, and a few 
more notables 8 Many a hike and many a drill they reluctantly forewent in order 
S gain tl purpose they had championed. They went out to practrce faithfully, 
Lut* although they went out I have never learned whether they practiced faith- 
fully The history of the team's operations on the gridiron speaks loud testi- 
l y ; a ' Tnst them- for pav call was only blown once in their honor, while the 
rTAim tl evp ved, they were obliged to leave the field with the Headquarters 
Co placing the P sad strain's of a funeral march for their benefit. The dirge was 
in order- for our team buried their future hopes of victory in the depths of their 
grief that dav. You will wonder what the certain sinister purpose was for which 
the football team was nourished and kept intact when it seemed to have come 
to such an ignoble end. Well, bend your ear and I 11 whisper it to you. We 
were soon to leave Camp Hunt and there was no more need for the team, as it 
had been created to make a new field for the display of the cunning army art o» 
"gold bricking!" 

Silence Is Golden 

TIME— August 6, iqiS. 5 P . m . 

PLACE— Camp Robinson, Wisconsin. Directly south of Battery "A" barracks. 

Guard-mount is taking place, the new guard being furnished by Battery "A". 
The greater part of the regiment has assembled to watch the impressive ceremony. 
Pvt J. C. Anderson is the right hand man of the front rank of the new guard. 
The Adjutant and the Commander of the New Guard take their posts after making 
their inspection. 

THE ADJUTANT— (To the band-leader.) "Sound off." 

PVT. J. C. ANDERSON (In a loud, full voice) "One." 

A dead silence follows, until the band strikes up "Smiles." 

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551 i? Field Artillery fi 

The Army Smiles 

By Corp. C. A. Phillips 

It has been said, that all the army is composed of, is detail and guard. But 
there could very well be added three more things, which are peculiar to the army — 
rumors, inspection, and drill. It is probable that each of these has a dark side 
and has been roundly cursed as being uninteresting and monotonous; but they 
also have a bright side. Let us look at that side. 

In regard to rumors, they are somewhat intangible, usually; nevertheless, 
they sometimes materialize in rather an abrupt fashion, while othertimes they 
die a natural death and remain as they were born, intangible rumors. Rumors 
are born in various places; the guard-house, the bath-house; on detail; and in 
the mind of some rumor brewer, who delights in placing enticing vistas of the 
future before some credulous listener in order that he may see the latter's chag- 
rin and disappointment when his information, supposedly from higher up, turns 
out to be nothing but bull. 

One day while our Battery was still in its infancy and there were only six 
of its members who could boast of saddles to use at equitation, the rumor went 
round, that that night everybody would file into the orderly room to be meas- 
ured for saddles; and that not many days hence there would be saddles for all. 
This was great news for those who were either riding bareback or with blankets 
and surcingles. Sgt. Oldenburg, right after supper, got right to the head of the 
line, as he usually did, and led the line. John De Yoe and his staff took him in 
charge to perform the necessary operations. They measured the distance around 
his waist, then from the knee to the waist, and requested him to bend over so 
they might measure his seat. When he had complied, one of the staff lambasted 
him with a man's size paddle. It is reported, that he played the goat admir- 
ably and never whimpered; so that there was practically no difficulty in leading 
twenty-five more saddle-seekers to the slaughter. But, they do say, it was neces- 
sary to secuFe a new paddle to calculate the proportions of the next man in line. 

Inspections are always serious affairs, requiring many hours' preparation; 
they sometimes terminate disastrously for the man who is not up to snuff. But 
happily for the man undergoing the ordeal, the inspector is sometimes inspected, 
and finds the tables turned on himself. Inspectors have almost omniscient vision; 
they can spot a vacant place among the laid out equipment right off the bat; 
they even discover defects in a man's anatomy, such as a slipping chest, or a 
crooked body; and they tell the possessor of these deformities, to throw out his 
chest and pull in his stomach. On rifles or pistols, you will hear all along the 
line, "rust dust, rust dust, rust dust, clean 'em you must." On hair and beards, 
you hear, "when did you shave last?" "Yesterday afternoon, sir," the soldier 
answers meekly; "give him fatigue," commands the inspector gruffly, and passes 
along to pull the next man's wool, which means, get it cut. On he goes, looking 
for grease spots on clothes, uncleaned shoes or leggins, caps tilted on one ear or 
too far to the rear. A little farther along, a protruding handkerchief is pulled 
with a, "What is this thing doing, hanging out?" 

One of our Sergeants, a man who nearly always gets by, walked out in bold 
confidence to a Saturday morning inspection. He had brushed his hat and suit; 
he had shaved; his hair was neatly trimmed; he had shined his leggings, shoes, 
and spurs; he stood rigidly at attention and threw out his chest, and looked straight 
past the inspector to a spot many yards in front of him. The inspector passed in 
front of him without halting: surely, thought the Sergeant, I can pat myself on 
the back. The inspector came along the rear of the line. He stopped. The 
Sergeant thought he was looking at the man next to him, as there was nothing 
wrong with himself. But no, the inspector bawled him out good and proper for 

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a man of his rank, Maney, a Sergeant, not knowing how to put his spurs on right 
side uo Of course we will never believe that the inspector our Captain, later 
had to'set up the clears to the crowd for being caught in the same oversight; 
although it is said, on good authority, that he did. 

One morning while the Regiment was still in quarters at Camp Grant a certain 
Private went up to scan the detail list on the bulletin board, He found his name 
mscribed under the head, Barracks Orderly. Now, among the duties of a bar- 
ackorderhwa included that of answering the phone, and calling whoever was 
"intecT One of our mechanics, inclined by nature towars pranks and prac >c 

ioking'heard him answer the phone; and was so delighted with Fritz's manner 
of speech, 
quently in 
wound up 

of speech, that he devised a scheme to have Fritz Lenz repeat the operation fre- 

qSlytn dr that he migltt have the enjoyment of hearing him. The mechanic 
wound' up an alarm clock, which had a ring almost identical with that of the 
phone Fritz had no more left the phone after a call, than he heard it ring again, 
Ed double-timed back to answer it. -Veil! Veil! Vaht do you want he 
expostulated, and then followed with the declaration that he couldn t hear nor 
understand. Finally, in desperation, he called the mechanic to come and talk 

to the party. The mechanic came gladly; he held the receiver down and began 
an imaginary conversation with Fritz as a listener "Oh this is the .Adjutant 
"You say you are going to court-martial our barracks orderly? Well, pleaded 

the mechanic, "Sir, he don't understand English very good. Fritz broke in 
with "you fix it up for me, Liebhauser. Fll give you anything you want. 
Tell him' I can't hear good, and its hard for me to understand and speak English 
Liebhauser pretended to disclose this information to the Adjutant with the 
apparent result of exonerating Fritz. Five cigars was the small fee Liebhauser 
charged for his professional services. Fritz would have been willing to have 
paid more for such an easy deliverance. 

Army drill is rather a broad subject to expound upon; and it seems difficult 
to find anything among the recruits which it would be worth while to mention 
as being funny; and really they are not supposed to be well versed in > the lore 
of army drill,' for thev never came into contact with the 'Old Outfit, except 
through the few old timers the regular army handed to us As for instance, Buck 
Sullivan from the old Coast Artillery. He has been through fifteen hundred 
questions on the B. C. telescope, and came clear with a mark of 9S / c perfect. 
He can tell you the duties of every man in a Coast Artillery outfit from a Buck 
Private to the General. In the face of such staggering achievement, a recruit 
should indeed feel diffident about even touching upon the subject of army drill 
It would be useless to seek for a bull or a bonehead play on the trail of this seasoned 
veteran. To have pulled anything with even a suspicion of a mistake about it, 
would have been fatal to his reputation for accuracy, and would have brought 
his name in as a bonehead along with other disreputable tracings from my pen. 

With another old-timer it is a different story. He pulled a real one after much 
experience; and that, before half of our regiment, who had turned out to see the 
guard-mount at which he happened to be officiating as Corporal. He fell in and 
marched his squad up to the Sergeant Major all right. He took his post to the 
rear of his squad; and when the Sergeant Major had reported the guard to the 
Adjutant, Corp. Parker heard the command ring out, "Officers and Non-Com- 
missioned Officers, Front and center." Parker arrived front and center, pronto 
with the other four; one officer, and three noncoms; he raised his right hand and 
delivered his finest salute. But, curses! low and behold; he was the only one 
at a salute, and he had to bring his hand down without any return of it by the 
Adjutant. But worst of all, that was not the end of it; for if anyone wants to 
kid him a little even new, all they need to say is, "Is that the way they do it 
in the old outfit?" 

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5511' Field Artillery, 

When we first came to France and began to handle the French seventy-five 
millimeter guns, another Corporal from the old Field Artillery was seen repeat- 
edly, after much practice and instruction, to turn the drum governing minor 
deflections, each time a command was given to set off the site. It is more likely 
that this was the result of hurried confusion than it was of ignorance of the dis- 
tinction between the two screws. So we'll have to indict Williams on suspicion, 
although we never thought before we saw him do this, that he would slip from 
the high standards of efficiency maintained by the old outfit. 

The rest of the old outfit deserve commendation for their record of executing 
accurately all drills outlined by the regulation manual. Lieut. Weikman should 
be especially mentioned for his skill in doing an about face. 

Since guard is the favorite duty of a soldier, we will consider it last in our 
treatment of the five classifications we mentioned in the introduction. Many 
laughable things that happened on tours of guard duty, could be recalled from 
even a short army experience, during a time when so much new blood had to be 
inducted into the service. Special orders get peculiarly twisted as they are handed 
from one sentinel to another. One man on a post, number two, was instructed; 
"there was to be no meddling with the automobiles in the shed near his post, 
and he should halt everyone after eleven o'clock." When he transmitted this 
instruction to the next sentry, its substance was slightly changed: namely, "No 
automobiles are allowed to be destroyed on this post after eleven o'clock." A 
Corporal was halted one night, and after answering the challenge, "Who's there," 
was told, "to advance to be organized." Another was startled out of his reveries 
during his watch at the guard-house, by hearing sentry No. I, call out,^ "Corporal 
of the guard, man with the sandwiches." Still another went with the relief to a post 
that skirted the edge of a wood where late comers without a pass were wont to 
run the guard. The sentry called out sharply, ' ' Halt ! ' ' Then again more sharply 
"Halt!" Then a third time, with a threatening tone, "Halt or Fll fire." Then, 
luckily, he perceived that he was challenging an army mule. 

On being inspected, one sentinel said his special orders were to wake up the 
occupations of the building, in case of fire. Another upon being asked to repeat 
general order No. nine succeeded very well except that he prefixed the preposition 
"for" to the order. When asked for his interpretation of the order, he said; "Why, 
it means not to let anybody destroy anything, or start a fire, or a fight, or some- 
thing like that, on or near my post." 

But none of the above mentioned fellows could hold a candle to Arthur Mertes, 
who successfully ran both the secret service and the interior guard with a pass 
that was several hours short. He had been enjoying himself on a thirtysix hour 
leave, and got on the train to return, when he fell in with a half dozen other Bat- 
tery "A" "men returning to camp. Now, Arthur Mertes had an exceedingly 
fine and silken mustache'; which in spite of all taunts he persistently refused to 
remove. Mustaches on any member of Battery "A", seemed to the majority 
to be distasteful; so much so, that they have, at times, resorted to gang force to 
remove them. As they saw him coming that night on the train, this little group 
decided to use subtlety on that mustache; for they were determined to get it. 
They began by asking Arthur for the time of the termination of his pass. He 
replied, ''eleven p. m. to-night." "But," vouchsafed one of the plotting group 
"you will be arrested when you get there at three in the morning. We all have 
passes until three a.m. You'd better go to the Colonel, he's on the train; and get 
him to extend it, so you don't get in bad. ' ' Away Arthur went to find the Colonel 
who in truth was not upon the train at all. During his absence, the group took 
a neighboring civilian into their confidence, and succeeded in enlisting him to 
help them in'furthering their plans, by acting as an army secret service man in 
civilian clothes. Arthur returned to report that the Colonel was no longer on 


\55l I 1 Field Artillery 

the train In a few minutes the secret service man stood in the aisle at the side 
of the group and requested them to show their passes. He read the time on each 
one oufTou P d as bciJg marked three o'clock, when in ^ *^ re ^ ^ 
At last he came to the victim. "What, eleven p. m. tonight 1 his looks bad 
h\ rowned atMertes. "Well," continued the inspector, 'I'll have to see abou 
it ' ' and passed on. Arthur then thrust himself upon Sgt. John De Voe, a member 
of the group and enlisted his aid to get himself out of his troubles John counselled 
him J stick to him and the group and he would get him by the guards but by 
all means, to shave off his mustache as soon as he got to quarters, lest the secret 
service man should recognize him in the future. Arthur dung tenaciously to the 
group until he arrived unmolested within the barracks. "Now, suggested Sgt. 
De Voe "cut off that mustache; but don't leave any of it laying around any- 
where where it can be found as a clue." The next morning John was surprised 
to have Arthur approach him and tell him, "Well, here she is. I ve got er here 
in this envelope." 


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Captain Earle F. Bliss 

Capt. Bliss was born in Attleboro, Mass. on May 3rd. 1890. He was grad- 
uated from Brown University, Providence R. I. in 191 1. Previous to entering 
the National Army, he had served one year with the 7th Infantry, New York 
National Guard, and two years as a member of Battery "C" 1st Illinois Field 
Artillery with which he served on the border in 1916. He received his present 
rank at the end of the first Officers' Training Camp at Fort Sheridan 111., and 
since September 1917, has been in command of Battery "B". 


331!! Field Artilleryv^ 

Lieut. Edmondson was born in Perry, 
Iowa, on April 15th., 1896. He left Iowa 
State College, where he was a member of 
the class of 191 8, to enter the First Officers' 
Training Camp at Fort Snelling, Minn. 
He also attended the second camp at that 
post receiving a commission as 1st Lieu- 
tenant, and in December 1917 was attach- 
ed to Battery "B," with which he served 
through the winter. In the spring of 
I9i8,"he was assigned to Headquarters 
Company, but reassigned to the battery 
upon our arrival in France, where he took 
charge of Department "A." 

Lieut. Howard E. Edmonson 

Lieut. Colnon was born in Chicago, 111., 
on November 14, 1894. He attended 
Lovola University, Northwestern Univer- 
sity, class of 1914, and Northwestern Law 
School, class of 1917. He was admitted 
to the bar, shortly after entering the First 
Officers' Training Camp at Fort Sheridan, 
Illinois. At the close of the camp heiwas 
assigned to the battery as a 2nd Lieut- 
enant and worked with the gun crews and 
special detail. Upon our arrival in France 
he was promoted to the rank of 1st Lieut- 
enant, and assumed the duties of Recon- 
naissance Officer. 

1st Lieut. Aaron Colnon 


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Lieut. Perkins was born in Chicago, 111. 
on Sept. 4th., 1894. In 1916 he was 
graduated from Yale University, New- 
Haven, Conn., where he was a member 
of battery "B," 10th Conn. Field Artil- 
lery. Commissioned 2nd Lieutenant at 
the close of the First Officers' Training 
Camp at Fort Sheridan, 111., he has been 
with the battery continuously, in charge 
of Department "B" since the winter of 

2nd Lieut. Franklin H. Perkins 

Lieut. Versnel was born on Oct. 7th, 
1S94, in Rotterdam, Holland. At that 
place he attended the Oueen Wilhelmine 
School. After five years with Battery 
"C" of the 2nd Field Artillery he came 
to France early in the war as Sergeant 
Major of the 10th Field Artillery. From 
this organization he was sent to the Artil- 
lery School at Saumur, France, and com- 
missioned a 2nd Lieutenant in September 
191S. He was attached to the battery 
in the same month. 

2nd Lieut. John C. Versnel 



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Roster of Battery "B ; 

First Sergeant N. G. Rennicke 

First Section— Sgt. W. P. Gii.len 



rp. A. H. Frank 
t. L. Bernas 


Pvt. J. M. Fossum 
Pvt. A. J. Osborn 
Pvt. C. R. Rowlands 
Pvt. 0. M. Halverson 
Pvt. A. J. Jackson 
Pvt. R. J. Rake 

Second Sectioi> 

Corp. C. F. Reifsneider 
Pvt. B. Rutkowski 
Pvt. G. M. Thomas 
Pvt. O. C. Anderson 
Pvt. C. O. Anderson 
Pvt. J. P. Noeth 
Pvt. A. B. Moulton 
Pvt. Wm. Forichette 

Corp. H. Sanders 
Pvt. J. N. Altenhofen 
Pvt. Wm. Bay 
Pvt. F. E. Bush 
Pvt. E. A. Erickson 
Pvt. C. J. Gahlman 
Pvt. T. "Mike 
Pvt. F. Foster 

-Sgt. E. J. Ha^es 

Corp. H. C. Schneider 
Pvt. A. Gleissner 
Pvt. R. E. Seibert 
Pvt. T. Ginther 
Pvt. I. Hagen 
Pvt. H. G." Heath 
Pvt. F. C. Hayes 
Pvt. E. A. Lenz 

Third Section— Sgt. L. M. R. Vohe 

Corp. C. H. Marquette 
Pvt. C. J. Whitesides 
Pvt. E. J. Kahlke 
Pvt. 0. F. Rupnow 
Pvt. H. Hall 
Pvt. R. 0. Jennings 
Pvt. 0. Weeks 
Pvt. H. H. Lambeth 

Corp. F. Hughes 
Pvt. B. E. Hopkins 
Pvt. H. S. Hayes 
Pvt. 0. M. Johnson 
Pvt. G. H. Miller 
Pvt. Geo. Lee 
Pvt. E. A. Chrysler 
Pvt. V. J. Nyquist 

Fourth Section— Sgt. W. P. Ginther 

Corp. W. H. Maron 
Pvt. P. E. Staffer 
Pvt. ]. Johnson 
Pvt. j. Failla 
Pvt. C. H. Krug 
Pvt. E. A. Bollivar 
Pvt. F. Carlson 
Pvt. Tonv Lee 

Corp. J. J. Hale 
Pvt. E. G. Lind 
Pvt. A. C. Ordall 
Pvt. J. A. Reynolds 
Pvt. "M. W. Rudd 
Pvt. A. Swartout 
Pvt. L. J. Woefle 
Pvt. G. E. Buss 

Fifth Section — Sgt. j. W. Rudolph 

Corp. H. T. Swanton 
Pvt. R. E. Lowry 
Pvt. J. Zimmerman 
Pvt. L. E. Bennett 
Pvt. L. J. McCluskv 
Pvt. V. Erlandson 
Pvt. A. M. Chase 
Pvt. V. E. Schultz 

Corp. H. H. Hinnenthal 
Pvt. J. 0. Anderson 
Pvt. F. J. Bogetka 
Pvt. J. Herbst Jr. 
Pvt. A. J. Cronk 
Pvt. H. B. Lehman 
Pvt. F. W. Moldenhauer 
Pvt. G. Gatzke 


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F. B. Wagner 

Corp. B. F. Smith 

Corp. M. E. Gerlicher 

Pvt. J. A. Froeming 

Pvt. C. 0. Swanson 

Pvt. E. Grenson 

Pvt. M. Swenson 

Pvt. G. Mov 

Pvt. 0. H. Bennett 

Pvt. T. Floen 

Pvt. R. Williams 

Pvt. C. Streetz 

Pvt. R. A. Swanson 

Pvt. H. Gnotke 

Pvt. C. A. Bruckelmeyer 

Pvt. A. J. Frase 

Pvt. S. T. Zurawski 

Seventh Section- — Sgt. F. F. Galloway 

Corp. E. Guthrie 

Corp. R. G. Dorn 

Pvt. A. F. Moores 

Pvt. J. B. McGinnis 

Pvt. R. N. Duffv 

Pvt. J. E. Karnopp 

Pvt. R. J. Nickel 

Pvt. B. Aicher 

Pvt. H. C. Krueger 

Pvt. B. C. Schultz 

Pvt. A. E. Johnson 

Mech. A. A. Pettack 

Pvt. J. A. VanBoxtal 

Mech. S. M. Johnson 

Pvt. C. W. Michael 

Mech. J. H. tunak 


Section — 


T. H. Morrissey 

Corp. D. Zaverdinos 

Corp. A. L. Bosin 

Pvt. B. D. Carlton 

Pvt. E. W. Olsen 

Pvt. C. T. Knutson 

Mech. C. A. Schwefel 

Pvt. H. T. Scott 

HS. E. H. Mittelsteadt 

Pvt. E. J. Mortenson 

HS. F. A. Goetsch 

Pvt. E. 0. Erickson 

Pvt. R. L. Fowler 

Pvt. E. M. Kuckler 

Bugler C. A. Pearson 

Pvt. N. Burtsuklis 

Bugler D. DeClerck 





Corp. G. S. Mears 

Corp. P. F. Scheiman 

Sad. E. F. Heckstein 

Pvt. A. G. Nimtz 

Cook V. C. Reible 

Pvt. R. F. Mack 

Cook R. H. Gould 

Pvt. E. C. McCall 

Cook J. Krebs 

Pvt. A. H. Polen 

Cook A. F. Goeggerle 

Pvt. J. Raycher 

Pvt. B. G. Tribler 

Pvt. W. F. Stageman 

Pvt. S. A. Bensley 

Pvt. H. Van de Berg 




E. S. Shadford 

Corp. B. I. Scott 

Corp. A. A. Pschebelski 

Pvt. W. D. Ketchem 

Pvt. E. J. Stickelmaier 

Pvt. M. Lewis 

Pvt. Wm. Fischer 

Pvt. V. N. Giles 

Pvt. F. A. Meier 

Stable Sgt. E. Swanton 
Pvt. C. Hopkins 

Pvt. F. C. Kiesewetter 

Pvt. E. Nelson 

Pvt. G. W. Nelson 

Pvt. W. H. Manska 

Pvt. W. A. Hildebrandt 



. Geo. Dietz 


' Sgt 

. E. 

C. O'Dell 

Corp. J. 

C. Nielsen, Battery Clerk 

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S^^™n^S^^^X^^^: SSfi Hughes, Whitesides 

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,Jfr *^j£T" > J& 

Top Row— Wagner, Galloway, Morrissev, E. Swanton, Volkman, Diet?., O'Dell, Lambeth, Manska, Hopkins, Van Boxta 
SW /Joza-Swenson, Bruckelmeyer, Zurawski, 0. Bennett, B. Schultz, Dorn, Pettack, Tunak, Reynolds, Peiraon, Mc 
Third Row— Lehman, Gnotke, Frase, Swanson, R., Swanson, C, Krueger, A. Johnson, Michael, Aicher, b. Johnson 
Bottom Row— Rennicke, Floen, Grenson, Mov, Gerlicher, Guthrie, Moores, DufFy, Nickel, Karnopp 


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"'"■ ■ 

Top £ok»— Rudd, Swartout, Woefle, Rowlands, Halverson, Erickson, Sanders, Gillen, Hayes, Vohs, Shadford, Ginther 
Second Row— Chrysler, Johnson, Hale, Lind, Ordall, J. Anderson, Hinnenthal, Cronk, Gatzke, Moldenhauer, Herbst 
Third Row— Jennings, Weeks, Kiesewetter, Km?, Bollivar, Lee, McCIuskev, Chase, Bennett 
Bottom Row— Kahlke, Rupnow, Maron, Stoffer, Carlson, Failla, Colnon, Edmondson, Capt. Bliss, Versnel 

Top Row— Hildehrandt, Stickelmaier, Giles, DeClerck, Mittelsteadt, Schwefel, Stageman, Van de Berg, Nelson, G., Meier 
Second Row— Bosin, Olson, Fowler, Polen, Scheiman, Raycher, Mack, McCall, Fischer, Lowry, Zimmerman 
Third Row— Mortenson, Erickson, Kuckler, Burtsuklis, Krebs, Goetsch, Goeggerle, Bensley, ftetchem, H. Swanton, Pschebelski 
Bottom Row— Zaverdinos, Carlton, Knutson, Scott, Mears, Heckstein, Reible, Gould, Scott, Lewis 



331 i! FieldArtiller^ 

Former Members of the 

Adam, A. A. 
Albrecht, A. J. 
Alexander, H. A. 
Anton, P. R. 
Antonopoulis, C. A. 
Arndorfer, A. 
Beir, F. 
Berglund, I. P. 
Blaszak, I. P. 
Blom, H. C. 
Boersch, E. 
Boetscher, E. C. 
Bodecker, A. G. 
Braatz, W. 
Branding, E. 
Brauer, A. W. 
Bright, L. A. 

Brundage, H. A. 
Bundalo, G. 
Calus, H. 
Campbell. B. J. 

Carlson, H. H. 

Carlsson, J. 

Cekliberk, M. 

Consineau, W. 

Czoscke, G. 

Delfield. F. 

Dcngel, F. X. 

DeYoung, J. 

Dittmer, H. A. 

Doctor, R. 

Ebert, B. 

Ebert, C. 

Ebert, G. 

Ebert, G. C. 

Ehmke, F. W. 

Esthus, A. A. 

Fraske, H. 

Fronzowaik, J. 

Feldhusen, H. 

Gubine, T. 

Hafemeister, A. 

Hafenstein, R. 

Halleckson, E. M 
Hangaard, Geo. 
Hanpert, L. J. 
Hansen, A. 
Harloff II. 
Hart, C. 

Hartgerink, W. J 
Hartwig, R. 

Heller. F. 
Henderson, A. 
Herkert, W. A. 
Hibbard, E. C. 
Hinkes, P. 
Hodgeson, H. 
Hoefling, F. H. 
Holbach, N. 
Holland, C. 
*Hollingsworth, Geo. 
Holtz, Ed. 
Hommerding, J. 
Hudson, A. 
Ingstad, G. 
Jackson, C. 
Jarka, A. 
Jelaca, A. 
Johnson, 1. R. 
Kabon, G. W. 
Kaiser, H. 
Kalhamer, A. 
Kant, H. 
Kasmerski, E. 
Kasmerski, J. 
Karel, J. C. 
Keahmeyer, A. N. 
Keeny, V. 

Keifer, J. 

Kloeden, H. 

♦Knight, Geo. 

Knutson, C. T. 

Koch, C. D. 

Koepsell, W. J. 

Kohls, C. E. 

Konow, R. C. 

Koppleman, C. M. 

Kross, H. 

Krueger, A. W. 

Kubis, T. T. 

Kuckkan, E. H. 

Kunz, L. 

Kurtz, A. K. 

LaBean, R. 

Lackas, P. 

Landin, A. 

Langesetter, O. 

Larsen, A. A. 

Larsen, S. 

Lehman, G. J. 

Leisner, A. 

*Leisses, C. 

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Lenius, A. Schellpfeffer, C. 



Lentz, A. E. Schemmel, E. W. 


Lepple, J. R. Schildt, E. 


Liebenthal, E. G. Schiller, C. 

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Loomis, Schmidt, F. 


Luft, Schmidt, J. 


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Lund, L. W. Schmude, E. W. 

Main, R. F. Schnitzler, J. 

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Pagenkopff, A. Thomas, W. J. 
Palm, 0. Thompson, H. R. 
Peachey, C. T. Tomzcak, B. E. 
Perry, H. Tyson, F. 
Peterson, W. D. Umland, E. 
Pitzner, B. Weiss, H. A. 
Raasch, E. C. Wellnitz, A. 


Ranthum, G. B. Westerling, I., W. 

Ravenelle, G. Will, C. 

Reckner, H. White, J. 

Reick, A. Winkler, P. A. 

Rhodes, S. Woelberg, C. 

Rogenbauer, M. Wollert, H. J. 

Sanborn, F. A. Zeimer, A. G. 

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The following officers served with the Battery for var- 
ious periods and deserve sincere thanks and more than 
this simple recognition of their help in developing the organ- 

ist Lt. H. B. Marks 
ist Lt. H. P. Isham 
1st Lt. S. E. Collins 
ist Lt. J. R. Stiles 
ist. Lt. P. R. Lavery 
2nd Lt. D. K. Morrison 
2nd Lt. L. J. Allen 
2nd Lt. P. V. Swearingen 
2nd Lt. G. J. Bellows 


551 1 1 Field Artillery, 

Although it had probably existed for some time previous in the records of 
the War Department, it was about September 1st, 1917 that Battery "B" first 
took tangible form. At that time the officers of the regiment together with Col- 
onel Lambdin, were quartered at Camp Grant in one of the buildings later oc- 
cupied by the Division Trains. On the date in question an order was posted 
assigning various officers to organizations, and to Battery "B" went Lt. Marks 
and 2nd Lts. Colnon, Morrison, and Perkins, Captain Bliss commanding. A 
battery council was held immediately, where all agreed that as far as their efforts 
would go, "B" should be an organization to be proud of. That this ideal was 
obtained, no one doubts, but due credit must be given to every man in the Bat- 
tery, whose cheerful and loyal co-operation, often unrewarded though sincerely 
appreciated, alone made it possible. Shortly after this first step, the regiment 
moved to the corner of camp alloted to the Field Artillery Brigade, civilian cooks 
were established in the kitchens, and lieutenants sw-ept the orderly-rooms or brush- 
ed up on Drill Regulations, while Captains wrangled over cots, kitchenware and 
blank forms. 

The stage thus being set, the arrival of the recruits was eagerly anticipated. 
Although few realized it, this was a critical time in the history of the country. 
The next month would decide whether a new method of raising troops which 
many declared to be in violation of the fundamental principles of our constitu- 
tion, and whether a vast plan for turning a peaceful nation topsy-turvy into 
war, would succeed or fail. The Draft Act was to be the acid test of a demo- 
cratic government. On September 9th, the first subjects of this experiment clam- 
bered off the train at Camp Grant, very unconscious of their conspicuous role, 
and probably very much worried about their next meal. Here are the names of 
those who came to "B" — Hudson, Braatz, Galloway, Zimmer, Bensley, Wagner, 
Schmidt, Albrecht, Rudolph, Manska. Keeney, Nass, Hale, Weiss, Scheer, 
Reible and Hafemeister from Dodge County, and Kaukauna's pride, Rennicke, 
Hayes, Gillen, Vohs, and Hinnenthal. Nine future Sergeants and a shavetail in 
that crowd of pioneers. 

Provided with these few cogs, the war machine began to grind, and from now 
on cries of "About face" and "Squads right" made the day hideous. More 
and more men came. Hart and LaBean appeared on the tenth and were entrusted 
with the mess and stables. The next day. Springer, later first sergeant, filled his 
tick and aligned his several pairs of shoes under his bunk. On the 20th, 138 men 
in charge of Elias Swanton marched thru the dusk to the barracks, greeted with 
shouts of "You'll like it." There were many men of promise in this party also: 
Bundalo and Mike, entertainers; Dietz, Goeggerle, Gould and Krebs, who, with 
Reible, were to have more to do with the success of the organization than they 
realized; Schwefel and Tunac, the inseparable carpenters., Pearson the bugler, Rake 
the barber, Heckstein the saddler, Mittelsteadt, Maron, Rupnow, Stoffer, and 
many r others too numerous to mention. At this time there were no buglers, and 
an officer coming to wake the battery for reveille, would find everyone pacing the 
floor, having been up since four o'clock, or sitting on bunks watching Frank Schmidt 

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,he 1 tears over his letter from home. The uniforms were startling: a derby hat 
ooned off ,' blousewhich protruded in the rear, or perhaps a campaign hat 

%££Z the £ . , all that Indicated the soldier. It must have been weeks 
before Rudolph and Mittelsteadt found blouses to fat them. 

It was at this time that Lieutenant Marks used to terrify and dismay his platoon 
ttt f , lr 11 In ordering, "Right forward, fours right," followed by pointed re- 
ouests to Marlow and others fo keep in step. Lieutenant Colnon hurled invic- 
?hes at the embryo gun squads while "C" Battery looked on in amazement, 
t might have beS a caisson, but it certainly looked more like a nad-keg. One 
afternoon Lieutenant Colnon was pleased to discover that Vilas Schulz had adopted 
h methods, and was heatedly warning a volunteer gun crew that they were not 
at a funeral " These were the days of physical drill and soccer games Jelaca 
and Schmid leaping piles of corn stalks, was a spectacle which caused passing 
doughboy to top andlpplaud, while visitors paused to watch Mike dash against 
Jh wooden horse P in mounting exercises. Basket-ball, base-ball, volley-bal \ tugs 
of war, boxing, cross-country running, and even hot-hand were introduced to 
remove the peace-time waist measure. 

Wooden heads, wooden horses, and wooden guns that wouldn't shoot charac- 
terized September and October. Early in the second month the arrival of Ger- 
licher, Williams. Lenz, Goetsch, Neiss, Pettack, Bosin, Volkman , \ andeberg 
and twenty-five others who were subsequently transferred brought the Battery 
total up to 178. Beligan, the conscientious objector, came on the 15th, only to 
depart in November for the Remount Station. A week later Main, Kasmerski, 
Herkert Keeney and Weiss volunteered for early service overseas with the rail- 
way engineers. About this time the ill-starred Sergeant Slyter came from A 
Batterv and took over the whistle. On the 25th, Gubine, Hafemeister, De\ oung, 
Holland Seward, and other prospective mule-skinners transferred to the Supply 
Company By the last of November, squads and sections began to take their 
places, specialists of various kinds had begun to appear and rumors of early service 
overseas cropped up. However, any plans for perfecting the organization were 
shattered by the arrival of the first of a disheartening series of orders for transfer 
and on the 30th, twenty-three men ladened with barracks bags, left the battery 
for the 33rd Division at Houston, Texas. 

During the next two months, life was unsettled and muddy but not unpleasant. 
On November 6th, Bernas came from the Signal Corps, bringing useful experience 
with horses and guns. Two weeks later Sears and Hopkins appeared, followed 
at intervals in December bv Olson, Shadford and Sanders. Just before the holi- 
days, Lieutenants Isham, Edmondson, Stiles and Bellows were attached to the 


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Battery, nearly doubling the number of officers. Offsetting these arrivals was 
the departure of the smiling Jelaca, placid Zimmer, and twenty-three others for 
Camp Pike on November 1 8th, and various discharges for physical disability. 
With the transfer of LaBean on December 14th, Sergeant Swanton, and his crew 
of bronco-busters fell heir to the stables and ninety-two horses. The first fifty- 
seven horses had arrived on November nth, and from then on, the cares of the 
buck private had increased. Lieutenant Marks now explained with convincing 
emphasis that when you approach a rearing horse which has just sent a man 
sprawling into the opposite stall, the horse is more frightened than you are, 
and pounded home to the non-coms his creed that a horse is an animal of one 
idea. Captain Bliss explained that the pintle and cantle were opposite ends of 
a saddle. All ranks learned to yearn for the opportunity to pick up a hind hoof. 

In order to arm us further for our coming battle with frightfulness, through- 
out this period we took singing lessons. Perhaps the General Staff thought that 
the sound of our clear young voices ringing across the wastes of no-man's land 
would cause the terrible Hun to break into tears and abandon his ways. At any 
rate the shouting was rather good fun, provided we were not required to narrate the 
adventures of " Private Perks" morethan five times atasitting. The lessons came 
once a week until the measles epidemic after Christmas put an end to them. And 
it was at this time that Lt. Morrison pleaded with us, day after day, to buy Lib- 
erty Bonds. Everyone was rather sceptical at first or reasoned that he was doing 
his bit as it was, but after much urging, in which Captain Coe of the Division 
Exchange assisted, the ball was started rolling. "B" did not head the regi- 
ment in subscriptions this time as she did later in the Fourth Loan, but we rolled 
up a very comfortable total. 

With the approach of Christmas, everyone began to think about the possibil- 
ities of getting home, Secretary of War Baker kept us on the anxious seat until 
the last moment and finally decided that a few at a time over a period of ten 
days would be the best way to get around the transportation problem. Those 
who spent Christmas in camp will remember that Captain Bliss as Brigade 
Commander inarched his three regiments down to the enormous Christmas tree 
near the station. Those on leave seem to have enjoyed themselves immensly. 
Some were ingenious enough to get an extra twenty-four hours by finding them- 
selves conveniently snowbound in Milwaukee, Chicago or Beaver Dam. Others 
returning with the love light in their eyes, applied to Lieutenant Morrison for 
allotment for dependents. 

The New Year started with 104 men in the Battery, four feet of snow, and 
a temperature of ten below. There were few changes in the battery in January. 



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Early in the month. Sergeant Springer and Private Knight, former city attorney 
of Rockford, left for the third Officers' Training Camp, and Corpora konow came 
from "A" to preside over the orderly room. Hartwig transferred to the 448th 
Truck Co and was seen almost a year later in France. It was on the 17th, that 
Schnitzler's hitherto quiet horse decided to throw him into a snow bank against 
the stable-wall and broke his arm. The morning report of this date contains 
the interesting entry. "1 horse from duty to sk in Hosp Pvt. from 
duty to sk. in Hosp." It sounds as though both parties had suffered. 

Guard duty in this weather was something never to be forgotten; the winter 
cap and knitted helmet were all that maintained the spark ot life. A report of 
fifty below zero went unchallanged. When there was nothing else to do every- 
one shovelled snow, even out of the barracks where it accumulated under the 
ample ventilators. On January 12th, the battery stumbled thru drifts tor^two 
miles in a bitter wind, to have their feet measured at the Base Hospita 
Bliss was surprised that they came back 
alive, and possibly to keep them safe at 
home, announced quarantine for measles that 
evening. It was at this time that the train- 
ing schedule called for winter sports. Snow 

fights, fox and geese, skeeing, snow shoeing 

and tobogganing were introduced. It was 

worth a frozen ear to watch Vohs take the 

hill on one skee, while Schwefel and Bernas 

did their best to break their backs by leap- 
ing the gap on the toboggan. 

During February and March the strength 

of the battery dwindled to almost eighty 

men. There was too much guard duty, too 

much grooming and toe much mud. The 

more we called for men, the more we 

were required to transfer. A thaw and 

frequent rains in the early part of February 

turned the camp into a swamp. The 

stable police dug ditches from morn till dewy 

eve. On February 6th, Captain Bliss was 

ordered to Sill and turned the battery over 

to Lieutenant Isham. Someone organized 

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a farewell party at which Callaway jigged, 
Rutkowski sang Polish love songs, Bosin 
played the mouth organ and rolled his eyes, 
and Hollingsworth acted master of cere- 
monies. It was about a week later that the 
first Sergeant reported seventeen privates 
absent at Monday reveille, creating quite 
an uproar until a reassuring telegram told 
of trouble with train connections at Minne- 
sota Junction. On the 25th, Lieutenant 
Lavery took the battery while Lieutenant 
Isham quietly disappeared. The latter re- 
turned early in March to find an account of 
his wedding tacked on the bulletin board. 
On March 2nd, the battery lost a respected 
friend when Lieutenant Marks at length 
obtained his long sought transfer to the 
Cavalry. In this connection it is interesting 
to note that a few months later, Marks was 
again in the Artillery, now a Captain, tak- 
ing the course at Sill with Leisses and Hol- 

As Spring and warm weather came on 
and the mud began to disappear, equitation became more and more the order 
of the day. There was still plenty of mud, however, when Rake undertook to 
ride a horse new to harness and rider. After three jumps, P.ake got off, upside 
down, and the horse dashed off in all directions. Throughout the days men moved 
round and round the gun shed on blanket and surcingle waving their arms 
and grunting at the command to ' ' le-ean back. ' ' On March 8th the first mounted 
section took the field, while officers and non-coms hovered around, anxiously watch- 
ing every change of expression of the horse faces. 

Meanwhile the basket-ball team had been climbing upward in the Division 
Tournament. Hayes, Vohs, Shadford, Scott, Hollingsworth. Galloway, Reif- 
sneider and Gintber perspired vallently but were unfortunately beaten in the 
championship game. Also gas instruction was in vogue this Spring. Sergeant 
Gillen can tell just how nice it is to double time thru the slush in a mask; it res- 
embles drowning. Lieutenant Colnon's vivid talks on the horrors of gas warfare 
brought even "Father Time" Seibert to the six second mark. 

On March 25th, Sergeant Hart transferred to the 0- M. C. and Sergeant Dietz 
took command of the "guys that get the buglers up." Lieutenant Collins was 
assigned to the battery on March 29th, to replace Lieutenant Marks, and took 
command a few days later when Lieutenant Isham left for Ft. Sill. On the 30th, 
Schulze, the comedy cook, who later welcomed the battery to LeCourneau, and 
Giles, who later rejoined, transferred to Camp Merritt. 

April was an interesting month. It started with an advance rumor of the 
Sparta hike, and continued with preparations for that event. On Saturday, April 
6th, Major Perkins held a field inspection at which "B" battery was pleased 
to appear an hour late. The day was very dusty, and tooth-brushes and extra 
garments were much the worse for their participation. A week later came the 
parade of the whole division thru Rockford. The six hours in the saddle left 
some of our horsemen a little bowlegged. On Sunday, the 14th, the Wisconsin 
Society presented the regimental colors to Colonel Lambdin with impressive cere- 
mony. Battery "B" took part successfully in this and in the review before 
General Kennon which followed, in spite of the fact that in the rehearsal the 
day before, Lieutenant Collins had a little difficulty in steering the organization 




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to its olace On the 1 8th, the regiment under Major Perkins hiked out into the 
country, encamped, had mess, packed up, and hiked back. Two days later came 
the first mounted inspection. It took two hours to form the line, and General 
Martin ealloped around it in as many minutes. "B" was distinguished by the 
fad >li;,t Lieutenant Lavery was thrown from Sergeant Leisses Horse, lhat 
must have pleased Leisses, who had been none too glad to give up his pet. Cap- 
tain Bliss, minus his mustache, returned from Sill on April 22nd, and a few days 
later started the work of packing for the move to Sparta. 

During the month, there were several changes in the battery. Sears the horse- 
wrangler went to Camp Logan on the 3rd, and "Scarneck" went ungroomed. 
Mears, Scheiman and Scott came on the iqth, and joined the other intellects of 
the B. C. Detail. Sergeant Rennicke now assumed the responsibhties_ oi top 
sergeant, a post for winch Captain Bliss had him continually in mind since his 
first appearance. The energy and fairness with which he administered the im- 
portant duties of this position were to aid materially in the successful develop- 


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ment of the organization. Failla, Fossum and Kahlke came on the 20th, and were 
immediately taught to stand to heel. Fossum, alas, was so discouraged by ' ' Whisk- 
ers" and "Baldy" that he went to Chicago and stayed there until he was brought 
back. On the last of the month, casuals" from the Depot Brigade filled up the 
unoccupied portion of the barracks. They put on a guard which stopped all and 
sundry, and which having stopped them was at a loss what to do next. The last 
five days at Grant was filled with plans for the "hike" and properly belong to 
the following chapter. 




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1 ^ HIKE r 

Talk of the move to Camp Robinson persisted in spite of several postpone- 
ments of the date of starting and by the first of May rumor experts were fairly 
confident that the tenth would see us on the way. At first it was planned to 
take but a hundred horses, and Schultz and Bensley cheerfully made up a list of 
"bad eggs" to go back to the Remount Station. At the last moment, however, 
i, was found that we could select fifteen more men from among the casuals in our 
barracks and it was decided that with this help we could take all. Preparations 
for the move were made in all departments. On May 2nd the regiment was 
marched into the country, where camp was pitched, and marched back again by 
starlight. There was something dramatic in this night ride, with not a light ex- 
cept here and there the glow of a cigarette, and not a sound but the rumble of 
the caissons and Sanders softly cursing his off-horse. The '-snakes" were now 
taken for dailv runs by relays of riders to accustom them to changing scenery 
and to tire them out. Stables and barracks were vigorously scrubbed for the 
final inspection. Packing was completed in a frenzy of work on the eleventh, 
and the following day loading of the freight cars began. On the l+th, Leisses 
and Hollingsworth left for the 4 th O. T. C. At the last moment, barely in time 
to draw shelter halves and other necessary equipment, Lind, Buss, Raycher, 
Rudd, and eleven other former casuals were welcomed into the organization. 

The morning of the fifteenth we started. Reveille was at four thirty, and three 
hours later the Headquarters Company took the road at the head of the column. 
It was a strange procession that then wound thru camp, across the Rock River 
and down the road toward Rockford. Two caissons headed Battery "B's" 
column, scarcely visible beneath the pile of rolls, horse covers, oat sacks, and picket 
rope which threatened to topple over at every jolt. Dorn carried the guidon and 
argued with Rudolph who should ride beside the lead pair. Behind the section 
came the bareback riders, four abreast, looking just the least bit worried and 
uncomfortable. Next were the men with saddles, each leading one or two horses, 
and finally the pursuit non-coms. The latter had plenty of work to justify their 
title, for the horses behaved in a manner which made the most optimistic wag 
their heads. Lt. Morrison had them galloping after runaways most of the morn- 
ing. To add to our forebodings, we could plainly see that all was not well with 
"A" and word came up the column that "C" had bolted into the river. How- 
ever, by the time the procession reached Rockford, order had been fairly well 
established, and the riders could divert their attention from their mounts to acknow- 
ledge shouts from the sidewalk, stoop to receive a lilac or package of cigarettes, 
and promise to bring back the Kaiser's ear. 

Just outside the town, we stopped for lunch. There was another small stamp- 
ede when the horses were introduced to nose bags, but the oats soon restored 



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551 1 1 Field Artillery, 

peace. Having done much and eaten nothing since very early in the morning, 
Nimtz was fairly staggered at the small size of his sandwich. He was heard 
to mumble that someone must be trying to founder him. After mess, the march 
was resumed until shortly after three o'clock, when the picket line was stretched 
on a broad field of Lovejoy farm. Tents were pitched in a few minutes and the 
horses led off to water at the river, a mile distant. 

The watering place was a stretch of sand and mud at the bottom of a steep 
grassy hill, and it was there that our four footed friends showed us some new 
tricks. The horses floundered in the mire, rolled, and swam into deep water with 
their frantic riders, and the few men who were able to save themselves from a 
ducking were dumped a few minutes later in the scramble up the hill. Anyone 
who had been hitherto opposed to strong language found on this and similiar occas- 
ions which followed that since to hit a horse meant K. P., a few well chosen words 
were the most suitable outlet for outraged feelings. However, a good supper 
soothed Bernas and other ruffled spirits, and sunset found everyone fairly pleased 
with the new life. 

The following morning it took a great deal of scrambling to get things packed 
again, but by nine o'clock we were on the road. Fortunately no attempt was made 
to water the horses in the same place; a pond in a farmyard at the end of the 
first mile made the operation very simple. A little later the regiment wound into 
Beloit, where a flattering reception awaited. Ketcham, Kahlke, Thomas, and 
others on surcingles tried their best to look comfortable and unconcerned, and 
Moldenhauer prodded his wheelers with great importance. At a halt, there was 
lemonade, cakes, cigarettes and more lilacs for the heroes. Hayes and Gillen are 
said to have left several broken hearts when they rode away. 

Beyond Beloit there was a stretch of hot and dusty road, which continued until 
we camped at 3:15 at Curtis Farm. Watering in a steep banked muddy brook 
was again a task that called for picturesque expressions. In the evening there 
were many visitors from Beloit and even from Rockford which we had fondly 
imagined was now far behind. The volley ball net was stretched between the 
water cart and ration wagon and such of the visitors as did not care to listen to 
the band, watched "Hebe" and "Jiggs" perform. Some men tried to shave 
by the suns last rays, and discovered the truth of Cobb's remark that a private 
has no more privacy than a gold fish. 

Eight o'clock Thursday morning saw us in the saddle again. Packing was 
becoming less complicated. Today it was patriotic Janesville that startled the 
horses with its flag waving. Osborne caused a sensation by discovering a girl 
friend in the crowd. The noon halt was in the outskirts of the town, where fac- 
tory girls in fatigue uniform waved at Eric Nelson and Signar Johnson, two of 
our handsomest. The afternoon march followed a river, from which we turned 
into a beautiful hillside camp at Fish Farm. In the evening thousands of visi- 
tors inspected horses and kitchens while bashful young ladies tossed cigarettes to 
bashful soldiers and ran — a little wavs. 



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The next day was uneventful until evening, when we passed under Brooklyn s 
\rch of Triumph, and spread over the first poor camp site. The ground was 
soggy when we 'arrived, but more so before we left. The battery with the horses 
irn ing from a trip of over a mile to water, when the lowering clouds un- 
loosed a terrific burst of wind and rain. It was not more than a hundred yards 
to the picket line, but everyone was thoroughly soaked before he could dash tor 
hi, pup-tent. Bundalo dashed for the carriages, where he was found later under 
the harness by a stable orderly looking for oats. The rain continued all, 
and Lieutenant Stiles was not far from wrong when he dreamed that he was drown- 
ing when his feet stuck out of his blankets. Frank Schmidt picked tins uncom- 
fortable night for his attack of appendicitis and had to be sent forward to Madison 
by motor ambulance the next day. 

Sunday morning the soggy rolls were cheerfully made, for Madison was the 
next halt 'and we were to stop over Sunday. The start was early, aid by two 
o'clock in the afternoon we were pulling into the Fair Grounds. "B" spread 
their blankets in the sun beside a shingled water tank, where grooming was sadly 
interrupted by well-meaning Red Cross women with baskets of candy and smokes. 
No less a person than Bosin was seen to ask for more candy, holding a full box 
behind his back. Saturday evening and all of Sunday were devoted to rest,^ except 
for the "usual guard and fatigue." Everyone had an opportunity to visit the 
capitol, but there is very little scandal to report. Stageman, to be sure, was seen 
Sundav evening with two girls, but then two is nothing for Walter. Sunday after- 
noon a thunderstorm came close to wrecking the camp, but the men on hand were 
able to hold it down. 

On Monday the 21st, the regiment hiked thirteen miles to Token Creek. The 
first part of the route lay thru Madison, where we smiled for moving picture 
operators and looked for friends in the crowd. On the road beyond, nothing un- 
usual occured. Camp was made in a stumpy field, where roots and stones made 
lumpy beds. Watering the horses was a troublesome affair here since not more 


551 !! Field Artillery, f 

than four or six could drink at once. Sergeant Scheer's horse stumbled into a 
mud hole and ducked its rider. Scheer came to the surface with a look of extreme 
disgust and for many hours refused to speak to Gillen for not having warned him. 

We left Token Creek in good order at eight o'clock the next morning. The 
weather was beautiful and all seemed serene, but in view of later events, Corporal 
Schneider must have let his caisson run over a frog. After covering seventeen 
miles, tents were pitched in the pleasant meadows near Poynette. Watering, feed- 
ing, grooming, mess — all the routine work went on until dark as usual. After supper 
some went to town, little noting a low-lying bank of clouds, while others sang in 
little groups or rolled up in their blankets for the night, unconscious of impending 
doom. About nine o'clock, however, a sudden, breathless inky darkness fell, there 
were a few minutes of uneasy stillness, and with a terrific thunder clap, a hurricane 
swept down on the camp. Rows of tents went down like houses of cards, picket 
lines tore loose, and the supply wagons rumbled off by themselves before the 



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shrieking wind. Rain fell in sheets. Fitful flashes of lightening revealed men 
unnin/here and there for shelter, struggling with the pamc-stncken horses or 
vainly pursuing runaway blankets. After twenty minute, of *e utmost confu- 
sion in which occured a thousand little, best known to the -en them- 
selves, the wind dropped as quickly as it had come, leaving a steady ram to make 
the rest of the night miserable. A fire was started near the cook tent at winch as 
m any as couldn't find places in the nearby barn tried to dry their shirt-tails ; and 
socks A few wise ones explored a nearby fence corner where officer s Stetsons 
were 'to be had by merely juggling the hat cords. Gould, wet to the skin, 
snored the night out on a sack of potatoes. 

Those who slept at all arose at reveille to face a cheerless drizzle. To move 
seemed hopeless, but move was the order, and eight-fifteen saw us on the way, 
soggy men, soggv packs, soggy horses, and soggy tempers. The shattered trees 
and buildings of Poynette as we passed bore witness to the violence of last nights 
storm. Later in the morning the sun struggled out, so that by noon, where there 
was a halt just south of Portage, it was another pleasant day. After mess it 
was a short march thru Portage, where Dorn and others began to see wives and 
sweethearts, to a camp on a forty-five degree slope north of town. Here was 
drainage, at least, we thought. Blankets and packs were spread in the now brightly 
shining sun, while guards kept the multitude of visitors at bay. While work went 
on Red Cross workers with travs of cookies and ice cream cones made them- 
selves immensely popular. A nearby lake with a sandy shore made watering 
simple so that by evening everyone had forgotten or forgiven the troubles of the 
night before. 

Lieutenant Morrison and Lieutenant Stiles left the battery at this camp, 
having been ordered to Camp Jackson, S. C. Both were promoted to Captaincies 
some time later. 

The following morning, regret at leaving Portage was combined with pleas- 
ure at the prospect of reaching Kilbourne that night, where another day's stop- 
over was promised. Lieutenant Collin's was now placed in command of "A" 
battery, and "B" was without his services for the next month. It was rather 
late when the regiment reached its destination, passing between rows of spec- 
tators in automobiles. Camp was made in the woods, which necessitated an ir- 
regular line of tents. Guy ropes were so intricably cris-crossed that an unwary 
traveller between picket line and kitchen invariably brought forth a storm of abuse. 
That evening passes to town were popular, and Friday was devoted to repose 
(bunk fatigue) or walks and boat rides thru the Dells. 

About mess time Friday evening, rumors of a night march began to circulate. 
At ten the talk was confirmed by an order; the regiment was to move out at one 
a. m. Some were lucky enough to have snatched half an hour of sleep, but now 
all were routed out and packing was done in the dark. The battery was ready 
on time and moved out on the road leading across the railroad bridge. It was 
only when now and then we passed under an arc light where muffled figures of 



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spectators clustered that packs and equipment could be checked. At first the 
novelty of the hour kept everyone awake and the horses stepped out eagerly. 
But the second hour, and the third and fourth and fifth dampened the spirts of 
the most wakeful. It became necessary to prod the cannoneers to keep them 
from rolling off under the wheels. To keep one's eyes open and sit up in the 
saddle became a torture. At a halt, men slept face downward on the road, and 
stumbled drunkenly when they got up to move on. As day dawned, each mile 
seemed as if it must be the last or see us dead, but the column crawled on and 
on and on. 

At last at nine o'clock there was a feeble cheer as word was passed back 
for the guidons. A few minutes later the road was abandoned and the line was 
formed on Finnegan's Flats, near Mauston. Men tumbled off the horses, fumbled 
at the cinches, stretched the picket rope, and half pitching the tents, fell asleep 
in a broiling sun. However, towards noon, enough were able to move about to 
get the horses watered, and of course all were on hand for food. 

The rattle of mess kits was beginning to subside when a rainstorm which had 
been threatening for the past half hour broke in torrents. Fortunately there was 
no wind, for in the low soft ground there was some trouble in keeping the tent 
pegs down. Numerous rivulets began to flow among the blankets and Corporal 
Konow was dismayed to see the water backing up in the ditch before his shelter. 
He leaped to save the records, and while half the battery egged him on from the 
shelter of the cook tent, fought violently with his spoon to stem the tide. Corp- 
oral Reifsneider stuck his head out to see what the noise was about just in time 
to have his own tent come down on his back. The night was damp and uncom- 
fortable, but that was now coming to be accepted as quite natural. Sergeant 
Shodford drew the odium of everyone by rousing the battery in the small hours 
of the morning to save the horses and picket line from sinking out of sight in 
the mud. 

Sunday morning, men and horses were in shape again, and after some little 
trouble in crossing a broken bridge took the road with the longest march of the 
trip ahead. It was four thirty when camp was made on a broad, low — lying plain 
at Hustler, twenty miles from last night's stop. There was some bad language 
when it was found that a few tents had to be pitched in puddles, but there was 
more when the now customary rain descended and changed the puddles to ponds. 

The next day's march covered but fifteen miles, but it was longest in point 
of time. It was after five before we reached the end, tired and dusty, greeted 
by the hoots of the heavy dough-boys of the 333rd. The delay was caused by 
muddy roads, on which it pleased us to be able to pass some mired trucks, and 
by a long steep ascent which the carriages were forced to take in several stages, 
one at a time. " B's " caissons went up without a hitch, thanks to perfect driving. 
There were several miles of road along the hill-tops after this climb before camp 
was made on a rocky, stumpy slope. The mules, with our squad rolls did not 
arrive until three o'clock in the morning, so that the coldest night of the trip had 
to be spent in saddle blankets. 


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On the 29th, the regiment wound down the other side of the ridge, and at 
the end of another fifteen miles crossed the sandy south range and halted among 
the bare buildings of Camp Robinson. This was the end, and real roofs and real 
beds were first in everyone's mind. Part of the horse sheds assigned to the battery 
tttered around near "A"'s gun-shed, but just now no-one minded that 
but the horses. The new quarters were soon occupied, shelves began to go 
up, and by nightfall it looked as though we had been there a week. The 
hike had been new and interesting, but that night when rain beat on the roof, it 
seemed good to be under cover with no tent pegs to worry about. 

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The three months spent at Camp Robinson were the most pleasant and satis- 
factory in the course of our training. We were still short of equipment but at 
last we had guns, horses and a place to shoot. For the first time we began to 
feel like Artillerymen. Talk of early service overseas lent a zest to work that 
was carried on under almost ideal conditions. Riding became something more 
than impossible gymnastics on a bull-ring, gun drill ceased to be a hollow mockery, 
and the special detail graduated from blackboard exercises to difficult field work. 
Food, which plays a mighty part in building the soldier, was excellent, and as for 
recreation — well, there was LaCrosse! 

No time was wasted in getting down to work. The battery was soon busy 
rebuilding the stables, cleaning stalls and corrals, and digging ditches about the 
quarters. Goetch, Neiss, and Mittelsteadt opened up their new shop, and while 
Goetch decorated the interior with political posters, the other two hunted for 
stove pipe to fit the forge. Sergeant Swanton swept the stable shack, and tore 
down objectionable pictures left by our predecessors. Sergeant Dietz found 
plenty of work to worry the K. P.'s. Three days after our arrival, the hostile 
Reds, advancing along the railroad from Tomah, were halted by our infantry 
in the vicinty of Pike's Peak, and the Artillery dashed out at a walk for the first 
firing practice. The cannoneers and cook off-duty climbed Selfridge Knoll to 
watch. This event ended the month of May, and started the important work 
of the summer. 

June passed quickly and witnessed progress in all departments. On the 3rd 
"B" fired on the South Range just beyond the Lower Pass, and did surprisingly 
well for the first time. Marquette had the time of his life, and was bound he 
would ride the trail in spite of hell. The battery fired once and sometimes twice 
a week from this time on, improving rapidly until the work of the cannoneers 
became the talk of the regiment. On one occasion, in mid-season, Colonel Lamb- 
din remarked that he had seen but one organization that fired better, Battery 
"A" of the 6th Field Artillery. The arrival of the long heralded British "75's" 
on Tune 25th introduced some new kinks into gun drill, but these remarkable 
looking pieces were soon handled as rapidly as the familiar 3-inch gun. 

Meanwhile the special detail was learning to work hand in glove with the rest 
of the battery. It took no time at all to string a mile of wire and the meanest 
horse holder could make his friends gasp by talk of parallax, azimuths and alidades. 
Dorn learned how to hold forbidden conversations with Bosin, speaking guard- 


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eclly between batches of data. Lt. Colnon almost persuaded his intellectuals that 
cleaning a bit was beneath them, but they eventually learned to scrub as care- 
fully as their less enlightened comrades. 

The drivers perspired all day long, breaking wild horses to saddle and harness 
and pulling the guns to and fro from firing. ' ' Whiskers ' ' learned to follow Hughes 
iike a dog and one bright day was surprised to find himself pulling a caisson. Wag- 
ner, Schneider, Williams, Bensley, Schultz and Hale all learned to stick like burrs 
and calm our meanest man eaters. While the newer drivers under Sergeant 
Rudolph made the corral look like a three-ring circus, the older men learned to 
dodge stumps and take the steepest hills in even draught. 

In June rumors from the usual source to the effect that the division would 
move east on the fifteenth of next month met with considerable favor. Schnitzler, 
rather the worse for his treatment at the base hospital, rejoined the battery early 
in the month, followed in two weeks by "Frenchy" Reible, who had been sick 
at Grant since before the hike. 

July was hot and full of talk of our departure. On the 3rd. Lt. Isham returned 
from the fourth Officers' Training Camp at Grant where he had been instructing 
since his course at Fort Sill, and two days later Sergeant Scheer departed for the 
O. T. C. at Camp Taylor, Kentucky. Lieutenant Collins returned from "A" 
on the ninth, once more completing the quota of officers. By far the most impor- 
tant event was the arrival on the evening of the 15th of the long desired recruits. 
Seventy-five of these men found bunks in our second barracks, and two days later 
sixty-six were permanently assigned. Bush, DeClerk, Fouchette (pronounced 
Fouchay), Fowler, Guthrie, H. T. Scott, and four Johnsons were among those 
in this first detachment. All suffered under the title of "Depot Brigade" from 
now until their departure. On the 26th thirty-five additional men joined the 
"Brigade." In this group were Cecil Hopkins, Mack, McCall, Morrissey, Polen, 
and others who had been non-commissioned instructors at Grant. Unfortunately 
they now found themselves in a new branch of the service, minus the valuable 
experience of the early summer, and many never regained their former grade. 

Among other incidents in this month is the transfer of Bundalo, who had in- 
sisted on remaining an alien enemy to the end. A few days before he departed 
for the Development Battalion, Capt. Bliss had saved Mike from a similiar fate 
by putting him at the mercy of Sgt. Rudolph in the Guard House until he should 
learn to sign his name. Thrucmt July Lieutenant Colnon and Sergeant Gillen, 
now aided in their propoganda by Corporal Ginther, labored for the Fatherland 
by spreading fantastic tales of gas warfare. Early in the month "B" fired one 
of the most difficult problems of the summer. While the telephone men bridged 
the mile and a half that separated guns and B. C. Station, stringing the wire from 
horseback, the instrument detail scratched their heads over triangles that pre- 
sented unsuspected complications. On the 19th, the drivers, not to be outdone 
by the other divisions of the battery, took the caissons over the difficult Ridge 
Road to Hill "1060." A little tragedy ended the month, when "Shrapnel" who in 


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his crippled condition had made many friends and had become a familiar figure 
under the gun shed, was humanely condemned and destroyed. 

Atigust contained a number of changes in the battery and preparations for the 
big trip. The first of the month is notable for the enlistment of Private McGinnis, 
into whom Sergeant Shadford instilled great respect for sentinels. Schelpfeffer 
was transferred to Brigade Headquarters on the 6th and three days later eleven 
more recruits arrived. Among the new men were Lowry and the Lee brothers, 
who were soon detailed for stable police, together with Swartout, and shovelled 
all morning for "A" before they discovered their mistake. O'Dell appeared on 
the nineteenth and Kuckler came a few days later,the latter having been left behind 
at Grant when his infantry regiment moved out when he wasn't looking. On Mon- 
day the 5th "B" fired a barrage for Genera! Martin. At seven o'clock information 
of the arrangement came to Lieutenant Isham who was in command in the absence 
of Captain Bliss, and he was forced to make hasty plans while the battery stood 
harnessed and hitched in the roadway. The show was successful, however, and 
General Martin, as well as General Spaulding and Colonel Lambdin, who watched 
from the B. C. station, complimented the gunners on their work. Word comes 
from one of the recorders that General Martin, though baffled in his efforts to see 
through the telescope, trying first one eye and then the other, remarked that it 
made things much clearer. 

On the tenth of August, an inspection of equipment for fitness for overseas 
service set the rumors afloat. Hunches came true when packing started two days 
later. Sergeant Hayes now assumed a frown that lasted for two weeks while he 
figured weights and sizes and cubic contents and markings. The horse-shoers 
began to pull off all the shoes they had just put on, and the mail was full of shrapnel 
cases for the folks at home. On the 13th, all doubts that something was going to 
happen were set aside when Lieutenant Isham, Volkman and Tunac were seen 
aboard the train with the advance party for France. The drivers spent this day 
packing and storing the harness, unpacking it, harnessing and unharnessing again 
before it could finally be turned in. Such activity grew so ominous that two days 
later, while Pettack and Vandeberg were busy camouflaging the officers' trunks, 
six men decided that it was best to make hay while the sun was shining and went 
A. W. 0. L. After the harness, the caissons were turned in. and on the 17th, 
our 149 horses including the colicky mare who would lie down, were loaded into 
box cars amid scenes of great confusion. Lieutenant Collins and Sergeant Hayes, 
on the 22nd, reported everything packed, stacked, and accounted for and Captain 
Bliss sighed "bring on your war." 

On October 24th, it was learned that instead of leaving on the 26th as planned, 
our departure had been indefinitely postponed. Unfortunately new uniforms 
had just been issued, and it now became a problem to keep busy without getting 
dirty. The expedients adopted were astonishing. There were games, reviews, 
hikes, drill, "right by file," entraining practice, and even an order to swat flies 
before and after each meal. On the 26th there was a battalion review at which 
the sun proved too much for Wagner and Lenz, and a few days later a regimental 
review before General Spaulding. One morning the battery entrained in simulated 

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cars and then with "E" hiked out onto the south range for mess and. an after- 
. That evening the new boxing nng .was debated 
It was two nights later that Whirlwind 
Duffie found he had met h . In addition to Pschebelski, Schulz, Mack, 


with vaudeville and some fast bouts. 

match. In 
Dengel and other fighters, "B" offered her matchless quartet, and Scott, ex- 
boxer, photographer, and expert at the manual-of-arms for these evening enter 
tainments. August ended with a farewell banquet, at winch stories by Lieut nant 
Collins drew much applause, and at the week-end as many as could went home 
for a last good-bye. 





Private McGinhis Sir ! 


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'iffir ■'.-■■ JC-... J^. 

Going Over 

September was an eventful month for the battery. Its beginning saw us in 
Camp Robinson, and its close in England at Camp Knotty Ash, four thousand 
miles away. There were many new and interesting experiences during this period 
but also many things that were disagreeable and disheartening. However, our 
troubles "put the wind up" very few, there was not much "griping," and difficul- 
ties were made light of with a spirit that reflects the very highest credit on the 
non-coms and other leaders among the men. 

With September came definite orders. The last four days at Robinson were 
spent in final preparations. On the 3rd, the departure of General Spaulding and 
the 333rd assured us that there would be no postponement this time. That after- 
noon, the field ranges were installed in a baggage car which we shared with "A", 
and stores of food piled to the roof. The next day, Thursday, after a careful 
police of grounds and barracks and a restless wait on the battery parade, we en- 
trained in faultless style at noon. Captain Bliss was train commander, and at one 
o'clock we pulled out for the great war. 

Selfridge Knoll and Pike's Peak were soon lost to view, and we passed Tomah, 
Camp Douglas, and Portage, four heads at every window. Woefle, to whom sleep- 
ing cars were new, worried all the way to Milwaukee about when he was going to 
sleep. A noisy welcome awaited us at the home of Pabst and Palmolive, where 
Red Cross women with gifts of fruits and post cards were much appreciated. 
Thoughts of German treachery crossed the mind as a train passed a blazing grain 
elevator near Great Lakes. By ten o'clock we were in Chicago, and were shuttled 
around in its back vard while many made their first attempt at sleeping on a 

From Chicago to New York we travelled via the Grand Trunk and Lehigh 
Valley at a little better than way-freight speed. Friday evening after a pleasant 
journey through Michigan and Canada, with half an hour's walk at Port Huron, 
Niagara Falls was reached. All who were awake tumbled out just at midnight 
to see the view. The beautiful hills of Pennsylvania made time pass agreeably 
the following day, as did occasional line-ups for food and an opportunity to stretch 
ones legs at a halt. At one point, Gleissner, the gay dog, was seen to raise a 
girl to the window for a kiss. As we rolled on and on, Woefle became restless and 
finally asked if it were not almost time we were reaching Chicago. 

At six in the evening, the train reached Hoboken and the battery tramped 
noisily out of the station and onto a waiting ferry. This time Woefle is said to 
have thought that the battery had merely stopped on the dock for sandwiches and 
coffee, and nearly died of fright when the building floated away. The ferry floated 
around the lower end of Manhattan while a guide shouted the names of passing 
attractions. At Long Island, after much waiting, another train rushed us to Camp 
Mills. Here tents were found, there was a little fuss over bunks, and our first 
big step was taken. 

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feverish efforts to get equipped, inspected, 

The first davs at Mills were spent in tevensn enoru, cu g C L ^^v-,^ » 

. The dav after arrival, the regiment moved to a better part 

in short order. ner ea ( Q Septem ber nth. no cooties having 

cook SlSg a tip, is P said to have handed the first passer-by five dollars and 
whispered "whiskey " The accomodating stranger whispered wait and French e 
Ts waiting yet. Others probably had as interesting adventures, but unfortunately 
they lacked witnesses. 

On ^member iCth baggage was tagged and hauled away, and the next day 
the b tter? v"s on Sway a|a!n. A ferry took us from Long Island slowly up the 
Hudson to the White Star docks, where we hovered in mid-stream for two hours 
whit some marines occupied the dock officials At Jength/here was room to hand 
and we found ourselves in the shadow of the Lapland, While the rest at the 
regiment got aboard. "B" had some coffee and sandwiches and wrote farewell 
postXbefide an imposing array of depth bombs. Hoefling was snatched from 
our midst at the last minute on grounds of physical disability, only to follow across 
on almost the next boat. "B" was the last organization to board the transport 
and was told to wait further arrangements on the poop deck. 

That night the battery slept on deck, and when morning dawned, heard that 
the .hip was over-crowded and that the deck would be their home throughout 
the voyage The ship was still in dock, but at nine o clock she was slowly towed 
down the river, and out into the harbor. Off Governor's Island, a returning troop- 
ship passed while convalescent soldiers waved their crutches in greeting With 
beating hearts, we watched the clustered sky-scrapers and the Statue ot Liberty 
fade into the distance, and then turned to the business of securing hammocks and 
mattresses and donning the much soiled life preservers. Time until nightfall was 
spent in scrambling for meals, basking in the sun, trying to count the ships in 
the convoy and drawing from the crew harrowing tales of submarine adventures. 
Bunks were made up as early as six o'clock in order to secure desirable locations. 
"Peanuts" and Rutkowski claimed a place under the companion-way, Harvey 
Swanton and Shadford slung hammocks, and others slept in the scuppers, on the 
hatch, under the donkey engine, anywhere there was five feet of space. 

Wednesday, the second day out, a certain amount of routine was established. 
After a six o'clock reveille, everyone climbed stanchons or perched on capstans 
while the deck was washed down. Later in the morning, and again in the after- 
noon we were herded around in the endless confusion of boat drill. Near noon. 
"B" mounted the first guard and for the rest of the day detachments and reliefs 
were seen pushing their way about the ship in search of some of the forty two posts. 
Bernas, Weeks, O'Dell, Signar Johnson, Mack, and O. C. Anderson were selected 
for M. P. dutv and given the run of the ship. Towards evening there was a light 
rain which made the quarters uncomfortable and necessitated much hurried shift- 
ing of mattresses, but which did little harm and was soon over. 

Following davs were very much the same. Boat drill happily assumed some 
semblance of order. On Saturday, the fifth day out, it was an agreeable change 
to find ourselves out of the warm gulf stream in weather that made life more livable 
below decks. The ship entered a heavy fog in the afternoon, and during boat 
drill, narrowlv escaped collision with a neighbor in the convoy. It was the day 
before this that Fowler had been cast into the Guard House for presuming to 
smoke below. On Sunday Zaverdinos found himself in the same fix and minus a 
couple of meals because his trick cigarette lighter, after failing to work all day, 

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flared up at night and caught the eye of a watchful M. P. Two days after this, the 
influenza first made its appearance on our deck. Olson was among the first to go 
under and peered out of his wrapping of hammocks with unappreciative eyes. 
That same night a cold driving rain, with fairly heavy seas, sent many below to 
sleep on the none to sweetly scented hatches. 

September 25th the convoy entered the danger zone. From now on there was 
no sleeping below decks, and a chill wind and rain made the battery uncomfort- 
able. Two days later, an escort of British destroyers appeared, amid cheers, and 
inspired confidence by their business-like appearance. A glimpse of the Irish 
coast the following morning brought a feeling of relief to everyone. Scotland 
loomed up in the afternoon as the convoy turned into the Irish Sea. About four 
o'clock, the convoy divided, part of the ships going to Glasgow, while the "Lap- 
land" with the rest steamed south and in the evening entered the Mersey River. 
Sunday, September 29th found us at anchor in Liverpool harbor, and mighty 
glad to be alive. 

When the order to disembark came Sunday noon, twenty-one of the Battery 
were too sick to be moved. These had to be left behind until they could be taken 
to hospitals in Liverpool. Some we never saw nor heard of again. Konow and 
Stephens, it is said, were later invalided home. Winkler, Guy Lehman, 
Nass, and Dengel, to our very great sorrow, succumbed to pneumonia. Michael, 
Fisher, Lambeth, Hildebrandt, Nike!, and five others rejoined the battery in twos 
and threes over the ensuing six- months. The rest of the battery were lightered 
ashore and hiked several miles through throngs of dirty children to Camp Knotty 
Ash. Here were chilly tents and muddy streets but anything on land looked 
good just now. Even the scanty food, served at dark in one of the large tents 
was a welcome change. Soon all were hunting soft spots on the wooden tent 
floors, and snores ended our first day as part of the A. F. F. 



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At Last 

Two miserable 


t days were spent at Camp Knotty Ash, during which time 
,anged our previous' ideas of "rest camps." On October 2nd there came 
g order to move, and the battery dragged through the streets of Liver- 
poo! to a neatly whitewashed cattle pen, where they boarded a south-bound tram 
to the tune of a British band. This time five men, R. Johnson, Hangaard, Otto, 
Halleckson. and Stickelmaier had to be left behind victims of the flu. _ he 
all dav ride to Romsey with a chance to detrain at Birmingham, was very mter- 
• Everyone noticed the absence of wooden buildings and the of 
'oud in their scorn of the primitive methods oi cuitiva- 
unpton was passed in the evening, where there was a glimpse , 
It was dark when the 

in reached Romsey, and the 

shaving, and baseball. Manska, 
ind was left behind. On 


Minnesota farmers were 

group of German prisoners. 

battery marched by starlight to Camp Woodley. 
October third was spent at Romsey in bathing, 
ex-coal heaver and swing driver, gave out at this pon: 
the followine dav there was an eleven mile hike to the docks at Southampton. 
Here "B" and '"Supply" were separated from the regiment and boarded the 
"Prince George" at seven in the evening. At eleven o'clock the ship sailed tor 
France but shortly changed her mind and was found tossing in Southampton 

harbor when day dawned. 1 his tact 
gave rise to hair-raising stories, with 
which the battery was forced to enter- 
tain itself as it loafed about the docks 
and ship throughout the day. That 
evening another start was made, and 
all hands were treated to a channel 
crossing in all its glory. It was" La 
belle France" that greeted their eyes 
on the morning of the 6th, and weak 
but eager, they stumbled out on to dry land. A chilly rain effectively dampened 
all enthusiasm and after a soggy hike which made one think grimly of tales of 
"sunny" France, bedraggled packs were dumped in the tents of another rest 

In the afternoon, the rest of the regiment moved out of camp for parts un- 
known. "B" stayed on for five days, 
changing tents and bathing at the whim 
of the Camp Commander, mounting 
guard, and wondering what was the big-. 
delay. Blaszak and Kiesewetter had been 
dropped at Southampton, and now four 
more, Koch, Mier. Nike!, and H. H. Carl- 
son went to the hospital at Tourlaville. 
At last, on October nth, came an order 
to entrain, and at 2 p. m. many were sur- 
prised to find that the funny looking box 
cars were all for them to sleep in. Two 
days and two nights were spent in these 
crowded quarters, with just enough cheese 

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and sour bread to keep one alive. The country was new and interesting however, 
and the abundance of vineyards promised well for the future. 

On Sunday, October 13th, the "galloping goose" screamed into Camp Hunt 
and "B" detrained and occupied the new barracks. The cement floors looked 
rather forbidding when one thought of sleep, but at least it seemed like a permanent 
camp, and word went round that there was to be real American "chow" with 
Sergeant Diet?, once more at the oven. That evening Volkman and Tunac, who 
had come down from LaCourtine a few days before with others of the advance 
party, returned from Arachon, and set out to instruct their friends in the ways 
of the country. Both had acquired some smart looking writing paper, small size, 
whereon a few lines could be crowded to pass for a letter home. No effort was 
made that night to take over our sector on the "Western Front," for next to food, 
sleep was foremost in all minds, and besides, francs were scarce. 

The next month of training at LeCourneau was full of new interests and hard 
work. While the weakening morale of the Central Powers and the increasing 
military success of the allies seem to point to an early peace, all had been soldiers 
long enough to believe nothing, count on nothing, and keep busy. On Monday 
morning, the day after arrival, it became known that Lieutenant Collins had trans- 
ferred to the Headquarters company, and that Lieutenant Edmondson, who had 
been with the battery the previous winter, would take his place. Lieutenant 
Versnel, a recent graduate of Samur, was also attached to the battery and proved a 
great help with his practical knowledge of the new gun. 

About the middle of the first week, specialists of all kinds started to school. 
Corporal Scott headed the Machine Gun detail, which became enthusiastic with 
the idea of shooting down airplanes on the wing. Volkamn and his telephonists 
studied elementary electricity, splices, and learned to trace circuits. Lieutenant 
Colnon coached Mears and Shadford in hither-to unheard-of intricacies of topo- 
graphy and they, alas, became ardent "Y-liners." The mechanics learned all 
of the tricks of the "soixante quinze" and just how to tell a cotter pin from a 
brake-segment, while Sergeant Swanton and his horsemen told the hippology 
instructor more about horses than he ever before suspected. 

Meanwhile the gun squads under Lieutenant Edmondson and Lieutenant 
Versnel prospered exceedingly. Several changes in the gun drill, together with 
the new material threw them out of their stride at first, but by the end of the 
month when firing started, the old Spatra form came back, The drivers on the 
other hand suffered from lack of employment. They spent as much time as pos- 
sible cleaning the beautiful French harness, which was never to see service, but 



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when that was done, they relapsed into simulated 
mounted drill, gas drill, and fatigue work. 

A few days after arrival in LaCourneau, a 
number of promotions had been made, and the 
battery reorganized to a certain extent. Ger- 
licher," Frank, Hale. Hughes. Maron, and few 
others were rewarded for long and faithful service. 
O'Dell jumped to the duties of Supply Sergeant, 
and ablv handled this department. At this time 
Lieutenant Colnon received his long due commis- 
sion as First Lieutenant. By the end of the 
month, the various departments were working 
smoothlv and learning rapidly, so that if the regi- 
ment was to see the first line, "B" would be 
ready to "strafe" the Hun with the best of them. 
Firing practice, when it started, was the most 
interesting part of the work. On October 29th, 
for the first time in its history, the battery re- 
ceived its four guns. On November 4th "B" 
fired, using "A"s guns. The next week, on the 
day Germany signed the armistice, "B" fired 
again, using our "own guns, which had been lab- 
orously hauled out to the range the previous Sat- 
urday.' Three days later came the fire on moving 
targets, the guns having been hauled forward over Morresy's bridge. This was 
real sport, but the tank was so badly smashed that the school could see no need of 
repeating the performance. On the eighteenth, the gun crews worked for the last 
time There was supposed to be aeroplane adjustment, but no plane appeared. 
Three days later came the order to turn in all equipment, and while plans for a 
brigade problem came tumbling down, the "75's" were cheerfully trundled off 
to the gun-park. . „ £ 

Before school and firing ceased, the football team had been begging off from 
hikes and gas-drill, and now the game became almost the only interest Hayes, 
Rennicke, Bosin, Scheiman, Gleissner, Heckstein. Ginther, Mack,Vohs, bhadlord 
Moores, Wagner, Gillen, Buss and Whitesides made up most of the squad which 
perspired daily under Mack's instruction, while Scott, Marquette, Rudd, Bennett, 
Zurowski and Galloway substituted and took the knocks in practice games. Wagner 


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turned an ankle early in the season and hobbled to mess on the Colonel's crutches. 
On November ioth, "B" and "C" played an exciting game that started plans for 
a regimental tournament. Hayes, Shadford, Vohs, and Ginther of the near- 
championship basket-ball team passed the ball with surprising success. The game 
was closely fought, and it was only Shadford's last minute drop-kick that gave 
"B" the victory. Saturday afternoon, a week later, "B" defeated "E", 22 to 
o, and the following week played the first game of the tournament, a scoreless 
tie with "A". Four days later "A" came back and put us out of the running 
by a three to nothing defeat. The field had been cleared of puddles beforehand 
by much labor with stable brooms and shovels. The game was well played, and 
the team showed a strong but futile come-back in the second half. The battalion 
championship went to the Headquarters Company, which defeated "A" thirteen 
to nothing, on December 6th, and the Regimental title to "D" sometime later 
in a game that kept the stretcher bearers all too busy. 

While the routine w-ork was interesting, the Saturday and Sunday passes were 
more so. Unfortunately extended leaves were scarce and Rennicke and Hayes 
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nnnnWr however particularly when the handsome buck privates found that they 
1 en s , o hfd come to save "la patrie " and that the d«no»ell« admired 
hSr slim waists. Lieutenant Versnel's French class was well attended, though 
n nv e nsidered themselves finished linguists after they had learned to 
-oof-sandwiches'' and ask "combien." Others got as far as tout de 
suite " and learned to say "ah oui, ah oui" with easy nonchalance whenever the 
n tives became unintelligible. < < Souvenirs de France became the rage and clut- 
teredthe homebound mails. Of'vin rouge, " "cognac, " and the Western Frog, 
it is perhaps best to remain discreetly silent. After recall every evening a few 
cam/home hilarious, wobbly, and conspicuous, but the rest ether got away 
with it better or stuck to moderation. 

\fter the order, on November 21st, to turn in equipment and prepare to move, 
there followed a month of idleness similiar to the last days at Camp Robmson 
Thanksgiving plans were upset by the order, and therefore on Sunday three dayslater, 
after the first football game with "C," the battery had its turkey dinner , 
holly decked mess-hall. Tt turned out, however, that we were not to leave 
sometime, and so on Thanksgiving Day. another dinner pursuaded many that 
armv life had its bright side after all. Thereafter came weeks of foot-ball, foot- 
drill' hikes, French history, and bunk fatigue, while everyone Polen included 
erew fat Kahlke, who had broken his collar bone in a too-enthusiastic gas-drill 
earlv in November, now reappeared in bandages. At odd times, men who had 
been dropped in England and Cherbourg turned up embarassed with rifles and 
tin hats. Alexander and C. C. Sherman were transferred to the I . A. K. K. 
and on November 30th, Leo Neiss offered to stay in France and shoe horses at 
the Remount Depot at Sougy. 

Finally, in the wake of the customary rumors, on December 20th came the 
lone expected move. There was much waiting around in the morning, part of 
the time being spent under the loading platform to avoid a ram but at noon 
the engine squealed, and we waved good-bye to the wine shops and Camp Hunt. 
Lambeth, dogged bv hard luck, was again left behind nursing a case of mumps. 
The distance to Camp de Souge, our destination, was only 50 miles, butrt was 
eleven o'clock at night when we arrived with none too charitable feelings for frog 
engineers. It was midnight when all baggage was finally disposed of and^ the 
batterv clambered into double deckers to dream of New \ ork 

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The regiment spent but three days at De Souge. There was nothing to do 
but stand reveille and retreat, dash through the rain to the airy mess hall, 
and keep up the fires in the stoves. Everyone will remember how, on the second 
evening when Lieutenant Colnon was standing retreat to the music of a neighboring 
regiment, our own bugles interrupted with the rude regimental call and nearly 
broke up the formation. The morning after this event, the 333rd was seen march- 
ing cut of camp, and late in the same afternoon we learned that we should hike 
fifteen miles the next day to an embarcation camp. The evening was spent 
bundling extra blankets and overcoats into squad rolls so as to lighten the march- 
ing pack, and loading them into trucks. A detail of cripples, cooks, and baggage 
smashers went ahead with the trucks, while the rest of the battery turned in 
feeling that the end was not far off. 

Now there is some dispute as to who suffered most, the advance party, which 
spent all night in the rain, on the trucks and unloading baggage, with no place 
to sleep when they were through, or the main body which hiked and saw the 
promised fifteen miles stretch into twenty-two. The hikers have much to say 
for themselves, for they underwent the mental and physical torture of having to 
halt, utterly exhausted, at what appeared to be a perfectly satisfactory camp, 
only to learn that it was the wrong place and that they had gone two miles out of 
their way. They retraced their steps at a snail's pace, and when the final halt 
was made in the second camp, another disappointment would have made every 

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a™ in his track. There was no mistake, however, and a hot supper soon 
£j£3 £e »S2" After mess ever, man fell to n^ing his feet or dropped 
as l^ep without further ceremony. And th.s was Christmas Eve. 

The next dav was Christmas Dav. but those who honed to sleep late reckoned 
without "Spike" Hennesv. Half the battery was routed out of bed before sunrise, 
Tome amot too s iff to move, and marched two miles through the ram on a 
atTgu detail A few men were sent home after an hour's work, but others spent 
the morning stumbling through mud stacking bales of clothing. The 
v i „ c sentiment wl that if work on Christmas Day would get us any nearer 
Ce, we were willing to do it, and the fact that the 333rd embarked that after- 
noon made the prospect bright. _ 

On Friday the 27th, the battery went through the Mill. 1 his was a long 
low buidig outside of which the soldier discarded his pack and clothing on suc- 
ceTsive pies and at one end of which he entered, apprehensive, and naked as 
the dav he was born. Fifteen minutes later at the other end he emerged smiling 
brand new clothing from head to toe, with arms fu 1 of new eqmpm^t hjmng 
undergone a shower, physical examination, and sometimes a shave. Thi, opera- 
tion left us ready to sail, and while the order was eagerly awaited, a whole fleet 
of vessels was reported in the harbor. 

As the days stretched into weeks, however, with details, bed-bugs mumps 
and rain to make matters worse, we began to wonder what we had done to offend 
Colonel Hennesv. We groomed horses, dug ditches, loaded and unloaded truck s 
filled bed-sacks,' policed other peoples barracks, constructed sidewalks and bunks, 
attended funerals, and best of all, helped move an acre of wood-pile_ fifty feet. 
Even New Year's Day was spent at the Remount Station, where it is interesting 
to note, two of the horses which had belonged to the battery at Camp Robinson 
were found. One of these was Failla's favorite on which he used to hunt fuzes on 
Sunday afternoons. 

In the second week in January rumors that the regiment was to be moved 
to Brest or Marseilles for embarkation finally crystallized into definite information 
that a ship was waiting for us at the latter port. At this time Eric Nelson, Stick- 
elmier, and Lambeth rejoined the battery, just in time to miss the work and take 
part in the move. On the 17th, after a day at the wood-pile, orders were issued 
to be ready in the morning, and the next day, hardly realizing the truth the 
battery hiked down hill, across the Garonne River, and into the station at Bord- 
eaux ' Mumps and a bad heel kept six men behind: Street?., Altenhofen, J. John- 
son Bogetka, Moulton, and Buss. There were American box cars for most ol 
the mem but since sentiment did not make the floors any softer, it was necessary 
to appropriate a few bales of hay from cars on the next track. About four o clock 
the train pulled out, and to everyone s 
surprise, made excellent time. 

A good speed was maintained, so that 
those who were fortunate enough to sleep, 
awoke on Saturday to find the train pul- 
ling into Narbonne, more than half way 
to Marseilles. Here hot coffee, containing 
enough rum to spoil both coffee and rum, 
was served. The rest of the trip though 
much slower was through beautiful 
country and interesting towns. At Nimes 
late in the afternoon, there was a stop for 
hot-coffee again and thereafter the train 
loitered along until after mid-night. 
There is some dispute about how many 
tunnels we passed through, or whether 
we went through any at all as we neared 
our destination, but at last in the small 



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hours of the morning the train stopped along the docks at Marseilles. O'Dell and 
Volkman had started a fire in the water-bucket of one of the cars, and here sleepy 
officers, including Colonel Lambdin, took the best seats and warmed themselves 
until daylight. 

About eight o'clock, after the Y. M. C. A. had provided some real coffee, packs 
were slung, and the battery marched a scant quarter of a mile to the ship's side. 
This time, instead of being last, "B" was the first to board, and by ten o'clock 
the men were filing up the gang-plank shouting their names backward in the ap- 
proved manner. The quarters were forward, just below the main deck, where 
comfortable steel bunks, two high, contrasted favorably with the hatchways which 
formed the beds on the previous trip. While the rest of the regiment boarded, 
Sergeant Gillen with a detail loaded baggage into the hold. Mess at noon was a 
confused free-for-all, due to a misunderstanding to the effect that there was room 
for everyone to eat at once, and the food, having been hurriedly prepared, was 
not promising. The last of the baggage was not aboard until after dark, at which 
time the hawsers w r ere cast loose, and the Duca d'Aosta churned out into the 

On January 20th, we said good-bye to France, and it was not until February 
5th that we waved hello to Broadway. A stop at Gibraltar on the third day out 
from Marseilles did much to break the monotony. Here a fleet of small boats 
loaded with figs, oranges, fish, and silks, wheedled the last francs out of whoever 
would risk his money on the end of a string. Once through the straights of Gib- 
raltar, there was very little of interest for the next week, and in fact, by reason of 
much pitching and tossing, very few who cared to be interested in anything but 
their own unhappy state. Boat drill and physical drill were soon dropped, one 
because it was unnecessary and the other because it was impossible. Almost the 
only occasion for activity was at meal-time, when waiters shouting "gang-way for 
hot stuff" fought to keep their feet on the slippery deck. Intervals between 
meals were spent in marveling at the audacity of Columbus and inventing rumors 
of floating mines and war with Mexico. 

On February 4th, in the afternoon, land was sighted. It turned out to be 
not Charleston nor Boston, but New York itself. That night was spent at anchor 
in the outer harbor, and early the next morning we steamed up the Hudson with 
the band playing "Smiles" and docked at seven o'clock on the New York side. 
We were welcomed on the dock by gifts of food and cigarettes from the Red Cross, 
"Y", and Salvation Army, and Bosin immediately began to pick up the weight 
he had lost at sea. From the docks to ferry, ferry to train, and train to Camp 

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Merritt was a matter of 
quickly, that it was not 
barracks, that a man cou 
was actually home. 

few hours and no inconvenience. Things moved so 
ntil packs were dumped in the clean, roomy, warm 
stop to kick his pal and veil at the thought that he 

Of what followed there is not much to be said. After the battery spent all 
of one night having the shape steamed out of their uniforms it moved to new 
quarters A few visited New York on the days that followed, but most men were 
saving their dollars to paint the home town red. On February loth, thirty-five 
Minnesota men left for Camp Dodge, and the next afternoon, the rest of the 
battery entrained for Camp Grant. After two nights on the train, there was a 
stop-over in Chicago for a reception in the armory, a parade and review before 
General Wood, and luncheon at the Hotel La Salle. Many found friends in the 
citv but Mack was the only one to get a real soldier's welcome. 1 hat evening 
we reached Grant and were soon installed among familiar surroundings. 1 he 
business of mustering out was undertaken at once, and after February ioth, every 
one was buying a derby, hunting a job, and stuffing his friends with stories ot 
how "B" Battery won the "guerre." 


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This is the history of Battery "C" of the 331st Field Artillery, 
as war-like and courageous an out-fit as ever kept out of war. 
It was written by men of the Battery, and intended for their com- 
rades in arms. It is not a literary masterpiece, nor was there any 
intention of trying to make it one, but those who fought and drank 
with us will read between the lines, and seek out the delicate wit 
and gentle humour that the uninterested reader would pass un- 
heeded. Why we never got into the scrap, we will never knew. 
We were among the first to join, and we certainly trained long and 
hard enough, but somehow or other, something slipped. The 
only Germans we ever saw were in Prison Camps. The only 
targets we ever shot up were on the range, and yet we cannot for- 
get those days, when we too were on the trail of the Hun, when it 
was "Barry's Bovs, Berlin or Bust." And then to end as mere 
tourists in khaki! 

We make no apologies for this section. It was the best we 
could do. If it recalls a few memories of pleasant associations 
and happy days, after the recollections of K. P. and stable police 
have been forgotten, then we shall feel that our trouble was worth 
while. If you don't like it — we should worry. We admit it is 
pretty good! 

Battery Attention. First Sergeant, Call the roll 1 


Smith Lerov, Thorn, Langford _ R; „. .. 

TJW Rorc- I illebo Kramer Paulev, Mauer, Klingberg, Nelson, Heller, BruenigG., Binkman _ 
;!;;',",„ V Row- -Wilson Richards, Kircher, Blada, Seymour, McQueen, Everson, McGinms, Bedford 

7',,/. Row- -Will, Kuhrt, Darmody, Steinmetz, Hinkes, Miller J., Noltemeyer, Schwantz, Raddatz, Bigger, Wolters, Herzog, 

S cond Ro»— Moungey^Sdineider, McDonald, Siebel F. A., Westerman, Wendelborn, Hannifin, Voigt, Lindquist, Brady, 

Warczak, Slettvedt, Lawrence, Smith A.H., Tiege 
Third /te—Iverson, Moen, Karson, Ramacker, Waddell, Knutson, kind I.., Vegge, Mckmney Lorentsen 
Bottom Row— Samsey, Webster, Jenkins, Benzmiller L., Okerbloom, Keag, Thomson, Lee, kluiid, Larson 

Top Rou — Roberts, m, Munkelwitz, Yngler, Pinks, K\ ens, ,n,\\ nlfe, 131 achowski, Gut t'har,\\'instrr,m,Trepania, Fran?, Eslii 
Second Row— Radlund, Eulberg, Lind J., Miller W., Goltz, Grosser, Clayton, Hoffman, Muckerheide, Neslund, Vandu 

Samuelson, Ottinger, Lanmark 
Third Rote— Dangelo, Stromayer," Siebel E. M., Tipper, Sodnak, Fillmore, Pettit, Kleist, Johnson, Kneally 
Bottom S«f-Bro\vn, Maurstad, Gabrielson, Kiernan, Lawson, Bruenig J., Gardner, Craigmile, Lyon 


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Top Row— Ok,,„, McCrary, Brovick, Olson, Thune, Fones, Winchester, Ness, Olson, Toslvn, Ibisch, Bassett 
Second Row— Pieper, Mumm, Nielsen, Buol, Bean, Detle, Lynch, Schnell, Chudzinski, Menthe, Mork, Nelson C., Or: 
Third Row — Storr, Niebergall, Hince, Torstenson, O'Keefe, Tracv, Miller, E. W., Henrickson, Young 
Bottom Row— Hotter, McCann, Savage, Rosenthal, Radl, Olson C, Anderson, Jacobson 


331!) FieldArtiller^ 

Roster of Battery "C" 

Perry S. Wilson, First Sergeant 

Carl W. Joslvn. Supply Sergeant 

Albert Bassett, Mess Sergeant 

Seymour, Stanley H. 
Thorn. Benjamin M. 
Savage, William C. 


Pettit, Sidney C. 
Herzcg, Ra\ W. 
Wolters, Theodore H. 
Hannifin, Edward D. 

Eulberg, Julius L. 
Hefele, August J. 
Radlund, Harrv B. 

Sliest, Herbert W. 
McQueen. Andrew J. 
Tracy, Leo H. 
Moungey, John D. 
Richards, John R. 
Smith. Leroy E. 
Schnell, Theodore C. 
Larson, Lief A. 


Benzmiller, Harry B. 
Smith, Alvin J. 
Franz, Arthur J. 
Mumm, Carl J. 
Waddell, Roy G. 
Breunig, John G. 
Brady, Edward J. 
Fries, Charles J. 

O'Keefe, Edward L. 
Russell, Howard D. 
Muckerheide. Martin J. 
Vacco, Peter 
Everson, Cyrus A^ 
Greunig, George N. 
Langford, Vick L. 
Lynch, Dennie E. 

Darmody, Mike 


Hinkes, Peter J. Jr. 
Steinmetz, Henry A. 

Find, John 

Ibisch. William 
Noltemever, Fdward H 

F. Chief Karson, Mike Raddatz, Henry C. 

Miller, John 

Gutjahr, Edward A. Sad. 


Bean, Fred 
Chudzinski, Frank L. 
Detle, Ole H. 
Heller, John 
fenkins, William A. 
Kiernan, Harold J. 
Lawrence, Vernon 
McCann. Mark A. 
Menth, Michael P. 
Miebergall, Arthur H. 
Oliver, Stanley Ci. 
Robertson. Samuel X. 
Trepania, Glenwo< id F. 
Wendelborn, Chester J. 

Benzmiller, Ludwig M. 
Clayton, Rav D. 
Gabrielson, John At. 
Hoffer, John H. 
fohnson, Stanley I.. 
Klund. Jesse L 
Lawson, Wallace A. 
McDonald. Ravnold C. 
Miller, Walter R. 
Nielsen, Soren A. 
Pinks, Edward A. 
Schnieder, George F. 
Van Dusen, Willard R. 
Westermann, Charles J 

Lee, Oscar F. Bugler 

Blada, Chester H. 
Brinkmann, Otto C. 
Dangelo, Math 
Hahn. Henry E 
Homann, Hugo C. 
Kenealy, Charles P. 
Kramer, Edward 
Lorentsen, Motty 
McGinnis, John S. 
Nadeau, George E. 
Okerbloom, Carl G. 
Radl, lohn A. 
Schwantz, Otto E. 
Voigt, Erwin A. 
Winstrom, Ernest H. 

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Anderson, Gustaf F. 

Becht, Paul F. 

Bedford, George F. 

Bigger, Samuel E. 

Blachowski, Frank 

Brovick, Eddie C. 

Brown. Curtis L. 

Buchholtz. William G. 

Buol. Lawrence B. 

Eslinger, Ludwig 

Evenson, Nels E. 

Fillmore, Walter 

Fones, Edd 

Goltz. Hugo H. 

Groesser, Frank C. 

Henrikson, John A. 

Hince, Zephirin 

Hoffman, Raymond V. 

Iverson, Irie G. 

Jacobson. Peter A. 

Keag, William E. 

Kircher, Henry G. 

Klien, Reinhard j. 

Klingberg, Frank 

Knutson, Edward 

Kuhrt, William C. 

Lanmark, Theodore A. 

Lillebo, Lorentz 

Lind, Leonard 

Lindquist, Alfred G. 

Mauer, Frank 

Maurstad. Amund 

McCrary, Perry G. 

McKinnev, William G. 

Miller, Edward W. 

Moen, Rueben E. 

Moline, Willis 

Mi irk, George 

Munkelwitz, Erich 

Nelson. Albert L. 

Nelson, Cambel 

Neslund, Swan J. 

Ness, John K. 

Olson, Conrad A. 

Olson. Albert 0". 

Olson," Ed 

Olson, Herman 0. 

Ormiston, Richard S. 

Ottinger, Alvin, W. 

Pauly, Archie D. 

Pepin. Ferdinand 

Pieper, Anton R. 

Ramacher, William 

Rosenthal, Fred C. 

Samuelson, Sigurd 

Schloetzer, Charles A. 

Schmit, Bernard 

Seibel, Edwin M. 

Seible, Frank A. 

Shellum, Sivert 

Singer, John A. 

Slettvedt, Theodore 

Smith, Arthur H. 

Sodnak, Oscar B. 

Stevens, Franc's E. 

Storr, Henry 

Strohmayer, Joseph A. 

Thompson, Howard A. 

Thune, Ole G. 

Tietge, Henry E. 

Tipper, Edward 0. 

Topping. William H. 

Torstenson, Ralph D. 

Vegge, Gilbert 

Vogler, John A. 

Wagner, Paul G. 

Warczak, Edward A. J 

Will, Herman A. 

Wine he 

ster, Richard 

Wolf, Harlan 

Young, Walter H. 

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Captain Harry F. Webster 

Born October 21, 1888. at Jewett, Ohio. Graduated from Miami Uni- 
versity in 1912. joined Battery "B" 1st Ohio F. A., October 1915 and 
served on the Mexican Border with this organization in 1916. Mustered out 
on May 15, 1917 to attend First Officers' Training Camp, Fort Sheridan. 111. 
Commissioned Captain of Field Artillery, August 15. 1917. Assigned to 331st 
F. A., August 29, 1017. In command of Battery "C" since October 12, 1918. 


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First Lieut. Charles S. Craigmile 

Born in La Grange- 111., September 29, 
1892. University of Illinois— electrical 
engineering. Commissioned Second 
Lieutenant, Field Artillery Officers' 
Reserve Corps, at Fort Sheridan, 111., 
Aug. 15, 1917. Assigned to 331st F. 
A., August 29, 1917. Commissioned 
1st Lieutenant December 31. 1917. 
With Battery "C" since October 12, 

First Lieut. John W. Samsey 

Born in Nashville, Tenn., May 29, 
1892. U. S. Military Academy, Two 
Years. Ohio State University, Two 
years. Served with 1st Ohio F. A. on 
Mexican Border in 1916-1917. Com- 
missioned Second Lieutenant, Field 
Artillery, Officers' Reserve Corps, at 
First Officers' Training Camp, Fort 
Sheridan, 111., August 15, 1917. As- 
signed to Battery "C" 331st F. A. 
August 29, 1917. Commissioned 1st 
Lieutenant December 31, 1917. On 
duty with Battery since that date. 

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Second Lieut. Walter Z. Lyon. 

Born in Chicago, Illinois November 
6, 1892. Graduated from the Univer- 
sity of Chicago, 1914. Served with 
Battery "D" 1st Illinois F. A. on the 
Mexican Border 1916-1917. Com- 
mi ioned Second Lieutenant Field 
Artillery, Officers' Reserve Corps at 
First Officers' Training Camp, Fort 
Sheridan, Illinois, August iq, 1917. 
Assigned to Battery "C" 331st F. A. 
August 29th. 1917. On duty with 
Batterv since that date. 

Second Lieut. James J. Gardner. 

Born in Philadelphia, Pa.. April 4 
[897. Enlisted April 18. 1917. Sailed 
from the United States July 28, 1917. 
Took part in following major opera- 
tions, Alsace Lorraine, Luneville, Toul 
Sector, Cantigny, Montedidier and 
Soissons. Commissioned Second Lieut- 
enant Field Artillery, Saumur Artillery 
School, September 1918. Assigned to 
Battery "C" 53 1st F. A., October 
U)iS. On duty with Battery since 
that date. 


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The Siege of Camp 

In which the show shirts and food men come and go. 
Taming the wild horses and grooming 'em. The attack 
on the oal pile. Simulating war-fare and loin \ real 

The history of Battery "C" falls roughly into two 
periods; the first dealing with the stay at Camp Grant, 
during which the Battery was really nothing more than 
a replacement organisation, and the second, dealing 
with the Hike to Sparta and the trip to France. At 
Camp Grant more than three hundred men passed 
through the Battery, with varying degrees of training, 
and with more varying subsequent assignments. Some 
saw action as infantrymen, machine gunners, and even artillerymen; others were 
warehouse clerks in the southern camps, while others never got past the Utilities 
at Camp Grant. Three at least. Hodgson, Dooley and Merriam got commissions 
in different Training Camps. Taken all in all, it was very typical of the great 
National Army, the incessant shifting, transferring and re-assigning, to get men 
where they were best fitted to fill up regiments on the priority sailing list; in short 
to do everything to bring the war to a close. The Battery, as a unit, never saw 
action, and yet the training it gave the men passing through, the splendid morale 
it maintained through days of real trial, the willingness to do any work alotted 
to it, were powerful factors in achieving the final victory. 

The first quota, ten men from Columbia County, Wisconsin came in on Sept- 
ember 6, 1917. At that time Capt. Sylvester M. Sherman Jr. was in command 
of the Battery, and Lieutenants Haverstick, Samsey. Gillmore and Lyon were 
his assistants.' The regular army had contributed three experienced men: Wilson. 
Pettit and Newodowski. Wilson was quickly made First Sergeant, a choice that 
could not have been improved upon. He knew drill regulations backwards and 
forwards and the entire time he was with the outfit, he maintained an attitude 
of soldierly dignity that was a splendid example to all the other men. He was 
gruff and he was strict, and there is no denying that his voice lacked all soothing 
qualities, but he was fair and square at all times, and a real soldier. It may have 
taken him a few days to accustom himself to the new code of the National Army, 
and there was many a pained look over his face to hear the recruits address the 
Batterv Com- 
m ander as 
"Say, You" or 
answer him as 
'Hell. No, 
where do you 
get that stuff ; 
The first 
two months 
were the most 
With the pos- 
sible example 
of Langford 
and one or two 
others, none 
of the men 

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had any idea of Army life or customs; all were willing enough and anxious to learn 
but without sufficient experienced non-commissioned officers the task wasa hard 
one Uniforms were scarce and shoes were scarcer, but eventually they did filter 
in Equipment was entirely of the simulated type; we simulated guns, we simu- 
lated horses, we simulated chow more than once. The local boards had not under- 
stood their instructions anv too well, and more than one man went back, either 

for physical unfitness or for 
German citizenship. The num- 
ber of records that was re- 
quired was enormous. Phy- 
sical examinations were held 
at any and all times, and shots 
in the arm became a part of 
the daily routine. Any poli- 
tician passing through could 
make a speech, and one morn- 
ing we stood at attention and 
watched the sun gradually 
appear. No one knew why. 
nd chaos, the Battery began to 

Eventually out of all the seeming disorde 
assume definite shape The civilian cook was discharged; we took over our own 
barracks and began to function efficiently upon our own responsibility. Seymour 
was Mess Sergeant, Miller was Supply Sergeant and Alonzo Winn was Battery 

During the winter months, despite the constant changing personnel, we man- 
aged to maintain a skeleton organiza- 
tion that proved extremely valuable in 
finally developing into a full Battery at 
Camp Robinson. Gun crews-sometimes 
only two men to a crew perhaps-were 
developed. The Special Detail, under 
Sgt. Eulberg rode far and near, usually 
on blankets and surcingles and assimi- 
lated all the fundamentals of communica- 
tion and figuring firing data. The drivers 
under Lieutenant Samsey and Sgt. Thorn 
learned to keep their feet well down in 


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France and how they did it there, and while not more tl 
he was talking about, still he got a cheer that warmed hu 

the stirrups, to give 
up the old plow horse 
practice of "giddy-ap" 
and "Whoa-boy," 
and to drive with the 
reins and whip. Lec- 
tures on every con- 
ceivable subject pos- 
sibly related to mili- 
tary education were 
-i\ en, including a very 
famous course on Inf- 
antry Minor Tactics. 
The French Sergeant 
attached to the Brig- 
ade told us all about 
in ten men knew what 
heart and which nearly 

took the roof off. 

Like ail growing children we went through the 
and enjoyed all the delights of 
quarantine. The officers, for 
some mysterious and unknown 
reason, were apparently im- 
mune to contagion for they 
went and came as they pleased 
but Rosenthal stationed in the 
coal box, and relieved by Kir- 
cher kept all other less for- 
tunate persons away from dan- 

8 er - 

Every possible kind of de- 
tail and fatigue was enjoyed 
from building roads that sank 
out of sight over-night, to un- 
loading coal cars. The last, 
the famous coal pile was prob- 
ably second in importance only 

to the Remount at Genicart. A half hour's work made ever 
riam a fit candidate for one of the colored labor battalions. The civilian car- 
penters and plumbers after stalling at *i.35 an hour for four or five months were 
finally pulled off the job, and substitutes under Gilbertson and Gutjahr put to do- 
ing the same 
work at less 
than that a 

But it was 
not all work. 
Every week 
end saw an 
exodus for the 
Madison and 
Portage train 
and in clear 
weather the 
Camp took 
on the aspect 



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F.verv "Hi 

of a summer garden and resort 
the trip i" Camp Grant at least once and the baskets 
up in the refrigerator each Monday morning made a n; 
necessary. Retreat was usually staged before a ver 

sin must have made 
e cooking that piled 
ting them absolutely 
iring and interested 
"slrgeant" had to grin when after he had made his 
report a child's voice piped out "Ma, what did he say? A pool table was 
purchased and the lower floor of the barracks given over to a recreation room. 
Books and magazines were subscribed for, and the two rooms furnished with a 
lot of remarkable plush and parlor furniture. The crowning success however, 
was a dance, a dance that should live in history but which for reasons unknown, 
was never repeated. + u.™ 

With the coming of Spring the calls for men decreased and although there 
were only about sixty five men left they managed to get all the work done, even 
the grooming of 160 horses. Saddles were obtained and Sunday cross-country 
rides became popular. Each Battery in turn, would use the equipment ana har- 
ness and hold mounted reviews. In the famous Rockford parade we furnished 
one gun section and a part of the cavalry escort. 

The period at Camp Grant was valuable in a great many ways, because even 
though we were not allowed to build up a Battery, we were enabled to tram the 
non-coms so that when the men were received at Camp Robinson, we had an 
organization to handle them. Making soldiers out of civilians is not the work 
of "a day or a month, and in the old Army it was three or four years before a man 
got to be a Sergeant. All the more credit is due these men for their application 
to duty, and their earnest attempts to make good. They made mistakes, of 
course, and that was to be expected; but they showed the right spirit and the 
right stuff when they shared the work with the privates, and when they kept 
trying to learn. They were symbolic of the great work that was going on all 
over the country, and' the credit is theirs. The officers merely pointed the way 
and made helpful suggestions; the non-coms and the first sergeant kept up the 
morale and developed the right kind of spirit. How successful they were is shown 
by the few cases of disciplinary action that were necessary and the insignificance 
of the offenses. They would have done as well under fire, and would have made 
as fine a record in action as they did in the training camps. 


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The Advance 

for ice 

■Inch the Gyp. 
s Best. The 
cream at three 
n. "Hello Val 

Caravan moves i 
partv at Madisot 
in the morning. 


nt. Portage and 
. Shooting dice 
Sneaking out of 

It was about half-past three o'clock and the first white 
shafts of dawn were rising over a line of silver in the 
Northeast when a heavy thud smote our ears. Those 
sleeping closest to him knew what had happened, pulled 
the blankets over their heads so as not to allow the roars 
of laughter to escape, — 1st Sgt. Wilson had fallen out of 
his bunk. Three minutes elapsed before he fully recovered 
himself, then he let out a few strong words in his anger, 
peered at his handcuffed Waterbury and seeing it was 
time for the men to hit the floor, stooped over, picked up his whistle, blew several 
short blasts and cried out in a stern and commanding voice, "Roll out of them 
blankets you Wagon Soldiers for its May 14th and we're Sparta bound." 

We slipped into our "Khakis," clambored down the stairway, performed a 
hastv toilet and were in proper formation at "Assembly." Careful instructions 
were given by Capt. Sherman as to the task that lay before us, for this was not 
an hour of equitation, he said, but many days of hard riding. "First Sergeant 
take charge of the battery." Sgt. Wilson repeated the Captain's words as usual, 
but it would have been better if he had said nothing, for he always got things 
gummed up. even down to the "Mendoranda." "Dismissed." Everyone 
dashed for the chow line, and we were very much astonished to find sixteen new 
recruits, who were assigned to the Battery the previous day, already in line. 
Heading them all was little plump-faced, watch-eyed Bassette. We asked him 
what his occupation had been in civil life and he replied that he had counted 
the eggs in his father's grocery store. Sgt. Seymour, who usually made a "mess" 
of things, thought he would give the boys an extra good feed to prepare them for 
the first days march, so he ordered Cook Darmody to strengthen the hash with 
a dozen or two of eggs. We did not tarry long over this meal, for a microbe 
with a pair of field glasses would have had an awful time trying to remove all 
the egg shells from the hash. 

We were then rushed down to the stables and were busily engaged saddling 
our horses when a crash was heard. All eyes turned just in time to see 1st Class 
Private Chester L. Blada, mounted on his trusty steed, 
trying to remove stable and all, as he had cinched his 
horse, forgetting to omit the partition. Lt. Samsey 
strolled over to the scene and kindly informed Chester 
L., in a musical tone of voice, that he would have 
him ccurt-martialled and busted if it ever happened 
again. "My mistake, Sir-r-r. " replied Chester. 

Saddling completed, each man was given an extra 
horse or two to keep him company, with the exception 
of the recruits, who were to entertain the public with 
their perilous feats on a blanket and surcingle. Nine 
privates who knew the difference between a "near" 
and "off" horse were selected to keep the "lead," 
"swing" and "wheel" pairs in draft. The drivers 
hitched their pairs to the numerous pieces and caissons, 
assisted by a Sergeant and a Horse Corporal, led out 
of the corral into the street, followed by the grace- 
fully mounted recruits and the remaining battery. Lt. 


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Miller, stationed at the gate, with the 
pose and attitude of a general, let his 
keen eve fall on each and every man, 
horse and equipment, occasionally ut- 
tering a few harsh remarks, until the 
whole battery has passed by. He then 
spurred his horse and galloped around 
the corral for a final inspection. Every- 
thing appeared in tip top shape, but as 
the lieutenant was about to pronounce 
it perfect, his eyes stared in wide surprise 
for there was No. 107 still in its stall. 
\i that supreme instant, Lt. Miller's thoughts were all but pleasant. Pvt. Franz 
was called back and ordered to make a pair of reins out of a halter shank, mount 
the animal and ride in the rear, which he did. 

The bugle sounded its last call. The Adjutant galloped to the head of the 
column, and we were off. The horses offered a little hesitancy at first, but under 
the careful guidance of the Sergeants, we soon had them under control and were 
of! on our first day's journey. 

We passed in review before General Martin, stationed on a small knoll at the 
outskirts of camp. Everything went excep- 
tionally well as we passed the reviewing stand, p 
each man with his head erect, eyes to the front 
sweeping the horizon, reins carefully draped 
over one hand, as per Drill Regulations. As 
we neared the Kishwaukee River, things were 
going so smoothly that the officers had a feeling 
that something was soon to happen. It did; 
just as we reached the bridge. Our famous 
No. 97, a fiery steed with a reputation of defying 
any bronco buster's lariat became irritated 
by a fly or some other domestic cootie and tore 
loose from one of the men. Arthur Franz, 

the dare-devil, bare-back rider caught the dangling halter shank, but No. 97 became 
more excited as he glanced at Art's little stub mustache., and tore on with renewed 
energv. "Heads up everybody for I am coming your way" cried Arthur, as 
both horses dashed up the centre of the column. Men and animals were scattered 
in all directions. Cyrus Everson went down horse and all, in typical "Toner 
fashion." but No. 97 was not to be stopped by a sprawling horse and with a 
II clinging to his mount, left everything in the 
pink cheeks, then and there. Tracy was some 
listance behind, prostrate on his back, engaged 
n astronomical wonderment, and therefore obli- 
-ious t<> all that was taking place. Jack Richards 
in hard straights, as he found himself 
ly clinging to the railing, debating with 
.'to whether he should drop to the water 
membering that he could swim like a 
1st his luck under the feet of the 

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wild leap, followed by Frar 
rear. The roses faded from Cv 

was als 
iron duck 

,top for a 

tnimals. Sam Robertson did not 
railing and when discovered a few 
minutes later suspended on the girders below, 
none the worse for the experience, admitted that, 
at least it was a "close shave." Lt. Morrison 
galloped after the terror-stricken horses with 
both arms waving in the air, throwing his hat 
up at the same time and shouting at the top of 

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his voice. Lt. Brown, an old soldier who knew some- 
thing about horses, checked T.t. Morrison and asked him 
if he was in any way related to Jesse James. "No," 
he replied, it was just his way of stopping runaways. 
Rockford was reached an hour later and here the 
recruits started their series of entertainments. Bas- 
sette tried a triple loop the loop, but missed his horse 
and struck the pavement, resulting in a sprained ankle, 
thereby losing his place among the trick riders. He 
retired to a caisson to complete the trip as a pack 
holder. John Breunig proved that he had dealt in hops 
all his life, and at every hop there was a foot of sunlight 
between himself and horse. The little pack sack 
which he carried on his back continued to bounce up 
and down, hitting him each time in the back, until 
it finally became undone and everything from tooth 
brush to a grooming kit was strewn along the pavement. 

In spite of the fact that Rockford was daily crowded with soldiers, we felt 
complimented over the enthusiastic throng of people that lined the streets, cheering 
us as we passed. Every window was dotted with feminine beauties with searching 
eyes endeavoring to locate a familiar face and throw a parting kiss to their gal- 
lant artillery boys. Many arguments arose as to the intended destination of cer- 
tain missies of winged affection. Bean in his characteristic manner would cry 

out "Oh! Boy! Ain't she a 
darb, she's mine." 

We passed thru Roscoe, 111. 
about 4:00 p. m. and knew the 
camp site was not far away, 
for the guidons were ordered 
forward and "Charlie" Rus- 
sell made a Paul Revere dash 
to the head of the column. We 
turned into a large pasture and 
soon lined up in "Battery 

The day's ride had been 
exceedingly pleasant, but now there was nothing but work in sight. Each officer, 
in his great desire to show his efficiency and experience in pitching camps, gave 
different orders and the air rang with commands, such as "Right Dress," "Dress 
on the Right Piece,"" Second Piece Up, ""Fries get those horses on line and don't 
be beefing around," "Steady-Front," "Picket Line Detail, Fall Out," "Latrine 
Sergeant "take your post," "Put that Ration Wagon here," "K. P's Report." 
Next in order was the unsad- 
dling, after which horses were 
lead to the nearest creek to 
water. Upon returning we 
tied to the picket line and 
grooming followed. By this 
time a savory odor from the 
held ranges occasionally reach- 
ed us and we felt that the 
horses were receiving entirely 
too much attention. Grooming 
completed, hay was next fed 
and then came the greatest 
task of all, putting on the nose 
bags filled with oats. The 


331 L 1 Field Artillery, 

horses were fighting over their hay, biting and kicking 
each other. You watched your chance, rushed by 
their heels and grabbed the picket line. Every horse 
within reach crowded toward the grain. You waved 
them back and with the nose bag in one hand, grasped 
the horse's mane with the other and proceeded to ensnare 
his nose in the bag and fasten the neck strap. Some 
horses not satisfied with this service, after one mouth- 
ful seriously rebelled and nodding their heads viol- 
ently, shook off the sack and scattered the oats in all 
directions. The rookies would look to the wise ser- 
geants for advice, and they, exercising their usual 
intelligent authority, would snap out: "Throw it on 
the ground." The care of the dear horses being 
completed, we were allowed to see somewhat to our own 
comforts. Our little kennels were erected with the 
saddles stacked in front. Our hunger by this time was 
ahnost unbearable and with shrieks of "Come and get it," we madly rushed for 
the steaming field ranges and although possibly a little worse for smoke, the beans, 
potatoes and even stew, had never tasted better. 

The evening brought crowds of visitors from the surrounding country and 
nearbv towns, who watched our every move- 
ment with mingled interest and curiosity. Taps 
sounded at ten and the first day, of the greatest 
cross country hike since the Civil War ended. 
Reville came all too soon, but found every- 
one eager to start on another day of our now 
eventful life. The horses being fed and watered 
we ate a hurried breakfast, rolled packs and 
had barely completed harnessing and saddling, 
when we heard the musical sound of the 
Battalion Commander's whistle and with the 
command "Fours Right," we swung into 
column and were again on our way. We 
safely crossed the State line and passed thru 
Beloit, Wis., about noon. The national colors 

were displayed from homes and business houses. We received the best wishes 
of the noon-day throng and many a package of cigarettes was passed up to_ us as 
we rode by. Our camp for this night was located on the slopes of two adjacent 
hills, which in the dusk of evening/covered with countless rows of tents, gleaming 
kitchen fires, long line of horses and groups of khaki-clad 
vouths, was indeed a sight long to be remembered. As 
we passed off to slumber that evening, we could still 
hear the crv of the newsboys in our ears: "Read all about 
the big hike on page three." 

Morning dawned bright and clear. In the early fore- 
noon we passed thru Janesville, where we received a very- 
warm welcome and our attention was attracted by the 
fair war workers, garbed in overalls and jumpers, who 
smilingly cheered us on our way. 

A grove near Leyden was our next stopping place for 
this night and the following night we spent at a small 
town known as Brooklyn, where we encountered our first 
bad weather, a heavy rain. We were now accustomed to 
i ur daily duties and things moved along in regular old 
time campaign fashion. 

The morning of May 1 8th found us within sight of 


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the dome of the Capitol Building and 
we were glad, when after a hard pull 
over heavy roads, we drove into the 
Fair Grounds at Madison. Judging 
from the crowds which were there to 
welcome us, it would seem that the 
fair itself was in session Pretty Red 
Cross Ladies in their uniforms of white 
hurried in all directions, distributing 
chocolates and cigarettes. As we hust- 
led thru our work, we were often 
interrupted and in spite of cross looks 
from the officers, could not resist 
pausing long enough to enjoy a kiss 
(candy) from many a fair giver. At 

mess an order from our good Colonel was read stating that passes to I :oo a. m. 
would he granted and waiting autos were quickly filled to over-capacity. Every- 
one seemed anxious to do something to make our visit pleasant. The co-eds smiled 
invitingly, happv couples were soon much in evidence, and for once at least, 
soldiering was a most enjoyable occupation. Many tired, altho happy faces 
appeared at Reveille and the distorted "about-face" which Sgt. Wilson executed 
when reporting: "er accounted for, Sir" proved that it had been a "big night." 
The horses were fed, but breakfast being delayed by the over-sleeping cooks, a 
canvas was stretched over a few bales of hay and a ' ' little game ' ' started. ' ' Shoot 
two-bits" said Waddell. "Shoot" replied McQueen, throwing out a five spot. 
Roy "Sevened," shot the half and lost the dice to Lynch. Dennie "came out" 
with a "four" and followed the next shot with a "seven." Newodowski, whistling 
the "Livery Stable Blues," reached for the dice, threw down a dollar, "passed" 
shot the two, "crapped" and then made several unsuccessful attempts to throw 
a "five." McQueen grabbed the bones — "Shoot two dollars." "Faded" said 
Turk, "Ace Ducem foryour first shot." "Seven" "Shoot the four." "Faded" 
"Little Joe" "Jodey picked the cotton in the sunny South," "Ace Tray" "hit 
'em a door Pop." "Ah!" "Shoot five" "Gotcha" "Eleven, dice and we'll 
shoot the ten." "Nine" "Ninety days" " If I don't make it with a five-four 
I don't want the money much, but I will take it with a six-tray" "Nine up and 
stop," but instead "sevened for his daddy" at the wrong time. Nielson started 
with a dime and when he handed the dice to Wilson, had all the small change in 
the crowd. Wilson was pleadingly asking the "bones" to "ten" when Schwantz 
from the nearby picket called "TENTION." Money was pocketed and everyone 

stood up to find themselves facing the "O. D. 

Wilson was ordered to open 
his hand and there lay the 
"little bones." Wilson then 
explained to Lt. Bauer that 
they were not gambling, 
but only shooting for ice cream 
and pop. The lieutenant re- 
marked that it was rather 
early in the morning to be 
shooting for ice cream. Sgt. 
Eulberg, who had been an 
innocent bystander, owing to 
the fact that the dice had not 
yet reached him, was ordered 
to take charge and report the 
bunch to the captain. Court- 
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331 f! Field Artillery r n 

follow, but this particular crowd was never known 
to gamble again. 

Many invitations for joy rides and dinners were re- 
ceived and the day passed all too quickly. On ourway 
thru the City the next morning we found the business 
houses closed and every one lined up to see us pass. The 
college grounds were covered with hundreds of waving, 
smiling co-eds and led by Sgt. Herzog, we greeted 
them with the famous "Wisconsin Yell." We received 
enough cigarettes and candy to last for several days. 
Hastily scribbled addresses were collected from all sides, 
bearing the underlined notation : ' ' Please Write Soon. 

We reached Povnette, May 2ist, having spent the 
previous night at Token Creek. Work completed, we 
were preparing to make ourselves comfortable for a 
much needed night's rest, when without warning, a 
terrific wind swept down upon us. Its fury increased, 
trees crashed to the ground, flying shelter-halves, shirts, 
leggins, hats, socks, officer's pink pajamas and military equipment in general filled 
the air'. To add to our discomfort, the rain came down in torrents. Cold and 
wet to the skin, we despairingly viewed the ruins about us. Sentinels were calling 
"Corporal of the Guard" and' a detail was rushed to the picket line to look after 
the frightened animals. Roll was later called to determine if anyone had been 
blown awav. We were then advised to seek shelter wherever possible. Churches, 
school house and homes were soon filled with refugees. We expected to spend the 
following day gathering up and drying 
wet equipment, but to our great astonish- 
ment we accomplished the almost impos- 
sible, and hit the road on schedule time. 
The severity of the storm impressed us 
mon forcibly as we detoured fallen trees 
and viewed many wrecked farm buildings. 
As we drove into Portage shortly 
after lunch hour, Lt. Brown wheeled his 
horse and proudly cried, "here's your 
boys." "Oh! There's Julie," shouted 
some one. ' ' Here's an apple for Herbert" 
"Hi, Zeke " " Atta bov, Shock " " Why, 

Rav Herzog" "Hello, Vick" "Don't you see me, A. J." "Eddie, Eddie" 
"Hello Pickles" and similiar greetings were shouted by enthusiastic friends. After 
pitching camp, everv available hanging place was adorned with blankets and wet 
clothing. The Red Cross Ladies proved that they were not to be outdone by the 
Madison Chapter and tendered us the best yet received. Thousands of home- 
made cookies, ice-cream cones, candies and cigarettes were only too gladly accepted 
from the most attractive girls in white. Lt. Brown used up a note book writing 
passes for town and then upon Sgt. Eulberg's request, 
accompanied him home for a little farewell party, as 
the lieutenant was ordered transferred and would 
leave the following morning. Needless to say "Eulberg's 
Best" was much enjoyed by all present. York's big 
mill was the scene of a "Military Ball." The crowded 
|| floor made dancing difficult, but nevertheless did not 
^^>H interfere with the fun. "Tramp, Tramp" resounded 
I along the road back to camp throughout the night and 
I angry disputes were heard when someone fell over 
M^RS S I rn P e and pulled a few pins, trying to locate hi 




3311' Field Artillery, f 

As we rode out in the morning, many a trooper 
looked too tired to ride, but could not help smiling as 
the glisten of a "dead one" along the roadside caught 
his eye. 

The drivers had their skill taxed to the utmost 
with no road to follow in dodging trees and pulling up 
a very steep slope, that was our camp site at Kilbourn. 
We had finished work and were preparing to enjoy a 
cool refreshing smoke, when the Top ordered the Battery 
to line up and in his usual stern voice advised: "There 
will be no smoking in this camp. Dead leaves cover 
the ground and we don't want no fires. The first one 
I catch smoking, etc. — . " Those living in town were 
allowed all-night passes and when the list was handed 
to the Captain, he found that a large percentage of the 
Battery claimed Kilbourn as their home. We were to 
lay over here the following day in order that the horses 
might have a rest. After the strenuous night at Port- 
age, this Was welcome news. Sgt. Wolters spent most of the time visiting his 
neighbors and Yal Baggott demonstrated the Dodge. The next forenoon was 
spent in cleaning up caissons, washing harnesses and saddles. The horseshoers 
were also busy and Lischka was the centre of an admiring crowd as he clanged 
the anvil. 

McQueen gave a wild west exhibition by riding a horse belonging to "A" 
Batterv, which their men have never been able to mount. It was an exciting 
fight but "Mc" stuck to the finish. In the afternoon the citizens offered their 
autos and many of us saw the famous Wisconsin Dells. The day's program con- 
cluded with a pavement dance which was attended by our usual crowd. We 
sauntered leisurely back to camp at 10:00, but upon coming in sight of same it 
was a scene of great activity and excitement. We were to move at midnight! 
Roll was called and several were found absent. Someone slipped out and phoned 
for Eulberg and Millard, who had advised that they would not be back until late 
as they were going to have a "little party." Many difficulties were encountered 
in making rolls in the dark and several fellows dismounted when they discovered 
they had saddled the wrong horse. A freight train pulled in as we passed under 
the R. R. bridge and Tracy, Heinze, Charlie, Chaplin, Russell and a couple others 
whom we do not care to mention, hurried toward the moving caravan. The com- 
manding officer directed them to the rear of the caisson and gave orders that 
they should not be allowed to ride, but to lay down a "hob-nail barrage" on 
the road. As we passed under the last arc light the darkness ahead looked far 
from inviting. Hour after hour the long night passed with no sound to break 
the silence, save the tramp of horse's feet, the rattle of trace 
chains, the clink of the spurs and creaking saddles. When 
the gray of morning came on, we had completed half of our 
journey. A short rest, with breakfast for men and horses, 
and we were off again. The forenoon was sultry and every 
few minutes a horse would stray to the roadside, the rider 
sound asleep in the saddle. Camp was reached at noon and 
as soon as horses were taken care of, we threw ourselves on 
the ground, without putting up shelter halves, and the hot 
sun rays pouring into our faces did not prevent us from 
sleeping. Late in the afternoon, a hard rain added to our 
discomfort, but upon visiting the picket line, we decided the 
horses were being fed too much hay and we appropriated 
much of it to our own use for bedding. 

The balance of our journey was accomplished without 
any particularly unusual events. In the morning it was 

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"shake it up men, we're the first Battery out Harness and saddle while they 

, rc eating " At noon. "Pull out to the right, uncinch and feed grain. We 
would then eat our own lunch consisting of two squares erf compressed wheat, 
with a layer of "gold fish" between. The weather was rainy and each camp 
proved worse than the one before. We finally came within sight of Camp Robinson 
the afternoon of May 28th. after Sergeant Pettit had informed us throughout die 
dav that it was just beyond the next hill. "I got your Camp Robinson right 
here" he said, and we 'saw he was right. The horses seemed to realize with us 
that the end was near and we pushed onto the range with renewed energy. 1 here 

was a song in our hearts, prompted by a feeling of duty well done we had 

reached our goal. 







551!! Field Artillery, 

The Camp Robinson 

In which we spend a ■pleasant summer. Jl eek ends 
and side door Pullmans.- The raid on Sparta and the 
Fall of La Crosse. The tale of the Ford. The end of 

Turk and Millard. 

On the fourteenth day of our hike, about three 
o'clock in the afternoon, we pulled in and took posses- 
sion of Camp Robinson. The men, in spite of the 
grind and hard work of the past two weeks, were with 
a few exceptions, in very good condition and spirits. 
Gibson still had the look of agony on his face, that he 
had worn from the first day of the trip; Dangelo had 
iesorted to a caisson several days before, where decidedly 
d gathered everything in the shape of shock absorbers 
look at "em, boils and everything," he would say, 
with a voice that melted your heart. The twenty gallant, rough-riding rookies, 
who had covered the two hundred miles with a blanket and surcingle, came to 
life with a whoop. William Topping, our boy with the Cheshire face still wore 
his inevitable grin, but as Russell remarked, that meant nothing, because un- 
doubtedly "Top's" only regret on facing death, would be the fact that he could 
not grin at his own funeral. John Breunig. who had arrived in our midst with 
a decidedly un-military waist-line, had not lost the last pound enroute; at least 
he showed signs of having lost the first few. Sgt. Herzog, our Beau Brummel, 
a little the worse for dust, still wore his winning smile which had won the hearts 
of many a fair one along the route. It was a question as to who welcomed the 
termination most, Sgt. Pettit or his horse. 

Coming into camp, we passed over part of the Artillery Range. On our left, 
we noticed numerous rifle butts: to our right, and farther away, what was identified 
as the Pistol Range. Yoight thought it pretty small for t, inch shooting, but 
was open to conviction. The country was sandy, covered with a chain of small 
hills. There were no signs of life, except the waiters in the officers' mess who 
had gone ahead. An Artillery Camp exclusively. Camp Robinson, had been 
occupied the previous summer and fall, by the 8th, 16th, and 17th Field Artillery. 
Stables and Barracks built for summer use only, were found in very good condition. 
We were one hundred and sixty miles from St. 
Paul, and La Crosse, which later turned out 
to be an oasis for many of us. was only thirty 
miles to the north. Portage, Kilbourn, Co- 
lumbus, the homes of a great many Battery 
"C" men, were within a few hours run, so 
that in regards to situation, we were very 
fortunate indeed; as old timer "Zeke" would 
say, it was "Jake." 

Sparta, the city of towering buildings, 
smoke stacks and famous tobacco works, was 
visable from any nearby hill. A special train 
service was put into operation between camp 
and Sparta; trains leaving after Retreat and 
returning by Taps. Sparta proved to be an 
aggressive city. Immediately after our arrival 
a "Soldier's Club" was opened, entertain- 
ments and dances announced and to our church 
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for being good little boys. We found her merchants 
to be wide awake and up to the minute in regards to 
goods, as well as prices. They did all in their power 
to make things pleasant for us, pay-day included. 
The Battery at this time consisted of three officers, 
ninety-two men and one hundred and forty three 
horses Our official staff had been considerably reduced. 
We had left Camp Grant with six lieutenants, but 
Lieuts. Brown, Haverstick, and Morrison had been 
transferred during the hike, much to our sorrow. Lt. 
Samsey, altho still a member of the Battery, was 
attending the School of Fire at Fort Sill. 

Our first few days were spent in getting settled, 
policing and cleaning up in general, It was announced 
that a 'list of clothing and equipment lost in the Poy- 
nette storm should be handed in immediately. Pvt. 
Tucker reported as having suffered the most heavily. 
Sgt. Toslvn suggested that he hand in a list of articles 
that he had left thereby reducing the matter to a simple problem of subtraction. 
After several bunk inspections, the individual losses of each man were dete 
with interesting results ranging from one pair of socks, 
value ten cents, to hats, shoes and even breeches. 
Affidavits were drawn up and the deponents assembled 
before the Adjutant to swear to their losses under 
solemn oath. As the seriousness of the situation was 
emphasized by Capt. Tisdale, we recalled vividly the 
night of the terrible storm and heard again the roar 
of the maddening winds as the said articles were torn 
from us and hurled into the darkness. To one at least 
the scene was not so vivid. Private Ole Detle stepped 
forward and looking the Adjutant squarely in the eye, 
said, "Sir, I did not lose those socks in that storm." 
"Anyone else" demanded the Adjutant, sternly, but 
we all stood firm, took the oath and thereby evened 
up on our clothing and equipment account, from the 
time of entering the service. 

On our first night's scouting expedition into Sparta, 
Sergeants Herzog, Pettit, Thorn and Langford reported 

that a large Red Cross Benefit Dance was held at the Jefferson Tobacco tactory. 
(Soldiers half price). They also made an important discovery in that a tram left 
Sparta regularly from the Northwestern depot at 12:55 a. m. 
The next question was getting by the guards. Pettit said 
they never had anv trouble getting by the summer before 
in the "old outfit "'and did not see why it should be different 
now. Langford at once thought of at least fifty ways of 
slipping bv the sentinels; but no one paid any attention to 
him as' we knew Vick of old. It might be stated here how- 
ever, now that the war is over.that during our stay at Camp 
Robinson, interior guard duty was carried on in a most 
friendly manner and it was possible to come in at all hours 
of the 'night and in many conditions, without ever being 
halted, unless the O. D. happened to be making an inspection. 
Training soon began in earnest. Battery "C" was the 
second batterv of the Regiment to try its skill at firing 
on the Range.' The Range, from an Artillery point of view, 
was nearly an ideal one. There were Reverse Slopes, Counter 
Slopes, Forward Slopes, defilade for the limbers, natural 


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B C stations, and always the old reliable Selfridge 
Knoll. Early in the morning of firing, the range guard 
would be posted, and the firing battery would then be 
drawn up in the Battery Street. At three blasts of the 
whistle the Special Detail, headed by Lieut. Lyon, 
astride his faithful charger "Barry," would dash 
up, and at the command "Right Front into Line" 
form a circle around the Colonel, Major, Captain and 
other officers assigned to the problem. The Battalion 
Commander would then read the problem of the day. 
No one could understand him. and "Questions?" only 
brought a look of blank astonishment. At the com- 
mand " Posts" the detail would swing into their saddles 
and with B C instruments, megaphones and telephones 
flying in the breeze, disappear in a cloud of dust headed 
for Hill 1060. The Battery would wheel into position, 
prepared to administer shot and shell to the pestiferous 
"Reds" whom our eagle-eyed Cavalry had spotted 
the day before. The limbers would hurry away and the drivers settl 
a quiet sleep. 

At each turn of the road Sergeant Wilson would bawl out "Marker" and 
the rear man of the detail would drop out in order to direct the Battery on its 
way to the position. The remainder would speed on to their destination and put 
things in readiness so that the Battery could open fire immediately upon arrival. 
The boys of the gun crews were naturally somewhat nervous the first day, 
altho none cared to admit it. Corporal Miller was pale around the gills and put 
enough cotton in his ears to stuff a pillow. Tracy at No. I, looked as if he thought 
the gun was going to blow up like an infernal machine each time he pulled the 
lanyard. But our first day's work was reported as having been satisfactory. 
When not on the range, our time was well taken up with grooming, equitation, 
gun drill, buzzer, semaphore and the hundred and one other things that an artillery- 
man is required to know. Some of the stunts we were put thru by Sgt. Wilson 
in monkey drill were worthy of a three ring circus. Standing and kneeling at 
a trot, mounting at a gallop, playing leap-frog over "No. 147," were the easiest 
tricks we were gently requested to do during the most enjoyable hour. The manner 
in which Ludwig Benzmiller mounted from the rear made it appear as if he had 
an anchor attached to both feet. Winstrom and Vacco never had a chance as 
we had no spring boards to furnish them. Corporal Toner on No. 49, must have 
incurred slight internal injuries from the shaking-ups he received during these 
equitations. His motion was all straight up and down 
and he seemed unable to ease the jar by using his knees 
and after a snappy ten minute trot was in such a daze 
that he had to drop out to recuperate. 

A few days after our arrival members of the Batterv 
began to take advantage of the "side-door pullman" 
service between Camp Robinson, Tomah, Kilbourn, 
Portage and Columbus and as far south as Milwaukee. 
Raincoats seemed to suddenly become very popular 
and at first it appeared somewhat strange to see Herzog. 
Langford, McQueen, Millard. Homann, Franz, O'Keefe, 
Heinze, Seymour and sometimes even the reliable 
Eulberg, heading toward the depot on a bright sunny 
afternoon with slickers buttoned from top to bottom. 
Gutjahr tried to duplicate some of the feats of mounting 
on the run learned in equitation, but when he awoke 
later he realized that on the face of it, it was more 
difficult than he had anticipated. The government 


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had recently reduced the fare for soldiers by putting 
into effect the wonderful "one-cent" rate, and Head- 
quarters issued an order stating that because of this 
fare, outside riding must cease at once. It now became 
evident that coal-stained slickers would not do for 
Saturday inspection, but fatigue suits were substituted 
and the' popular denim was much in evidence on the 
"head end" and "blinds" regardless of the order 
and the one-cent fare. 

The days passed all too quickly and we saw to it 
that the intensive training of the daylight hours in no 
WE] interferred with the evening's pleasure and excur- 
sions. Thus it happened that after one of these 
"mornings after," Corporal Millard in his haste to 
make reveille had to be persuaded by Corporal Lang- 
ford that blankets were issued to sleep under and not 
to wear. Another morning about 3 :oo p. m. we were 
rudelv awakened from our slumbers by a noise that resembled a gas engine missing 
every other explosion. It was not at all conductive to a good night s sleep. _ 1 racy 
was 'immediately advised to return to his bunk and to postpone his training as a 
runner to a more sensible hour. ( ] 

On the 15th of July, seventy-five new rookies were added to Battery C 
roster. These men came from the 61st Depot Brigade, Camp Grant Some oi 
them claimed Minnesota for their State; others were from Illinois and Wisconsin. 
Rock Island, 111., contributed Schloetzer, Storr and Young, whose fondness for 
travel and desire to see La Crosse resulted in their being members of the Battery 
at meal time only. That Samuelson was from Min-ne-so-ta, we did not doubt 
after he had once opened his mouth. Maurstad did not have as hard a time learning 
his general orders as he did saving them, altho the ninth one was always a sticker 
for him The welfare of these rookies was at once entrusted to the gentle care 
of Sgt Pettit assisted bv Corporals Hanifin and Radlund. The Officers realized 
the necessity of having a couple of trained men in the ranks to steady these future 
cannoneers 'and showed their usual sound judgment by detailing lucker and 
Groesser (Privates of the rear rank) for this important task; both men haying 
shown remarkable ability in foot drill. Tucker had received ' ' Favorable Mention 
in counting off. , ... , 

About this time gas masks were secured by the regiment and gas drill became 
part of our daily schedule. Sgt. Eulberg was appointed as Gas non-com. 1 wo 
hours per week of this instruction was required of every man; cooks, mess sergeants 
and stable orderlies included. Our course was inaugurated by an inspiring lecture 
by Lt. Lyon on the importance of taking this phase of 
training most seriously. It was stated that if anyone 
got into the habit of promiscuously hollering "Gas" he 
would be shot at sunrise. The old men learned again 
from Sgt. Eulberg and the new men for the first time, how 
to inspect the mask, the trick of putting it on in six seconds 
and how to care for it properly. Games were played, races 
run and hikes taken, in fact, we learned to do everything 
except eat, while wearing the mask. Night hikes were 
undertaken and during one of these Pvt. Dangelo, in the 
excitement of the moment, became lost in the darkness, 
only to come stumbling into camp an hour later positively 
affirming that he had not removed his mask. Masks 
for the horses were reported to have been ordered, but 
fortunately for them, they never arrived. 

The evening of July 26th, brought thirty seven ad- 
ditional selected men snipped from Camp Grant to bring 

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the Battery up to war strength. The barracks were inadequate to accommodate 
them and it was necessary to cover every available foot of ground with squad 
tents while the length of the " chow ' ' line became alarming. The ' ' mess hounds, ' ' 
Waddell, Muckerheide, Baggott, followed next in line by the Horseshoers and 
Mechanics, now took post at the screen door at '•Recall," in order that they 
might hastily devour the liberal first portion and head the line for "seconds." 

About this time another important event in the history of the Battery was 
the arrival of Mike Darmosy's Ford. Sgt. Seymour hailed the arrival of Mike's 
"Tin Lizzie" with much enthusiasm and immediately excused Mike from after- 
noon duty, in order that they might make a daily trip to Sparta, thereby enabling 
Seymour to catch the early afternoon mail for Tomah or Portage. One evening 
found the Ford headed on its regular nightly schedule fur Melvina, with passengers, 
"Pop." " Schloppem, ' ' and the fond brothers " Jip' ' and ' ' Feets." The peaceful 
little rambler might well have been a "tank" that evening. "Feets" had recently 
a reimbursement from a local brewer at home in the shape of a check for $10.00, 
which he desired to circulate in the same channels. Now when "Feets" spends 
ten at one shot, something is sure to happen and the evening promised to be a 
big one. In the first act of our little tragedy, the party disembarks and takes 
retreat in the nearby willows, leaving Alike, disguised as a day laborer on the 
State road, to continue the journey to Melvina alone, where he was to perform 
a very important mission for those left behind. The second act finds Mike on 
his return trip, accompanied by an additional "Flivver" carrying two suspicious 
looking characters, who turn out to be the County Sheriff and his understudy. 
The cars stopped precisely in front of the aforesaid willows and the sheriff in a 
friendly voice calls out "Everything is 0. K. Boys, come on out and take a ride." 
They obey in silence and the "little tank" now looks like the "jug" to them. 
The third act shows the interior of a District Attorney's Office, with the attorney 
present, the evidence occupying a prominent place on the table before him. The 
State immediately opens a severe cross-examination, followed by a long moral 
lecture, to which our culprits listen in meek silence. At its conclusion, they are 
dismissed and file quickly out of the room, with a last sorrowful glance in the 
direction of the forfeited evidence, which the attorney grudgingly retained in 
lieu of a monetary fine. The closing scene shows our joy riders gathered around 
the kitchen sink, enjoying a refreshing drink from a hydrant. 

As the weeks passed, the firing and routine of training were kept up with 
persistence and energv. The forepart of July saw the arrival of several brand- 
new British 75 Field Pieces. Decked out in their camouflaged war paint, they 
brought to our minds more seriously the purpose of our training. These guns 
differed in many respects from our own U. S. pieces, and it was necessary for 
Lieut. Miller to spend many weary hours explaining their mechanism and training 
the gun crews. It was not long however, before these British guns were being 
fired on the range with our usual accuracy. 

Rumors became more frequent in regard to our departing for overseas, and 
they were confirmed by the fact that four-day passes might now be secured by 
those having business matters demanding personal attention. As a result, it was 
suddenly evident that the Battery was made up of men, whose business affairs 
and possessions had been of surprising importance in civil life. The disposal of 
farms, houses, lots, motor boats. Fords in one case, cigar boxes and collection of 
bad debts were a few of the reasons given in the request for passes. Dangelo, in 
an interview with the Captain, stated that it was necessary that he go at once to 
West Bend, Wis., in order to sell a wagon, harness and horse, that he had left 
tied to a post on his uncle's yard the day he departed for the Army. Upon being 
questioned, he remembered that the horse had died and admitted that the harness 
was probably in the barn, but insisted that the wagon was still standing where 
he had left it. The pass was granted. In many cases the alloted four days skipped 

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• i i n „A toWrams hes?an to arrive at all hours requesting extensions. 

? ,;;;,;,' L ^ I? t ^t::^^ <* ** *«, ^ ^ *, ^«o 

u n' us ected, acquaintance in the political world, a demand for .extension came 
St from Washington. Tracy and Gibson were unfortunate ,n having their 
kcidt . to move during their stay and Baggott remembered considerable 
, w; ; s still due on the one Dodge car sold before his induction into the military 
' n ice ' ' Slim ' ' Blachowski forgot that telegrams were used as means of informa- 
tion and caused considerable speculation as to whether he intended returning at 
all. He showed up after a month or so, and the Guard House yawned. 

Suddenly the word came out that the horses were soon to leave us. On Satur- 
day morning, they were lined up in numerical order by Sgt Wilson and ,n a slow 
procession, proceeded via Ramour Pass to the CM. & St. P siding, where a 
one line of box cars awaited them. The old men felt a tinge of regret at seeing 
them led urged or forced into their slatted pullmans; No. 97 and No. i b o as 
usual remaining obstinate to the last. The new men however freely expressed 
their satisfaction over the fact that grooming, stable police and monkey riding 
were now things of the past. Guns and Caissons were also turned in. Battery 
equipment was checked and packed in boxes marked "A. K F. Everywhere 
was hustle and bustle with the preparations for moving Two standard boxes 
were thoughtfully laid aside in which to pack knitted goods recently donated by 
the Red Cross, or sent as last presents by loved 
ones and sweethearts. The boxes were filled 
to the limit with these precious articles and 
we thought of the fond memories they would 
recall when we unpacked them on the shores 
of France, never suspecting that they were to 
be seized by the Q. M. and appropriated for 
use at the Front by some hero of the S. O. S. 

Everson and McGinnis were working over- 
time in the orderly room with the service records, 
insurance papers and numerous other docu- 
ments and it was not an unusual event to be 
questioned daily regarding the person you 
wished notified in case of emergency, and as 
to whom your insurance was payable. Even 
Lt. Lyon appeared to be busy and then we 
knew that something unusual was soon to 
happen. Overseas clothing was next issued, 
including wrap leggins and short trench coats. 
We were glad to be relieved of the canvas leg- 
gins, but garrison shoes were not parted with 
so willingly, as one glance at the hob-nails showed that they would be welcome 
at pavement dances only. The new blouses were heavier than our former issue 
and made us long for cold weather, as an order had been issued some weeks before 
requiring the wearing of blouses during meal hours and after retreat. During 
the early spring at Camp Grant, blouses could not be worn and we shivered in 
the cold, but not so at Robinson. No matter how hot the weather the blouse 
must be worn and we suppose the purpose of army discipline had been accomplished. 

The rush of packing being over, it was seen that bunk fatigue should not 
become too much of a habit. ""A regular schedule consisting of Physical Exercise, 
Foot Drill, Semaphore, and Guard" Duty was inaugurated. Packs were rolled a 
dozen times in as many different ways. Gang Plank drill was practiced diligently 
and afforded quite a little amusement for all. Klingberg carried with him to all 
formations a slip of paper showing his name and address. Thune, O'.e G., and 
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themselves. Even fly-ki!ling was added to the daily routine after "Zeke Hofer 
appeared in formation fanning himself with a fly-swatter. "Berlin or bust 
was forgotten and "Swat the Fly" became our slogan; each section in turn, ham- 
mered a lively tatoo on the tables and rafters of the mess hall without appreci- 
ably diminishing the number of flies, as Ibisch was a week behind m repairing 
windows and doors. 

Week ends found Sparta and Camp Robinson crowded with relatives and friends 
who had journeyed from far and near to bid their heroes farewell. Home made 
pies, cakes and 'real fried chicken eased the pain of parting and more than one 
cannoneer drowned his grief with one last drag from Dad's "Little Brown Jug 
on the Hill." On a Sunday evening the mess hall looked like a fashionable 
restaurant and not like a "chow-house" and Retreat and Guard Mount were 
staged before an interested audience. 

An order from Headquarters suddenly appeared stating that passes from then 
on would be granted to Sparta only. Names of men who had never enjoyed the 
charm of this little village, and what is more, swore they never would, still ap- 
ind the line-up grew larger. Nevertheless the trains Ease 

loaded and La Crosse entertained its usual number 

peared on the pass lis 
still continued to be 
of soldier friends. 

As the time of our eventual departure drew nearer, two of our distinguished 
Corporals, drawn into the snares of matrimony, took unto themselves wives, and 
their spending money was accordingly reduced to "fifteen per." Smith, A. J., 
after burning up the wires between Camp and Portage finally brought Esther to 
Sparta and there the ceremony was performed. Martin Muckerheide's reputa 
tion as a ladv's man was 

confirmed, when after 
Minn., he came back with 
arm. It was thought that 
aged by his recent pro- 

became a feature of the 
a series of practise parades 
we marched with full pack 
"high bridge" to an ad- 
where in gallant array, we 
review before the com- 
dier General Spaulding. 

hurried trip to Winona, 
a blushing bride upon his 
this rash act was encour 
motion to Corporal. 

Passing in Review now 
day's program and after 
one memorable afternoon 
thru the dust, under the 
joining cow pasture, 
passed in triumphant 
manding presence of Briga 

Our training was next diversified by assimilating 

the proper method of training. The Colonel had called upon some of his best 
engineering talent to plot and stake out a "make-believe" train. One bright 
sunny morning we fell out with full packs and the First Sergeant advised that 
we would now be taught the proper methods of boarding a train, an art which 
most of us had of necessity continuously employed throughout the summer. Upon 
our arrival at the scene of action we looked in vain for something that looked 
like a railway coach, but upon closer observation we discovered stakes placed 
here and there, in the ground, very much resembling a miniature graveyard. Capt. 
Sherman warned us that it would not be fair to enter thru the windows, or sky- 
lights; but as regards Sgt. Pettit, this advice was not necessary. The rear door 
was to be used for entering and the front for exit. The process was repeated 
twice that morning and finding the results satisfactory, we marched back and 
were dismissed — still wondering what it was all about. 

September 5th a definite rumor was confirmed that the regiment would leave 
the next day. After having heard at least five hundred different rumors regarding 
departure in the short space of three weeks, it was not strange that this one should 



be regarded somewhat skeptically. Throughout the day members of the Battery 
could be seen heading for the parcel post depot to send home the last of their 
..,„,, absolute" necessities, which during inspections had been concealed under 
the barracks and numerous other hiding places. 

The following morning, bright and early, found us on our knees occupied in 
the delightful process of rolling packs. Bunks were stacked to the ceiling in one 
corner of the barracks and the entire premises was turned over to the care of the 
Development Battalion. Pvts. Newodowski and Millard being sentinels, with 
Corp. Baggott, Acting Sergeant of the Guard. 

For dinner we were served sandwiches and coffee and soon after finishing this 
bountiful repast, the order was given to "sling packs" and "line-up." Then 
began the short walk to the Milwaukee tracks where a long tram of sleepers 
awaited us, ready to speed us on our way to New York. 



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The Flight 


In which we sail on the not-so-good ship "Lapland." 
British rest camps and other details. Meet the Vin 
Brothers, Rouge and Blanc and their stronghold the 
Western Front. "Vive les Americans" and "Combien, 
M adamoiselleV ' 

Thanks to our previous instructions in entraining, 
we managed to get aboard without accident. We 
anxiously waited for No. 6 to pull out ahead, and as 
it went by, we could not help but notice that for once 
there were no Battery "C" men riding the' 'head-end." 

POur first stop was at Portage and the station platform 
J was crowded with relatives and friends. Portage lived 
up to its reputation of real food and came thru in great 
shape. There were many tear dimmed eyes and we who had relatives there felt 
as if something might "bust" any minute. We wished the train might stop 
longer and yet were thankful when it pulled out for those last moments were simply 

From the time we first entered the army, we were taught that secrecy in all 
things was of the gravest importance to our safety, especially as regarded over- 
seas movements, but when we reached the outskirts of Milwaukee, we found that 
they did not appreciate the great value of silence. Whistles shrieked all over the 
city and the crossings were lined with people. At the station. Red Cross 
ladies gave us whole cartons of "Camels" and big thick chocolate bars. When 
we pulled out the whistles again shrieked as if to tear themselves to pieces and 
even the fire tug cut loose, but we were happy rather than nervous, for we realized 
that Milwaukee knew her own Wisconsin boys were leaving and we appreciated 
their wild sendoff. 

The next morning found everyone in good spirits and many of us had spent 
our first night in a Pullman. The Sergeants and two or three over-grown Corporals 
occupied the state rooms and showed by their haughty and dignified manner that 
thev realized they were truly traveling like millionaires. Little did we realize 
the difference we would find in the mode of travel thru France. We detrained 
at Battle Creek, also Port Huron, where we enjoyed a short hike and a few minutes 
of physical exercise. The Red Cross Ladies were on the job with candy, cigarettes 
and even ice cream cones. At Port Huron we were pulled, by an electric motor, 
thru the longest R. R. tunnel in the world. We stopped a few moments on the 
other side and those of us who were fortunate secured postal cards from Canadian 
youngsters, which we hurriedly wrote and handed back to be mailed, thus sending 
home our first messages from a foreign country. We were under orders not to 
mail cards, hand out addresses, or give any information whatever might reveal 
our identity or the locality of our homes, as this would help the Kaiser. People 
along the way seemed to understand. They would ask: "Where are you from?" 
and then add quicklv and, half apologetically, " I suppose you cant tell." 
They also understood about mailing postals and gladly offered to mail them for 
us and even furnish the stamps. But, we were under strict orders; nevertheless, 
as we left each station, handfuls of postals and even letters were thrown from the 
windows, to be picked up and hurried to the mail box by people who were so 
anxious to do something to "help the boys." 

Saturday afternoon we were informed that we would reach Sayre, Pa., about 
noon and everyone would "fall out" with a towel, piece of soap and mess cup, 
which we did immediately upon arrival, 2:00 p. m. A "Y" man escorted us 
several blocks thru the city and then led to a field bordering on the Susquehanna. 




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F.verv fellow seemed to try to beat the other undressing with the result that we 
all s t'arted for the water at about the same time. It was a good sight to see_; some 
two hundred " kids " scrambling over the pebbles. The proverbial ole 
E'' never echoed with heartier yells and laughter than when we struck the cold 
mountain water. It was • 


„ fine refreshing bath, ever to 
ie d back to town and stopped at the Red Cross canteen for hot coffee^ sand 

northern Pennsylvania. " We" we're surprised and amused by the great number o: 
children who lined the tracks, holding their hands above their heads so that we 
might reach clown from the car windows and slap them as we whizzed past. 

We detrained at Jersey City at yoo a. m. Sunday morning and marched directly 
onto the Ferry. The famous skyline of greater New \ ork greeted us across the 
river and soon someone discovered, to the right, the Statue of Liberty This was 
the climax. Fellows who had never been known to ' ' snap out of it before, now 
.wore that thev would not miss this trip for a million dollars. Even Dicker was 
smiling and seemed to "like it." Going up the River we saw our first Camou- 
flaged liners and also the wreck of a boat that had been torpedoed. We left the 
ferrv at Long Island City and entrained for Camp Mills. Khngberg thought we 
were now in France, altho he admitted he expected it would take longer than this 
to "cross " Upon detraining at Mills we found there was an airplane flying 
directlv over us We all looked with eager eyes, but a few days later had become 
so used to them that we would not look up unless the roar of the motors was so 
loud that we thought thev were going to take the tops oft our tents. 

For weeks we had been dreading the rigid overseas inspection we were to receive 
at the Port of Embarkation, but we found it much easier to get by there than 
with Colonel Perkins on Saturday morning. We had an easy time of it at Mills. 
Did not have but one drill formation each day. The First Sergeant would bawl: 
"Outside and line up." "Call Roll" " Front Rank, forward march. 'Halt. 
"About Face." This was not "close order" drill but a very open formation. 
Did not have to keen step or carry packs and after a few minutes of calisthenics 
"with the count" and breathing exercises, done by taking a long deep breath and 
saying "Ah!", we would "fall out" until the next formation, usually " Retreat. 

' As soon as we were issued our full equipment of clothing, including the "over- 
seas cap," the Batterv was placed on "pass" basis and we started out to see 
New York and to have a look at things along Broadway. Lack of space forbids 
telling of the individual experiences which were encountered there, even tho we 
knew them, but the Citv seemed to have made a different impression upon every- 
one. Some fellows came back looking bad, but saying they had had a wonderful 
time; others said they had seen nothing and looked it; they were still unable to see. 
There were wonderful tales of the Bowery, Ghetto, China Town and pictures taken 
at Coney Island, in a tank. 

About noon September 1 6th, we again entrained for Long Island City and 
there transferred to a ferry boat which carried us back along the same route we 
had taken when we came 'in. At many docks along the way we saw transports 
loaded with troops. Our ferry made an "About Face" when opposite the White 
Star Line pier. On account of a boat unloading a bunch of Marines ahead of us, 
we were forced to remain out in the River until late in the afternoon. We would 
float a short distance with the current and then the engine was started to bring 
us opposite the docks again. For the first couple of hours, every time the engine 
started the fellows would put on their packs, thinking we were going to get^ off . 
After this had been done a few times, we gave up and decided that Battery "C" 
was out of luck again and no doubt we would spend that night back in Camp 
Mills. In the dock warehouse we received a final cup of coftee and lunch from 
the Red Cross and the Postal Cards, which we signed, to be mailed to the folks at 
home as soon as the news was cabled back that our transport had landed safely 
at a foreign port. 

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Staterooms, but the rest of us were "out of luck." We realized this more _ and 
more in the next few days. At Mess that evening we learned from the obliging 
English lads who gladly offered to wash our mess kits, that we were on a British 
boat, which always landed at Liverpool, the good ship, "LAPLAND." We 
laid at the docks all night and promptly at nine in the morning, after a long blast 
of the whistle, a deep sound which seems to come from "way down" and makes 
the cold shivers run over you, or at least did every time we heard it on the trip, 
we moved out into the River. We were waved many good-byes from passing 
Ferries, skyscraper windows, in fact from everyone in sight, something like a million 
people. It seemed strange to us that we should move out in broad day-light in 
sight of all these people, after all we had been told about keeping our movements 
so secret. Everyone of us attempted to crowd to some part of the ship from 
which we might get a passing view of the Statue of Liberty. From the few who 
expressed themselves aloud, it would be interesting to know the many thoughts 
unexpressed, as we saw the monument disappearing in the distance. Would we 
ever see it again, and when? We were too happy and excited however over the 
many interesting things which were rapidly taking place to ponder for long on any 
one subject. At the outer harbor we joined the other boats which were to make 
up our convoy. There were two large battle ships 
on either side and little submarine chasers circling 
about us, as well as observation balloons and air- 
planes roaring above. 

L'p to this time we had been too busily engaged 
with what was going on around us to take particular 
note of our own immediate surroundings and the 
boat which was to be our home for the next two 
weeks. Now we began to look around and there was 
much in evidence to hint that before we landed, the 
trip was not going to be the joy ride we might have 
imagined the night we came aboard. 

The first four or five days out we all found much 
about which to complain and talked things over with 
each other in a sympathetic manner, but now certain 
individuals cried out louder than the rest stating 
their proof as to why they were in worse shape than 
anyone else on the boat. Jack Radl claimed he 
hadn't eaten a mouthful since we started; Wagner 
said he was all right and felt good when he was in bed, but the minute he stood 
up or walked on deck, he felt so funny that he had to hurry back to bed; he was 
still glad he enlisted however and didn't care when we landed; Langford had been 
all over the ship and could tell the proper name of each part of the boat and 
in general, knew everything; Bruenig Bros., Homann, Blada, Lawson, John and 
"Jip" Miller were M. P's" Their insignia was a handkerchief tied around the 
left arm. They ranked with the Brigadier General as far as privileges went, as 
they had free access to all parts of the boat. Their duties were to enforce all 
orders and to see that there was no crooked work. Blada and Flomann soon 
reported that they knew wdiere you could get anything you wanted. There was 
a Regimental Guard mounted daily and there were some sixty posts, located at 
every door and passageways and every other imaginable place throughout the ship 
where there was any vacant space (and the guard was ordered to keep same vacant) 
which otherwise would have afforded more crowding room for the rest of us. In 
addition to the Regimental Guard and the M. P's. from each Battery, there was 
an officer on duty with the Battery day and night to maintain discipline and see 
that everything was in order. There were several companies of Marines on board 
our ship and they took care of the Submarine Guard. Each organization was 
assigned to a particular part of the ship, or rather, the larger part of any organiza- 
tion that were in any one place were informed that they would occupy that space 


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and could go nowhere else. Battery "C" was assigned to the well deck, due to 
,,,, thft when we stepped off the gang plank, we were on the Well Deck and 
, able „, crowd any farther Later reports showed that part of the 
Battery fell in line with a company of Marines and shared their quarters on an 
*pe r We soon found that all was not well on the "Wei Deck. It was 
ho in the daytime, cold at night and it required a Sergeant with a detail to pick 
up the matches and other evils adjacent to the use of tobacco, which continually 
floated down from the upper decks. We often tried to find more comfort m other 
□arts of the boat and discovered that if we kept moving it was possible to cover 
a good deal of territory in spite of the guards, but about the time you thought 
you had escaped the crowd and proceeded to make yourself at ease, the guard 
informed vou in his own style that you couldn't stop there. From morning until 
night it was "move on, move on" until we felt that life on the waves was as 
restless as the waves themselves. 

Boat Drill and Inspection was held twice daily throughout the trip and helped 
to make life more uncomfortable. In due course of time everyone was assigned 
to a Life Boat or Raft. At "Call to Arms" we were to proceed directly, quietly 
and with all possible speed to our station. Everyone was trying to reach some 
particular place on the ship at the same time and only a football tiend could 
enjoy the jamming and crowding which resulted. After we had reached the 

was called and then 
do physical exercise 
being the favorite 
adier General and 
with the Captain of 
inspection. Great 
this inspection: mat- 
tain way, everything 
all space properly 
we again crowded 
quarters. Life Pre- 
worn at all times, 
were to be laid with- 

designated place, roll 
we waited, or tried to 
(running in place 
stunt) until the Brig 
his Staff, together 
the Boat, made the 
stress was laid upon 
tresses folded a cer 
must be off the floor, 
policed. At "recall" 
back to our regular 
servers had to be 
meals included and 

n's reach at night. They were covered with white canvas and from the looks 
at the end of the trip, they surely saved our clothes from a great deal of soiling. 
Mess on the Lapland was held three times daily; Morning, Noon and Night. 
It was the proper time for meals, but that was about all that was strictly right. 
It was evident from the start that the "grub" question was going to be a serious 
one and it was. Oatmeal and syrup was the favorite dish for breakfast. The 
Oatmeal had a hint of cereal in it, but the syrup had surely deviated from the 
name. The meat served at noon was of two kinds, namely, red and black. There 
was no argument as to the red meat having orginally served as motive power for 
overland freight hauling or even pleasure riding, before automobiles came into 
general use, but the black meat was harder to name. Lying dormant in a mess 
kit, it had the appearance of asphalt pavement, but under pressure of the knife, 
it had the elasticity of rubber. From the effect produced upon the few who suc- 
ceeded in "getting it down" it would prove invaluable as an antidote for poison- 
ing. It was called many names, some of them even vulgar, but we give up to 
its real identity. Pickles and Cheese was the old standby for supper. The vinegar 
had evidently been forced into the pickles under pressure, judging from the shower 
of brine which sprayed in all directions when you bit into one. The cheese was 
harmless enough in appearance, but when a portion was brought toward the 
nostrils, it was an interesting study in human nature to observe the different facial 
expressions which it provoked. Suffice to say. Limburger in all its glory could 
never compare with one of the Lapland Cheeses. The few who drank it, made 
no particular complaint on the "Tay," except that what was left from one meal 
was poured back into the bucket for the next. 

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Our journey across the pond continued without any particularly exciting 
happenings. No submarines were sighted and each day was simply a repetition 
of the previous day. Muckerheide reported that one of the crew had interfered 
with the welfare of some of his squad and he was forced to "lay him cold." Mc- 
Queen showed he was a wrestler as well as a boxer and Dangelo defended his 
reputation as "Champion of his Weight," by knocking out three British Lads, 
much to the satisfaction of all present. 

The morning of the twelfth day we were in sight of the Coast of Ireland and 
it surely did seem like a little bit of heaven. McCann was the information bureau 
for the balance of the day. Next morning found us in the harbor of Liverpool. 
We left the boat about 1:30 p. m. and were taken to the dock in a tug. Here 
we wrote our first letter home, or rather signed same, as the message was already 
written. After we had lined up on the dock, the Doctor came along and those 
who were unable to walk, he ordered to a motor truck. After all the sick had 
been loaded he advised that there was still room for a few packs if anyone did 
not feel hardly able to make the hike. Everyone seemed to want to stick it out, 

and Set. Thorn hurled his pack on 
been sick on the boat and 
dently his feet didn't feel 
been cold. 

the streets of Liverpool, 
sides by children crying: 
did not blame them for 
much sense left after such 
some troops had arrived 
but we soon discovered 
asking for American pen- 
rested every few blocks on 
told it was only a little 
finally came in sight of a 
surrounded by a stone 
groan as the head of the 
night we had some of the 
eaten and decided that 
fine dish. The ground was 
but we were on land at last and felt kindly toward 
"Knotty Ash," our first English Rest Camp. The next day the entire regiment 
preceded by the band, marched to a nearby park and there we listened to an 
address of welcome by a British Lord and each of us received a personal letter 
from King George, a much prized gift and the first of the many souvenirs we 
were to collect while overseas. Tuesday morning we fell out with full packs and 
hiked a short distance to the R. R. station. The English coaches are divided 
into small compartments, of two seats running crossways, facing each other. Eight 
men with packs fill them to about ioo f ^ capacity. The ride thru England was 
very pleasant. The neatly trimmed hedges, fine roads and tidy farm homes were 
welcome sights after fourteen days of ocean scencrv. 

We made a stop at Birmingham and here occurred the only accident of the 
trip. We arrived at 1:40 p. m. and were told by the 1st Sgt. that we could roam 
around the station platform until 2:00 o'clock as the train would not leave until 
then, but it was clearly explained that we were not to leave the station; however 
"Ale" signs across the street were very inviting and several soldiers hurried in 
that direction. The engine whistled a little before two o'clock and we pulled out 
almost immediately. We tumbled into the cars from all sides and several mounted 
on the run, but Sgt. Langford and 1st Class Private Dangelo were not in the 
shuffle, as they had strolled so far up the street that they didn't even hear the 
warning whistle. They came on a later train and joined the battery in camp that 

until someone murmured 
the truck. Ben hadn't 
didn't look sick now; evi 
right. They might have 
As we marched thru 
we were surrounded on all 
"Got any sense?" We 
asking this question, yet 
we felt we couldn't have 
a trip and we wondered if 
entirely void of reasoning, 
that the children were 
nies for souvenirs. We 
the way and each time were 
farther to Camp. We 

group of pyramidal tents j 
wall and let out a thankful i 

column turned in. That 
best stew we had ever 
after all, stew was a pretty 
muddv and weather chill 


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n i w, ;, another's sain and so while thev lost the train, the Battery 
n, ? ht \ 0nC , S U r, V ' yVreached Romsev about 8:00 p. m. and before the 

KVa7h b ^ P r P Pd. I d^oVs were jerked open by Lange officers who 
ordered tn-eet our packs on quickly and line up. As fast as we scrambled 
o of the ars we were rushed up a dark street in rapid confusion After a 
few bock of this, we were halted and soon our officers came along and got the 
ba te toge her. There were searchlights covering the heavens from all direc- 
tions but buildings and streets were dark, autos passed without headlights and 
W e knew that we were being bombed by the Zeppelins in much the same brutal 
manner in wmch we had been gassed at Camps Grant and Robinson. It was a 
W mile hike up a steep hill, before the tents of Camp Woodley, another Res 
Camp came into view/ We ate a supper of bread and jam, drew additional 
hhnfets from the Q. M. and another day's work was done. Just as things were 
St ting quie Sgt Seymour rushed in with the announcement that the K. Ps 
f nd cooks woul/have to work all night. This was hard luck for them, but meant 

i I oats for us and we went to sleep with visions of steaks and pes before us, 

but bacon was served for breakfast, and for dinner and supper-stew. John 
Miller Gutjahr, Windelborn, Ibisch, Mike Karson and kircher ate so many ruta- 
bagas from a field adjoining camp that it took $15.00 from the Battery Fund to 
settle with the owner. 

Friday morning we started out bright and early on the twelve mile hike to 
Southampton. The packs soon got heavy and it was stiff work, but everybody 
''hung tough." We stopped on a sunny hill near a British Rest Camp at noon 
and took on a liberal portion of Corn Willy. Red Cross ladies he pec I out , nth 
hot coffee and biscuits and a few British Newsboys furnished Cabaret Entertain- 
ment with songs dedicated to the Kaiser and the Boys of theVi lage It 
seemed another twelve miles thru the City before we reached the Docks. South- 
ampton seemed to have as many girls as Liverpool, pink cheeked and smiling so 
sweetly with the friendly "thumbs up," but we could not stop. We marched 
into a large freight house and unslung packs. In many instances shoes were 
removed and first aid given blistered feet. The rest of us were too tired to move. 
The afternoon wore along slowly. Someone discovered a canteen at the entrance 
to the docks, but we were ordered to remain with our packs, as we might load 
any time, and besides there would be plenty to eat on the boat, so the Laptam 
explained The lights were turned on at dusk and revealed a troup of acrobatic 
rats playing over the building and we watched their maneuvers until the order 
was given to "Sling Packs." 

We filed up the Gang Plank and then down three decks to the very bottom 
of the boat. We stacked our packs on the floor and then went to the upper deck 
in order to allow the remainder of the regiment to crowd down and leave their 
packs. The boat had been freshly disinfected and if the dope was as strong as 
the odor which permeated the air, a few drops would purify the entire German 
armv. Before pulling out, we again put on Life Preservers. They were so soiled 
however that in case of disaster, it is a question as to whether it would not have 
been better to throw them overboard and thereby rid yourself of any chance o. 
a dirt ballast. The trip across the channel, altho only requiring one night, practic- 
allv includes all the discomforts of the two week's trip across the ' ' Pond. 1 here 
was no supper served, which no doubt was recommended by Hoover, as there was 
a very strong tendency before morning to utterly disregard his instructions about 
saving, and food was freely wasted on all sides. Sleeping Quarters were found 
wherever there was room to lie down, or rather wherever there was room to get 
part of vour anatomy in a reclining position and let the fellow next to you uphold 
the balance. Once vou located, there was no changing and all decks were covered 
with tangled forms,' seeking rest in every position imaginable. Morning found 
us in good spirits however as another hazardous part of our journey had been 
passed in safety and we had reached Cherbourg, our landing place on the long- 
hoped-for soil of France. After a breakfast of hardtack, coffee and a piece of 


V), 551 !? Field Artillery, 

cheese the size of a loaf of sugar, we slung packs and proceeded down the gang 

Headed by the Band and with Colors uncased, we started up another two 
mile hill to another British Rest Camp. It was steep going and the packs seemed 
the "heaviest yet," but we "cut it" through and were all present at the " Halt." 
After we had deposited our packs in the squad tents, our first thoughts were to 
get cleaned up. We were informed that a good bath would be procurable and 
after a little delay, were marched to the Bath House. Wonder filled our eyes as 
we watched the long stream that was flowing from the overhead fixtures. It was 
like the stream that trickles from the wooden faucet when the barrel is going 
dry. The British Sgt. in charge immediately advised us not to "stand around 
like a bunch of bloody fools" if we wanted a " bawth " as the water would be 
shut off in ten minutes. We accepted his advice in regard to standing around 
and immediately hurried back to our tents. We had learned that water was to 
be very scarce in France. The usual Rest Camp ration of mutton stew, bread 
and jam was served for dinner and supper. We enjoyed a much needed night's 
rest and after two more meals of stew, "fell out" with full packs and hiked 
back down the hill to Cherbourg. We halted at a platform adjoining the R. R. 
tracks and waited in suspense. In due course of time a string of box cars came 
rolling down the track and stamped on the sides in large white letters were the 
words: "Hommes 40, Cheveaux 8," about which we had read so much in "Over 
the Top" and "Private Peat." Everyone started bawling like cattle and the 
scene was very realistic indeed. 

The Captain ordered us to the cars which were assigned to Battery "C", 
placed two Sergeants in charge of each and told us to climb in and make ourselves 
as comfortable as possible. The tone of his voice hinted that this might not be 
an easy task. Candles were lighted, blankets unrolled, packs hung up in the car 
so as to be out of the way and then the real trouble began; How could we distribute 
ourselves so that everyone could lie down 5 Several fellows seemed to have solved 
the problem for themselves and had already grabbed up far more than their share 
of room. Several suggestions were offered but it was soon evident that it would 
have to be a practical demonstration. We stretched out crossways of the car, 
and four men were left standing. We tried it again, crowding closer and only 
two were left upright. The Sergeants looked things over and decided that two 
men would have to lay across the legs of the others, in the center of the car. The 
two smallest men were picked out and wished "good luck." Everyone was hard- 
boiled and curses rent the air. About the time things would get quiet, someone 
would advise the fellow across the way to "pull in your feet and keep them out 
of my face." Gradually the swearing died out and everyone was asleep, or at 
least trying to sleep. The train made many stops during the night and seemed 
to remain a long while at each place. 

Davlight brought new hopes and ambitions. Travel rations had not been 
issued and our hunger was keen. The train continued to stop at every small town 
but it was noon before we were ordered to send two men back to the last car to 
draw rations. These rations must last three days and it required careful computa- 
tion to determine how many cans of beans and tomatoes might be eaten at one 
meal. We were long on Corn Beef and everyone was urged to eat all possible of 
the delicious "willy." A few showed more ability than others in stowing away 
this canned "bread of life" and Edd Olson has been known ever since as "Corn 
Beef Olson," while Ibisch was a close second. Night brought a new problem, as 
the rations were occupying the sleeping space of two men. This was overcome 
by distributing the can goods throughout the car and having one man sleep upon 
the bread. The stops continued to be numerous throughout the night, as well as 
all next day. The country we were passing thru was covered with vineyards. 
The luscious grapes were being hauled away in cartloads, but even with all our 
stops we were never quite near enough to make the fence. 

About 7:00 p. m. we reached Bordeaux. The depot and train sheds signified 


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. re Lched our supposed destination. It seemed almost too good to be true, in 
rfew minutes we P would actually be in camp, but the minute, grew into ^hours 
-ndsti we waited and shivered. The cold increased toward morning and the 
horsesl oers and cooks could stand it no longer. They ventured from the box 
carsfn search of fuel. A bonfire was soon blazing and immediately surrounded 
bv danc ng half f ozen, warriors. Morning finally dawned and revealed a typical 
Frenchvmage High on the walls of the station in raised stone letters were he 
words "La Teste/' About eight o'clock, without warning our tram started 
forward and soldiers, among them the Colonel and Personnel Adjutant c ame 
hurrying in all directions from adjoining streets, regardless of the : f act that :it was 
against Orders to leave the cars. The Adjutant grabbed a Red Flag from the 
French brakeman and proceeded to wave same furiously, but speed noised 
instead of slackening and he and the Colonel grabbed the last box car as it rattled 

7- La Courneau station was reached after an hour's ride thru a murmuring pine 
forest. The barracks of Camp Hunt on one side of the track and on the other 
the famous "Western Front," which was destined to be the scene of our only 
battles in the days to come, when the M. P's. took La Teste, only to be driven 
back bv our men at Vin Blanc and Cognac, fell into our hands. _ 

At last we had reached the end of our journey and the hardships and incon- 
veniences of the trip were instantly forgotten. We had gained the prize which 
we had been looking forward to since the dav the U. S. entered the Great World 
War for Democracy— Our letters home would now be headed: bUMJi- 

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little walk, and build a 
Spagetti and garlic, and 

i which we takt 
Finis la guerre. 

' anything else. Hail the Conquering Heroei 
'hcvroni and good bye. Bark to the farm. 


Tired, dirty, hungry, and with beards that wouid 
unnerve our veteran Battery tonsorial artist, we piled 
out of our "French Pullmans "and had our first glimpse 
of what was to be our home for nearly three months, 
Camp Hunt, situated at La Courneau Station. The 
old French barracks with their thatched roofs looked 
better than palaces to us after our experiences with the 
English "rest" camps. After a delay of what seemed 
hours, but which was really only a few minutes, we were invited to our new home 
and we needed no second invitation. Our first thought, after depositing our 
packs, was water — we needed it externally and sure applied it vigorously. 

Dinner was prepared from what was left of our luxurious travel ration — no 
more explanation is necessary. We than raided the surrounding barracks for 
bunks, tables, wash-basins and anything we thought might be of use to us. Most 
of the bunks were of the double-deck variety and several heated arguments arose 
as to who would receive the lower berths. These were soon settled however and 
it is still an unanswered question as to which had the more advantages. 

Only a few went "over the hill" on the first nights of those long battles of 
"Vin Blanc" and "Cognac" fought along the "Western Front." The fact 
that we had received our last pay just before our visit to New York had more to 
do with this than Captain Sherman's warning to us to "watch our step" in regard 
to French liquid refreshments. 

A few days after our arrival we were favored by the return to the Battery of 
Sergeants Hefele and Herzog and Lieutenant Miller, our contribution to the advance 
party of the Brigade. Hefele and Herzog were physically qualified to give us 
"the long and the short" of their experiences here. 

It was along about the twelfth of October that the first Battalion felt the 
need of a new adjutant and our own Captain Sherman was the chosen one. Now 
a Battery without a captain is like a ship without a rudder, so Captain Harry 
F. Webster was rushed to the scene and saved the situation. It was at this time 
also that Lieutenant Miller and Mitchell were transferred to Headquarters Company. 
These vacancies were filled by Lieutenant Craigmile from Headquarters Company 
and Lieutenant Gardner, direct from service at the front. This marked the begin- 
ning of real drill and from then on "bunk fatigue" was a thing of the past. 

"Don't be late for school" warned Sergeant Wilson as classes were formed in 
the various branches of artillery service. Materiel school opened first with such 
apt scholars as Sergeants Seymour, Radlund, Herzog and Hefele and Corporals 
Franz, O'Keefe, A. J. Smith and Tracy. "Sort of takes me back to my kid days 
again," says Art, "but I don't think I will take a chance at playing hookey. 
That 75 is sure some baby." The "Hullo Girls" more commonly known as 
the Telephone Detail included Sergeant Miller, Corporals Harry Benzmiller, Russe! 
Richards, and Waddell, and Privates Klund and Lawrence. A good collection of 
"ear and mouth" specialists, they were, and sufficiently able to "holdup" any 
telephone communication our Battery might need. Sergeant Miller, however 
proved too apt a pupil and learned so rapidly that the instructor, fearful that Ted 

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might get his job, had him transferred on October 27th 
to the Officer's Training School. Sergeant Eulberg 
who up to this time had been a "dark horse filled 
the vacancy to perfection. 

Sergeant Savage and Corporals Schnell and John 
Breunig were selected to tame the "Y" line and went 
along with one of the "loots" to learn all about it. 
This was Lieutenant Craigmile and we all knew that 
our "instruments" would be well taken care of with 
this shrewd and energetic quartette on the job. 

Next came the "suicide club" candidates class— 
fourteen stalwart, dare-devil "bucks" under the 
leadership of Corporals Mumm and Moungey. Mac- 
Donald, A. L. Nelson, Nadeau, McGinms, Gibson, 
Topping, Tipper, Storr, Schloetzer, Buol, Thompson, 
Rosenthal Trepania and Schneider— all anxious to 
master the musteries of those ' ' 248 shots per minute, 
airplane wreckers. 
Corporal Langford and Silent Hoffman joined the Painter's Union and started 
in to 'earn all about camouflage and finally were able to pronounce it all went 
well fori few davs. Then the doctors stepped in and decided to do a httle camou- 
flaging themselves in the vicinity of Ray's throat, so Ray was unceremoniously 
yanked from school and sent to the hospital. 

As a hospital patient Ray proved to be a good assistant wardmaster, with the 
result that we saw no more of him, until rumors of our returning home brought him 
back to the Battery in double-time fashion. 

The radio school called for two more of our men so Corporal Klesit and Private 
Stevens responded to the call. Hub is small and all that but when .tame to 
"radioing" or learning to "radioate" or manipulating the Radioer we are 
of the opinion that he could get away with just about enough "bunk fatigue 
as his able-bodied understudy "Red." 

Back in the States we had played with the old "three inch" and the British 
IS Pounders, so it was a safe bet that we would get French seventy-fives to 
smash the Huns and blaze away to glory, via Berlin and all points north tor 
the first few weeks these guns proved to be scarcer than American cigarettes in 
England, and we were lucky to get within talking distance of them, for one or two 
hours each day. However, each Battery soon received its full equipment and it 
was not long before every man in the outfit was bouncing on and off limbers in 
lively fashion. 

Firing was begun very soon, and it was a different 
kind of training from the open war-fare we had practiced 
in the States. " The range was very flat and with few 
real positions. There were no hills for the B C station 
like LaFayette and Selfridge Knoll. The officers con- 
ducted fire from a wooden tower 100 yards behind the 
guns. Communication was by telephone— more 
for training than anything else, as the gunners 
could all hear the original data. The old days of 
"aiming point-lone tree on right front" were forgotten 
and we used aiming stakes, and the now well known 
"Y azimuth." 

The "swazant cans" proved an easy gun to handle 
and a very accurate shooter. After the first nervous- 
ness wore off. we could pick off a sparrow at a 1000 
meters, while Sergeant Savage spoke of ' ' Phi Over 

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Omega" and "unusual preponderous of shorts" as 
if he really knew what he was talking about. 

Of course there were bad days. The reliable Pettit 
lost track of his seconds and was given a seat in the 
gallery. Tracy balled up his deflections occasionally, 
and all the gunners mystified the Colonel with 
some high and mighty shooting at a captive tank. 
Balloon observation and adjustment from airplane 
came in for a share, and we were all set for the front, 
— when the word came in that it was "finis la guerre'' 
so we took another shot at target No. 9 and called it 
a day. 

The old comparison between day and night was 
proven true beyond a doubt. Although we drilled 
and studied hard during the day, we banished work 
with the last sounds of Retreat and the evenings were 
spent in various ways of merry-making. On one of 
the "mornings after" Cy awoke wondering how he 
came to be sleeping between cooks Steinmetz and Lind when his own bunk was 
in the adjoining room. 

Rolling the bones and shuffling the pasteboards were the main evening indoor 
sports and although we all knew there was to be "no gambling or drinking within 
the confines of this camp"— still we managed to "get away with it" as long as 
we kept the "long green" prettv well camouflaged and the light turned out at 
the proper hour. Shock, YVhitey'and several others of the old gang became too 
enthused one evening with the ivory cubes and forgot that there was such a thing 
as bedtime in the army. It so happened that our Captain, returning to his quarters 
after a long debate with the Top deciding whom to put on permanent K. P. saw 
the light shining where all should have been dark, and doubtless thinking some- 
one must be ill, stepped in to lend his assistance. Whitey, the first to see him, 
yelled "attention," but Shock was more interested in arousing the attention 
of the dice and greeted the B. C. with a "come on you seven, shoot the six." 
The Captain spoke briefly, but to the point, and the next day the erring men 
were confined to Regimental area and their financial hopes shattered. 

A couple of weeks passed before Sam, our Battery barber, awoke to the chances 
before him, kicked the cooks out of their quarters, and hung out hisshmgle. Busi- 
ness was rushing and as he worked mostly on the credit basis, his list of names 
grew larger each day. Sam's reputation soon spread and he was surprised one 
morning'to find at the head of his waiting list no less 
a distinguished personage than the Lieutenant-Colonel. 
"Hope he pays cash, ""said Sam to himself as he plied 
his clippers cautiously. Sam's dream came true for 
as the Colonel stepped from the chair he handed Sam 
one and one half francs as carelessly as though money 
meant no more to him than white bread meant to the 
French. Not knowing that Lieutenant-Colonels were 
exceptions, we were some surprised when pay-day 
came and we were charged two francs for our haircuts. 
The thoughtful Sergeants, wishing to protect the men 
under them from this exhorbitant graft, refused to pay 
this price, but a little reprimand from the Captain 
quelled the threatening mutiny. "Nothing ventured 
nothing won," however, and a few days later it was 
announced that haircuts could be obtained hereafter at 
one and one half francs each. 

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To make it worse, several 
•a, and blew at all hours of 

small luxury to get back once more to garrison chow. 
The mess improved each day and we were especially 
elated one Sunday morning when the news reached us 
that pancakes were being served for breakfast. ' ' Won't 
believe that until I see "it myself," muttered Corporal 
Schnell, as he grabbed his hash pan and beat it by the 
shortest route" to the mess hall. "Somebody prick 
me with a pin to see if I am really awake," was his 
next remark, as he lined up for his sixth helping, ' ' they 
must have gotten the menu for the officers' breakfast 
mixed up with ours." The pancake king was able to 
be up and around again about noon, but this was one 
"chow-time" that he was not hungry. 

"Gas!!! The shortest command in the army, but 
when given it put more life into us for about six seconds 
than any dozen other commands put together. We all 
loved gas-drill just about as much as a Frenchman 
loves a" German, but they told us that it was for our 
own good. Cooks, mechanics, horse-shoers, and all other gold-bricks had to take 
it as regularly as an Italian takes his macaroni. During the latter part of October 
and up"to the middle of November we had to carry bags at all times except when 
sleeping and then to have them within easy reach, 
gas-alarms were stationed around the Regimental a 
the day and night. 

It would be needless to try to describe our feelings on that memorable eleventh 
of November when the news reached us that the armistice with Germany had 
been signed. Armistice, pay-day, and tobacco and candy rations all came on the 
same day and the Camp Commander, having some respect for the general conditions 
of things around camp, applied some real headwork and promptly closed the 
"Western Front." This put a damper on our original plans for celebration, but 
we were about as far from being down-hearted as a recruit with his first pass for 

The rumors reached us next day that four "picked" men from each Battery 
were to be sent to the Front for a short time. Not much belief was put in the 
rumor until evening when Sergeant Wilson ordered Tucker, Brovick, Bigger and 
Shellum to have their packs rolled and be ready to leave by seven o'clock the 
next morning. "I don't mind so much breaking up the Battery," said Shellum, 
"just as long as they don't send me to some part of the Front where the news of 
the armistice has not yet reached the Huns." Tucker 
took the news calmly, little realizing that it was to 
be his final adieu to Battery C. Such proved to^ be 
the case, however, for on November thirtieth, Brovick, 
Bigger and Shellum returned after an extended tour 
of the front with the news that Tucker had been "lost 
in transit." 

Now that our drilling days were over, football 
became the main event of interest around camp and 
by the middle of November every Battery and Company 
in the Regiment had organized a team and began 
practicing. We looked invincible with such men as 
Eulberg, Larson, Muram, John Breunig and George 
Breunig in the backfield and Savage, O'Keefe, Hannifin, 
McQueen, Hefele, Franz, Clayton, Lynch and Waddell 
on the line. But somehow something went wrong. 
We lost to Battery B and Battery A by the close scores 
of 3 too and 6 too respectively, but were not discouraged 

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and on November 19, we defeated Battery D in a hard fought game by the score 
of 6 — o. A schedule was then arranged to decide the Regimental championship 
and we were eager to clear-up our record on the new start. Our first game was 
with Headquarters Company and although we kept the ball continually near their 
goal, we were unable to land the "knock-out" punch and the game ended with 
a nothing to nothing tie. Rainy weather prevented the playing off of this tie 
until December 19. when to the surprise of the entire Regiment we were humiliated 
by this same Headquarters Company to the tune of 13 to o. This was the end 
of our football ambitions and our only comfort was in the boast that ours was the 
only team that defeated the Regimental champions, Battery D. 

With all of us in a most curious and anxious state of mind as to what would 
be our fate now that the war was won, imagine the excitement when on the morning 
of November 2t, orders came to turn in everything but personal equipment and 
prepare to leave for a port of embarkation. Vin Blanc and Cognac fell before us 
and the entire camp rang with our cheers of approval. The thought of returning 
so soon to our beloved United States seemed too good to be true and even Vegge 
wore a grin that reached from ear to ear. Everybody 
worked enthusiastically for the next few days and soon 
the guns, ammunition, helmets, and gas-masks were 
turned in and everything put in condition for leaving 
on short notice. 

The next Thursday was Thanksgiving Day and 
thinking they would be on the boat by that time, several 
Batteries celebrated this Holiday on Sunday so as to 
be sure they would not lose out on a big feed. Captain 
Webster, probably having some inside dope, held out 
on the food proposition with the result that Thanks- 
giving Day found us still on the job and with plenty 
of time to do away with all the goose and dressing they 
dared hand out to us. It was some feast, too, after 
which candy and cigars were passed around. But of 
course we did not go; then came the "watchful waiting" 
and as days and weeks passed and we remained here 
we began to think that the 161 st Artillery Brigade had 
been forgotten on the last revision of the homeward 
bound sailing list. 

But the long looked for day came at last and at twelve o'clock noon on Dec- 
ember 20th we boarded our "box-car special" for a forty five mile ride to Camp 
de Souge, and arrived there at ten o'clock that evening. We were tired and sleepy, 
and after walking from the depot to the camp and enjoying a cup of hot coffee 
we were glad to "turn in for a good night's sleep. Our short stay here was un- 

On the second day the Colonel got word that a boat was waiting for us at 
Bordeaux, and it was only a question of getting on it. The 333rd had left ahead 
of us, and according to all rumors, were on the way. Packs were lightened, and 
the surplus sent ahead in trucks with Wagner and Brady as guards, and with 
Bassetti's gang to cook up some slum. 

And it was some walk. They told us it was only seventeen miles, but that 
was only a guess. "Keep closed' up, don't straggle and remember it is fifty per 
cent psychology, and the rest pure guts." The seventeen miles stretched out into 
twenty three." Twenty three miles over French cobblestones, with marching packs, 
and rain every half hour. It was "over hill and over dale" with a vengeance. 
We made it all right, but the last hill nearly ruined us, and it was only Lieutenant 
Samsey's friendly advice to "snap out of it, and show something" that pulled 
Benzmiller and others through. 

At five thirty we reached Genicart, six miles outside of Bordeaux. Tired, does 


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for our trip through the 
pass before leaving for the st 

not express it. Our feet were ruined and we were sore 
and lame in every joint. The boat we were to sail on, 
had left two days before. But we were to all in to 
cuss and after a little mess, we all turned in, and forgot 
it was Christmas Eve and that back home Santa Claus 
was climbing down the chimney. We were told that 
there would be no Reveille the next morning, but at 
six thirty the bugles tooted, there was a sharp blast of 
the whistle, and Wilson's "Outside, you wagon soldiers, 
and line up." There were only about fifty men who 
could pull their shoes on over their swollen feet, and 
these stumbled outside to hear their names read off to 
be ready to go on detail at seven thirty. We were now 
beginning to realize that going home was far from being 
a pleasure trip and that we had to earn every mile of 
the way. 

On the morning of our third day at camp Genicart 
we rolled our packs once more, but this time it was 
'Delouser" an ordeal through which all troops must 
The "Delouser" was more than the name 

implies, although not nearly so horrible as the name sounds. One of its features 
was a physical examination in which we lost Gibson and Loun. It was here that 
we received an entirely new outfit, and we closely resembled a bunch of rookies 
with their first uniforms as we lined up for the march back to the barracks. 

As we all felt certain that we had nothing else to do now but wait for a satis- 
factory boat to carry us back, we were considerably surprised when on the evening 
of December thirty-first, orders came in for the entire Battery to report for duty 
the next day at the Remount Station, about one mile from camp. This proved 
to be another never-to-be-forgotten day for us all. We had encountered plenty 
of mud since our arrival in France, but this was the first time we had been com- 
pelled to wade up to our knees in it. Grooming horses and mules was the main 
diversion of the day and although we had groomed dirty horses before, we were 
sure that most of these had not been groomed for a month or more. 

After three long weeks of waiting, every day of which the Battery built roads, 
carried lumber or unloaded ships, we received orders to leave for Marseilles and 
catch the steam-ship Duca d' Aosta there for New York. The news proved to 
be straight dope and at three o'clock in the afternoon of January eighteenth we 
left Camp Genicart and marched to Bordeaux where we piled into the side door 

specials for our rides to Marseilles. There were only 

eighteen of us to a car, and after scattering a few bales 

of hay around the floor we "pulled out" at a quarter 

of eight for the most comfortable ride we had had 

since our arrival overseas. 

We passed through Carcarson, one of the oldest 

towns in France, thru Nimes,and finally pulled in along 

side of the docks at Marseilles about midnight. After 

waiting a couple of hours, we reached the boat, and 

were loaded by noon. We sailed that evening. Chow 

time came at last, and many chow times followed, that 

we will never forget. The less said about it the better 

but "rotten" would be a compliment. 

We sailed through the Mediterranean and on the 

second morning were anchored in the harbor of 

Gibraltar. Klein looked in vain for the "Prudential" 

advertisement, and we had trouble convincing him, it 

was not there. At the foot of the rock lay the town 

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331 S J Field Artillery r q 

"f Gibraltar and the water around us was filled with 
boats of all sizes and descriptions. It was a profitable 
day for some of the natives who made numerous trips 
from shore to our boat in launches loaded with oranges, 
figs and other eatables, which we gladly bought at a 
reasonable price. 

After loading with what seemed to us enough coal 
to last for a trip around the world, we were on our way 
again at six o'clock for the last lap of our journey. 
The trip was eventful enough, but space forbids men- 
tioning the details of how most of us "fed the fishes" 
during our first experience in rough weather; how 
the water came through a porthole early one morning 
giving a few of our men an unexpected salt water bath: 
how McGinnis barely missed being court-martialled 
for taking an onion out of the bin: and how we all 
counted the days and hours through which we had to 
"exist" before reaching "God's Country," which 
was getting to be the popular name for the United States. 

We had our first sight of land at four o'clock in the afternoon of February 
fourth and what a feeling of relief and joy to us all. We anchored at six o'clock 
and soon a tug steamed" up alongside of us from which an officer boarded our 
boat with the information that we would not dock until early the next morning. 
Although we were considerably disappointed we had hopes that such might be 
the case, and after an anxious and almost sleepless night we were up early the 
next morning and crowded on the decks so as to get an eyeful of all that was going 
on. We steamed up the river, and it certainly felt great. Real buildings, real trains, 
and real people who spoke English and understood us, waving and cheering as 
we passed. At the oier there was a doughboy band, and honest-to-goodness 
American girls— "Oh Boy !" said Herzog, " ain't it a grand and glorious feeling, 
and it sure was. 

We unloaded quickly and the Red Cross came through with American coffee 
and rolls. The Salvation Army was on the job as usual and the Y. M. C. A. handed 
out free chocolate. The ferry to the Jersey side was waiting and by noon we were 
in Camp Merritt. Early the next morning we went through the mill, and then 
moved to another part of camp. Passes were issued freely and we all got into 
New York. 

The end came quicklv. The regiment was split up according to States and 
the Battery ceased to exist. Wilson went back to the Regular Army, Pettit to 
Jefferson Barracks, and the Iowa men to Camp Dodge. The rest of the battery 
'went to Grant, stopping in Chicago for a parade and a reception. Four days 
at Camp Grant, and it was all over. Another chevron— this time a red one— and 
the 331st Field Artillery was only a memory, but one that will not soon be for- 


3311' Field Artillery, 

This closes the narrative. The Battery is no more— only a memory but the 
influence of good fellowship and kindred ties will survive. Out of the National 
Army, evolved a truer understanding of mutual obligations, a keener insight into 
the true meaning of American Citizenship, and a firmer resolution to protect the 
ideals for which we were ready to die. ■ , • 

The uniform has been put away, and we are back again in the old grind— in 
factories— offices, or on the farm. Memories and associations will not die, and 
when we meet each other, we'll stop in our daily work and find time to talk over 
the "old days," and wish deep down in our hearts that we could all get together 
once again. 

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22 (I — BATTERY C 

If/ iWtmoriam ^8 

f ofm E. Paucr 
Cbtoarb 0. Hunb 
Jofjn a. &tdjter 
Gentle f . ^prositp 
Hfoijn 1L Etjompson 
Cbtoarb #. Unteri)ol?ncr 

©Key Bteft fov (Shew OTouwfry 

Captain Henry P. Isham 

Battery Commander. Born in Chicago. 111., on Dec. 6, 1894. Graduated 
Yale University 1917. Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A. at First R. 0. T. C, Ft. 
Sheridan, 111. and served there as Instructor at Second Training Camp. Assigned 
to Regiment on Nov. 29, 1917. Promoted to Captain on Aug. 15, 1918 and 
immediately assigned to Battery "D". 



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First Lieut. Frederick S. Winston 

Reconnaissance Officer. Born in Minneapolis, Minn., 
Commissioned ist Lieut. F. A. at Second R. O. T. C, 
Ft. Snelling, Minn. Attached to Regiment Dec. 20, 1917. 
Assigned to Battery "D" Oct. 12, 1918. 

First Lieut. Leonard H. Whitney 

Executive Officer. Born in Downers Grove, 111. on Feb. 
22, 1894. Graduated College of Engineering, University 
of Illinois in 1917. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F. A. at 
First R. 0. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Promoted to ist 
Lieut, on Jan. 2, 1918. Assigned to Regiment at its 
organization and to Battery "D" on Aug. I, 1918. 



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Second Lieut. Douglas P. Wells 

In charge of Department "C". Born in Chicago, 111., 
on March 17, 1895. Graduated at Williams College in 
1916. Attended Government Training Camps for Infantry 
at Ludington, Mich, and San Francisco, Calif., during 
summers of 1914 and 1915, holding grade of 2nd Lieut. 
Infantry at close of latter. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. 
F. A. at First R. 0. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Assigned 
to Battery "D" at its organization. 

Second Lieut. Theodore P. Swift 

In charge of Department "B". Born in Colorado 
Springs, Colo., on July 12, 1891. Graduated from Yale 
University in 1915. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F. A. 
at First R. 0. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Attached to 
Regiment at its organization. Assigned to Battery "D" 
on Jan. 25, 1918. 



A 551 s i Field Artillery, 

Ex-Officers of Battery "D" 

Captain Ronald Webster. Commissioned Captain F. A. at First R. O. T. C, 
Ft. Sheridan, 111. Commanded Battery "D" from date of organization to Feb. 
18, 1918, when he was sent to Ft. Sill School of Fire. Retained there as Instructor. 

Captain George G. Goll. Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A. at First R. O. T. C, 
Ft. Sheridan, 111. Served as Executive of Battery "D" until Jan. 2, 1918, when 
he was promoted to Captain. Commanded Battery "D" from June 24, 1918 
to July 29, 191 8 when he was transferred to the 311th Supply Train. 

First Lieut. Werner H. Brabbe. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F. A. at First 
R. O. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Attached to Battery "D' - at its organization. 
Promoted to 1st Lieut, on Jan. 2, 1918 and served as Reconnaissance Officer of 
Battery until July 10, 1918 when he was transferred to Headquarters Company. 
Commanded Battery on hike to Sparta. 

First Lieut. Norman E. Sterling. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F. A. at First 
R. O. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Immediately attached to Battery "D" and pro- 
moted to 1st Lieut, on Jan. 2, 1918. Supervised work of Department "B" until 
Oct. 12, 191 8 when he was transferred to Headquarters Company. 

First Lieut. Paul Roberts. Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A. at Second R. O. 
T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. Served with Battery "D" from Dec. 20. 1917 to April 
29, 1918 when with Lieut. Mayall he was transferred to Camp Jackson. 

First Lieut. Robert Mayall. Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A. at Second 
R. O. T. C, Ft. Snelling, Minn. Served with Battery "D" from Dec. 20, 1917 
to April 29, 1918. 

Second Lieut. Vernon M. Welsh. Commissioned 2nd Lieut. F. A. at First 
R. O. T. C. Ft. Sheridan 111. Attached to Regiment at its organization and served 
with Battery "D" from April 15, 1918 to May 22. 1918 when he was transferred 
to Camp Jackson. 

Battery "D" History Committee 

Cpl. Homer D. Smith, Chairman 

Cpl. Walter D. Yaeger 
Cpl. James D. Peterson 

Cpl. Clemens M. Lins 
Sgt. Joseph A. Coleman 

Mechanic Glen B. Wenz, Artist 

For the contribution of a number of small sketches, grateful acknowledgement 
is made to Cpl. Dudley R. Wells of the 337th F. A. 



331 5! Field Artillery, 


Whitcomb, Leo E. 
Thalacker. Albin C. 

Kauphusman, Emmett R. 
Marlow, Edward C. 
Steuber, Roland 
McCarthy, Martin 
Dickie, Burr H. 
Huebbe, John F. 
Alt, Andrew 

McDonnell, Glenn J. 
Coleman, Joseph A. 
Schalla, William F. 
Hindes, Lauren F. 

Quinn, Edward G. 

[7, Sgt 



1st Sgt.— 2063441— Ent'd Service Sept. 7, '17, Btry 

"D", Sept. 8, '17, Mess Sgt. Oct. 1/17, Sgt. Feb. 11, 

'18, 1st Sgt. May 13, '18. "Beast of Berlin." 

Mess Sgt.— 2063454— Ent'd Service Sept. 8, '17, 

Btry "D", Sept. 9, '17, Cook Sept. 19, '17, Sgt. 

April I, '18, Mess Sgt. June 1, '18; "Rice and bacon, 

bacon and rice." 

Sup. Sgt. — 2063438— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btry "D", Sept. 19, '17; Corp. Nov. 30, '17: Sgt. 

Feb. 4, '18; Sup. Sgt. Feb. 11, '18. "Ragpicker." 

Stab. Sgt.— 2063439 — Ent'd Service Oct. 2, '17; 

Btry "D", Oct. 3, '17; Corp. Dec. 18, '17; Sgt. 

Feb. 4, '18, Stab. Sgt. Feb. II, '18, "Horseologist." 

Sgt. — 2063443 — Ent'd Service Sept. 4, '17; Btry 

"D," Sept. 5, '17; Corp. Oct. 2, '17; Sgt. Nov. 30, 

'17. "Whitcomb's Chief of Staff." 

Sgt.— 2063444— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Corp. Nov. 30, '17,; Sgt. Jan. 

8, '18. "Cognac King." 

Sgt. — 2063447 — Ent'd Service Sept. 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Corp. Nov. 30, 

1, '18. "The Old Steer." 

Sgt. — 2063446 — Ent'd Service Sept. 

"D", Sept. 5, '17; Corp. Oct. 1, '17 

'18. "Roll your tail." 

Sgt. — 2063437 — Ent'd Service Sept. 

"D", Sept. 19, '17; Corp. Oct. 15, 

30, '17, 1st Sgt. Jan. 14, '18; Pvt. 

Corp. June 1, '18, Sgt. Aug. I, '18 


C r 

Sgt. —2078715— Ent'd Service July II, '18; Btry 

"D", July 12^ '18; Corp. Oct. 17, '18; Sgt. Nov. 25 

'18. "'Silk Hat Harry." 

Sgt.— 2818023— Ent'd Service April 29, '18; Btry 

"D" May 13, '18; Corp. Nov. 15, '18, Sgt. Nov. 

25, '18. "Buck to Sgt. in ten days." 

Sgt. — 2065326— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept! 19, '17; Trfd Vet. Det. Jan. 24, to Apr. 

8, '18; Lance Corp. June 1, '18; Corp. Aug. I, '18; 

Sgt. Nov. 25, '18. "Stacia." 

Sgt.— 2063469— Ent'd Service Sept. 20, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 21, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

Aug. 1, '18; Sgt. Nov. 25, '18. "Nigger." 

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4, 17; rjtry 
Sgt. Aug. 14, 

[8, '17; 
7; Sgt. 

May "13, '18; 
2063452 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 
Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI., Jan. 15, '18,; 
p. Feb. 1, 'i8 1 Sgt. Aug. 1, '18. "Buzzer." 

Van Airsdai.e, Earl H. 
Carberry, Jacob 
Prochaska. George W. 
Smith, Homer D. 
Connolly, Joseph E. 
Banta, George V. 


Schulz, Emil 

Egerer, Clarence M. 

Amacher, Fred 

Christensen, Walter J. 

McDonald, Martin E. 
Peterson, James D. 

Beyl, Herman F. 

Myller, Lenus S. 

Schlachter, George H. 

Dapra, Oswald 

Dennis, George A. 

Hindes, Darrel P. 

Corp.— 2063450— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept.' 19, '17; Corp. Nov. 3c, '17, "Here I 

am, Agnes." 

Corp.— 206^462 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept." 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15. '18; Corp. 

April 1. '18. "Gas." 

Corp.— 2063468— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept.' 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

April 1, '18. "Salvage King." 

Corp.— 2063505— Ent'd Service Dec. 11, '17; Btry 

"D"Dec. 11, '17; Corp Apr. i,'i8. "That reminds 


Corp. — 206346^, — Ent'd Service Sept. 20, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 21, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

Apr. 1, '18; "Get those heels together." 

Corp.— 2076493— Ent'd Service Jan. 10, '18, Btry 

"D" April 19, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 10, '18; Corp. 

June 7, 'iS. "Gentleman from Indiana." 

Corp.— 2080668— Ent'd Service Feb. 26, '18; Btry 

"D" Apr. 19, '18; Corp. Aug. 1, '18; "What did 

you think of me when I came into the Army." 

Corp. — 2063470 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

Aug. 1, '18. "Goosie." 

Corp.— 2063464— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17, Btry 

"D" Sept." 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

Aug. 19, '18. "Purity." 

Corp.— 2063473— Ent'd Service Sept. 18. '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17, Pvt. 1st CI. June 1, '17; Corp. 

Aug. 19, '18. "Kamouflage Kid." 

Corp. — 2063477 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. June 1, 

Aug. 19, '18. "The Thoughtful Dane.' 

Corp. — 2817993 — Ent'd Service Apr. 29, 18, Btry "D" 

May 13, '18; Corp. Oct. 17/18. "The Star Half." 

Corp.— 2078716— Ent'd Service Tuly 11, '18; Btry 

"D" July 11. '18; C<.rp. Oct. 17, '18. "Are you 

the mascot or one of the men?" 

Corp. — 3751077 — Ent'd Service July 23 

"D" Aug. 10, '18; Corp. Nov. 15, '18. 

those Marines." 

Corp. — 3339065 — Ent'd Service June 27 

"D*" July 7, ''18; Corp. Nov. 15, '18; 


Corp. — 3340548 — Ent'd Service June 2^, '18; Btry 

"D" July "26, '18; Corp. Nov. 15. ''18. "The 

Fighting Sentinel.' ' 

Corp. — 2063480 — Entered Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 10, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. June 1. '18; Corp. 

Nov. 25, '18. "Nigger Falls." 

Corp. — 2063481 — Entered Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept." 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. June 1, '18; Corp. 

Nov. 25, '18. "A week in the kitchen for an hour's 


Corp. — 2063487 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept." 19, '17, Bugler Mch. 11, '18; Pvt. Nov. 

16, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Corp. Nov. 25, 

'18. "Pukler." 

17; mry 
8; Corp. 

8; Btry 
'One of 

S; Btry 

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331* Field Artillery 


Lins, Clemens M. 

Yaeger, Walter D. 

Ward, Charles S. 

York, Francis L. 

Van Every, Thomas H. 

Bluemchen, William F. 

Kruger, Emil H. 

Vogel, Albert B. J. 

Wormet, John F. 
Mikoda, Edward A. 
Cummings, Robert B. 

Gahan, John J. 

Schluter, George F. 
Busse, Emil 
Farries, Jacob 
Wenz, Glen B. 
Gilster, Henry W. 
Kropp, George J. 
Sweney, Arthur R. 

C orp —2063453— Ent'd Service Nov. 12, '17; Btry 

"D" Nov. 12, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18; Corp. 

Feb. 1, '18; Pvt. Aug. 27, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, 

'18; Corp. Nov. 25, '18. "The Soap Box Orator." 

Corp.— 3337431— Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 

"D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Corp. 

Nov. 25, '18. "The Diminutive Quarter." 

Corp. — 3336104 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 

"D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Corp. 

Nov. 25, '18. "Loud and Lusty." 

Corp.— 2063518— Ent'd Service Nov. 2, '17; Btry . 

"D" Nov. 3, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Corp. 

Nov. 25, '18. "The Cinnamon Bear." 

Corp. — 3333629 — Entered Service June 24, '18; Btry 

"D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Corp. 

Jan. 3, '19. "The Golf Kid." 

Cook— 2063455— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Cook Jan. 7, '18. "The Hobo 

Cook. " , r» 

Cook,— 2063490 — Ent'd Service Sept. 20, 17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 21, '17; Cook Jan. 7, '18. "The famous 


Cook,— 2063513— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Cook June 1, '18. "Slum- 

gullion Bert." 

Cook,— 2063517— Ent'd Service Sept. 7, '17: Btry 

"D" Sept. 8, '17; Cook June 1, '18. "Lardas." 

Hs. — 2063492 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Hs. June 1, '18. "Boney." 

Hs.— 2822391— Ent'd Service May 25, '18; Btry 

"D" July 26, '18; Hs. June 20, '18; Pvt. July 26, 

'18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. i6,'i8; Hs. Jan. 3/19. "Mother 


Hs.— 2063483— Ent'd Service Oct. 2, '18; Btry "D 

Oct. 3, '18; Corp. Apr. 1, '18; Pvt. Aug. 27, '18; Pvt. 

1st CI. Nov. '16; '18; Ms. Jan. 3, '18. "Jack, the 

Giant Killer." 

Hs.— 2063501— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18; Hs. 

Jan. 3, '19. "Put a pair of field shoes on that horse." 

Chief Mec— 2063457 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btrv "D" Sept. 19, '17; Mec. Jan. 14, '18; Chief 

Mec. Nov. 16, '18. "The 75's wet nurse." 

Mec— 2063458— Ent'd Service Nov. 12, '17; Btry 

"D" Nov. 13, '17; Mec. Jan. 14, '18. "The Swiss 


Mec. — 2091093 — Ent'd Service Apr. 29, '18; Btry 

"D" May 13, '18; Mec. Nov. 16, '18. "Windy 


Mec— 3336858 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 

"D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18; Mec. 

fan. 3," '19. "What's the matter, old girl?" 

Saddler— 2063459— Ent'd Service Sept. 4, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 5, '17; Saddler Jan. 14, '18; "Scarletina 


Bugler— 2063 5 1 1— Ent'd Service Sept. 20, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 2i,'i7;Bglr March 11, '18; "A bugler's 

job for me every time." 

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Hada, Clarence M. 

Shores, William C. 
Brown, Julius A. 


Stroede, Edwin C. W. 
Crosby, Ervin S. 
Gonsolin, Joseph E. 
Rodock, Joe J. 
Grosklous, Edwin H. 
Wagner, Thomas V. 
Steinhorst, Arthur F. F. 
Nigh, Louis G. 
Tronnier, Edward A. 
Ostrum, Ralph 

Quarness, Charles G. 
Traxler, Joseph P. 
Chapman, Leon H. 
Olson, Gustav A. 
Plummer, William E. 
Wehrman, Robert 

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Bugler— 2079732— Ent'd Service Mch. 29, '18; Btry 

"D" Mch. 29; '18; Bglr. Nov. 16, '18; "- you, 

Cap., who in — said I drove that nail?" 

Bugler— 2079708— Ent'd Service Mch. 18, '18; Btry 

"D" Mch. 18, '18; Bglr. Nov. 16/18. "Toughy. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063460— Ent'd Service Sept. 7, '17; 

Btry "D" Sept. 8, -17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15. '18. 

"Tom Thumb." 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063461— Ent'd Service Sept. 20, 17; 

Btry "D" Sept/21. '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 15, '18. 

"Bert B. Burlingame, the Baraboo Barber. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063510— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btrv "D" Sept." 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. June I, '18. 

"Chief of the Brush Detail." 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063479— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17. 

Btry "D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 

"Santa Claus." 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063485— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, 17; 

Btry "D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 

"The French Kid." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2063500— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btry "D" Sept. 18, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 

"Huckleberrv Finn." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2063486— Ent'd Service Sept 

Btry "D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov 

"Lardas the First." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2063514— Ent'd Service Sept 

Btry "D" Sept. "19, '17; Pvt. 1st CL Nov 

"Long Tom." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2063508— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btry "D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18. 

"The Kaiser." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2063451— Ent'd Service Oct. 2, '17; 

Btrv "D" Nov. 3, '17; Corp. Jan. 8, '18; Pvt. June 

I, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. "Slewfoot." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2818047— Ent'd Service April 29/18; 

Btry "D" May 13, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18. 

"Who put a nickel in Ed?" 

Pvt. 1st CL — 2063465 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btrv "D" Sept. 19, '17; Pvt. 1st CL Jan. 15, '18; 

Corp. Apr. 1. '18; Pvt. Aug. 27, '18; Pvt. 1st. CL 

Nov. 16, '18. "The Broncho Buster." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2079549— Ent'd Service June 24. '18; 

Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18. 

"Have a cigarette boys." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2018046— Ent'd Service Apr. 29, '18: 

Btry "D" May 13, '18; Pet. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18: 

"Who's Irish in here?" 

Pvt. 1st CL— 3336221— Ent'd Service June 26, '18: 

Btry "D" July" 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18. 

"See, I told" you." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 3 333497— Ent ' d Service June 24, '18: 

Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18. 

"The Gvmnastic Swede." 

Pvt. ist'CL— 374661 1— Ent'd Service July 22, '18 

Btry "D" Aug. 10, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 16, '18 

' ' Let the other guy do it. ' ' 

Pvt. 1st CL — 2091092 — Ent'd Service April 29, '18 

^\ 33.1!! ] 

Field Artillery, /?7 

1 ' 


Btry "D" May 13, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 


"TZZZZZZ, hit him." 

Mader, Joseph 

Pvt 1st CI. — 2831716 — Ent'd Service May 28, '18; 

Btry "D" July 16, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 

"I don't need a middle name." 

i , 

Qi i \n, William J. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 3754006— Ent'd Service July 23, '18; 


Btry "D" July' 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 


"S-S-S-top your kidding me." 



Frank, Fred W. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2063482— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; 

Btrv "D" Sept. 19, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 16, '18. 


"Old Sleepy Eye." 


Baker, Chester A. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 206^474— Ent'd Service Oct. 2, '17; 

Btrv "D" Oct. 3, '17; Corp. Apr. 15, '18; Pvt. June 


1, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. "I'd rather read 


than work." 


Beerling, Anthony 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2072878— Ent'd Service June 24, '18; 


Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 3, '19. 


"Your the kid that kidded the kid with the kid 



U jjr 

Bertram, Ray R. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3744096 — Ent'd Service June 22, '18; 


Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 


: 'l 

"The Prohibitionist." 


Biermann, George M.- 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3315193 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; 
Btry "D" July "17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Jan. 3, '19. 


^ i j 

"How big is the man in Biermann?" 

Pvt. 1st CI— 2831687— Ent'd Service May 25, '18; 

1 ' I 1 '- 1 

Carey, Leon A. 



Btry "D" July' 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 


"Jaggwagon," starts the day with a joke." 

)'■ N 1 

DeMars, Frank 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 333941 1 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; 

t 1 ' 



Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 


"An American 'Frog'." 

Walzer, George W. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3336311 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; 
Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 
"The Illinois Slugger." 

Duncan, Murray G. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3333 191 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; 
Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 
"Chicken Charley." 

Fairchild, William E. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3339334 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; 
Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. "Jan. 3, '19. 
"The Privates Mainstay." 


Gustarson, Robert L. 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 3336866— Ent'd Service June 27, '18; 
Btry"D" July 17/18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. "The 
guy that sold the Army Swift's Premium Bacon." 

Kirmsse, Walter H. A. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3340722 — Ent'd Service June 28, '18; 
Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 
"I want to go home to my wife." 


Klatt, Alfred A. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3332667 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; 

Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 


"I'm lonesome for the waving grain." 

AIcDonough, Joseph M. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3334854 — Ent'd Service June 25, 'iS. 
Btrv "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 
"The Smashing Full." 


Mongerson, Albert R. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3335762 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; 
Btry "D" July "17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 



13 ii 

"I love the lowing swine." 


Moskalik, John F. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 2814766 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; 

Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, '18. 


"The rough and ready right guard." 

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Nurnberg, Richard C. 

Olson, Ingval 

Pf.ndergast, James H. 

Peterson, Harold J. 

Pexa, Edward 

Place, Melvin S. 

Ponto, Edward A. 

Schomerus, Charles W. 

Seybert, James R. 

Stomner, Arthur J. 

Westerdahl, Elmer G. 

Alwin, Ora C. 
Amundson, Clarence M. 
Anderson, Edwin C. 
Andorf, John W. 
Barnes, Charley W. 
Benik, Larry W. 
Berquist, Arthur B. 
Billett, Oscar 
Brungart, Norman E. 
Castle, Chester C. 
Clickner, Louis 
Coughlin, Edmund 

CI. Nov. 25, '18. 

Pvt. 1st CI. — 3332721 — Ent'd Service June 2}, 

Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, 

"Hawkshaw from Aurora." 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2814429— Ent'd Service June 24, 

Btry "D" July 17, '18; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, 

"The Novelty Man." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 3752308— Ent'd Service July 25, 

Btry "D" Aug." 10, '18, Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 25, 

"The Vin Blanc Connoiseur." 

Pvt. 1st CI.— 2818020— Ent'd Service April 

Btry "D" May 13, 'l8; Pvt. 1st CI. Nov. 

"Everybody picks on me." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 3334310— Ent'd Service June 

Btry "D" July 26, '18; P 

"One stew is enough." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2818015— Ent'd Service April 29, 

Btry "D" May 13, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Jan, 3, 

"First Place."' 

Pvt. 1st CL — 2063498 — Ent'd Service Sept. 20. 

Btry "D" Sept. 21, '17; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 25, 

"Canteen Fixture." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 3341743— Ent'd Service July 10, 

Btry "D" July 2t>, % iX; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 25, 


Pvt. 1st CL— 3^41747— Ent'd Service July 10, 

Btry "D" July 26, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 25, 

"Happy's Barber Partner." 

Pvt. 1st CL — 2063509 — Ent'd Service Oct. 2, 

Btrv "D" October 3, '17; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 25. 

"A. W. 0. L. plus M. P.=S. O. L." 

Pvt. 1st CL— 2091095— Ent'd Service April 29, 

Btry "D" May 13, '18; Pvt. 1st CL Nov. 25, 


Pvt. — 3334166 — Ent'd Service June 28, '18; 

"D" July 16, '18. "A heart of gold." 

Pvt.— 3746288— Ent'd Service July 22, '18; 

"D" Aug. 10, '18. "The Holmen Kid.'' 

Pvt. — 2084797 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; 

"D" July 26, '18. "Sedate Edwin." 

Pvt.— 333 5 545— Ent'd Service June 26, '18; 

"D" July 17, '18. "Hey, Cap. come back Ik 

Pvt. — 2816399 — Ent'd Service June 2;, 'iX; 

"D" Julv 17, '18. "A man among men." 

Pvt.--:;:; 3 3 97} — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; 

"D" July 26, '18. "Bowlegged Benik." 

Pvt. — 2817540 — Ent'd Service April 29, '18; 

"D" May 13, '18. "Pass the jam." 

Pvt. — 2825037 — Ent'd Service May 24, '18; 

"D" July 17. '18. "Willing and worthy." 

Pvt. — 3335759 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; 

"D" July 17, '18. "Robinson Caruso." 


9. '18; 

Pvt. — "3 339479 — Ent'd Service June 28, 
"D" July 26, '18. "Chesty Chester." 
Pvt. — 37=53897 — Ent'd Service July 25, 
"D" Aug. 10, '18. "A poker shark." 
Pvt. — 3333541 — Ent'd Service June 24, 
"D" July 17, '18. "Just my luck." 

















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Craw, George W. 

Pvt.— 2063478— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 


"D" Sept. 19, '17. "You need a cleanin." 

Crawford, Sherman C. 

Pvt.— 2079746— Ent'd Service April 8, '18; Btry 
"D" April 8, '18. "Shiftless Sherman." 

i / 

Duki.eth, Oscar J. 

Pvt.— 2081457— Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "HolyYasus." 

;; y 

Euper, George \\ . 

Pvt.— 2828848— Ent'd Service May 29, '18; Btry 

' : 

"D" July 26, '18. "Always 'sea-going'." 

Haftorson, Benodin 

Pvt.— 2820699— Ent'd Service June 24, '18, Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "Hafty." 

. V 


Pvt. — 3337604 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 

"D" July 26, '18. "Quiet as a mouse." 

Jensen, Hans \V. 

Pvt.— 2063488— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17. "Merit unrewarded." 


Johnson, Alfred E. 

Pvt. — 2077174 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 

i A 

"D" Aug. 22, '18. "Hungry Johnson." 

i !J 

Johnson, Francis A. 

Pvt.— 2080047— Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 

"D" Tulv 17, 'iS; "F. A. fooled again." 

Johnson, Ole P. 

Pvt.— 3338248— Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 

- !P 

"D" July 26, '18. "Ay tank it ban sheap grapho- 


phone. ' ' 



Kamowski, Albert H. 

Pvt. — 2082919 — Ent'd Service May 9, '18; Btry 
"D" May 9, '18. "K. P. Kamowski." 


Kamowski, Walter H. 

Pvt.— 2063489— Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17. "He rose and fell with the tide." 

■I A 

Kitti, Harry 

Pvt. — 3339654 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 
"D" July 26, '18. "Did you ever see a kitty that 

I 1 

wasn't hairy." 



Martin, Morris M. 

Pvt.— 2831830— Ent'd Service May 25, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "He has a cadence all his own." 


Murphy, Charles C. 

Pvt. — 2063495 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 
"D" Sept. 19, '17; Mec. Nov. 18, '18; Pvt. Jan. 3, 
'19. "King of the Goldbrickers. " 

Mutters, William G. 

Pvt. — 3335765 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "The bloody blubbering 


McFarland, Clyde 

Pvt. — 3337516 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 
"D" July 26, '18. "Freckles." 

O'Brien, Glenn W. 

Pvt.— 2832966— Ent'd Service May 29, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "Beefsteak smothered in onions. 

O'Connell, Joseph P. 

Pvt. — 3340798 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 
"D" Aug. 22. '18. "It's a very simple Obijietical. " 

Olson, Emu. Y. 

Pvt. — 3746608 — Ent'd Service July 22, '18; Btry 
"D" Aug. 10, '18. "Agricultureologist." 

Olson, Oscar S. 

Pvt.— 2816308— Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "Specs." 

Otto, Alfred C. 

Pvt. — 2818008— Ent'd Service April 29, '18; Btry 
"D" May 13, '18. "He ought to work harder." 


Paulson, Sven 

Pvt. — 2816381— Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "One knee says you go your 
way and Fll go mine." 

Paulson, Henry M. 

Pvt. — 2080957 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "The Sphinx." 


J — E 

Pease, George C. 

Pvt. — 2063496 — Ent'd Service Sept. 18, '17; Btry 

"D" Sept. 19, '17. "Who said There's no such 

thing as perpetual motion, listen to him talk." 

Peterson, Albin W. 

Pvt. — 2081583 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 
"D" July 17, '18. "Hot water bottle kid." 

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—950254 — Ent'd Service Dec. 6. '17; Btry 


April 27, '18. "Where you got that — ." 

Poquette, Harold L. 


—3746612 — Ent'd Service July 22, '18; Btry 

«, D , 

' Aug. 10, '18. "One of the K. P. twins." 

Quam, Selmer S. 


—3333209 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 
July 17, '18. "Friends of the English." 


Rademaker, Hubert S. 


— 2081021 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "The other K. P. twin." 

Rickli, Frank J. 


—3746925 — Ent'd Service July 21, '18; Btry 


Aug. 10, '18. "Conscientious." 

Ringering, Ira J. 


—3336881 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry"D" 


17, '18. "Sergeant, you didn't call my name." 

Rouze, Merlin G. 


— 2081032 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 


July 17, '18. "Futurist." 

Rude, Selmer J. 


—2083308 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 


July 17, '18. "The 'Fighting' Parson." 

Salmon. Melvin 0. 


— 3746929 — Ent'd Service July 21, '18; Btry 


Aug. 10, '18. "The Army Goldfish." 

Savaglio, Harry 


—3337022 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 


' Aug. 22, '18. "A friend from Italy." 

Schroeder, Fred C. 


—3335243 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "Cheerful Fred." 

Schroyer, Jehu S. 


—3336831 — Ent'd Service June 27, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. 

Score, Peter M. 


—2818029 — Ent'd Service April 29, '18; Btry 


' May 13, '18. "Placid Peter." 

Smith, Ossman P. 


—2063506 — Ent'd Service Sept. 20, '17; Btry 


Sept. 21st, '17. "Bring out the relief." 

Sparks, William 


—3335918 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 


'July 17, '18. "I. W. W." 

Springborn, Henry M. 


— 3335641 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "Grandma." 

Stavig, Otto M. 


—2079681 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; July 

17, ' 

18. "Where was Otto when the fight began." 

Stoskopf, Alfred C. 


—2080988 — Ent'd Service June 23, '18; Btrv 


' July 17, '18. 

Straka, Joe 


—2080095 — Ent'd Service June 24, '18; Btry 


' July 17", '18. "Tie your little bull outside." 

Stumpf, Harry A. 


— 2831717 — Ent'd Service May 28, '18; Btry 


' July 26, '18. 

Taylor, Joseph E. 


— 3754389 — Ent'd Service July 31, '18; Btry 


Aug. 22, '18. "Pull up the sheets and spanker." 

Teats, Camiel 


—3336084 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "Our little Belgian Boy." 

Thies, George E. 


— 3746620 — Ent'd Service July 27, '18; Btry 


' Aug. 10, '18. "The Philo'sopher." 

Uptagrafft, Allie J. 


—3334312 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 


' July 26, '18. "This is a great big world." 

Verpaele, Edward 


—3336055 — Ent'd Service June 26, '18; Btry 


July 17, '18. "A friend from Belgium." 

Viken, Bjorgulv 


—2080915 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "Snuff sed." 

Viktorowski, Frank 


—2078705 — Ent'd Service June 4, '18; Btry 


' June 4, '18. "The Old Regular." 

Wahlback, Walfred E. 


—2080997 — Ent'd Service June 25, '18; Btry 


' July 17, '18. "Carrots." 

Ziegennagen, William F. 


—2063472 — Ent'd Service Oct. 2, '17; Btry "D" 


3, '17. "Thirty days a first class private." 

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Bottom Jfew-Thdi Bergquist, McCarthy, Hindes D. P., Steuber Banta, Ward Loughlin Taylor. 
//,//' AV-i'- .1,1c, I I.,i ■„-,,, Castle, ( Uson.L.Benik, Stavig, Andorf, kamowsk, W.Teats.Brungart. 
TopRoi-Mzder, Clickner, Straka, Rickli, Olson G. A., Holmberg, Sprmgborn, Otto, McDonough, 
Salmon, Svveney. 

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Bottom Row— Dickie, Huebbe, Dennis, Schroeder, Smith, O. P., Lins. ,,,.,_,,. , „ , 

Sm.nd AVr-Van Airsdak-, Gus.afson, Fairchild, Mutters, Beerling, Moskahk, Polajczuk Crosby. 
Third Row— Carberry, Kamouski, Chapman, Barnes, Gahan, Stroede, Steinhorst, Schluter, Poquette, 

Top Row—A\wm, Wehrman, Olsen, E. V., Gilster, Frank, O'Brien, Paulson, Olsen O., Verpaele. 



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5o«/oto flo« — Alt, Schlachter, Amacher, Schalla, McDonald, Peterson, Walzer. 

Second Ron — Amundson, Quinn \V. J., Johnson F. A., Place, Grosklous, Burlingame, Westerdahl, 

Third Row— Crawford, Billett, Pexa, McFarland, Uptagrafft, SaVaglio, Pendergast, Score. 
Top Row— Numbers, Duncan, Biermann, Viken, Wagner, Quam, Craw, Klatt, Rademaker. 

LAT< )( IN 

York, Quinn E. G., Christensen, Beyl. 

,, Wahlback, Hada, Baker, Brown, DeMars, Rodock, Stomn 


Bottom Rozt — Marlow, Scl 
Second Row — Sparks, Qua 

Third Rou — Traxler, Kropp, Schroyer, Schomerus, Seybert, Victorowski, Ponto, Anderson, Rouze, 

Peterson A. W. 
Row— Johnson A. E., Ringering, Peterson H. J., Jensen, Johnson 0. P. 



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Bottom l&w-Kauphusman, Connolly, Hindes L. F., McDonnell, Coleman, Prochaska, Van Every, 
*«* ^8£±?l£&23S; Carey, Klrmsse, O'Connell, Tronnler, Ostrnm, Dapra, 
Top P^^F^tA"*. Mon^rson, Euper, Bluemchen, Vogel, Wen, Bertram, 
Mikoda, Curamings, Wormet. 


Bottom Row — Van Every, Coleman, Bertram, Yaeger, Shores. 

Middle Row— McDonough, McDonald (Capt.), Moskalik, Banta, Quarness. r 

To/) flow— Capt. Tsham (Coach), Beyl Whitcomb, Qulnn, W. J., Lins, Beerhne, Quinn E. O., 



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Ex-Members of B 

attery "D" 


Amara, Paul 

Hummel, Carl 

Riski, August S. 


Anderson, Andrew 

Huntley, Clifford E. 

Rogers, Stanley 


Anderson, Clarence G. 

Huntley, William E. 

Rohde, August 

Anderson, George E. 

Huth, Walter 

Rohde, Jesse A. 

Anderson, George H. 

Jennings, Charles E. 

Sandland, Berent 


Arquilla, Luigi 

Johnson, Carl A. 

Savre, Lawrence W. 

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Attleson, Carnot E. 

Jungenberg, Theodore 

Schmidt, George M. 

Aurell, Charles F. 

Jungenberg, William F. 

Schmitz, Charles F. 

Aurell, William I,. 

"Kennedy, William L. 

Schmuggerow, Herman 

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Bahrke, William A. 

Kleinsclimidt, Ewald G. 

Schneider, Hubert 

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Barnhart, J. W. 

Kluth, William F. 

Scholes, Samuel E. 


Bauer, John R. 

Knapp, Henry W. 

Schutz, Harry W. 


Beaver, Elkanah 

Knudson, Iver H. 

Schwachert, Frank A. 

Behn, William H. 

Kortas, Alexander 

Schwartz, Arthur 

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Bell, Galen F. 

Korth, William 

Semorow, John F. 

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Btnford, John M. 

Korsack, Ernest 

Shurpit, Leon, W. 


Berthing, Joseph A. 

Lakin, Archie L. 

Smith, Bert B. 


BiegiclC Joseph 

Latta, George W. 

Smith, Daniel M. 

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*Blakewell, Edward R. 

Lehman, Carl H. 

Smith, David H. 

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Bohn, Chester 

Lewis, Chester S. 

Smith, Edwin 

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Briski, Joseph 

Lins, Edward A. 

Snider, Edwin M. 

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Bruce, Adolph 

Long, Robert M. 

Solterman, Jacob 


Buelow, George F. 

Lowrv, Ivan L. 

Sparks, David J. 

Buelow, Raymond W. 

Ludw'ig, Edward A. 

Spieie, Thomas 

Burmester, Ewald 

Lund, Edward 0. 

Spino, Angelo 

Buschke, Theodore 

Maas, Benjamin 

Sprostv, Wencle J. 

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Butler, Warren 

Makela, Taavetti 

Stading, William E. 

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Capek, Anton 

Mathers, Edward L. 

Stanford, Lee E. 

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Chmielewski, John 

May, Joseph 

Stasny, Josef 

Coon, Warren 

Miller, Arthur C. 

Stevenson, Lester F. 

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Cotter, Joseph F. 

Milligan, Benjamin 

Strabel, Walter W. 

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Crocker, John A. 

Mishelow, Edward D. 

Tierlinch, Raymond 

Czapleski, Joseph 

Mitchell, Roy 

Tern, Ivan B. 

Davies, Albert D. 

Morgan, Raymond 

Thompson, Hartley 

Dewitt, Arthur E. 

Mcintosh, Oren L. 

Thompson, Hiram C. 

Dhaenens, Edward 

McNamara, Vincent 

Thompson, John L. 

Donohue, Roy L. 

McNeil, William P. 

Thompson, Verne W. 
Thorstad, Oscar L. 

Donovan, Patrick E. 

Nikolai, Jacob 
Norton, Elbert V. 

Douglas, Rufus L. 

Timm, Albert W. 

Dretske, Carl F. 

\\ gaard, Finer 

Toepfer, Raymond 

Dubois, Walter D. 
Dwars, Walter E. 

O'Connors, Louis P. 

Torzewski, Constaintion C. 

Osten, Joe 

*Towne, Francis H. 

Eckstein, Conrad 
Eckstein, Leonard 

Ostrum, Carl A. 

Trachsler, Bern 

Overland, Olaf 

Tucker, Walter 

Elsing, Benjamin 
Falk, Edward 

Page, Roy C. 

Unterholzner, Edward 0. 

Page, Clarence E. 

Uppstad, Tarjei 

Fessl'er, William E. 
Fey, Joseph 
Fish, Forrest A. 
Ford, George A. 
Gale, William A. 

Pawlish, Charles F. 

Vantassel, Paul M. 

Pease, Warren 

Van Wormer, Archie E. 

Peterson, Walter 0. 

Vercauteren, Achiel 

Peterson, Saaren C. 
Fhelps, Willis E. 

Vercauteren, Camiel 
Volz, Frank 

Galewski, Frank B. 

Pierce, Bert 

Wacholtz, Edgar A. 

Gerlach, Phillip E. 
Georgi, Theodore J. 
Goldberger, Joseph 

Pierce, Thornton 

Webster, Earl A. 

Pietz, Walter A. 

Webster, Leon U. 

Pike, Freeman L. 

Weisjohn, Albert H. 
Welch, David G. 

Golleher, Tohn 

Plasschaert, Emiel 

Gradv, John R. 
Orennan. Tohn E. 

Pollard, Clarence T. 

Wendt, Leonard 

Pommeling, Otto F. 

Werner, Walter A. 

Hage Walter 

Porter, Clarence 

Westead, Ewald 

Haml'in, William M. 

*Potter, Andrew E. 

Whyte, James 

Hannagan, Cole H. 

Radke, Herman M. 

Wierscholowski, Edmund S. 

I [artwie. Herman 

Ransom, Fred W. 

Williams, Julius 

Haskins, Claud H. 

Rauk, Arne L. 
Raymond, Edward W. 
Regel, John K. 

Williams, Lewis L. 
♦Williams, Russell 
Williams, Verne 0. 


Hein, Erwin E. 
Hilleker, Hugh M. 


Hinz, George F. 

Renaud, Ernest C. 

Williams, William 


Hoard, Clarence 

Resheski, John E. 

Wright, Jesse R. 

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Hogue, Harley 
Holland, Henry 

Richards, Elmer 

Wurtz, Edward G. 


Richter, John A. 

Zant, Carl 


Hudzinski, Anthony P. 

Rieser, Edmund L. 

Zuelke, Mike 

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X 531 !! Field Artillery, 

Batterv "D" 331st Field Artillery, 86th Division, became an organization 
September 7th 1917.' with Ed. Blakewell, Roland Steuber, Ed Lins, Earl Webster, 
and George Hinz as a foundation and with Slim Kropp for corner stone. This 
group of selected men arrived at Rockford at 6 p. m. with Kropp in tears; said 
he had a toothache but he mav have left some one at home,— 1 ' For all that worries 
me is that someone else might be there while I'm gone." The men were taken in 
trucks where, in spirits much depressed, they found incomplete barracks, no beds 
and no grub. The Regimental Mess Sergeant fed them on condition that they 
would wash dishes for him but he made the old maid's mistake of feeding the tramp 
before the work was done. Within three days, four more pillars, Leo Whitcomb, 
Johnnie Wormet, Francis Towne and Bert Pierce, had been added to the structure. 
Leo also had a toothache which was quickly cured at the Regimental Infirmary 
by the usual prescription "Two C. C. pills." 

The next day the mess section arrived, 
Al Thalacker and Julius Brown. Colonel 
Lambdin (next morning) "Did you sleep warm 
last night?" Al Thalacker, "You bet, you 
bet." This little incident proved the need for 
an intensive course in drill and military eti- 
quette. For this reason, Frank Galewski, Ed. 
Mathers and John Benford. all old regulars, 
were assigned to the organization. 

These men arrived just in time to assist 
the officers with the big contigent, composed 
of one hundred men, which arrived on Septem- 
ber 19th. Sgt. Mc Carthy tried to introduce a new style of pajamas but acting 
Lieutenant Huebbe convinced him that he could sleep better with his pants off. 
The next morning, after trying to pronounce such names as Torzewski, Tulke, and 
Hudzinski, Lieut^ Sterling gave each man a number as a more convenient means 
of calling roll. Drill commenced in earnest at 7 a. m. that morning. Julius Brown 
won a permanent position in the kitchen for his novel performance of "About 
face." "Whitcomb, you're the only man in step, you may be mess sergeant," 
said Lieut. Goll. 

It was at this stage of the drill that Battery "D" almost ceased to exist. 
Lieut. Simmons, commanding the battery with Pollard as right guide, commanded 
"Double time". They did. "Quick time" followed but tended only to increase 
the gait. "Halt!" "As you were!" "Come Back!'_' "Stop!" The last 
command, ear piercing in its intensity, heartbreaking in its despair, reached the 
battery just as they were disappearing over the horizon bound for lands unknown. 
The officers were dismayed at the ease and speed of the maneuver, and after a 
council of war decided to read the boys the Articles of War, placing particular 
stress upon that article which makes "retreat in the face of the enemy punish- 
able by death." No more chances for escape offered. The battery was now 

Paee 23S — BATTERY D 

531 !? Field Artillery, f7 

given instructions in leading and mounting 
the vicious wooden horses. Bill Bluemchen 
showed special ability at this sort of riding but 
required a stepladder to mount the beasts. 

About this time the infantry called and our 
battery responded by sending forty men to 
Camp Pike, Arkansas. This wholesale trans- 
fer left the outfit in a pitiable condition. The 
next morning in falling out for reveille, Lieut. 
Sterling queried, "What section is that, Sgt?" 
"That's the battery, sir," replied Sgt. Galewsi. 
From time to time more calls were made unti' 
our battery finally dwindled to some sixty men. 
Guard duty fell heavily upon this small number 
of men, of whom about twenty really did the 
work. During the Christmas holidays every 
man in the battery, including mechanics, 
buglers and cooks, did guard. Several humor- 
ous incidents enlivened the first days of guard 
duty: — 

Jake Farries, on guard at the stables, 
"Halt, who goes there?" Officer, "Officer of 
the Day." Jake, "What you doing around 
here at this time of night?" 

Bugler Mcintosh, halting two officers, 
"Advance one to be recognized." Both ad- 
vance. " you, can't you count, I said one." 

Bugler Sweeney, to general wearing gold hat cord, who had asked him why he 
didn't salute, "You can't fool me, you're one of those damn cavalry guys." 

Guard, to approaching soldier, "Halt! Who's there?" Soldier, running into 
'"D" Battery barracks, "Stasny, Stasny." 

Sentry, on post at stables, "Halt! Who's there?" Answer, "Stable Sgt. 
Marlow." Sentry, "Advance Stable Sgt. Marlow to be recognized," Marlow 
advances. Sentry, "Halt! (sniff, sniff, sniff) Advance Stable Sgt. Marlow." 

With the arrival of 164 horses Kilbourn 
Ed's Wild West Show went into training in 
earnest. Assisted by such broncho busters 
as "Wild Bill" Ziegenhagen. "Slewfoot Bill" 
Nigh, "Reckless Ed" Blakewell, "Chesty 
Chester" Baker, Pockem" Crosby and Stasny 
the Bohunk," Ed soon had many trick horses 
trained to perfection. "Dynamite" very wil- 
lingly shook hands with any one; the Man- 
eater" showed a fondness for human flesh; 
"Baldy, "Wildfire" and "Curly" all performed 
their little tricks exceedingly well. "Slim" 
Kropp and "Heafty" Hada, the "Goldbrick" 

twins, featured in a bareback riders stunt. The cow girls, "Pretty" Van Airsdale, 
"Angelface" Banta, "Clara" Egerer and "Kate" Gahan showed marked adapt- 
ability in "hitting the dirt." The feature act, "Grooming by Detail," developed 
to perfection. "Feeding the Animals" was found to be an amusing feature. For 
the Grand Finale, which was to exceed 101 Ranch in magnificence and splendor, 
it was necessarv to engage a trainer of exceptional ability. Lt. Roberts intro- 
duced snap and'pep to the game. "Break up that tea party!" Lively now, men, 
lively!" "Hold it! hold it!" "Snap out, men!" "Ride that horse, don't let 
him ride you." Such commands soon had the outfit working in feverish haste 
so that when the show finally took the road on May 14th, 1918, every 

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331 S J Field Artillery, /# 

horse, man and woman, was in the best of condition. 
Horse breaking certainly occupied our daily at- 
tention, but several heart-breaking acts were also 
featured during the nights. "D" Battery's recrea- 
tion room provided an excellent opportunity for the 
entertainment of the Rockford ladies. Truly western 
in style was the "Camp 49" introduced by Corp. Lins, 
with "Tedious" Tiedemann pounding the piano and 
"Go-Devil" Gahan beating the traps. The dancers 
swayed and swirled to the tunes of "Pony Boy," 
"Cheyenne" and "Ragtime Cowboy Joe." "Heart- 
breaker" Van Airsdale led the quadrilles which were 
called by "Anthracite Andrew" Alt. Refreshments 
were served by "Treatem Rough" Thalacker, the 
hash slinger, and "Slumgullion" Vogel. 

The Thanksgiving revels passed all too swiftly, 
followed by "the Christmas and New Year's 
holidays, but alas with the measles sign upon 
the door social events took place no more. 
For six weeks the scourge of this dread dis- 
ease laid heavy toll upon the good will of 
the show. The celebration of the lifting of 
quarantine was one of the biggest social 
events in the history of the battery. Among 
the many celebrities present were Major 
Gaddis and Capt. Webster. Blakewell enter- 
tained with a goose step assisted by Ed Mar- 
low. Kropp and Van Wormer specialized 
in a blindfold boxing match. Sgt. Dickie 
won the peanut rolling contest. "Rag ped- 
dler" Kauphusman issued shoe strings to 
officers and men alike. Cider flowed freely 
and then came the big spread. 

Evil events always happen by trios. A 
week later we were again in quarantine for 
the same disease. Hiding our envy, we kissed 
the sick who departed for the hospital. Measles 
meant to us a two week's rest in a hospital 
followed by a week's furlough home. _ How- 
ever there must be an end some time to 
ANOTHER PASS~Tint^\ eveiyt hj ng and when the Easter Holidays 
arrived the quarantine was again lifted and 
every man was given an opportunity to visit home. 
On the 17th of April our Regiment took a leading 
part in one of the biggest military parades ever seen 
in Rockford. Our daredevil riders, Blakewell and 
Louis Nigh again favored the populace with their 
aerial acts. Training was renewed in this month, 
vigorously reaching the climax in a night hike to a 
nearbv town. 

Before taking the road for the spring drive 18 
new bareback riders, donated by Uncle Sam, joined 
the show. These men had received previous train- 
ing under "Murderous" McCarthy, the "Cognac 
King," and his burly band of booze fighters. 

All was excitement that night and at early morning 
the preparations for the first move were entered upon 

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5311' Field Artillery, 

with feverish expectations by all members 
of the troupe. Sgt. Pollard lost his horse 
and elected to ride "Jumbo," the only elep- 
phant with the show. He had some difficulty 
in mounting but finally after much coaxing 
succeeded. "Dynamite" and "Wildfire" had 
their usual frolic, but on schedule time, 8:00 
a. m., May 14th, the show moved out, crossed 
the river and said good-bye to Camp Grant. 
For the entertainment of the Depot Brigade, 
"Goldbrick" Charles Murphy, in true knight- 
hood style, dashed upon Roland Coeur De 
Steuber, hurling him to the ground and pierc- 
ing his horse thru the fetlock with the guidon 
spear. Kilbourn Ed, mounted on his favorite 
horse Jimmy, uncorked a new one by landing 
saddle, accouterments and all in the ditch. 
On entering Rockford "The Dirty Dozen" 
headed by Archie Van Wormer opened up 
a comedy sketch which lasted through the 
trip. Burr Dickie counted 25 red headed 
girls, and lost his heart to a big, auburn- 
haired Swedish girl who dropped him a sun- 
flower from the Hotel Nelson window. The 
remainder of the day's trip was quiet until 
Ralph Ostrum saw a gopher go for a gopher 
hole and then the music started. Camp that 
night was made near Beloit. The next stop 
was made at Leyden near the Rock River to 
which officers and men fled at the first op- 
portunity to wash off the dust and dirt col- 
lected on the trip. A party of Beloit girls, 
knowing Slim Kropp's aversion to water, 
especially when it is cold, passed up the river 
in a launch. Slim's modesty forced him to 
go under but when the girls, enjoying the 
fun, returned, Slim strategically camouflaged 
himself as "September Morn" and remained 
standing unnoticed. 

A good supper and a good night's sleep 
put everybody in good humor for the next 
day, during which we crossed the Wisconsin 
Illinois boundary line without a mishap and 
entered Beloit for our first opening, which 
was a huge success. Janesville, played the 
next day, received the show with equal acclaim. 
The only drawback during the first three days 
was the lack of water, it being so dry that we 
had to pull up the pumps and put them 
through a wringer to get a drink. While pas- 
sing the Brooklyn Cemetery the next day 
following a remark by one of the men to the 

effect "that people were just dying to get in that place" so disgusted Lt. Welsh 
that he returned to Camp Grant immediately, leaving the battery after its 
arrival at Madison. 

People here surely gave us as pretty a welcome as we ever received. In the 
words of the Mayor, "the keys of the city are in your hands as well as all cars 




331 !! Fiel d Artillery r fA r 

n the citv " MI dav Sunday the Madisonians vied with each other in enter- 
the artillery men. The next day, with regrets, we pursued our journey 


onward and reached Token Creek 

branch of the Wisconsin River, emptying some 
600 gallons yearly into that 
stream. A new stunt was 
here added to our reper- 
toire. John F. Huebbe, the 
Ableman Bearcat, dashed 
up to the stream astride 
his prancing pet and dove 
in true Annette Kellerman 
fashion into three feet of 
sticky Wisconsin gumbo. 

The next night, with 
the show safely and com- 
fortably encamped and play- 
ing successfully to the people 
of Poynette, Kilbourn Ed 
received a setback from 
which he has never recov- 
ered. Only by the grace of 
God was human life spared. 
Without a moments warn- 
ing a terrific cyclone seized 
upon all tents and laid them 
flat or carried them to the 
Lord only knows where. 
So terrific was its force that 
the picket line, horses, Lt. 
Swift and Kilbourn Ed, 
were lifted bodilyand carried 
100 yards before beingdrop- 
ned. So strong was the 

holes was carried away leaving the gopher 

standing'alone. A rye straw driven by the wind pierced a 600 lb. hog thru 
ibs killing it. Clothing was strewn about the camp and several kitchen 

wind that the ground around the gophe 


the 1 ids, 

stoves were missing the next day._ Sleep in 
the tents was impossible that night. The 
show was told to shift for themselves. Some 
found refuge in the Poynette Church, some in 
the village, others in hay mows. Martin 
McCarthy picked the prize; tossing a mother- 
dog and her pups out into the elements and 
occupying the kennel himself. 

The next morning the buglers managedto 
get the men together in some miraculous fashion 
so that on schedule time the show moved on 
to Portage where the Red Cross deluged us 
with apples, cookies and ice cream. Mike's 
place ran all night while the M. P.'s nobly worked other sections of the town. 
Those two lady killers Banta and Van Airsdale descended like a killing frost upon 
the Apple sisters, Corrie, Seedie and Stemie. Thursday we reached Kilbourn to 
remain over Friday. The M. P.'s had learned a lesson by this time and air-tight, 
water-tight, booze-tight surveillance prevailed; so tight in fact that Slim Kropp 
and Company were forced to make a pilgrimage to Lyndon to obtain the necessary 
substance wherewith to moisten their whistles. 

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5511' Field Artillery, 

Friday night at 1 1 :oo o'clock the bugles 
sounded "strike tents" and at 12:00 o'clock 
midnight the show was moving out slowly and 
silently like a ghost train, for Mauston. Sleep 
could not be denied and as a sleeping man has 
a very slight touch on the reins, "Hobo Bill" 
Bluemchen wandered astride his equally sleepy 
horse into a ploughed field and was lost to 
the show for the day. Lunch at 4:00 a. m. 
in the morning was a dreary affair. As Roland 
the Lion Hearted felt the need of slumber he 
counseled his friends that "If you're waking, 
call me early; to be or not to be; the curfew 

must not ring tonight; oh woodsman, spare that tree." The Mauston Marshy 
Mudhole was reached without other mishap and as early as 7:00 p. m. the camp 
was quietly resting. Much refreshed, the show reached Hustler early the next 
day and camped in the old lake bed. At 2:00 a. m. the nightly thunderstorm 
arrived and before many hours the camp had become a lake. Sleep was impossible. 
The time before morning was spent in floating around from tent to tent visiting 
friends and comparing this modern inundation with Noah's ancient deluge. 

Damp but cheerful the troupe, less Van Airsdale and Carberry, who mindful 
of the strain upon their horses decided to walk the remaining distance, reached 
Camp Site No. 13 the next night, which site lay upon a side hill where it was 
necessary to dig heel holes to keep from sliding down into the valley. The last 
march, made over long stretches of sand and more sand, brought the show on 
Tuesday afternoon, May 28th to their home at Camp Robinson, near Sparta, 
Wis., where summer quarters were provided and practice for a new show entitled 
"Putting the Run on the Kaiser" was begun. 

For this game we had three serviceable pill pushers forsixbatteries. As every- 
body was anxious to get in the big game across the water, practice began immediately. 
Within three days after our arrival, every- 
thing was in readiness to open fire. Nothing 
was left to chance; all possible emergencies 
were provided for. The Colonel foreseeing a 
solar change issued this memorandum: "The 
Battery will move out when the sun rises. 
The sun will rise at 6:00 a. m. By order of 
Colonel Lambdin." It did. Battery "E" 
of the 331st and Battery "A" of the 332nd 
moved out on the minute to the South Range, 
each intent upon getting off the first shot. 
The 332nd won, but being Chicago-bred, 
failed to consider the presence of their horses 

with the result that a stampede ensued which endangered the lives of all horses 
and riders and delayed their problem for some hours. 

Firing of problems occupied our time during the months of June and July. 
Battery "D" won distinction in more ways than one during this time. Lt. Wins- 
ton testifies that our accuracy was excellent. His evidence is first hand. Feeling 
confident that the Battery had reached perfection, he established himself and 
range party on an observation point. Lt. Sterling after estimating the range and 
deflection gave the command to fire. His sensings were "over," "short," "doubt- 
ful." "Dammit," he cried "they ducked that last one. Right 600 — if I'd had 
a range finder I'd have got them sure." Colonel Lambdin was excited. "Gaddis, 
Gaddis, did you see that, did you see that? They've shot up the range party," 
he shouted. 

The party had indeed ducked and a new target was attacked for the remainder 
of the problem. After the problem, the Colonel anxious to comment upon the 

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accuracy of the battery, determined to hold a critique. _ Corp. Prochaska repeating 
.formation which he had received over the wire informed the exec :utive and 
the gunners "that there would be no fatigue for the officers until after lunch. 

When Ca 

apt. Goll took command of the battery, things began to hum. 
problem such as attack and retreat, were attempted The Battalion advanced 
m the morning to Selfridge Knoll where they occupied a position strengthening 
the infantry. In establishing communica- 
tions between the Battery and B. C. Station, 
Corp. Ostrum, operator inquired over the 
'phone, "Prochaska, can you hear me?" 
Prochaska (on the other end) "No." As every- 
thing was thus seen to be all right, the Bat- 
talion opened fire and soon had the enemy on 
the run. Our infantry advanced across six 
miles of open country under heavy fire. To 
assist the infantry it was necessary for us to 
move up to Pine Ridge Knoll, in support. 
This move was accomplished without loss but 
it soon became evident that the infantry was 
weakening. An order was given to retreat. Everything was accomplished in 
good order without confusion. Selfridge Knoll was reached and the Batteries were 
swinging into position to cover the retreat of the infantry. Not until then was 
it discovered that Capt. Goll and his battery were missing. No trace of them 
could be found. We returned home hanging our heads and feeling pretty blue. 
At noon the Captain and his battery, still intact, put in their appearance. 1 he 
game had ended disastrously for our reputation. 

Our artillery work was excellent. All that prevented our sailing was a lack 
of men to replace anv casualities which might occur. For this reason we re- 
ceived on July 17th an additional 60 men, Tuly 26th another 17 and by August 
we totaled 196 men and officers. We still had T64 horses which we donated to 
the new men for pleasure purposes. They took to them like a hen to water. 
"Slewfoot Bill" Nigh's stunt, "Hitting the dirt," was copied and improved upon 
by more than one Rookie. As philosopher Glenn J. McDonnell once remarked, 

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"The force of gravity became very evident when the 
new rookies attempted to mount." Not to be out- 
done Truthful "Fat" Schroyer informed us that "a 
singular soreness next to the saddle was everywhere 
making itself evident." Riding and more riding soon 
remedied this and the first practice ride of the rookies 
was taken. They did well, encouraged by such re- 
marks as: "Go home, Viktorowski, go home. You 
couldn't ride in a box car with both doors shut." 
"Hada, don't ride his haunches, get in the saddle." 
"Nurnberg, pick up your feet, don't let them drag like 
that." "Shores, where are you going?" "Ask the 
horse sir, he knows." 

A week of such strenuous drill was bound to have 
results and when Saturday's inspection rolled around, 
the rookies endeavored to favor some portions of their 

anatomy, at the same time standing at attention. They didn't succeed. Capt. 
Goll was dissatisfied. "Each section chief will take his section out for drill the 
rest of the day," said he. Sgt. Thalacker, in charge of the 8th section, imitating 
the commands of the others, moved out in 
perfect order. Growing somewhat bolder as 
more moves were made, he struck out for him- 
self and with the section moving along in per- 
fect column of squads commanded "Right by 
squads." Outside a slight break in step the 
column continued in the same formation. 
"Why in hell don't you do as you're told?" he 
shouted, and thereupon for the remainder of 
the day varied his commands of "Squads 
right," "Squads right" with an occasional 
"Squads left." 

Preparations for the trip east proceeded rapidly. Inspections, issues of new 
clothing and gang plank drill occupied most of our time. "It is necessary," said 
Capt. Goll, "that everything be exact in all details. The slightest infringement 
of the rule will result in a transfer to the casuals. Whispering only will be al- 
lowed at Camp Mills. No loud talking or singing. If anyone is caught smuggling 
so much as a straight-edge razor, the same punishment will follow. A loose thread, 
dust on the shoes or a loose strap end will not pass." 

About this time Capt. Goll was transferred to the Ammunition Train and 
Lt. Whitney took charge of the Battery. Only two week-ends remained in which 
to visit home. Passes could, not be issued to all men but the call of home could 
not be denied. A. W. O. L. became very prominent letters of the alphabet only 
to be supplanted later by S. O. L. in the guise of K. P. and G. H. G. H. remained 
popular until S. C. M. decided in favor of 3 
and 30. Seven men were confined to the guard 
house at the Monday morning following the 
week-end visits home but a squad must have 
a leader and on Tuesday morning Corp. Lins 
was detailed to take charge of the Guard- 
house Squad for the remainder of the stay at 
Camp Robinson. 

Bigger things were in the air, however. 
The preparations to move were going forward 
rapidly. Inspection followed inspection. The 
big day arrived. Farewell letters were written 
and farewell tears shed. At exactly 2:00 p. m. 

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ity was 
tly. At 

Sent -th the Battery moved out, boarded the train and said goodbye to the sands 

and wastes of Camp Robinson. A pathetic and heartrending scene occured as 

'L„ at fio miles an hour passed through Kilbourn, the home 

the troop tram speeding at 60 ,m Ues an p had cQme ^^ ^ 

TXo™ 7 ™ lo- a L^ond farewell, //the train sped by, she threw 

a kiss but 00 late-it fell short. Poor Lauren could stand it no longer. Hurrying 
to his' room he remained there in melancholy until the crabs drove him out. Our 
nirits "osTwhen we stopped at Portage where the Red Cross provided cigarettes 
a nd apX " enerouslv. 'Good old disloyal (?) Milwaukee came across with a 
receptfon far surpassing any so far received. Our entrance into the c 
heralded by a thousand locomotive and factory whistles tooting incessant 
the depot thousands of people bade us Godspeed. The Red Cross was again out 
in force The underground railroad once more became a factor of liberty, and 
many cold, shivering descendants of Miller and Pabst found their way northward 
Sto the arms of friends. As we passed thru the outskirts of Chicago we -Witnessed 
he burning of one of the large mills. The from the Great Lakes and 
soldiers from Ft. Sheridan were effectively assisting the fireman in fighting the 
Maze We did not stay to see the outcome, but sped on eastward. As our sense 
of hearing had informed us that we were entering Milwaukee, so did our sense 
of smell inform us that we were entering the stockyards of Chicago Night and 
darkness prevented our seeing anything of this great city We therefore prepared 
our beds and to the unceasing, regular monotony of clicking rails we dozed off 
into slumber to awake the next morning to the tune of ' Back home again in 
Indiana" sung bv the "Gentleman from Indiana." George Veyne Banta. It wasn t 
long before Harrv Kitti started "In Michigan, back on the farm. 

Towards noon we stopped at Battle Creek, the home of the 85th Division. 
Here the batterv fell out for an hour's exercise. This being a soldier city little 
enthusiasm was shown by the populace as we marched through the streets. Michi- 
gan showed few points of interest, so we journeyed onward We soon reached 
'ort Huron where an electric motor car pulled us through the tunnel under the 
The Canadian people were very friendly and 
accommodating: At Strathory a little romance 
which was to have its conclusion in France 
entered Harry Van Every's life. The con- 
clusion of the romance, if untimely, was for- 
tunate, as Harry is married, and not yet a 
Mormon. Night fell and everyone retired 
early, only to" be awakened suddenly to dis- 
cover that during the night the train had trans- 
ferred to Africa and we were now passing 
"Nigger Falls," as announced by "Smiley" 
DapVa. The remainder of our nights sleep 
was broken by wild dreams of African negroes 
and jungles. When we awoke the next morn- 
ing we were back in the States. At Sayre, Penn., we again fell out and marched 
out of the city to nature's bathhouse, the Susquehanna River. The dark, naked 
African negro was well dressed compared to us as we plunged into the river to 
remove the stains of travel. Not so, modest Leo Whitcomb. Twice a year was 
enough for him and he had taken his bi-annual bath July 1st, why should he 
suffer in the cold and stony river. Returning to the town, we were treated by the 
Red Cross to hot coffee, biscuits and bananas. "Heartbreaker" Van Airsdale 
again lost his heart, this time to a little Quaker girl in whose honor he now sings 
"There's a Quaker down in Quaker town." 

Leaving Sayre we entered the Lehigh Valley, which is known for its great 
coal mines. Our train ran slowly as we were beginning our climb over the Allegheny 
Mountains. Barefooted and bareheaded foreigners lined the track to shake hands 
and help us on our way. The crossing was completed that night, and the next 

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morning we awoke in Jersey City. Here we detrained, marched to the docks 
and boarded a ferry for Long Island and Camp Mills, our embarkation camp. 
A week more of inspections and we would be ready to sail, but not beforeeveryone 
was given a chance to see the largest city in the world, New York. Slim Nurn- 
berg and Stoskopf had it all over "Twinkle," Bronnie and Jimmie Peterson in 
viewing the skyscrapers. "Preacher" Rude made a trip to Chinatown, but only 
to be able to lecture more forcibly from first hand evidence. 

Monday, September 16th, we boarded the English steamer, Lapland, and on 
the next day sailed out of the harbor in a convoy of 13 ships protected by one 
cruiser, two battleships and five aeroplanes. Some poet, remarking upon the 
usual luck of the Battery, subscribed the following: 

Engineers for bravery, 

Infantry for grit, 

Coast Artillery for Home, Sweet Home, 

But Battery "D" for the coal hole, 
or as it later turned out the hell hole. We slept and ate (?) in the same room. 
The hammocks were hung above the tables to save whatever supper went over- 
board for breakfast the "next morning. The place was unbearable. The men 
looked forward to guard duty as an opportunity to escape the stifling heat for one 
night at least. The grub was the limit in the wrong direction. Waiters were 
not necessary. The meat and eggs walked down in the hole unassisted. Since 
water runs down hill, the coffee also found its way down. The bread dropped 
down the stairs and bounded unaided upon the table. Conditions were certainly 
ripe for an epidemic of seasickness and we sure had it. Leon Carey expressed 
the reciprocal feeling of the men when he remarked: ' I fed on fish last night so 
I'll feed the fishes now." "Tuffy" Shores feeling worse, said: 

"My breakfast is spread o'er the ocean, 

My dinner is spread o'er the sea, 

Oh, hell, I don't want any supper." 
Homer D. Smith, moralizing on his experience, spoke thus: "So eat, that when 
the summons comes to join the innumerable horde which lines the railing of the 
good ship Lapland thou go not like a dyspeptic at night, empty and sick, but 
rather like one who having eaten his fill is willing to part with same for the benefit 
of the fish." Harold J. Peterson cried in anguish: "If mother could only see me 
now." But the sea only got rougher, the breaking waves dashed higher and 
the ship rolled from side to side. At times the stern came up to meet the bow. 
At the same time many stomachs came up to meet the fresh air. "I don't want 
to die, but if I have to die for my country, why can't I die now," cried Uptagrafft. 
The misery lasted for three days; when the epidemic stopped; but the grub went 
on for the remainder of the trip. 

Sleep in the hole was impossible. It had to be made up somehow. The hot 
decks, although crowded, offered a comfortable if dirty place. Our slumbers were 
too often interrupted by the uncertain movements of the restless ones. Boat 
calls, too numerous, also interrupted, but most numerous of all was Sgt. Mcintosh 
calling "395th downstairs for 'foot' inspection." If sleep was impossible, the 
grub was more so, but "an army lives on its stomach" and we had to have some- 
thing. A boat canteen supplied the lacking nourishment provided a summons to 
the railing didn't call us out of a line which required hours of serving. What 
was not supplied by the canteen was supplied secretly by the crew at an exorbitant 

Not content with disturbing us with boat drills, inspections and the wearing 
of "life disturbers," the commanding officer saddled us with one of the greatest 
nuisances in the American Army, the M. P. They regulated our kind, place and 
time of smoking. They told us wdiere to stand and on which foot. They at- 
tempted to control most everything and did in a way, but several of the boys on 
guard had a comeback and used it advantageously. Only one break in the mono- 
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our sister ships decided to change its course without notifying the rest of the con- 
voy Only quick thinking by our ship's captain prevented a collision which 
would have without a doubt cut our ship through the center and sent us to live 
with the mermaids. 

After [3 days of hell, we pulled into the harbor of Liverpool, but the water 
was too shallow for docking and we had to wait for the tide to come in. Prepara- 
tions to vacate the coal hole were being rapidly made when without warning a 
loud report, like the explosion of a machine gun, rang out. The ship trembled 
and rocked' "My God, we've been torpedoed," cried "Hard Luck" Coughhn, 
as he cleared seven tables and made the stairs in one bound, followed by the whole 
panic-stricken outfit. The anchor was successfully lowered, however, and the 
less timid returned to the hole to complete their work. We disembarked at noon 
by the ferry method, leaving many of our comrades in the boat's hospital. 

The first hike in a foreign land was of course 
interesting. Some of the men were a little in- 
sulted at first when the English kids asked 
them in the English brogue "Have you got 
any cents?" "No," replied Lee Chapman, "if 
I did have I wouldn't be over here." The first 
ttle beggars received their penny but 5,000 
in less than 5 blocks could not be supplied. 
Race suicide may be a problem in England 
but the city of Liverpool need never worry. 
About 5 miles hiking through a road lined 
with children brought us to Camp Knotty 
Ash, better called "The Camp of Muddy Lane." 
Conditions here were little better than those on board the ship. 
"The British grub we had to eat 
Was mouldy cheese and raw horse meat. 
The coffee which we had to drink 
Was not fit to cleanse the sink. 
Our quarters, they were crowded, too, 
Which helped to spread the Spanish 'flu'." 
That night "D" Battery went on guard to prevent, with the assistance of a 
high stone wall, the departure of any men for town. But the attraction of good 
British ale was too great; led by the ablest leaders, the battery went over the 
top, entered "No Soldiers Land," attacked the enemy and returned without the 
loss of a man. Taps blew just as "Happy Jack" Gahan and Joe Rodock rolled 
up the street and entered their tent. "Joe, Joe, d'you hear them bells blow?" 
hiccoughed Jack. "No," alcoholically breathed Joe. "Gee gosh, you must be 
blind." sighed Jack as he tore up a tent or two and went out to sleep in the open 
air. For two "days we floundered around in the mud, but on the third day we 
received the orders to move. We left camp to find no train awaiting us. \\ e 
returned to camp to give the British time to rustle around and find a train. The 
next day we again hiked to the depot, boarded third class coaches and moved to 
Romsey. The same shortage of food prevailed but a crop of rutabagas nearby 
was raided by the men acting as mess sergeants to empty stomachs. The city 
of Romsey lays claim to one of the oldest cathedrals in the world, and some of 
the best ale in England. The first we agreed to after seeing the ancient structure; 
the second, as testified to by the sergeants, the only men privileged to test its 
veracity, was also true. The sergeants claimed that in discovering the best ale 
joints they had been forced to wander so far and long that when orders came to 
prepare for an eight-mile hike to the port of embarkation next day, other means 
of locomotion than the legomobile must be furnished them. Consequently they 
rode in a special train. The men made the hike in good shape, singing and crack- 
ing jokes most of the way. At noon, having covered the greatest share of the 
distance, we stopped for a dinner supplied by the American Red Cross. 


3311' Field Artillery, 

We boarded a small cutter that night and at q:oo p. m. stole out of the harbor 
on the last lap to France. The Channel was crossed in a hurry but not before 
the fish had received their allotment of the day's rations. We landed at Cher- 
bourg the next morning and hiked to another rest camp where no one rests. Three 
days later we hiked to the station, boarded our side door pullmans and rattled 
away towards Bordeaux. _ 

The French pullman or troop car is a miracle of accommodations. Unlike 
the U. S. A. two companies run the entire railroad systems of France. The 40 
Hommes, 8 Chevaux Company owns the greatest share and they supply all troop 
trains for the use of the government. The souvenir craze of the American soldier, 
who insisted upon using the cars and engines for watch fobs resulted in such a 
car shortage that a condition was placed in the armistice forcing Germany to 
provide for more rolling stock. The larger engines, similiar to our peanut roaster, 
make good time going down hill. Our train ran well, averaging ten miles an hour. 
For two days and three nights we bumped 
along, speeding down grade and crawling up 
grade. The cars were crowded. "Gee," said 
"Tufly" Taylor as a train load of horses sped 
by, "8 horses to a car, pretty soft for them 
horses, Fll say, what?" We were so crowded 
that sleep could only be had standing up. For 
grub we had hard tack, canned willy, tomatoes 
and bread. At certain stops the French 
provided coffee for our meals. "Who put the 
iodine in the coffee?" yelled Kropp returning 
it to the earth from which it came. The first 
dav we passed through Le Mans and Angers. 
At the latter place several of the bovs left the train in search of stimulants and 
missed connections but by steady hiking caught up with us at the next station 
eight miles awav. At Saintes the French brought the liquor to the cars in lots 
of 12 quarts each. Twelve quarts of cognac for forty men is quite a generous 
ration "That stuff's got no kick to it," murmured Sgt. McDonnell as he slumped 
down into a corner and went to sleep. Darrel Hindes lived up to his nickname 
and made many trips to the doorway. Bordeaux was reached the next night 
and at 10:00 a.'m. the following morning we detrained at Camp Hunt, where we 
were to make our final test before entering the big game at the Front. 

Camp Hunt is an old French camp leased to the U. S. A. for artillery training 
purposes. "The damn old sand comes up to your knees" and "you couldn t raise 
vour voice on it, much less a good crop of sandberries." It was however, to be 
a more or less permanent camp and was, therefore, thrice welcomed by us. Our 
first efforts were to clean up and wash up. Before the end of the first day thirty- 
five days of accumulated dirt had gone drifting down Napoleon's canal. Fven 1st 
Sgt. Whitcomb took a bath. 

Refreshed by a bath and with clothes cleaned of traveling stains, we fell out 
Saturday for inspection, and to meet for the first time our new Battery Commander, 
Captain Henrv P. Isham. His first talk was short but to the point. "Discipline," 
he said, "must be obtained in this battery. Discipline is not only obedience, 
but is obedience without question. The orders of the non-commissioned officers 
must be obeyed, and I will back them to see that they are obeyed." 

At his conclusion he dismissed the battery for the day, whereupon they all 
proceeded to the "Western Front" to spend "beaucoup" money for vin blanc. 
That night "vin blanc" and "King Cognac" ruled. Little Jimmie Peterson be- 
came possessed of many miraculous powers. "I am the master of light," he raved. 
"When I say 'Lights Out', they shall go out." Sgt. Alt became a leader again. 
"Those are mv shoes," he shouted. "Who says I didn't bring the Battery home 
safely, me for Top Sergeant." "Jagwagon" and "Homerus Davidus" didn't 
think vin blanc had a kick. It didn't. It used the solar plexus and put them 


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both to sleep, not before "Jagwagon," on his knees, said his prayers. The Heart- 
breaker" returned to camp that night on hands and knees. At 1 0:00 p. m. the 
barracks were in a uproar. Sgt. Alt could stand it no longer. He tied from the 
barracks but in so doing ran into a sentry. "Halt!" shouted the sentry "I'm 
here Where in hell be you?" asked Alt. He got by; called Sgt. McCarthy out 
of Btrracks No. 1, where the Captain, after quelling the not at No. 3, found them 
discussing the problem of woman suffrage. The next day, the offenders, the 7th, 
8th and 9th sections commenced a new schedule calling for a week of extra foot- 
drill Drill was going fine on the second morning. Suddenly a slight break in 
the line occurred,' and, as the battery performing "squads left" swung into line, 
Lt. Swift shouted "Taylor, hold it, hold it; no, not the pivot, I mean that gun." 
Before artillery practice could commence, it was necessary to clear a range. 
For this purpose 60 men and a sergeant were sent out daily. Sgt. Marlow was 
the "fall" guy and took charge most of the time. Sgt. Steuber. acting as relief 
range builder, was marching the battery to work on one occasion when he spied 
a pair of leather puttees approaching. "Battery attention," he commanded and 
saluted. "Damn those quartermaster guys," he lamented a second later. Reach- 
ing the range Slim Kropp and Chester Baker began the day's work by leaning 
heavily on their shovels. Too busy to stop they continued to lean as an officer 
passed, when Baker remarked, "By George, I believe that's Lt. Hearst. Kropp, 
do you know him:" "Nope, if the Lord don't know him any better than I do," 
replied Kropp, "he's lost." The detail was working well when without any pre- 
liminary "by your leave," a battery from the 333d Heavy Infantry placed a few 
shots within hearing of the party. Away went "Homerun" Stading. Like a 
frightened rabbit he shot through the brush 
and made home in nine and four-fifths seconds 
flat with the rest of the detail running him a 
close second. At the end of three weeks the 
range was ready and the battery guns were 
moved into position to fire the next day. 
Corp. Banta and three guards were detailed 
to do range guard. Rifles were not supplied 
and soon Englishman Mutters dashed into 
the tent, demanding protection from a wild 
boar which had attacked him. Corp. Banta 
went out and soon chased the cat away. 

Firing was delayed the next day for Sgt. 
Coleman, who lost a couple of coordinates and about a yard of "y" line. The 
all important umbrella tree was finally located and firing commenced but in the 
interest of romantic lovers, Major Gaddis asked Lt. Eisner to cease firing at the 
moon and range on the target. 

The signing of the Armistice, November nth, 191 S, put an end to our "Front 
line" aspirations. Work ceased and lethargy reigned. Something had to be done 
to keep up life. Football was haphazardly instituted as a past time but after 
trimming both Battery "F" and Supply Company, to the tune of 12 — o, we went 
into training seriously and on Friday, December 13th, put the kibosh on Head- 
quarters 7 — 6 and won the championship of the 331st Field Artillery. 

Baseball also took a major part in the sport program. As always Battery 
"D" captured everything and proved superior in this game as well as all others. 
The last game 20 — o in which Battery "D" beat "F" ended the sport season. 
From then on keeping dry in a wet climate, or, in other words, "Goldbricking" 
became the leading occupation of the Battery. Some of the time, however, was 
used to increase our knowledge of history and the English Language. French 
History, from the time Caesar conquered the Galls to the time when Foch con- 
quered the Huns, was studied. American History, from Columbus to President 
Wilson, and English History, from the Danes to King George, was reviewed. 
Language proved the most difficult, but under good tutors we soon learned to say 
"I am" for "I ain't" and "I will" for "I won't"" That's discipline. 

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Although study and "goldbricking" occupied most of the time, we still found 
some time for passes to Cazaux, La Teste and Arachon. "Murderous Mac and 
"Happy Jack" upheld the honor of the Battery and brought home the bacon in 
a fistic encounter with a dozen or more dark colored gents at Cazaux. The in- 
tricacies of the La Teste streets proved too 
much for Slim Kropp and Ralph Ostrum and 
they wandered many miles out of their course 
in returning to the Battery. They both ex- 
plained their tardiness to the Captain by the 
same story, so that the alibi proved O. K. if 
a little lame. 

Kilbourn Ed made several experiments while 
enjoying a pass to Arcachon. He proved to 
his own satisfaction that man and beast are 
alike in more ways than one. For the experi- 
ment he used one Spanish burro, one plug of 
"Horse Shoe," and one quart of cognac. The 
ist two added to the first resulted in a slightl 


ntoxicated jackass, 
to Dukleth the same result occurs if a man and cognac are mixed. 

The drinks proved too much for several. Antonio Polajczuk's diary contains 
the following account of "too much cognac:" 

"December 15th : — I been in the Y. and seen a movie; fine show. 
I coming home, find 'm Corporal Amacher too much drunk. 
French Cognac. He sleep latrine. I call 'm get up. 
Camouflage no can get up. I put, carry on my back, put home. All 
But "Camouflage" wasn't the only man sleeping on duty. Buzzer McDonnell 
offers the following to prove that a buglers' job is pretty soft, but we always sus- 
pected that their practice wasn't all it should have been. 
"As I was walking far outdoors 
I met two buglers, Hada and Shores. 
"Nice day" says I, "I hope it pours." 
My answer? Soft, low, wheezing snores, 
Bugler Hada, Trumpeter Shores." 
Passes were cut short the 21st of November, when the news was spread that 
we were to leave for home at once. Thanksgiving, with its big feed, was only a 
few days away, but we didn't dare take a chance so that on the Sunday before 
Thanksgiving we sat down to the first good feed in France, and "she was a daisy' 
as Burr Dickie says. But Thanksgiving came and no move was made. More 
days passed and still no move. The tension became manifest. The men became 
restless, sleepless and quarrelsome. A spirit of crime prevaded the air, murderous 
intentions were foreseen and forestalled, but at last the blow fell. "D" Battery 
was disgraced, and all because George Prochaska, the kleptomaniac, couldn t 
resist the temptation to steal an aeroplane which had fallen a few days previous 
in a field nearby. A search was made, the missing aeroplane found, and George 
was held for court-martial. On December 14th the trial was called. The court- 
room was packed. Many of George's friends were missing but the majority came 
out of curiosity. At 7:00 p. m. sharp the Judge Advocate, Jimmie Peterson, arose 
and in terms strong and forceful, read the accusation and produced the exhibits 
as evidence. Counselor Van Airsdale made a spirited but hopeless appeal for 
his defendant basing his plea upon the past record of the accused, but dwelling 
at greater length upon the feelings of the poor unfortunate wife at home, who, 
should George be convicted, would wait in vain for his return. The house was 
in tears; but the jury, steeling their hearts to do justice, returned a verdict of 
"guilty"' and sentenced George to serve on the "Honeywagon" in France for three 

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This unfortunate incident could not dampen the spirit of the Battery, however, 
and the next night we celebrated in real college style our victory over the Head- 
quarters Company football team. Under the direction of Decorator Kirmsse, 
the mess hall became a banquet hall, rivaling the Prom. Halls of Wisconsin. Chefs 
Bluemchen, Vogel, Wormet, Cummings, and Kruger, assisted by a retinue of K. 
P's. prepared a banquet fit for a king. 



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Lt. Whitney talked for a few minutes on the spirit of the Battery in supporting 
the team. Lt. Radermacher, Supply Co., spoke on the clean hard fighting of the 
team. He was answered by Captain Martin McDonald, who thanked the coaches 
in behalf of the team for their untiring, unceasing efforts during the weeks of 
training. Lt. Swift concluded the evening with a short talk in which he told of 
another speech of his to the men at the stockyards at which time he was presented 
with a house, brick by brick. With echoes still resounding from the cheers lead 
by Harry Van Every for the officers, the party broke up and all returned to their 

All this helped to pass the time but still we were not packing up and that 
thought was uppermost in the minds of all. "Just heard at J — 63 that we wouldn't 
go home for a month," someone shouted. "(*l — you, I'll kill you," yelled Ed 
Marlow dashing after the culprit and pounding him till he begged for mercy. 

But one day the rumor became a fact and at noon December 20th we boarded 
the Pioneer Limited and sped away at a terrific speed of 5 miles an hour for Camp 
de Souge. Like the pathetic scene at Kilbourn, but with more actors, the proprie- 
tors of the "Western Front" lamented our departure, and more so because we 
had just been paid. The distance was only fifty miles and would be easily covered 
by five o'clock. Five o'clock found us at Bordeaux twenty miles from de Souge. 
At midnight we detrained having averaged 4.2 miles an hour, a record for French 



331 !! Field Artillery, 

trains. The next day's time was spent 
in cleaning up barracks, setting up stoves 
and preparing in general for a long stay 
but a cog slipped somewhere and two 
days later the order to move to Camp 
Genicart was out. So unexpected was 
it that preparations for a big Christmas 
celebration had been made. The chefs 
had worked hard preparing a wonderful 
meal and the amusement committee had 
obtained some very good entertainments 
for the evening, but best of all "Sky Pilot" 
Rude was to deliver his favorite lecture 
"The Spirit of Christmas." But all this 
was gladly foregone for the move meant 
one step nearer home. 

At 8:00 a. m. everything was ready 
for the 15 mile hike. The camp was left 
behind and the first heat was on. The 
first sign post informed us that Bordeaux 
was 18 miles away. Well 3 miles didn't 
make much difference but when at Bord- 
eaux they told us we had 5 more miles to 
go the shock proved too much and then 
to increase the agony of lame backs and 
blistered feet, the officers commanded us 
to march through Camp No. 1 with 
shoulders back and heads up. If we didn't 
make a good appearance we would remain 
at Camp Genicart on detail. As later 
facts go to show, our appearance must 
have been rotten. At six o'clock we 
limped into camp, Christmas Eve and 
"the stockings were hung by the chimney 
with care" in hopes that they would 
be drv enough to wear in the morning. 
It was a sorry looking, foot-sore bunch 
that awoke the next morning to find that 
Santa Claus had forgotten them. But 
''Spike" Hennessy hadn't forgotten us, 
He very generously contributed a big 
detail to the regiment to be used by 
officers and men alike and Sgt. Thalacker 
also came across with a Christmas dinner 
of "bacon and rice." But everybody 
was satisfied, why shouldn't they be? 
Friday we would pass through the De- 
louser and the next day we would sail 
for home. P'riday we did roll our packs 
and hike to the delousing plant. Here 
we discarded our pack, hat, coat and 
leggins outside, entered a long building, 
received our service record and checked 
out. Then we completed the dismant- 
ling process until clothed only in the 
garmentofMotherNature, passed through 
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into the warehouse which consisted of 
a series of stalls each containing a sepa- 
rate article of clothing or equipment. 
As we passed down the aisle, these 
articles were thrown at us one at a time 
until we looked like a badly packed motor 
truck. For the second time since enter- 
ing the Armv we were newly outfitted. 
Sure that we would leave the next day, 
we returned to the barracks. We had 
to stand some more inspections, however, 
and from 5:30 a. m. to 9:00 a. m. we 
worked and sweated to get everything 
shipshape for the inspector. From 9:00 
a. m. to 1 :oo p. m. we stood at our bunks 
in nervous expectation. At last they 
arrived, a whole squad of them. The 
first inspected the ceiling, the next the 
floor. The third like a priest perform- 
ing a low mass droned in low monotonous, 
unintelligible tones "Shoesuniformequip- 
mentandovercoatallright, shoes etc." The 
next in a slightly higher pitch rattled 
"Name and number same on both tags, 
name and number same on both tags." 
The remainder of the retinue followed 
respectfully in the rear and reported a 
very, favorable inspection. But some 
one welched on us and informed Colonel 
Hennessy that the 331st F. A. was really 
the 331st Fatigue Army and a good one 
at that. "In that case we'll give them 
a tryout," he said and proceeded to hand 
out remount details and cleaning details. 

Between details, however, we found 
time for some sport and exploration. 
The weather was favorable for any sport. 
Corp. Yaeger reports having seen four 
games, volley ball, indoor baseball, foot- 
ball and baseball in progress at the same 
time. We took up baseball and as usual 
trimmed everything in sight. 

Some little excitement was caused 
when Sgt. Quinn and Cpl. Christensen 
discovered a mysterious cave just out- 
side of camp. Exploration parties were 
immediately organized, and went to 
work at once. The cave was found to 
be an extensive subterranean network 
of winding passage ways and spacious 
rooms, the walls of which were covered 
in a disorderly array with hanging stalac- 
tites, which glistened like diamonds as 
the candles shone upon them. The 
walling of one large passageway in parti- 
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shovel the detail attacked the 
heavy wall and soon broke 
through to find more and 
larger chambers and aisles. 
A nervous excitement seized 
upon the party as we advanced. 
"Suddenly the usual shriek 
rent the air" as it always does, 
and Clarence Hada went tear- 
ing out of the room. Quieting 
our nerves and obtaining 
strength from numbers we 
cautiously moved forward to- 
wards the spot where Hada 
had stood. Of course we found 
the skeleton, but behind the 
skeleton lay stores of old cob- 
web-covered wine and cham- 
pagne; champagne that the Bla 

:k Pr 

of England had stored here in 1643 in 
preparation for his carousal celebrating his victory over France. The victory 
was never achieved and the wine and champagne remained behind for a greater 
and larger carousal celebrating our victory over Germain'. 

But the details still continued. "Who says tramps aren't educated?" asked 
Slim Kropp as he waded in mud up to his knees at the Remount and quoted: 

"Go to war," the housewife said 

To the tramp who asked for bread. 

Shamelessly he hung his head, 

For of Sherman he had read. 

And he 'got her' when she said, 

Go to war." 
However, when Hennessy found that his fatigue army was doing more bunk 
fatigue than any other kind, he decided to punish us more and on January 19th 
loaded us aboard the record breaking Pullmans and sent us over land to Marseilles; 
two days and two nights away. Not content with the heartbreaking, nerveracking 
trip in the lovely "40 hommes 8 chevaux" diners, he decided to "do his damndest" 
and loaded us aboard the Duca D' Aosta bound for Gibraltar, and later, much 
later — home. She was some boat, trim, cosy and best of all speedy. Her capa- 
city was 18 knots an hour. She never made more than 10, but in two days time 
we reached Gibraltar where the boat coaled up while we gazed in awed wonder 
at the "Rock of Gibraltar," so well advertised 
by the Prudential Life Insurance Co. We 
gazed our fill in 12 hours time, but did not 
neglect to also obtain our fill of oranges and 
cognac bought from the Spaniards via the 
port hole route at reasonable prices. It was 
lucky we did for it wasn't long before we had 
also received our fill of spaghetti and macaroni. 
The menu for one meal consisted of macaroni, 
soup, beans and Dago bread. The rest of 
the meals varied in regularity if not in sub- 
stances. Macaroni became a part of our system. 
Very soon the band was playing the "Macaroni 
Blues" and The Spaghetti Two-Step. " 

"Well," said Corp. Banta, "I'm learning languages fast, 
in Italian, — Macaroni, spaghetti and garlic." 

The "Ten Bar" restaurant did a rushing business, but when francs began to 
run short, empty stomachs became more numerous. 

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"By Gad," said Carey, "I won't dare drink pink lemonade when we get to 
New York I'm so thin some one would take me for a therometer." 

Whereupon Corp. McDonald took up the chant and sang; "If you want to 
be a skeleton just come along with me, by the great Atlantic Ocean, by the Mediter- 
ranean Sea. If vou want to be a skeleton just come along with me, on the good 
ship Duca D'Ao'sta and we'll live on spa-ghet-tee." 

Corp. Yaeger wailed steadily for a sight of Dakota and a wheat farm. Jim- 
miny Crickets," he howled, "you'd think wheat didn't exist to look at that Dago- 
bread hand-grenade." » , . ■ , . 

Food conditions were getting desperate. Macaroni never contained enough 
calories to nourish an ant three minutes and garlic strengthens the breath only. 
Gangs formed and the raids began. Pantry, kitchens and storerooms were suc- 
cessfully charged in rotation. . 

Tuesday night, too late to pull into the docks, New 1 ork was sighted, ine 
"Duke" dropped anchor and remained outside just far enough to allow "Shredded 
Wheat" and "Cream of Wheat" signs to tantalize the half-starved soldier with 
its promise of something to eat. Early the next morning before sunrise we steamed 
up the harbor and say, really, after starving for 16 days on macaroni, spaghetti 
and garlic with roast beef, eggs, ham, bacon, pie and cake within reach of hand 
but not francs; after tossing, rolling and heaving on the slowest old freight boat 
that has crossed the Atlantic since Columbus took a chance; to see the Statue 
of Libertv and the land of the free lunch and the home of the mince pie, "AINT' 


With bands playing, crowds cheering, the Red Cross and the famous war 
winner, the M. P., heaving apples, the old skow floated to the dock and tied up. 
The boys were strangely silent. Surely they were glad to return home but still 
no cheers replied to those of the crowd. But faintly above the music went forth 
the last cry of Famished Fred Frank. Immediately the boys took up the cry 
and over the water to the astonishment of the crowd echoed and re-echoed that 
historical question "When do we eat?" The Red Cross generously solved the 
question by feeding us real wheat buns, coffee, apples and candy. Greatly in- 
vigorated by the feed the Battery turned to the attack. Using the ammunition 
captured from the Dago they bombarded the Wops with that famous missile the 
Dago Hand-Grenade. Cards and telegrams were sent home immediately. Blackie 
Quinn's message read: "Arrived hungrily. Destination Child's Lunch Room." 
"Arrived safely, prices going up. Save your eggs," counselled Duncan. 

After letting all the folks know that we had arrived safely we continued our 
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Eager for another look at real American beauties the crowd pressed to the pier 
side. Onlv the quick action of Fat Schroyer in throwing his weight to the other 
side saved'New York from an Eastland disaster. The near calamity went to the 
pilots head and the trip down the river was more crooked than the trail described 
by Dukleth under the influence of Vin Rouge. 

The men were a little disappointed at not finding the good old side-door Pull- 
man waiting for us in the Jersey yards. McCarthy experienced some difficulty 
in finding the entrance to the coaches. The real plush seats looked too good to 
be used by a gang of plank hardened, slat-barred outfit like ours. 

A short hike after detraining at Cresskill brought us to a camp of barracks, 
proof against wind, rain and mud. Scarcely able to believe their eyes the men 
plunked themselves pack and all upon the spring cots and Ostermoor mattresses. 
When a real Buick stopped outside the barrack a grand rush was made to view 
the curiosity from close quarters. "Can you tell me where I can get a drink of 
water?" asked a woman occupant of the car. " if I can," answered Fair- 
child. The woman smiled. "You boys have just returned from France, haven't 
you?" she replied, knowing well the habits attained by men who have had the 
privilege for months of swearing before women who understand only "Sacre Bleu" 
and "Allez au Diable." 

The first meal, of "The ham what am" fried as Yogel and Cummmgs never 
could fry it; pomme de terre, or Irish apples, peas, bread and butter and COFFEE 
with apple pie, was delaved for three hours while Mechanics Farries, Busse, Wenz 
and Gilster busied themselves building sideboards for messkits. Supper was de- 
layed slightly while the mechanics repaired those sideboards which had broken 
down under the load. 

So fast are returning troops brought into camp that the Sanitary Plant is kept 
running night and day and "D" Battery drew 2:00 a. m. as the hour for their 
delousing bath. But the intervening time was quickly passed due to the efforts 
of the I. G. T. S. Quartette comprised of O. P. Smith leader and tenor. Englishman 
Mutters bass, George Pease barytone and Berquist alto. The principal purpose 
of the Sanitary Plant is not to kill cooties but to steam and wrinkle clothes in a 
fashion that will leave no doubt in the minds of the home people as to the hard- 
ships passed through overseas. 

With sanitation complete passes were issued to New lork. but few men availed 
themselves of the opportunity. Under the protection of Leon Carey, wise in the 
ways of the city with its swindlers and pickpockets, C. P. Smith went to take 
in the sights. "By gosh," he narrates, "we got offen the cars at the depot and 
looked the gosh darn place over but I was always told to keep my hands in my 
pocket and bv heck I did. Leon knows them big towns like a book.^ By gosh, 
he sure has the booklearning. He knowed all about those big leaning towers. 
He said we was going to the "Hippodrum" that night, but they was no hippo. 
We had the best seats way up high behind everybody where we could see the 
whole works down by the 'lights and up in the gallery, and by gosh, that was 
some show. I reckon it was almost as good as the stock show my pa took me 
to down at the Plainville fair." 

At last the day arrived, the day long looked forward to with happy anticipa- 
tions yet vague uneasiness. The Battery was divided into sections, each section 
to return to its nearest mustering out camp. As brothers all the last good-byes 
were taken with hopes of meeting each and everyone some time in the future. 
"Well, this is the end of a perfect day, 
Near the end of a journey, too; 
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong 
With a wish that is kind and true. 
For mem'ry has painted this perfect day 
With colors that never fade, 
And we find at the end of a perfect day 
The soul of a friend we've made." C. M. L. 


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Here's to Yuh, Battery "D 

Oh I'm not strong for women and song, 

And gambling aint my suit; 

Champaigne thin never tickled my chin, 

Cognac I taboo taboot; 

Cussin' I shun like a parson's son, 

Tobacco ain't made for me; 

But I'm not all true, I'll be square with you, 

I've a weakness. — 

For Battery "D". 

Now they're no big noise like some chollie boys. 

They've never been the Regiment's pet; 

They've chawed their share of the tough luck fare, 

Yes and digested it. 

A self-willed lot, no tommyrot 

Of an uncrowned high king-bee, 

Not angels, just men, 

Battery "D". 

I'm a rear-rank scab with a doddering gab. 

No wielder of gavel or pen; 

But I can't stand mute when there's any dispute 

Over who in Hell's who among men; 

For I'm stuck on them and I'll stick by them 

Deo volente, mes amis, 

To the hinter side of the Great Divide, 

My littl' oP 

Battery "D". 

And when the guidon red my steps has led 

To the gates of the setting sun. 

And the firing squad o'er the broken sod 

Has crashed its encomium, 

Dont raise any shaft with an epitaft, 

Forget your R. I. P. 

Just write (and all is told) "Here lies an old — 

An old wheel-horse 

Of Battery "D". 

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With the events of November nth came the end of all hopes of venting on 
an outsider the carefully cultivated venom of over a year's growth. So after 
some hesitation, it was decided to turn loose the brute instinct in a civil war. 
Consequently the terrors of that unknown game of football were launched upon 
the Regiment to prevent as far as possible the seeking of amusement and excite- 
ment on the "Western Front." 

In response to the first call for candidates for the team, "D" Battery from the 
irrepressible Lins to the chief of the wire chasers, Sgt. McDonnell, stepped for- 
ward Possibly they figured it would be an easy way out of details and less 
monotonous than hours of Louis XIV's Hugenots and Jean D'Arcs Who knows? 
But after several hours of throwing themselves madly at a crazy ball on the ground 
and of trying to ward off such hurtling demons as Cpl. McDonald, Sgt. Coleman 
and that wild-eyed, crazy Chef Thalacker, we were no longer embarrassed with 
overabundance of material. 

Then followed days of enlightenment. Moskalik discovered that on each 
play his troubles only began after he had murdered Gahan, the opposing guard 
Cpl Beyl was at last convinced that this was no "battle royal" in which he could 
stand up straight, wave his red jersey and bellow "Come on you — ." Sgt. Whit- 
comb found that threats of kitchen police availed him nought. Hs. Capek lost 
his smile which even Dynamite had failed to obliterate. With difficulty Fvt. 
Quinn admitted it might be all right to allow the privilege of open slugging to 
the man with the hall alone. And Quarness, after one fatal slip, remembered 
thereafter that only one of the two goal posts was his. 

\t length the first game arrived. Supply Company's 200-lb. pig-skin chasers 
kicked off and in two minutes the game was over. For two long shoestring for- 
ward passes to Cpl. McDonald and Sgt. Coleman, the loss of a ball by a fumble, 
and the immediate interception of a forward pass by McDonald scored a touch- 
down. Cpl. Banta later doubled the score on a 25-yard run from formation X. 
During the course of the game some misguided youth hit Moskalik on the nose 
and at that instant was born the football terror of the Regiment. 

"F" Battery was our next victim, to the tune of 12 to o. It might well have 
been 24 to o, for the light team with its trick play and formations had by this 
time come into its own. Soon after the opening Cpl. McDonald intercepted a 
forward pass for a touchdown; then made a 50-yard run from punt formation, 
earring it over on the next play. Breaking loose a third time he stumbled along 
alone down the field and finally fell dead within 6 inches of the goal line. In 
the second half Van F.verv caught one of our own punts and crossed the goal 
with the ball but was honest enough to refuse to let the referee count the touch- 

Two weeks practice on trick plays to refill our wasted stock and daily scrim- 
mages against the half dozen informal teams in the now football-mad battery 
brought us to the championship game with Headquarters Company. Outweighed, 
outbet, overlooked, — for the general attitude was well expressed in Captain Howard s 

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characteristic statement "that any first-battalion team could lick any one of the 
second battalion"— we went into the final game. But we went in with a spirit 
imbued by Lt. Rademacher of "Play the game. Let the other side do the talking." 

Before we woke up Headquarters, led by Karst, scored. But that provided 
the stimulus. Coleman, McDonald and Banta worked the ball well up the field, 
where on a shoestring play Cpl. McDonald ran the ball to the one yard line. In 
scoring over Moskalik, Yaeger was laid out. He was lost to the game: but Mc- 
Donald made the score 7—6 by kicking his first goal of the season. A few plays 
later McDonald was carried off the field and the half ended. 

With Beerling, Yaeger and McDonald out of the game, it looked hopeless. 
For with the backfield shot our trick plays and team work were of no use. But 
every man fought as he had never fought before. Moskalik, Thalacker, Lins 
and Bertram were in every play; Coleman nailed every run or pass on his side; 
Banta dropped two men alone 'in an open field; Van Every saved the day with 
his cool, deliberate punts and McDonough with his cracked rib revelled in the 
gore as he ploughed through Headquarters' heretofore impregnable line shouting 
taunts as he went. And so two place-kicks were blocked and five times the ball 
was taken away from Headquarters on downs within our 15-yard line and the 
game was saved. 

Amid the scenes of revelry Lt. Swift did the straddle hop and rolled ^on his 
back; the Band instead of its' usual funeral march played "On Wisconsin"; Cpl. 
Hindes collected beaucoup francs and a "bun"; and the Regiment was serenaded 
by "D" Battery 167 strong, lighted on its way by Kirmesse with a candle. 

Sunday Sgt. Thalacker mysteriously appeared with a real banquet. And 
a live party from the start, it was finally very properly and pleasantly put to 
sleep by the speeches of Lts. Rademacher, Whitney and Swift, and Captain Mc- 
Donald. Had the B. C. been on duty instead of in Paris, he would have said: 
"D" Battery has now the possibility or rather the probability of being the best 
battery in the Regiment. Each man on that team knows what it means to fight 
with liis whole strength and his whole will, with never a thought of letting go, 
to obtain a goal. And all of the rest of the 167 have witnessed that fight and 
have been welded by it into a unit, with a belief that they, in their turn, can master 
their tasks. With 'such confidence in each other and in themselves nothing can 
prevent the development of — "a good Battery." 

H. P. I. 

" D 


Right End Van Every — McDonnell 

Right Tackle Beyl— Bertram 

Right Guard Moskalik 

Center Lms 

Left Guard Beerling— Wm. J. Quinn 

Left Tackle E. G. Quinn— Shores 

Left End Quarness — Thalacker 

Quarterback Coleman— Yaeger 

Right Half back McDonald(Capt) 

Left Halfback Banta— Whitcomb 

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Battery Opinions 

What Shall We Do with the Kaiser? 
In deliberating upon the disposition of the once self-enunciated War Lord 
little sympathy was manifested towards the scion of the House of Hohenzollern 
by members of Battery D". Any other course than immediate extinction ap- 
parently owed its advocacy to the opinion that instant and easy annihilation offered 
too soft a mode of exit for one whose instrumentality had effected far more hideous 
methods for countless others. The ninety men in the Battery who urged immediate 
death differed somewhat as to the style of execution. Burning at the stake, 
hanging him up by the toes, and the old fashioned stringing party were most 
popular. Tar and feathers," "solitary confinement," "branding," | exile, 
"to be fed on slue," "to be dragged behind the boat to Broadway," and "a cage 
at the zoo" all had their advocates among the seventy-seven who judged that 
he should be punished and allowed to live. One whose zeal evidently was not 
to be balked by the ordinary operation of the laws of Nature ordered everlasting 
punishment without killing him. Sgt. Stueber suggested Remount fatigue on 
Sgt. Thalacker's rations: and there were others, also with "details" in mind, who 
professed confidence in the ability of the C. O. of Camp Genicourt to handle ade- 
quately the situation. The inevitable one ruled for his release. 

How Do You Regard the Plan for a League of Nations ? 

Uncertainty as to the exact scope of the League of Nations and doubt as to 
the working practicability of the plan were generally expressed by the Battery. 
However, 133 endorsed a test of the President's project. 10 on the other hand 
were flatly opposed, and 25 either had not made up their minds or were unwilling 
to commit themselves. 

What Do You Think of President Wilson? 

167 out of the 168 men in the Battery expressed their unqualified approval 
of the man who for the past six years has directed the Nation's course in peace 
and in war. Belief in his ability and foresight was universally voiced, such terms 
being employed as "Great Statesman," "Man of the Hour," "Real Democrat," 
"Best President since Lincoln," and "Great Diplomat." Member of Battery 
"D" No. 168 expressed no ill will but thought that the situation could have been 
handled by another. 

Is Your Army Experience Profit or Loss? 

Phrasing their ideas in one form or another the members of the Battery vouch- 
safed the information that this was a difficult question inasmuch as the time 
spent in the Army was both profit and loss. Nevertheless they were game to take 
a chance, and 84 consequently voted "Profit," 63 voted "Loss" and 21 called it 

Should the United States Adopt Universal Military Training? 

Approximately two-thirds of the Battery (114) men, qualifying this question, 
voiced an approval of Universal Military Training in case the League of Nations 
proves a failure or in case our security is endangered by an increase in the arma- 
ments of other nations." 44 on other hand, branding Universal Military Training 
as "un-American" and "dangerous to Democracy," opposed the idea under any 
consideration arguing that should danger arise we could yet raise and train an 
army in time to protect us as we have in this war. 10 were undecided. 

What Is the Best Thing in the Army? 
To this broad question dozens of answers of various kinds were forthcoming. 
"Good health" lead the list with 34 votes, "letters from home" followed a close 

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second with 33 votes and "education and travel" came third as a choice of 27. 
Besides these "discharge," "discipline," and "pay day" were favored by many, 
and lone adherents were found for "bunk fatigue," "recall," "a six-months furlough 
twice a year," and "Field Atillery." One non-commissioned officer apparently 
rather pessimistically inclined offered as his opinion "a good drunk, for then a 
man is happy," while another suggested that the best thing in the Army "just 
now is the thought of going home." 

What Do You Think of the Army Y. M. C. A. ? 

On this question the Battery fell into two camps. 1 19 men were of the opinion 
that the Y. M. C. A. was doing a great work well worthy of support. 30, many 
of them citing the service at a camp in France, advanced the belief that the organ- 
ization failed in the performance of its duty. 

Are You in Favor of National Prohibition? 

Were Battery "D" to set up a principality of its own ruled according to its 
own desires, its' bonny domain would assuredly flow with something else than 
milk and honey. Furthermore if the voice of Battery "D" be representative of 
the sentiment of the Army the proponents of the grape au-naturel would better 
make hay before the boys come home. 114 men expressed disapproval of National 
Prohibition and of the 53 who favored it, a number exempted light wine and 2% 

Do You Smoke and What? 

142, or about 85% of the Battery, profess themselves willing slaves of Lady 
Nic, smoking everything from cornsilk to Habanas including lily stems, grape 
leaves, rawhide whips, and election cigars. One wise bird stated that he didn't 
smoke but if he did he opined that he would smoke tobacco. 
What Is Your Favorite Drink? 

Beer, good old American beer, "beer and more beer" one man expressed it, 
takes first place according to the tastes of 60 members of Battery "D" in the 
illustrious catagory of thirst-quenchers. Water, called by various names all of 
which meant water, lagged nine throats behind with a total of 51. Whiskey fol- 
lowed a poor third with 21 hiccoughing supporters. Of the others milk and coffee 
ran neck and neck with 15 and 13 scribblers respectively. Our old friends the 
Vin Bros., Rouge and Blanc, together tied Bryan's Best 3 to 3, while last and 
also least a foaming-pop hound and a sparkling-bevo fiend brought up the rear. 

The Funniest Fvent in the Army. 
As there was no unanimity of opinion on this question, the point must remain 
undecided. Following appear a few of the numerous contentions advanced: "Lt. 
Swift in close order drill, 1-2-3-4 left-left, Taylor, get in step," (G. V. B.); "How 
some men are made non-coms," (W. S.); "An Officer of the Day running around 
at night," (L. A. C.) ; "Lookine for your barracks after a rendezvous at the Western 
Front," (C. G. Q.); "Cook Cummings shoeing horses," (A. B. B.); "A. C. A. C. 
rookie saluting when our band played Annie Laurie'," (E. R. K.); "J-63 rumors," 
(C. M. L.); "Salts and C. C. pills for sore feet," (O. J. D.); "A rookie's first 
equitation," (J. S. S.); "A rookie standing at attention when he talks to the 
1st Sergeant,"' (H. D. S.); "Squads east and west before breakfast," (M. G. R.); 
"The Bean Salad Episode," (O. P. S.); "Double-time with full packs," (A. A. and 
W. F. S.); "The fake chow we get," (E. C. M.); "An hour chasing seam rats." 
(E. C. Q.); "Mess call and nothing to eat," (T. J. H.); "A rookie and a Second 
Loot," (A. R. S.); "To see the boys on sick call when there is a detail in sight," 
(H. M. S.); "Grooming mules by detail," (S. C. C); "Having been in the army 
eight months and never seen a cannoneer's post," (G. B. W.); "Roomers," (name 
unknown but evidently one who believes in simplified spelling); and "Watching 
the fellows dress for reveille would undoubtedly seem funny to any one who had 
time to watch," (H. A. S.) 


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Captain Charles B. Stuart 

Born Chicago, 111., Oct. 28, 1892. University of Michigan, 1915. Served five 
months on Mexican border with First Illinois Artillery in 1916. Made 2nd Lt., 
F. A. R. C, May 1, 1917. 1st R. O. T. C, Fort Sheridan, 111. Commissioned 
Captain August 15, 1917. Assigned to 331st F.A. August 29,1917. In command 
of Battery E 331st F.A. since that date. Member of Class 10, School of fire for 
Field Artillery at Fort Sill, Okla. 

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First Lieut. Waldo M. Allen 

Born Orange, N. J., Feb. 17, 1893. Yale 
University 1916. Served as Supply Sergeant, 
Btry D, Yale Battalion, 1916, including three 
months at Tobyhanna, Pa., during the Mexican 
trouble. 1st R. 0. T. C, Fort Sheridan, 111. 
Commissioned 2nd Lt., F. A. R. C, August 15, 
1917. Assigned to Btry E 331 st F. A., August 
29, 1917. Promoted 1st Lt., F. A. N. A., Dec- 
ember 31, 1917. Member of Class iS at School 
of Fire for F.A. Fort Sill, Okla. Executive Officer. 

First Lieut. Frederick C. Foltz 

Born Chicago, 111., June 28, 1889. Chicago 
Latin School. Served five months on Mexican 
border in 1916 with 1st Illinois Field Artillery. 
Commissioned 2nd Lt., F. A. R. C, May 3rd, 
1917. 1st R. O. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. As- 
signed to Btrv E 331st F. A., August 29, 1917. 
Promoted 1st Lt., F. A., Sept. 9, 1918. Recon- 
naissance Officer. 

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2nd Lieut. Fernand H. Pincoffs 
Born Chicago, 111., April 25, 1896. 
Cornell University. 1st R. O. T. C. 
Fort Sheridan. Commissioned 2nd 
Lieutenant Aug. 15, 1917. With 
Battery "E" Aug. 29, 1917 to May 21, 
191 8. Camp Jackson S. C. Camp 
Hancock, Ga. Graduated 41st Class 
School of Fire, Fort Sill, Okla., Dec. 
13, 191*- 

2nd Lieut. Carl D. Whitney 

Born Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. Ohio 
Wesleyan College. 1st R. 0. T. C, 
Fr. Sheridan, 111. Commissioned 2nd 
Lt., F. A. R. C, August 15, 1917. 
Assigned to Btry. E 331st F. A. Aug- 
ust 29, 191 7. Regimental Athletic 
Officer at Camp Grant and Camp 
Robinson. In charge of Dept. "B." 

2nd Lieut. Ben jamin S. Luxt 
Beverly, Mass. Entered service 
May 5,191 1 in 2nd Cadet Corps, Salem, 
Mass. This organization converted 
into the 1st Mass. Field Artillery in 
September 1915. Served four months 
on Mexican border in 1916. Sergeant 
in Btry. "E" 101st F. A. Made 1st 
Sgt. Mar. 9, 1918. Was at the Chemin 
des Dames in February, Apremont 
and Seicheprey in April. Awarded 
Croix de Guerre. Attended F. A. 
School of Instruction, Saumur, 
France. Commissioned 2nd Lt. F. A. 
October 1, 1918. Attached to Btry. 
E ,31st F. A. Assistant Executive 

attery e- 

A 3311' Field Artillery r n 

Roster of Battery "E 



First Sergeant 
George Formon 

Supply Sergeant 
Arthur M. Laemle 

Mess Sergeant 
William L. Grange 

Stable Sergeant 
Herman G. Toltzien 


Harrison C. Barnes 
Homer F. Clark 
Harry W. Francisco 
Homer C. Harrison 
Albert L. Marsh 
Russell M. Quick 
John A. Quimby 
Ernest A. Schwartz 
Walter S. Smith 
Herbert Thiele 


Henry C. Adams 
Ora L. Alexander 
John M. Baker 
Harry H. Benish 
Clarence W. Bilkey 
James H. Braithwaite 
John J. Brokish 
John J. Durning 
William A. Finley 
Ross Grim 
Alf H. Gundersen 
Edward F. Harrington 
Raymond Kelley 
Eugene C. Lindsay 
Arthur H. Moldenhauer 
Edward W. Moran 
William J. Post 
Robert E. Rettger 
Lowell D. Rinehart 
Walter H. Ritsher 
Robert A. Sibley 
Clarence M. Sommers 
Martin L. Springsteele 
Ira C. Tiedeman 

Chief Mechanic 
John Schuetz 


George J. Bongard 
Herman Lenz 
Earl W. Lindner 
Dominick A. Schilter 


Buford Fowell 
Robert Stevenson 
Oluf Wee 


Fred E. Crone 
Clifford F. Moberg 
Charles P. Slama 


John H. Schultz 


Albert R. Bruha 
Delos Thompson 

Privates First Class 

Howard C. Adams 
Clare L. Anderson 
Bernard F. Betz 
Bert Blakley 
James F. Bonney 
James B. Brewer 
Bernard A. Copsey 
Henry O. Dahl 
Merwin L. Dary 
Roy H. Davis 
George J. Fitzgerald 
John Forst 
Charles H. Freed 
Emil P. Freiberg 
David Gentes 
William F. Gorman 
Joseph Gregor 
Louis Hansen 
Ralph S. Hanson 
Norman Hart 
Earl O. Himley 
Albert R. Hoium 

Frank W. Horal 
Walter E. Klein 
Ray E. Kneeland 
Erici E. Landberg 
Johannes E. Larson 
Norman Lee 
Arnold J. Loyacano 
Alfred R. Mc'Hone 
Robert A. Nelson 
Bennie Olson 
Ernest A. Rayner 
Merle R. Rosemeyer 
Henry L. Rossing 
Walter L. Ryan 
Holliday Sharp 
Ernest Stumbo 
Mike A. Svobodny 
Ellis A. Swan 
Adolph T. Uebler 
Melvin E. Walty 
Micke J. Wenzel 
Edward C. West 
Francis H. Wolff 


Albert Aeschleman 
Daniel R. Anderson 
Thomas Berg 
James E. Boardman 
John Bowerman 
Clifford A. Bushong 
Gustaf Buyck 
Chris 0. Carlson 
John De Witt 
Eldon H. Dillon 
Carroll C. Dudley 
Fay E. Dunbar 
Thomas A. Dunn 
Alfred D. Erickson 
Fred B. Erickson 
Charles W. Fitz Gerald 
Charles A. Fletcher 
Oliver W. Foster 
Leon C. Fritz 
Max F. Gartman 
Harm H. Geerdes 
William J. Goodier 
Adolph H. Haugen 
Henry J. Hirmer 
Anton J. Johnson 
Arthur H. Johnson 
Clarence E. Johnson 

battery e 



5511' Field Artillery, 

Fred C. Johnson 
George T. Johnson 
William M. Kappers 
William D. Kaufman 
Walter W. Kelims 
Fred V. Kessel 
Conrad Kraft 
Arthur E. Kraska 
Weslev A. Lammers 
Carl F. Liskey 
Oscar H. Lund 
Frank H. Miller 
Fred M. Molberg 
John R. Nelson 

Herman F. Newcomb 
John A. Olson 
James B. Phelps 
Clarence R. Piche 
Henry Prudenske 
Paul A. Reardon 
Julius T. Redjewski 
Gilbert Ringen 
Charles Roman 
Fred Ross 

John J. St. Lawrence 
William L. Schuster 
Edgar H. Setzkorn 
Fred Slade 

William T. Snodgress 
Charles H. Steiner 
John P. Steinle 
Tames Sullivan 
William F. Thiel 
Andrew E. Thone 
Frank A. Tillman 
Frank Van Wonterghem 
Clarence R. Vaughn 
William M. Weatherly 
Oscar L. Weppler 
Leslie C. West 
Soren Westerbo 
Elmer G. Wolner 





\ 551!! Field Artillery, 

Officers Formerly With 
Battery "E" 

Capt. William B. Weston 

ist Lieut. Carl H. Bauer 

ist Lieut. Merle R. Stone 

ist Lieut. Frederick S. Winston 

2nd Lieut. LTlysses G. Gish 
2nd Lieut. Fernand H. Pincoffs 
2nd Lieut. Frank W. Ramey 
2nd Lieut. Samuel V. Winquist 

Men Formerly With Battery "E 

Nels Anderson 

David R. Balsey 

Lee A. Banker 

Byron W. Bennett 

Orra N. Bible 

Jess M. Bliesner 

Fred Borton 

Otto Bouzek 

David J. Braithwaite 

Paul H. Brewer 

Sup. Sgt. Matthew Brossard 

Ray E. Bullis 

Alfred Buser 

*Sgt. George E. Campbell 

Rudolph C. Cecka 

Peter A. Check 

George Chunat 

Joseph H. Cockroft 

James F. Coggon 

Clyde W. Copas 

Charles A. Copus 

John A Cornelius 

Charles H. Cramblett 

Albert Crawford 

Milton L. Croninger 

Harry H. Cull 

Antone Dach 

Stanley J. Damask 

Ever M. Danielson 

Lee B. Davis 

Philbert P. Derusha 

Eugene P. Dougherty 

Cosmas Ducharme 

Nels S. Ege 

Edward W. Eichorst 

Joseph Einberger 

Clarence J. Erickson 

Theron L. Ewing 

Ole J. Forde 

Sheldon Fox 

Godfrey W. Fredrickson 

Harold F. Gilmaster 
Louis Goplin 
James Gorman 
George A. Groves 
Reuben E. Hage 
Lee C. Hansen 
Louis Hanson 
Orvis L. Hart 
Helon N. Harwood 
Henry F. Hasse 
Julius J. Hatlan 
James Haugen 
Frank Hayek 
Dan Hazen 
Francis E. Heinrich 
Walter H. Helsaple 
Albert J. Herpel 
Frank E. Hickok 
John M. Hild 
Clifford H. Hinkle 
Conrad P. Holt 
Joseph Homes 
Gus Hoyt 
James Hubka 
*William F. Huffman 
Earl F. Ivers 
Mike Jakowlew 
Ab Johnson 
Alfred E. Johnson 
Edwin W. Johnson 
Peter Johnson 
*Corp. Howard K. Jones 
James H. Kautman 
Frederick J. Keller 
Edward D. Kelly 
Ercell G. Kendrick 
Paul P. Keyes 
Frank Klingberg 
David Knoble 
Carl F. Knoll 

James Kocian 
Ignatz Roller 
Joseph B. Kotlewski 
William H. Kramer 
Joseph P. Lacke 
Leo L. La Pointe 
William L. Layde 
Theodore Lee 
Laurel W. Leigh 
Joe Loof 
Tony Ludvik 
Herbert M. Lundgaard 
William D. McCarthy 
Oscar A. McKittrick 
Ray Mallo 
Charles Mezera 
Joseph L. Mezera 
Walter L. Miels 
*Owen P. Miles 
Mess Sgt. William Miller 
William P. Mills 
Thomas H. Mitchell 
Everett E. Monroe 
Otto C. Mortenson 
Rollin A. Mullenix 
Murl A. Muller 
Frank J. Murnen 
John R. Murphy 
Harry C. Napp 
Elmer G. Nelson 
Charles E. Neumann 
Guy E. Newton 
Frank Nickel 
*Sgt. Ralph E. Nuzum 
Frank O'Brien 
Joseph Olson 
Paul R. O'Schaughnessy 
Robert W. Paulsen 
Leo E. Peckham 
Paul W. Penshorn 
Charles Phillipp 

Pace 276 — BATTERY E 

Frank E. PiVonka 
William J. Poad 
William J. Pohlman 
Adam F. Pollman 
Willard W. Pratt 
Frank Pribyl 
Albert Prochaska 
Edward P. Prochaska 
Joseph Pyfferoen 
Lloyd E. Reddell 
*Sgt. Edwin H. Reese 
Walter C. Reichmann 
Rudolph Rehr 
Charles Ricklift 
George R. Rinehart 
Oden M. Roeberg 
Charles E. Rose 
Martin M. Rucinski 
Clarence R. Runice 
Mauthew P. Ryan 
Richard E. Ryman 
Leslie SathofT 

Mike Schreindl 
William A. Schultz 
Joseph J. Sczah 
James H. Sharp 
Leo M. Sherin 
Joseph B. Shields 
Joseph H. Simpson 
Henrv A. Slade 
Joe M. Slobak 
Charles P. Slough 
Charles Spencer 
William A. Stading 
*Norman Stanley 
Harold J. Stevlingson 
John P. Storley 
Corp. Ivan L. Swancutt 
Frank Tesar 
Arthur R. Thomas 
Louis N. Thomas 
James E. Tormev 
John D. Trudell 

William J. Tucker 

George E. Turnmever 

Murel L.Tyler 

Maurice Ulsred 

Constance Van Won terghem 

Henry Volz 

Isaac L. Wallace 

Herbert D. Wallin 

John L. Walworth 

*Sup. Sgt. William R. West 

Charles E. White 

Joseph White 

Frank Wilson 

Fred R. Wohlrabe 

At lev R. Wood 

Frank Wright 

Frank M. Wright 

Fred Yanske 

Emil C. Zarn 

Edward G. Zeman 


♦Indicates sent to Officers Training School and subsequently commissioned. 

BATTERY E — Page 277 




Rossing, Carlson, _ Kessel, Crone, Copsey, WolfF. 

Cpl. Rettger, Walty, Cpl. Tiedeman, Lamniers. 

Swan, Set. Barnes, Slade, Bushong. 

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1 -Acaaw 

Sharp, West E. C. Cpl. Harrington, Svobodny, Cpl. Braithwaite, Gregor 
Cpl. Post, Fitzgerald G., Adams H. Hansen R., Schuster 

Berg, Brewer, Sgt. Toltzien, Blakelv, Stumbo 

Dahl Johnson A. H. Newcomb, Cpl. Durning, Steinle, Olson Benme 

' Cpl. Adams, Geerdes, Roman, Klein, Cpl. Kelley 
Weppler, Set. Harrison, Rosemeyer, Johnson C. E. 

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\ 551,S! Field Artillery 






U;bler, Gormon, Landberg, Snodgress, Wolner, Steiner 
Himley, Buvck, Betz, Freed, Dudlev, Kraft 

Cpl. Alexander, Sgt. Clark, Cpl. Gundersen 

Fitzgerald C.W., Cpl. Grim, Cpl. Lindsay, Cpl. Baker, Anderson C. L., Bruha 
Piche, Larson, Davis, Gentes, Darv, Kneeland 

Sgt. Marsh, Thompson, Sgt. Schwartz, Cpl. Sibley, Sgt. Quick 

Page 280 — BATTERY E 


551 !) Field Artillery f 






Kehms, Setzkorn, Lund, Freiberg, Prudenske, Thiel 
Anderson D. R-, Boardman, Dillon, Kaufman, Johnson F. C. Erickson F. B. 
Phelps, Cpl. Springsteele, Set. Francisco, Cpl. Summers 

ft £ £. 1. 4, 

Liskey, Thone, Fritz, Kappers, Reardon, Hirmer 

DeWitt ' Johnson A. J., Benish, Redjewski, Sullivan, Dunbar 

Kraska, Lee, Set. Quimbv, Cpl. Bilkey, Dunn 

BATTERY E — Page 281 


33 1 1' Field Artillery, 

EricksonA.D., Nelson J. R., Westerbo, Vaughn, Tillman, Schultz 
Molberg, Foster, Ross, Wenzl, Van Wonterghem 

Haugen, Rayner, Hart, Moldenhauer, Moran 

Schuetz, Slama, Fowell, Stevenson 
Schilter, Lenz, Lindner, Johnson G. T. 
Sgt. Laemle, Sgt. Grange 

2 8 2 — BATTERY E 

\ 551!? Field Artillery ,y 


OX the 29th of August, 1917. Capt. Charles B. Stuart and Lieuts. W. M. 
Allen, F. C. Foltz, C. D. Whitney and F. H. Pincoffs reported during a dust 
storm for duty with the 331st Field Artillery which was organized the same 
day under Col. William McK. Lambdin. The first Morning Report of "E" Battery 
showed one Captain and four second Lieutenants present. 

On the sixth of September the new officers watched the first men of the Battery, 
fellows from Iowa County, Wisconsin, clamber out of trucks which had brought 
them from Rockford. They were a cheering, talkative lot, round-faced Balsley, 
little Bible, and Bilkey in the glories of a civilian collar. Blakley looked almost 
as though he might be married and Brokish seemed hungry, but Finley was pushing 
past Ewing and Herpel to nudge Keyes. There was Kendrick, Johnson, Pohlman, 
and Russell Quick, neat as a pin. Big Doggie and Miller made Rinehart feel more 
in proportion but Grange did not feel a bit military. Sherin. Thomas, Harrison; 
Toltzien, Hansen. Reichmann; Monroe and Wolff. These, thought the officers, 
were the fellows who were to make up the Battery and uphold the Battery through 
all eventualities, and they were very contented. They thought that they were 
going into battle with these men whom they were going to train, that surely they 
would be leaving with them and others yet to come, in sixteen weeks. Go across 
in sixteen weeks! Sgt. Formon of the 16th Cavalry, Pvt. 1st CI. Thiele of the 
10th Field Artillery, and West from the 1st R. 0. T. C. were there to help with 
the training so things progressed rapidly. W T enzl and Kotlewski came and were 
put to drilling and "policing up with the rest. Bill Miller was perspiring over 
the setting-up exercises and Bill Grange was becoming terribly military. This all 
took place in what was later Headquarters Company's Barracks. In a week the 
fellows were over in their own quarters with Charley, the cook, handing out chow. 
On the tenth of September, about seventy men from Richland, Wood and Craw- 
ford Counties arrived and found their bunks all in shape for them. These fellows 
in turn stuffed ticks for sixty from Iowa County who appeared on the twenty- 
second. Then training started in real earnest. The men did not have full uniforms 
but went about for two weeks some with hats, some with shirts, some with leggms; 
many doing the facings and hikings in tennis shoes. The fellows pitched tents 
on the bank of a dried up stream and soiled their extra under-wear with yellow 
mud. Lieut. Pincoffs led off the platoons for muddy encounters at hand-ball 
and indoor with "D" and "B" Batteries. The recruits became crack shots on 
fake pistols mounted on wooden frames. 

Riclil.mJ Center A 

IATTERY E — Page 283 


In' the middle of September Headquarters Company 
was organized and it drew its future Top Sergeant 
and many of its best non-Coms from "E" Battery. 
Now Campbell, Reese, Thiele, Quick, Finley, and 
Nuzum were sent to a Sergeant's School. Others were 
made acting Non-Coms and began a friendly competi- 
tion for permanent places. 

In October, twenty-seven men from Iowa County 
started in and made the rest feel like veterans. Then 
work on real Artillery drill commenced. Lieut. Pincoffs 
had one of the fellows draw a picture of a ewe-necked 
horse and the Lieutenant explained where the 
head and tail and other important parts were. 
Mullenix constructed some graceful wooden mares which were life-sized anyway. 
At least they were realistic enough to drive Lindner into the kitchen for all 
time. Last but not least the Captain had soap box drill, the instruction most 
essential for making a perfectly trained Battery. A box of Palm Olive soap was 
the caisson and one of American Family, the Piece, and the Hobs wore a neat 
path about them. It was during these days that the fellows started guard duty, 
walking post with sticks picked up from the rubbish dumps they were guarding. 
At this time there was a great deal of confidence established between officers 
and men. The first days of the Battery, the fellows found out that they could 
not get by with anything on the Captain, when a man had been discovered trying 
to get a furlough under false pretenses. Now they made a still greater discovery, 
that despite all the dread Articles of War, after all there was no one shot at sunrise. 
They found that their officers were working with them and for them. When 
Puggy Bilkey got his big box of eats he discovered the officers could appreciate 
"pasties" as well as the men. There were two events which happened at the close 
of September which Harrison remembers very well. First, the Battery got its 
first seventeen horses and learned to groom them and dodge them; and second, 
Battery "A" had a Hallowe'en party which he and Harrington found inconvenient 
to attend. The Captain had made a choice of horses pleasing to all — ours was to 
be a Black-horse Battery! 

Up to November the Battery was more or less an aggregation of individuals 
forced together by an Act of Congress, but after this it became an organization, 
with a real feeling of solidarity. Perhaps it was because the N. C. O's were made 
then and the fellows felt that they had an interest in the Battery's doings; perhaps 
it was because of the hikes together, over to sing under Turkish Trophies; perhaps 
it was because the heating plant which was running now, made the Barracks a 
tenable place evenings, that the men felt closer in touch with one another. The 
fellows began to stay "home" in the recreation room and hear Davy Thompson 
cackle and listen to Chunk tell about the Border or have a game of billiards with 
Groves and Sgt. Formon while West took a bath in the supply room. These were 
pleasant days in the Battery. Gradually the equipment was beginning to arrive 
and the men were learning a little of the real Artillery game. They pulled two 
3-inch Field Pieces into the corral where Lieut. Foltz taught them to lay off de- 
flections. Then the horses kept coming in little groups making it harder and 
harder to groom, but at the same time giving the better choice of mounts for 
equitation classes. The fellows at the expense of the horse's shins learned to 
mount and spattered about in the mud learning to do calisthenics on bare-back, 
while others led the horses with death-like grip on their halter shanks in mortal 
dread of having to change places with the riders. 

Charley, the none too sanitary civilian cook left, and Bill Miller was put in 
charge of the mess with Cooks Grange, Schilter and Cockroft to help him. 

Soon Bill had the best kitchen in the Brigade and the second best in the Canton- 
ment. At this time Kelley, Brossard and Marsh joined within a few days of each 


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f a 


other. Kelley started riding Blue-Bebe and 
Marsh became Battery clerk, while Brossard 
went to work, proving the failure of the Demo- 
cratic Administration to the Battery. New 
most of the men had an opportunity to go on 
pass, usually with a black necktie in their 
pockets and puttees wrapped in newspaper 
under their arms. 

There was one day, however, on which they did not go on pass. The Captain, 
availing himself of his skill in reconnaissance and use of defilade came into the mess 
hall unnoticed and unheralded with the result that they had their day of Thanks- 
giving in the Battery, or rather in the mess hall at Bill's dinner,— Turkey, cran- 
berry sauce, mashed" potatoes, cider, mince pie, salad, nuts, cigars and cigarettes. 

In sixteen weeks they were to leave, but the sixteen weeks came and went and 
still they lingered at Camp Grant. They piled the coal in great piles in the center 
of the fire break and the snow drifted around it and the coal details struggled 
out on it with their numbed fingers week after week. The fellows had lips blue 
with the cold as they went mechanically through the equitation exercises about 
the frozen bull ring. Bundled-up as they were they could prepare to mount, but 
the mounting was a different question. During all this time there was no sign of 

Gradually the Battery became depleted. Nearly every week a little group 
of four or five would go to the Infantry as Casuals or to some special branch of the 
service. Then the fellows realized what it meant. Their division was not going 
to leave but the men were going to be used for replacement except as many as 
would be needed for snow and coal details and to groom the horses. 

All this time, the Battery was perfecting its organization. Sgt. Formon was 
made First Sergeant and Corp. Toltzien was made Stable Sergeant and blew him- 
self for cheverons. Poor old Nuzum received his sergeancy one day while cleaning 
cuspidors. The excellent N. CO. School which had been conducted by ist Lieut., 
later Capt., C. D. Allen and Lieut. Vernon Welsh closed its first term. The grades 
of "E" Battery in the final examinations were higher than those of any other 
Battery in the Regiment. 

Soon after Nuzum received his stripes, Schultz lingered too long at the door 
of his lady's dwelling and froze his ears to alarming proportions. Evenings the 
men played the phonograph and figured out some possible way to avoid grooming. 
For a long time Bilkey had been contemplating marrying before going over seas 
but he had not had the courage to say the word until Doggie ventured, then he 
spoke and set the date for Christmas. 'Those Christmas passes! How the fellows 
brushed and rubbed and pressed with that defundu electric iron. Of course "E" 
was on guard. This required quite a number staying to open Red Cross socks 
and groom the horses. Shorty Lenz corralled for them. Mary's Lamb, Snorter 
and their comrades had imbibed a lot of Christmas spirit and were venting it on 
any who came near enough to receive a greeting, this made the little Christmas 
crew eager to see the fellows back. 

When they returned, however, the fellows did not come alone. Hoium carried 
back a tiny, blotchy rash. This was the beginning of the measles epidemic which 
lasted through the heaviest part of the winter. After Hoium, Laemle came down 
and others followed. Each morning at breakfast the men looked for the man 
who might be trying to conceal symptoms of the disease, for the quarantine dated 
from the most recent case. 

To break the monotony of the quarantine, Nuzum and Jones got up a New 
Years party. Lieut. Bauer was on hand with one of the wooden horses. Rehr 
bounced around on his limber joints and Smitty, Pohlman, Harrison and Ryan 
sang. Lieut. Bauer and Lieut. Swearington had an altogether too realistic boxing 
match. After eats and some songs and toasts the Battery returned upstairs and 
extinguished the lights a few minutes before midnight. When the hour showed 

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up on Nuzum's wrist watch, Bruha blew taps and Thiele 
representing the Old Year hobbled through with a couple 
of pocket flash lights trained upon him. Then Bible blew 
reveille and Marsh, in pink pajamas to represent the New 
Year, bounded in. 

The measles quarantine ran on. Lieuts. Bauer and 
Foltz constructed four aiming circles. Sgt. Clark, although 
just recovering from a tragic day in charge of quarters and 
a boxing bout with Baker, manned the aiming circles in 
the recreation room and won his sergeancy by the skillful 
way that he manipulated his sheaf of fire. Sgt. Toltzien 
led the last of the horses into the corral and Lieut. Whitney was issued some harness 
for his drivers to commence cleaning. Sgt. West, Sgt. Campbell and Cpl. Jones 
went off to Officers Training School. They later were transferred to Saumur, 
France where they were commissioned. Brossard succeeded to the empty supply 
room. He issued out gas masks to the Non-Coms. who after many hours drill, 
hiked to the Base Hospital. Here they froze their flutter valves taking gas in 
the cold chamber. After the Non-Coms., the rest of 
the Battery had the experience. Sgt. Formon and 
Trixie continued to show the fellows how to become 
masters of themselves and their horses until Lieut. 
Stone, Gish and Winston appeared and assisted him. 
Now it was possible to have two bull rings at once, 
giving all double opportunity to show their proficiency. 
The ninth of January brought an end to the quaran- 
tine, Stevenson and Wee started off to horseshoer's 
school and the Battalion field piece was pulled into the 
new addition to the barracks which thereafter became 
the Gun Room. The Battery was divided into can- 
noneers under Lieut. Allen and Lieut. Pincoffs, drivers 
under Lieut. Whitney and Lieut. Foltz, and the special 
detail under the Captain, Lieuts. Winston and Stone. 

The fellows availed themselves of their freedom from quarantine to visit their 
snow bound homes where lots of little brothers and sisters were having their usual 
visitations of measles and the grippe. These complaints were promptly brought 
back to the battery so that on the twenty-fifth the delighted Doctor again put 
the Batterv under 'quarantine. This time to check the spread of the epidemic, 
the Non-Coms were rooted out of their frigid home in the addition and this in- 
viting place was reserved for the suspects. Here Dary went around looking for 
his lost voice and Harrington strummed Joe Olson's violin. Walty was there 
and Groves and Keyes, all just ill enough to feel nihilistic and cross. 

If it had not been for Major Hayes and his ever-present walking stick which 
had such a faculty for finding dust, and for the canteen man, life would have 
been unbearable; but this excellent officer kept us military, and the man in charge 
of quarters and "Last Chance Tonight" kept the fellows stuffed with eats. As 
Sgt. Formon and Frisco had had a little diversion of their own from the quarantine 
in the Orderly Room one day, the Top Sergeant and Bill Miller got up another 
entertainment. Most of the men were too homesick and disappointed to rise 
to the occasion but Brossard rallied the scattered pep as best he could and pulled 
a speech from Nuzum and Mullenix and got Baker to crack his voice singing 
"Prairie Flower." In the midst of the party, Lieut. Allen entered and mildly 
asked when the party was going to begin. Nuzum the hero of the evening ended 
the day by receiving a black eye which Bill Miller's best beefsteak could not 

Up to well along in February, except for a little ride Lieut. Allen took on 135 
and for a little chase Sgt. Toltzien and Lieut. Bauer had had out on the Target 

2 8 6 — BATTERY E 

\ 531 S J Field Artillery, 


In a gunners' contest between Bat- 
teries A, B, C, D, E, and F of the 
331st F A, at Camp Grant last Wed- 
nesday the gun squad of Battery E, 
composed of Serg. Edwin H. Reese, 
Corp. W. S. Smith, Private Edward 
Harrington, B. F. Fowell, Henry 
Adams, B. A. Copsey, P. W. Pensborn, 
Wm. Pohlman and L. H. Rhinehart 
won the contest. Reese, Harrington 
and Adams are Iowa county boys. 

Clipping fiom the "Dodt'evillc Chronicle." 

Range among the bullets, the Battery 
had had no public exhibition of its horse- 
manship. Now at length the time ar- 
rived. The whole Battery formed in an 
unsteady line in the Regimental street. 
They were riding with blankets and cir- 
cingles. No one who beheld that long 
line of fours passing through the center 
of Camp an hour later, each man master 
of himself and his steed, would have 
realized the terror in the hearts of the 
valiant troopers as they felt their hands 
grow numb with cold and feared to shiver 
lest they should disturb the equanimity 
of their mounts. Out past the Base 
Hospital, they went to where they could see the slender lines of dough boy skir- 
mishers advancing from trench to trench. 

"Here," said Major Gaddis, "are the enemy Batteries and here their Infantry. 
You see our Infantry before you. It is our task to take up a position in that 
draw and give the enemy the necessary amount of Hell." This was the first time 
the Battery started to go into position. However, "E" Battery furnished the 
escort for the funeral of Major General Sibley at the Base Hospital. The cannoneers 
sat with arms folded on their caissons, stoically facing the drizzle while the drivers 
polked and tugged at the green horses to keep them from doing something in- 

On the twenty-sixth of February, Capt. Stuart left for Fort Sill and Lieut. 
William B. Weston, who had joined the Battery the day of the second quarantine, 
took command. On the first of March the first CI. privates were made, twelve 
of them. A few days later Kelley took the fatal step and brought his wife to the 
Batter)' where he started his honeymoon by standing inspection. The Battery 
organized another party. This time it was a mock trial. Sgt. Miller was ar- 
raigned for cruelty to animals, impersonation of an officer and Gawkery. Lieut. 
Bauer was president of the court, Sgt. Nuzum was counsel for the prosecution, 
Brossard for the defense. The prisoner was convicted of not carrying his crushed 
horse home, of wearing a black necktie, and of staring at a passing grandmother. 
The penalty was K. P. 

The quarantine dragged itself out. The 
latter part of March, however, was one of 
the most discouraging periods of the Bat- 
tery. The organization had advanced, but 
in ways which were not at the time notice- 
able. At this time the men's surroundings 
were improved and a mess fund started. 
From the Battery Fund the Captain had 
been able to purchase supplies with which 
Doggie finished off the woodwork of the 
Recreation Room and Mess Hall as well as 
put the tables in good shape. A billiard 
table which had been purchased some time 
before was now paid for from the small fees 
charged for using it. The fellows had gotten 
new records for the phonograph. The 
Officers had worked Chicago friends to 
furnish the Battery with a host of books 
and magazines. The Captain had sub- 
scribed for man}' others. Bongard and 
Lenz had made good in the kitchen and the 

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fellows were boasting of our mess. The N. C. O's. had come to feel confidence 
in one another and in their ability to hold down their jobs. There were, however 
few rainbows in the Battery sky. The men had drilled on the materiel at hand 
until they were stale on them, yet additional equipment was not forthcoming. 
The detail was trying to do reconnaissance work without saddles, the cannoneers 
who had won the Regimental Contest in '"March Order" and "Prepare for Action" 
had worn out the sight shank cover and torn the copper lugs off the dummy shells. 
The drivers lacked the harness necessary to properly train the horses. The quaran- 
tine had ruined the N. C. 0. School. A private went on detail policing up the 
Barracks practically every other day, mounted guard every seventh day and this 
usually meant walking post those long drizzly nights and then dragging hay in 
the mud of the stables all the following day. When he was not on guard or K. P 
he was on detail at the Remount or Quartermasters. There were few days he had 
left to drill, and drill days were grooming days. With so many on detail there 
were few except Non-Coms left to help him with all the horses. 

On the twenty-sixth of March Lieut. Weston left for Fort Sill and Lieut. 
Mien took over the organization. It was at this time that grippe had a shot at 
the Battery. The N. C. O. 's suffered most. Doggie took sick. Bilkey of course 
followed suit. Swancutt laughed at him then he too went off to bed. Sgt. Formon 
said he was never ill, but bv afternoon he had joined the large majority. When 
Brokish fell he made his last will and testament. He said he was not hungry 
then he only wanted toast, poached eggs, some fried ham and potatoes, and a 
little dessert. A short time before this, Bill Miller had been made Regimental 
Mess Sergeant, leaving Grange at the head of the Battery cooks. 

Now with better days the Batteries of the Regiment united their materiel for 
mounted Artillery drill.' A Battery at a time swept down into the hollow and 
devoted the morning to "Counter March," "Right into Line." and every possible 
mounted drill formation. By this time the men had rather given up all thought 
of soon goinR over seas, but April brought a rumor that set things going again. 
The Brigade" was going to move, to take its horses and materiel up to Sparta, 
Wisconsin. The Brigade had a chance to feel how it would be to pass through 
towns on a mounted hike on Rockford's Liberty Day, when the Battery dolled 
up its horses and took part in a Divisional parade. Even before this the Battery 
had gone out on a Regimental hike past the Barry Home. It was here that Corp. 
Brokish became experienced in digging latrines. One of the first signs of moving 
was a Regimental Review when the Battery's two carriages and long line of black 
horses swung across the parade. ; 

Compared with the long lines of the mounted review. Col. Lambdin s Boys 
looked rather small in number a week later when formed on foot to receive their 
' colors from the Wisconsin Society of Chicago. The men were deprived of their 
week-end passes by the event, but it meant a lot to them. In the simple, direct 
speech of the Commanding Officer the fellows had it brought more clearly than 
ever to them that the Colonel was confident of what they could do and was deeply 
concerned for their welfare. . 

There was a second Regimental Review with increasing rumors of the Brigade 
pulling out. For the firstYime in months new men began to arrive. Davis, Uie 
Battery Artist, Scout, Camoufluer, and Bowerman of the First Section: Walt. 
Ritsher, Miles and Huffman. This gave the men new assurance. They felt that 
the Battery was going to amount to something after all. 

The last days of April Lieut. Allen left for Fort Sill to attend the School of 
Fire, and Lieut. Foltz became Battery Commander. 

just at the time when Sgt. Formon became definitely at home in Rockford 
and all his thoughts centered about the scene of his recently acquired tran- 
quility, then it was that orders came for him and for the rest of the battery 
to drag off to far away Sparta. On the thirteenth of May the little Battery was 
moved upstairs to make room for "casuals" who filled the space made vacant. 
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groom. After hours Niederosky and others of 
the late arrivals set to teaching the Non-Coms. 
how to box, and to promote boxing. On the second 
of May the Ba,ttery with the rest of the Regiment 
left for a night hike. All afternoon they swept 
through New Mil ford and about five-thirty entered 
a large field in a creek bottom. Here picket lines 
were put up and supper cooked on field stoves. 
Tents were struck along towards eight in the 
evening and the horses led back. "Boots and 
Saddles" was blown and the fellows slung on the 
saddles in the dark. There was backing and 
twisting as the men tried to get the frightened 
horses in line in the dark. Fours were formed 
somehow and the long shadowy line moved off. 
At first the column jogged on in silence except 
when the hoofs would ring out on a bridge or 
culvert. Later the fellows started singing the 
"Caisson Song" and the "Long, Long Trail." 
It was midnight when the guidon of "E" Battery 
passed under the arc-lights of the Regimental 

The Big Hike was to be made with all the horses, although many of them had 
never been out of the corral. It was up to somebody to accustom Margaret, 
Mary, Snorter, Dynamite and the rest to the road. Finley, Bonney, Rayner, 
Sharp, Hart, Wolff, Forst, and Ryan were the men for the job. Along the ups 
and downs of Kishwaukee road they thundered until the horses' flanks were wet 
and their spirit greatly reduced. For three weeks, the fellows all decided they 
would go the following week, but the next Monday would develop nothing except 
Inspection, Grooming and Harness Cleaning. Then came the night when all 
strung down to the Supply House and dragged back big, new-smelling saddles 
and straps which Laemle, the new acting supply Sergeant worked at until a late 
hour. The bed sacks had all been emptied and the fellows had checker boards 
tattoed all over their bodies from the springs of the steel cots. Would the day 
of the hike ever comer Or would the horses come down with the glanders or 
some other disease the last minute and keep the Battery in the crowded barracks 
waiting and wondering? 

They received the pick of the Casuals — fifteen fellows — and dolled them up 
with red hat cords. Now it was that Nuzum and Swancutt left for Officers Train- 
ing School where they later received their commissions. It was the morning after 
this that the Battery was lined up behind its saddles before dawn. There was 
no doubt now, the Battery was going to pull out. What cinching and uncinching! 
What narrowly averted fights there were when two claimed the same mount! A 
few minutes after the bugle sounded the Battery broke from the corral and inun- 
dated the Regimental area with escaped horses tied together in threes — their riders 
in hot pursuit, with peaked looking Artillerymen all entangled in the ropes of their 
two led horses. Calmly through the dust and the flying horse blankets, the guidon 
and the two carriages made their way, the Battery gallantly re-forming behind 
them. Over the bridge and through Rockford the Battery went with the rest of 
the Brigade, a few particularly untamable horses going around by a less npisy 
route. "The clatter on the pavement ceased, the Battery crossed the steel bridge 
following the Black Hawk Trail out of town. The stragglers returned and dis- 
cipline was again supreme until a street car passed and scattered the horses over 
an adjoining corn field. Beyond Roscoe was camp and water for the horses and 
Davis, only a few miles away. The men remembered the long hours of bareback 
drill as they rode down the stream without saddles. At Roscoe the Captain, who 
had returned from Fort Sill the first day of the Hike, put Sgt. Thiele in charge of 


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the picket line detail, Sgt. Clark in charge of the 
Officer's tents and Brokish over the latrine detail 
consisting of Jakelow and Moberg. The Captain 
made the Non-Corns responsible for keeping the 
column closed up at a walk and giving the horses 
proper attention. 

The next day the Battery reached Beloit with 
its crowds and flags to startle the horses. Far on 
the other side of town was camp, high above the 
river. The 333rd, which walked, bathed and 
splashed in the river as the weary, dusty horse 
regiments came up and the batteries groomed 
and washed harness. On Thursday the Gypsy- 
like column passed through Janesville and camped 
far from water on other hills. The narrow creek 
where the horses drank was churned to mud by 
previous batteries and the animals plunged and floundered but refused to drink. 
"E" was the last battery to leave this camp. The men could see the maroon 
guidons and long grey wagons of the Medical Unit take the ascent behind them. 
A thunder storm struck the Battery as the men left camp to water at Brooklyn 
next day. The clouds of dust from the squall startled the horses and blinded for 
a moment the drivers. Then came the week end at Madison where the home- 
folks came down to the Fair Grounds to see the fellows and where the town enter- 
tained them. The whistles blew as the Boys swung down the road for Tokem 
creek. Here it was hard to get a drink for the horses but easy to get one for the 
men After the Hurricane at Poynette when the tents dropped at the first crack 
of the storm and the cold rain drenched the men, the Brigade reached Portage. 
Here the horses, by now broken in, took little notice of the good sized crowd that 
greeted the column. It was about this time that Corp. Marsh left the Horse 
Artillery for the motor drawn! 

It was at the sloping camp beyond Portage where the Red Cross girls came 
with ice cream cones and smokes, that Lieut. Pincoffs and Lieut. Winquist left 
suddenly for Camp Jackson. Thursday the fellows rested at Kilbourne and took 
long trips up the Dells in little boats. That evening they started to dance in the 
street. Then out of the night they heard ''To the General" blown. They were 
going to break camp. There was going to be a night march! The boys made 
rolls as big and soft as baby mattresses that night as they rumaged about for their 
equipment and groped and fought for their horses. Then came the long dull 
hours when the road was a grey streak in the blue of the night and the men fought 
sleep until it conquered and the lead ropes slipped from their hands. All next 
day the Battery slept in the rain and the mud of a marsh near Mauston. Here, 
next morning, the cannoneers had to repair the road with brush. During this 
day's march the Battery trotted for a considerable period, through Mauston and 
New Libson, so that night settled down on the Brigade encamped in a valley across 
the hills from Camp Douglas. The rocks and sands of the Sparta country were 
in evidence here. It rained the next day and the cannoneers had to struggle and 
strain to hoist the carriages up the slippery hills. Here there was a grade so steep 
and long that even the individually mounted men had to labor up this mountain. 
This was not at all unsatisfactory in the opinion of some of the fellows who had 
to walk anyway because they had not taken proper care of their horses. At night 
the Battery reached the stumpy hillside of Old Camp 15 where the supply train 
did not come until morning and the officers were without shelter. They built 
great fires to drive away the chill. Then came the last ride across the upland 
and down the gradual descent into the sandy valley of the south range of Camp 
Robinson with the Barracks just over the hill where Braithwaite greeted the 
Battery, his pipe in his hand. This was the twenty-eighth of May. The Battery 
soon made itself comfortable in its one-story barracks. On the third of June they 


fired the first shot of the Regiment. This was on the slopes of Selfridge Knoll. 
Harrington, who acted as No. I of the piece which fired, braced himself so des- 
perately that he keeled over when he pulled the lanyard. There were four guns 
but only two fired. Capt. Stuart had the first problem. 

From the formation of the Battery there had been three great questions to 
answer. Can The Battery become organized as an efficient unit with unity of 
purpose? Can the men do the work of capable Artillerymen? Is the 
Battery fit to take its place on the line? The long dreary days of the winter 
answered the first question. They bound the men together and made obedience 
more or less a malter of habit. The big hike and the first day's firing answered 
the second; for the long marches with the led horses tugging on their wrists and 
the nights in the wet and in the damp pup tents had seasoned the fellows so that 
they were able to go at once into their work on the range and do efficient firing. 
Now for the third question, was the Battery fit. Now for the third task, to make 
the Battery able to hold up its end of the game. 

The Officers realized that they had none too much time in which to accomplish 
this. Capt. Stuart started things off at once. He re-subdivided the Battery, 
gave Lieut. Whitney a bunch of drivers who could get the horses into shape, took 
the cannoneers himself and turned the special detail over to Lieut. Foltz. The 
drivers went to longeing the horses. Each was given a couple of pets to conquer. 
Bennie had Margaret. Hank Adams had Shep, and Hart had E. P. Of course, 
Bonney was there and Corporal Finley with half a dozen lariats tied to his saddle. 

Doggie Reese, Sgt. Thiele and Smitty, who had recently been made a sergeant, 
helped the Captain with the cannoneers. The gunners did box drill and more 
box drill but had lots of time to work on the real pieces. 

The special detail under Lieut. Foltz went over the hills every morning with 
Sgt. Clark stepping it along on Brownie and Sib on his white-faced horse which 
would not walk for all his threats to knock out four or five of its eyes. Baker was 
there bobbing up and down on Blue Bebbe along side of Himley trying to hold 
the B. C. telescope away from his ribs. Sgt. Formon would bring up the rear on 
Trixie. While the telephone detail would rest under the trees, the other fellows 
would figure out parallaxes. While the instrument detail rested in their saddles, 
the signal men would pant up the hill rolling wires. 

On the twelfth of June, Lieut. Weston returned from the School of Fire and 
Lieut. Foltz became executive. At this time four ugly British Seventy-Fives were 
issued to the Regiment. Soon after, the Battery started drill on them. The 
officers and men took hold of the work with lots of interest and enthusiasm and 
the results showed up in the firing. Every sixth drill day the Battery fired, now 
on the North range, now on the South. 

Firing was always a big day. The Battery would form in the Regimental 
street. Each of the sections of carriages was furnished by a different Battery. 
The organization furnishing the material would also send over the drivers. "E" 
Batter}' had the fifth section. Every day there was firing, drivers from "E" 
would take out these carriages. This conglomerate battery would be drawn up 
in the regimental street on the day "E" fired manned by "E" Battery gunners 
and chiefs of section. Drivers and cannoneers would be dismounted. The Cap- 
tain and reconnaissance officer would get their problem from the Colonel or Battal- 
ion Commander. Whistles would blow, the special detail would dash up and go 



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left front into a circle around the Captain and Major. The Battery Commander 
in a dramatic voice would give the situation. It seems that the Red forces, mob- 
ilizing at Tomah, were advancing westward to take Sparta, La Crosse and the 
Mississippi River with outposts at the line LaFayette Pass — Point 17, — Hill 1060 
(they might be given Sparta, but La Crosse, never!) The orders for the Artillery 
were: "Battery 'E' 331st F. A. will take up a position in observation, north and 
west of Selfridge Knoll, (generally chosen the day before). I am going out on 
reconnaissance, the detail will mark the route. The Battery will follow at an 
alternate walk and trot. 

"Any questions?" 


Then the Captain would fan off at a fast trot on gloss)' little Seventy with 
the detail at his heels. Through their dust, the Battery would ride with the 
guidon aflutter and the horses struggling through the sand. At the turns in the 
road, the markers, sometimes placed by Sgt. Formon, would fall out, their horses 
whirling around and around, whinnying desperately and then dash off at a 
dead gallop when the signal was answered by the executive. Then the Captain 
and the reconnaissance officer would pick a B. C. station on some crest. Leaving 
the reconnaissance officer here, the Battery Commander and Scouts would recon- 
noiter a gun position and the signal men would reel out the wire, where it would 
be most in the way, while the instrument men, leaving their horses at a rendevous 
in the brush, would creep up to the B. C. with their instruments. Following up 
the markers the executive with the Battery would swish through the Jack Pines 
and the fifth section would trot ahead. The. caisson carriage would move up on 
the left of the piece carriage in double section column. Sharp commands would 
ring out. Cannoneers jumping from their hard seats would tug at unlimbering 
the piece and swing it into position, — then wait, wait, and probably drag the 
materiel fifty yards through the sand after the limbers had thumped away through 
the brush where the Top Sergeant concealed them and the drivers dozed. Then 
came the preparing of the piece for action, the setting up of communication, and 
the clatter of the opening salvo as the trails would bury themselves in the sand. 
Then at last came the fire for effect when the volleys cracked out and the smoke 
hung over the guns. Lastly came the long jaunt the tired fellows would have 
for camp, and the grooming and the cleaning which would follow. 

Lieut. Allen returned from Fort Sill the first part of July. He then took up 
his former position as executive and a short time later the Battery had the privilege 
of firing the British Seventy-Fives for their first tryout in the Regiment. On the 
Fourth a platoon of the men went with him to Prairie du Chien to parade and 
patronize the old familiar hang-outs. 

On the fifth, Stanley, the Yale Chap, Huffman and Miles left for Camp Taylor 
where, as usual with "E" Battery men, they all received their commissions. On 
the fifteenth of July seventy-five men from Minnesota and Illinois were trans- 
ferred to the Battery from the Depot Brigade at Camp Grant. They were put 
under the instruction of some of the older Non-Corns and the rest of the Battery- 
went on firing as usual. 

At this time the problems became more difficult. There were battalion prob- 
lems involving change in Artillery position and some work with barrage. The 
detail lost its markers through the foresight of Sgt. Quick a couple of times. The 
drivers quit longeing Mary's Lamb and mounted and dismounted in the soft sand 
where there was small chance of breaking their necks in landing. Gas instruction 
was renewed now and this set Bilkey thinking. He rather thought this inferred 
that we would be going soon. The old men received the gas training as well as 
the newer fellows. The recruits alone however went through the gas chamber. 

On the twenty-third, forty-two new men arrived late at night. Sgt. Grange 
had a feed waiting for them/ Tents had been put up to accommodate the new- 
comers, — tents which were submerged with every heavy rain. On the thirty- 
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plete review of all previous instruction, including General Orders, from the simpl- 
est facings up through Artillery drill. There was Gen. Brokish schooling his 
squads in one part of the field while Tiedman instructed his flock in military cour- 
tesy in another. The rumors of going across became more and more in agree- 
ment, Sgt. Toltzien and Kelley and Sgt. Clark had no difference of opinion, the 
hour was about to strike which settled it. The Battery would leave soon. Corp. 
Marsh had a couple of squads in the mess hall checking records. The blacksmith 
heard a rumor that the horses were to go and letters from Camp Grant told of 
the rest of the Division being tready to leave. The instruction under the chiefs 
of section progressed so rapidly that the first week in Aug. the new men accompanied 
the Battery firing and took an active part. In order that the married men might 
commence saying good-bve to their wives the Colonel permitted them to be absent 
until reveille every day. ' The Benedicts availed themselves of this privilege heartily 
and put their whole souls into working up a dramatic farewell. Plans were laid 
to fire on the twelfth of August. Capt. Stuart, who had been Acting Major, had 
drawn up the firing orders and the cannoneers had filled the caissons and piled 
up the boxes. Kelley had borrowed a reel of wire from another Battery and all 
was ready when suddenly Sunday evening the order came that firing would be 
discontinued and the horses unshod, all except those of the detail. These fellows 
had one more glorious ride out on the North Range. Then the "advance party" 
left. Major Gaddis, Lieut. Foltz and Lieut. Allen, were the officers which the 
Battery had most to do with, who left. Sgt. Quick. Corp. Brokish and Slama 
left with them. That day every one was quite sure the Battery would pull out 
the following Monday and' that long farewell would be staged. 

Sunday came and with it gang plank drill, but Monday passed with the same 
old Tattoo and the same old "Taps and the same old barracks. A detail staked 
out some "Cars" in the sand. The fellows stumbled over them and became con- 
fused as to the proper way for one to enter a train. On the twentieth the Battery 
was measured for over-seas equipment, so for one night Ritsher's trip to Sparta 
was delayed. On the twenty-fourth most of the clothing was issued, — spiral put- 
tees, blouses and trousers. With the equipment came instructions that any tar 
or other spots on these clothes would cause the owner to be plucked out of the 
Regiment and thrown into a Casual outfit where he would shovel coal and police 
latrines while his comrades made their pleasant journey over seas. This was not 
as difficult as was at first thought, for the horses were shipped away at this time. 
The Battery led them in a long line over the hill to a switch track in the South 
Range. Here first the cavalry horses were put aboard, — Smutty Face, who had 
tossed so many, little Trixie, Seventy and Blue Bebe with his sore ear. Then 
came the Artillery horses, all except Mary who remonstrated a moment, kicking 
several of his fellow travellers out of the car. Though not half so crowded as the 
men were later in France, the horses were much less at ease. 

September came with positively the last passes home and the last chance to 
visit Sparta. On Monday, the third, the men of the other Batteries of the Regi- 
ment lay on their bunks and watched "E" Battery go on with its foot d rill_ as 
though it were to remain a month. However, the kitchen cars were then being 
gotten ready and on the fifth, after its necessary dismounted instruction, the Bat- 
tery entrained. The train made up of Pullman Tourist Sleepers contained Battery 
"E" and Battery "F" and was commanded by Capt. Stuart. Bill Grange's kitchen 
car separated the batteries. Sgts. Reese, Smith, Clark and Toltzien commanded 
the different cars and helped Sgt. Thiele, who was Sergeant of the Guard, to keep 
the fellows on the train. When the train pulled through Milwaukee in the evening 
whistles were blown and red lights displayed. At the station the fellows got 
their first free Red Cross eats. "Most of the night the train lay in the yards at 
Chicago in a stock-yard atmosphere. It passed through Indiana and Michigan 
the next day. At Battle Creek the Battery detrained and awkwardly went through 
some physical exercises. At sundown the train pulled through the Sarnia Tunnel 
into Canada. Where would they embark? On the seventh the Battery detrained 


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before dawn and marched through the deserted streets of Niagara, Ontario, for a 
glimpse of the lighted Canadian Falls. All this day the train made its way across 
New York State passing along Seneca Lake and stopping at Sayre, Pennsylvania, 
where the Battery again stretched themselves. From late afternoon until dark 
the route lay along the Susquehanna River. During the night they were in the 
Pennsylvania coal country where the grimy mining village children reached up 
and struck the soldier's hands as the train hurried through. In the morning, after 
a long wait in the yards, the Battery detrained, clattered through the Jersey City 
Terminal and climbed on a Ferry. Here Marsh and Baker enjoyed watching 
the gulls. The fellows crowded to the rail for a glimpse of the city lying 
out there in the mist. Sgt. Formon pointed out the prominent parts of his little 
home town. 

After an infinite wait on the cobble stones before the Long Island Terminal, 
the Battery crowded into a suburban train. About noon they detrained in the 
rain at Camp Mills. Here the Battery shivered in the flimsy tents and watched 
it rain. There were inspections and more inspections. All clothing and equip- 
ment was checked over and over until all felt equal to the dreaded ordeal at the 
Port of Embarkation. They forgot all this however when the Captain announced 
that all could go on pass to New York. How they crowded the taxis which dragged 
them into town for exhorbitant prices! How they gathered in flocks and ambled 
down Thirty-Fourth street waiting for some one to think up something brilliant 
to do. Some found their way to Coney Island, some wandered around the Bat- 
tery Park and some were all too business-like in enjoying their passes, but all came 
home safe and sound and sober. A few who had spoilt or soiled some part of 
their equipment had it replaced so that they could face the gang plank. At length 
the long dreaded day of reckoning arrived. All spots were rubbed off or camou- 
flaged, the packs rolled and the Battery stepped off bravely. When they boarded 
the Ferry they were packed away where the horses go. The boat stood 
off for some time in the river and the fellow's apprehensions increased 
the longer they had to think of the merciless scrutiny they were about 
to receive. They were on the dock! They were at the boat, the Lapland! 
Names were being called and they were answering! It was over. They were 
aboard. There had not been any inspection! On the morning of September 
seventeenth, after a restless night in their jammed up hammocks on the port pro- 
menade deck, the fellows heard the whistle blow and watched her back out of 
her slip. There was the river again, with its crowded ferries taking people to their 
work in Manhattan. — old fat-faced fellows and a woman with a red hat who 
cheered enthusiastically. The big event was on. The Lapland was joined by 
other ships of her convoy in the lower bay. The vessels were convoyed by a battle- 
ship, a cruiser and at first by a flotilla of destroyers and chasers, assisted by a 
hydroplane and dirigible. The weather was calm, so only Landberg was sea- 
sick. The quarters were small and the food didn't taste the same somehow. The 
fellows tried to write and tried to read, to play cards and to talk, but they had 
not yet acquired the necessary virtue of patience. They wanted to get there. 
Several days out, the ship struck a cold current and some were confined to their 
hammocks! Little Nels Anderson was very sick and they carried him down to 
the ship's hospital. One evening, just before striking the Irish Coast, they dipped 
the colors and out over the convoy the L T nion Jacks dropped from the peaks and 
fluttered for a moment at half-mast. It was some hours later that the fellows 
of the Battery learned of the cause of this. The little Norwegian had ended his 
fight. The trip was not all gloom, however, by any means. On the second day 
out, the Y. M. C. A. came "to the rescue with a batch of books. The Captain 
chose "Principles of Efficiency" while Newcomb read "The Virginian." The fifth 
day out two reallv voting women belonging to the Y. M. C. A. happened in with 
a violin and a little play. The fellows forgot about the possibility of it getting 
rougher and even sang in several different keys. After this a little lady appeared 
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ing them the French for glass and bottle. This day also the Captain had apples 
purchased with the mess fund for the fellows. 

The tiny canteens on board were being used far beyond their capacity but since 
Sgt. Reese' was M. P. Sergeant, he was able to get the Battery more eats. On 
approaching the submarine zone the danger increased because the fellows were 
ordered to sleep in their hobs and serious injury might have resulted if some who 
slept in the hammocks had fallen out, shoes first, on the men who slept on the 
tables. One by one the convoy diminished until there was a time when a single 
destroyer conducted the transports. On the twenty-seventh a flotilla of British 
destroyers sneaked up and convoyed the steamers the rest of the way. 

The next night while Battery "E" was on guard the first sign of land appeared. 
They could make out the flicker of a lighthouse, which was on the Irish Coast. 
On the twenty-eighth the boats passed within sight of the rocky Ulster Coast. 
A little later 'the island of Ishnay and Cantyre, Scotland, rose out of the mist. 

The Lapland lay off Liverpool until dawn when it passed into the Channel 
and cast anchor. Packs were made and the fellows waited impatiently for the 
time to land. First the cooks left with a few extra K. P.'s on a little boat. _ At 
eleven o'clock the Battery was lightered across to the wharf in a crowded little 
steamer. At the pier the Y. M. C. A. gave the men cards with a neat message 
already upon them telling how they had had a glorious trip and that ''games and 
light exercises" had "furnished diversion " during the day. To all this the fellows 
solemnly perjured themselves and dashed up the street where they formed. Eng- 
land from their first impression seemed to consist of big walls and rough paying 
stones, of cattle pens guarded by cocky bobbys with all the trappings of American 
Generals. They swung through the streets beset by a mob of red-cheeked penny- 
begging kids who climbed all over Frisco. How the deuce those youngsters could 
be warm with their bare knees while the Battery was freezing in their overcoats 
was more than the men could understand. After dragging their packs over the 
paved streets until the houses seemed to blur altogether in one long streak before 
their tired eyes, they were told they would be in Camp in a few minutes. A mile 
or so more they marched. They were still a few minutes from camp. On again 
past parks and public buildings. They were still only a few minutes from camp. 
At last they did arrive. There in the mud and the wet were their tents. Not 
all the Battery made the Knotty Ash Hike. Some were too ill to be moved from 
the boat. Others arrived in motor trucks. Of these Lee Hanson, after a big 
fight for recovery, passed away in a Base Hospital near Liverpool on October 

The Battery waded back and forth among the conical tents and "rested" a 
day. Tuesday morning the word came that they were going. They policed up 
the tents, shouldered their packs, and plodded off. After they had gone a block 
or so, they halted and waited, did squads right about and marched back to the 
putty-like mud. They occupied other tents after their return, which were larger 
and more comfortable. After a bath in the municipal swimming pool the next 


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day. they made a fresh start. This time they were successful. They boarded 
the little cars that made them think of the hacks which show up on the streets 
when there is a street car strike in America. They got on through cattle pens, 
lowing like a herd of Holsteins. Through Birmingham and Crewe they rattled 
past Wolverhampton and Warwick, clinking along in the tiny third-class carriages. 
Sgt. Clark thought they would pass through London but they turned south at 
Reading and stopped a moment at Oxford. At eight o'clock the train halted at 
Romsey and the Battery was chased out into the street where an hour and a half's 
walk brought them to camp. Here they rested in larger and more comfortable 
tents. Alt morning the fellows stood in line for hot chocolate in the fairly well 
supplied "Y." The Sergeants were on pass here to Romsey. Sgt. Clark and 
Sgt. Laemle returned sober. Bill Grange thought quite a lot of Busby in the 
mud as he and Doggie congratulated each other on everything in general. The 
Battery went to see an old cathedral where Lindsay went astray, 
day all had a hot bath. 

On the fourth the men dragged out of Rom- 
sey and tramped eight miles of old Roman 
road to the American Camp at South Hampton. 
Here all ate corn beef and listened to some 
little boys singing songs about the Kaiser's 
daughter until they were rested enough to 
drag on to the wharf. Then they climbed 
around on their packs and looked for canteens 
a couple of hours, finally boarding the" Antrim," 
a small channel steamer. All gathered in a 
big sleepy sea sick heap in a salon below decks 
and felt the boat jar and shiver as it sped along 
the Isle of Wight into the open Channel. "E" 
Battery was on guard. The men struggled 
over the limp bodies of the sea-sick bunch, 
posting reliefs as best they could. At midnight 
the vessel cast anchor in Cherbourg Harbor. 
The fellows had arrived at last — arrived in 
France! The boat drew up into a slip in the 
midst of the quaint white-walled town and the 
men disembarked every which way. They 
rallied in line at the guidon. Off through the 
narrow streets the fellows went. They hiked through the town out to a dreary 
camp site above a picturesque chateau. Here a fatigue officer was waiting with 
a long list of details for the Battery. The men cleaned latrines, and hustled Q. 
M. Stores, and the Corporals stood guard all night against Flu germs. The next 
day the Battery lined up in the rain for rations — not exactly like Bill Grange's — 
and took a dribble of a shower. 

The afternoon of the sixth the Battery hiked to town among the French peasants 
with their Sunday clothes and crawled into the side-door sleepers which were 
waiting for them. The sign on the cars said: "Flommes 40, Chevaux 8" (Forty 
Men, Eight Horses), but "some of the cars were only large enough to hold five 
horses, so they put only thirty-eight men in these! 

They passed through Caen during the night and awoke at Argentan. Here 
Gundersen exclaimed: 'I can't comprehend why you fool Frenchmen can't under- 
stand your own language!" The train, made its way south. The fellows munched 
their bully beef and tomatoes and bread three times a day and watched the train 
whistle through LeMans and Angers. Night came and the crowding and cussing and 
tramping necessary to exhaust the fellows into slumber. There was one man who 
had plenty of room, but none particularly envied him. 

Morning found them in Brion. They passed through Niort, Saintes, entering 
Bordeaux after eating their evening corned Willie. The train went on through the 

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night and took a siding at La Teste. 
Here the men unscrambled them- 
selves and tried to shave and even 
washed. They stretched their legs 
and purchased a breakfast in the 
town for untold Francs. 

After shivering for an hour or so 
at La Teste they trailed out through 
the pines to Le Courneau. or Camp 
Hunt. This was October ninth. 
The men were given five days to 
rest. They constructed double- 
decked bunks in the low, rambling 
barracks which looked like the houses 
of a Russian village with their thatched roofs and sides. "E" Battery happened 
into two barracks with dirt floors and two good wood floors. While the dirt floors 
were being covered with a dust-like concrete the fellows occupied the first two 
barracks alone. 

On the tenth the Captain called the N. C. O's together and told them what 
he thought at the time was the situation: "Conditions are very different now from 
what they were at Camp Grant or Camp Robinson. They are very serious. It 
is up to us now." It was the same old issue again — would the Battery be fit to 
take its place with the batteries of the line. It was the same old issue brought 
back to the Battery again, this time with startling vividness, — the task of making 
the Battery able to endure and survive. For the first time events at the front 
seemed to have significance for the Battery. The critical period of the second 
Chateau Thierry drive had long passed. Now the Germans themselves were 
getting into a precarious position. Would their lines break and the thing all end 
before "E" Battery moved up? It seemed impossible. 

On Monday Lieut. Lunt who had seen service at Seicheprey and in the Toule 
sector, joined the Battery. The next day work was started on the nifty French 
Seventy-Fives. Lieut. Allen and Lieut. Foltz who had been at La Courtine re- 
joined the Battery. Lieut. Foltz, appeared a few days later with a silver bar of 
First Lieutenant. Corp. Brokish rejoined the Battery where he could get enough 
to eat. Sgt. Quick and Slama came back at this time also. Lieut. Whitney had 
the training of the telephone detail, Lieut. Foltz of the instrument detail, Lieut. 
Allen and Lieut. Lunt worked with the cannoneers. The telephone detail started 
session under Sgt. Quick in the mess hall. The instrument men started figuring 
corrections of the moment while the cannoneers fought for chances to work on 
the guns. These fellows were divided up into three sets on Oct. twenty-third. 
They would leave long before Assembly to beat the other batteries to the Seventy- 
Fives. At this time some men who showed proficiency in the gun squads were 
made N. C. O's. Corp. Harrison was made sergeant and Barnes, Gundersen and 
Rettger, Sommers, Springsteele and Durning were made corporals, Then the 
schools started. There was the Radio School where Sib and Father Kline went. 
The Machine-Gun School where Springsteele taught the rest of the section the 
finer points which he felt were to deep for them to grasp at first-hand. At Signal 
School, as Kelley often narrated, practically all the men received grades of 95 or 
100%. Sgt. Schwartz and Corp. Lindsay represented "E" Battery at Recon- 
naissance School by trailing their plane table through all the briers and brambles 
of the Range. The Gunners and Chiefs of Sections attended Materiel School along 
with Mechanics Schuetz and Slama. It was left to Brokish, the veteran latrine 
construction artist, to attend Emplacement School and learn how to shovel French 
earth. Davis and Durning wove protective screens at the Camouflage School. 
The men who were left amused themselves digging trenches and constructing 
corduroy roads. When not so engaged they had gas drill and gas games. On 
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surely not chariots and which would seem out of place in a park. Three of the 
Seventy-Fives were issued but some French brakeman had switched off the car 
leaving the fourth in some lumber yard or other by mistake. On November fifth 
the Batterv fired for the first time. Unlike Robinson there were no flying Guidons 
nor restless horses. Thev did not even play their little drama about the position 
of the Reds and Blues. 'The guns had been dragged out to the Range at some 
previous time. The fellows fell out and hiked over to the Range as to any other 
formation. The Officers climbed up in their Tower and shivered while the guns 
were gotten into shape. Then the Battery would fire, fire, fire, from one until 
five. "E" Battery had had a wild Hallowe'en party the night before, but the 
fellows had sobered up since then so that they were able to shoot tolerably straight. 
Each Battery had its guns out on the Range for a week. The following Sunday 
"E" had its turn. They dug pits around the guns and on the eleventh of Nov- 
ember the Batterv had 'exercise climbing in and out of the ditches while firing 
high explosive shells. The 333rd and 332nd fired at the same time the 331st did, 
so there were guns hammering out shrapnel and shell all along the dreary Range. 
On this dav the armistice was signed, but this made no apparent difference in the 
training program. That evening when the fellows dragged in, they threw them- 
selves on their bunks and argued on the relative merits of Holsteins and Guernseys 
as usual. Far more important than the armistice was pay day which took place 
on this eventful occasion. From this time on gas masks had to be carried, slung 
like Albatrosses of unpenitent ancient mariners around the necks of the men. 

Four days later the Batterv donned fatigue suits and hiked to the far «de of 
the Range where they fired with direct laving at a canvas green and yellow "tank" 
which was dragged along bv a cable. Here Corp. Quimby who had received his 
warrant when Barnes was made Sergeant, won his Sergeancy by accurate shooting. 
This was the time when Corp. Summer's football team started active operations 
against the hostile forces of the other batteries. Frisco, Ducky Barnes, Alf, Stumbo, 
Happy Wenzl Fowell, Peppy Little Van, Newcomb, Ernie Schwartz, and Ryan 
splashed around in the mud with their fatigue suits. Lieut. Whitney gave them 
a few effective plays and with little or no practice they took the held. Luck was 
against them from the start. Summer's knee went bad. Newcomb had a pass 
to La Teste These casualties with other misfortunes gave their opponents the 
upper hand. The fellows fought hard but they never succeeded in shaking their 
hoodoo. The Battery was not engrossed in athletics then the big thought was 
still that of preparation. On November eighteenth the Officers tired a tricky 
flank observation problem with the General there observing their fire. 

Then came on Thursday, November twenty-first, 
word that there was to be a problem in bilateral ob- 
servation. Lieut. Foltz and Corp. Schwartz had worked 
out methods for facilitating observation. The can- 
noneers, dolled up in fatigue suits, gas masks and tin 
kadies, were in excellent practice. Sgt. Quick and 
Lieut. Whitney had their plans all laid and Grim set 
out for a distant tower. 

Then the word came. There was to be no problem. 
There was to be no more school. Everything was to 
be turned in at once. The Brigade was to make itself 
ready to leave on short notice. As the French paper 
girl with the black dress had said on the eleventh, "La 
guerre etait fini," as far as Battery "E" was concerned. 
The war was over as far as "E" Battery was con- 
cerned. The men had stuck together and learned the 
technique of the thing. Out there on the flat, muddy 
range thev had made the Battery fit to take its place 
with the batteries of the line. Now the end had come. 
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cold They were through. What was going to happen? What was the attitude 
of the fellows going to be now that the purpose of the last year was suddenly 
removed? Now that everything was over before it really started? The fellows 
thought of home and the life ahead of them but it was hard for them to see clearly 
what they had accomplished. Yet they had done much. "How the Battery 
would have performed" cannot ever be answered. let the task they 
had completed really amounted to something. They had learned a great deal, 
learned much for each man to take back with him, and learned to play the game 
and all it means,— to work together, to stand what was necessary, and not really 
complain, to think and act quickly, to consider the other fellow, to take things 
as they came whether hardship or turkey. This was all proven by their conduct 
after November eleventh, the most difficult period of all. They did not go through 
the mill up there and many almost wished they had. They did not miss their 
best friend's names in the next morning's roll call and get used to "that sort of 
thine " Every one was thankful that it was not necessary to do so, but they 
became thoroughly willing and ready for it, and the length of training had much 
to do with this. 

Yes, the war was over as far as Battery 
' E" was concerned. The fellows, however, 
had another job to finish. They had to get 
home. The men thought all they would have 
to do would be to march up to a line of box 
cars, crawl in, then crawl out onto a boat, but 
day after day the crazy French trains shrieked 
on' their way to Cazaux, yet there were no 
cars on the siding forBattery "E." TheOfficers 
had trying times thinking up enough to keep 
the men busy. Of course there was the materiel 
to turn in, but this was done all in a single 
day. They crammed the big Chariot de Pare 
full of saddles and leather equipment and 
dragged them down to the Q. M. in short order. After this there were only four 
things left to make up the Battery's program, — games, dismounted drill, physical 
exercise and hikes. Of all these the hikes were the most successful time consumers. 
Day after day the Battery trudged around the loose sand and the briers and the 
long, muddy" roads. At first they merely hiked across the Range. After this 
they grew more venturesome. On Friday, November twenty-ninth, the Battery 
zig zagged across the hills and through the wet holly bushes to the sea. When 
they got there the one and only inhabited cabin did not have nearly enough yin 
rouge to supply the demand and Harrison was not at al! captivated by the view 
of the sea. On Dec. third Lieut. Allen led the Battery through the dry sand 
paths about Cazaux and along the shore of the lake. Here the fellows again had 
dinner, jam, tomatoes, coffee and bread. After the eats were policed up the fellows 
were allowed to make their way back as best they could. Some tried to beg but- 
tons from the German prisoners, some even aspired to apply for a ride in one 
of the many airplanes. Some just ducked their heads and plodded into camp. 
There were many short hikes to Cazaux and back and hours of dismounted 
drill and physical exercise. On Thursday, Dec. fifth, the Battery fumbled at 
their packs, jammed in their shelter-half, pins, rope and blankets and fifty or sixty 
pounds of other junk, it seemed to them, and started a new march to the sea. 
This time Baker, who had been implicated in several other hikes, went a day in 
advance, apparently to find the roughest road. The men swung out under the 
dripping pines over a winding, loose sand trail. At the ascent of each hill their 
packs grew heavier and Baker's life became more imperiled. At length they 
trudged across the dreary plateau to the sand eight inches deep and discovered 
their camp site stretching before them with Sahara-like barrenness. Their only 
consolation was that the Medics were suffering with them. Their tent pegs pulled 

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loose in the soft sand and the mist became so thick that their fires were only a 
blur in the darkness. Damp and cold and stiff yet in much better spirits than 
they expected to be, they stirred up their fires and blackened their mess kits with 
breakfast. How good the stuff tasted with the smell of the fire on it! This time 
as on the other hike the Battery was let loose and promptly got lost in the brush. 
Some came out near Cazaux, others near La Teste. 

There was one redeeming feature about the hikes, they trained the men for 
their week-end pilgrimages to Arcachon and La Teste down the long, desolate, 
uninteresting road. It was five miles to La Teste and three miles farther to 
Arcachon. The distance did not for a moment discourage the fellows. Many 
preferred to remain in camp and saunter from booth to booth along the Western 
Front, cracking nuts and chewing down grapes, or, if they were so inclined, sitting 
in the crowded, noisy, canteens, where the Vin Sisters, Rouge and Blanche, were 
entertaining in such a captivating way. These fellows who ventured inside would 
sip and converse, drink and argue, until the buildings began to sway. Then they 
would return to the barracks, where they could fight out the great question of 
how many glasses they could stand with relative security. Although the battles 
on the "Western Front" were full of strange adventures and many bottles were 
downed, many engagements won, and many Francs lost, most of the fellows in 
the battery preferred to have their week-end pass to LaTeste or Arcachon. Here 
the men would wander about the crooked streets buying gorgeously colored table 
tops and flimsy scarfs until their francs were all spent and the M. P.'s would 
begin telling them it was forbidden for them to remain in town after nine o'clock. 
Week after" week the Non-Coms who went to Arcachon would patiently listen to 
this little set speech of the M. P's then leisurely stroll off to their hotel. With 
the exception of. a few more daring adventurers who were forbidden to go there, 
yet wandered there any way, none but Non-Coms visited Arcachon. It was at 
La Teste that most of the men spent their Saturday afternoons. 

While the Battery pumped Dary and Kessel for rumors of leaving and gleaned 
authentic information concerning the boat they would sail on from Casuals at 
the V. M. C. A., Lieut. Sterne of Brigade Headquarters gave them talks on World 
History. His lectures started the twelfth of December, and continued with an 
occasional interruption until the seventeenth. In a clear, interesting manner he 
took up the Rise of Democracy. Starting with Egypt and the civilization of the 
Tigris and Euphrates Valley, he spun out the growth and decline of the great 
World empires. He told the story of Greece and Carthage and Rome. He lectured 
on Caesar and Christ and finally gave a talk on the relationship between the 
United States and the British Empire. After this the relative merits of Vin Blanc 
and Vin Rouge, of Cheshire whites and Duroc Jerseys were left undetermined, and 
even the great question of whether they would pull out "tomorrow" or the day 
after was laid aside for a brood of brand new arguments over Caesar and Cleopatra 
and the English Constitution. 

All this "time the chances of leaving seemed to be lessening but on Sunday, 
the fifteenth, at Retreat Lieut. Foltz read the greatest order ever issued. It said 
something about leaving by rail Thursday. 

As Lieut. Sterne would have said, it was a long cry from the battle of Marathon 
to Gas Tractors. Yet this was the next course at the mess hall university. ^ Capt. 
Weston gave the fellows a little fatherly advice on purchasing tractors. Wednes- 
day night brought a rumor that the Battery would not leave Thursday. Knee- 
land's 'heart sank. Thursday brought a brighter rumor, the Battery would pull 
out Friday. 

Consequently the next day the Battery was drawn up in line with full packs. 
The men were going. Supply Company was actually on its way. They were 
going. Lieut. Allen gave the command. There were the box cars again. The 
men thought they were going home. 

Yes, they thought they were going home. However, — 

The fellows jammed their packs away on the cars. These horses cars were 



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more luxurious than the former ones. They had seats. Away the train went 
to La Teste. Here it waited some time before it decided which way to go, then 
on to Bordeaux. It must have gone here by force of habit for it had to back out 
and start in all over again. Somebody thought that they saw a ship at one place, 
but apparently this was not the one the Battery was to go on. The fellows sang 
and joked on the train and in Sgt. Thiele's car Fitzgerald warmed up to a sermon 
and Davie Thompson sang "When the Roll—!" A dog followed the Regiment 
so the train had to stop frequently to let the canine catch up. 

Some time in the night the Battery tumbled out into a sand bank where they 
tramped along the track to camp. Through the drizzle the Battery could see 
the bright lights of its barracks. Again they were at home. 

The men thought they were going home at once. However, morning brought 
no word of leaving. The men inquired as to the name of the camp and discovered 
that it was Camp de Souge. They policed up the tidy tile barracks, filled their 

bed sacks and settled down to stay a 
while. Saturday, Sunday and Mon- 
day the fellows stayed listening to the 
"Unpardonable Sin" and _ learning 
more about gas engines, loitering about 
the Y. M. C. A. and even learning a 
little about platoon drill. They watch- 
ed the 333rd march away and heard 
that their own length of stay depended 
on their Military Discipline. All the 
rumors about grooming mules and 
driving them to Bordeaux, however, 
were silenced Monday night when it 
became known that the Battery would 
move out Tuesday. 

On the next morning, therefore, 
December twenty-fourth, the Battery 
shouldered packs for the trip. The 
evening before, two blankets and some 
of the heavier equipment was turned 
in and sent ahead on trucks. The men had not slept much that night without 
blankets. When the whistle blew they thought they were going home at once. 
However, — they marched a block and halted going a mile in an hour and a half! 
By now the rain was coming down in torrents. The men swung out of town, 
through the woods and scrub timber, to St. Medard with two halts on the way. 
From here on the country became more citified. St. Medard merged into Gizag. 
Now out of the latter village, a kilometer or so, the Battery halted for lunch. 
The fellows ate their bread and jam and corned Willie and beans, carefully policed 
the cans as per instructions, and jogged on through Haitian. They followed the 
street car past an ever increasing number of shops. The pavement got harder 
and harder'. They figured they had already made two or three hikes to the sea. 
Surely Bordeaux was just around the corner. Surely their camp would be in 
Bordeaux. A few kilometers farther and they were at Cauderon. Then it was 
not long before they began to enter the outskirts of Bordeaux. Down the long 
narrow "street they' trudged, singing that National Anthem beginning 'Cheer, 
Cheer," and the song about the maiden who pushed the baby carriage. Despite 
all the mademoiselles there were at hand to Ou-la-la at, it seemed as though the 
road had no end. The Battery could not fall out down town in the crowd, so 
after a short halt it moved out and down to the water front. Would they embark 
on that steamer which lay ahead of the column? Headquarters Company ap- 
proached it — they were going by. 

The men thought that they were going home! 

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part of town. Far ahead was a hill, standing out indistinct in the dusk. Surely 
camp was near at hand. The men jogged on. They were at the base of the hill, 
but there was no camp. Only the steep road leading up the hillside. Surely the 
camp would be at the top. Yes, there were the barracks. The Battery marched 
right by them, and out into the open country. At last a second camp appeared. 
They were in the mud of its avenues. They clinched their fists for the final effort. 
"E" Battery found its quarters in the corner of the camp farthest from the gate. 
They were outside the barracks. The first sections were being given bunks. 
They had arrived. The men felt sure they w-ere going home at once. 

At the first camp they passed was a sign: "Embarkation Camp." The second 
camp had a sign, "Permanent Camp," which was much more to the point. The 
real name of this camp was "Genicart." It was the night before Christmas, and 
there wasn't a creature stirring either, nor did any one pull off a hundred yard 
dash the next day. The fellows sat on their bunks and compared blisters and 
backaches. They did not rest long. At one time this cantonment was known 
as a Rest Camp. When one bunch went out the rest came in! "E" Battery was 
on detail Christmas feeding clothing into the mysterious mill. Thursday "E" 
Battery was again on detail, this time in full force. The next day the Battery 
went through this Dedalian Labyrinth and came out alive. With all "issue" 
goods in their packs, the men marched down to Camp No. I, through the gate 
and lined up before the long, low building. They threw their packs, leggings, 
caps, and blouses in one big heap and filed into the house of mystery. Here they 
stammered out their names and a lot of dreadful information about beneficiaries 
and back pay. Then they started shedding their clothing. Piece by piece was 
removed and' thrown into the cans provided as the fellows shuffled along. Then 
they reached the door wdiere a dignified Captain Doctor was posted. The next 
passage way brought them to a shower where they were washed up in shape to 
return to America". That is. if they could get by the medical examiners in the 
gallery ahead. One by one the members of the Battery slipped successfully past 
the searching eyes of the scientific looking physicians. They were going home 
now without any doubt! 

From this room they entered a long winding passage where clothing of all sizes 
and shapes was thrown at them. "Do not stop to dress, watch the man in front 
of you, do as he does," the many officers called out, with dramatic empha^s. 
Armed with a shelter-half the fellow would plow along catching what he could, 
giving his shoe size at the overcoat counter and his hat size for the shoes. The 
gauntlet was run, the Battery rested and dressed in the little square box-like com- 
partments of the next room. ' Then came the long drag back to camp with a fellow's 
equipment bundled up in the shelter-half like a family washing on Monday morning. 
They thought they were going home right away! 

The next morning there was an important inspection by the Camp Inspector 
and his squad of assistants. Each had a separate grievance to look for. They 
followed each other in rapid succession, overrunning the barracks where the men 
stood at attention, helplessly. At last it was ovei. 

The men surely thought they were going home at once! 

The following days brought nothing but detail. Sunday was free and the 
men wandered about'the Y. M. C. A. eating free apples and trading rumors with 
earlier arrivals. On Monday Lieut. Whitney rambled through Lormont with 
the Batterv. Thev scratched the muddy backs of their fatigue suits on the low- 
ceiling of a'dark cave where it is said the Black Prince had once taken refuge. They 
scuffled around among the skulls in the crypt of the old square towered church 
and went up into the grounds of an old chateau where they could see far below 
them the American docks. The docks where the boats probably were which would 
take them "tomorrow." On Saturday the detail commenced in real earnest 
and everv day the Battery trudged off to the Remount, the "Delouser," 
the Quartermasters or the Engineers". At the Remount they wallowed about in 
the mud. At the mill they hurried back and forth carrying the big bales of clothing 



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with five or six Casual officers following them excitedly. At the Q. M. it was bales 
of goods and bed sacks. They loaded trucks and carried equipment to the mill. 
When working for the Engineers they splattered about carrying logs and fire wood 
arranging it into other formations. "Men of the 86th Division," cried a sergeant 
who had heard Gov. Lowden speak at Camp Grant, "I envy you!" 

The men thought surely they were going home, but each day brought a new 
discouragement as well as a new hope. Saturday, January nth brought the 
strangest rumor of all. The Battery was to go home via Marseilles. The day 
was set and everything. Sunday knocked the bottom out of this rumor to all 
appearances. The new week brought the regular schedule of details with nothing 
new except that the Non-Coms were set to work cutting out Black Hawk chevrons; 
apparently the men were going to be allowed to doll up in them. It was in the 
first days of this week that the Battery moved three or four blocks further from 
home to Hq. Co's. barracks. 

On Tuesday the Captain told the Battery assembled in the Mess Hall after 
supper, that the regiment was scheduled to leave Genicart on the 1 8th but that 
"ioo to I you will have a detail tomorrow." Sure enough he was right. However, 
this was the last, just when the men's hopes were up again Sgt. Thiele was 
bundled off to the Camp Hospital with the mumps. He was one of several who 
met the same fate,— McHone, Gartman, Hoium, Forst, and Miller who broke 
his leg defeating the Non-Coms at baseball. In the last two days there was only 
one small detail But the men took refuge in the "Y" where they felt reasonably 
secure from any eventuality which might arise. 

Saturday, January i8th, true to the Captains prophecy, found the fellows 
packing their curios away as in Rinehart's model pack, Newcomb with his mediaeval 
rib, Lindsay with his lingerie, and Abie loaded down with Eveready blades and 
$99 worth of silks. At ten o'clock they dragged out through the high wire fence 
and down the long winding slope which descended towards Bordeaux It was 
over: the period of details, of delousings, and of waiting and the Battery had not 
been broken up into casuals after all. The regiment made its way through the 
outskirts of the city seeming to be intent on marching around it a couple of times 
before entraining. ' After many halts the column turned towards the heart of 
town, plodded over the long railway bridge across the Garonne, ran a block or 
two. and then waited around a freight yard for two hours until the train was 
ready to receive them. This time there were only 18 or 20 instead of 3.8 or 40 
men to a car as had been the case in the trip down from Cherbourg. The fellows 
ppropriated straw and spread it about the cars while the little train wandered 
ast St. Medard in a south-westerly direction trying to find a track which would 
to Marseilles. Night settled down as the train pulled through La Reole 
with its grav chateau. After arguing out the amount of straw which each man 
was entitled'to and breaking up enough card games and quartets to provide sleeping 
space, the men unrolled their top rolls, lost their toilet articles in the straw, con- 
tested for their blankets, crowded together in the most awkward positions they 
could assume without starting a feud, then dropped off to sleep. 

Thev woke up in the vine covered eastern foothills of the Chevennes. A ew 
minutes ride in the chilly early morning air brought them to Narbonne where 
the men were served coffee which tasted suspiciously like Scotch toddy. During 
the day thev passed Cette standing out like a great white ant hill against the blue 
background' of the Mediterranean, slipped along between the barren coast and the 
sea and detrained at Nimes for coffee at dusk. During the night they rattled 
through Tarascon and Aries and dragged through a long tunnel into Marseilles 
where they woke the following morning. 

Here their train was in a siding along the quay. There was a "Y" canteen and 
places where the men could wash and fill their canteens Theyrolled their upper 
rolls and tramped off through the dirty streets where an occasional street car or 
great long three horse cart drove the column half way up on the curbs. They 
passed through the iron gate of the yard of the steamship company. They entered 

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the dock. They halted. They moved on a few feet Again they halted, this 
time to fall out, look through the chinks in the door at the boat tied outside and 
argue about it and get cigarettes and coffee from the "Women. The other batteries 
were called to "Attention" and marched off to the gang plank, and at length "E" 
Battery, too, moved past the last representative of Colonel Hennessey, yelled out 
their names and staggered up the steep gang plank. The battery went along the 
top promenade deck and it looked as though it was to have quarters in a pleasant 
part of the boat. Then down, down the steep steel stairways the fellows went 
below the deck, below the mess halls with their ding)- tables and on beneath the 
other batteries to the lowest tier of closely packed bunks. 

After getting their packs conveniently towed away, the men went up on deck 
and gave the Italian crew the once-over. The men set out at once to discover 
how far they could go and how much they could do before the}' would be stopped. 
They were not long in discovering this. After making out a lunch of hard tack 
and bully beef the men crowded to the forward deck where Moldenhauer and 
Durning and Toltzien and the others who had field glasses became exceedingly 
popular. There was an old structure out in the bay which Carlson told the men 
was the place where Monte Christo started his famous gambling Casino. There 
was a large cathedral up on the hill which reminded somebody of a country club 
near Dodgeville. So the glasses came in handy. 

It was io:?o in the evening when the "Duca d'Aosta" weighed anchor and 
slipped out through the maze of lights into the dark Mediterranean. 

The conditions were far different from those coming over. Now the ship had 
her port holes open and her decks lighted. The men were not packed away in 
every corner but were given roomier quarters and much more freedom on the 
decks. There were no M. P's to stop them from throwing stuff overboard and 
few orders against Blackjack and Stud. However, the men did not feel as much 
in the mood for enduring hardships as they did when their Big Adventure was 
ahead of them. As soon as they saw the Italian crew they thought of macaroni 
and their thoughts were realized almost immediately. A smaller space was alloted 
to messing, so the men ate in shifts. In the confusion of the first few days there 
was lots of opportunity for Westerbo, Thone, Bongard, Bilkey and Sgt. Clark 
to test their voices, giving their views on how to properly systematize things. 
After this when the lightly ballasted vessel started bobbing up and down rather 
unmercifully, an increasingly large number lost interest in everything in regard 
to eating so that the little group which remained to draw the Battery's rations 
had few difficulties. 

The first day out was calm and pleasant but on the afternoon of the second 
the great work started and the forward deck was covered with casualties lying 
in groaning heaps. Off to the starboard side were the Sierra Nevadas with their 
many colored shadows. These did not interest the majority in the least. They 
had more personal considerations to occupy their attention. Before dawn Thurs- 
day morning the steamer entered the harbor of Gibraltar and picked up a tug. 
An hour or so later she glided up to a collier and the coal barge was towed 
over and moored to the side opposite the coal boat. The fellows crowded the 
rail and told each other exactly what was going on. The vessel was coaling for 
the trip, Ross informed Corp. Brokish. All day the men of the Battery crowded 
the lower deck and watched the endless chain of coal passers shuffle by until their 
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were carrying the baskets of coal. In the middle of the morning a small skiff 
appeared alongside filled with oranges and created a panic around the rail. I he 
men shoved and shouted frantically throwing their francs and quarters into the 
basket provider. A few minutes later other boats appeared and reduced the 
prices considerably. With the declining market, the men purchased in greater 
quantities so that by evening every extra fatigue blouse, comfort kit, pocket, 
trouser leg and gas mask case was jammed to full capacity with figs and oranges. 
Lone before the trip was over and even before the fellows appetite for oranges 
was satiated, the fruit started to spoil and the men reluctantly threw it back over 
the same rail over which they had so proudly lifted it. 

All the men who had been sea sick regained their equilibrium and looked for 
fortifications with Klein's newly purchased glasses as bravely as ever. The men 
had great arguments as to which was the African shore. Before the day was over 
the Moroccan coast was positively located on every side of the rock and the 

rock itself was given five 
or six different authentic 
locations. It was night 
when the vessel made its 
way past the searchlights 
into the narrow straits. 
The men watched the lights 
of the citadel and the vil- 
lages along shore sink into 
the night with the greatest 
apprehensions. They could 
see great green waves tos- 
sing the ship about be- 
fore they would have a 
chance to get themselves in 
hand. The next day, how- 
ever there were not as many 
ill as previously on the 
Mediterranean. The ocean 
Genicaot Kitchen and Mess Hall had just swell enough 

to maintain its respectabil- 
ity The fellows worked into the routine of the day firmly resolving if they ever 
saw that European shore again it would be through the windows of a first class 

03 There was no Reveille as on the Lapland but the fellows got up with the first 
bugle and staggered around the wash rooms through first call, shouting "Here 
when Assembly was blown although Sgt. Formon slept peacefully on upon top 
of a table on the deck above. After the debris of breakfast was cleared away 
and the hard rolls had been thrown into the sea, the Battery scattered over the 
deck. Some went up on the decks and watched the water and talked. Others 
huddled in the warm passageway beside the kitchens and slept, while the rest 
spread their khaki blankets over the tables, got out their matches and went to 
work. In the middle of the morning some unfortunate sergeant would go down 
to the ship canteen where Sgt. Schwartz and Lt. Foltz were working in the stale 
air distributing canteen supplies. The Battery would line up in the cramped 
space of the mess Hall for their chance at the ten Hershey bars and many packages 
of gum and cigarettes. At ten o'clock Sgt. Formon would rout out as many as 
he could of the fellows lying around their bunks and assemble the Battery on the 
forward deck where they had physical exercises if the weather permitted. While 
the battery was stumbling around on deck the Captain accompanied the ship 
commander and the Colonel through the quarters looking for orange peels and 
neglected soldiers. 

Dinner was always a matter of grave speculation. Besides the macaroni and 



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the hard rolls there was sure to be meat and something else. Now just what 
was that something else to be? Often times the men were not even sure of it 
when it was brought to them. It might be peas or beans or any other vegetable. 
After the macaroni was thrown overboard the men struck out to pilfer a book 
from someone or draw up in mysterious lines before the ships kitchens where the 
odor of broiling steak seemed to have a strange fascination for them For it would 
be hours sometimes before they would leave and then their mess kits which before 
were not in evidence were now in plain sight. After supper, except for a few profes- 
sionals who still had use for their blankets and a few who lingered about the deck, 
.the Battery crawled off to bed, some on table tops, some nestled together in the 
hatchway like belated Shropshires. 

For the first three days out of Gibraltar the ocean behaved itself tolerably 
well and very few were ill. On Monday, however, a series of storms came up 
which lasted throughout the week. The spray came up over the forward deck 
so that quite to the delight of the Battery, physical exercises were unprofitable. 
Gradually the men disappeared below decks where they lay around and tried to 
sleep. Twice the Battery was on guard, watching latrines and kitchen passages. 
Except for an occasional new case of mumps there was nothing to break the mono- 
tony. The ship passed a few boats and the men amused themselves watching 
fellows get ducked by unexpected waves. Boat drill was discontinued very early 
in the trip so they did not even have the "Call to Arms" to break up the day. 

On leaving Gibraltar the men expected to arrive in New York the second Satur- 
day, but Friday night found them out under the threatening skies with no sign 
whatever of land. When the vessel travelled thirteen knots an hour in the Medi- 
terranean, Bongard was sure that this was merely a precautionary measure taken 
against possible mines, and that she was capable of generating twenty knots. 
However on entering the ocean she continued at the same rate of speed. The men 
went down into the hot engine room where they were told the boat could go only 
16 knots per hour. She seldom reached this rate for any length of time. When 
the rough weather was encountered the speed was greatly diminished. Saturday 
passed and the vessel was prophesied to arrive Monday. On Monday she was 
still many hundred knots from her destination. The only encouragement was 
that the weather became slightly colder. The fellows got out their overcoats 
feeling infinitely better. They were in a home atmosphere at least. Far off to 
the left in a storm the fellows saw a flash of lightning. "Good old Yankee thunder," 
the men cried as they heard the muffled growl. Home seemed a reality for the 
first time. Whatever might happen at Mills they would be in America anyway. 
In those blustery days a gradual change came over the fellows. Somehow that 
old civilian personality which had gotten warped and twisted by their army ex- 
perience, came back to them. They ceased more or less to be cannoneers, drivers 
or special detail men and their thoughts were wrapped up in their previous employ- 
ments. Many had held positions formerly of more responsibility than the ones 
they held in the army. The younger men who had obtained a more important 
position in the battery than they had before, were not going to be contented to 
go back to the same kind of work which they had left. The others by their army 
experience had begun to appreciate the opportunities they had had in their civilian 
business. All had gained a new viewpoint. It is true that they had lost their 
old personalities, but they had built up new ones which the old life of discipline 
had strengthened somehow. In submitting themselves to the best interests of 
the whole and in the fight to maintain as much of their ownselves as possible, 
they had increased instead of lost their individuality. They had not realized 
this until out there on the ocean when they struck a fresh invigorating northern 
atmosphere. Then they set to planning out what they were going to do after 
the little breathing spell they had planned for themselves. They felt they had 
lost over a year in their business or work, yet they felt fully capable of making 
it up. 

Thursday morning found the old "Duca d'Aosta" sliding along through the 

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quiet water en even keel. Even the ground swell was scarcely noticeable in the 
lazv ocean. The men crowded the for so long abandoned forward deck and stretch- 
ed 'their necks seeking land. In the afternoon several vessels appeared, the old 
liner actually passed one of these up. A low strip of land showed up all at once 
through a misty drizzle. At dusk the boat entered the outer harbor and cast 
anchor off Governors Island. A few minutes later the fellows heard a train roaring 
on its way along shore— Oh Boy! In the morning the last batch of hard rolls 
was thrown overboard, the men looked about for their extra lacings and tied up 
their well worn fatigue suits in their roll. Up the steel steps they climbed drag- 
ging their heavy packs. It did not seem possible that the trip was over They 
slipped past the statue they had talked so much about, in the blue of the dawn 
when al! the buildings of Manhattan looked purple in the smoke haze which sur- 
rounded them. There was the dock with a doughboy band and a detachment 
of Red Cross misses to greet them. The boat was swung around into its berth 
with Italian oaths ringing out above the band. The men waited and waited while 
the Red Cross pelted" them with oranges and newspapers and representatives of 
the telegraph companies took messages for all the aunts, cousins, uncles, wives, 
mothers, fathers and maiden friends of the battery. The Battery disembarked 
at the 59th street pier and ferried over to Weekawken where it took a really truly 
train to Creskill, N. Y. Up through the comfortable livable village they tramped 
to the "dirtv" or receiving camp at Merritt. The whole battery was here with 
the exception of Horal who had become very ill on the boat and had been left in 
a hospital to recuperate. The men lay around and ate pie and sent additional 
telegrams all Wednesday night. Thursday, they went through another "mill" 
standing around for twenty minutes in the clothes to be steam dried, then hustling 
about getting things exchanged. 

They contrasted their thoughts at this time with those of the other occasion 
when they were in New York. Then all seemed so uncertain which was now so 
clear. They had wondered at the adventure ahead of them, wondered whether 
they would prove fit and if they would survive, and it had all been so different. 
The trial had not come to them, yet they had found so many difficulties of which 
they had not dreamed. Now that it was all over, it seemed so simple. All the 
maze of detail had blurred away so that there was little left except a few ridiculous 
incidents. So much of the stay in France; so much of the trip back which had 

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seemed dreadfully serious at the time, now that they were in prosaic America, 
seemed just a matter to laugh over. 

Thoroughly renovated, they were moved over to the clean barracks. Here 
they were free, but they did not perform any of the orgies they had planned to 
stage upon their arrival back in America. They gazed on the natural, matter 
of fact looking American without breaking out in any ecstacies. They bought 
a Hershey bar or so, but they left the canteen with its stock apparent ly quite 
intact. They ventured to the gates but none of them boarded the 8 o'clock train 
for Chicago. Three big events happened in the course of their stay at the clean 
barracks. They received all their back mail for two months, Bill Grange fixed 
up a feed, and the fort}' Minnesota men were separated from the Battery and 
sent to Camp Dodge, Des Moines, Iowa. With them went Lieut. Whitney. Lt. 
Lunt. whose home was in the East, was the first member of "E" Battery to be 
mustered out. He received his discharge just before the men left for Camp Dodge. 
Between buying pies at Mer- 
ritt Hall and going on pass to 
N:w York, the fellows spent 
the six days at Merritt before 
they knew it, and on Tuesday, 
Feb. nth they were atDumont 
waiting for the Pullmans to 
move out. It was a treat to 
be in really truly cars. It 
seemed a far cry to the old 
days when the Battery fought 
for its bunch of straw in the 
old "Homines 40, Chevaux X" 
They had a glimpse of the 
Hudson at sunset, passing 
along the river past West 
Point and turning west at 
Congers. They awoke at Syra- 
cuse and detrained at Roches- 
ter. Then on through the 

little towns that looked for all the world like home with the children scuffling in 
the street and the vigorous old farmers riding by with their empty milk cans, 
accompanied by tittering, self conscious girls and complacent middle aged matrons. 
They saw Niagara again, this time in daylight and fringed with ice. From here 
they entered Canada passing through Hamilton where night set in. They awoke 
at South Bend, Indiana, rattled through Valparaiso and arrived at the Polk St. 
Station, Chicago in the middle of the morning. Here they detrained and proceeded 
across town to the 1st 111. Infantry Armory. Then in a downpour of rain marched 
through the loop in a column of platoons. They went down Michigan Ave.^ past 
Gen. Wood and the Colonel who stood in a Reviewing stand by the Art Institute. 
At the Librarv they went west to State street, followed State to Jackson then up 
La Salle, past the 'Rookery Building where Captain Stuart's office force leaned 
dangerously far out of the windows. A welcome dinner was enjoyed at the La 
Salle Hotel. Then a brief dance at the armory. 

At nine o'clock they arrived at Grant. As they tramped up the long cold 
street it seemed like any other perpetually moist camp of France. They entered 
thebarracks,unslungtheirpacksandthrewthemdown. One by one all the hopes 
which had blossomed out in regard to Camp Grant were blighted. There was 
always some order about clothing or something which held the fellows in Camp 
after supper. The men were so full of plans of what they were going to do when 
out of the service that they begrudged every minute in the camp. Much to their 
own surprise they did not lose "all discipline but hustled about quite as obediently 
as ever. They had a physical examination and went through the proper work 

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mill. A farewell banquet was staged Wednesday night at the Elks Club where 
there were speeches and much of the old line. 

When it came to mustering out, the men found it a very prosaic event after 
all. Westerbo and Sgt. Quimby, Ross and Sgt. Quick, Tillman and Corp. Ritsher, 
all very submissively left the realm of martial law and went their way without 
any Phillipics against militarism, without any torrents of wild abuse being hurled 
against unfortunate non-coms and officers. Corp. Brokish, Sgt. Smith, Formon and 
the Captain peacefully went their several ways without their lives being en- 
dangered whatsoever. 

There was only one thing left in the minds of the men of what had been the 
Battery, it was not vengeance, no, nor even the thought of a good square meal, 
it was Home! 

Fitz went up to Duluth and his business, Davy Thompson set off with every 
intention of going out to Wyoming. Ross Grim left to make up lost time on 

"E's" Playground on the "Duca" 

the farm in which he had already put so much work and thought. Barnes made 
a line for Grand Forks and Sgt. Formon hit for Byron, 111. It seemed as though 
the Battery had scattered to the winds and yet the men were nearer to one another 
than they had ever been before. Now that the work was done and the little 
annoyances of the everyday grind forgotten, the men could only remember how 
closelv they had lived together and how intimately they had come to know each 
other.' They were different men from the fellows that set off for Camp Grant 
in the course of the last year and a half. They had grown as a result of being 
with one another. The friendships which had sprung up almost unconsciously 
were deeper rooted than they ever dreamed. They had felt, each one of them, 
when they came into the army, that they were going among strangers who would 
not understand them and who would make their life disagreeable. It was hard 
to forget themselves and think in terms of the group. Now, as they were leaving, 

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a strange feeling came over them. They wondered who was left that they knew 
back home, and then the truth dawned on them. — they had come to feel a de- 
pendence on the companionship of the Battery. Each felt the need of the associa- 
tions of these men for the best that was in him. 

:-ady come, and he was going home 

He realized that this development had 
the bigger for the associations. 

"E" Battery was going to have its battle to fight out after all, not 
but out there in the prosaic fields and offices of the Central States. 


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The Colonel calls the Major 
When he wants something done, 
And the Major calls the Captain 
And starts him on the run. 

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The Captain then gets busy, 
And strives to make it suit, 
By shifting all the baggage 
On a shavetail Second Lieut. 



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The said Lieutenant ponders, 
And strokes his smooth young jaw, 
Then calls a trusty Sergeant. 
To him lays down the law. 





The Sergeant calls the Corporal, 
Explains how it must be, 
Then the Corporal calls the Private, 
And that poor Private's me. 

First cry on landing in the States — "When do we eat?" 


(Tune: Good-by, girls, I'm through) 

Good-by, nags, 'Im through, 
Each plug that I have met, 
I'll say "Good-by to you" 
Without the least regret. 


I'm through with equitation, 

You've no more fascination. 

From stables we are free. 

"Good-by, guns, good-by, nags 

Of Battery "E". 

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'Unanimously elected) 

The best K. P Sullivan 

Most popular detail ..... Delouser 

Best natured man ..... Bill Grange 

Biggest eater ...... Slim Vaughn 

Best job in Btry. ...... Stable Sgt. 

Favorite amusement . . . Change Post, Harch 

Most popular bugle call ..... Soupy 

Most unpopular bugle call .... Reveille 

Favorite gun ...... American 3 inch 

Laziest man ...... Rinehart 

Biggest rumor spreader ... Finley 

Lady's man ...... Davy Thompson 

Gets up earliest ..... St. Lawrence 

Sleeps loudest ..... Cleopatra Olson 

Best singer ..... Constabule Brewer 

Most conscientious worker . . . Corp. Sibley 

Most military appearance .... Sgt. Frisco 

Best country struck yet .... America 

Best gold bricker ...... Gundersen 

Favorite game ..... Squads East 


1st — Always first. 
2nd — Up and at 'em. 
3rd — Back seat for none 
4th — Efficiency. 
5th — Fighting 5th. 
6th — The policers. 
7th — Kitchen stars. 
8th — All for the chief. 
9th — Gold-brickers. 
Spl. Detail — Follow us. 


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his 191 7 Thanksgiving pass? 

when Slade fired No. 4 gun? 

when Chung played the piano all night? 

Dillon carrying Vaughn's pack from Romsey to Southampton? 

when Rinehart got hungry for pigs feet? 

the night the Vin sisters and Madame Cognac attended our Hallowe'en 

our first hike? 

Corp. Baker mounting the wooden horses? 

Lt. Bauer's lectures on horses? 

when Brokish and Bongard came back from Chicago. 

the day Corp. Swancutt joined the aviators? 

John Olson's night singing? 

Stanley at equitation? 

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'You got easy talking, but that ain't got nothing to say." — Wenzl. 

'I'll make it five tuffer" — Weatherly. 

'I guess you's don't want to do that, do you?" — Formon. 

'Didn't think I'd like it at fust, but sure I don't mind it now." — Kneeland. 

"Well, I guess it's none of your dam business." — Kaufman. 

"This is for my buddies." — Dad. 

"Just like down town only not so crowded." — Kessel. 

"Straight goods." — Cockroft. 

"Is that clear to you? Are there any questions?" — Capt. 

"Oh heck."— John M. 

"We'll all re-enlist — " Fletcher. 

"Now for Speed." — Lt. Allen. 

'"Od Damn."— Herbie. 

"Put me on sick call." Sib, when a hike is mentioned. 

"Work on him." — Whit. 

"Fall out in five minutes, shelter half, tent poles, and pins." — Lt. Bauer. 

"Just jimmy this around a little." — Lt. Foltz 

"Just a moment people." — Frisco. 

"Boys, Boys." — Grange. 

"Har, Har, Har."— Bill Miller. 

"Father savs to me, sez he, 'Son' — " — Newcomb. 

Btrv. E's lucky 5th— June 5th, 1917 we registered. Sept. 5, 1917 Btry E's 
first contingent arrived. Sept. 5th, 1918 we left Camp Robinson. Oct. 5, 1918 
we arrived in France. Best of all, Feb. 5, 1919 we disembarked at New York. 



Sir, my General Orders are: 

1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy in view. 

2. To watch my plate in a military manner, keeping always on the alert for 
any stray bacon which may come within sight or hearing. 

3. To report to the Mess Sgt. any bread or rice or red beans not eaten. 

4. To repeat all calls for seconds. 

5. To quit the table only when properly satisfied there is nothing left. 

6. To receive, but not to pass on to the man next to me, any meat, cabbage, 
or prunes left by the Non-coms, buck privates, or cooks. 

7. To talk to no one who asks for onions. 

8. In case of fire in the Mess Hall to grab all eatables left by the others in 
their escape. 

9. To allow no one to come near my table. 

10. In any case not covered by instructions call Lt. Foltz. 

11. To salute all pork chops, beef steak, ham and eggs, and chocolate cake. 

12. To be especially watchful at all times and during the meal times to challenge 
any person or party who may get a bigger feed than I do. 

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Wanted: A big assortment of garden seeds. Cook Lindner. 

If you want to know the fastest speed a train can go from Milwaukee to Chicago 
ask Lt. Allen. 

Kaufman's riddle — Where can I get it? 

What were the necessities of the Camp Grant-Robinson hike? Jakowlew, 
Moberg and Brokish. 

If you want to know how to get a car all for yourself ask Murphy. 

Great government sale — to be auctioned off, one 1918 pack saddle, F. C. Foltz 

For anything on pigeons (not chickens) ask Corp. Moldenhauer. 

Found: That it is not possible to make one pancake big enough for Vaughn. 


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Roll, roll, roll over the rails of France, 

See the world and its map unfurled. 

Five centimes in your pants. 

What a noble trip, jolt and jog and jar, 

40 we with Equipment E 

In one flat-wheeled box car. 

We are packed by hand, shoved aboard in team 

Pour a little oil on us and we would be sardines. 


Rations — Oh, la, la, and how we love the man 

Who learned to intern our chow 

In a cold and clammy can. 

Beans and beef and beans, beef and beans and beef, 

Willy raw, he will win the war, 

Take in your belt a reef. 

Mess kits flown the coop, cups gone up the spout, 

Use your thumbs for issue forks, and pass the bull about. 

Hit the floor for bunks, six hommes in one hommes place, 

It's no fair to the bottom layer to kick him in the face. 

"Move the corporal's feet out of my left ear." 

"Lay off Sarge you are much too large, 

"I'm not a bed sack, dear." 

"Lift my head up please from this bag of bread, 

"Put it on somebody's chest, then I'll sleep like the dead. 

Roll, roll, roll. Yammer and snore and fight. 

Travelling Zoo the whole day through, 

And bedlam half the night. 

Four days in the cage, going from hither hence, 

Ain't it great to ride by freight, 

At good old Unc's expense? 



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Held at the Elk's Club, Rockford, Wednesday Evening, February 19, 1919 

Toast Master & Mess Sergeant W. L. Grange 

Why are We Here .... Calamity Jane 

Why is a Hike W.M.Allen 

Why is a Gold Brick Gundersen 

Sunny France in a Box Car .... Barnes 

Why is a Private Fitzgerald 

Rumors or Telegrams ..... Kelly 

The Old Battery Brossard 

Beans and Everything in France . Foltz 

Why is a Stable Sergeant Overseas . Toltzien 

Electioneering Speech ... . Brewer 

Right Dress Formon 

6th Section Police Up Clark 

My Battery Stuart 


When they ask us 

How dangerous it was 

They'll never believe us 

They'll never believe us 
We spent our pay in some cafe 
And fought wild women all the day 
T'was the hardest war there ever was. 
And when they ask us 
And they are certainly going to ask us 
Why we did not win the Croix de Guerre 
We'll have to tell them 
Yes, we certainly have to tell them 
There was a front but d d if we know where. 


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Jjaugcn, (Clmrr 

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Captain Harold L. Myers 

Born Aug. 27, 1887 at Chicago, 111. Graduated from the University of Illinois 
in 1909 and entered the insurance business in Chicago. Enlisted in 191 5 in the 
1st F. A. Illinois National Guard and served on the border in 1916 as a corporal 
in Battery E. Commissioned Captain of Field Artillery Aug. 15, 1917 at the 
1st R. O.'T. C. Ft. Sheridan. Assigned to Battery "F" Sept. I, 1917 and com- 
manded that batterv till the regiment was mustered out. Graduated from Ft. 
Sill School of Fire in May, 1918. 

331 L 1 Field Artillery, 

First Lieut. Jerome B. Grigg 

Born May 22, 1895 at Mount Holly, N. J. Attended 
the University of Illinois until the border trouble in 
1916. Served in Texas with Battery F of the 1st F. A. 
Illinois National Guard. Commissioned 2nd Lieut- 
enant of Field Artillery Aug. 15, 1917 at the 1st R. 
O. T. C. Ft. Sheridan. Commissioned 1st Lieutenant 
December 31, 1917. With Headquarters Co. and 
Supply Co. before being assigned to Battery "F" 
Oct. 12, 1918. Executive officer. 

First Lieut. Edward Eisner 

Born Oct. 17, 1889 at Champaign, 111. Attended 
the University of Illinois and the Royal Hungarian 
Academy, Budapest, Hungary. Was a Sergeant in 
the 1st F. A. Illinois National Guard on the border 
in 1916. Commissioned 2nd Lieutenant of Field 
Artillery Aug. 15, 1917, at the 1st R. O. T. C. Ft. 
Sheridan. Assigned to Battery F Sept. 1st 1917. 
Promoted to 1st Lieutenant Oct. 18, 1918. In charge 
of Department "B." 

2nd Lieut. Roeert T. Walker 

Born March 21, 1894. at Hinsdale, 111. Graduated 
from the Sheffield Scientific School, Yale University 
in 1916. Commissioned 2nd Lieut, of Field Artillery 
Aug. 15, 1917 at the 1st R. O. T. C. Ft. Sheridan. 
Assigned to Battery F Sept. 1, 1917- Reconnaissance 

2nd Lieut. George A. Chandler 

Bum May 16, 1897 at Providence R. I. Served 
on the border with Battery A 1st F. A. Rhode Island 
National Guard. Sailed for France Oct. 9, 191 7 a 
Sergeant in the same regiment, now known as the 
103rd F. A. Served in the Chemin des Dames and 
Toul sectors from Feb. 10, 1918 until June 27, 1918. 
Commissioned 2nd Lieutenant of Field Artillery Sept. 
1, 1918 at the Officers Training School, Saumur, France. 
Assigned to Battery "F" Oct. 12, 1918. Assistant 
Executive Officer. 


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33 1 S J Field Artillery,/^ 

Officers Assigned to Battery "F" 

Capt. Harold L. Myers— Sept. I, 1917 to Feb. 19, 1919 date of Discharge. 

1st Lieut. Edward Eisner— Sept. 1, 1917 to Feb. 19, 1919 date of Discharge. 

2nd Lieut. Robert T. Walker— Sept. I, 1917 to Feb. 19, 1919. 

2nd Lieut. Leon W. Mitchell— Sept. I, 1917 to Apr. 30, 1918. 

Capt. William B. Weston— Sept. 1, 1917 to Feb. 14, 1918. 

1st Lieut. Walter H. Radermacher— Feb. 14, 1918 to Oct. 12, 1918. 

1st Lieut. John B. Simmons — Feb. 14, 1918 to Oct. 12, 1918. 

2nd Lieut. George A. Chandler— Sept. 15, 1918 to Feb. 19, 1919. 

1st Lieut. Jerome B. Grigg— Oct. 12, 1918 to Feb. 12, 1919. 

Officers Attached to Battery "F" 

1st Lieut. Walter C. Nolting 
1st Lieut. Stephen W. Collins 
1st Lieut. John C. Hendee 
2nd Lieut. Ralph C. Frew 
2nd Lieut. Vernon M. Welch 
2nd Lieut. Melverne C. Cole 

Roster of Battery "F" 

First Sergeant 
McNally, William B. 
Supply Sergeant 
Osterndorf, Fred P. 
Mess Sergeant 
Nelson, Arvid T. 
Stable Sergeant 
Higgins, James H. 


Amundsen, Randolph A. 
Boebel, Theodore H. 
Brown, Fred E. 
Lovell, Ralph H. 
Lorenz, Adolph O. 
Richardson, Albert M. 
Syvrud, John T. 
Niemer, Joseph H. 
Woerner, Gustave 
Kislingbury, William 
Fischer, Frank J. 

Bennett, Glenn 
Weed, Charles W. 
Evans, Roy T. 
Schlotthauer, Julius 
Droessler, William J. 
Mackley, Roy C. 

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Kohn, Charles W. 
Peart, William M. 
Larkin, Philip 
Minor, Martin 
Voss, Edwin W. 
Sorum, Pasko 0. 
Wall, Emmet E. 
Thompson, Clement F. 
Elliott, Robert H. 
Schriber, Conrad C. 
Kellermann, George R. 
Bookwalter, Claude R. 
Johnson, Henry H. 
Billings, John T. 
Ivey, William C. 
Peter, Edward 
Bradley, Clifford M. 
Webster, Maxwell 

Chief Mechanic 
Yeadon, Carl 

Bridges, Daniel B 
Burrows, William L. 
Haverland, Bernard H. 

Baebler, William 
Taylor, Hugh A. 
Larson, Conrad A. 


Snider, Frederick L. 
Wall, Irving F. 
Schonhoff, Joseph B. 
Becklund, Edward E. 


Walter, Joseph W. 


La Bounty, George W. 
Payne, William R. 
Showalter, Claude D. 

Privates First Class 
Anderson, Oscar E. 
Backman, John 
Barr, George E. 
Brown, Nicholas 
Burgmeier, Joseph 
Carlson, Axel R. 
Carr, Horace 
Casey, Robert M. 
Chyska, James 
Clark, Lester L. 
Conrad, John W. 
Cook, Bert A. 
Deshaw, Irven 
Ely, Melvin P. 
Ergenbright, Roy E. 
Franceen, Clarence B. 


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Frese, John W. 
( Jarthwaite, Melvin C. 
Garthwaite, Milton D. 
< Ira) carek, Stephen 
Heale) , Horace G. 
Healy, George U. 
Heal}', Romain D. 
Hellmer, Frank H. 
Hiland, Leo W. 
Hill, Lee A. 
Hines, Edward 
Kersten, George G. 
Klingebiel, Christian F. 
Kruse, Arthur H. 
Larson, Lloyd P. 
Lewis, Calvin L. 
McDermott, Morris L. 
Mclntyre, Hervey J. 
Melchert, Otto 
Meyers, John L. 
Micken, Matthew P. 
Nelson, George W. 
Olhaber, Walter F. 
Oliver, Harry 
Olund, Arthur G. 
Pfeiffer, Lorenz W. 
Rice, George H. 
Rtinde, Elmer A. J. 
Sersch, George 
Shipley, Donhold H. 
Toohey, Martin I. 


Adams, Geoffrey W. 
Amundson, Alfred C. 
Anderson, Alfred C. 
Anderson, Rudolph J. 
Austin, Fred L. 
Bennett, Charles 
Beranek, Yaro 

Berg, Roy M. 
Berlik, Steve 
Binns, Charles E. 
Bontly, Otto 
Bookhart, James A. 
Bracht, George C. 
Brantner, Adolph L. 
Budden, Frank G. 
Cohen, Oscar 
Couture, Peter S. 
Crowe, Fred L. 
Dasher, John J. 
Drager, Lawrence A. 
Dreuttle, Theodore Tr. 
Eberhardt, George W. 
Erber, John G. 
Felgen, Clarence F. 
Fiedler, Alban B. 
Finney, Edward J. 
Fletcher, William S. 
Frey, Augusl H. 
Frost, August E. 
Fussy, Joseph F. 
Garner, Harry L. 
Gaulrapp, Frederick L. 
Glasby, Daniel 
Gustafson, Wthur J. 
Hamilton, William L. 
Hassett, William H. 
Hein, Andrew E. 
Herman, Arthur J. 
Hinchliff, William 
Hinze, Emil C. 
Holmes, Albert H. 
Hoyt, James A. 
Hughes, Roy C. 
Johnson, Harry V. 
Koecke, Archie R. 
Lehman, William T. 
Lemp, Harold P. 

Lillegaard, Peter L. 
Lodge, Charles E. 
Loncki, Ambrose 
Loomis, Elmer 
Lundberg, Conrad E. 
Malcolm', Herbert A. 
Martens, Fred P. H. 
Mast, Lewis E. 
McFarland, Morgan 
McMullen, Francis E. 
Miller, Walter R. 
Mower, Gilbert E. 
Neil, Alban W. 
Norris, Albert W. 
Palmer, Arthur C. 
Robley, Herbert E. 
Rubendall, Daniel D. 
Saathoff, Minet J. 
Scamihorn, Fred T. 
Schaeffner, William F. 
Schneider, Henry 
Schwallbach, Iver A. 
Sedam, Claude L. 
Scraper, Jesse 
Shafto, Clarence M. 
Shaulis, Chester W. 
Shoger, Harry M. 
Sierens, Raymond 
Stahnke, Edward 
Stemler, Fred P. 
Stickrod, Ray H. 
Stiegelmever, Andrew H. 
Stoddard,' Lee A. 
Suter, Thomas S. 
Szvagzdis, George 
Taylor, Jay S. 
Wagner, Joseph F. 
Wagner, Paul H. 
Weber, Nicholas P. 
Wolfrom, Louis Jr. 

Men Transferred Before Armistice 
From Battery "F" 

Abraham, Lincoln Jr. 
Ableiter, Arthur H. 
Adams, Geoffrey W. 
Addison, Burnell 
Ames, Edward B. 
Aweda, Alley 
Baima, Dominick B. 
Bakken, Henry H. 
Banfield, Melvin T. 
Barlow, Spencer W. 
Barr, George E. 

Barrett, Joseph 
Bartels, Oliver R. 
Baumler, Charles V. 
Baxter, Albert R. 
Becker, Ernest 
Beckett, George U. 
Beesecker, Arthur L 
Benish, Edward G. 
Bennett, Jacob 
Bates, Gav 
Bollerud, Orville A. 

Bowman, Melvin 
Brechler, Harry A. 
Brockman, Arthur W. 
Brown, Sydney 
Busjahn, Ernest 
Chipman, John 
Clearv, Hugh 
Cluckey, Paul J. 
Coonrad, Lester R. 
Coulthard, Lloyd T. 
Cox, Everett 

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Field Artillery, 

Cummings, Harold E. 
Dalsing, George 
Davis, John C. 
Dersch, Edwin E. 
Dilonardo, James 
DobrefT, Christ 
Draves, Charles H. 
Draves, Leonard 
Dresen, Arnold A. 
Duggan, Alvin E. 
Dunphy, Richard V. 
Eastman, Willard H. 
Ecker, Clarence W. 
Engels, Frank J. 
Evans, Thomas L. 
Fingerson, Fred C. 
Fischer, George W. 
Foht, Edward F. 
Foner, John E. 
Frey, August 
Frost, Joseph R. 
Garthwaite, Carl E. 
Gast, Otto W. 
Geotz, George \\ . 
Gfeller, Samuel 
Gilman, Carl C. 
Gindlin, Bennke 
Godfrey, John B. 
Godfrey, Leroy 
Graber, Urban L. 
Gray, Ralph H. 
Groom, Willis 
Hareid, Oscar R. 
Harris, Frank D. 
Haugen, Elmer 
Hefty, Henry 
Hefty, Thomas 
Heller, Yuri 
Hirsch, Walter 
Hodgson, Benjamin F. 
Hoesly, Charles J. 
Hbrwitz, Leo H. 
Howard, Charles E. 
Hughes, John E. 
Hughes, Thomas P. 
Hutchinson, James P. 
Irish, Burton L. 

Jackson, Carl E. 
Jackson, Dalvin W. 
Jackson, Raymond S. 
Johnson, Elmer 
Johnson, John B, 
Johnson, Joseph E. 
J,, ncs, Clifford M. 
Julian, Oscar A. 
) uls. in, Edward T. 
Kane, Clement F. 
Kaplan, Abraham 
Kastner, Emil 
Keating John W. 
Kennedy, Earl R. 
Kitto, Joseph 
Klingele, Fred J. 
Kneebone, William 
Kolman, Homer F. 
Kovar, Frank J. 
Kreiser, Earl 
Kretchman, Leo 
Kreul, Joseph R. 
Kusch, Albert G. 
Leary, Daniel B. 
Leigh. John B. 
Liddle, Thomas F 
Linley, Frank 
Lippolt, Charles J. 
Losev, Oscar G. 
Manual, Matthew R. 
Manser, Albert R. 
Markus, Herbert ]. 
Marshall, Harry 
McEvoy, John J. 
McDermott, Thomas 
Merrill, Harry L. 
Meier, Walter 
Meyer, Theodore C. 
Michel, Carl 
A Less, Lawrence N. 
Miller, Elmer M. 
Mineff, Domino P. 
Mulligan, Edward D. 
Murley, Fred B. 
Myrhagen, Thomas 
Narveson, Herman N. 
Negus, Wesley 

Nehls, Joseph 
Nelson, Rhodan 
Oswald, Julius J. 
Owens, William F. 
Patterson, Arthur C. 
Peterson, Alvin H. 
Pickel, Chris J. 
Pope, Frank A. 
Popovitch, John 
Primasing, Leo A. 
Richardson, Gaige S. 
Roach, Leslie 
Roseman, Paul J. 
Rule, Glen B. 
Rumpf, Edward G. 
Russell, Edward J. 
Schaaf, Mathias F. 
Schmelz, Paul P. 
Schwingle, Elmer H. 
Sieber, Fred 
Slopak, John 
Smith, Allen 
Sporle, Philip 
Stanek, John J. 
Steindorf, Carl E. 
Steinmann, Ernest 
Stenerson, Gordon L. 
Stitzer, Wilbur E. 
Sullivan, John L. 
Sunney, Joseph 
Symmons, Luman J. 
Tenney, Horatio 
Teuscher, Godfrey 
Thompson, Delos 
Tonkin, Thomas E. 
Tucker, Frank 
Tucker, Warren E. 
Tyler, Albert H. 
Lilsrude, Clarence J. 
Vesperman, Walter 
Webber, Harry E. 
Weisheit, Ernest H. 
Wepking, Alfred G. 
Whitford, Harrv M. 
White, Charles H. 
Wonn, Harry W. 
Wysong, Harry P. 


Top Row— McNally, Kellermann, Amundson, Weber, Johnson, Budden, Wagner, Bennett, Lillegaard. 
Second Row — Toohey, Hill, Healy, Evans, Crowe, Droessler, Hein. 
Third Row— Webster, Bennett, Weed, Larson, Lewis, Runde, Lehmann. 
Bottom Rom— Hinze, Burgmeier, Wall, Hoyt, Frost, Hellmer. 

Top Row— Satthoff, Robley, Herman, Miller, Rubendall, Billings, Taylor, Ivey, Stickrod, Pfeiffer, Casey, Schonhoff, Snide 
Second Row— Bookhart, Malcolm, Graycarek, Peart, Hughes, Olhaber, Minor, Holmes, Mower. 
Third Row— Fussy, Ergenbright, Loomis, Nelson, Hiland, Oliver, Beranek, Norris, Larkin, Sierens. 
Bottom Row—Lorem, Lovell, Syvrud, Niemer, Fischer, Kislingbury, Fletcher. 

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i«y^ ^"V 

i^jji ^ 

Top i?oeo— Loncki, Lundberg, Gustafson, Shaulis, Klingebiel, Gaulrapp, Rice, Couture, Johnson, Palmer, Schwallbach, Bonth 
Second Row— Austin, Wolfram, Garthwaite, Hinchliff, Conrad, Finney, Deshaw, Frese, Drager, McMul'en. 
Third Row— Clark, Kersten, Kohn, Meyers, Martens, Mackley, Mclntyre, Ely, Hines. 
Bottom Row— Stahnke, Suter, Kruse, Micken, Thompson, Richardson, Boebel. 

Top Row— Olund, Baebler, Schneider, Wall, Walter, Nelson, McDermott, Stiegelmeyer, Taylor 
Second Row— Franceen, Anderson, Sorum, Chyska, Schaeffner, Berg, Lodge, Eberhardt. 
Third Row— Felgen, Sersch, Brown, Healy, Stoddard, Bachman, Szvagzdis, Bridges. 
Bottom Row— Yeadon, Osterndorf. Higgins, La Bounty, Mast. 


\ 331!! Field Artillery, 




The big Q. M. truck jolted out along Kishwaukee road. Eleven men gazed 
out at the sunset and the dust clouds, now and then holding each other to keep 
from falling. No one spoke. The Lieutenant in front did not turn his head. 

A row of bare buildings came into view; then block on block of unpainted, 

barracks. The road led thru a mile or so of these strange regular blocks. Each 

man's eyes took in all, trying to understand his new surroundings. But they 

did not talk. Their minds' were too full of other things, — these eleven new men. 

The truck halted; the Lieutenant vaulted down. "Here we are, jump out!" 

Battery "F" began its history. 

Eleven, plain, ordinary young Americans they were. That morning, the 5th 
of Sept. 1917, the Grant' County clerk, the baggage man, and the usual small 
town loiterers had bid them farewell at Lancaster, Wis. No band, no confetti, 
no cheering crowds had seen them off. There was no veteran in the group to tell 
them what was in store for them. 

"Follow me." "Take two blankets." "Not one or three. Take two." "Here's 
a bed tick." "Form a single line. There will be enough for all of you." All 
of this from a stranger in uniform who was evidently a General or a Lieutenant 
or something. At feast, he spoke as if he were absolutely sure that there was 
no man in that group to contradict him. So there was an hour or more of this 
waiting in lines, and wading more than ankle deep in real mud, until finally the 
time came when each collected some mysterious hardware — a covered pan, a tin 
vessel, and a knife, fork and spoon. "That's your mess kit," they were informed. 
Thereupon these eleven men, just like four million more, tried to solve the puzzle 
of the Army cups that LTncle Sam hands out to his pets. 

"Has each man got a mess kit?" They looked around sheepishly, no one 
venturing an answer. "Very well then; go in and get something to eat," and 
he of the uniform pointed to the mess hall. 

You guessed it, — stew and prunes. Still, every recruit knows that after his 
first mess of hot Mulligan, near Java, and prunes he feels like a veteran. Truth 
is the first portion doesn't really taste half bad. It isn't until at least two weeks 
later that the average recruit develops the famous hate for stew. 

"That isn't so bad," offered Moxie Webster, and McNally sang out, "Hell, 
I've had worse many a time and enjoyed it too," and from then on the reserve 
was broken. 

"Atta boy, Atta boy. You're in the Army now," the First 111. Inf. had called 
to them. What wouldn't one of them have given to be back home just then with 
his feet warm and dry under the family table. In the jumble of ideas that pile 
thru the rookies head there is one great big thought, the thought of Home. 

"When you are finished with that supper, come out here," came the command 
from another Uniform; and they filed out into the "Recreation Room," wondering 
what new mystery was in store there. 

"I hope they don't make us go out in all that rain and mud again." 

"Look at me, I'm soaked clear thru," and they filed in doubtfully. 

"This way," said the Uniform. "What's your waist measure? It doesn't 
matter what size shoes you used to wear, we're going to give you shoes that fit," 
and so on until they were measured up for uniforms. 


A 531 1 1 Field Artillery, f 

"Now before you go out, each man take one of these cards; fill in your name 
and send it to your mother or your wife; remember now, your wife or your mother. 
The barkeeper can wait until tomorrow. Drop the cards in the box when you 
are done, and then you can all go to bed." They were tired, pretty tired, these 
eleven boys, and with little fuss they rolled over onto the springs that then seemed 
hard, but' which they learned later to regard as something of a luxury. And so 
ended the first day for Battery "F". 

Since then that first day has been repeated, more or less in detail, for some 
400 men of Battery "F". No one ever forgets his first day in the army. All 
uniforms look alike to the "One Day" man. All commands sound alike, all build- 
ings seem alike, and out of the whole monotonous regularity of the great machine 
the Rookie gets nothing but confusion. And, what's more, there doesn't seem 
to be any hope of ever unravelling all the first day's confusion. When one looks 
back at these few days it seems wonderful that everything should have seemed so 

novel, and so interesting. 

These men of the "first 5%" especially 
came into a life that was new and strange. 

In those early days of Sept. 191 7, Camp 

Grant was not the orderly complete military 

city it now is. The first quota found the 

stable area an unbroken field; the streets 

and roads were mud tracks hemmed in by 

ditches and high mounds of clay, impas- 
sable at night, and practicable only for 

athletes even in broad daylight. It was a 

well established rumor that week that the 

86th was to be made an Alpine Troop, the 

plain of Rockford had been so torn. "Old 

809" hadn't been completed; indeed, it was 

winter before the heating system was in 

working order. 

"There's the whistle" shouted Lorenz 

early the next morning when reveille sounded. 

He need not have shouted. Most of the 

boys lay awake since before daylight waiting 

for that same whistle to sound off. And 

they hurried into their clothes as never 


Here was Lt. Whitney waiting for them 

outside. "Form double line, answer as 

your name is called 
"Now we'll have 

"Whew that guv got my wind," commented the long McNally at breakfast 

"Maybe you think I enjoyed it? Where is the milk and sugar," returned 

"Guess you just eat this oatmeal raw in the army. \\ hat would you name 
that meat, Nelson?" 

"Is this coffee or Bevo?" 

That is the way they acted at breakfast. These Americans are a changeable 
lot. Green and timid one day, hard-boiled veterans the next. 

Breakfast finished and bunks arranged as per diagram; Lt. Walker took over 
the detail and instructed them in one of the arts of war, which was later to make 
his name famous. Policing of course. All Battery "F" men know that. Now 
to a civilian that word "police" suggests blue uniforms, big tummies and a club. 
Not so for the soldier. For us policing brings to the mmd the discarded cigarette 
stub or the half hidden grain of dust in some dark corner. 

ittle exercise before breakfast." And they did have, quite 

So it came to pass 



, 531 f? Field Artillery, 



that these first few men bent their backs to the Sacred Task under the eagle eye 
of that Past Master of all Policers. And, like all other rookies, they grinned sort 
of foolishly, realizing that it was porter's work they were doing, and porter's pay 
they were getting. 

The first policing, however, is nothing compared with the first lesson in the 
School of the Soldier. There lurks in the memory of every artilleryman the vision 
of a little red bound government pamphlet — "Provisional Drill Regulations 
for Artillery, Field and Light," — or "Light and Dark" — we don't remember the 
exact wording. For us this little book has caused more discomfort, more disgust, 
and more profanity than all the other books ever written on any subject. 

Sept. 9th, 1917, four clays after the battery was established, Spencer Barlow 
arrived from Sparta, where he had been in the 8th Field Artillery for a few weeks. 
His reputation as a veteran was short lived however for the next day Elmer Miller 
and Harry Merrill joined. Merrill had seen three years of service with the 16th 
Cavalry — and he was the typical picturesque regular — brimful of the military. 
Miller had come from Robinson via Fort Sheridan. 

And then, the new men came Sept. 19th. Grant County had sent 92 and 
they arrived on a sunny afternoon. Woerner, Niemer, Fischer, Lovell, Rice, 
Weed, Runde, Barr, Shipley, Walter, Boebel, Larkin, Clark, Hill, Larson, Thompson, 
Yeadon, Droessler, Frey, Payne, and Hellmer were among the rookies then. The 
"older" men were pleased to call them "rookies." So things were pretty much 
in readiness for forming a permanent battery. 

The historic Battery Mess started with supper that night a civilian as 1st 
cook. Tradition does not record whether beans or stew had the honor of the 
1st place, but prunes undoubtedly were the so-called dessert. At any rate, Bat- 
tery "F" became an independent unit. Heretofore mess was regimental. For 
a while the battery grew rapidly. Murley arrived late on the 20th and on the 
22nd 52 recruits came down from Dodgeville, Iowa County. Of them Billings, 
Wall, Sersch, Peter, Kislingbury, Schriber, Hines, Higgins, Minor, Schwallbach, 
Zgiersky and Hutchinson remained. This brought the total excluding officers 
up to 160. 160 men looked tempting to G. H. Q. so transfers began. The first 
man to be transferred was Arthur Brockman, who went to the Remount on the 
27th. This marked the time when the calls came every day for specialists. Max 
Webster aspired to be a bugler, Cook Snider wanted to know if "the Captain 
needed any Stable Sgts.," Osterndorf spent a week piling hay at the remount, 
McNally had a day on K. P. for 277 men, and Webster suffered the same humilia- 
tion. So far as known, this has been the only actual work any of these three 
have done in the army. At least so singular an event deserves special mention. 

With 150 men installed and more or less at home in old 809S things began 
to shape themselves. With so many men a new drill ground was necessary. Be- 
tween the 331st and 332nd was a fine drill ground, only it was a corn field. One 
morning the Major trotted out the 2nd battalion, gave the order to tear down 
the corn and shock said corn along the edges of the field. Then, says he "Go 
to it." 20 minutes later 4 acres of 'ex' corn was stacked up along the sides of 
the field. 

With the corn gone from the field, a drill ground came into being. That drill 
ground stuff was done to death for a while. The weather was just right for school 
of the soldier and school of the squad, so Sgt. Merrill's army training came to 
the fore. 

"Dress up. Dress up, you ain't on the farm no more. Wake up, I ain't going 
to write you no letter about it, either. Front! Right by squads. March! I,- 
2,-3,-4, lie P< hep." — and away they went. "1-2-3-4," au day l° n g it seemed. Now 
and then there was a lecture,— "The Care of the Feet," "Discipline," "Articles 
of War," "Courtesy," "Health," "Guard Duty," etc. 

On Oct. 3rd Pross, D. A. Jackson, White, Cox, Coulthard, Dresen, Heller, 
C. E. Jackson, Kane, Keating, Kneebone, Kreiser, Markus, Manuel, McEvoy, 



5511' Field Artillery, 

Roach, Rumpf, Schwingel, Worm, Ableiter, Borina, Cummings, Lippolt and 
Kretschman went to H. Q. Company. On the 6th. 66 recruits including, Amund- 
sen, Baebler, Bennett, Brown, Evans, Ivey, McDermott, Mclntyre, Meyers, 
Richardson, Schneider, Sorum, Syvrud, and Voss came down from Iowa County, 
and it wasn't long before they were moulded in with their companions. With 
203 men in the barracks it looked as if the battery had attained war strength, 
and rumors about leaving for overseas began to take form altho at that time 
gun drill was still a mystery. But when gun drill came and with it wooden horse 
equitation as a side line there came into being the Artillery spirit. The artillery- 
man is a soldier— just as is an infantryman— but there is ample reason for dis- 
tinguishing John Doughboy from the lad who wore the red hat cord. That began 
to make itself felt after Lt. Eisner had demonstrated the scissors on the wooden 
steeds. Rainy days meant lectures on harness, horses, nomenclature, and material. 
We learned a 'lot of new words and a lot of new things. Gun drill took the place 
of foot drill; the three inch piece and the draft horse at last came into their own. 
The great problem of organization was working out successfully; the men 
were being moulded by discipline into a working unit within a remarkably short 
time. _ 

Merrill had taken his job on the 2nd, Nelson and Kastner were cooks. On 
the 10th, Osterndorf stepped into his job, Barlow and Miller were made duty- 
sergeants and Moxie Webster was made corporal. 

The end of October found the battery with 172 men, 3 sergeants, 1 cpl, 2 
cooks, 160 recruits, 3 on extra duty, I special, 1 sick, 1 absent. The civilian cook 
left early in November and chow immediately improved with Nelson and Kastner 
as cooks and Graber as Mess Sgt. Seventeen more non-coms were appointed 
and then came the great event. dp v 

On Nov. 11, 1 91 7. 69 horses were assigned and attached to Bat. r 331st r. 
A. per memo H. Q. etc., etc. Now that sounded harmless and all that — but it 
altered every man's army life then and there. From then on the Stables were 
the Big Factor in Battery "F" life. Stable Guard, Stable Detail, Feeding, Water- 
ing, Grooming, Riding and anything else that the Regimental H. Q. staff could 
think up became active factors in the otherwise blessed life of these men, just 
as they had ceased to be rookies. The stables from the beginning were under 
the sparkling eye of Lt. Eisner, assisted bv the Genial Lt. Frew. That wasn t 
bad. The good Lieutenants were helped by Sgt. "Hutch" and usually Sgt. Merrill, 
who couldn't be driven away from the nags. Eddie Hines found a berth there 
with John L. Meyers, Walter and Higgins. Bridges and Haverland were Farriers 
right'off the bat and a little later Burrows and Stitzer joined them. 

" With transfers and arrivals taking place every week, the roster of the battery 
included 5 officers, 130 men, and 82 horses, at the end of Nov. 1917; jumping 
up to 143 the first of December. The 13 who came from Grant County that 
night included such bright lights as Shorty Garthwaite, Schonhoff, Burrows, 
Schowalter, Stitzer and Cook. It didn't take them long to work into their jobs 
On the 5th Eastman, "Cooper" Kohn and Bill Peart enlisted, making two full 
squads of rookies for the new corporals to practice on. 

The battery lost its best story teller when the Famous Baxter was made Color 
Sergeant The Hot Stove League was under full headway though so the loss of 
one member could hardly wreck that noblest of institutions, which boasted of 
such features as Runde's laugh, Doc Amundsens million dollar voice, McDermotts 
come-back McNally's swan like tenor. Mclntyre' s memory magnificent, Larson s 
shaves de' luxe— with and without comment, Merrills yarns and the detailed 
lore of Dan Bridges-that Past Master of Gab. 

Six below zero all of a sudden and December had hardly begun. That was 
a cruel blow, as "Red" Smith used to say. As usual, "F" Battery was on guard 
in the worst of the cold snap. Helmets, mufflers, gloves of any sort (anything 
for warmth) skyrocketed in value. Letters, wires and phones to the home town 
brought some relief. Red Cross and charity knittings popped up unexpectedly, 

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but they didn't pop up soon enough. 
It was bitter eold that night. McNally 
was Sergeant of the Guard. Webster, 
Baxter, Red Smith, Schwallbach, Thomp- 
son and Boebel were Corporals. Brigade 
Guard, they called it, including the 
incinerator, the powder magazine and 
every out of the way place that the 
thoughtful Brigade, H. Q. could think 

Christmas was coming — Christmas 
in the Army. Pa and Ma and the little 
Old Gal "to home" were in danger of 
going without the usual tender souvenir 
of affection because pay day was delayed 
till the 2lst. But that was fortunate 
after all, for those who were lucky enough 
to get Christmas passes — 4 days long — it 
meant carfare home. For those who 
didn't get their passes until New \ear, 
it wasn't quite such a stroke of business. 
You see, there's always a lot of high 
spading or tossing the galloping dominoes 
right after a pay day — especially when 
there's a Holiday. There's one redeem- 
ing feature about getting only 30 a month 
you can't lose more than 30 dollars per Guard Duty 

mo. on a pair of openers. 

Of course everyone went home for the Holidays. For a while it seemed as 
if nobody would go, then the rumor got about that 5% of the battery would go 
every day for a two day stay — then only non-coms were to go, and so on. But 
in the end evervone had four days in which to consider himself a private citizen. 
What each man did when on'p ass is a matter of individual record— depending 
largely upon two things — temperment and pocket-book. It was before the days 
of Yin Blanc and Triple Sec. Paragraph 5097 of Section 1463 for the guidance 
and behavior of those unfortunate mortals, termed soldiers, decreed .that no one 
shall get, buy, purchase, barter, obtain or otherwise have in his possession, shall 
drink! swallow, imbibe, inhale, guzzle or gulp down any, all or any part of spirituous, 
vinuous or intoxicating liquors in any quantities whatsoever. upon penalty of "death 
or such other punishment as the court martial may direct." That would have 
been a sad blow, only they didn't have prohibition in every state. 

As a result, the last contingent to return on Sunday night usually didn't come 
straight back. They had too much deflection — sometimes the aiming point 
appeared double — sometimes they were amusing — now and then they wanted to 

"The saddest Blow of all 

Is to hear the Bugle Call 

You gotta get up, you gotta get up, 

You gotta get up in the Morning." 
The song is wrong— the saddest by far is Quarantine. To describe accurately 
the horrors of the prolonged Quarantine is not a proper task for the Historian. 
Better far to call in the stilleto carrier who writes the Black Hand notes to the 
successful spaghetti vender, or if possible bring back the chief designer for the 
Executive Board of the well known Institution. The cut and dried facts of the 
matter are that "F" went into Quarantine on Jan. 10, 1918 and emerged from 
that state of dejection on Thursday March 29th— also 1918— a period of over 
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most part the majority of cold snaps and the least agreeable of the Spring weather. 
It did serve to unify the organization more than anything else could have. _ And 
it was indirectly responsible for one more thing that will be developed in due 
time. The way it started was this. Larkin got the measles and then Bang! down 
swoops i he whole Iodine Squad, chaperoned by Doc Farquhar with a bunch of 
labels, a dozen assorted nose and throat sprayers and an unmentionable number 
of the darndest rules and regulations that you ever did see. These said rules, 
were almost all in the nature of restrictions. They provided, in short, that no 
enlisted man would be permitted to leave the battery area, except on duty or 
accompanied by a commissioned officer. This automatically severedall out rela- 
tions with what we had previously considered enjoyment. Anyone in the Armv 
knows that the common or buck private thinks a whole lot more of the time when 
he can be absent from camp than of his hours of duty. Rockford ; though much 
maligned, was reallv a haven of rest and an escape from the eternal drudgery of 
camp and barracks. 

Toe Niemer, Shorty Garthwaite, Blossom Barlow, Red Smith and Phil Larkin 
knew a crowd of girls who could be relied on for dances. More of the men didn't 
bother about the Rockford girls. They sailed directly for Waltzingers or the 
Grand or Palace. Another set hung out at the Winter Gardens, swapping the 
elusive jitney for a chance to shake the festive foot with some unknown peach. 
All this had been within half an hour's ride of the barracks— on any night. Passes 
weren't necessary for Rockford between retreat and taps. 

Gas Drill 

Week-end passes had been issued to members in good standing since October. 
A division order permitted 20% of the battery to leave camp every week end 
on 36 hour passes. Those who didn't get passes contented themselves with Rock- 
ford on Saturday night and "going to church at Rockford" Sunday morning, 
staying away until Sunday night. '(Sometimes they did go to church in hopes 
someone would invite them out to Sunday dinner.) 

Quarantine spoiled all that for us — and yet at the beginning, it wasn't so bad. 


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We didn't expect to be IN for over two weeks. But at the end of the necessary 
two weeks some rummy managed to ketchum measles then we were in for two 
weeks more. That started discontent. Two weeks cf old John Quarantine had 
brought home to us the fact that it didn't take much liberty to keep us reasonably 
happy; now that that was gone, we were out of luck. It didn't take long for 
everyone to get sick and tired of everyone else — one's erstwhile best friend became 
one's pet peeve, everything in the Army including the Army itself became more 
and more hateful. By the time half a dozen more of the susceptibles had managed 
to display a measly chest just as we were to be free even the orderly room -Mil 
saw fit to lift the ban for a few days. That helped some. 

When Bollerud managed to get a seven day leave after his siege of measles 
in the Base Hospital, measles began to be an attractive ailment. The object was 
to have said measles become visible the day after someone else had been dragged 
away to the hospital — so as not to prolong the "Q" forever. Hervey Mclntyre, 
perhaps, tried hardest to land a seven day furlough. Hervey would go snooping 
around every measle suspect, talking confidentially, lying on his bunk and even 
stealing his pillow for the night in order to get some of that hospital chow and a 
leave — still Ale played in hard luck — he couldn't get the measles — his time was 
to come later. 

In order to provide some amusement Thursday night was billed as "Battery 
Night." Now ''Batter\- Night" was a cross between a local talent show and a 
Methodist ice cream social. For one thing, we had special eats allowed us and 
that was very welcome. Such delicious combinations as Wienies and Pink Ice 
Cream were not to be sneezed at. The entertainments varied. There was the 
famous mock court martial of Sergeant Hines. The accused was charged with 
disturbing the peace of solemn Rockford, with impersonating an officer and with 
undue association with Lena Genster — the Wild Waitress of Waltzingers. "Hard 
Robert" Walker was council for defense — (Lt. Welsh) Judge Advocate and "Doc" 
Mitchell rendered due dignity to the chair of President of the Court. Perhaps 
the most important part, that of court reporter, fell to the lot of good old Mike 
Zgiersky. Mike's job was to take down the proceedings in Russian Shorthand 
and to give, when called upon, an accurate report of what had been said in the 
language of his forefathers. Mike didn't quite understand what it was all about— 
he was more scared than Eddie Hines. The settings were carried out in detail. 
Moke's barber chair was the witness stand, impressive books lined the council's 
tables. The ceremonies were complete; witness after witness — Stitzer, Merrill, 
Mclntyre, Doc Gilman, Rice, Weed and Schlotthauer, unfolded the story under 
the brilliant cross examination of those two masters of wit and eloquence. Ex- 
hibit A was brought out — a battered helmet; "B" a rake; "C" a pair of silver 
safety pin shoulder bars; "D" the gold cord. The case wore to a climax — the 
evidence looked incriminating save for the color of Lena's hair. All hung on the 
color of the hair of Lena Genster. Accused maintained red — accusers were 
divided. Amid the awful hush the Court delivered the case over to the jury. 
These men filed out solemnly — returning, the gallant young lieutenant as spokes- 
man of the jury, read the findings — and the day was saved for Sergeant Hines 
and Mike. 

By the end of January the "F" Battery roster showed 115 men, eleven of these 
were in the hospital. Lts. Radermacher and Simmons were now with "F". When 
Uncle Bill Weston left "F" for "E" everybody was sorry. "F" Battery has always 
had a warm spot in its heart for the picturesque Adjutant. 

During this long quarantine, the typical day started with a shoe dropping solo 
by Shorty Garthwaite. This brought forth a few choice selections from Larson 
and a series of growls from Taffy Wall. At reveille, Mclntyre, Healy and Schlott- 
hauer just about made the "riffle." Then the Battery was kept shivering while 
the methodical Bobby Walker snooped through the barracks in hopes of finding 
some brave spirit who dared to sleep. The frigid winter had made an end of 
pre-breakfast exercises. Indeed reveille was an indoor rite when the mercury 
threatened to disappear entirely. 

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Those who didn't have to stand reveille (the H. S. and stablemen) were first 
in the breakfast line, followed by those who did not wash or had done the deed 
before first call. Many of the more sensitive souls, tired of being hood- 
winked, refused to come down to breakfast at all. Immediately after 
breakfast, the B. C. Detail or gunners or Drivers attended to the policing of the 
barracks— the less said about policing the better. Nobody ever was anxious to 
do that work, except perhaps R. T. W. 

The first formation for the B. C.'s was Buzzer— inside work during the greater 
part of quarantine. The drivers and cannoneers went through their stunts down 
at the stables. When they came up from the corral the B. C.'s went down to put 
on the high polish. The cannoneers then got theirs directly from Lt. Nolting. 
When the weather permitted, there was morning equitation or, for the Detail, 
signal practice and "playing war." More often 10:30 began an hour of "sports, 
games and exercises." Back of the 33rd, there was a sort of ski-run. This provides 
perhaps the best type of preliminary training for bareback riding, for the wear 
and tear applied to the same anatomical district. Boxing was another diversion. 
Hill, Amundsen, Healy and Barr had been sent to boxing school. McDermott 
and Cherry Minor used to frame up, picking easy partners until that got to be 
an old stunt. Then they were heavy on a game in which the pursued fled from 
the belt of the pursuer. ' This increased the circulation of the region mentioned 
before under ski-jumping and equitation. 

After recall — 11:30 — everybody had a chance at the morning's mail. Any- 
thing over two letters and a box of candy was considered a good haul. The man 
who didn't get a thing was down in the mouth. If the home folks and the little 
blonde had only known how much mail meant to us those days, the mighty pen 
would have been kept busy into the wee hours of night. As it was, toward the 
end, the daily mail became pretty heavy. 

The afternoon mail came in at about retreat time. This was usually a com- 
paratively small but welcome bundle — the crowd would swarm around the mail 
rack and the pool-table. The lucky ones clambered up to the old iron bunk, 
lay back with a sigh of comfort and proceeded to find out what was happening 
back on the old farm. The others sat around— borrowed cigarettes and started 
off telling the same old lies. 

Supper, then, was merely a sort of appetizer for what Schriber was to bring 
over. Those days Conrad was "F" Battery's provider over at the canteen. At 
about seven he' would make his anxiously-awaited appearance with four beer 
cases full of ice cream cones, pink, brown and white. The moment he entered, 
someone shouted "Ice Cream" then at least six men fell down the old stairs trying 
to get into line. "Don't crowd; get into line; don't push" pleaded the famous 
Conrad. "If you don't make a line. I won't come no more. Have even change, 
if you got it."' The cones lasted about five minutes, when Joe Niemer and the 
massive Col. Weed took four at a time, half the battery three,, and the rest two- 
well, Conrad had to come back with another load of 96 cones. He sold the second 
batch just as quick as the first. The third trip brought 200 bars of candy six 
cartons of cigarettes, chewing and smoking tobacco, cigars, a box of apples and 
whatever else was ordered. Camels were the favorite pills. Tango and Zion Bars 
the favorite candy. If he made another trip, it would be for more cones, oranges 
and sody pop (gosh darn.) 

Meanwhile, the pool table and the wheezy graphophone were going full speed. 
The hot stove leaguers in groups were re-telling the old favorites — Dan Bridges 
spellbinding in one corner, Merrill in the non-com room. Moke McDermott, 
Clurry Minor, Popovitch and Barr usually held down the perilous post of door 
guard' Most of the birds were writing letters. This was a period of unparalleled 
letter writing and indirectly the letters were responsible for quite a bit more than 
we are inclined to suspect. After five or six weeks irksome confinement every 
man began to grow sour on everything and everyone military. One almost felt 

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as if one had no friends in the battery. As a result, letter writing became the 
ruling indoor sport and of course the Sunday girl back home replied more often. 
It worked both ways, each letter grew more tender as the pour misused Hero in 
Khaki became more sour on the army and more sweet on the distant blonde — who, 
for her part (true to the instincts of femininty) was able to came back with just 
a bit more of the slushy bunk than the Hero had spilled. This continued in- 
creasingly as the fated pairs learned to believe ''them sweet words." \\ hen \\ illie 
got back "to hum" and peered into the Fair Ones nut brown orbs — well he was 
a goner; thats all. Service pin, glass diamond and the popular march from Lohen- 
grin followed in order from time to time. It cannot be stated accurately how 
man}' marriages did come about just this way — but there was a rush on engage- 
ments that looked suspicious. 

It was the end of March on a Thursday when for the last time, the 'Hutch" 
called ''Everybody down stairs for measles inspection." Doc. Farquhar and 
Maj. Yogel looked down our throats, had us expose our manly chests and as 
we held our breaths, pronounced them sacred words "You're out." And great 
was the rejoicing thereat. YOU BET! 

From then on, the Grand, the Palace and the ice cream sody joints copped 
off a lot of "F" Battery jack. Them were the happy days-springtime came-soft 
breezes-soft mud and sometimes even soft jobs. Bobby Walker would lead his 
sturdy cohorts through fire and water — mostly water, to some sylvan dell where 
Larson and Schlotthauer sought a grassy bank and Barlow demonstrated that 
Seton Thompson had overlooked the World's Champion Boy Scout. The rest, 
including the sober Lt. played war. The cannoneers and drivers got theirs around 
the nags to a fare-ye-well. Every day now, "F" contributed a full section at 
caisson drill in the field behind the 333rd. The poor B. C's who became temporary 
drivers suffered their various agonies, not always in silence. Boebel also suffered 
K. P. for sassing Doc. Amundsen. 

And then the Hike. Our big worry was how a small handful of men could 

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handle 16? horses. That must have bothered H. Q. too, for on the 23rd Joe 
Wagner and Art Kruse entered the sacred fold. Old Joe always was around when 
they picked men for detail. Art soon became famous with "I called tor Claude, 
and Tulius answered." Then just before we actually did depart, came more help 
in the shape of 15 rookies from around Lake Superior. There had been a gang 
of assorted rookies quartered in our Annex— from this lot were selected the best— 
and guess who were picked out. There was "Yardmaster" George Labounty 
'Bullcook" Olund. "Rev." McMullen, "Red" Hiland "Ella" Berg, "Shorty 
Anderson, "Nick" Brown, "La Teste" Felgen, "Mechanical Taylor, ^ Cook ^ 
Becklund, "Gunner" Ergenbright, "Joe" Burgmeier, Tommy Suter, Matt 
Micken, and '•Fatly" Wysong. They were glad to join— and they haven t re- 
gretted it. . . , 
' The new home at Robinson was at first a bit disappointing— but that soon 
wore away We learned to appreciate nights that were cool enough for sleeping, 
sand that never staved wet, and La Crosse— and the greatest of these was La 
Crosse Probably a regular Battery History should concern itself almost entirely 
with such evidences of war's ferocity as Gun Drill and Stand to Heel Not so 
with Battery "F". Let it be clearly understood that though we were in the Army, 
we weren't in the war, strictly speaking. All the grooming, all the Cannoneers 
Post and all the Squads East and West we ever pulled off was useless, worse than 
useless since it wasted countless hours of good time— ours and the government s. 
K P was more important than flank column right oblique, passes were of in- 
finitely greater value than guard duty. K. P. was a method of keeping alive 
the bod}'— passes kept alive the soul— the Medic Corps kept— Lord knows what 
they ever did keep except pills, salts and iodine. 

Capt. Myers had returned on Memorial Day, having been at Fort Sill tor 
almost three months. 

On June 1st there were then 38 privates, 31 non-coms and cooks, 15 recruits, 
t 4 ^ nags and 4 officers. "Recruits" was really a poor name for the 15 men who 
had made that hike with us. That hike made a soldier out of every one of them. 
They learned their general orders and stood stable guard after the first week at 
Robinson With 38 privates for six rounds of stable guard and one of regular 
guard every six days, the addition of the Duluth-Superior outfit was as welcome 
as the flowers in spring. «•„,.•»* n n re • 11 

On the 8th the long, Wm. Barthomew, "Seven Foot Bill McNally was officially 
appointed First Sergeant, Lord High executioner and custodian of the Sacred 
Whistle. There isn't, hasn't been and won't be a better top cutter in the whole 
army. Every one of us knew that and we acted accordingly. Bill had two great 
abilities— he 'saw the point of view of the men and he had enough of the Skipper s 
confidence to impress this point of view upon him. As a result, the whole outfit, 
from Captain down began to realize that the best thing was to work like—, when 
work was demanded and when it wasn't. Oh Boy! 

From the first the work was strenuous, we kept moving from 5:13 until the 
day's work was done-sometimes at retreat, sometimes after nightfall. Bobby 
Walker's B. C. outfit again included the "Corp. Bennett of the 86th." back from 
Headquarters. Blossom Barlow went in for gun drill and Richardson was brought 
over to become instrument sergeant. Their wild west stunts, over the hills 
and far away, were almost pure joy. 

"I will go forward. Select and occupy a position north of Hill 1060, etc. 
Remember that? 

Working out the steeds under Lt. Eisner seldom grew monotonous, the gallant 
Edward wouldn't permit of that. Gun drill started in with the old 3 inch pieces— 
4 to the regiment, of which three were in condition to be fired. Then the British 
75s arrived and everybody had to take turns at gun drill. 

Camp Robinson had no recreation rooms or Liberty Theaters, but,— well 
we were growing old in the service and wise. Those who didn't catch old John 
Pass on Saturday just pretended they did-and the rest is to be told about La 

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Crosse or Tomah or Portage-or even Kilbourn. Some of the highbrows are reported 
to have gone for the scenery — but thats only a rumor. Wine — Women — Song — 
that was LaCrosse to a fare-ye-well. It was a real town for "F" Battery. The 
midnight Northwestern, the 3:15 St. Paul and the 2:00 a. m. taxis were at least 
51^ "K " Tomah was pretty hard to get at— and it didn't have any Grandads 
Bluff— (ask Kruse and Showalter), or any Pettibone Park (ask Milton Garthwaite) 
but Tomah wasn't dry. Shorty Garthwaite traded a fountain pen and a ring 
just to keep off Main' Street. Brown (Nicholas) and Larson L. P. dismounted 
from a fast freight there one night, taking with them a good share of the road- 
bed. This Brown, by the way," had to borrow a horse to reach town. Kruse, 
Larson, Haverland and Moke used to make regular pilgrimages there — in a jitney 
over the mountains. Portage claimed a fair share — also because it wasn't dry. 
Moke and Cherry Minor still insist that all they looked for in Portage was the 
roller rink — perhaps one didn't have to look for the rest. 

July was a month of changes. On the first of the month Runde, Shipley and 
Heiirv' Schneider came back from Brigade H. Q. They were all doggone glad 
to come back. Then on the 5th, Barlow, after a touching farewell to his steed 
Blossom, departed for Camp Taylor. Whereupon the amiable Richardson stepped 
in to the B. C. detail. 

On Sunday, July 21st, Lt. Eisner chaperoned a bunch of the old timers on a 
horseback excursion to Spring Bank Lake — a ride of some 8 or 10 miles. Almost 
everyone went in for a swim" and it was then that Mike Zgiersky, overcome by 
a brain hemorrhage, drowned. All the quick action and foresight in the world 
could hardly have"~averted the tragedy. Mike had gone from among us forever; 
a genuinely good, honorable soul was lost to the Battery and to the world. 

The Regiment was rapidly being brought up to war strength. In addition 
to the 78 recruits of the 15th, }8 came up from Grant on the 23rd and 32 more 
on the 26th. Old Louisa Mast honored us with his distinguished presence on 
the 25th and about two weeks later Claude Raving Bookwalter entered with a 
ringing challenge to Dan Bridge's claim on the long distance talking champion- 
ship. Taffy Wall developed appendicitis the very next day. 

Wysong, Weisheit and Howard were transferred on the 8th of August. Let 
us pause to give an account of Charley Howard, proprietor of the Hotel De Grasse. 
Charlev had been transferred to Brig. H. Q. — then some bull headed nag trans- 
ferred 'Charlie to the Base Hospital— just this side of eternity. When he left 
the hospital he used good judgment — getting a long furlough and coming back 

Hotel De Grasse 

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to "F" just before the Great Hike. Up at Robinson, Charlie made us all, even 
the buglers and stable men, look like amateurs in the art of gold bricking. He 
ood that he seldom was ever called on as Barracks Orderly— which was 
the coveted soft snap those days. 

There was onlv one job around the camp soft enough for Charlie and that 
was Range Guard.' That was a graft we all wanted to get in on and Kruse. Larson, 
Taffy Wall and Red Hiland did get in on it most often. Range Guard included 
riding out from two to ten miles on the range, being dropped with a companion 
at some pass or road back in the hills, with a view of preventing trespassing on 
the range. With two men on a post, one man was to stay in the saddle at all 
times, the other could sleep or do almost anything else; said anything else usually 
consisted of picking berries, telling about the previous evening's experience or 
wondering whether" Pikes Peak was higher than Bald Bluff. Them was indeed 
happy days. 

The last of the recruits arrived on the ninth of August. The best bet being 
Annette Kellermann with two bear stories. He had both of these straight from 
Division Headquarters. The first confirmed the Honolula rumor; the second had 
us slated for Archangel via Halifax. Ireland and Spitzbergen. The San Francisco- 
Hawaii-Vladivostok fans had to guess again when the Advance party with John 
B. Simmons, Florence Evans and the Mechanical Taylor headed EAST on the 
13th. The beloved nags were loaded on the 17th after which packing and prepar- 
ing began in dead earnest. Passes were demanded for LaCrosse and Sparta. 
The 333rd was almost underway when, as usual, the departure was postponed. 
Taffy Wall came back on the 22nd and the eminent Kusch started en another 
tour' of AWOL. 

Sept. 1st found the Battery with 194 men of which Tomcat Liddle, Hareid, 
Cluckey and Kusch were soon' transferred, leaving 190. We surely did miss old 
Tomcat. One last 36 hour pass at Robinson came just in time for us to catch 
the 1:50 for points east, which meant that the trains rolling into camp just before 
reveille Monday a. m. were packed with "F" men. Another joy was Labor Day— 


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which meant 12 hours leave- 
dodge the M. P's. 

-which in turn meant LaCrosse although one had to 

Camp Robinson; good old Camp Robinson. 

Somehow, now that its all over, our tenderest Army memories are there. We 
didn't appreciate it then, but after France — those were the happy days, back 
there in the warm sand, the hills, trying for all the world to look like mountains, 
the scrub oak and jack pine — warm summer breeze — plenty of ice cream — long 
days and short cool mights — mess and plenty of liberty. What more could any- 
one want in the Army? 

The less said of th 

the better. 

The Morning Reports reads "arrived at Camp Hunt, Ft 
q; distance traveled about 500 miles." Doubtless that's ti 

., Oct. 

Now Camp Hunt might have been a lot worse— incidentally it might have 
been — but why be disagreeable? Luckily, it was a sunny morning when we came, 
for after that it rained almost every day. And we did get a rest and a chance 
to wander around camp for a squint at France. What we did see here was a canal — 
some pine trees and a row of wine shacks with grape stands outside. The few 
mamselles that showed themselves were not up to the standards set in musical 
comedies. Thev didn't even wear silk stockings. 

. was 

So far France had impressed us as a fair to middling country except 
hopelessly out of date; at least fifty years behind our U. S. Wooden 
yokes of oxen, draught teams in tandem, two wheel carts, open wells and ancient 
farmhouses, were responsible for those ideas. 

The Advance partv re-joined us on the nth immediately after which Lt. Sim- 
mons was transferred to Headquarters. At the same time we traded Roddy for 
Lt. Grigg of the Supply Co. All of us, the older men especially were sorry to see 
h; m g — but when we got Grigg we had one of the best Lieutenants "F" ever had. 
On the 14th George Chandler— a newly commissioned graduate of the Saumur 
School— came, introducing O'Grady, the Demon Phys. Exerciser. On the nine- 
teenth, the erstwhile Second Lt. Eisner changed his bars (shoulder bars). 

The iodine squad had made several attempts to quarantine the Battery_ but 
when its a case of quarantine vs. Yin Blanc well old John Quarantine didn't 
stand a chance. Richardson went to the hospital and had his appendix removed 
free for nothing, gratis— Budden pulled the same stunt with his tonsils, and Frese 
had his rheumatism extracted by a miraculous process. The wise men 
of the base hospital ran a glowing iron rod up and down Big John's back 
until he couldn't tell whether it was the rheumatism or the burning flesh that 
hurt him. Frese claims he never would let the doctor know it wasn't a cure. 
The next victim was Olund— he fell through a culvert— knocked out half a dozen 
teeth and had to live on liquid diet until both francs and credit gave out. 

Now, our eats in France were nothing fancy. Bacon and grits for breakfast, 
beans or beef stew for dinner and more beef in the evening. The Q. M. in charge 
of rations was a nut right on onions and variety. He gave us all the onions 
possible and just as little variety as the Q. M. drill regs allowed. As a result, 
we weren't exactly pleased with our chow and naturally enough, there were those 
of us who relieved the monotony of the meagre fare by visiting the enchanting 
wine palaces where one could also get eggs— 3 for two francs. The old timers 

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hung out around No. 2; the rest distributed their patronage, thirst and francs. 
And" then there was the Widow of the Woods with her shanty out in the brush, 
where even new customers could get such elevating Bevos as Cognac, Benedictine 
and Triple Sec. (Trey-plus-six, Moke called it). 

The change from hostile restriction to full liberty — regarding booze — was abrupt 
but in most cases satisfying. It satisfied the thirst and it must have satisfied those 
who owned the shacks along the Western Front. From the first this quaint 
"Chinatown" was a source of inspiration. Here it was that one learned to Parley- 
voo. Choice bits such as "unc franc," "toot sweet" and "bokoo" soon were 
on every man's tongue. Eggs became "oofs," fried potatoes graduated to "pomme 
de terre' frit," and even bread changed to "pain" — pronounced "pang." Some of 
the birds got a sneaking idea that they could talk French — so when passes were 
finally granted, these gentlemen hopped the Galloping Goose for La Teste, tried 
to talk to someone who didn't understand a word of English and found out they 
didn't know so much French after all. In a stirring address at the time of first 
passes, Lt. Eisner, official orator of the Battery, dealt brilliantly with the subjects 
of Wine, Woman, and Song (French Version). What he said about song, no one 
remembers; what he said about the mamselles doesn't bear repeating, but what 
he said about wine won't be forgotten. "Try as you will," he ended up, "you 
can't drink all the wine in France." He was right — but Lord knows we made a 
good stab at it anyway. 

Vin rouge cost 2 francs 
a bottle — vin blanc "sweet" 
2j<, oporto, cognac and the 
highbrow stuff came to 1 
franc a shot (one had as 
much luck with a quarter 
as with a franc). For a 
franc one could buy a little 
bunch of grapes, two little 
glasses of hazelnuts or 
about a dozen figs. In the 
restaurants of LaTeste and 
pretty Arcachon six francs 
paid for a table d'hote meal, 
not including wine or coffee. 
No one could drink that 
coffee anyhow — and choco- 
late cost 30 cents a cup, 
so the everlasting wine came 
to the rescue again. The 
one best bet at Camp Hunt 
was the commissary — the 
next was the Y. At the 
Q. M. it was worth two 
hours of standing in line to 
be able to buy a can of real 
jam for 30 cents, cigarettes 
at less than half what they 
cost in the States and things 
Mademoiselle Sutie like towels, soap and sun- 

dries that the Native 
French would rob vou on, if thev had half a chance. 


The Y at Hunt labored under some difficulties. Hunt was a newly acquired 
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big enough — there weren't enough of them — and in general they were out of luck. 
One fact is note worthy — the fellows that did the most grumbling about the "\ 's" 
were the men who were there most of the time looking for "something for nothing." 
Occasionally one would buy chocolate bars or wafers or chewing gum, but there 
was always writing paper and envelopes and almost every night there was some 
sort of an entertainment— as a counter attraction to the gin mills down at the 
Western Front — which by the way — kept up a rushing business in spite of all 

It wasn't long after we were established in France that many of us were billed 
for the various special schools for artillery men; telephone, reconnaissance, Radio, 
M. G. Camouflage and Gas. Louis Wolfrom always said that -'any man who 
has been in the army for six months and then has to go to a school to learn how 
to camouflage will always be a damm poor soldier." Louis was right— especially 
when it came to camouflaging work. "Gunner" Ergenbright on first looking 
over the various Battery M. G. details, leaned over and whispered to Joe Burg- 
meier (expert in painting and goldbricking.) 

"Say, Joe, this must be a dangerous job!" 

"Hell, Rov what makes you think so?" 

Take a good look at that "X" Battery bunch— they must w; 

them killed 

As usual, though, "F" details came out on top. Instructors in every case, 
turned in flattering reports; we had "just about the best outfits that had been 
at those schools," "thev told us. Al Fiedler— demon Buck Private— tore down 
and assembled his machine gun in twenty-two seconds— the regimental speed 
record. This and galloping for mess were Al's only two bursts of speed during 
the whole campaign. 

At the end of October, it looked pretty much as if we were slated for an early 
trip to the Front, then Australia gave in and we knew Germany's internal struggles 
were bringing the war to a swift finish. There were the usual wild speculations 
("Dip" Yoss almost went bugs) mostly as to whether we would actually fire a 
gun at the front. Then came the news of the military envoy's conference. After 
that we didn't bother much about the Armistice. The wild celebrations else- 
where surprised us mildly— our own little Western Front suspended business— 
the Galloping Goose shrieked in— all flagged bedecked and crazy— the Natives 
were even crazier than usual, which was going some. But for us, on the whole, it 
wasn't a wild day— the weekly mail caused more excitement— we were five hundred 
miles at least a week, from the conflict. 

After that the big worry centered on GOING HOME— and avoiding work. 
To fill out a fading drill schedule football became an event. Under Kellermann 
there were some fair workouts, and prospects were encouraging. Boebel Voss, 
Larkin, Fiedler and Toohev were in the backfield— Franceen, Bridges, Niemer 
Weed Kellermann, Walters, Thompson, Elliott, Pfeifter and Schlotthauer held 
an iron line. "D" was held to a tie, tho the ball was within "F's" 3 yardjme 
for three downs. Then "E" was an easy victim. But when we played D 
again every man put up his poorest exhibition and "D" won 12—0. After that 
"Fini" Football. 

Meanwhile, soon 
in and packed away 
For the better part of 

fter the signing of the Armistice, everything had been turned 

We were near the top of the list for "partir Amenque." 

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do it — waiting, waiting for the order that was to send us to Bordeaux for home. 
That grew irksome — disappointments followed rumors — and the final "wine jag" 
had to be repeated a dozen times. At last when we did board the Homines on a 
Saturday noon, we landed at De Souge and not Bordeaux. That little ride of 
50 to 60 miles took eleven hours. We went into the heart of Bordeaux, backed 
out again, switched, waited and dragged along until almost midnight. De Souge 
was too good a camp — a few days there — then we prepared to hike to Genicart 
beyond Bordeaux. We had advance information as to the distance, and made 
good use of the baggage trucks. But even with light packs that hike of 23 miles 
on Christmas eve was a sad affair. The weak sisters and the tenderfooted were 
picked up enroute and hauled on trucks. Hiking through Bordeaux was the wi >rst- - 
miles of cobblestones. Tender feet made life miserable even though the novelty 
of going through an honest to goodness French city kept up our spirits. Lt. Walker 
in the rear had lots of fun watching John L. Meyers and Eddie Hines staggering 
along, Charley Weed was ready to collapse at any moment; Showalter, with his 
bugle and a heavy pack tottered and bent— but bit his lip and paddled on— grimmer 
than we had ever known him. They were game. 

The procession halted in town,— looking over the crowds and shopwindows. 
A charming mamselle stopped at the curb opposite some of these hardy cannoneers. 
No denying— she was a peach— full set of teeth and no mustache. "Oo La La" 
"Ma Cherie" and French phrases like that came her way. 

"Hello Boys!" Where are you from? I'm from Pittsburgh myself," returned 
the peach in pure American. You never can tell. 

Once across the Garronne there was another halt. This time we sat down on 
a stone pile and watched some Madame tending a herd of swine, right in the 
middle of the city. She had quite a job on her hands, especially when one of 
the slippery ones dove through our ranks twice, to visit McNally. The Seven- 
footer was 'lving down, knees up, when Frenchy the Pig saw him, dove in through 
Mc's knees,' and waltzed all over that bewildered genius. Loud cheers from the 
buck privates. 

Bevond the rock pile was a six mile up hill climb thru Genicart No. I and thru 
most of No. 2. The last lap was pure agony,— hope alone kept us going. And 
when we halted in front of our new home the Captain commanded "Rest." Rest 
indeed, no one had to tell us that. 

The next day was Christmas. Let us pass over that in silence. Santa Claus 
brought us permission to lie in bed and miss breakfast— that is, those .4 us 
who weren't on detail. The spectre of "Spike" Hennessy and his mill haunted 
us all day. 

When we did go thru the mill we were prepared. "B" guarded our barracks 
while we guarded theirs— so we went down to the mill with a lot of good clothes, 
threw every stitch awav and stared in to get a new trousseau— from the bottom 
up "SDike" came into the den of Adam, but he didn't bite anyone. Hard Robert 
and La Petite Eddie were ready to take care of us in the assembling room When 
Eddie Hines clad only in shoes and identification tags, came to the end of the 
long counter with a shelter half bulging with clothes, Eddie Eisner was there 
to protect him from Spike's wild loots. 

"F"came through the mill almost without casualties. Tommy Suter ran into 
his usual hard luck— being held over for two days on account of the French itch. 
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According to the dope around camp at the time, we were due to leave Genicart 
toute de suite. Drager said he'd be willing to swim half way if we'd only get a 
good boat soon. Kruse longed for Logan Square— and the married men— those 
poor lovesick birds went moonstruck at the very mention of Wisconsin. 

Genicart was a once lovely spot, just across the Garonne River from Bordeaux. 
We were next to the Lormont entrance of camp, across the street from the 
Algerian labor company. These Algerians were perhaps the most picturesque 
outfit encountered in our army career — some of them black as the ace of spades, 
all. of them wild men for fair.' "Geraniums" Eddie Hines called them— perhaps 
because they blossomed out in all sorts of colors. Their uniforms were made 
up of everything they could lay their hands on, from American hip boots or sandals 
to campaign hats and flaming turbans. And when they all got together in the 
open air mess hall for supper — it was a riot of sound and color. They _ made 
more noise than a dogfight, auction, and Fourth of July combined. Old "Uncle 
Tom" was our favorite. 

The worst part about Genicart was their Remount. Every other day the 
entire battery marched down to Carbon Blanc — performing the sacred rites of 
stable police in knee deep mud. Moke, Larson and Kruse fought for the honor 
of barrack orderly, Clark decided to be sick and the entire battery history outfit 
insisted on writing whenever the long sergeant lined 'em up for the remount. On 
all other days the Q. M. or the Engineers made use of our labor Battery but their 
work wasn't nearly so disagreeable. Louie Wilfrom, Fred Crowe, Caruso Lewis, 
Iver Schwallbach and Daniel Darius Rubendal grabbed off a soft job at the new 
mill — after which their friendships became valuable, especially for those who wanted 
to exchange clothing. 

Previous gloom concerning "Y's", changed to joy after one hour at Hut 7 in 
Genicart. Mrs. Whatshername was a regular gloom buster, there were days 
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pair of real doughnuts. Of course guys like Bennett, Boebel, Evans, and Moke, 
who were a bit delicate, just about lived there. At that most of us fooled the 
rations outfit by eating there— but then— that Q.M. crowd surely fooled us often 
enough when we expected to see real food. 

We were fed up on rumors, always. Five big transports just pulled in at 
the American Docks." 'The Sgt. Major overheard the Colonel say wed be out on 
the ocean a week from today." That sort of stuff kept us from going A. W U. L, 
As it was we camped four miles from Bordeaux for a month without being allowed 
to leave Camp. The liberty that we were to fight for wasn t_ intended tor our 
use, apparently. So nice little boys like Bradley, Kellermann, kruse and Carlson 
took French leave now and then. 

What seemed to be a bunk rumor about Marseilles happened to be the truth. 
On the 18th of what the French calendar said was Janvier we rolled old John 
Pack hung on the gas mask and ferocious looking helmet, tied another string 
around the Souvenirs de France and marched down the hill to the Midi station. 
Saturday noon the last of the "Galloping Geese" screeched her way out of Bordeaux 
with "F" men comfortably quartered only 20 men to the Homme Car, and every 
car had benches for all. 

So we travelled in comparative comfort past vineyard after vineyard,thru Barsac, 
La Regie, Marmande and Agen; sleeping after that thru Moissac, Montauban, 
Toulouse, Castlenandarv and Carcassonne. Sunday morning we ate our break- 
fast at Narbonne, then turned north to Beziers and east again to Agde by the sea. 
Cette, built on a mountain over the sparkling Mediterranean, easily made the 
best impression. Then north again to Montpellier and after that sunset and 
sleep We awoke in Marseilles ready for the last lap. One look at the town 
and it was fifty-fifty whether we would accept a week's furlough or start right ott 
for the U S. A., but nobody offered us the week's furlough or even a two hours 

There wasn't a man who didn't breathe a sigh of relief when he set down his 
pack on the Duca D'Aosta that Monday noon-January 20th. We were home- 
ward bound. So we made ourselves "at home" and roamed the decks, betore 
the guards could inform us— "This deck reserved for officers. We heartily en- 
joyed the first supper of macaroni and hand grenades, little thinking what was in 
store for us along that line. 

That night after Long Bill had us all safely tucked away in our new bunks, 
the Duca D'Aosta churned out of Marseilles harbor. We awoke in the morning 
far out on the blue Mediterranean, and all was well. The Italian Duke seemed 
to be a better friend than the English Lapland, the sea was quiet, the weather 
ideal The next day we sailed along the barren Spanish coast and Ihursday 
morning Gibraltar loomed up-minus the Prudential sign. Before breakfast was 
over the anchor was down, and within fifteen minutes there was a collier on each 
side of us, with its crew of picturesque loaders. Then came the flock of peddlers, 
selling oranges, figs, souvenirs and booze. We gave those pirates most of our 
money, but they gave us our money's worth-so we had no kick coming When 
we left that evening, many a man had enough figs and oranges stowed away 
around his bunk to keep him from going hungry for the rest ot the voyage. 

It wasn't long after we left Gibraltar and Africa before almost everybody was 
sick and tired of macaroni and hand grenades. All day long there was a crowd 
at every kitchen window waiting hours with mess kits and francs for something 
worth while eating. Kersten, Kruse, the Healy Tribe, and Garthwaites, or Chris 
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of the cheese cellar, Rattling George LaBounty knew every other nook on board 
including the best place for a quiet game with deuces wild. 

Old Aggravation Bookwalter had been unusually crabbed on the way down 
from Bordeaux, so the minute he got on board the Duca da Spaghett they put 
him into the ship's hospital. Poor old Book developed six different diseases in- 
cluding bronchitis. When he woke up and found himself alive and able to talk 
he rallied and pulled thru like a good soldier. "Joe Dugan" Koecke got himself 
a double strength attack of pneumonia, was on the doubtful list for a while and 
then thought of home. That cured him too, although he stayed at a New York 
hospital. Perhaps half the battery "ketchum seasick" at various stages, but 
they didn't all do their bit for the fish at the same time. Result — no contests 
in the Over the Rail Tournament. 

Felgen lost a good dinner when he bet Larkin that we'd land before the 3rd 
of February. We didn't see land until the 4th, — but when we did — Oh Boy. 
W T e had our last sleep in the harbor that night — Messers Hill and Bradley — 32nd 
degree Loyalists — staging their own little Orange Party while good little boys 
were sleeping. The next morning we went from boat to dock, where the Salva- 
tion Lassies made another hit, from dock to ferry, ferry to train, and train to Camp 
Merritt, New Jersey. 

The only kick against Camp Merritt was that they had another "mill." Other- 
wise it was a perfect camp. Everybody got fat within a week. The Minnesota 
boys left us here — Johnson, Elliott, Crowe, Wolfrom, Casey, Fussy, Bookhart, 
Malcolm, Franceen. 

Shafto, Scraper, and Scamihorn were transferred to casuals for their district; 
Gus Woerner suffered a sad fate. Expecting to be discharged at New York, 
Gloomy got tangled up and came to Grant with a bunch of casuals. We missed 
him. Gus always worked for the bunch, he did more favors for the battery as 
a whole than anyone else. On the boats it was Gloomy who ran the canteens, 
in quarantine he kept us supplied with "Y" stationery, and things fit to eat. 
He took care of the mail, tended the sick and near sick, found odd jobs for would 
be goldbricks and helped ever}- man. There was no better soldier in the U. S. 
Service than Sgt. Woerner. 

We left Lt. Grigg behind when we started on our last army railway excursion, 
Feb. nth. Nelson, Arvid T. made bokoo provisions for complete enjoyment 
by supplying cake, fruit and smokes, which, with what we managed to grab along 
the road, kept us in good humor. 

Oddly enough we were routed thru Canada on Lincoln's birthday — shades of 
'61 — how times have changed. On the 13th we rolled into the Polk and Dear- 
born Station, detrained, paraded, then submitted to a feed at the La Salle. There 
were speeches but nobody heard 'em. At three that afternoon a tired battery 
marched willingly along Michigan Boulevard over to the Great Western, to move 
out for Camp Grant again. 

That night through rain and mud we found our last army home, in the ap- 
proved army method, going around in a circle. No ticks on the bunks, but who 
cared? The end was at hand, — Webster and his crew were hard at work. Old 
John discharge was waiting, — waiting so were we. We went through one last 
physical examination, signed a million papers, and ate Nelson's free lunch three 
times a day. 

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Tuesday night Feb. 18th the Mess Fund was discharged with due ceremony 
at the Nelson. We feasted like kings, — everything from soup to nuts, including 
music and cabaret artists who made violent love to Bad Bill Kislingbury, Liza 
Mast, and Lieut. Chandler. 

Wednesday, February Nineteen, Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen,— but win- 
rave! Down in the heart of every one of us that day is the day of days. OLD 
JOHN DISCHARGE for convenience of the Government. Convenience of the 
Govt. — better the happiness of Battery "F." 

As the last taxiful of r 'F" men came to the 12th St. Bridge, an M. P. stepped 
forward to examine the passes. Mac waved him back. "Passes? — ours read 
'From Now On/ " Yea verily, from now on. And so Battery "F" ended its 

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It was a cold dreary afternoon in January. Sgt. Merrill blew his whistle vigor- 
ously at the bottom of the stairs. "Everybody in the recreation room." A hun- 
dred pairs of hobnails rattled down the stairs. 

"Tenshum." Uncle Bill Weston stalked in. Taking a few final puffs at the 
big meershaum he started to explain the situation. The battery was to be divided 
into three parts; the Special detail, the Cannoneers and the Drivers. Each man 
was assigned to one of the sections. Thus was our B. C. detail founded. 

Before this organization of the battery we had had some signal drill. We had 
learned the semaphore, using our arms for flags, until we could tell the other fellow 
what we thought of him at a safe distance. Now came the buzzer, and its code. 
It is similiar to a telegraph ticker, but the code almost got our goats. Every 
letter has a song of its own they told us. Lt. Cole helped us out by putting an 
empty sugar bowl on the buzzer to make more volume to so called songs. This 
same code is used in Wig Wag, a system of signaling using one flag on a long 
staff, which is swung to the right or left to indicate dashes and dots. 

When these systems of signaling were partly mastered they gave us the aiming 
circle and the panoramic sight. The first is an instrument to measure angles 
from aiming point to the target, and the second to lay off that angle and sight 
on the aiming point thus giving the gun the proper direction. This introduced a 
new Geometry. Three hundred and sixty degrees had developed into 6400 mils. 
Angles were always measured from left to right and one mil subtended one yard 
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"The B. C. detail fall out, get pencil and paper and fall in the Recreation 
Room. Fall Out!" Lt. Nolting tried to teach us the computing of the firing 
data. ' There are three methods of finding the proper angle for the gunners to lay 
off on his panoramic sight from the angle measured by the detail. They are the 
Greble, Parallel and Parallax. Along with these came the site and mask problems 
and did we have a time? "Hells Bells." 

The detail at this time was composed of such men as Blossom Barlow, Red 
Smith, Ted Boebel, Joe Niemer, Hog neck Larkin, The Fighting Corporal Bennett, 
Florence Evans, Colonel Weed, Droessler, Clark, The Healy Sisters, Brown, 
Heine Schneider, Taffy Wall, Officer Minor, Peter, Jim Hill, Alice Schowalter, 
Shorty Garthwaite, Barr, Moke McDermott and Larson. 

When spring came Lt. Walker took charge and field work began. ■ We measured 
our strides and made traverses all around the regimental area, using one of the 
smoke stacks to check by. But for some reason or other this smokestack often 
changed its position on our maps. On days when it was not more than fifteen 
or twenty below we often drew panoramic sketches, some times from the top of 
bridges and sometimes from hilltops, and the wind sometimes stole away the 

We took long rides on the dashing sorrels and played war out on the hills 
south of camp. With what little equipment we had we would set up a B. C. 
station, string out the wire or use visual signaling, figure the_ data and send it to 
an imaginary battery. It was great sport, and brim full of interesting incidents. 
Take for instance the day the Lieutenant's horse stumbled while fording the 
river, or the return ride one morning in the rain when we trotted for several miles. 

Larson now was official horseholder, the job he always liked, the job he always 
wanted, and the job he always kept as long as there were horses to hold, although 
he almost lost it one frosty morning when one of the horses took a notion to return 
to the stables. Whereupon Bobby Walker made some biographic remarks. 
But Larson was also the best scout of the detail. 

At Camp Robinson our real work began. Here we put into practice the 
things we had learned at Grant. Yet it was a nervous and excited detail who figured 
the data for the first problem. But at that it was fairly accurate. A few practice 
trips on the range put confidence in the men and things went better. 

Barlow was sent to the O. T. C. about the last of June and Richardson was 
shifted from gunner to the detail. Bennett had returned from Headquarters. 
But by transfers from the battery and changes within it, the detail had dwindled 
to some eighteen men. Richardson was instrument sergeant. Bennett was 
instrument Corporal. Boebel was signal sergeant, Evans was signal Corporal, 
Weed, Clark and Droessler were operators. Corporal Thompson, Larson and 
G. U.' Healy were scouts. Barr and Schlotthauer were linemen. M. C. Garth- 
waite was orderly's and horseholders. Hill, M. D. Garthwaite, Fiedler and Runde 
worked wherever they were most needed. 

Our experiences here on the Camp Robinson range will never be forgotten; 
although we were finally sent nearer the battle fields, this was the nearest to 
war of any thing in our army career. We had many exciting times in our battles 
against the "Reds," and many on our practice trips. 

One forenoon, when we were on the south range. Corporal Thompson was sent 
to guard a pass that had been overlooked by the range officer. The battery ad- 
vanced to a new position in the course of the problem and no one relieved Tommy. 
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had returned to the barracks. But not so. About two o'clock poor Tommy 
sought the kitchen with a disgusted look on his face. 

The plane table was always a sort of a joke among the men. Our first ex- 
perience with it on one of our practice trips. When we were ready to start Lt. 
Walker brought the case out of the orderly room. Fiedler offered to carry it. 
But the rattle of it scared "Woof" who put on one of his coltish exhibitions, 
causing Fiedler to drop the plane table in the sand. From then on Lt. Walker 
carried it strapped to his back with a couple of halter shanks. 

That same morning we made our exploration of Camp McCoy. Lt. Walker 
acted as the battery and sent us, with a compass and map to find hill 920. The 
fog was so thick we could not see a hundred yards ahead nor any of the big hills to 
give us a general direction. Not one of us had been there before and we had 
some time. We tried to keep near the railroad but encountered that "Excepted 
ten acres" and had to retreat to get around it. At length we reached our destina- 
tion but each of us had vowed he never would try to locate anything again with 
a pocket compass and a ten year old map. 

The fog had cleared by the time we were assembled on the hill and we proceeded 
to work with the plane table. We tried the Italian Resection, a method of locating 
a position by the use of three known points. Bobby commanded to take a map on 
the shady side of a bush while the rest stood around in the hot sun and tried to 
figure out the why of this Italian dope. We never did figure out the why — it 
took hours just to find out what to do. Long after dinner time we started back 
by way of the north ranee, where we encountered swamps, ploughed thru brush, 
then cut across the open field between Lafayette and Selfridge knolls where we 
expected 332nd to start firing at any moment. But they didn't. 

One afternoon the detail was going out to Hotel de Grasse for some Wig Wag 
practice. The men had the flags on the staffs and were carrying them as "Right 
shoulder Arms." As we neared the Headquarters building a recruit, recently 
assigned to the regiment, stepped out of the infirmary. Noticing the flags, he 
stopped, clicked his heels and held his salute while we passed. 

In practice once the data came down something like this. Aiming point, 
potato bug on far side of yonder tree. Deflection, 6300. You can imagine one of 
those queer expressions come over Weed's face, when such a thing came from his 
telephone receiver. 

Another thing to be remembered is that nice, light, handy, easily leveled B. C. 
telescope. Anyone who could accurately level it inside of half an hour certainly 
deserved a medal. 

The dav we fired over Hill 1060 about a mile of wire was out. _ To insure 
communications Runde was sent with flags on a knoll to relay the signal should 
they be necessary. As they were not he found a comfortable spot on the counter 
slope but in full' view of the guns. As it happened the shells went high and to 
the right of him. But he got a neat bawling out anyway. 

When the battery was scheduled to fire, word was usually noised around the 
night before so that the sergeants could get a line on their men and equipment 
and have things in order. Seven thirty a. m. or one p. m. was usually the hour 
set for starting to the range. However there were many details to be taken care 
of before that time. 

It was one Thursdav afternoon at about 12:30 Sgt. Richardson called the detail 
outside and with Sgt.'Boebel inspected their equipment. Evans, Weed, Clark 

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and Droessler carried combination buzzer and telephones. Barr had a spool of 
wire and so did Schlotthauer. Healy had his drawing board tucked inside his 
shirt. Fiedler and Runde carried the B. C. telescope and tripod respectively. 
The signal men and scouts carried flag kits, containing both semaphore and Wig 
Wag flags. These were always carried so if our wire communications failed we 
could resort to visual signals. All carried canteens on their belts and a few of the 
signal men had repair kits in their pockets. 

When everything was ready they marched to the stables and hastily cleaned 
and saddled their horses. There wasn't much emphasis on the cleaning these 
days, just enough so they wouldn't be "bawled out" by the little Lieutenant 
should he happen around. When a reasonable time had elapsed Richardson 
yelled out "Form in a column of twos" such a formation at this time was always 
ragged. Healy's gray nag had to go thru its usual performance and the Jim Hill 
special always pulled off a couple of circus stunts, and, well some fellows naturally 
are slow. 

The formation when completed was this; the scouts, Thompson and Healy 
in the lead, then the two sergeants followed by Runde and Fiedler with the instru- 
ment. Evans and Clark came next, then Weed and Droessler, Bennett and Garth- 
waite, M. D. and Hill bringing up the rear. This formation proceeded to the 
head of the street and fell in just in front of the Battery. Captain Myers and Lt. 
Walker, were there mounted, their horses having been taken care of by Shorty 
Garthwaite and Larson. 

Now the whole outfit was formed and ready for business. All were eager to 
go. All of a sudden the Captain's whistle sounded and he waved his hand from 
left to right over his head. The men straightened up in their saddles, and the 
horses, being used to such occasions even came to a sort of attention. His arm 
came to a vertical position over his head and swung forward, pointing straight 
ahead. The men pulled up their horses. The Captain's arm came up again and 
then down. Almost at once we all moved out. At the corner we did "column 
left" and took the road for the south range. When we were near the range the 
Captains hand went up, the signal for a halt. Two shrill blasts from a whistle 
sounded from ahead and the officers went. Then three and the detail went. 
When near the officers we did "left front into line," "Halt" and "Dismount." The 
Captain looked up from his map and gave "At Ease." Then he took a paper 
from his pocket and read: — "To Commanding Officer Battery "F" 331 F. A. 
The Reds, advancing from Tomah are in positions just north of hill ciio. The 
Blue Infantry is stationed in the vicinity of Hill 1060. You will go forward select 
and occupy positions south and west of Hill 1060." (We knew the country and 
understood the situation.) The Captain continued "I will go forward on reconnais- 
sance. The battery will follow at an alternate walk and trot, taking the trail to 
the left." Then he commanded "Posts" and we mounted up and were off. We 
took the trail thru the brush, keeping out of sight of the enemy at all times. When 
we had gone some distance we saw Shorty Garthwaite the Captain's orderly com- 
ing at full speed on the little bay. He gave some orders to Lt. Radermacher the 
executive, and bade the detail follow him. We found the Captain, and Lt. Walker 
near the old rifle range targets. They had selected a sort of a swale as a battery 
position and the hill on the right as the B. C. station. Thompson was left as 
marker for the first gun. We hastened up the hill without any thought of forma- 
tion just any way to get there. We dodged bushes, logs, rocks and ditches. When 
we had gone as far as we could with the horses we left them to the orderlies, 
Hill and M. D. Garthwaite to hold and crept single file to the brow of the hill. 
It didn't take long to discover that this place was unsuitable, because it was too 
distant and Hill 1050 partly obstructed the view so down we went, picked up all 
the men, and met the battery just as they were about to go into position. Again 

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the Captain and Lt. Walker, with the scouts and some other officers went ahead 
to pick out a better position. This time they chose a large swale about a mile 
west of Hill 1060 and just in line with it and the target, so there was ample defilade. 
The B. C. station was to be on the high point north of 1060. We met the Captain 
near the gun position. Thompson was again left as marker for the first gun and 
Weed and Droessler as operator and recorder. The horse holders brought their 
horses and we all made for the B. C. station. We disregarded the General's order 
about running the horses. In fact there were but few that could keep up to 
"Sam." the Captain's horse, without running. They were nearly exhausted 
from the last few hundred yards of steep climbing when we reached the little 
clump of trees just below the crest. Again Hill, Larson and both Garthwaites 
took care of the horses and the rest of us crept single file to the top. 

Sergeant Boebel immediately set about to establish communications. There 
was about a mile to go so after fastening an end to a brush near the B. C. station 
Corporal Evans started down the hill unrolling the wire. Part way down he 
passed the spool over to Sergeant Boebel who was mounted and who continued to 
string it out. Just over the knoll between us and the guns he had to stop to 
connect the other spool and then galloped the rest of the way to the guns. Schlott- 
hauer and Barr were left as mounted guards. 

In the meantime Sergeant Richardson and Corporal Bennett had been toiling 
with the B. C. telescope after moving it twice for the Captain and a couple of 
times for the Colonel, who happened to be there. They finally set it up in an 
old trench just on the forward slope and covered with bushes. They measured 
the proper angles using for an aiming point "Battleships Prow," a point of a hill 
that suggested the name, and for a reference point, Bald Bluff. Figuring the 
firing data was next and required only a few minutes. 

Healy had received the location of the sector and was concealed behind a bush 
drawing a panoramic sketch. 

As the distance was so great, Lt. Walker feared the communications by wire 
might fail so to make sure of some kind of communications he decided to send a 
man over to the knoll. Runde was one of the best men with the flags so he went. 
But soon Clark's buzzer clicked. The wires would work. The buzzer clicked 
"L" the signal for attention. He sent back "K X." Then come the message, 
"F O N E." Clark sent back "R" which was to say he had received and under- 
stood the message. They switched to telephone and started talking. Clark 
called "Battery" and Weed answered "B. C." 

A message over the phone is always repeated by the receiver and if it is cor- 
rect the sender says "check". That is why "check" became the most popular word 
in the detail. After a few minutes we heard Clark say "B. C, message to Captain 
Myers, Battery in order and ready to fire, signed, Radermacher Executive." 
Corporal Evans, who was recording, reported it. to Captain Myers. The firing data 
was now completed. The Captain sent back, "Message to Executive, Aiming 
Point, Battleship's Prow., Deflection 1480, On No. 2 Op. 5, Si. 305, Kr. 26, B.R., 
Do not load, 3000. This would put the guns on the reference point. When they 
were laid Lt. Radermacher reported. 

Information had come to us that the range was clear and firing safe. The 
safety officer at the guns reported "safe to fire." That meant that the guns 
were so laid that when they were fired there was no danger of the projectile striking 
anything on the hill which might cause it to glance or explode. Captain Myers 
sent back "Right 60-3200." The officers took their glasses and Richardson the 
telescope to observe the fire. Two seconds later and the second gun fired and it 

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also was normal height of burst and doughtful. Another interval of two seconds 
and the third gun fired. It was low short. The fourth went high doubtful. 
The first fell to the right of the target also. So the following message went down. 
"Left 20, down 5, 3600." This brought the bursts nearer the targets but over 
nearer the ground and the fourth gun still high. This time the range only, was 
changed "3400." These shots were also over, the 3rd and 4th a little to the left 
and the 4th still high. Rice must have stuttered when he set his corrector. Now 
Clark's monologue ran thus. "Battery, Check corrector on 4th piece, — check. — 
On No. 1 close 5 — check — down 2 — check — 3300 — check." Now they fell 
short but in line with the targets and otherwise correct. Now we had a bracket 
of a hundred yards and were ready to fire for effect; "Up 5 — Battery 1 round — 
3300" was the data. The four guns went off almost as one. The gun crews 
were working fine. We closed on No. 2, one mil and fired a couple more volleys at 
3300 and 3400. The Colonel decided we had found the targets and to save am- 
munition gave "Cease firing." 


Marking the Route 

We fired three more problems similiar to this and then the command "Close 
Station." At that we put away our instruments and prepared to go back to the 
camp. The biggest job was rolling up the wire again. But they started it at 
both ends and soon had it on the spools. We took our time returning not wishing to 
warm up the horses too much and besides we like to discuss the incidents of the days 
work, picking out the serious mistakes and showing where they might have been 

At Camp Robinson we passed our most enjoyable and most exciting days. 
Never will we forget the trips to the range for practice and for firing, and the long 
rides for reconnaissance work. Then lying in the shade and listening to the ex- 
planation of some new points; the map work and the locating of the Robinson 
sign posts; the memories of these still linger in our minds, so it was with deep 
regret that we packed our equipment and turned in our horses to depart to that 
Sunny France. 



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In France our B. C. work was altogether different. The signal men went 
to telephone school and the instrument men to reconnaissance school. Our lineup 
was considerably changed by the assignment of the new men. The instrument 
detail was composed of Richardson as sergeant, Bennett, Weed and Bradley cor- 
porals and Toohey and Koecke. The signal detail was composed of Boebel as 
sergeant, Evans, Droessler and Schlotthauer corporals, and Privates Clark. Ker- 
sten, Lewis, Runde, Healey, Barr, Carlson, Lehman and Austin. Larson, Crowe, 
Wolfrom, Hill and Healy G. U. were scouts. 

Instead of continuing our work on open warfare as we were taught in the 
states, we studied the warfare of position. This made necessary considerable 
map work, bringing into play the goniometer, that little French instrument so 
supposedly wonderful. It also involved the north brothers, Lambert, Magnetic 
and True, and the 'X' and 'Y' lines. Of course we had a plane table again, a 
nice, convenient little outfit. We used the Italian Resection and the one and two 
methods of locations and located many points on both sides of the canal, using 
such known points as LaCass signal, the camp signals, the orienting stations and 
the umbrella tree. The instrument detail made innumerable traverses with fair 
success. For a chain we managed to get fifty yards of borrowed telephone wire, 
much to the dissatisfaction of the signal sergeant. 

Meanwhile the signal detail were stringing wires quite promiscuously among 
the trees to try out their neat little switch board, which, when set up on its legs, 
looked like a tin piano. 

At length someone discovered the magic number to be eleven and it was all 
off. So this time we eagerly turned in our equipment (used the switch board for 
kindling) and prepared for that glorious land where the sun shines once in a while 
and the beds are made with springs. 

Sgt. Albert M. Richardson 



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Gun Drill 


Our first gun drill was performed at Camp Grant sometime in October under 
the instruction of "Uncle Bill" Weston. We had boxes and barrels with a board 
laid across them to represent guns and caissons, and although we got some idea 
of gun drill around these boxes it was pretty vague. 

One day "King" Cole was giving a squad standing gun drill and Ed Hines was 
one of the squad. Cole gave the command "Change posts, March." Hines 
wanted to make a good appearance before Cole so he jumped nimbly over the 
box which represented the caisson to his post on the other side. "Hines, don't 
do that," Cole advised. "It's five feet high when you get the real thing." 

After about three weeks of this gun drill, we were considered good enough to 
go over to Headquarters Company which was then across the camp on North 
Service Street, and drill on some wooden guns they had fixed up from the wheels 
and axles of a buggy and a piece of telephone pole. These were a bit better, of 
course, as they looked like guns from a distance. These guns had to be used by 
all the batteries in the regiment, so a schedule was made out, and each day at the 
scheduled hour the gun "squads were marched over to the wooden guns and pu 
through an hour of very strenuous drill at ' ' Call off," " Cannoneers post. " " L 
front of your pieces. Fall in." 

One day while we were taking our hour of physical exercise on these wooden 
guns, Captain Meyers came out to see how the men were progressing. In changing 
posts some poor bird was unlucky enough to run in front of the gun and have the 
Captain see him. Immediately the Captain cried out, "My God, man, don't 
ever do that again. You might get your head blown off some time." 

About the first of December we got our real three inch guns and caissons; but 
there were only four for the regiment, so we didn't get very much drdl on them 
before snow and cold weather. One of the guns was then moved into the annex 
of "E" Battery barracks and each day we had a little drill inside. It was during 
these drill hours that Eddie Voss and Richardson won their fame on the guns. 

In February we had a competitive gun drill in the regiment, so Lieutenants 
Cole and Welsh picked a crew which they drilled, but it failed to carry off first 
honors; the officers said they were second by only a slight margin. The crew 
consisted of Richardson, Fischer, Voss, Ivey, Rice and Sersch. 

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There was one great drawback in being a gunner, and that was that you had 
to wash harness every Friday afternoon while those in the B. C. detail did not 
have to. This fact hurt Taffy Wall more than anyone else, and every Friday, 
while washing harness, he would growl because the B. C's didn't have to help, 
and the rest of the boys would urge him on just to hear him growl. The more 
he growled the harder he scrubbed until he was scrubbing away viciously without 
knowing it. 

By the time we got to Camp Robinson we had four well trained gun crews. 
Corporal Voss fired the first shot for Battery " F " at Camp Robinson and also was 
gunner on the gun that fired the first shot for us on the range at Camp Hunt, 

irmy, we drilled on and fired three different makes 
inch, British Seventy-five, and the French Seventy- 

During our career in the 
of guns — the American three 

The section chiefs for the battery at Camp Robinson were Lorenz, Lovell, 
Amundsen, Syvrud, and Niemer; the gun corporals were Woerner, Larkin, Fischer, 
Thompson and Voss; the cannoneers were Peart, Billings, Rice, Ivey, Sersch, 
Sorum, Schriber, McDermott, Felgen, Hiland, Shipley, Berg, Micken, _ Peter, 
Wagner, Sutter, Brown, Howard, Kruse, Hellmer, Zgiersky, Wall, Dreibelbis, 
Anderson, Healy, P. D., Garthwaite, M. D., Wysong and Liddle. 

At retreat Wednesday, July I, 1918, Sgt. McNally informed us that Battery 
"F" would fire the following day. We all knew that that meant a long hard 
day for us, and the section chiefs and gunner corporals immediately started to 
worry for fear some one of their crew would pull some boner and show the battery 
up before the officers of the regiment as they all came out to "observe" when a 
battery fired. 

The next morning at 5:30, the most detestable of all calls in the army, "first 
call" woke us from our sweet dreams. After breakfast came the inevitable ^polic- 
ing with its usual, "Be sure and get all the cigarette stubs and matches, "_ "Take 
your hands out of your pockets," "Bend over," "Get everything." This 
being satisfactorily completed forty men were detailed to fill the caissons with 
ammunition, the rest of the battery went to groom. The ammunition had to be 
carried in 150 lb. boxes from the regimental supply house to the corrals which 
were about two blocks away. After the caissons were filled the section chiefs 
were assigned to their pieces, told to look them over and see that all the equipment 
was on them. So each sergeant took his gun crew and inspected his section. 
As usual there were no axes or shovels so the gun crews scouted around to find 
some. After this was done we all went back to the barracks for dinner at 11:00 

The last of the men were still washing their mess-kits when the whistle blew 
to call us out. Everyone scrambled to get into line and every man you met told 
you to hurry. At 1 1 =45 the battery formed in the regimental street, the B. C. detail 
in the lead, the gun sections following in their order, the cannoneers riding on 
the gun and caissons, the section chiefs on their own mounts beside their sections. 
At 12:00 o'clock sharp we started for the range. 

We went out on the road past the depot as we were to fire on the North range. 
The B. C. detail left the rest of the battery shortly after we hit the trail, dropping 
markers at the turns to direct the battery. We followed this road about two and 
one-half miles when Lt. Radermacher, who was in charge, called a halt as we had 
not found a marker nor seen a sign of the B. C. detail. While the officers were 
holding a consultation to decide what to do Lloyd Larson galloped up. He had 
been left as marker but somehow the battery hadn't found him. The battery 

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was then turned around and Lloyd led us back to the right road. Considerable 
time had been lost in the detour so we had to hurry and the nags were soon flecked 
with foam. The road was sandy and the wheels had dug it out until it was one 
deep rut after another. Every time the wheels hit one of these ruts the cannoneers 
were thrown about two feet off their seats and came down only to be tossed back 
up, maintaining their positions only through the use of the grip straps which 
they held to as they never before had held. After this stretch of bad road was 
covered we halted under cover of some woods to rest the horses. While we were 
stopping the command came down: "Prepare for action." 

At this command the cannoneers immediately vaulted from their seats and 
leaped to work. The gunner took the sight shank from No. 2, put it in its place, 
then took the panoramic sight from its box, examined it to see that it was all right 
and put it back in the box, unlocked the piece, tried the elevating and traversing 




gears, ran the gun back on the cushion and locked the piece. No. 1 removed 
the range quadrant from its box, put it in place, opened the breech, examined the 
breech mechanism and closed the breech. No. 2 removed the sight shank and 
gave it to the gunner, then removed the breech cover. No 3 removed the muzzle 
cover, No. 4 the fuse setter cover. No. 5 unlocked the caisson door. All this was 
done in about 15 seconds. As soon as each men had completed his duties he took 
his seat and in a few minutes we were again on the move. 

Everyone was watching now for the marker that would show us where the 
battery would go into position. We went about half a mile and came out on an 
open flat and there on the farther side was the marker. We drove into the position 
and got the command: "Action right!" Every man was on the ground almost 
instantly, the guns and caissons unlimbered, the action chiefs dismounted, turned 
their horses over to the swing driver on the gun limber, then the teams in charge 

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of "Seven-foot" Bill were driven away to some sheltered place out of sight of 
the enemy. As soon as the limbers were out of the way we swung the guns around 
into place with their caissons on the left and made them ready for action. 

The gunner put the panoramic sight in place and unlocked the piece; No. I 
opened the breech and attached the lanyard; No. 2 threw back the trail hand- 
spike; No. 4 and No. 5 let down the fuse setter and opened the caisson door while 
No. 6 cut brush to camouflage the gun and caisson. When the gunners had com- 
pleted their duties the executive pointed out to them the aiming point. _ As soon 
as their sections were ready the section chiefs reported: "—section in order, 
sir." Then the message was sent by telephone to the B. C. station "Battery 
in order and readv for data." While the cannoneers were waiting for the firing 
data they got some waste or anything else available for their ears. Section chiefs 
warned their men to make all their settings accurate and to the gunners and 
No. is to be sure and keep the bubbles level. While every one was impatiently 
waiting the command suddenly came over the telephone: "Battery attention" 
the firing data followed: 


Aiming point as 

Deflection 3500 

On No. 2 open 5 

Site 305 

Corrector 30 

Battery right 

Do not load! 


When the gunners had completed the settings the safety officer inspector in- 
spected each gun to see that the projectile would clear the trees in front of it. 
After his inspection the report was sent by the telephone to the B. C. station: 
"Safety officer reports safe to fire." Our target was a machine gun emplace- 
ment. After much more impatient waiting the command came "3200." Im- 
mediately the range was set off on the range quadrant and fuse setter. No. 5 
took shell from the caisson, placed it in the fuse setter and turned it down to set 
the fuse. No. 4 gave the shell an extra turn to make sure it was properly set 
then took it out of the fuse setter and put it in the gun. No. 1 closed the breech 
and called "Set!" the gunner "Ready!", the section chief warned "With the 
lanyard!" "Stand clear!" and raised his arm above his head to show the executive 
that his section was ready to fire. Roddy, our executive, stood near the operator, 
his feet wide apart, his head cocked to one side and his arm above his head waiting 
for the section chiefs to show that they were ready. When satisfied that the guns 
would fire at the proper interval, Roddy brought his arm down smartly. Almost 
simultaneously the first gun was fired, the other sections following in order in 
three second intervals. ""The fire was observed from the B. C. station and cor- 
rections sent down after each volley something like this: 

Right 20 

On No. 3 close 5 

Up 3 


After the imaginary machine gun implacements were blown to pieces we got 
a few minutes rest, then new data came down and we started firing again; this 

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time on imaginary infantry approaching from the north. We worked hard but 
could not stop their advance and after half an hour of firing the order came: ' ' Cease 
firing!" "March order!" " Limber front and rear!" The guns were immedia- 
tely made ready for the road and a man sent to signal to the first sergeant to bring 
in the limbers which he did at double time. The"gu" s and caissons were limbered 
up in a jiffy and the battery retreated two miles where we took up a new position 
and again hammered away at the advancing infantry, this time mowing them 
down to the last man. 

About five o'clock our work on the range was completed; we limbered up and 
started back to camp arriving there about six o'clock. The guns were parked, 
the horses put away and of course every one wanted to go to supper as it was 
already past our usual supper time. But before we got out of the corral the 
captain rushed in, insisting that the guns should be cleaned before mess. This 
was a sad blow but a necessary one and we had to take it, so we all set to work 
and in an hour the guns were cleaned and greased, then the usual inspection fol- 
lowed; first the section chief looked the gun over, then the captain looked at it, 
next the adjutant and last the ordnance sergeant. If it suited each and every 
one of them — all right, if it didn't — well it all had to be done over again. We 
might add that Battery "F" established the record for speed in properly cleaning 
the guns. 

The paulins were stretched over the guns and the cleaning materials put away 
by seven o'clock. Our work for the day was finished, but "the saddest thing of 
all happened as we were going to supper; the "special" for Sparta pulled out 
and the boys were left behind. 

As soon as we were dismissed we took to the showers and the cry went up, 
"■Another day, another dollar." 

Sgt. Joseph H. Niemer 



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"Say Moke how would you like to be at Camp Grant now riding the wooden 
horses like we did when we first joined the army?" 

"Well if I knew then what I know now I would have tried for a job with the 
Q. M. or M. P.," replied Moke. "Kislingbury may be a good carpenter but 
he can't put a barrel on legs, with a head on one end and a tail on the other and 
make me believe it is a horse." 

This wooden horse was our first materiel, used for teaching us the stunts we 
needed to know later on. Lt. Eisner used to take us out of the corral where the 
dummies stood, their legs buried in ten inches of frozen mud, and put us through 
the tricks. The first day he showed us how to mount by placing the left hand 
on the withers (as he called it) and the right hand on the back, then by giving 
a good jump he could manage to get up, but we didn't find it so easy. It didn't 
take long to learn to mount" but when we had to lean back, raise knees, and cut 
scissors it was no joke, but everybody tried. Mike Zgiersky was the star actor 
with Jim Minefi a close second. "Col." Weed carried away the most splinters. 
Charley said if everybody got as many as he did there would be no horse left. 
Well why shouldn't he have collected the most? 

Before the wooden horse was well broken we got some real artillery horses, 
at least some were branded "A" which was all that could be said for some of them 
as far as being artillery horses was concerned. Each animal was equipped with 
a hemp rope halter and a coat of hair long enough to braid. And they were not 
as quiet as they might have been by a long shot. Everybody in the outfit had 
at least seen a horse, but these looked more vicious than any we'd ever associated 
with before. It was our duty to care for them, so we went to work with a will. 
At first we took them for long walks, to train them to lead and we tried our best 
to show them that we were harmless; but they were running the bluff on us so 
that we didn't bother them much, and kept away as far as possible. Irving Wall 

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said, "The farther away I can keep away from those beasts the better I feel," 
so he got the job as cook. 

Soon after getting the old farm plugs so that they'd lead Lt. Eisner took us 
to the stables and asked "All who can ride step one pace forward." No one 
stepped out, not even John L. He must have been on K. P. or goldbricking. 
Then the "Loot" began picking his riders choosing about half of the battery. 
The rest were ordered to go into the stable and each to lead out a horse. They 
seemed as big as mountains and as wild as wolves to us trembling rookies, when 
we were told to place one hand on the withers, the other on the back and mount 
according to instructions. Some were easy. Friedly made a lucky draw getting 
91, but the man who got Tuffy was S. O. L. The prescribed form for mounting 
was not always used that day. Some of the horses were led up to the fence where 
the rider would slide on quietly. Other riders were lifted to their seats, only remain- 
ing a few seconds, then practicing aviation. No one was seriously hurt in those 
days except Gus Woerner; Gloomy Gus got a broken leg. As soon as a few were 
mounted a line was formed around the stables, with one man leading and one 
riding, the latter hanging on to the mane with both hands. Before long the rider 
was ordered to "fold arms let his spine grow limp, his legs hang naturally and 
still stick on." Was it possible? It was after a little practice alright, for no 
one wanted to fall. 

A few days later the Q. M. parted with 25 watering bits and some blankets 
and surcingles. 25 men could now ride at a time, and we thought the fun was 
coming. But when we tried to drive a plow horse with the calves of the legs 
we were up against it. Eisner knew just how to do it though, and the way he told 
us to ride 'em wasn't easy. The first was, "Take the reins in both hands exerting 
a light pressure on the horses mouth." How could we hang on? was the question 
we wanted to ask. To tell the horse you wanted him to go forward you should 
bat him with the calves of the legs. Some fellow would cheat and try to cluck, 
but the "Loot" would call him and in picturesque language inform the culprit 
that he was "in the arm}' now" and not back home on the farm. 

We got a real treat when the Lieut, introduced us to Old John Slow Trot. 
The first day that we heard "slow trot ho-0-0-0-0'' half of the horses got away 
from us. Maybe it was easy for an old head, but when a new rider bounced six 
inches from his seat every step and caught himself from falling by jerking the reins 
the atmosphere became blue. "Keep off that horses mouth and quit jerking 
those reins, remember those horses cost Lmcle Sam Jsi 75. 00 a piece and we can 
get all you men we want for a dollar a day." Rice and McDermott were the 
worst offenders and caught the most hell. Even Sgt. Barlow would soothe them 
by yelling, "Never mind if you do fall off you haven't far to fall," although he 
never tried it himself. Then old 1-2-3 would get excited, with Mclntyre on his 
neck and the saddle blanket slipping off over his tail and would dash off in mad 
terror. Some fellow would shout, "Ride hint cowboy, you'll like it." 

If it hadn't been for John L's nerve, some of those half wild snakes would still 
be free. But he tried as long as there was any hope even though he couldn't 
stick. When we had supplying exercises "90" — "4" — "91" — "127" — and "6" 
were favorites. Klondike was more like the wooden horses than any. He never 
moved while the boys tried mounting from the rear. 

Those 25 watering bits w-ere used from morning till night. When men were 
not suffering equitation in the corrals under Lt. Eisner, Hard Robert would take 
the B. C. detail out, climbing banks, jumping ditches, running through the woods 
or swimming the Rock River. Nothing was impossible although Bob bounced 
just as high as the rest of us. Believe me John B's "Liver" would not satisfy 



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our appetites after a long jog lead by the heroic Robert. Quoting Officer Minor, 
"Never again will a board seat seem hard." It was sad for Bennett too. _ The 
"Fighting Corporal" had been somewhere in a warm place most of the winter, 
but one day got up too earlv and fell out with the rest of the battery. The detail 
went out for a hard ride led by Sir Robert. They got lost and it started to rain. 
When they returned, all were riding uncomfortably, but the tender Bennett was 
suffering. Right then and there he declared it was his last ride, and no one blamed 

At last Spring came and as the weather warmed the horses shed their long 
coats, all but the mane and fetlocks, which we clipped. It wasn't until then 
that Lt. Walker found Pushfoot the speediest horse in the corral, at least it seemed 
that way when we had to follow him. The clipping machine clicked away con- 
stantly adding a lot to the appearance of the outfit. "Get your horse clipped 
and claim him," the Stable Sergeant told us, but when we had him clipped, some 
one else claimed him. 

Making Him Like It 

What's that? We're going to get full equipment for overseas? Well sure 
enough we got 40 complete outfits, saddles and bridles. They came just in time 
to. We drew them at midnight and slept on 'em. The following day was to 
be our big Blackhawk parade at Rockford, and that new saddle and bridle was 
just the stuff, for we all expected the little Blonde, with the big blue eyes, to be 
on the corner of State and Main to watch us go by. We were up early the next 
day fitting those saddles to the horses we had spent so much time clipping. Then 
Lt. Eisner formed the cavalry troop in line, commanded, "Count fours!" and 
we practiced fours right and fours left until time to move out. We sure were 
a snappy looking outfit in that parade with our sorrels shined up with the old 
"high polish" glistening in the sun. 

The new saddles and bridles seemed to create a new interest and Sunday 
riding circle was started. It became regular Sunday morning stunt to get a wild 
one on a rope and have Jim Hill ride him. Danny Becker even complained that 

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Battery "F" was disturbing the slumber of his stable details. It was worth a 
court martial the fun we had. After the grooming was completed, Hutch would 
have a wild one led out, a long rope put on him and any one who cared to could 
ride him. It was a good ride too, while it lasted. Before it ended the horse 
gave up, unless it was a particularly stubborn one. 

What was to be done with those bad ones was a serious question. Every 
time we tried to train them they got the best of us, and after they had gone the 
limit, kicking Higgins and Hines around and pushing Kaplin's face in, their day 
of reckoning came. Enough horse were saddled to lead five of those brutes for half 
a day, changing the saddle horse every hour, but keeping the "snakes" on the 
jump. Once when way out from the corral "114" shied and ran into" 1 zc/'who politely 
kicked over the rope and "1 14" was a free horse only he couldn't realize it. The 
riders just gathered around quietly and caught him. Of course we couldn't tell 
our story, so Lt. Eisner didn't hear about it, until some sticky sergeant overheard 
the boys joking about it. Those five devils traveled fifty miles and only one 
of them refused to give up. They were all hard boiled but that one was the 
limit. None of them were ever well enough trained to be ridden by a soldier. 
When we started on that long hike to Sparta the worst ones were turned back 
to the remount, but "114" and the Keghead were led behind the caissons. When 
we got them to Camp Robinson they had a regular training. Every day a detail 
headed by Syvrud and Billings with Dreibelbis and a few other huskies harnessed 
and drove them in spite of all the hell they raised until finally they tamed down, 
but they were always just the least bit uncertain. Camp Robinson was an ideal 
place for rough work and besides the long hike had made the bunch veterans. 

At Camp Robinson we sure had a chance to show our horsemanship, for the 
range was a big one. Every day the B. C. detail would go out to Lafayette Knoll, 
Pine Tree Bluff or some other high point to get a squint at a favorable aiming 
point or at a fierce battle between the Reds from Tomah and the Blues from 
Sparta. The way we galloped to the foot of those hills was nothing shabby for 
Hard Robert generally had blood in his eye and we had to follow. The warm 
weather was favorable for blisters too, but that made no difference, we were hard- 
ened there. 

Just when we thought we were hard enough to go through hell on a rail, Eisner 
took the whole battery out with blankets and surcingles for a one hundred per 
cent test. One morning after a work out he inquires, ' ' Do you feel alright Schlott- 
hauer?" And Julius answered rubbingly, "Oh my yes." But Julius would 
have been willing to stand up for his meals during that warm weather. Even 
Bridges enjoyed his ride for after a hard day in the shop he would saddle Dan, 
the old wind broken cow pony, and jog off to look for souvenirs on the range, 
followed by Red, Burrows and Haverland. No one knew what happened but 
they had hot arguments in that old shop over which was the fastest horse in the 
corral. Cooper Kohn seemed to have them all stopped, for Tuffy could come 
through with a prize on any track. Higgins claimed the high jump. Pete never 
did stop for an ordinary gate or the bar across the stable door, if he was hungry 
and he was always hungry. 

To have something real exciting to do, a crude hurdle was built in the corral 
and each saddle horse was tried out. Pete showed 'em all up, but when it came to 
a low jump over a bale of hay, Amundsen's "19" or "149" the "Slicker," "Doc," 
"30" and "155" were all good. Of course Shorty was always there, riding his 
pony with a halter, but that was to be expected, there was nothing impossible 
for that pair. A small horse and a small rider but they did big things. When 
we had real hurdle drill with Eisner commanding, the riders would be lined up, 
ordered to tie the reins in a knot and fold arms as the horse took the leap. Many 
a rider took a hard fall in the soft sand, but it was the best way to teach them 



not to jerk the horse when he went over. Then the horse would gallop off to 
the barn before the reins could be recovered. 

When the older veterans had learned about all the tricks in the red book, 
the rest of our men joined us and the same stuff was taught them in a hurry. 
Drager will never forget riding that horse on a slow trot with his arms folded. 
Tohn L and Hines were kept busv loading Lawrence back on his horse after each 
fall It took a detail to keep Casev, Deshaw, Kellermann, Elliott and Frese on 
their horses. Every man had to ride with arms folded at the slow trot in order 
to get a good seat^ even though they bounced from their horses' ears back to 
their tails'. The horses were gentle and paid no attention where the men landed. 
All this drill was done with one man leading and the other riding. But as soon 
as a man showed ability to ride, he was given the watering bit and a place in the 
ring as a rider For a while the recruits had equitation alone, but that was tame, 
so before they had finished their riding lessons the whole battery would go together. 

Monday morning was always the favorite day, after a week end at LaCrosse 
Everyone rode bareback, or with blanket and surcingle and we all had to work 
off a grouch. The battery would "fall in" "right dress," "count fours, ^ 
' ' prepare to mount " " mount' ' and with ' ' Right four forward, fours right, Ho-o-o 
head for the gate and thence to the drill field out in the stumps west of camp 
That was where many of us sobered up, altho for the first part of the drill all 
the commands sounded alike, just a long string of hours, whether Lieutenant 
Eisner had too much La Crosse or we'd had too much Portage, we never could 
tell Fifty-fifty would probably be correct. After a good stiff cavalry drill we d 
pull the individual stuff," leading trooper from front to rear, trot" etc., '■galloping 
using the correct lead," "What lead have you Schlotthauer?" "Right Sir 
guessed Julius, but the probable error was "agin him" and he'd have to guess 
"left then" before he'd be rewarded, "correct." When we'd play follow the 
leader, with Lieut. Eisner showing us the way, we'd wind up in all sorts of serpen- 
tine formations and woe be unto the unlucky cuss that got mixed up; Oh Boy, 
what the Loot couldn't tell the trooper that pulled a boner on a Monday morning 
session was sure not worth mentioning. Them wuz the days. 


Riding a well broken single mount was a joke compared to driving a pair in 
harness. It was mighty hard work training them, but we turned out some well 
trained six horse teams before we were thru. It was a never to be forgotten 
morning, that old "Take it from me" Collins took the battery out on the hill 
by the Remount Depot. It was colder than H— 1 and each man was leading 
two horses. He had us pulling off teams movements, leading six horses around 
as teams. We nearly froze. We preferred to have Hard Robbie show us the 
team movements in the warm Non-coms', room, using a hobnail shoe for the 
piece team and a russett shoe for the caisson team. _ We worked early and late, 
matching up the pairs for gait, size, color and disposition and, by the time we had 
a few well trained teams, we found that we'd developed some first class drivers 
too and from then on the work progressed rapidly. Lt. Eisner was mighty hard 
to suit at first tho, he wanted the "near" reins held just so and the "off" rans 
had to be held in just the correct manner, the whip had to be used on the "off" 
horse and the manner it was applied had to follow the "Drill Regs" to the last 
detail. It wasn't long until the right way was the easiest and^the section chiefs 
and drivers got to bragging about their "grays" or "roans" or "box-cars." 
With lead drivers like Willie Peart, Sorum, Ivey and Taffy, taking a six horse 
team thru the brush and stumps got to be a cinch. Larkin was a handy driver 
to have around, as he could tip Sgt. Ted Syvrud off in such a tactful manner when 
Ted would slip up,"Come on Baldy, heads up there, Column Right's the command." 
Of course Ted was properly grateful (?). We soon had a well trained Battery 
Mounted and we were ready for any sort of field service. 

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Certain horses, single mounts in particular, became pets of their riders. There 
was old Sam that Capt Myers was so fond of. Sam had a knee action in front 
that was a combination of Sgt. Merrill on Guard Mount and Lieut. Radermacher 

parading on a Regimental Review. Lieut. Eisner used about three, the "Slicker" 


use Stable Sgt. Higgin's pet Pete. John B. rode Pedro, the Military Marvel, 

for drill and equitation, old "thirsty" on the range and jumping the hurdles he'd 

imping t 
, the M 
groomed, the "loot" rode Pvt. 

altho a couple of times when Pedro was improper 

Hellmer good and plenty. Lieut. Frew liked "14.9" best, while Lieut. Walker would 
ride any of them, altho Pushfoot was his choice. Top-cutter Bill rode "78," 
Chief Horseshoer Bridges rode his namesake Dan and Cooper Kohn claimed 
"Tuffy," so named because he had the cutest little mustache just like Tuffy 
Baird's of Hq. Co. Lieut. Mitchell had his private mount "Doc" that Hines 
thought so much of. After the Lieut, was transferred to Hq. Co. Hines had only 
"114" and '"Keghead" left to groom with his long handled stable broom. Cpl. 
Max Webster had "90" for guidon horse and groomed him at least twice, according 

All He Did was Rattle the Lax. 

to eyewitnesses, once at Grant and once at Robinson. Shorty Garthwaite claimed 
the smallest horse in the battery and, of course, Sgt. Barlow had the best horse 
in the outfit, as also did George U. and 192 other members of "F" Btry. All 
that George L T .'s gray needed was training and his rider was giving him lots of 
it. Schlotthauer rode No. 14, the horse with the coach-dog gait. No. 14 proved 
the statement made in the F. A. D. R., that a horse takes the disposition of it's 

It was a sad day when we moved "overseas" and had to leave our good friends 
behind. They were sent back to the Remount Depot at Camp Grant and their 
life in the }?ist Field Artillery was ended. But before they were loaded on the 
trains the Captain took a last gallop on Sam, Pete jumped the hurdles for "Red," 
Lt. Eisner slipped the "Slicker" another measure of oats, Shorty took a last 
jog on his ponv, "Tuffy" bit Cpl. Kohn just once more. Sorum whispered a 
last goodbve to his grav team and "Finis" was written after "equitation" 
in Battery "F," 331st F. A., U. S. A. 

Corp. Roy T. Evans 

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In the preparation of this section the following articles were completed which 
unfortunately had to be omitted due to lack of space. 

Homines Cars— Corp. Glenn Bennett. 

Gas— Sgt. William Kislingburg. 

The Hike — Corp. Clement F. Thompson. 

Robinson to France— Pvt. Alban B. Fiedler. 

Paper Work— Corp. Clifford M. Bradley. 

Mess — Corp. Clement F. Thompson. 

Rumors— Corp. Clifford M. Bradley. 

Guard Duty — Sgt. Gustave Woerner. 

Goldbricking— Corp. Clifford M. Bradley. 

The statistics of this section were prepared by Corp. Maxwell Webster. 







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When first I joined the army, I enjoyed it very much; 

I thought that I might just as well go help to trim the Dutch. 
The bucks in the Artillery all seemed so very grand, 

But I thought I could play a horn so I joined the Band. 

Now things went fine for quite a while; we never had a fuss, 
But it wasn't long till every one was interested in us. 

When the Company had work to do, we got severely panned; 
They'd always raise a holler, "Where is the Band." 

We dug some ditches, did K. P., and scrubbed and shoveled snow, 
And cleaned the stables, played for drill, were always on the go. 
The barns were full of fiery steeds, the Company lacked the sand; 

So they turned the worst ones over to the lousy Band. 

Besides all this we played for them about eight hours each day; 

But the Band was rotten, at least that's what they'd say, 

When we made for the mess line, you would hear on every hand, 

"Hurry up, you Company men, here comes the Band." 

"Oh, anyone can play a horn," that's what they seemed to think, 
"It only takes two weeks to learn, so why raise all this stink?" 

If our job looks so easy, just let them try a hand, 

And grab a blasted instrument and join the Band. 

And if by chance there's any one who thinks they'll call this bluff, 
He'll soon find out, he'll be convinced that he has had enough, 

Now let's all try to get along, we're part of this great land, 
So we'll help you and you'll help us to help the Band. 

If some musician has bum feet and you don't like his looks, 
Don't call the whole damned outfit a dirty bunch of crooks; 

But look around all through the bunch, pick out the guilty man, 
Call him the dirty slacker, and not the whole Band. 


Suppose some man gets wounded — some Hun should leave his brand, 
When we go out to pick him up, would he curse the Band? 

Suppose he dies and we play taps for this deluded friend, 

"Well, I'll be damned" his ghost would say" the Band. 


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Top — Coplm, Freeman. Krueger, Gaughan, McMaster, Feagan, Ableiter. Coher. Sec 
Biddick, Baima, Lieut Lauiier, VanDuyn, John Hansen, Webster Bottom Row- 



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Top Row— Belhn. Welter, Saxe, btenman. 
Tuma, Stafer. Bottom Row— Fros 
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«-d Row— Helsapple, James Hansen, II» 


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Lieutenant William Laurier, Director 

Ernest C. McMasters, Assistant Director 

Harry M. Coplin, Sergeant Trumpeter 

John W. Van Duyn, Sergeant — Drum Major 


Musician 1st Class James S. Hanson, Librarian. 

Clarinets Bb 

Musician ist Class Dominick B. Baima, Premier. 
Corporal Benjamin F. Biddick, Assistant. 
Corporal Harold E. Cummings, Repiano. 
Musician 2nd Class Helge Tegner, Second. 
Musician 2nd Class Samuel Colger, Second. 
Musician 3rd Class Charles J. Lippolt, Third. 
Musician 3rd Class Frank Steuterman, Third. 

Clarinet Eb 

Musician ist Class George H. Givens. 


Musician 3rd Class Frederick M. Lahrman. 


Musician ist Class Arthur W. Keller. 


Musician 2nd Class Donald DuVall. 

Musician 3rd Class Frederick M. Lahrman, Alto 
Musician 3rd Class Melvin C. Reppin, Tenor. 
Corporal Rodney Hurd, Baritone. 


ist Class John R. Hanson, Premier 
ist Class Leon U. Webster, Assistant 
ist Class James S. Hanson, Repiano 
2nd Class Walter H. Helsaple, First 
2nd Class Conrad P. Holt, Second 
3rd Class Henry W. Malchow, Second 
3rd Class Lee C. Canfield, Third 
3rd Class Charles A. Sughroe, Third 
3rd Class Frank Tuma, Fourth 
3rd Class George I. Shafer, Fourth 

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Sergeant Trumpeter Harry M. Coplin, Premier 
Musician 2nd Class Herman G. Claus, Assistant 
Musician 3rd Class Lawrence C. Lottridge, Second 
Musician 3rd Class Earl Tuttle, Third 
Musician 3rd Class George B. Legge, Fourth 


Assistant Band Leader Ernest C. McMasters 


,nd Ch 

.nd Cla 

Frank A. Feagen 
Arthur H. Ableiter 


Sergeant Axel I. Stenman, Premier 
Sergeant William A. Saxe, Assistant 
Corporal Math A. Wolters, Second 
Musician 3rd Class Otto E. Bellin, Third 
Musician 3rd Class Vernie Coher, Bass 
Musician 3rd Class Irwin L. Christy, Bass 

Sergeant Max W. Freeman, Eb Bass 
Musician 2nd Class John J. Gaughan, Eb Bass 
Musician 2nd Class Adolph W. Krueger, BBb Bs 

Sergeant John W. Van Duyn, Tympani, Bells 
Corporal James C. Forster, Snare Drum, Traps 
Musician 3rd Class Theodore Hanisch, Snare Drum 
Corporal Joseph R. Frost, Bass Drum 
Musician 3rd Class Adolph E. Ullrich, Cymbals 


Camp Grant Thanksgiving Day 1917 

Camp Grant, Billy Sunday Day, Apr. 22, 1918 

State Capitol, Madison, Wis., May 19 

Sparta Wis., May 30 

Tomah, Wis., June 26 

Wilton, Wis., Aug. 2 

Camp Mills, N. Y., Sept. 9 

On board S. S. Lapland, Liverpool, Eng., Sept. 29 

Y. M. C. A., Romsey, Eng., Oct. 2 

Belgian Hospital, Cherbourg, France, Oct. 5 

Camp Hunt, France, Armistice Day, Nov. 11 

Base Hospital No. 22, Souge, France, Dec. 22 

Camp Genicart, France, Dec. 25 



Grand Amphitheatre de L' Athene, Bordeaux, Dec 26 

Salle Franklin, Bordeaux, Dec. 29 

Balcony Y. M. C. A. Bordeaux, Jan. 1 

American Docks, Bassens, Jan. 14 

On board S. S. Duca D'Aosta, Marseilles, Jan. 20 

Gibraltar, Jan. 23 

Camp Merritt, N. J. Feb. 7 


Regimental Band 331st Field Artillery 

Grand Amphitheatre de 1' Athene 

Bordeaux, France 

La Marseillaise 

Overture to "Oberon" 

Waltz "Crimson Petal" 

Selection from the opera "Macbeth" 

March " Le Regiment de Sambre-et-Meuse" 

Grand War March and Battle Hymn from the Opera "Rienzi' 
Waltz "Moonlight on the Nile" 
Concert Suite "Atlantis, The Lost Continent" 
"The Stars and Stripes Forever" 
The Star Spangled Banner 







During the programme the following encores will be given: "Trombone Blues," 
Jewell. "A Night in June," King. "Sally Trombone," Fillmore. Fox Trot 
"My Belgian Rose." 'March "U. S. Field 'Artillery March," Sousa. 


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"Watch yourself!" cried a commanding voice in strident tones. With an 
obedient quiver, the Royal Italian S. S Duca d' Aosta did a column left and just 
missed knocking the Rock of Gibraltar out into the middle of the Atlantic. Thus 
was a great disaster narrowly averted. If there's anything Our Director can't 
direct, he ain't found it yet. 

On past the big pebble and out onto the wet and zigzag Atlantic oozed the 
overgrown tin bathtub for its mad dash homeward at ten knots per hour, some 
hours. Aboard the awful Wopus boat, besides leagues of macaroni and gobs 
of alleged meat, rode the cream of the A. E. F., while down in the cellar in apart- 
ments especially reserved for them skulked the creme de la creme, the doggoned 

On fine days the musicians were allowed to come up for air and to play 
blithesome airs' to cheer up the officers (Who cheered up the band? No-body!) 
and so on this particular day on the last of January, nineteen nineteen, the boys 
sat gracefully grouped in a circle like an egg, just as they had appeared before 
all the crowned heads of Europe at the most prominent Y. M. C. A's, and care- 
lessly jazzed their way through "Maximillian Robespierre." Yessir, the boys 
were in a largo frame of mind, for while they toyed with the music, keeping one 
eye on the li'l notes and one on Our Director, the other 
kept straying over the portcullis toward the western 
horizon. Hard for you, perhaps, but easy for them, 
for they learned that little trick at guardmount. And 
though only fourteen hundred kilowatts and seventy- 
six centimes out of the port of Marseilles, the musikers 
were already straining their eyes for a glimpse of the 
Goddess of liberty, the most beautiful lady in the 
world, excepting of course the Girl Back Home. 

A few short days and this grand galaxy of musical 
marvels was due to scatter to the four points of the 
compass, from Osaveous, Minn., to Buzzard's Roost, 
Arkansas, and even worse and so for several days the 
hard-boiled company guys had been treating the band- 
boys almost as equals, so that next summer when 
the circus comes to town, they can sit over next to the 
band with the girl Back Home and holler, "Hey, 
Mack! How's all them buzzards?" 

The pride of the A. E. F. first saw the light back 
at Camp Grant in September, 1917, when Lieut. Wm. 
Laurier, not commissioned at that time but a band 
leader in the regular army, came down from Camp 



551 1 1 Field Artillery^ 


Robinson, Wis., where he had finished organizing and training the band of the 
8th F. A. He immediately set about organizing a military band for the 331st 
F. A., just forming, and all the musicians in the regiment were transferred to Head- 
quarters Company on September 28, which marked the passing of peace for the 
company. And also for the musicians. 

The first rehearsal pulled off on October first sounded like a gang of mules 
policing up a tin barn, the rioters including Dom Baima, Web Webster, Pokerman 
Cummings, Largo Bill Saxe, Uncle Adolph Krueger, Hatchet-face Claus, Pete 
Hanisch, Hiene Malchow, Potts Bellin, Useless Ullrich, Farmer Holt, Abe Helsaple, 
Red Hurd, Abbie Ableiter, Boogey Lippolt, Jack Frost and two musikers from 
Bell's Rockford band, Scotty Legge and Alec Stenman, the latter copping all 
honors for being the first enlisted man in the regiment. Government instruments 
arrived on October 10 and the band began to play guardmount and retreat, be- 
sides putting over three concerts a week for (or on) the fellows at regimental 
recreation halls. 

In November the band played for Governor Lowden and Senator Lewis on 
the occasions of their visits to camp. Barnum & Bailey's circus quit for the 
winter about this time and the third day following Mack McMasters blew in, 


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enlisted, warbled a few on his baritone and was handed the job of assistant director 
right off the bat, whereat Alto Pete Coplin of the circus dashed up and grabbed 
off the boss-ship of the pest section (here's where we get even with the buglers) 
his monicker being sergeant trumpeter. Peewee Kellar couldn't hold out any 
longer and toted his tin whistle down from Bell's band to join out with the 
Three-thirty-last. October's other great event was the band's da-boo at a Thanks- 
giving Y. M. C. A. concert and the stuff went over big, the audience being in a 
good humor because of the turkey, cranberries and ice cream and feeling strong 
enough to stand anything. 

Torchy Freeman, an old pal of Mack and Alto Pete formerly of the fog- 
horn section of Ringling's circus 
band, came up on one of those 
slow trains from Arkansas in the 
Santa Claus month, closely pursued 
by Hank Hansen of Barnum & 
Bailey's, Van Duyn of the Rock- 
ford Grand Opera House orchestra 
and Johnnie Gaughan, who had 
been ballyhooing with all the carni- 
vals. Then came Jim Hansen, 
Hank's brother, to be librarian and 
li'l Bennie Biddick, to be a good boy 
and do his bit. (My gosh, you 
just oughta have seen our Bennie 
over in France!) 

Christmas eve is generally a time 
of good cheer, bokoo joy and all 
that, but Old Man Gloom was all 
over the place on Christmas eve, nineteen seventeen, for Hatchet-face had up and 
come down with measles and got the whole bunch quarantined and so there weren't 
no passes ner nuthin. And to make it worse, the Emerson-Brantingham band 
from Rockford froze up while playing "Hail, gentle Yuletide!" at the camp 
Christmas tree and so our heroes had to stagger over and finish the job and 'twas 
bitter cold and they like to froze and damned the Kaiser and cussed the day they 
joined the army 'n everything! Some jolly Christmas eve! 

There wasn't a thing to do all winter except rehearse, play concerts, shovel 
snow with dishpans, make skating ponds, do K. P. and valet for a gang of wild 
man-eating beasts erroneously supposed to be horses. Several corral concerts 
were given for their especial benefit, music being supposed to have power to soothe 
savage beasts, but these here beasts were too gosh darned savage and it took 
half the band to hold 'em while the other half played. The days whizzed by like 
snails. Lincoln Abraham was a newcomer the last of April and luckless Bell's 

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band was nicked for another man, Swede Tegner. In May occured the Big Hike, 
marked by a brigade concert on the steps of the Wisconsin State Capitol at Madison, 
Lt. Laurier directing the combined bands of the 331st, 332nd and 333rd. 

Shortly after the brigade arrived at Camp Robinson came the War Department 
order authorizing the enlargement of army bands to fifty pieces and the awarding 
of commissions to directors. In addition to daily rehearsals and a whole raft of 
mliitary and musical duties beginning with a morning serenade before reveille and 
ending with a post-retreat concert concluding at 7:15 (too late to catch Sparta 
special) in addition to all this, the boys honored numerous requests from neigh- 
boring towns for Red Cross and W. S. S. days and put on several Sunday concerts 
at Sparta. These jobs were easy to take, however, for there were gobs of prettv 
girls in the towns and you know how it is with pretty girls and uniforms. Then 
there was that day in June when Mack, Axel, Hank and Torchy broke the world's 
speed record getting off the artillery range when the 332nd opened fire. Not 
knocking the 332nd gunners nor anything, but our fellows were carrying too much 
speed for their shells. 

Meanwhile the band was recruited to full strength by the enlistment and trans- 
fer of eighteen new musicians. Barney Faegan put his name on the dotted line 
on June" 1 4, followed on July 16 by another trooper, Tweet DuVall. The next 
day a whole batch of new fellows came up from Camp Grant, including Bill Christy, 
Tennessee Steuterman, Slippery Wolters, Toomey Tuma and Duke Sughroe. 
More blew in on July 27, including Noisy Coher, Ike Shafer, Jimmie Forster and 
Puttie Tuttle followed a few days later by the pride and joy of Headquarters 
company, Sam Colger, the famous Wopus kid from Clevey-land, O-hi! 

Goodwin Canfield, a bright lad from Sparta, enlisted on July 31; on August 
4 Freddie Lahrman and Larry Lottridge fell off the rattler from Fort Thomas, 
Ky., and Gibbie Givens was kidnapped from Sparks Bros, circus at Sparta a few- 
days later. This filled up the band so the regiment sailed for France in September. 

After that it was just one dingbusted thing after another. For fear of tipping 
off our location to the submarines, the band was allowed to toot only in mid- 
ocean, being compelled to desist near the Irish coast, which was not hard to 
do. At Liverpool we lost Lincoln Abraham; he died of influenza a few hours 
after being removed to a hospital. The friendly personality of this fine high- 
spirited lad had endeared him to all and his loss was a personal sorrow to every- 

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The band led the regiment through Cherbourg on the entry onto French soil 
later and cheered the wounded warriors at the Belgian hospital at Cherbourg 
with a concert for which we were rewarded with the biggest bunch of the biggest 
chrysanthemums anyone ever saw, all dolled up with the Belgian colors and looking 
like a billion dollars. The company men were just plain green-eyed jealous when 
the doggoned band returned bearing the trophy. Oh, yes! Cherbourg was the 
place where the Frenchman kissed our Johnny Goggin! (And do you remember 
how they cheered and sang when we played " Le Regiment de Sambre-et-Meuse? 
Oh, Boy!) 

At Camp Hunt regular rehearsals were again resumed, the entire library having 
been brought along. The collection was one of which any organization might 


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well be proud, including as it did six hundred selections with a large number of 
the best concert numbers valued at $1,000. Daily routing and Y. M. 
C. A. concerts occupied the next two months and then came the departure for 

Generous recognition came to the band at Bordeaux, both from the audiences 
of other regiments and from the camp commander, Col. "Spike" Hennessey, 
who was desirous of holding the outfit for his camp band. The boys finally got 
away, but only after playing everywhere day and night for weeks around both 
camps, at Bordeaux and at the Bassens docks for "Y" concerts, dances, dinners, 
funerals, a war orphan show and the departure of a hospital transport, the reward 
being everything from three cheers to a cup of cocoa and sometimes both. 

Poor Christie was unlucky enough to get the mumps at the last minute and 
was left behind. And plucky Goodwin Canfield, ill for months in the hospital 
at Camp Hunt. We'd have given anything to have brought him back with us. 
(Goodwin passed away at Columbia General War Hospital No. i, New York 
City, on May 29. He was a fine high minded boy of splendid character and this 
news of his passing will be received with regret by all the regiment.) 

The story of the wild, wild crossing of the Duca d' Aosta is too moving for 
our pen; you tell 'em, Mr. Regimental Historian. Only the band played as never 
before on that glorious morning in February when the transport sailed up New 
York harbor past the Statue of Liberty and the air was "The Stars and Stripes 


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Captain Raymond Elder Robinson 

Born at St. Paul, Minnesota, November 6, 1886. 
University of Illinois Mechanical Engineering, B. S. 1908 — M. S. 1909 

Commissioned 1st Lieutenant, August 15, 1917, at Fort Sheridan, Illinois. 
Joined 331st F. A. August 29, 1917; Adjutant 1st Battalion, August 29 to Decem- 
ber 31, 1917. Assigned to Headquarters Co. Dec. 31, 1917; in Command of 
Company from July 1, 1918. Promoted to Captain, Aug. 20, 1918. 

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First Lieut. Stephen William Collins 

Born at Rock Island, Illinois, May 18, 1883. 

University of Illinois, Civil Engineering, Class of 

Commissioned 1st Lieut., Nov. 27, at Fort 
Snelling, Minn. Joined 331st F. A. Dec. 15,1917; 
attached to F Btry. Dec. 15, 1917 to March 18, 
1918; assigned to' B Btry. March 18, 1918; at- 
tached as C. O. A Btry. May 20 to June 3, 
191S; assigned to Headquarters Company October 
[2, 1918. 

First Lieut. George Wallace Miller 

Born at St. Paul, Minnesota, March 4, 1893 

University of Minnesota, Electrical Engineering, 
Class of 1918. 

Commissioned 1st Lieut. Nov. 27, 1917 at 
Fort Snelling. Minnesota. Joined 331st F. A. 
Dec. 15, 1917. With C Btry Dec. 15, 1917 to 
October 12, 1918. Assigned to Headquarters 
Company October 12, 191 8. 


First. Lieut. Wayne A. Baird 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., August 15, 1917 
at Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined 331st F. A 
and assigned to Headquarters Company Aug. 29. 
1917. Promoted to 1st Lieut. Dec. 31, 1917 
Transferred to Embarkation Camp, Bordeaux, 
France, Dec. 29, 1918. 



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First Lieut. John Caleb Hendee 

Born at Anderson, Indiana, May 16, 1892. 

Purdue University, Civil Engineering, Class of [914 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut. August 15, 1917 at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined the 331st F. A. 
Aug. 29, 1917. Promoted to 1st Lt., Dec. 31, 

First Lieut. Norman Earle Sterling 

Born at Dixon, Illinois, April 11, 1896. 

Dartmouth College, Class of 1919. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut. August 15, 191 7, 
at Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined 331st F. A. 
Aug. 29, 1917. With D Btry until Oct. 12. 1918. 
Promoted to 1st Lt. Dec. 31, 1917. Assigned to 
Headquarters Company, Oct. 12, 1918. 

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First Lieut. John Bonnafield Simmons 

Born at Ottumwa, Iowa, Nov. 16, 1895. 

Yale University, Ph. B. 1916. 

Commissioned 2nd Lt. August 15, 191 7, at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined 331st F. A. Sept. 
12, 1917. With D Btry Sept. 12, 1917 to Jan. 
25, 1918. Promoted to 1st Lt. Dec. 31, 1917. 
With F Btry from Jan. 25 to Oct. 12, 1918. As- 
signed to Headquarters Company Oct. 12, 1918. 

eadquarters company 


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First Lieut. Carl Henry Bauer 

Born at Hoboken, New Jersey, May 17, 1894. 

Northwestern University, Electrical Engineering, 
Class of 1919. 

Commissioned 2nd Lt. August 15, 1917, at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined 331st F. A. Aug. 
29, 1917. Promoted to 1st Lt. Sept. 9, 1918. 

First Lieut. Leon Wadsworth Mitchell. 

Born at Rock Island, Illinois, June 19, 1884. 

Williams College, A. B. 1906. 

Commissioned 2nd Lt. August 15, 1917, at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined 331st F. A., Aug. 
29, 1917. With F Btry to May 24, 1918. With 
Headquarters Co. May 24 to August 20, 1918. 
With C Btry Aug. 20 to October 12, 1918. As- 
signed to Headquarters Co. October 12, 191 8. 
Promoted to 1st Lieut. Sept. 14, 1918. 

Second Lieut. Richard Gibson Vincent 

Born at Newark, New Jersey, March 31, 1891. 

Princeton L T niversity, Litt. B 1914. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., August 15, 1917 at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined the 331st F. A. 
August 29, 1917. 


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Second Lieut. Warren Pease Jr. 

Born at Chicago, Illinois, March 30, 1894. 

University of Wisconsin, Electrical Engineering, 
Class of 1916. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., August 15, 11)17 at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined the 531st F. A. 
August 29, 1917. 

Second Lieut. Paul V. Swearingen 

University of Illinois, Mechanical Engineering, 
Class of 1919. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., August 15, 1917, at 
Fort Sheridan, Illinois. Joined the 331st F. A. 
August 29, 191 7. Transferred to Embarkation 
Camp, Bordeaux, France, Dec. 29, 1918. 

Second Lieut. William Laurier 

Born at New York City, November S, 1886. 

New York University, College of Law,Class of 1 907. 

Orchestra and Band Leader 

Enlisted Sept. 14, 1915. Appointed Band 
Leader 8 F. A. Sept. 29, 191 5. Transferred to 
331st F. A. September 14, 1917. Commissioned 
2nd Lieut. July 11, 1918. 

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Attached Officers 





Graduates of the Saumur Artillery School on Duty with the Company 
since October 8, iqiS. 



First Lieut. Bryant J. Brooks 
Second Lieut. Glenn M. Sooy 
Second Lieut. Wade H. Do7ier 
Second Lieut. Earl M. Smith 
Second Lieut. Delton A. Belant 
Second Lieut. John S. Adams 

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Second Lieut. Lucian Angelucci 
Transferred to Requisition, Real Estate and Claim Service France. Dec. 9, 1918. 

Second Lieut. Bennie Bendetti 
Transferred to Embarkation Camp, Bordeaux, France, Dec. 29, 191 8. 




Officers Formerly on Duty 

with Company 


Captain Robert A. Allton 
August 30, 1917 to December 19, 1917. Transferred to School of Fire, Fort Sill, Ok. 

Captain Rumsey Campbell 
December 11, 1917 to March 4, 1918. Transferred to 161st Depot Brigade. 


Captain Winthrop Miller 
March 27, 1918, to July 18, 1918. Transferred to Personnel Adjutant. 

Captain George G. Goll 
March 4, 1918 to March 27, 1918. Transferred to D Battery. 

First Lieut. Harold E. Edmondson 
January 25, 1918 to October 12, 1918. Transferred to B Battery. 


First Lieut. Walter H. Radermacher 
December 15, 1917 to January 25, 1918. Transferred to F Battery. 

First Lieut. Frederick S. Winston 
January 25, 1918 to October 12, 1918. Transferred to D Battery. 











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First Lieut. Charles S. Craigmile 
August 30, 1917 to October 12. 1918. Transferred to C Battery. 

First Lieut. Robert N. Golding 
September 14, 1917 to October 12, 1918. Transferred to A Battery. 

First Lieut. Jerome B. Grigg 
August 30, 191 7 to August 21, 191 8. Transferred to Supply Co. 

First Lieut. Leonard H. Whitney 
August 30, 1917 to October 12, 1918. Transferred to D Battery. 

Second Lieut. Homer W. Dahringer 
August 30, 191 7 to November 20, 191 7. Transferred to Air Service. 

Second Lieut. D. Bligh Grassett 
August 30, 1917 to May 13, 1918. Transferred to 161st Depot Brigade. 

Second Lieut. Edward S. Hubbell 
August 30, 1917 to May 13, 1918. Transferred to 161st Depot Brigade. 

Second Lieut. John I. Pearce 
August 30, 191 7 to January 25, 191 8. Transferred to Supply Co. 

Second Lieut. Frank W. Ramey 
August 30, 1917 to October 12, 1918. Transferred to Supply Co. 



551 S J Field Artillery^ 

Roster of Headquarters Company 

Ableiter, Arthur H. - - Mus. 2cl. 
Anderson, Henry C. - Bn. Sgt. Maj. 
Anderson, Orville J. - - Pvt. 

Anderson Waldemar M. - - Pvt. 
Amacher, Peter G. - - - Pvt. icl. 
Bahrke, William A. - - - - Pvt. 
Baima, Dominick B. - - Mus. icl. 
Barhett, Clarence B. - - - Corp. 
Bellin, Otto E. - - - Mus. t,c\. 
Bender, Russell T. - - - - Pvt. 
Berg, Lawrence L. - - - Corp. 
Besaw, Clifford A. - - - - Pvt. 
Bible, Orra N. - - - - Bugler. 
Biddick, Benjamin F. - Band Corp. 
Blackmann, Bertrum C. - - Pvt. 
Bollacker, Henry W. - - Pvt. icl. 
Bourquin, Lee M. - - - Pvt. icl. 
Brewer, Paul H. - - - Bugler. 
Bucher, Lewis J. ----- Pvt. 
Burns, Edward W. - - - - Pvt. 
Cartwright, James H. - - - Corp. 
Chelbourg, Arthur R. - - - Pvt. 
Christy, Irwin L. - - - Mus. 3d. 
Clark, Cyrille R. - - - - Corp. 
Claus, Herman C. - - - Mus. 2cl. 
Coher, Vernie - - - - Mus. 3d. 
Colger, Samuel - - - Mus. 2cl. 
Coplin, Harry M. - Sgt. Bugler. 
Cox, Everett D. - - - - Corp. 
Cuenot, Frederick L. - - Corp. 
Cummings, Harold E. - Band Corp. 
Cyrtmus, Orville L. - - - Corp. 
Donohue, Roy L. - - - - Sgt. 
Douglas, Rufus L. - - - - Sgt. 
Duvall, Donald S. - - Mus. 2cl. 
Eager, Harold C. - - - - Pvt. 
Eastland, Paul L. - - - Corp. 
Elliott, Harry W. - - - - Pvt. 
Evans, Earle H. ----- Sgt. 
Faegan, Frank A. - - - Mus. 2cl. 
Fessler, William M. - - - Corp. 
Flanagan, Arthur L. - - - Corp. 
Fleming, Edgar L. - - - Corp. 
Foote, Lee W. - - - - - Sgt. 
Forster, James C. - Band Corp. 
Freeman, Max W. - - Band Sgt. 
Frost, Joseph R. - - Band Corp. 
Fry, Harry D. ----- Pvt. 
Gaughan, John J. - - - Mus. 2cl. 
Givens, George H. - - Mus. icl. 
Graber, Urban L. - - - - Sgt. 
Hahn, Herbert C. - - - - Pvt. 
Halperin, Meyer ----- Pvt. 

Hanisch, Theodore M. 

Mus. 3d 

Hanson, James S. - - 

- Mus. icl 

Hanson, John R. - - 

Mus. icl 

Harwood, Helon N. - - 

- - Sgt 

Haugland, Julian E. 

- - Pvt 

Hayden, Andrew - - 

- - Pvt 

Heller Vurl 

Helsaple, Walter H. - 

Mus. 2d 

Hinkle, Jerry M. 

- Pvt. icl 

Holt, Conrad P. - - 

Mus. 2d 

Howat, James D. - - 

- Pvt. icl 

Halvorsen, Frank G. 

- - Sgt 

Huntsman, Carl W. - - 

- - Pvt 

Hurd, Rodney - - - 

Band Corp 

Jackson, Carl E. - - 

- - Corp 

Jeangerard, Cyrille J. 

- - Pvt 

Johnson, Ernest E. - - 

Pvt. icl. 

Tustad, Alfred C. - - 

- - Pvt 

Kahn, Harry W. - - • 

Pvt. icl. 

Karst, Edward W. - - 

- - Sgt. 

Keating, John W. - - 


Keizer, Richard - - - 

- - Pvt. 

Keller, Arthur W. - - 

Mus. icl. 

Kienholz, Aaron R. - - 

- - Sgt. 

Kloeden, Henry C, Jr. - 

- Pvt. icl. 

Kneebone, William S. 


Kretschman, Leo A. 

- - Mec. 

Krueger, Adolph W. 

Mus. 2d. 

Kuenzel, Eric 0. - - - 

Pvt. icl. 

Kunz, Edward E. - - 


Lackas, Paul A. - - - 

- - Sgt. 

Lahrman, Frederick M. 

Mus. jcl. 

Legge, George B. - - 

Mus. 3 cl. 

Liechty, Ernest A. 

- Pvt. icl. 

Lins, Edward A. - Bi 

. Sgt. Maj. 

Lippolt, Charles J. 

Mus. 3d. 

Lottridge, Lawrence C. 

Mus. 3d. 

McEvoy, John J. - - 

- - Pvt. 

McLachlan, George A. 

- - Pvt. 

McLoughlin, John F. - 

- Pvt. icl. 

McMaster, Ernest C. Ass 

. Band Ldr. 

Malchow, Henrv W. - 

Mus. 3d. 

Manion, James E. 


Manuel, Math R. - - 

- - Pvt. 

Markus, Herbert J. - 

- - Corp. 

Martin, John T. - - - 

Pvt. icl. 

Marvin, Alfred A. - - 


Mayer, Paul - - - - 

- Pvt. icl. 

Mezera, Charles - - - 

- 1st Sgt. 

Michel, Carl - - - 

Color Sgt. 

Mickelson, Bernie N. - 

Color Sgt. 

Miller, Edwin A. - - - 

Pvt. icl. 


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Mony, Earl L. - - - - Corp. 

Moss, Benjamin - - - - Corp. 

Murphy, William S. - Saddler. 
Muller, Joseph - Sgt. Reg. Maj. 
Noll, Harry M. ----- HS. 

Ogden, John W. - - - - Pvt. 

Olson, Oscar ------ Pvt. 

Parnell, Narcisse E. - - - - Pvt. 

Passmore, Howard C. - - Corp. 
Patten, Robert C. - - - Corp. 
Pawlisch, Charles F. - - - Corp. 
Peckham, Leo E. - - - - Pvt. 

Phelps, Raymond W. - Pvt. icl. 

Powers, James A. - - - - Corp. 

Pratt, George E. - - - - Pvt. 

Reddell, Lloyd E. - - - Pvt. ic 1. 
Reppen, Melvin C. - - Mus 3d. 
Ridgwav, Cedric C. - - - Corp. 
Rieck,EmilE. - - - - Pvt. icl. 

Roach, Leslie ----- Corp. 

Roberts, Tony - - - - Pvt. icl. 

Rumpf, Edward C. - - - - Sgt. 

Saxe, William A. - - - Band Sgt. 
Schlough, Charles P. - - - Pvt. 
Scholes, Samuel E. - - - - Pvt. 

Schultz, John V. ----- Pvt. 

Schwartz, Jav - - - - Pvt. icl. 

Schwochert, Frank A. - Bugler. 
Serley, Oscar L. - - - - Pvt. icl. 

Shafer, George I. - - - Mus 3d. 

Shields, John A. - - - - Pvt. icl. 
Shurpit, Leon W. - - - Pvt. icl. 
Smith, David H. - Reg. Sgt. Maj. 
Smith. Edwin H. - - - - Cook. 
Stair, Erwin B. - - - - Pvt. icl. 
Stenman, Axel I. - - Band Sgt. 
Steuterman, Frank - - Mus 3d. 
Stokley, William R. - - - Corp. 
Sughroe, Charles A. - - Mus 3d. 
Sweeney, Francis J. - - - Sgt. 
Tegner,' Helge - - - - Mus 2cl. 
Tesar, Frank A. - - - - Corp. 
Thrasher, Jesse W. - - - Pet. icl. 
Tripp, Lloyd L. ----- Pvt. 
Tuma, Frank - - - - Mus 3d. 
Trudell, John D. - - - Mus 3d. 
Turnmever, George E. - - Corp. 
Tuttle, Earl ----- Mus 3d. 
Ullrich, Adolph E. - - - Mus 3d. 

VanDuyn, John W. - - Band Sgt. 
Vowles, Cecil J. ----- Pvt. 

Waterworth, Walter T. - - Corp. 

W T eber, Romain O. - - - Mec. 

Webster, Leon U. - - - Mus icl. 

Weeks, Ernest W. - - - Cook. 

White, Charles H. - - - - Sgt. 

Wolter, Mathias A. - Band Corp. 

Yeager, Heinrich - - - - Pvt. 

Yeck, August F. ----- Hs. 

Zelinski, Walter J. - - - Pvt. icl. 


Abraham, Lincoln (Deceased) 
"Adler, Joseph 

Aiken, Warren 

Anderson, Carl G. A. 

Baumler, Chas. V. 
*Baxter, Rodney R. 

Becker, Elmer E. 

Benisch, Edward 

Bennett, Glenn H. 

Blossom, Thorpe J. 

Bready, John W. 

Bullis, Roy E. 

Butenhoff, Leo E. 

Canfield, Lee G. 

Coulthard, Lloyd T. 

Delin, Arvid 

Draak, Robert 

Dresen, Arnold A. 

Ebert, Charles 

Ebert, George 

Ehmke, Frank 

Eisle, William 

Freark, Parke W. 

Gielow, Henry 

Grady, John R. 
*Greenert, John A. 

Hartgerink, William 

Hartness, Arnold 

Haupert, Walter 
*Hayden, Clement 

Herdina, Edward J. 

Hibbard, Earl 

Hodler, A. J. 

Jnke, John G. 

Joringdal, Peter M. 

Kaiser, Henry 

Kane, Clement 

Karthieser, William 
*Kastorff, Cyrus 

Kehrmeyer, Alvin 

King, Earl H. 
*Kunkel, Fred G. 

Lakin, Archie 
*Le Beau, Oscar L. 



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Lehman, Carl 

Leisner, E. H. 

Lehmke, Harry E. 

Lindsey, Eugene 

Lowry, Charles E. 
*Lowry, Ivan L. 

MacLachlan, George A. 

McCarthy, W. D. 

McNamera, Vincent 

Meidel, Joe 

Melville; R. J. 

Miller, Elme'r W. 

Mills, William P. 

Misner, Francis D. 
♦Mitchell, Thomas H. 

Monroe, Everett E. 

Newman, Frank 

O'Connors, Lewis P. 

Later received commission. 

O'Donnel, John J. 

( Mruni, John 

Peachy, Clifford T. 
*Poad, William 

Pratt, W. S. 

Rochow, Alfons M. 

Schiller, Clarence H. 

Schneider, Leo J. 

Schwingel, Elmer (Deceased) 

Stamas, Peter 

Steen, Fred N. 

Thompson, Hartley J. 
Thrapp, Glenn E. 
HVashburn, Walter B. 

\\ aughan, Patrick 
*Webster, Maurice 

Williams, William 

Wonn, Harry 


Aiken, Warren W. 
Amacher, Fred 
Anderson, Clarence 
Bockin, Walter F. 
Christensen, Martin 
Gilson, Elmer F. 
Grusnick, Henry 
Hanson, P. L. 
Haxen, Dan 
Helgerson, Harry 

Jackson, Dalvin P 
Janke, John G. 
Keller, Fred P. 
McCrav, E. E. 
Roberts, J. B. 
Smith, Wesley 
Thomas, William 
Wagner, George 
Woolstone, A. L. 


Pratt, George 
Schultz, John V. 

White, Charles H. 
Yeck, August 


Top Row-Webster, Malchow, Tegner, Colger, Ullrich, Tultle, Lottridge, Reppen, Lippolt, Legge, luma. 
Second Uow-Gaughan, Holt, Sughroe, Hanson, Krueger, Steuterman, Ableiter, Claus, Helsaple. 
Third Row- Keller, Cummings, Hurd, Wolter, Biddick, Baima, Hanson, Belhn, Feagan. 
Bottom Row— McMaster, Coplin, Stenman, Freeman, Van Duyn, Sase, Frost, Forster. 

Top Row— Shafer, Coher, Blackman, Jeangerard, Amacher, Liechty, Elliott, Koleden, Justad, Halp 
Second Row— Hanisch, Huntsman, Key, Hinkle, Mayer, Bible, Kuenzel, Weber, Schwochert, Weeks 
Third Row— Givens, Cartwright, Fleming, Pawlisch, Barnett, Flanagan, Turnmeyer, P. 
Bottom Row— Duvall, Halvorsen, Anderson H. C, Lins, Capt. Robin 

Waterworth, Keating. 
Kienholz, Mezera, Muller, Evans. 

Top Row— Brewer, Besaw, Hahn, Manuel, Rie:k, Zelinski, Martin, Burns, Chelberg, Kahn, Scholes. 
Second Row— Peckham, Shields, Yaeger, Pratt, Noll, Parnell, Stair, Shurpit, Serley, McEvoy, Tripr. 
Third Row — Cuenot, Clark, Eastland, Berg, Morn , Kneebone, Ridgway, Harwood, Cyrtmus, Moss. 
Bottom Row— Graber, Lackas, Karst, White, Donohue, Douglas, Sweeney, Mickelson, Michel. 

Top Row— Schutz, Bender, Howatt, Johnson, Stokley, Eager, Olson, Fry, Bollacker, Ke 
Second Row— Eorquin, Anderson O. J., Kretschman, Murphy, Miller, Hayden, Bucher, Ande 
Third Row — Reddell, Ogden, Schwartz, Marvin, McLoughlin, Haugland, Powers, Fessler. 
Bottom Row — Rumpf, Markus, Cox, Heller, Manion, Jackson, Kunz, Passmore, Tesar. 

W. M., Roach, Phelps. 



331!! Field Artillery, 

Do You Remember- 
when the band serenaded the Statue of Liberty? 

When Johnnie let the horse chew his gum? 

When Weber got enough to eat? 

When Headquarters ever got the best of anything? 

When the whole 161st Artillery Brigade well nigh got courtmartialed 'n every- 
thing for making souvenirs of the French plane? 

When Gibbie refused to play in the next barracks because it had electric lights 
and was all lit up like a street? 

When Tuttle told the girl at Mauch Chunk he'd meet her in Heaven? 

When Sergeant Graber gave us our "full" allowance of candy? 

When Claus rode the blind? 

When Charlie Ox spilled the music? 

When the would-be hard boiled top sergeant at Camp Grant took us for a bunch 
of rookies? 

When we did beaucoup detail at Camp Genicart?' 

When the colonel was working on the case? 

When everybody played horse with the wagons at Camp Hunt so we could go 
home right away? 

When Cope played ' ' pay day ' ' at the football game ? 

When Battery B swiped our stove and Mack trailed it by the ashes? 

When the rat up and bit Shafer? 

When Lahrman got lost in the Forest de Cognac? 

When the anchor went down at Liverpool? 

When the M. P. chased the band's trucks at Borducks? 

When Sam lost his clarinet and hollered, "Where it is? I don't know where 

When Clark reported that his girl had rejected a £500,000 movie offer? 

When Jackson fain would give his diamond to the blonde at Camp Hunt? 

When Lieut. Swearingen gave the lecture on the French money system at 
La Corneau? 

When Moss listed two one-franc pieces as dutiable articles brought home from 
France r 

That first real feed at Camp Merritt? 

Sergeant Graber and the full garbage pail? 

The testimonial gold watch and chain the band presented to Third Lieutenant 
Mezera ? _ 

When the medical corps recommended iodine to a seasick bird on the Duca. 

The bar'ls and bar'ls of tears we all shed on being fired from the army on 
February 19, 191Q? 



5311' Field Artillery f 

Getting Ready 

"Henceforth and hereafter you are under military law." 

And they were soldiers, in name at least. 

Discarding their blue serges, their English coats or their peg-topped trousers, 
the men who later were to form the 331st Field Artillery left their respective homes 
for Camp Grant. 

Some took a last farewell fling at old John Barleycorn while others of a pes- 
simistic frame of mind invested in cemetery lots believing that they would receive 
a week's training with a broomstick and be hustled off to France to become cannon 

Arriving at Camp Grant the men were greeted by the six day veterans with 
cries and cat calls such as: 

"You'll like it." 

"Where you from?" 

"Close up." 

Halting in front 
ing which later 
home, at least for 
clad soldiers met 
name of "First 

Steel cots and 
issued and the 
riors ' ' settled down 
tion of which was 
A whistle with a 
shriek rang through 

"That's one of 
men's whistles that 
about back in West 


of a wooden build- 
proved to be their 
a time, the civilian 
the man by the 
blankets were then 
"enthusiastic war- 
for a rest, the dura- 
exactlyone minute. 
shrill penetrating 
the building, 
those traffic police- 
I heard so much 
Lima," said "Si" 
pse of the curiosity. 

Peckham, sticking his head out of the window to get 

"Outside," bawled an authoritative voice. 

"I believe somebody wants us," drawled Peckham in his gentle way. 

And Peckham's deduction was correct. Somebody did want them. 

"What in H. do you guys mean by sitting there while I blow the whistle. 
When I blow the whistle, fall out." 

"But," protested Peckham, "its quite a distance to the ground." 

And then the meaning of the first sergeant's whistle was explained to him. 

At this formation a mysterious piece of aluminum called a mess kit was issued 
and the boys filed into the mess hall to eat the first army meal. 

That night the former civilians lounged around, some in pool room style while 
others, accustomed to reclining in a Morris chair with a bit of feminity "near," 
were like Babes in the Woods. 

Resorting to the soldier's one solace, the cigarette, they lit up and between 
puffs swapped stories throwing the partly consumed "snipes" out through the 
open windows. This pastime was rudely interrupted by the appearance on the 
scene of the privates' deadly enemy — the second lieutenant^ 

"Cigarettes and matches are not to be 'thrown out of the windows," he barked. 
"Some of them lit on the captain's head. You are only making work for your- 
selves You will have to police them up in the morning." 

Police? Police them? What did he mean? And then a bold youth strode 
forward and sturdilv remarked: 

"Sir, if there is any Police work to do I'll be glad to do it. My grandfather 
was chief of police in my town for years." 

And following in the footsteps of his grandfather he soon was promoted to 
provost sergeant. 



This police business, the men soon discovered was to play a great part in their 
training. Kitchen police, stable police, barracks orderly, which is only a "com- 
missioned" term for the job of cleaning up the living quarters— and then there 
was the "company area." My God what a fluctuating name! Anything and 
nothing could be included in the "company area." If it was to be policed it 
could be made to extend in any direction and for any distance. If on the other 
hand the boys were in quarantine it could be horribly "mangled" and "mini- 

After a week of drilling and hand saluting by the numbers in the various 
batteries certain men were picked out and lined up. Right here the boys made 
the acquaintance of a person who stuck with them throughout their army life- 
Old Dame Rumor. "We are going to Texas," and again, ''We are going to 
Honolulu to relieve the regulars who were to be sent to France." And as experience 
taught them the "Old Girl" was wrong. 

Had they profited by this experience with that elusive person they would have 
been saved many a heartache. Neither of the aforementioned things happened. 
Instead, the officers informed them that on this day, October 6th, 1917, Head- 
quarters Company, the eyes and ears of the regiment was to be formed and we 
were the nucleus of the organization — the cream of the regiment. 

At "1006" our new home, Headquarters Company was formed according to 
size with Evans, Kunkel, Trudell and Powers on the big end and Peckham and 
McNamara on the small end. Trudell, nudging Powers asked, "Whats your 
name? Mine is Trudell. Don't call me 'fat', call me 'Frenchy.'" And the name 

Some time was devoted to studying arithmetic, French and the like and the 
remainder of the time was spent on the drill field. Here the boys met "Charlie 
the Terrible." often called "Charlie Chaplin." His footsteps and wiggle soon 
grew familiar and how the "soldiers" did retreat when his short, jerky steps 
resounded through the building. 

Then gun drill was put on the schedule and here "Shrapnel" made his debut. 
He came in like a March wind and went out like a lamb at a football game some 
months later at Camp Hunt, France. 

How amusing it was to watch H. C. Anderson and Reddell hot footing it from 
post number seven to gunner. This drill usually ended in a general mixup— an 
example of which follows: 

Lieut. Golding — Stomas, what is your number? 

Stomas — Seeks (six). 

Ebert — Stumbling over trail — My number is seeks. 

Stomas — My numer 

Ebert — Peasons (caissons) front. 
Lieut. Golding — Fall in and start over again. 

Capt. Allton was the first captain of Headquarters Company. He was seldom 
around. Only on Saturdays, inspection day, did he put in an appearance. 

"The inspection was very good with the exception of a few cigarette butts 
between the bunks and bunks not properly made up," he would remark and 
hide away until the following Saturday. 

After inspection "Colonel" Vincent would take the men for a hike until eleven. 
Tired and hungry the men would return feeling very much abused because they 
did not get the full day off. And then the twelve general orders had to be recited 
before a man could secure a week-end pass. 

Brady, from the officer's training school, was acting top sergeant of the outfit 
at this time. What a time he had drilling the rookies. 

Bringing the men back from a hike one day, Brady forgot to give the company 
halt and the boys continued to march, attempting to scale the wall of the barracks 
across the way' while Brady in a rage stood on the opposite side of the street 
yelling ' ' Company, " " Company. 



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Brady sneaked up the stairs one night after lights out. 
Brady — at top of voice — "Cut out the chatter up here." 

"Who in the H. are you?" inquired an irritating voice from the darkness. 
"I'll show you who I am," shouted Brady and then like the Arab glided softly 

Soon he was transferred to a "better" job. 

It was not long before things began to round into shape and life in 1006 developed 
nothing of particular interest. 

When finally the clothing was issued McNamara despairing of ever getting an 
overcoat that would fit him from Headquarters 
Company swapped overcoats with a colored 
doughboy from South Carolina. 

And how the boys envied Jim Powers 
when this conversation took place every 

Officer to Powers — "Powers have you 
found a pair of shoes to fit you?" 
Powers — ' ' No sir. 
Officer — "Fall out." 

With an outward look of regret Jim would 
fall out to join Evans, McNamara, Washburn, Trudell. Cox, and Little Eddie 
Erdhard, charter members of the famous Order of Goldbricks, who held their 
meetings in the Y. M. C. A., on their bunks in the canteen, and along the banks 
of the Rock river. 

And then they put the cream of the regiment to work in earnest. Studies and 
drill of all kinds took up every spare moment. Some would become so interested 
in the lectures of the officers at these classes that they would wander off into 
slumberland, there to dream of the day when, marked perfect in their studies, 
they would be made corporals. Many a man awoke with a start to find that 
he had been asked some question the nature of which he knew not, much less the 
answer. Gun drill around wooden cannons and mounting wooden horses were 
some of the "thrillers" dealt out to the men. Many pleasant hours were spent 
with old Shrapnel in the "grooves and lands," and polishing the trajectory 

Lieut. Hendee occasionally took the men out for a hike to draw maps of the 
surrounding terrain and after admonishing them to remain until the work was 
done would leave them for "more important" duties such as warming his toes 
in the supply sergeant's room. It is reported that the men he left out in the woods 
to draw maps were often members of a reception committee that waited upon 
him when he returned. This, it is said, was made possible by a short cut to the 
barracks that the}- knew of. 

Winter arrived and with it the horses. "Charlie Chaplin" picked them out 
at the remount because he was "well versed" in horses, 'twas said. He must 
have been, when he selected such 


"playful kittens as r re 
Indian and Old Forty. 

Grooming them by day and guard- 
ing the "critters" by night. Pleasant? 
Ask any of the boys who were there 
and the}' will tell you in no uncertain 
language how interesting it was to 
clean the Indian's feet and how com- 
fortable it was to walk your post at 
the stables with the thermometer way 
below zero. 

Every morning the usual formation: 
count off; squads left, column left 
and away we went to the barns. 


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Company halt. Band will ride and the company will groom the first period. 
Fall out'. What a rush for the old salt barrel, each striving to get a grooming 
kit first and thereby have a chance to "stand to heel" to one of the more "gentle" 

How the coat tails of the band boys would fly around the corner of Number 
I barn for Number 2, each making a run for a favorite steed. How Lieutenant 
Baird would glory in his "horsemanship" while riding "vicious" Little Joe. And 
do you remember the morning that same animal threw our equitation master 
at the remount? Of course, well, you know, there must be some good explanation. 

At the start of the horse training business Trudell was inclined to hold on 
y--\ to the horse's mane while riding bareback with the rest of the boys around the 

corral. All this by the way was done in shirt sleeves in the dead of winter. Severely 
"called" by Lieutenant Baird, Trudell let go of the horse's mane and immediately 
fell in the snow. His feelings hurt more than anything else, Trudell arose and 
said to the "animal trainer": "There, damn it, I hope you are satisfied now." 

Although Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, there was no rest for the 
weary soldiers. The horses must be cleaned on the Sabbath Day as well as any 
other. The whole outfit suddenly became religiously inclined and attended church 
services very regularly. Of course no one suspected this was done to escape the 
grooming period. Every morning after being all slicked up, the horses were turned 
loose in the corral to roll and cavort in the mud in order that the men might have 
amusement for the following day. 

Old Buckskin was polished daily throughout the whole grooming period and 
at times a sturdy soldier reposed on each side. 

Little McNamara's ability as a high diver saved him from the vicious front 
feet of Number Fifty-four. Entering this animal's stall McNamara was attacked 
by this horse. Without stopping to argue McNamara mounted the manger and 
dove through the window head first to safety. 

"Scottv" of the band was kicked in the arm and went daily to the infirmary 
for treatment. On the fourth day the medic sergeant handed him four pills. 
"Scotty" dropped one on the floor and thinking to conserve and win the war 
stooped to pick it up when the medic sergeant halted him with: 

' ' Oh, let it lay. It won't do you any good anyway. 

Does Barnett remember when Pinto made the hurdles? 

Of course all the boys remember the Mascot and his squatting tendencies. 

Feeling on the ragged edge an indisposed private approached Mechanic Weber 
one day with a request for two CC pills. 

"Sorry," said the walking drug store, "but all I have on hand at present is 
red ones, pink ones, blue ones, green ones, white — " 

"Never mind," said the ailing one as he swooned away. 

Being in quarantine for the measles and scarlet fever for the best part of the 
winter, especially around the holidays, made life almost unbearable. After many 
rumors the men were informed on New Years day that quarantine had been lifted 
and that as soon as they had emptied their ticks and washed them they could 
have a pass. What a rush for the stables to empty ticks. And then the grand 
melee in the wash house where the ticks were to be cleaned. The bits of straw 
clogged the drainage pipes and water stood two inches deep on the floor. What 
cared they for wet feet? They were to receive a pass as soon as the ticks were 
clean and thev went to it. It is reported that a few of the "strategy" board 
turned theirs inside out and then dipped them in water and beat the less resource- 
ful ones to the much coveted passes. Bahrke was the hero of the occasion. Sick 
with the measles he went down to the stables with the rest of the company to 
groom so that the boys could get away before his illness was detected and quaran- 
tine again slapped on. 

Life during our confinement was made easier to bear by the staging of shows 
three and four times a week. Boxing bouts and stunts of all kinds were put on 
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a story but because of the writer's sense of propriety it is impossible to narrate 
them. However. I might offer the reader a suggestion — ask Corporal Cox. 

And then, too, there was that oft-resorted to occupation of shooting the bull. 
The topic of discussion were our officers and on what merits they picked, non- 
coms, the military appearance of "Humpy" and his knowledge of foot drill, 

and the mysterious comings and goings 

of Corporal Jack and his suit case full 
of books. 

\ In the late winter Capt. Campbell 
arrived. His hobby was lifting Number 
Forty's left hind leg at 9:45 a. m. 

And then Capt. Miller. Long hikes 
in the country followed his arrival inter- 
persed with much pack rolling and pitch- 
ing of tents preparatory to our long 
hike to Camp Robinson. 

One day Capt. Miller, visiting the 
stables, noticed the death-like stillnes 
Keating he asked: 

"Why are the boys so quiet around the barns and show no lifer 

Keating: "They are afraid of Lieutenant Baird." 

Capt. Miller: "Lieutenant Baird won't bite." 

Keating: "No, but they are afraid of his bark." 


about the be 

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The Hike 

Accompanied by the usual excitement that goes with an army movement 
of any kind, the bawling out of orders by second lieutenants and the prancing 
and bucking of fiery steeds, Headquarters Company, 331st Field Artillery, left 
Camp Grant en its eventful hike to Camp Robinson. 

Immediately things began to happen. Private Manuel, who later startled 
the world with feats in wireless telegraphy, was the first unfortunate to be spilled 
from his horse. Mounted on a rather spirited black, Manuel endeavored to line 
up in a column of fours in the corral at Camp Grant. The steed, however, had 
his own idea cf such things and, instead of moving forward, beat a hasty retreat 
in an inverted manner toward the picket line. The line being five feet high would 
not permit both horse and rider to pass under. Propelled by "horse power" 
with the picket line acting as a check on his backward flight to "unprepared 
positions," "Marconi's rival" found himself astride the line. Not being a profes- 
sional tight rope walker, "Arlington" decided to return to Mother Earth and 
was received in an abrupt manner. 

Leaving the camp be 

through Rockford. Pretty 
men in khaki and then 
covered their faces. Did 
Could the men on horse- 
foreign legion of some kind? 
provoked an answering 
ignored entirely. Had the 

hind, the column proceeded 
girls threw kisses at the 
slowly a look of amazement 
their eyes deceive them? 
back be members of a 
Their smiles which usually 
demonstration were being 
stern business of war made 
flections? No, it was like this: 

woman-haters of the men who once courted their 
the men were marching at attention under the ever-watchful eye of Lieutenant 
Bauer. Have you heard of the famous order of K. P.'s? No, not the lodge. 
The dues of this fraternity are paid by the men in the form of hard work and the 
members. meet daily in the army kitchen at 6:00 a. m. to scrub pots and pans 
and do various odd jobs about the place. And have you by chance heard of 
Lieutenant Bauer? No, you say. Well, he's the "gent" who initiates the poor 
"buck" into the society and as a rule is very active in his campaign for new 
members. Seme claim he has eves in the back of his head and is here, there and 

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everywhere. Did I hear you say he's jealous of the buck private? Well, maybe 
so, but I'm a "buck" myself so 1 can't express an opinion. 

In the rear of Headquarters Company rode the expert riders of the outfit 
leading the "outlaws," or horses which much devoted time and effort had failed 
to break. To say that they were full of life would be putting it mildly. "Oh, 
look at the 'sick' horses," cried one sweet thing on the sidewalk. Sick? Yes, 
they looked sick with their tangled manes and mud-caked legs. Approach one 
with a grooming kit and see. Although enlisted in the cause of democracy the 
"sick" ones suddenly decided to follow the example of the "supreme war lord," 
Kaiser Bill, and become aristocrats. Mount- 
ing the sidewalks, the invalids insisted on 
walking with the rest of the white folks. 
After some confusion they were rounded up 
and the column proceeded in an orderly manner. 

Except for amusing incidents which varied 
the mononotous routine, the daily program 
of the company was substantially as follows: 

4:30 a. m. — Swim out of tents to stand 

4:45 a. m. — Men take morning plunge 
while horses drink their fill from Wisconsin's 
muddy creeks. 

4:47 a. m. — Lieut. Bauer — Adler. hold on to those horses. 

4:50 a. m. — Lieut. Whitney — Adler, don't let those horses get away. 

4:55 a. m. — Adler takes usual morning bath in creek. 

6:co a.m. — Eat Armour's jaw-proof bacon and drink coffee sweetened with salt. 

6:15 a. m. — Police grounds. 

6:30 a. m. — Lieut. Bauer discovers piece of paper on ground and orders out 
men to repeat policing up process. 

6:38 a. m. — Lieut. Pease — Stokley, your saddle is not on properly. 

6:39 a. m. — Lieut. Pease adjusts Stokley' s saddle "properly." 

6:42 a. m. — Lieut. Edmondson — Stokley, your saddle sits too far forward. 
Move it back. 

6:50 a. m. — Lieut. Grassett — Stokley, that saddle is sitting unevenly. 

7:00 a. m. — Sgt.Mezera — Stokley, aren't you ever going to learn how to saddle 
a horse? Let me saddle him properly. 

8:30 a. m. — After hiking fifteen minutes Stokley's saddle slips. He is severely 
reprimanded for failure to saddle horse correctly. 

8:45 a. m. — Band Leader Laurier declines to lead band through city, claiming 
he does not care to make himself conspicuous. 

q:oo a. m. — Lieut. Grassett — Kretchman, stop that horse from jiggin'. 

Kretchman — I am riding Number 40, sir. 

Lieut. Grassett — Makes no difference. Don't let him jig. 

10:00 a. m. — Lieut. Edmondson — Shurpit, close up. 

10:05 a. m. — Lieut. Pease — Shurpit, cover in file. 

10:09 a. m. — Lieut. Vincent — Shurpit, keep the proper distance. 

12:00 Noon — The "Indian" permits Kunz to put the nose bag on him. 

12:05 p. m. — Kunz eats lunch while stroking "Indian's" neck. 

12:15 p. m. — Dave Smith annoys men with boisterous talking. 

3:45 p. m. — Lieut. Bauer — Karst, hurry up with those horses. 

Karst — I am hurrying as fast as I can. 

3:47 p. m. — Karst peeling spuds in the kitchen. 

3:49 p. m. — Lieut. Pease, believing that the situation requires the presence 
of a "hero, a leader of men," on the job, volunteers to lead the company through 
a stump-dotted wood to a muddy creek where the men could water the horses. 

4:00 p. m. — Band plays concert to bunch of disgruntled "K. P's" while men 
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4:05 p. m. — Two buck privates beat First Sergeant Mezera and Corporal 
Baldwm,his/'bunkie "to the most suitable spot for pitching tents and are not forced 
to vacate, proving that the day of miracles is not past. 

4:15 p. m. — Manion fails to receive daily communique from "friend" in Osh- 
kosh and goes on sick call. 

4:30 p. m. — "Frenchy" Trudell gives soap box oration in front of tent. 
4:45 p. m. — "Paper, all about the hike on page three." 
5:30 p. m. — Mess Sergeant Graber serves "excellent" supper. 
5:50 p. m. — Ludwig volunteers to assist in making the sandwiches for the 
following day. 

5:54 p. m. — Ludwig becomes exhausted from his labors and asks to be carried 
away on a stretcher. 

8:45 p. m. — Weber retires for the night without finding a thing to complain of. 
11:59 p. m. — The colonel is aroused from dreamland to receive a telegram 
from Cyrus Kastorff asking permission to join the company in order that he may 
experience the hardships with the hikers. 

On the second day Lieutenant 
Edmondson noticed that Private 
Harry Kahn was experiencing great 
difficulty in keeping his seat in the 
saddle. In fact one farmer along 
the road was unkind enough to ask 
Harry if he was practicing to be- 
come a trick rider for Ringling 
Brothers. It did appear to a dis- 
interested observer as if Kahn had 
a mania for dismounting while 
his horse was at a walk. 

Lieut. Edmondson — Kahn, can't 
you ride that horse? 
Kahn — Yes sir. 

Lieut. Edmondson — Well, why 
do you let him throw you? 

Kahn — He doesn't throw me sir. 
The animal gave me to understand 
that he didn't want me on his back; 
hence I dismounted. 

Lieut. Edmondson — Did you ever have equitation ?^ 

Kahn — Yes sir, twenty minutes under Lieut. Golding. 

Lieut. Edmondson — What did you do during that time? 

Kahn — Tried to convince the horse that he should let me blanket him, sir. 

Kahn was the easiest man in the company to find. Locate that part of the 
company which seemed to be having the best time and ten to one Kahn would 
be there, the center of it all. 

Men in column of fours pulling into camp: 

Capt. Miller — Fours left front into line. 

The men, excepting Kahn, executed the command perfectly. Kahn had been 
squeezed out and was vainly trying to find a hole for himself and horse. 

Capt. Miller — Kahn , get into line. 

Kahn — I am trying to, sir. 

Capt. Miller — Don't talk back to me. 

Kahn— All right. 

Capt. Miller — Always say sir to me. 

Kahn — Yes sir. 

Water was scarce. When Supply Sergeant Sweeney and his healthy assistant 
Corporal Powers, found in their possession a can partly filled with water they 
decided to make use of it and remove a little of the Wisconsin dirt from their 


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persons. The pail, unfortunately, was not big enough to accommodate both at 
the same time. After arguing the matter pro and con, Powers suggested that 
they toss a coin to see who should wash first. This procedure, however, was 
interrupted by the appearance of Lieutenant Craigmile. 

Lt. Craigmile: "What's going on here?" 

Sgt. Sweeney: "We have a can of water in which to wash but cannot agree 
as to who should take the first dip." 

"I am in need of soap and water myself," said the lieutenant, "and think I'll 
take a shot at the pail too." 

This complicated the situation and the argument waxed fast and furious. 
Finally the sun bearing down on the scant supply of water forced a decision. 

"We must decide at once," said the officer, "so the dirtiest of the three can 
enjoy the initial plunge." Sweeney, it was unanimously agreed, was the dirtiest 
of the trio. After he had removed the top layer of dirt the lieutenant remarked: 

"Now, Powers, the race for the pail has been narrowed down to you and me. 
The man having the smallest area to police should follow the sergeant." 

"But Lieutenant," protested Powers, "that's a heads you win, tails I lose 

For the benefit of any one who does not know our good natured corporal let 
me enlighten him as to Power's dimensions. Jim stands five feet ten in his socks 
and tips the scales at 225 pounds. Far from being hatchet-faced, Jim's mug 
more closely resembles a full moon. His hands might be compared with the 
Number 12 shoes worn by our ranking duty sergeant. 

Lieut. Craigmile: "Yes, I know, but I fear if you wash first, when my turn 
comes I will find that the pail contains not water, but a sample of Wisconsin swamp 
land. You have such a large area to police, you know." 

Anyway the triple play was made in the following manner: Sweeney to Craig- 
mile to Powers. 

Throughout the trip the troops were in constant receipt of cigarettes, candy, 
flowers, and fruit from the generous citizens. 

At Madison camp was made in the State Fair Grounds. The grounds were 
filled to capacity with visitors from miles around. The next day Colonel \\ ard 
paraded the brigade through the state capitol. Passing the Capitol Building 
some one was heard to remark, "its a good thing Corporal Jack Groenert isn't 
here. If he were, he would probably order me to clean the dome of the capitol 
without a ladder." 

The most thrilling adventure of the company on the hike, if not in its history, 
was experienced at Poynette when the camp was literally wiped from the face 
of the earth by a cyclone. Sweeping everything before it, the storm, accompanied 
by a heavy downpour of rain, played havoc with the neatly arranged army tents. 
Not one was left standing. Even the large cook tent with its heavy supports 
was blown down. 

Private Fry, who was in the cook tent at the time, lost a tooth in attempting 
to stop the falling center pole with his mouth. 

Supplies in the cook tent were either blown away or damaged by the ram to 
such an extent that they were unfit for use. 

Pup tents, tent pins, caps, blankets and uniforms went sailing majestically 

Frightened by the fury of the storm the horses tied to the picket line became 
frantic" A stampede appeared inevitable. Tugging and pulling at their halters, 
the horses threatened to make a wild dash through the night carrying picket line 
and all. Fortunately it held, for the camp of the men lay directly in the path of 
the horses. 

Private Martin, attracted by the cries from the picket line of ' forty eight 
horses loose," ran from his tent expecting to see a general stampede. Instead 
he found Private Harry Kahn on guard at the line attempting to tie up horse 
Number 48 while shouting at the top of his voice "Corporal of the guard, forty 


eight horses loose." Seeing a figure moving about with a lantern Martin yelled:" 
"] lc\ you, what the H — are you doing with that light over there. Bring it here 
where it will do some good." As the apparently awed person approached, Martin 
recognized him as an officer of the camp. Martin disappeared in the storm leaving 
Kahn in the lurch. 

The storm caught two of the band away from their tent. Caught in its fury, 
they stumbled blindly along attempting to locate their home. A tent resembling 
theirs blocked their path. Thinking they could hold the canvass down until 
the storm had spent itself, they held on to its ends for some time while the rain 
poured, the thunder crashed and the lightning flashed. To succeed meant dry 
blankets for the night. Finally, drenched to the skin and exhausted from their 
labor, they gave up the losing fight with the elements. Immediately the tent, 
minus these two human anchors, soared away. 

"You certainly did hold 'er down while you stuck to it, " said a dry clothed 
soldier from the spot where the tent had been. 

"It's on us," said Krueger and Biddick. "We have been holding down the 
wrong tent." 

Coming at a time when many of the men were preparing to retire for the night, 
the tornado caught some of them minus the conventional attire necessary for 
a soldier passing in review. The flashes of lightning revealed for an instant many 
strange sights. Corporal Mitchell was seen sprinting for the shelter of Sergeant 
Sweeney's supply wagon with rather less protection from the elements than Adam 
wore in the Garden of Eden. 

Others took shelter in an uninhabitated house just to the rear of the camp. 
This house, it seemed, had been erected and furnished especially for the occasion. 
Beds, blankets, stoves, lamps, in fact all the comforts of home were there. After 
much merrymaking most of them settled down for the night, three or four in 
each bed, the balance of the party making their bunks on the floor. 

After making sure that all his men were safe, our colonel's first concern was 
for the safety of his pet kitten. He found her sleeping soundly under his bunk. 

Arising the next morning the men found things in a state of chaos. Fortu- 
nately before leaving Camp Grant, Capt. Miller had given each man a number 
and this number was stamped on everything issued to him. This precaution made 
the task of straightening things out much easier. 

"Who's got canteen Number 63?" 

"See anything of some extra tent pins over your way?" 

"My saddle bags are gone." 

The foregoing were some of the remarks heard as the men busied themselves 
picking water-soaked blankets out of miniature lakes. 

Breakfast consisted of black coffee and soggy bread. 

Hatless, coatless, some of them minus leggings, they were indeed a sorry 
looking outfit as they pulled out of camp. Not a man who was there will ever 
forget the storm at Poynette. 

Arriving at Portage, tired, wet and hungry, the men hailed the ever-present 
ladies of the Red Cross with great delight. Loaded with ice cream, cakes, cigar- 
ettes and sweets of all kinds, the members of that great organization made their 
way among the exhausted men. "Have you had enough cake?" one man was 
asked. "No, ma'am," he replied. "Have another piece then," suggested the 
figure in white. "Thanks, but I've had five pieces already. Perhaps some of 
the other boys would like a piece." said the soldier. 

At Kilbourne we were put through one of the most trying ordeals of the trip — 
the forced hike at midnight. Pulling into the city famous for its Dells, we made 
camp in a thick wood on the outskirts of the town. The following day was to 
be cne of rest, and the men after making their bunks on the hard ground rolled 
between the blankets with sighs of satisfaction. The next morning after the 
necessary routine work was finished we were free for the day and most of us took 
the opportunity to visit the Dells. Returning that night as tired as any sight- 



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seers we looked forward to a sound peaceful sleep. But at ten o'clock the bugle 
blew assembly and we tumbled out of our bunks, rubbing our eyes and wondering 
what was up. 

"Break camp and be ready to move in an hour," directed Capt. Miller. 

Lanterns, flashlights and candles were immediately brought forth and in a 
remarkably short time the men were ready to leave. In the inky darkness of the 
night the column moved slowly out of the woods. It was impossible to see the 
man in front because the thick trees, interlaced at the top, shut 

It was a tired and sleepy bunch that filed 
out of Kilbourne that night. Many a man 
awoke with a start to find that his horse 
left the formation and was peacefully nib- 
bling grass along the roadside. 

While at a halt Color-Sergeant Mickelson 
noticed a man on the ground snatching a few 
winks of sleep. 

Approaching him Mickelson said: "You 
can't sleep here. You may be left behind," 
Receiving no response he administered a well 
directed kick to the sleepy one. 

iland, as 

:d over to 

"Beat it," said the person aroused from dre 
resume his nap. The turning process revealed the features of Capt. Miller. The 
sergeant vanished. 

Nearing Camp Robinson, Corporal Markus was overheard asking a pedestrian 
how far it was to camp. 

"Oh, I reckon about four miles as the crow flies," he replied. 

After travelling for fifteen minutes, the question was again put to another 
man along the road. "Four miles," came the answer. 

Again, after prodding their weary horses along for another fifteen or twenty 
minutes, Markus got sufficient courage to put the question^ a group of persons 
standing at a cross-road. In perfect unison they replied: "Four miles." 

"Thank God we are holding our own anyway," moaned the soldier. 

Both men and horses stood the fifteen day grind splendidly. Only one man 
was forced to drop out along the way. Bugler Brewer was left at Madison, ill. 
But the appearance of camp in the distance served to revive the sinking spirits 
of any who may have felt fatigued after their trying experience. For there, 
where they were to receive the finishing touches necessary to make them capable 
of giving battle to the invaders of Sunny France, a warm supper - 
bed, the first in many a day, awaited them. 



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On the Range 

Hiking continually for fourteen days in all kinds of weather, living in the open, 
sleeping between wet blankets, snatching a bit to eat here and there made Camp 
Robinson, nested among the hills, seem like paradise io the weary hikers. 

With a few good meals under their belts and refreshed by several good nights 
of rest. Headquarters Company began preparations for practical training on Camp 
Robinson's ideal artillery range. Considerable time was spent by Lieutenant 
Craigmile in drafting plans for the Signal section's reel cart which later played 
an important part in Cuenot's life. It also gave Weber an opportunity to com- 
plain of being overworked while strutting about camp with his eternal hammer 
reposing on his shoulder. Finally the big day arrived, and after establishing 
communications the boys settled down to await the first round. A crash, 'bang' 
and away went the reel cart, Weeks hanging on to Old Jerry and "Si" Peckham 
sawing away on the lead team as the frantic horses plunged madly down Selfridge 
Knoll headed towards a soft marshy spot. Here the horses were brought under 
control, and an inventory taken revealed the fact that, excepting a few breaks 
and rents, everything was intact. 

The 332nd firing en another part of the range was not so fortunate. Wishing 
to have the honor of firing the first shot, this outfit suffered severely from its 
carelessness in picketing the horses and safeguarding the men. Several men 
were injured in a stampede of the horses. Of course the fact that a few shells 
fell in the neighboring farm yard, killing a dog, and some live stock, and causing 
the hired girl to quit her job is trivial and hardly worth mention. 

Out with the signal section one day Stokley was left behind to reel in wire 
with orders to follow the tracks of the reel cart. Losing his sense of direction 
he wandered aimlessly about the range in the hope of striking a road back to camp. 
Coming out of a thicket he found himself a few feet from a target on which the 
332nd would soon direct its fire. Disregarding weeks of teaching to the effect 
that the safest place to be when the 332nd was firing was on the target, Stokley 
dug his spurs into his horse and galloped madly toward the railroad tracks and 
safety. Returning to camp that night he soon discovered that the joke was on 
him for the signal section, held up by the 3 3 2nd's firing, had observed his mad 
dash from LaFayette Peak. 

Here, too, Lieutenant Vincent came into his own. A born leader of men, he 
took a scouting detail cut one day and after giving them detailed instructions 



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proceeded to a point on the map. The detail soon got lost and returned one 
by one to the camp. Hours passed and still "Colonel" Vincent failed to put 
in an appearance. Much concerned 
over his prolonged stay in the wilder- 
ness the boys were considering organ- 
izing a searching party when he walked 
into the barracks and, after carefully 
hitching up his trousers, complimented 
the men on their "showing." 

"That was good work, men," he 
said, "a few hour's lecture on salutes 
and military courtesies and you will 
be all set to go overseas. ' ' 

He got by with it of course. No 
one suspicioned that he had been lost 

Week end passes were freely granted and La Crosse with its many attract- 
tions was a soldier's favorite rendezvous. 

Quite a little bit of difficulty was experienced in getting new clothing from 
the ever watchful Regimental Supply Sergeant. Many a fake runaway was 
staged on the range which usually rendered the garment beyond repair; then, 
and then onlv, was a new one issued. 

And then the "Matron," gathering her children together began to hold school 
daily. "K. P." and stable police were welcome relief after being forced to 
listen to such as the following for a week: 

"Is that too fast? At the front the radio operator will receive but not tran- 
slate the messages he receives. The messages will be turned over to the radio 
officer for translation. Kahn, who is the radio officer ? " 
Kahn — "I don't know sir." 
The Matron— "That's me." 

With its improvised wireless set the radio section was the joke of the com- 
pany. Reinforced by a few telephones, a wig-wag flag or two, and a set of signal 
flags, it did manage to interrupt communications occasionally. 

If it were not" for Manuel, the radio section would have sunk into oblivion. 
From this low depth he occasionally rescued it much to the embarrassment of 
the rest of the section. His hobby was forecasting the weather for the following 

'The time was drawing near for our departure overseas when a Minnesota 
and Illinois contingent was sent in to fill up the vacancies existing in the com- 
pany. The rookies quickly found their place in the big machine, with the excep- 
tion of ' ' Y. M. C. A. Red ''' whose life ' ' hung by a thread. ' ' 

Pressed for room the seasoned veterans moved into tents and left the bar- 
racks to the new arrivals. Each gang had a tent of its own, the sharks in one, 

the wolves in another., and the band 
on another avenue. 

And then came old Dame 
Rumor with her prediction of a 
journey overseas. Everything 
pointed to such a trip, firing 
on the range being discon- 
tinued, and soon the boys were 
busy packing for that much talked 
of experience — the journey to 


Going Over 



Pronounced gangplank perfect and having learned to play "train" with the best 
of children, "Headquarters" Company took the initial step of a journey that 
was to place them in a position where they could assist in administering a "K. O." 
to the "All Highest." 

Boarding a train at Camp Robinson for an eastern port the men were given 
all the luxuries of Pullman travel, even to the colored porter, who was thought 
by McLoughlin to be a new member of the company taken on to match Lins and 

A real welcome and Godspeed was awaiting us in practically every Wisconsin 

Going to bed that night Eager was much concerned as to whether he should 
remove his shoes or whether it was customary to take off any of one's clothing 
in a sleeping car. Finally Ullrich persuaded him that it was all right. 

"I know it is customary," said Ullrich, "because my real estate business 
has caused me to wander through all states in the union and I know the number 
of every Pullman car between Cambellsport and Elroy." 

Somewhat awed, Eager started to remove his shoes when a sudden curve in 
the road caused Ullrich to be flung headlong out of his upper. 

With a look of astonishment on his face Eager surveyed Ullrich sprawled at 
his feet and then slowly drawing on his shoes remarked: "As a traveller, you're 
a good seamstress." 

Quite a bit of time was spent in doping out the states through which the train 
would travel. Chelberg wanted to know if the route would lead them through 
Iowa. He said he knew that the train would cut through Kansas but he wasn't 
sure about Iowa. 

Speeding through Canada on our way to Buffalo the regiment was given a 
rousing welcome by the residents of the Dominion. Here the men began to notice 
patriotic British girls, clad in overalls, working in the factories. The next day 
"Tennessee" Steuterman complained of a stiff neck but of course it was caused 
by the lack of heat in the car. Some claim, however, his head and shoulders 
were out of the window three-fourths of the time. I wonder why? 

Reaching Niagara Falls the boys detrained and marched to view that wonder- 
ful spectacle of nature's grandeur. 

The next night we slept in the squad tents at Camp Mills. Here twenty- 
four hour leaves to New York were granted, and nearly every one seized the op- 
portunity to visit the big city. 

"Spots" Miller came back with only one regret. He said he had visited China- 
town, "Little Italy," The Museum, the Bowery and many other places but had 
failed to see what was called "Little Old New York." 

After an eight day stay at Camp Mills, spent in turning in one tent pin at 
a time and drawing new shoe laces and then new tent pins again, Headquarters 
Company donned full packs and boarded a trolley for the docks. Not a man 
noticed the weight of the packs. Each one had far more weighty things for thought. 
A steady buzz such as emanates from a beehive floated through the car windows. 
"They are learning a secret code to be used in France," the conductor confided 
to the brakeman, as strange mutterings like the following reached his ears : ' ' Colger, 
Sam, C. G., No— Carl G^A. No— W. M. No,— O. J.— H. C. No,— Anderson, 
Carl G. A." A "secret?" Yes, the hardest secret in the world for a soldier 
about to board ship to remember — his name. The confusion of one's name would 
cause one, the men had been told, to be yanked unceremoniously off the gang- 
plank and told, "There is your new company commander." 

Reaching the docks the women of the Red Cross presented the ever-hungry 
soldiers with delicious coffee and doughnuts. Here, too, the Y. M. C. A. handed 
each man a card on which was a statement to the effect that the boat on which 


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he sailed had arrived safely overseas. Patten wanted to know what the seven kinds 
of sam hill the folks at home eared about the ship. It wasn't their ship. What 
they were interested in was whether the boys had arrived safely "over there." 

Crossing the gangplank, those who with fear and trepidation had taken the 
chance and carried with them an extra handkerchief, a non-issued razor, or the 
boldest of all, a sweater, had the laugh on the fervent believers in Lieutenant 
Edmondson, who had faithfully followed directions and brought nothing but 
issued articles. They were not pushed into the deep blue sea to satisfy the hunger 
of a man-eating shark nor were they shot for disobeying orders. 

Our quarters were two decks below the open air, and consisted of one good 
sized room, packed full of double deck bunks and ventilated by hatchway 
twelve feet square up 
soldiers' curiosity the 
top deck to investigate 
Lapland. But here 
P. blocked their path, 
little place in the sun," 
you stay." And stay 
fact that there wasn't 
and Kienholz to get 

l., daylight. With 
men started for the 
their new home — the 
the ever-present M. 
*' Yi iu have your own 
he said, "and there 
they did, despite the 
room for both Lackus 


deck at 

ed to 



thirty f 




that day 






The ship was loac 

with soldiers, about 

having been loaded 

Except for a hand 

and there on the ferries and tugs, our departure was without ceremony, t rantically 
every one went on deck to take a last look at the Statue of Liberty. Then all 
sight of land faded away and the shipboard routine began. _ 

Our growing dislike for Germany now turned to actual hate. Sea sickness, 
boat drill, prohibition of smoking after sundown, all foreign to our existence 
until this time were thrust upon us. And too, the cumbersome lite belt 
must be added to our stock in trade. The officers, being very attentive to our 
welfare and knowing that boat drills were something of a bore, attempted to make 
them more interesting and less of a burden by giving us "physical torture at 
these times. The proverbial silver lining to this cloud was the privilege here 
given us of discarding our life belts for the exercise. 

Life went along more or less smoothly for the first few days except for Lox, 
Jackson Fry, McMaster and Lieutenant Swearingen, who found that the ocean 
"chuck" and the confinement had a disagreeable effect on their digestive ap- 
paratus. "Oh, no," said Fry, "the heaving of the sea has no connection with 
the heaving I am doing. It is just something that I have eaten 1 am sure 
that's what's the matter, for I overheard Lieut. Swearingen say that was the 
cause of his trouble and he has the same symptoms I have. That got ty fine 
until one of the boys asked him how long he had been eating at the officer s mess. 
This brought out the fact that Fry had been giving the lieutenant some infor- 
mation with regard to the French money system but as yet he had not been 
invited to dine with him. , . 

Even to this dav the bovs assert that it was the mess that caused the trouble, 
and with some degree of probability too for the boys will never forget the por- 
ridge with the gasoline flavor, the soft boiled eggs that had never seen hot water 
and the tea blended with the unnameable taint of everything on board ship. Ut 
course, some of us were prejudiced, for Capt. Miller and Private Passmore, our 
mess officer and his assistant, considered it "clean tasty and we 1-cooked. 

No complaint could be made on the quantity, for ' ' Jerry would always come 
around after meals with his "Byes, won't ye 'ave some more pahndge? 1 ates 
to throw it out." 

One incident helps to show how important the food question 


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day out we were going through our regular physical torture and boat drill late 
in the afternoon. There was a heavy fog and all the ships in the convoy were 
steadily blowing their whistles to locate each other, it being impossible to see 
more than a few rods in any direction. Suddenly off our port bow appeared the 
stern of the largest transport and for a moment a collision looked to be inevitable, 
with the probable result of sinking or at least badly damaging our ship. In such 
a dangerous situation, when it appeared as if the folks at home might soon be 
collecting our insurance, the only conversation that passed between the men 
crowded on the decks of the two boats was: 

"Getting anything to eat over there?" 

"No, are you ?' ' 


In a moment the boats steered away from each other and the danger was 

It was midnight and high time for all good soldiers to be in bed. Except 
for a muffled click, click, click now and then and mysterious whispers such as 
"Another blue," "I'll call," "That's good," "Don't flash that dough here," 
and "Aw, he wouldn't turn us in," nothing stirred. 

Those fascinated by that vampire known as the Godess of Chance were holding 
their daily midnight session when crash, bang, biff. 

"Duck the pasteboards." 

"Who got the pot?" 

"Keep quiet," counselled a cool head as he recalled a similiar scene in a Hart- 
ford backroom. 

' ' We are hit ! " " We are torpedoed ! " " Where is my life belt ? " " Somebody 
sound the alarm." 

"What's all that racket?" asked he who claims he secured a divorce for a 
woman in Kansas City. 

"Perhaps the raw meat eater is having another spasm," said he who always 
puts life into the game, "I caught him swiping a bone from the kitchen just before 
we left Mills." 

' ' Let's go see, ' ' said he with the number twelve shoes. 

"We are hit!" "I am drowning!" "Give me air!" again rose the shrill cry. 

"Let's hurry," said he who later bought a diamond from a fund donated by 
many friends. 

And hurry they did. And the cause of all the disturbance? Holt of the band 
had been thrown from his hammock by the collapse of the bunk supports, and 
while shouting, "We are hit," had jumped up to assist Ableiter and one or two 
others who had also taken the fall. 

"Is the boat still afloat?" he gasped, as the boys gathered around. 

"Yes," answered one of the rescuers, "but if you ever create such a dis- 
turbance again you will be 'hit,' put into a 'sinking condition,' and set 'afloat' 
on a long journey. 

Boys on M. P. duty fared better than the rest for they were able in various 
ways to get "clean, tasty and well-cooked food" from the officers' kitchen. Some- 
times it was rather difficult to talk the cook into handing it out. One night the 
boys tried and the king of the kitchen was obdurate, telling the men they must 
have an order from the sergeant of the guard. There being no guard handy, 
Patten was called into service, and, with his natural hard-boiled manner and 
bull-like voice, gently told the autocratic Englishman to "give these men what 
they desire." Thus a few ducks, chickens, and other dainties that were meant 
to travel the aristocratic alimentary canals of officers only found their way into 
enlisted stomachs 

Some of the work of the M. P's was sufficiently harrowing to deserve a few 
extras. Barney will always swear so at any rate, for one night he was on guard 
on the top deck and was supposed to clear the deck at nine o'clock. He waited 
until nine thirty and then requested the officers and passengers to go below. By 



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ten o'clock all had complied with-his orders but one officer who was sitting in the 
deep shadow with one of the attractive passengers. Barnett walked up to him 
and said, "Sir, this deck is supposed to be cleared at nine and it is now ten." 

The officer answered, "Thats all right, son. You are doing well," but failed 
to make a move for leaving. 

Barney was not quite sure what he was to do and came back about fifteen 
minutes later only to find the officer still in the same position with his entertain- 
ing companion. He was beginning to get a little sore by this time and said, 
"Sir, you must go below. This deck must be cleared." 

"That's all right ray boy, you are doing your work admirably," said the 

Barnett found his collar getting too tight and his ears getting hot and just 
to keep from committing murder, he walked to the other end of the deck, where 
he met the officer of the day who asked, "How are you getting along?" 

"Fair enough," said Barnett, "But there's one guy down along there who 
says that I am doing my duty well but won't move off from his chair." 

"Well, that's Major General House and I guess we had better let him alone," 
replied the officer of the day. 

The days were spent by those not on duty in loafing on the bunks, in the 
hallways or on the decks. One day Bollacker was lying along the deck house 
and was grumbling that it was cold, damp, and windy there, when one of the 
395th Casuals suggested his moving around to the other side where he would 
be" sheltered from' the wind and where there was warm sunshine. Bollacker 
only squirmed a little closer to the building. "Oh, well, I guess the sun will be 
around here after a while," he drawled. 

Before we had been out many days, practically every one began to cough 
and conditions became alarming. Sick-calls became the most popular call on the 
boat, and almost whole companies and batteries were lined up for treatment. 
The old belief that "hope springs eternal in the human breast" was once more 
verified, for day after day the men would stand in line in the vain hope that some 
effective remedy might be forthcoming. Finally their turn would come and after 
a careful examination they would come away with two CC pills. It was not 
long before a large number were even unable to get to the infirmary and more 
had decided that they had enough of CC pills. Some few on board the boat died 
from this epidemic of the "flu" but the men were a husky, healthy bunch, and 


551 f? Field Artillery, 

although many who had started the trip in good health came off the boat with 
pale, bluish faces, the regiment as a whole stood it remarkably well. 

A few miles from land the fleet submarine chasers met the convoy and guided 
the transports safely through the danger zone. 

As we came in sight of the Emerald Isle, Flanagan, Donahue, and Shields 
clambered on the deck house and stood with bared heads in reverence for the 
home of their fathers. Most of the boys were on deck, too, for the sight of land 
was mighty good to all of us after our eleven days at sea. 

The next morning we found ourselves standing on English soil listening to a 
little band playing American ragtime, and feeling more like members of a real 
army than ever before. 

All prepared for a wonderful place after Lieutenant Vincent's glowing account 
of the Salisbury Plains as our probable goal in England, our hopes were dashed 
when we reached the mud-hole called Knotty Ash and found that we were to 
live in leaky tents and to sleep on the floor. This was known as a rest camp, 
but our two day stay there convinced us that the name was ill-fitting. 

The next day King George gave us a "royal" welcome with a facsimile of 
his own hand-writing in which he said he wished he might shake the hand of each 
of us. This ceremony being over we loafed around camp until the second morn- 
ing when we started on the tramp to the railway for our ride to Camp Romsey. 
On this hike Lieutenant Craigmile won the hearts of many a man by carrying the 
full pack of a private who was to weak from the effects of the "flu" to keep the 

The trip to Romsey was a flying one as we later came to know European travel. 
It was through a beautiful country and many were the exclamations of surprise 
at the remarkable neatness and well kept appearance of the farms. 

The camp at Romsey was a duplicate of Knotty Ash except that there was 
less mud and a little (but very little) more to eat. The time was spent in lying 
around and in a tramp to see the old Romsey Abbey. There the men viewed 
the signatures of the Kaiser and many other people both famous and infamous. 

On Friday, the fourth of October, the men made the long hike from Romsey 
to Southampton, a distance of twelve miles, with full packs. At the end of this 
tiresome hike they were loaded on a boat filled almost to standing capacity to 
be conveyed to France. After a night spent in feeding the fishes, the now almost 
exhausted troups were landed in Cherbourg, France, and summoning some hidden 
strength marched triumphantly through that city with colors flying and the band 


^\ 5311' Field Artillery,/ 

Over There 

On the outskirts of the city the boys were introduced to another British rest 
camp. Why it is called a rest camp is still shrouded in mystery. Just what the 
company was supposed to "rest" was not divulged. And the only thing really 
rested was something not in the least fatigued — the digestive organs. 

While being assigned for the night Heller bawled out: "How many men to 
a tent?" 

Top Kicker Mezera: "Ten men." 

Heller: ' 'Ten H They're blamed little bigger than a pup tent. " 

That night ten heads could be seen sticking out from under each tent while 
ten pairs of feet were circled around the center pole. 

Completely revived after their one night cure at the British rest camp the 
"patients" were hiked to the water front and lined up along side of a row of things 

resembling— well, who can say what they did resemble— the boys had never seen 
the like of them before. 

Covered with mysterious signs such as "Homines 40" and " Chevaux 8," 
thev were a Chinese puzzle to the now "overseas" men. 

"Forty Homines," said Kneebone, "certainly the people of devasted France 
are not in that deplorable state. Why, there isn't room enough in one of those 
things for one family. 

"Perhaps thev are tovs sent over by the Salvation army to be given to the 
Belgian children.' Fll bet that's the case and that we are a detail sent down 
here to paint and police them up," remarked Clark, famous for his ability as 
a detail dodger, as he squeezed in between Bucher and W. M. Anderson. 

"I don't doubt it," grumbled Howat,"but if I had known that the Belgian 
kiddies were in need of tovs I would have brought over a slightly used toy train 
that I gave to my kid brother last Christmas. It is larger and much more stable. 

"That's a French train," said White. "I studied French at school. 'Hommes, 
is French for men and 'Chevaux' is French for horses. In other words it means 
that the car's capacity is forty men or eight horses. Wait a minute, _ he added, 
as the French engineer approached, "I will ask him where we are going. 

Approaching the Frenchman White put the question. A puzzled look^crept 
over the engineer's face, and then with a smile on his face he said to White: 
English, please, I can understand you so much better." 


:eadquarter s compa 

331!! Field Artillery 

( ' 

Loaded on the train, forty in a car, the boys were not satisfied with the French 
idea of a troop train. But let them tell you — 

Jackson: "This car smells like a horse barn. The only thing that it lacks 
is the bedding." 

Patten: "Sherman was right." 

About midnight the remarks turned to such as: 

"Get off my feet." 

"Give me room to sit down." 

"Who's that snoring." 

"Oh, for a real bunk." 

"I didn't kick you." 

"Lay on your side, Powers." 

This was endured for three days and three nights but "Old Man Etat" finally 
landed us at Camp Hunt some fifty miles southwest of Bordeaux. 

Here we were to receive six weeks of intensive training and then to be ready 
for real action. 

Shortly after getting settled in our barracks one of the boys brought the fol- 
lowing information: "Say guys, there's a long row of wine joints, right across 
the tracks. I just killed a bottle of French wine, but it should have been labeled 
Epsom Salts." 

The newly discovered place of many refreshments was soon dubbed the "West- 
ern Front," and many fierce battles were fought there. 

At this camp the boys made the acquaintance of a mysterious Frenchman 
by the name of J. Seventyeight. He occupied a little shack not far from Head- 
quarters Company's barracks. He early made the acquaintance of practically 
every man in the organization and his dwelling was the meeting place for the 
brave warriors returning from the "Western Front," and for detail dodgers of 
all kinds. Unkempt and dirty as he was, the boys visited him daily, fascinated 
by the strange stories he told. Some claim he had been a fortune teller in his 
time while others returned to the barracks to confide to their bunkies weird stories 
as to our future movements, which they claimed, he had revealed while in a trance. 
Experience taught them, however, that he was an unreliable person, for his revela- 
tion oft times failed to come to pass. 

When our training began, the men of the company were divided into four 
sections comprising the Band and the Scout, Signal and Radio section. Each 
group found plenty to do wrestling with the goniometer, the plane table, and 
the telephone or pondering over firing data, maps, codes, and messages. 

Passes were issued to the men giving each one an opportunity to visit the 
French villages nearby. Every one returned with plenty of souvenirs, tales of 
wonderful meals, soft beds, and spirituous compounds. To Passmore, however, 
was given the wicker soup dish for discovering the drink that tasted like gaso- 

Our training was cut short by the signing of the armistice. Soon afterwards 
our Brigade received notification that it was to prepare for immediate embarka- 
tion for the United States. We remained six weeks however before the order 
came to move. During the wait the boys organized the football team and played 
several games with the batteries. Several thousand francs changed hands on 
the result of these games. 

Then, as everything comes to those who wait, the order came to move and 
a few more days found us again in those detested box cars bound for Camp de 
Souge about fifty miles away. Eleven hours were spent in traveling that short 

Camp de Souge was the most ideal camp, located about twenty miles north- 
west of Bordeaux, having large brick barracks, and looking somewhat like an 
American camp. On the day before Christmas, after only a three day stay, 



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we were ordered to move to a camp nearer the harbor. Desiring to make it in 
one day, we made the twenty-three mile move on foot; and although the packs 
seemed light at the start, they were heavy enough before the day was ended, 
and it was a very weary outfit that finally pulled into Genicart on Christmas 

This was called an embarkation camp but before our twenty-five day stay was 
up we came to the conclusion that very little embarking was done there. The 
details were so common and required so man}' men that even Weber and Kunz, 
our premier 'detail dodgers,' were forced into service and the non-coms had to 
take up their long forgotten K. P. duties. Even here, though, there were some 
amusements such as attending funerals and visiting caves. When the order to 
move was received, it was to go to Marseilles, Sergeant Evans was heard to say, 
"Yes, and I suppose when we get half way across they'll decide to take us around 
San Francisco to get to New York." Any move was a welcome change, however, 
and when it was found we had hay in our box cars and a whole car load of straw 
nearby we were quite cheerful. It was a quick trip, too, for the outfit was in 
Marseilles the second morning after entraining. Here we boarded the Duca 
d' Aosta and pulled away from French soil about ten o'clock at night January 20. 
One day was spent in coaling at Gibraltar. While the crew was busy at this, 
the men were no less busy sending overalls, tied at the bottom and 
attached to long ropes, over the side, down to the little boat that came along 
side, to have them filled with oranges, figs, dates, and anything else that could 
be eaten. 

We had had two days, "wop "grub by this time and realized that it was almost 
a life and death matter to lay in as large a supply as possible of things that had 
no garlic or machine oil in them. The food was our only complaint on the trip. 
Our sleeping quarters were good and we had a large amount of freedom in going 
about the boat. The ship was slow and small and the transport ran into some 
really dangerous storms. These things we could take cheerfully, as matters of 
necessity, but when "Soupy, Soupy" was blown, the cry would go up all over 

the ship, "Now all together . " Even the sea gulls became dissatisfied and 

left us about the ninth day out and the only dog on board gave up and quit 
eating. The dog was eating at the officer's mess, too, and the enlisted men who 
saw cakes, pies, steaks, etc., going up the stairs will always claim there was quite 
a difference. 

Everything must end sometime and so our trip came to an end after fifteen 
days. The quiet water near the shore was so welcomed that even Cox, Tony 
Roberts, and Patten, who had suffered from nausea came to life again and appeared 
on deck. 

Docking about nine in the morning February 5 the macaroni-fed soldiers fell 
immediately to eating buns, apples, and chocolate, and drinking real American 
coffee. No man who was not "over there" can realize the joy of our first hours 
in our own home land again. Then we were on a train bound for Camp Merritt 
grinning at anything and everything, and not long afterwards were settled in warm 
barracks with cots and real mattresses. 

Sergeant Mezera said that he figured he'd have to sleep on the floor a few 
nights just to feel natural. Here we stayed just long enough to be de-loused 
and to get cleaned and well dressed, put on our service cheverons and see a 
of New York. Then once more we entrained, this time for Camp Grant 
mustered out. 

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The batteries had organized their football teams and had put their schedules 
well under way before Headquarters decided to enter the fray. Several high 
school and college stars got together and elected Flanagan captain of the team. 
Lieutenant Sooy (Michigan) offered his services as coach and practice began. 

The season started off with a o — o tie against Battery C, November 25th. 
The team showed its lack of practice; and though the boys played a great defensive 
game, their offense was ragged. 

Lieutenant Sooy, who had been absent on leave, returned to camp and started 
to whip the team into shape. Lieutenant Baird brought his gallant scrubs and 
real practice began. 

The results of the work showed up in a well earned victory over Battery C 
on December 2nd, score 12 — o. In this game Haugland, accepting a forward pass 
from Flanagan, made a wonderful run of 70 yards. It was a costly run, however, 
for in the tackle the runner's arm was broken and we were left without the services 
of our star end. 

On December 6th in perhaps the best played and most sensational of the 
regimental games, Headquarters Company defeated, by a score of 13 — o, Battery 
A. In the last few minutes of the game Karst intercepted a forward pass and ran 
the length of the field for a touchdown. 

Battery D clashed with us on December 13th for the regimental championship. 
No less than four of our men were carried off the field seriously injured, Trudell 
and Schlough sustaining broken ankles. Although the ball was in D's territory 
three-fourths of the time, D was counted victor by a score 7 — 6. Every man in 
the company still believes that Headquarters had the best team in the regiment. 
Look at the line-up and judge for yourself. 


Trudell, Parnell 






Haugland, White 

Flanagan (Captain) 


Schlough, Howat 

Liechty, Bahrke 

















R. H. 




Watersorth, Besaw, Schields, Mony. 



— 7~M 

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^QUyinQ The Oaptain'J t) 

The Making of a Soldier 

On account of the late date on which the draft called me, I did not get into 
the 33 1 st F. A. until April 25th. But I made up for lost time right from the 

I was sent over from the Depot Brigade to see Captain Miller, who was at 
that time the commander of Hq. Co., about a POSITION in the Radio? depart- 
ment, — the position later turned out to be a Job. After bragging about and 
flattering myself to the Captain, I was accepted; and there I was a full fledged 
Artillery man. 

I was allowed to hang around the Barracks for the first fewdays to get acquainted 
with the general rooteen of things, etc. And one morning when the Primare, 
or first sgt., thought I had been given enough 
time to catch on, he called me into the orderly 
room, and said, "say young man, did you 
ever ride a horse before? I told him that 1 
never did." "Well," he said, "you go down 
to the stable and see Corp. Jack and he will 
give you a horse that's never been rode, and 
you can both start in together" 

And we did start in together. And al- 
though I was in the Radio section, I had to 
go to Sgt. Sweeney to get an outfit which had 
nothing to do with Radio. It consisted of a 
comb and brush for massaging horses, and a 
blue suit of Fatiguelets, — the suit was used 
mostly on trips to New Milford when emptying horse Bedticks. 

When I arrived at the Stable, I heard the command," STAND A-HEEL,com- 
mence grooming by detail. "But after a few strokes with the curry comb I found 
that it was better to groom by de-neck not by de-tail. 

But I could not kick about the work at the Stables. The horses were all so 
pleasant, they were always willing to Shake Hands with you. Sometimes though 
they would shake with you when you were not expecting it. One of our horses 
named Eager was fond of surprising the boys. Now and then he would surprise 
somebody with an UN-announced pat on the back, which generally gave you 
a free ride on a stretcher. This horse was named Eager because he tryed to Kill 
Harold Eager and was almost successful, and another reason for calling him Eager 
was because he was always so Eager to put you out of Business. 

There were Bokoo pets at the barn. Pvts. Schlough and Barnett can tell you 
more about these pets, — if they want to. One day Barnett got tangled up with 
one of those so called pets and then he went around for five days swearing that 
he was the King of England. And on one morning as I looked through the bar- 
racks window to see what the weather looked like, Pvt. Schlough came by in a 
stretcher singing Poor Butterfly. Between playing Football in the winter and 
fooling with horses in the summer, Barnett and Schlough earned all the Croix 
de guares ever made. They certainly were bunged up. 

One day when the weather permitted, Lieut. Golding called a few squads 
together, and for 20 minutes dealt out what is known as Equitation, which means 
(here is a horse, let's see you stay on) one look at Lieut. Golding's under pins will 
let you know that he is no rookie on a horse, and he asked us to do circus stunts 
on horses what couldn't see the joke. I was given a horse that was hard to mount 
but he was an automatic dismounter, and when the 20 minutes were up, I had 
no more use for a chair than a rookie has for a shot in the arm. The razor back 
Lt. Whitney wished on me had a hoof on him like a sewer plate, and he could be 
heard 3 miles away when trotting. I often wondered how I could sneak across 


551 f? Field Artillery, 

No-Mans land on this horse without being heard in Berlin. Luckily our horses 
did not go to France with us. And I had to ride this horse on the hike to Sparta. 
But with all the faults my horse had, he was as good a horse as I was a rider. 

At Camp Grant 1 was so busy with the Horses and keeping out of their way 
that I had no time to learn anything about Radio. In fact I didn't know what 
headquarters company was for, and from the looks of the horses in the stable, 
I thought we were picked to deliver Ice at the front in the summertime. The 
Guy that once yelled "my kingdom for a Horse" would have kept His Kingdom 
after looking at my Horse. 

Somehow or other Lieutenant Pease man- 
aged to edge in on us with a lesson in semap- 
horing. This was welcome as this Kept us 
out of the Stable for an hour or two; this came 
easy to me as I was Hebrew. And later on 
I was instructing rekruits in this branch. We 
also learned a few other useless things such as 

the General Orders all of which meant the 
same thing — stay on your post and don't wake 

up the officer of the day. 

After studying the general orders, I was 

put on Stable guard rne night, and before I 

had started walking my post, up walks the 

corporal of the guard. He did give me a fine 

bawl out. He said, "Say rookie what's the 

matter with your Why didn't you halt Me?" 

I said, "Why should I halt you? I know you 

are the corporal of the guard." He sure was 

mad, and said, "Well, how do you know that 

I am the corporal of the guard?" Well I said, 

"how do you know that I am the Guard?" 
After a few preliminary moves, including 

a practice hike on which they fed us steaks 

and Doughnuts (we never got them on the 

real trip)" we started for Sparta a trip of 706 

miles, 206 miles on the roads and 500 miles 

off the road watering horses. The trip was 

very dull excepting 6085 things that happened. 

The hike was made mostly for experience to 

men in field work, it taught us quite a little. 

It taught Me to enlist in the Q. M's. if another 

war should happen. 

On one Sunday, I think it was Sunday _(j 

because we had sugar in our coffee, we stopped 

at Madison. The" people in Town took to us 

like Hotcakes,and one party invited me into a ford and to help me along m educa- 

shun, they shot me thru the Universityof Wisconsin in about seven mm. Later 

on in the day while walking in the residental section of Madison, a kind 

family who were out to do their share toward Democracy, invited me to have 

supper there; and I did have a fine time and supper. It was a real tasty meal 

too, ice cream, etc. After the meal one of the young ladies started to sing at the 

piano, and this spoiled what was otherwise a very pleasant evening. 

When I arrive back at the camp grounds, I looked around my pup tent and 

found Myself short of tent pin, blanket and a few other things of less importance. 

I immediately reported this to the first sergeant, he said, Well well, don t 

you know that it's a poor soldier that looses anything in the army trom that 

lime on I was always ahead in sox, pins, blankets, etc. and have always followed 

that rule. 



551 1 1 Field Artillery, 

The next day before leaving camp the Red Cross girls visited us to get rid 
of seme camel cigarettes and cookies, and I helped along all I could by taking 
10 packs of camels and bookoo Cookies, and I was always willing to do my share 
to help the Red Cross. 

Outside of washing my face once, there is nothing that happened on the trip 
of which you haven't heard. 

I'm not going to say anything about the night of the big storm when Eager 
one of our Pet horses broke lose, and I was on guard, and I tried to catch Eager, 
and he knew it, and from the action from his hind feet I knew that he didn't 
want to be cot, so I picked up a rock and aimed it at his jaw, but my defleckshun 
was wrong, and I thru the rock into one of C Battery's pup tents, and fortunately 
the occupant of that tent had gone to town to seek shelter. 

After I was relieved from guard that night, I stood over near the kitchen stove, 
drenched to the skin and wondering what to do, when all of a sudden captain 
miller showed up and after looking me over, advised me to go to town and try to 
get Dride up a bit. I told him that I was on Guard that night, but he said, "That 
makes no difference, go ahead." All the houses being already filled by lucky 
soldiers I went to the barn near a farm house. There was however only one vacant 
stall there and that wasn't vacant till I removed a Fox terrier and her six pups; 
I hated to do this, but bizness before pleasure. Well I slept about six a. m. and 
then hussled back to camp to change sox, if a dry pair could be found; but before 
I started looking around I was called over to the Capt. and he informed me that 
I had committed a fort Levenworth offense by not showing up for guard on the 
next relief. He had evidently forgotten about the permisshun he gave me, and 
a? it was not my bizness to remind him of the fact, I was sentenced to serve the 
rest of the trip in the kitchen. This was not bad considering that the trip only 
lasted six days more, and that I didn't have to water Horses, and that I could 
borrow butter and Jam from the officers mess for my personel use. 

After waiting through the rain and stopping off to see the rock pile at Kil- 
bourn called the Dells, Col. Lambdin finished his annual trip to Camp Robinson 
accompanied by a regiment of Ivory ready for polishing. They did need polish- 
ing as half of the regiment thought that 4 point 7s were lead pencils or shoes. 
The first week was spent in getting used to the silver plated water, that is what 
it tasted like, and we also spent most of the week in finding out how many dances 
a week the town of Sparta produced. That was our chief worry. 

We had to be very nice in this town as the regulars who were there at camp 
a year before made the rounds of the town in a vin blanc condishun, and the 
people did not take to us so we showed them that we were well behaved soldiers, 
and then we were given the glad hand. 

(Sentenced io the Kitchen 




551 f? Field Artillery, 

Between dances and Silver Dale and Sparta most of the evenings were spent. 
The girls were ever ready to dance with the soldiers, and after watching some 
of the soldiers dance, I am sure that the girls done this more for Democracy than 
for anything el&e. 

One day the firing on the range finally started and (oh boy) the target was 
the only safe place to stand on. First of all, the communications would be es- 
tablished by radio or telephone. Two radio stations would be thrown up, and 
then a lot of semophoring would follow between these two stations in trying to 
find out why the radio don't work, and in this way most of the messages got by. 
One day when we for got to bring the Semaphore flags along and the radio was 
in it's usual condition we yelled across to the other station. And that was a 
pretty fair substitute. We used every kind of wireless but the right kind; Markoni 
didn't do much of a favor for us; or if he did, we did not see it. With a mile 
it sure was a powerful outfit — 8 fifteen cent batteries were used. Every morning 
the different details would mount up and get in formation and gallup out to the 
range at a speed that would shame the movie cowboys; and after tying up their 
thorobreds to the nearest tree everybody went to sleep. This my friends was the 
work of Headquarters Company. 

Lt. Col. Perkins would 
morning in this fashion "Now 
djuxgzut" nobody knew what 
got through everybody nodded 
and hustled off to the range to 
times a few shots were fired 
empty shells to take home for 
fast about artillery work from 
before many moons past we 
to cross bats with the Kaiser 
4 months at Camp Robinson 
sand is bad when in a horse's 

give different orders every 
men, I want you to go to 
he was saying, but when he 
as though they understood 
do some bunk fateeg. Some- 
because somebody wanted some 
souvenirs. But we learned 
reading the newspaper, and 
were ready to go over to Franc 
athletic club. We spent about 
and all that I learned is that 

Q\^_j\^ L R^^^^o^^^^i_!L—-Z^ 



\ 351 1' Field Artillery, 

Remember the Election at Genicart? 


5511' Field Artillery, 


Scene — Kitchen at Genicart. 

Time — Any K. P. day. 

Barney — Well, well, who'd ever thought we'd be sittin' here peelin' spuds in 
Camp Genicart, hey Judge? 

Cartwright — Yes, sir. Who'd a thought it? If you'd believe these posters 
they get out for enlistment you'd think a soldier's only duty was to stand on 
the hill with a pair of field spectacles in one hand and a map in the other, and 
look wise. 

Fessler — You said it, and the nearest we ever came to field glasses was to 
have Prof Brooks tell us they were "milled" — what ever that is. T'listen t' 
him you'd think we were goin' to be lost forever if we happened to get out after 
dark without our johnnyometer. What t'ell use can you ever make of that in 
civil life. Maybe orient yourself in a bar so't you could get out the same door 
you came in. 

Barney — Yeah, there's lots of guff to this man's army but it wouldn't be so 
bad if it wasn't for this d — detail. Think of scrubbin' greasy pans for a bunch 
of non-coms attached to the army for rations and quarters only. Look at 'em. 
Look at Lackus and Kunz! Never did a lick of work since they've been in the 
army. And White! How'd he ever get that way? And look at Karst with his 
post-mortem promotion. 

Douglas — I hate to bust in on your oration but if you don't get to peeling 
those spuds faster, you'll have a steady job at it. What's the matter with YOU, 

Cartwright — Nothin', only the knife got too hot and I was just lettin' it cool 
off a bit. 

Fessler— Well, at that, I'd rather do this than have the job of carrym' the 
grub into the officers. That's what they call a menial task, ain't it? 

h e ad o i 


551 1 1 Field Artillery, 



-M l! 

Barney — You shouldn't look at it that way, You aren't carryin' it in to the 
officers. You're carryin' it in to the uniform. 

Fessler — Aw lay off! You talk like Lieutenant Vincent. Uniform me eye! ! 
It's the man inside that's tellin' you that he wants a little potato and a lot of 
steak! They can't fool me any more with that stuff. 

Cartwright — Yes, they sit down just as if they was used to all that service 
instead of standing up with one eye on the bartender to see if he was watching 
while they took another pickle, like most of them did. 

Marvin — I got a good one, boys; there's five big ships down to the docks and 
the Colonel's gone down to take his pick. They told him he could have any 
one he wanted. That's straight goods, too. This fellow said he was talking to a 
man that worked at Headquarters and saw the order. 

Barney (after vainly hunting for the flea that have been prospecting on his 
ribs). — Well, I hope it's true. It sounds reasonable enough 'cause you know that 
they never keep troops here more than five days and the Colonel's a great friend of 

Cartwright — At that rate we might be back by the middle of January, and 
be mustered out by February. Say 'bo, won't she be great when you can lean 
your old elbows on Mother's table and jab your fork into the fourth piece of 
mince pie? 

Douglas — How often do I have to tell you fellows to quit spreadin' the bull 
and to get those spuds peeled? What's the matter now, Cartwright? 

Cartwright— Nothin', only I had to dry me hands to roll this pill and I hate 
to get 'em wet again. 

Fessler — Well, I wouldn't mind if we could just get out of this camp. Im 
sick of wadin' around in mud up to my knees in the day time, buildin' sidewalks 
for somebody else to walk on and picking up snipes, and then working all night 
at the bakery besides. 

Barney — You don't seem to think much of Spike and his camp. 

Fessler — You're right and as far as he is concerned 

(For the honor of the service and to save a court martial, let's run the curtain 

Bunque Phateeg 

I'VE OFTEN WISHED THAT I WAS GOOD AT 'ritin pomes and jokes, 
So I kud tell a lot about a lot of lazy fokes, 

Who ware sum shevrons on ther arms and draw a korporels Pay. 
And all they do is bunk fateeg the long and bizzy day. 

We have one Corp who hates to work. I wont tell you his name, 

Kus Korprel Kunz — he mite get sore'n then I'd get the blame. 

And Turny, Berg, and Marcus; no— I wont say they are ded, 

But the suckers never do a thing: they always lie in bed. 

And if you want some work well done, you'll wait around for hours, 

When you depend on Mony, Frost, Eastland or Jim Powers, 

And Meller, Roach'n Kneebone must have Surup in ther tiks; 

They lay in bed for eighteen days and got the name, Gold Bricks. 

Fleming', Moss, and Manion: they have never worked a stitch, 

And I suppose if you ask them why, they'll blame it on the itch. 

Thers Cummings, 'Cyrtmus, Cuenot, Passmore, Jackson, and Ridgeway,— 

They all shud get a croy dee geer for lyin' in the Hay. 

Now this is Quite an Idee for a Pome dont you think, 

Ah — If I were but a poet and I had a pen and ink. 


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■ltoiBw room- 




:eadquarters company 

S551S? Field Artillery^ .* 


To The King of The Pests 
The Flea 

(Reminiscent of the camp at Bordeaux). 

Many times I've searched the seams 

Of my army shirt and jeans 

For a flea. 

Insignificant in size — 

Yet I know he never dies 


And I'll swear he has a jimmy 

That he used just to gi'mme 


Countless times I've grown insane 

From the driving, itching pain 

Of that flea. 

I've gone searching with a light 


For with what more genuine pleasure 

Could one capture any treasure 

Than a flea? 


551!! Field Artillery 


551!! Field Artillery /f 

Just A 





C. B. 

I remember 


and maybe 

it was 

you remember 


one day 


at the 

in the week 


I saw 


Lieut. Baird 


standing over 


in the grain shed 

Lieut. Baird 

telling a 

told us 



what a hard Job 

to talk 

blanket washing 




and he 



Stokley talked 

and the 

and Baird 


heard it 


and said 

and I 

the next 




I catch 

all the 


time if 




knew that 

saddle blankets 



was only 

a week 



them in 


the water 

fellow talked 


and was 



them up 

to Massaging 

to Dry. 

\ T ote: For similiar s 



Keller, Fry, and Baima. 



551!? Field Artillery 

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Sayings of Great Men 

Lieut. Vincent — When I was on the Border. 

Lieut. Bauer — Is that quite clear? Any questions? 

Lieut. Hendee — Now get this cold. 

Capt. Campbell — Air. Gregg! Air. Gregg! Air. Gregg, make it your duty. 

Lieut. Pease — I am fat in the face only. 

Capt. Robinson — Column right about. 

Sergeant Freark — Right by ones. 

Sergeant Karst — Silent retreat. 

Corporal Fleming — I'm beat but I'll have to see you. 

Corporal Heller — Are you a friend of mine? Whoopee! 

Lieut. Smith — Always take a hot bath and a good rub-down after a long hike. 

Sergeant White — The point is this. 

Band Chief Laurier — Watch yourself. 

Lieut. Edmondson — You can't get on the boat if you have an extra shoe string. 

Sergeant Saxe — You've got five minutes to sweep out your aisles, make up 
your bunks, roll your packs and get out of here. 

Sughroe — Slip me some dope for the book. 

Bairn a — Gimme. 

Pewee Keller — Got a cigarette on yuh? 

Sergeant Lackus — Can you imagine that luck! 

Lieut. Collins— Surely they were only fooling when they tried to make a soldier 
out of me. 

Corporal Jackson— Why, you wouldn't be pastime for me. 

Tennessee— I'll tell you. 

Corporal Kuntz — Have you got one of these, John? 

Capt. Allaben— Never sleep in the clothes you have worn during the day. 
Always sleep in clean pajamas. 

Hank Hanson— Watch your stuff, fellows! Here comes a company man! 


531 !? Field Artillery, f 



It's Strange But True 

Isn't it funny that we got as far as we did in the army with: 

Frenchie who was an electrician in civil life, as our cook. 

Lackus who used to milk cows, as our telephone sergeant. 

Hanisch who was a penitentiary guard, as our drummer. 

Turnmeyer who was a cook in a night lunch, as a radio corporal. 

Kunz who was a bartender, as our telephone corporal and financial adviser. 

Sweeney who was a gas merchant, as our supply sergeant. 

Powers who was a druggist, as our supply corporal. 

Graber who fed hogs and steers, as our mess sergeant. 

Wolters who used to hack out tombstones, as a musician. 

Sam Key who stutters, as a verbal dispatch carrier. 

Weber who was an orator, as our carpenter. 

Mayer who speaks half and half, as our telephone operator. 




Captain Daniel Becker 
Commanding April 1918 to December 1918. 
Was bom in Pittsburg, Pa., January 24th, 1S7S. Educated in Pittsburg 
Engaged in business there several years. Entered Regular Army November 28 
1?°7- , Served m 1st, S th and 8th Regiments of Cavalry. Instructor at First 
Officers Training Camp,, at Ft. Sheridan, Illinois, May, 1917. Commissioned 
iMrst Lieutenant, from Second Lieutenant, August 15th, 1917, and assigned to 
331st F. A. Served as executive of Supply Company till April 1918 when he 
was placed in command. Later promoted to the rank of Captain. Served with 
the Company till December 1918, when he was detached and retained in France 
tor further service with other Regular Army officers. 

First Lieutenant Walter H. Radermacher 
Born March 16, 1888, at Cameron Junction, Wisconsin. Graduated from 
Barron High School, Barron, Wisconsin, in 1906. Graduated University of 
Minnesota Law School 1910. Played three years on Minnesota Football Team. 
All Western end in 1909. Started law practice at Gilbert, Minnesota, in 1910. 
Entered the 2nd Officer's Training Camp at Ft. Snelling, Minnesota, November 
27, 1917. Was commissioned First Lieutenant F. A., and transferred to Camp 
Grant, Illinois. In December, 1917, was attached to 331st F. A., and Headquarters 
Company. January, 1918, was transferred to Battery F. Assigned to Supply 
Company October 12th K;iX. December 1918, after transfer of Captain Becker, 
was placed in command of Supply Company 331st F. A., which unit he served 
with till demobilization. 

331!! Field Artillery, 


2nd Lieut. John I. Pearce 

Was born at Chicago, Illinois, 
June 5th, 1893. Attended Chicago 
Public Grammar and High Schools 
until 1907. Graduated from Lawrence- 
ville, N. J Preparatory School, 1909. 
Graduated from Yale University, 1912. 
Graduated from Northwestern Law 
School, Chicago, in 1 9 1 5 . Spent some 
five years during school and college 
days as newspaper reporter and adver- 
tising salesman. Admitted to Illinois 
Bar in 1915 and entered the law offices 
of Winston, Payne, Strawn and Shaw 
at Chicago. Entered First Officer's 
Training Camp, Ft. Sheridan, Illinois, 
May, 191 7. Commissioned 2nd Lieu- 
tenant F. A. August 15th, 1917. As- 
signed to 331st F. A., Camp Grant, 
August 28th, 1917. Served with Head- 
quarters Company till April 1918. 
Assigned to Supply Company, April 
1918. Detached from 331st in France 
December nth, 1918 and transferred 
to Renting, Requisitions and Claims 
Service at Tours. Served as Claims 
Agent and Town Major at Tours, 

Montaigu and Vertou, France till 
July 19th, 1919. Came back to U. S. 
July 19th, in Command of Casual Co., 
2109. Discharged at Camp Grant, 
August 31st, 1919. 

2nd Lieut. Frank W. Ramey 

Was born at Indianapolis, Indiana, 
September 6th, 1893. Graduated from 
Champaign, Illinois, High School. 
Later Graduated from University of 
Illinois, in Architectural Engineering. 
Attended First Officer'sTrainingCamp 
Ft. Sheridan, Illinois, May to August 
1917. Commissioned Second Lieu- 
tenant F. A., August 15th, 191 7. Ord- 
ered to Camp Grant, and assigned to 
331st F. A. August 29th, 1917. Served 
with Headquarters Company'. In Oct- 
ober 191 8 was assigned to Supply- 
Company with which unit he served 
until the demobilization in February, 


\ 551 1 1 Field Artillery 

Roster of Supply Company 

Regt'l Supply Sgts. 
Edward D. Mishelow 
Fred C. Pieper 

First Sergeant 
Howard Flack 

Mess Sergeant 
Hugh M. Hilliker 

Supply Sergeant 
Alvin E. Duggan 

Joseph H Cockroft 
John W. Daly 
Walter W. C. Hetebrueg 
Mathias F. Schaaf 
Paul M. Vantassel 
Alvin N. Kehrmeyer 

Cornelius D. Holland 
Deen C. Nelson 

Stable Sergeant 
Albert W. Timm 

Roy Seward 
Philip J. Gazecki 

Arthur L. Arndorfer 
Alvin A. Larsen 
Charles R. Rickleff 
Harry W. Schutz 


Charles Dahl 
Ernest Kosack 
John G. Kolberg 

Fred W. Heller 
Joseph L. Mezera 
Charles F. Sanger 

Edwin W. Bartelt 
Henry P. Blank 
Edwin Boerst 
Ewald Burmester 
Theodore G. Buschke 
Charles H.Cramblett 
Edward Dhaenens 
Leonard Eckstien 
Edward W. Eichorst 
Benjamin W. Elsing 
Forrest A. Fish 
Edward F. Foht 
James Gorman 
Theodore E. Gubine 
George F. Hinz 
John Hommerding 
Otto H. Konrad 
Edwin Kuhlman 
Daniel J. Leary 
Frank Linley 

SUPPLY COMPANY — Page 4-4 3 

Top Row — Negus, Owens, Humphreys, Nurnberg, Rockoff, Schwartz, Blank. 
Second Row — Boerst, Eckstein, Eckberg, Gubine, Heller, Kelley, Hinz. 
Third Row— Niles, Milbroht, Mahal, Hummerding, Rkkleff, Schutz. 


* *"« fcs!»?"** *• ait **» 

Top Row — Siedschlag, Schmidt, Rogers, Trachsler, Rhode A., Rich 
Second Ron — Ramey, Radermacher, Reynolds, Marx, Martineau, 
Third Row— Pieper, Timm, Duggan, Arndorfer, Larson, Kolberg. 

Muller, Learv, Lo 

Top Row— Zinke, Stebbins, Tucker, Vantassel, Swanson, Singleton, Wagner, Selbach, Voss. 
Second Row— Gorman, Pearson, Johnson, Burmester, Reckner, Holland, Schleif, Pollman. 
Third Row— Gazecki, Barland, Bennewate, Hilliker, Seward, Mishelow, Flack. 

Top Row— Mezera, Rege!, Roggenbauer, Rake, Ludwig, Foht, Morgan. 
Second Row-Conrad, Hetebrueg, Daly, Tobolsk!, Linley, Kuhlman, Makelr 
Third Sow— Buschke, Cockroft, Elsing, Kosack, Briggs, Tourville. 

5311' Field Artillery, 

John P. Mahal 
Taavetti Makela 
Edward J. Martineau 
William A. Milbrot 
Everett E. Monroe 
Raymond Morgan 
MurlA. Muller 
Wesley Negus 
Arthur E. Niles 
William F. Owens 
Arthur C. Patterson 
Carl J. E. Pearson 
Adam F. Pollman 
Stanislas Rake 
Edward W. Raymond 
John K. Regel 
Clair W. Reynolds 
Sidney Rhodes 
Stanley J. Rogers 
Math Roggenbauer 
August Rhode 
Paul G. Schleif 
George M. Schmidt 
Emil A. Siedschlag 
Stanley R. Singleton 
Harvey H. Stebbins 

Edwin J. Swanton 
Alfred Tourville 
Joseph Tobolski 
Verne W. Trachsler 
Warren E. Tucker 
Murel L. Tyler 
Alvin H. Wagner 
Carl A. H. Zinke 

Privates ist Class 
Carl B. Eckberg 
Ben M. Hodgson 
Henry Johnson 
Earl E. Kelley 
Vernon J. Kenney 
Harry C. Reckner 
Hubert H. Selbach 
Arthur L. Voss 
Alvin H. Wagner 

Wilbur G. Blackbird 
Julius Gums 
Oscar G. Losey 
Edward A. Ludwig 
Lawrence J. Marx 
Martin H. Richardson 



5511' Field Artillery^ 

Ordnance Detachment 

Ordnance Sergeant 
( )scar R. Bennewate 

Sergeant of Ordnance 
Thomas H. Barland 

Oliver W. Heinze 
Arthur L. Woolstone 

Privates ist Class 
Carl T. Humphrey 
Albert E. Nurnberg 


Emil G. Liebenthal 
Edmund L. Rieser 
Alfons M. Rochow 
Jesse A. Rhode 
Frank L. Schwartz 


History of Supply Company 

The Supply Company, 331st Field Artillery, was organized at Camp Grant 
in the early part of September, 191 7, with Captain Harry F. Webster in command 
and 1st Lieutenant Becker for duty with the Company. A short time later, two 
regular army men assigned to the regiment were transferred to Supply Company. 
With these two, (Sergeant Flack and Clarence Briggs) as the entire enlisted per- 
sonnel, the Supply Company sprang into its feverish existence. The said enlisted 
personnel spent many hectic days, wherein their duties ranged all the way from 
drawing and issuing clothing to drilling recruits and filling out the morning report 
for themselves. 

On October 29th, 191 7, one hundred and three men were transferred from the 
batteries to make up the original complement of the Supply Company. 

It was not long thereafter that the strenuous real work started. Details worked 
day in and day out at the Remount Depot, drawing mules and horses for the 
entire regiment. As a matter of fact the mules did considerably more "drawing" 
than the men. The famous duel of old "Dynamite" with Lieutenant Becker 
is a matter of history in the Company. Once captured and led none too willingly 
to the stables, "Dynamite" continued his rampages to the sorrow of "Bill" 
Dhaenens. One day "Bill" was detailed to groom mules. He got along fairly 
well until he tackled "Dynamite." "Dynamite" did not seem to feel the need 
of being combed and curried. So he let fly with his rear action. Dhaenens was 
rushed to the hospital and marked quarters for a week, during which time only 
his eyes and nose could be discerned. But he pulled through and is now as lively 
as ever, though he has a wholesome respect for "Dynamite." 

The winter months passed quickly. Passes were granted each week end and 
life was cheery and bright. Of course we pass over the time or two when the 
camp was entirely snowed up and the food and coal threatened to give out. 

In the month of April, 1918, Captain Webster left for the school at Ft. Sill 
and upon his return was transferred as Adjutant of the First Battalion. First 
Lieutenant Daniel Becker (our present Captain Becker) assumed command, and 
Second Lieutenant John Irving Pearce was transferred from Headquarters Company 
to duty with Supply. 

About this time rumors were heard that the Regiment was scheduled to go to 
Sparta for Artillery Firing Practice. 

Then came the famous "Sparta Hike" wherein the faithful Supply Company 
did its full share. Over hill and dale they hit the dusty trail from morn till night. 
Before the battery cooks were awake in the cold grey dawn, the Supply Company 
was on deck and out at the picket line, ready to groom, water and feed. By 
the time the luxurious batteries were sitting down to a nice hot breakfast, the 
mules were all hitched and the wagons 
ready and waiting to load up the 
field kitchens and other impedimenta 
of the batteries, as well as the Colonel's 
tent and the band wagon. 

Then came the daily grind and the 
long hours of hard board wagon seats 
and sweating mules. Once in sight of 
the evening camp, there was a hurry 
call for water carts and a mad scramble 
to feed four inch intake pipes with one 
inch streams from rickety farm pumps. 
Then the wagons to be spotted and 
kitchens and rations unloaded, and 
angry mess sergeants and madder 
cooks yelling for their water. "Dow: 



551 S J Field Artillery,/^ 

Wagoner F. M. Schmitz 

Alter the batteries were all set, the tired wagoners 
were privileged to unhitch in their corner of the camp 
site and to chaperone their mules a mile or so to a 
watering place all nicely bogged up by the batteries 
already watered. As a matter of fact, the men usually 
got more water than the stock. But at any rate the 
Supply Company warriors were always a happy lot 
and always got their chow by eight or nine o'clock 
at night and didn't have anything to do till nearly 
five in the morning. 

fl| To make a long story short, the Company acquitted 

itself most creditably despite a series of hills and sandy 
roads and mud and cyclones which even went so far 
as to blow a wagon over the fence during the well 
known night at Poynette. The caravan finally wended 
its way to Tomah and with screaming brake blocks, 
made the last tortuous descent into the sandy desert 
of Sparta. It is to be noted that this last lap of the 
journey consumed a whole day, considerably more time than later trips to Tomah, 
made on sundry occasions by Mess Sergeant Hilliker and Regimental Supply 
Sergeant Pieper and other members of the Midnight Crew, who used to go up on 
the ten-thirty and come back at two. 

From Sparta, came the jump east to Mills, the feverish days and nights getting 
together and issuing the last overseas equipment. The frantic voyage across 
the bounding Atlantic. The arrival in England, the passage to France, the jaunt 
to Camp Hunt in the well remembered "Chevaux 8; Hommes 40." The happy 
days at Hunt, where the mule skinners had no mules to skin, and so in sheer 
desperation took upon themselves the humble but necessary duties of the long- 
eared brethen, which is to state that they were often to be seen lustily hauling 
about the sky blue Ration wagons and "Camions de Pare." 

One tragic event occurred while the Company was at Camp Hunt. It was 
the receipt of the news of the death of Wagoner Frank M. Schmitz. Schmitz 
had been taken ill with the Influenza on shipboard and was left behind at American 
Military Red Cross Hospital Number Four, at Liverpool, England. Word came 
from the medical authorities that Schmitz had given up his life on October 5th, 
191 8 — the only member of the Company who made the supreme sacrifice. 

About this time there was a general shift of officers in the regiment with the 
result that First Lieutenant Walter H. Radermacher and Second Lieutenant Frank 
W. Ramey were assigned to the Supply Company while Second Lieutenant Baldwin 
was attached to the Company. Baldwin was recently commissioned at that time 
having seen service with an engineer outfit at the front. 

The life at Camp Hunt continued placid, and the monotony of the daily routine 
was broken by an occasional trip to the movies at LaTeste, or a week end jaunt 
to Arcachon. ' There of a Sunday evening could be found the handsome members 
of the Supply Company in their best attire, making brave, if futile, attempts to 
"parley vous"with the fair daughters of the French citizenry, who congregated 
on the sandy expanse of the seaside, and promenaded up and down the stone pier 
to the strains of the Artillery Band. Many will be the happy memories of those 
quiet— or n ot so quiet— outings, punctuated with an occasional visit to a cabaret 
where the vin blinc, and vin rouge were served to thirsty soldiers by some fair 
and jolly bar-maid. All of which furnished a pleasant relief from the dead monotony 
of the fig and souvenir merchants who infested the well known "Western Front. 


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All will remember the day when the gas masks and tin hats (Made by Henry 
Ford) were passed out. But alas, never to be used. Then came the Armistice 
and the rush to clear for home. The weeks of waiting. About this time Captain 
Becker and Lieutenant Pearce were detached from the regiment for further 
service in France, and Lieutenant Radermacher assumed command of the Company. 
Then came the final orders to move, and the homeward journey via Souges, Bord- 
eaux, -Marseilles, Gibraltar, New Nork and Camp Grant. 

A further formal account by the Editor, of the history of the Company can 
furnish no information of great value to the alumni of the Supply Company. 
It is far better to see the life in the Company through the eyes of one who lived 
it. In lieu, therefore, of any further comment we take the liberty of inserting the 
story of the personal experiences of one who has been a "mule skinner" and a 
"buck" with the old outfit. 

'On You Mademoiselle! 

l g e 450 — SUPPLY COMPANY 

551 S J Field Artillery, 

My Memories of the Supply Company 

By Private First Class. Vernon J. Kenney 

There came one day into the sand swept planes of Camp Grant, a timid rookie. 
Though still clad in his oldest "cits," he was already feeling the touch of the 
Army's long arm. For no sooner had the batch of recruits tumbled off their cramp- 
ed quarters on the train which brought them from their loved ones at home to 
the bleak and forbidding camp, than the harsh command "Fall in" was given. 
So, picking up their bags, they fell into column after a fashion and were piloted 
by a gruff regular army sergeant to the barracks of the old 331st, at Seventh 
Street and South Service street. 

Our rookie hiked along with the rest past what seemed miles of stables, with 
which he was later to become all too well acquainted, and ended up at one of the 
battery buildings. Here they gave him a nice steel cot to lie on. There were 
no straw ticks, so when he awoke the next morning, to the unfamiliar raucous 
notes of the bugle, he was well nigh ruined. His back was broken in a dozen 
places and he had a fine checker-board design neatly worked in his skin. All 
of which resulted from the soft side of the said steel springs. The Kaiser surely 
would have heard some language if he had been around that morning. 

After roll call, he lined up with the others for fatigue, though it occurred to 
him as an inhuman thing to make a man go to work before he even had his break- 
fast. And anyway, how could he help to swat the Kaiser by picking up cigarette 
butts and stray papers. 

Then it was "fall in" again, and still no breakfast. The first thing he heard 
was the lieutenant holler "You look like a church standing out there. " He 
looked around quickly and found the battery had been given "right dress," and 
he was nowhere near' the line. The "top" gave "count off," "squads left," 
and away they went to the stables. Said the " rookie ' ' to himself, ' l Here's where 
I get mine." He had never before been any nearer to a horse than the rear side 
of a dashboard, but he was game and willing to take a chance. So into the stalls 
he went and did the "groom by detail." The Officer in charge was explaining 
how to go at it and about the different parts of the horse. It was all Chinese 
to the raw recruit. He sidled up to his designated equine prey to get his first 
lesson under the eagle eyed supervision of a leathery old Corporal. 

Of course the horse was one of the nice tame ones, the kind the halter doesn't 
hold well, and he got his first lesson as he came more or less flying out on the ground 
with the help of that gentle steed. Just at this point the "Top" came along 
and called the would be soldier to the Battery Orderly room. "Well, recruit," 
says he, "vou seem to be real handy with the horses. What did you do before 
you were 'in the army?" "I was a certified public accountant" replied the 
"rookie." "Well," says the "topper," "they need mule skinners in the Supply 
Company, so we are going to send you over there. 

Transfer was duly made. It was 
noon-time so the new made soldier 
grabbed all his belongings and struck 
out double time for his new home. 

Never will he forget that first meal 
in the company. He came in and was 
shown to his place at table by the well- 
known Mess Sergeant Hilliker. He 
sat down and everything on the table 
went right by him without stopping. 
So that when he finally got up he had 
managed to spear at least two 
spuds for dinner. Then and there he 
realized that the only way to get any- 

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thing to eat was to get it before the 
next man. 

After chow he was introduced to 
a scrub pail and a broom and got his 
first lesson in scrubbing. He had to 
scrub the barracks under the eagle 
eye of "Sergeant" Boerst, who had 
charge of the work. Then came drills 
which pleased the recruit very much 
indeed. He was given a rusty old 
rifle by the Supply Sergeant, one 
Alvin £. Duggan, who presided over 
the hole in the wall under the stair- 
UT „ „ way. And out he went to do the 

Indoor Sports manud of arm - g Deen Nehon ^ who 

was next to him, was equally expert in handling the rifle, so the first thing he 
knew when the Sergeant gave "right shoulder arms," our recruit got a crack 
on the side of his head which all but sent him to sick call. Everything seemed 
to be going from bad to worse. And he heard much talk that night of the well 
known Supply Company mules. He began right then and there praying that he 
would be sent back to the Battery, "because," thought he, " if a nice gentle 
horse would act like my friend of this morning, what would a long-eared mule 
be likely to do. " 

After some weeks of strenuous work and conscientious attention to duty the 
recruit began to feel himself at last a real soldier, and eventually was promoted 
to the distinguished position of a First Class Private. He was given the honor- 
able position of hauling rations, which was not so bad as it required a less intimate 
association with the braying beasts. And so it went through day after day of 
work and toil from Grant to Sparta. 

Finally came the day of gang plank drill, in which the Company took a great 
interest. All were lined up. Captain Becker stood at the head of the line and 
each man was to holler out his name on passing by in single file. One consistent 
bone-head (we'll not mention his last name) did not know what was going on 
and thought any name would do, so he called out "Jack Robinson," whereupon 
Captain Becker, running true to form, exploded all over the lot. Nuff said. 

Then came the Sunday before leaving for France. The boys all had their 
folks and girls out to bid them good-bye. In the midst of the family gatherings 
came a hurry call to fall out for gang plank drill. That made the boys mad and 
they swore mightily. But to no avail, for afterwards they were treated to the 
gas mask drill and spent the rest of the day in packing up and unpacking their 
kits. This was the bitterest taste of a soldier's life, but all the men took it like 
good soldiers. That was the last Sunday at Camp Robinson. 

The best thing the Company could do at this time was squad manoeuvres. 
There was one squad which our First Class Private admired greatly. In fact 
ie threatened to put it on the stage. There was Linley in charge of the squad, 
with Boerst, Schwartz, Liebenthal, Sidney Rhodes, Regal, Gums and Marx. But 
this is drifting from the point. Finally came the start of the trip to France. From 
Sparta the route lay to Chicago and thence to Camp Mills via the well known 
Lehigh Valley. This line is not traveled by Phoebe Snow and although the Com- 
pany traveled in alleged Pullman sleepers, they looked more like a bunch of coal 
heavers the first morning they rolled out of their bunks than like trim soldiers 
of Uncle Sam. However, at every station through the Valley they were given 
a royal reception and landed at Camp Mills, N. Y., at the usual hour of midnight. 
All troop movements, it seems, according to army regulations, must begin and 
end as near midnight as possible. The reason for this is to cause the greatest 
possible inconven ence to all hands. 

Two or three days on the Long Island flats and the Company was embarked 


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on the good ship Lapland. Here our recruit learned to live without eating and 
acquired a heart-felt regard for his noble British allies. God save the King and 
God help any of the limies if he ever catches them alone again. He was too 
disgusted to think during the ten or twelve days of the crossing and the first thing 
he remembers was the arrival at Liverpool on a Sunday morning and the debarka- 
tion that afternoon. Scarcely had he set foot on British soil when he was greeted 
by a reception committee of small boys all crying "Have you any cents, Sam," 
and he promptly disgorged the contents of his pockets. Then a nice little hike 
of two hours to a rest camp. At camp he was assigned to a nice wooden bunk 
with no mattress and no springs and was invited to a royal banquet, consisting 
of corned willie stew. But this was not a typical English Rest camp and little 
did he realize the good food that he was eating. Thence from camp to camp 
he made a study of the situation and arrived at the conclusion that the reason 
the English call them rest camps is because they give the soldier an excellent 
opportunity to rest his stomach. 

Thence he embarked with thousands of others upon a steamer for a French 
port. This boat was of a type designed to carry four hundred passengers, but 
never left dock with less than two thousand. Many a time that night as he turned 
his other hip bone to the steel deck did he consign his Germanic Majesty to the 
nethermost region where Hell's fires burn their brightest. Now he was intro- 
duced to the French type of side door Pullman. He saw France in style. There 
were never more than forty men in a two by four box car and while going around 
a curve one of the cars jumped off the track and jumped back on again. He 
thought he was seeing things, but there are others who saw the same. This same 
box car was full of tricks." One morning he and his thirty-nine fellow prisoners 
woke up to find themselves all alone in the quiet country. This caused no great 
excitement, as the concensus of opinion in the jail was that the car had merely 
jumped the track and had been overlooked by the engineer. The verdict was 
correct and after an hour or two the train came back aff»r them. But the thing 
which will puzzle our soldier to his dying day is how that car got out of the middle 
of the train and let the tail end go by and then got back on the track again behind 
the other cars. 

After three days and three nights the train arrived at La Teste and backed 
two or three times up and down the logging line to Camp Hunt at Le Courneau. 
Then the train roosted on the siding all night and finally next morning pulled 
into camp, where the boys unloaded. This was a record trip. Total distance 
covered being nearly 275 miles and the running time well under 75 hours. 

Once at camp, life was not so bad. At least there was enough to eat^ even 
if no variety. So the regiment went into their last training to get the Kaiser. 
Training was nearlv up when the Armistice was signed. So after all, our hern 
did not take out his grouches on the Germans. Along toward the end of November 
he was told to get ready to go back 
home and joined in the general hilarity 
with which the news was greeted 
by the boys. After a month of wait- 
ing he packed up and moved with 
the Company to Camp de Souges. 
Thence to a Camp at Bordeaux; and 
here he was initiated into all trades 
of the army. He started out one 
night and learned to bake bread; the 
next day he built sidewalks; the 
next day he shovelled gravel and he 
finally ended up as a hash slinger in 
the officer's mess: but all that is 
now forgotten. He is homeward 
bound. The macaroni on the ship "Horselej 




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is great and he will be back in the U. S. A. in a week. He and the boys are talking 
about what they are going to do when they get back home. They have done 
their bit. They are good soldiers. The experience was great and out of it will 
come a greater future tor all the boys of the Supply Company. 







'Duca D'Aosta" Crossing Atlantic 
in Sixteen Days 




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Buck Pvt. addressing himself to the Top Sgt. Flack: 

I gif to you a violet 

In token dot I'm glad we met, 

And I hope that after this war 

We may already yet once more again even get. 

Heinze entering mess hall at 8 a. m. for breakfast. Speaking to Lt. Mitchell 
thinking it was Woolstone, 

"Say Guy, what the hell are you doing here eating breakfast this time of 
the day." 

Humphrey, "It would be all right if the bed bugs would lift their feet but 
they drag them all over your face." 

Bennewate, distributing three packages of issue cigarettes, 

"There's one for me, one for Woolstone, and then there is one left over.' 

Supply Sgt. Duggan, hearing rumors at Embarkation Camp about leaving 
for the States. " Attinshun Min! Everybody turn in their rubber boots immedia- 
tely. That don't mean at three o'clock or after supper, but right away. ' ' 

Ten minutes later, he hears that this was a false rumor. "Attinshun again 
Min. We have orders to go on detail, so everybody draw rubber boots." 


551!! Field Artillery, 

Buck Private asking a sensible question: " Sa-s-say, S-Sgt, w-w-what d-d-do 
you-u e-e-ex-p-pect t-t-to d-d-do w-w-when you-u-u are ou-ou-out o-o-o-of th-the 

Sgt. Timm: "A very sensible question Sid. If it is in my power to do so, I 
will try and round up the 1200 mules that I once had charge of, and start a busi- 
ness of my own." 


"Halt Who's there?" "Three Privates from Battery 'B' 331st F. A." 

"Pass on, privates from Battery 'B'." 

A few minutes later. 

"Halt! Who's there?" "Two privates from Battery 'D,' 331st F. A." 

"Pass on, privates from Battery 'D'." 

Ten minutes later: 

"Halt! Who's there?" "NONE OF YOUR DAMNED BUSINESS.' 

"Pass on, Supply Company." 

Tyler entering kitchen during presence of Lieuts. " Rady " and "Baldy" 
whose presence was at first unknown to him, "Rest, men. Rest!" 

Heinze, striking at Humphrey. 
Humphrey: ' ' I'll tell Timm on you. 

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1. A casual who has not been paid for eight months. 

2. Tobolski on detail. 

3. McAvoy out of the Guard House. 

4. Officer going back to civilian life. 

5. An officer trying to give a correct salute. 

6. Soderberg at Le Mans. 

7. Capt. Becker smiling while on duty. 

8. The Sergeant who did not salute '"Spike" Hennessy. 

9. The conscientious objector who had no reason for staying at home. 

10. The buck private disobeying the orders of a Marine M. P. 

1 1 . Trying to get a square meal on the Lapland. 


Chow Call, the only call the gold bricker hears. 
An English Rest Camp, a place of bloody discomfort. 
Lapland, — A good ship with a bloody bloomin crew. 
\ . M. C. A. The gold brickers place of refuge. 


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1. To take charge of these spuds and all gravy in view. 

2. To watch my plate in a military manner, keeping always on the alert for 
an}' stray sausage that comes within sight. 

3. To report to the Mess Sergeant any bread sliced too thin. 

4. To repeat all calls for seconds. 

5. To quit the table only when satisfied there is nothing left. 

6. To receive but not to pass on to the next man any meat, cabbage, or beans 
left by the non-coms, privates or cooks. 

7. To talk to no one who asks for onions. 

8. In case of fire in the mess hall to grab all eats left by others in their escape. 

9. In any case not covered by instructions to call the Company Clerk. 

10. To allow no one to steal anything in the line of grub. 

11. To salute all chicken, pork chops, beef steak, ham and eggs, and liver. 

12. To be especially watchful during the time of eating and challenge anyone 
who gets one or more prunes than myself. 

Tyler leaving the Delouser with a shelter half full of clothing and equipment. 
A private from the side: "What are you going to do with all that junk." 
Tvler : ' ' Look at all the cognac I can get for this. 



551 S J Field Artillery 


Papa Bennewate. 
Taintless Barland. 
Dauntless Heinze. 
Prudent Woolstone. 
Industrious Nurnberg. 
Useless Humphrey. 
Dovetail Liebenthal. 
Serious Reser. 
Noble Kate Rohde. 
Prof. Rochow. 
Dragon Schwartz. 

MOTTO — Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. 


531 S J Field Artillery/ 

Medical Detachment 

Major Carl C. Vogel, M. C. 
Capt. Gerald R. Allaben, M. C. Capt. David C. Farquhar, M. C. 

Nicoll, David S. 


Hummel, Carl 

Panter, Edward H. 

Gronert, George M. 
Secor, Flovd F. 

Murley, Fred B. 
Vensel, Stephen 

Oehlers, Albert H. 
Wernz, Leo 

Chambers, Frank E. 
Arling, Arvid C. 
Bornhoeft, Paul J. 
Letsinger, William R. 

Davis, James B. 
Holzmann, John 
Kuniansky, Louis 
Largent. Howard 
Stevlingson, Orlando D. 

Gray, Francis R. 
Blohm, Arthur 
Kutulis, Kazimer 
Pike, Freeman L. 

Dental Detachment 

Stanley B. La Due, ist Lieut. D. C. 
Harvey L. Maness, ist Lieut. D. C. 
Fadden, Leslie M. 
Towne, Wesley 

Veterinary Detachment 

Charles E. Crowe, ist Lieut. V. C. 
Robert G. Moore, ist Lieut. V. C. 

Coulthard, Lloyd T. 
Russell, Arthur B. 

Gilman, Carl C. 
Brown, Sidney J. 

O'Connors, Louis P. 
Krecklow, Otto M. 



5311' Field Artillery, 

Major Carl C. Vogel, M. C. 

Born in Wilton, Wis. Graduated from Northwestern University, 1903. Com- 
missioned First Lieutenant, MRC, March 17, 1917. Promoted to Captain Augusl 
6, 1917. Promoted to Major February 23, 1918. Assigned 331st Field Artillery 
September 5, 191 7. Commanding Officer of Medical Detachment since that date. 
Home address, Elroy, Wisconsin. 


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Captain Gerald R. Allaben, M. C. 

Born in Rockford, Illinois, July 9, 
1889. Graduated University of Wis- 
consin 191 1. M. D. Rush Medical 
College, 1 9 1 3 . Commissioned First 
Lieutenant, MRC, June 8, 1917. 
Promoted to Captain, March 19, 1918. 
Assigned to 331st F. A. July 17, 1918. 

Captain David C. Farquhar, M. C. 

Born in Washington County, Pa., 
Feb. 3, 1882. Graduated University 
of Illinois, 1905. Commissioned First 
Lieutenant, MRC, June 20, 1917. 
Promoted to Captain, July 6, 1918. 
Assigned to 331st F. A. September q, 



551 1 1 Field Artillery, 

Regimental Directory 


A to F inclusive indicates the 

Battery of which the man was a member. 

H — Headquarters Company. 

S — Supply Company. 

— Ordnance Detachment. 

R — Regimental or Battalion 


M— Medical or Dental Detac 


V — Veterinary Detachment 

t — Transferred 

d — Discharged. 

A — Deceased. 

u — Address unknown. 

Abendroth, Allen E. 

A Markesan, Wis. 

Ablieter, Arthur H. 

H Boscobel, Wis. 

Abraham, Lincoln 

H A Bloomington, Wis. 

Abrons, William R. 

M t 1227— 17th Ave., Rockford. 111. 

Adam, A. A. 

B t u 

Adams, Geoffrfy W. 

F t Wheaton, 111. 

Adams, Henry C. 

E Highland. Wis. 

Adams, Howard C. 

E Muscoda, Wis. 

Adams, John S. 

H Eureka, Utah. 

Addison, Burnell 

F t Lancaster, Wis. 

Adler, Joseph 

H t Chicago, 111. 

Aeschelman. Ai.bfrt 

F Roanoke, 111. 

Aicher, Bertrand 

B R. F. D. 1 Box 4 A, Randall, Minn. 

Aiken, Warren 

H t Onalaska, Wis. 

Albrecht, A. J. 

B d u 

Alexander, Harry A. 

B t Tomah, Wis. 

Alexander, Ora L. 

E Soldiers Grove, Wis. 

Allaben, Gerald R. 

M Rockford, 111. 

Allen, Calvin D. 

R t 701 W. Lake St., Chicago, 111. 

Allen, Leon B. 

B t Kenilworth, 111. 

Allen, Leroy G. 

A Neillsville, Wis. 

Allen, Waldo M. 

I''. 701 W. Lake St., Chicago, 111. 

Allton, Robert A. 

H t q Beard St., Nashua, N. H. 

Alt, Andrew 

D Plain, Wis. 

Altenhofen, John N. 

B R. F. D. 4— Pierz, Minn. 

Alwin, Ora C. 

D New Ulm, Minn. 

Amacher, Fred 

D Arena, Wis. 

Amacher, Peter G. 

H Winsdor, Wis. 

Amara, Paul 

D t u 

Ames, Edward B. 

F t Potosi. Wis. 

Amundson, Randolph A. 

F Blanchardville. Wis. 

Amundson, Alfred C. 

F Fleming, Minn. 

Amundson, Clarence 

D Holmen. Wis. 


C t u 


C t u 

Anderson, Alfred C. 

F t u 

Anderson, Andrew 

D t u 

Anderson, Carl G A. 

H t Highland, 111. 

Anderson, Charles 0. 

B 642 Buchanan St., Minneapolis, Minn. 


N^ ^ -'-'A- J-'A 

L4. Jf-VL Uiitl y f 

(< a 


Anderson, Clare L. 


Soldiers Grove, Wis. 

^— ^ 

Anderson, Clarence 

H t 

Wautoma, Wis. 

Anderson, Clarence G. 

D t 

Mi. Morris, Wis. 

Anderson, Daniel R. 


Elk Mound. Wis. 

Anderson, Edwin C. 


Wheaton, Minn. 


Anderson, Eskil A. 


Monterrey, Minn. 


Anderson, George E. 

D t 

Strongs Prairie, Wis. 

Anderson, George N. 

D t 



Anderson, Gustaf F. 


1454 Winona Ave., Chicago. 111. 

Anderson, Henry C. 


Hamilton, Wis. 


Anderson, John C. 


1240 W. 59th St., Chicago. 111. 

Anderson, John 0. 


R. F. D.'i, Big Lake, Minn. 

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Anderson, Julius J. 


Bradford, 111. 

Anderson, Nels 

E A 

Norde Falkum, Skien, Norway. 


Anderson, Norman- 

A t 


Anderson, Orville J. 


Mineral Point, Wis. 


Anderson, Oscar C. 


1 1 19 Second Ave., Eau Claire, Wis 

\\ J 

Anderson. Oscar E. 


217 Banks Ave., Superior, Wis. 


Anderson, Rudolph J. 

F t 



Anderson. Wa ldemar M. 


Kerhoven, Minn. 

Andorf, John W. 


Hillsdale, 111. 


Andre feski, Thomas 


Brother St., Kaukauna, Wis. 


Angelucci, Lucien 


S419 Locust St., Philadelphia. Pa. 

, / 

Anton, P. R. 

B t 



Antonopoulis, Charles A. 

B t 




C t 


Apostolopulas, Peter A. 

A t 

Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Arling, Arvid C. 


1008— 6th St., Rockford, 111. 

Arndorfer, Arthur L. 


127 E. South St., Beaver Dam, W 


Arquilla, Luigi 

D t 



C t 



C t 


Attleson, Carnot E. 

D t 

Strongs Prairie, Wis. 

Aurell, Charles F. 

D t 


Aurell, William L. 

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Austin, Fred L. 


515 Hill St., Rockford. 111. 

Aweda, Alley 

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Axcelson. August 

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Backman, John 


611 S. 14th St., Rockford, 111. 

Baccn, George C. 


R 1 — Kingston, 111. 

Baebler, William 


Dayton, Wis. 

Baggot, Valentine 

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Kilbourn, Wis. 

Bahr, Emil 0. P. 


16 E. nth St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Bahrke, William A. 


Red Granite, Wis. 

Bailey, Frank 

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Baima, Domintck B. 


315 Third St., LaSalle, 111. _ 

Baird. Wayne A. 


140 S. Belmont Ave., Wichita, Ka 


Baker, Chester A. 


Hancock, Wis. 

Baker, John M. 
Bakken, Henry H. 


426 Glencoe Ave., Highland Park, 


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Mt. Horeb, Wis. 

Baldwin, Cloyd S. 


Prairie City, la. 

Baldwin, Lec 

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Baldwin, Liston G. 
Balsley, David R. 

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LaCrosse, \\ is. 
Richland Center, Wis. 


Banfield, Melvin T. 

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Cuba City, Wis. 

Banker, Lee A. 

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Richland Center, Wis. 

Banta, George V. 
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Bare, Leslie T. 
Barlane, Thomas G. 
Barler, Richard O. 
Barlow, Spencer W. 
Barnes, Charley W. 
Barnes, Harrison C. 
Harnett, Clarence P. 
Barnhart, J. W. 
Barr, George E. 
Barrette, Joseph 
Bartels, Henry W. 
Bartels, Oliver R. 
Bartelt, Edwin W. 
Bassette, Albert 
Bates, Gay 
Bauer, Carl H. 
Baumann, Arthur W. 
Baumler, Chas. V. 
Baur, John R. 
Baushon, H. A. 
Bashour, Sam M. 
Baxter, Albert R. 
Baxter, Rodney R. 
Bay, William 
Bean, Fred 
Beaver, Elkanah 
Becht, Paul F. 
Becker, Daniel 
Becker, Elmer E. 
Becker, Ernest 
Beckett, George U. 
Becklund, Edware E. 
Bedford, George F. 
Beerling, Anthony 
Beesecker. Arthur L. 
Behn, William H. 
Beier, Frank 
Belant, Delton A. 
Bell, Galen F. 

Bellin, Otto E. 
Bellows, G. J. 
Bender, Russell T. 
Bendetti, Bennie 
Benford, John M. 
Benik, Larry W. 
Benisch, Edward 
Benisch, Edward G. 
Benisch, Harry H. 
Bennett, Byron W. 
Bennett, Charles 
Bennett, Glenn 
Bennett, Jacob E. 
Bennett, Lloyd E. 
Bennett, Oliver H. 
Bennewate, Oscar R. R. 

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10929 Tacoma Ave,, Cleveland, O. 

903 Altoona Ave., Eau Claire, Wis. 

657 Sheridan Rd., Chicago, 111. 

Watertown, Conn. 

R. R. 6, Chatfield, Minn. 

;oi S. 6th St., Grand Forks, N. D. 

Hartford, Wis. 

Boscobel, Wis. 

Aurora, 111. 

Boscobel, Wis. 

Boscobel, Wis. 

230 South St., 

Chippewa Fall: 

Bloomington, Wis. 

5337 Wavne Ave., Chicag 1, 

R. 1, Ald'en, 111. 

Potosi, Wis. 

R. 1 Box 10 Arkansaw, Wis 

eaver Dam, Wi 

Waupun, Wis. 

Brodhead, Wis. 

Brodhead, Wis. 

R. F. D 3, Dassel, Minn. 

Box 93, Cadott, Wis. 

R. }, Spring Green, Wis. 

R. R. 2, Coal Valley, 111. 

5637 Broad St., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Lancaster, Wis. 

Dodgeville, Wis. 

Box 81, Nemadji, Minn. 

1104-13111 Ave., Rock Island, 111. 

Litchfield, Minn. 

Aurora, 111. 

Reedsburg, Wis. 

612 Beaver St., Beaver Dam, Wis. 

105 Hendrick St., Merrill, Wis. 

Reedsburg, Wis. 

Fall River, Wis. 

718 W. Lexington Ave., Elkhart, Ind. 
2717 Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. 
64 Brayton Ave., Providence, R. I. 

Box 40, Taunton,' Minn. 

Bridgeport, Wis. 

Aurora, 111. 

Bridgeport, Wis. 

Richland Center, Wis. 

409 S. Third St., La Crosse, Wis. 

Dodgeville, Wis. 

Hazel Green, Wis. 

Altoona, Wis. 

R. F. D. 1, Cushing, Minn. 

21 1 1 Ezekiel St., Zion City, 111. 


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Bensley, Samuel A. 


Burnett, Wis. 



Benson, Soren A. 

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Chicago, 111. 


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Benzmiller, Harry B. 


Lodi, Wis. 

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Benzmiller, Ludwig M. 


Lodi, Wis. 

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Beranek, Yaro 


Albert Lea, Minn. 

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Berg, Lawrence L. 


385 Dotv St., Fond Du Lac, Wis 

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Berg, Roy M. 


Peever, S. D. 

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Berg, Thomas 


Wendell. Minn. 



Berglund, Isak P. 

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Bergquist, Arthur B. 


Shell Lake, Wis. 

Berkey, Claude E. 


1020 Hemlock St., Dixon, 111. 

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Berlik, Steve 

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Aurora, 111. 

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Bernas, Lawrence 


2413 W. Huron St., South Bend, Ind. 


Berthing, Joseph A. 

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Oxford, Wis. 


Bertram, Ray R. 


2349-1 ith Ave. S., Minneapolis, Minn. 


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Besaw, Clifford A. 


Park Falls, Wis. 


Betz, Bfrnard F. 


Prairie du Chien, Wis. 


Bever, George N. 

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Eau Claire. Wis. 

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Beyl, Herman F. 


Villard, Minn. 


Bianckini, Angelo 


Langley Ave., Pullman, 111. 


Bible, Orra N. 


Cazenovia, Wis. 


Biddick, Benjamin F. 


Montfort, Wis. 


Biegick, Joseph 

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Westfield, Wis. 



Biermann, George M. 


R. 1. Box 2, Currie, Minn. 


Bigger, Samuel E. 


Biggsville, 111. 

Bilkey, Clarence W. 


Dodgeville, Wis. 


Billett, Oscar 


6ic-i6th Ave. W., Ashland, Wis. 

Billings, John L. 


Cobb, Wis. 

Billings, Richard A. 

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Binns, Charles E. 

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New Diggins, Wis. 

Birschbach, George A. 

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Malone, Wis. 

Bishop, Carl 


McLean, 111. 

Blachgwski, Frank 


ic6i-7th Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. 

Blackbird, Wilbur G. 


North Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Blackmun, Bertrum C. 


Inverness, Fla. 

Blada, Chester H. 


R. R. 1, Browing, Wis. 

Blair, John F. 

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Ripon, Wis. 

Blakewell, Edward R. 

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Baraboo, Wis. 

Blakley, Bert 


Viola, Wis. 

Blank, Henry P. 


South Bvron, Wis. 

Blaszak, I. P. 

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Ramey, Morrell, Minn. 

Bleisnfr, Jess M. 

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Richland Center, Wis. 

Bliss, Earle F. 


89 County St., Attleboro, Mass. 

Bloedow, Edward W. 

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Blohm, Arthur E. 


390 Chestnut St., Neenah, Wis. 

Blom, Elmer N. 


R. 2, Fairchild, Wis. 

Blom, H. C. 

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Chicago, 111. 

Blossom, Thorpe J. 

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La Crosse, Wis. 

Bluemchen, William F. 


North Freedom, Wis. 

Boardman, James E. 


R. R. 2, Kewanee. 111. 

Bober, Louis E. 
Bockin, Walter F. 



Lone Rock, Wis. 

R. R. 15, Larson, Wis. 



Bodfcker, A. G. 

B t 

Chicago, 111. 

Boebel, Theodore H. 


Fennimore, Wis. 



Boelke, Carl A. 


399 S. Marr St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 





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Boers, Victor W. 

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Ripon, Wis. 


Boersch, E. 

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Chicago, 111. 

Boerst, Edwin 


Bonduel, Wis. 

Boetscher, Edward 0. 

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Chicago, 111. 

Boge, A. F. 

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Bogetka, Frank J. 


8267 Brandon Ave., So. Chicago, 111. 

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Bohan, Francis 


R. R. s, Fond du Lac, Wis. 


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Bohn, Chester 

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Reedsburg, Wis. 


Bollacker, Henry W. 


^ 1 3 1 S. Artesian Ave., Chicago, 111. 

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Bollerude, Orville A. 

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Hollandale, Wis. 




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Boi.livar, Everett A. 


R. F. D. 2, Box 9, Dixon, 111. 

Bongard, George J. 


R. R. 2. Grand Rapids, Wis. 


Bonney, James F. 


R. R. 1, Eastman, Wis. 

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Bontly, Otto 


Monticello, Wis. 


Bookhart, James A. 


Verndale, Minn. 



Bookwalter, Claude R. 


Melvin, 111. 

Boom, Edward W. 

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Oakfield, Wis. 

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Bornhoeft, Paul J. 


515 Oakwood Av., Hyland Park, 111. 


Borton, Fred 

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Woodstock, Wis. 

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Bosin, Armond L. 


Fox Lake, Wis. 


Bosley, Sam B. 

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Chicago, 111. 


Bostues, P. J. 

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Bourquin, Lee M. 


959-24th Ave. N. E., Minneapolis, Minn. 



Bouzek, Otto 

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Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

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Bowerman, John 


1827 N. Park Ave., Chicago, 111. 



Bowman. Melvin 

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Monticello, Wis. 

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Braatz, W. 

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Fox Lake, Wis. 


Bracht, George C. 


532 Bidwell St., St. Paul, Minn. 


Bradley, Clifford M. 


1014 S. Clarence Ave., Oak Park, 111. 


Brady, Edward J. 


New Richland, Minn. 

Braeutigam, Walter E. 

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Bragdon, Merritt C. 


1709 Chicago Ave., Evanston, 111. 

Braithwaite, David J. 

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Bloom City, Wis. 

Braithwaite, James H. 


Bloom City, Wis. 

Braje, Joseph Z. 


1843 May St., Chicago, 111. 

Branding, E. 

B t 

Chicago, 111. 

Brandt, Raymond F. 


R. R. 1, Arpin, Wis. 

Brantner, Adolph L. 

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Durand, Wis. 

Brauer, A. W. 

B t 

Chicago, 111. 

Braun, Martin P. 


Eden, Wis. , 

Braun, Phillip J. 


Neenah, Wis. 

Bready, John W. 

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Chicago. 111. 

Brechler, Harry A. 

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Boscobel, Wis. 

Breese, Lincoln W. 

A t 

McLean, 111. 

Bregman, E. A. 

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Bruenig, George N. 


Bloomer, Wis. 

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Bruenig, John G. 


Bloomer, Wis. 


Brewer, James B. 


R. R. 3, Richland Center, Wis. 


Brewer, Paul H. 


345 S. State St., Richland Center, Wis. 
Monticello, Wis. 
Tunnel City, Wis. 


Bridges, Daniel B. 
Briggs, Clarence 





Bright, L. A. 

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Chicago, 111. 


Brinkmann, Otto C. 


West Bend, Wis. 


Briski, Joseph 

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Broadway, Arthur 
Brockman, Arthur W. 
Brokish, John J. 
Brooks, Bryant J. 
Brooks, James W. Jr. 
Brossard, Matthew 
Broughton, Ermine C. 
Brovick, Eddie C. 
Brown, Chalmer E. 
Brown, Curtis L. 
Brown, Fred E. 
Brown, Julius A. 
Brown, Lloyd M. 
Brown, Nicholas 
Brown, Oscar L. 
Brown, Sidney J. 
Bruce. Adolph 
Bruckelmeyer, Charles A 

Bruenhofer, Charles C. 
Bruha, Albert R. 
Brundage, H. A. 
Brungart, Norman E. 
Bucher, Lewis J. 
Buchholtz, William G. 
Budden, Frank G. 
Buelow, George F. 
Buelow, Raymond W. 
Bullis, Roy E. 
Bunch, Russell 
Bundalo, Gavre 
Buol, Lawrence B. 
Burke, Leo E. 
Burns, Edward W. 
Burmester, Ewald 
Burgmeier, Joseph 
Butrlingame, Bert B. 
Burrows, William L. 
Burtsuklis. Nick 
Buser, Alfred 
Bushong, Clifford A. 
Bush, Fred E. 
Busjahn, Ernest 
Buschke, Theodore C. 
Buss, Gustav E. 
Busse, Emil 
Busse, Henry A. 
butenhoff, leo e. 
Butler, Warren 


Calus, H. 
Campbell, B. J. 
Campbell, George E. 
Campbell, Rumsey 
Canfield, Lee G. 
Cannon, Lesteg 

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212 N. Madison St., Waupun, Wis. 
Platteville, Wis. 
Dodgeville, Wis. 
190 Dartmouth St.. Rochester, X. Y. 
5-55 South 10th St., Burlington, la. 
Dodgeville, Wis. 
Richmond, Kv. 
Stoughton, Wis. 
407 W. Fourth St., Greenville, O. 

219 Maple Ave., Kewanee, 111. 
\rena. Wis. 

Hancock, Wis. 

R. R. 1, Tomah, Wis. 

1618 Oaks Ave., Superior, Wis. 

Thorntown, Ind. 

Barnevekl, Wis. 

Lydia, Kans. 

220 Washburn Ave.,N., Minneapolis, 

Beloit, Wis. 
Cazenovia, Wis. 
Chicago, 111. 
Wolfs Store, Pa. 
Franklin Grove, 111. 
Eitzen, Minn. 
Sinsinawa, Wis. 
Spring Green, Wis. 
Honey Creek, Wis. 

Appleton, Wis. 

Mavville, Wis. 

R. R. 2, Wabasha, Minn. 

616 Scott St., Wausau, Wis. 

4:51s Pleasant Ave., Minneapolis, Minn 

R. R. 4, Reedsburg, Wis. 

1 t, 14 Thirteenth Ave., St. Cloud. Minn. 

Montello, Wis. 

Cassville, Wis. 

412 Main St., La Crosse, Wis. 

323 Gain St., Davenport, la. 

International Falls, Minn. 

14 Royalston Ave., Minneapolis, Minn. 

Monroe, Wis. 

Coloma, Wis. 

Barksdale. Wis. 

401 Charles St., Reedsburg, Wis. 

Markesan, Wis. 

Oxford, Wis. 

17th Ave.. East Moline, 111. 

Waterloo, Wis. 

Lone Rock, Wis. 

40 E. Huron St., Chicago, 111. 

Sparta, Wis. 

R. R. 1. Panola, 111. 






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Capek, Anton 

D t New Rome, Wis. 


Carberry, Jacob 

D Richland Center, Wis. 

Carey, Leon A. 

D Marion, Wis. 


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Carlson, Axel R. 

F 297 Pennsylvania Ave., Aurora, 111. 


Carlson, Charley G. 

A 2414 Garfield St. N. E., Minneapolis, 



Carlson, Chris 0. 

E Spicer, Minn. 

Carlson, Fritz, 

B R. F. D. 1, Princeton, Minn. 

Carlson, Harold H. 

B t P. 0. Box 7, Cushing, Minn. 


Carlsson, J. 

B t Chicago, 111. 


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Carlton, Blaine D. 

B 617 Elk St., Stevens Point, Wis. 

Carr, Horace 

F 503 N. Jefferson St., Peoria, 111. 

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Ca rr, James J. 

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Carrell, Jesse M. 

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Carrier, Myron J. 

A Oakfield, Wis. 


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Cartwright, James H. 

H Oregon, 111. 

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F 1536 First Ave., St. Paul, Minn. 

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Castle, Chester C. 

D Aldrich, Minn. 


Cavanaugh, J. R. 

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Cecka, Rudolph C. 

E t Bridgeport, Wis. 


Cekliberk, M. 

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Chafaris, John M. 

A 156 W. Division St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 

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Chaffin, Ellis J. 

A R. 2, Carlock, 111. 

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Chambers, Frank E. 

M R. R. 9, Green Bay, Wis. 

Chandler, George A. 

F 165 Oakland Ave., Providence, R. I. 


Chapman, Leon H. 

D R. 5, Box 91, Cambridge, 111. 

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Chase, Arthur M. 

B Ramey, Minn. 

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Check, Peter A. 

E t R. R. 1, Box 63, Eastman, Wis. 

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Chelberg, Arthur R. 

H Hopkins, Minn. 

Chipman, John 

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Chielewski, John 

D t 1255 Forest Home, Milwaukee, Wis. 

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Christensen, Walter J. 

D Kilbourn, Wis. 

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Christenson, Martin 

H t Columbus, Wis. 

Christy, Irwin L. 

H Nauvoo, 111. 


Chrysler, Elmer A. 

B R. F. D. 2, Augusta, Wis. 

Chudzinski, Frank L. 

C 1924-481!! Court, Cicero, 111. 

Chunat, George 

E d Wauzeks, Wis. 

Chyska, James 

F R. R. 4, Prairie du Sac, Wis. 

Clark, Cyrille R. 

H 15506 Augusta St., Chicago, 111. 


Clark, Homer F. 

E Rewev, Wis. 

Clark, Lester L. 

F Bagley, Wis. 

Claus, Herman C. 

H 318 Tenth Ave., West Bend, Wis. 



Clayton, Ray D. 

C 700 Lake Ave., Waseca, Minn. 

Cleary, Hugh 

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Clemins, John 

A 214 W. Merrill St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Clickner, Louis 

D 726 Tower Ave., Superior, Wis. 

Clough, Frank 

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Cluckey, Paul J. 

F t So. St. Paul, Minn. 

Cobb, Charles 0. 

A Madelia, Minn. 

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Cockroft, Joseph H. 

S Richland Center, Wis. 

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Coggon, James E. 

E d Viola, Wis. 

Cohen, Oscar 

F t 1809 Fulton Ave., Apt. 105, New York 
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Coher, Vegnie H 

Cole, Melverne C. F t 

Coleman, Joseph A. D 

Colger, Samuel H 

Collins, Stephen W. H 

Collins, William L. A 

Colnon, Aaron B 

Colthard, Lloyd T. Ft 

Connolly, Joseph E. D 

Conrad, C t i 

Conrad, John W. F 

Cook, Bert A. F 

Coon, Warren D t 

Coonrad, Lester R. Ft 

Copas, Clyde W. E t 

Copley, Howard R. A 

Coplin, Harry M. H 

Copsey, Bernard A. E 

Copus, Charles A. E t 

Corey, Vern A 

Cornelius, John A. E t 

Correy, James J. A ti 


Cosgrove, Frank W. A t 

Cotter, Joseph F. D t 

Coughlin, Edmund D 

Coulthard, Lloyd T. V 

Cousineau, W. B t 
Couture, Peter S. 

Cox, Everett D. H 

Craigmile, Chas. S. C 

Cramblett, Charles H. S 

Crass, Walter A. A 

Craw, George W. D 

Crawford, Albert E t 

Crawford, Sherman C. D 

Crawley. H. L. C t 

Crocker, John A. D t 

Crone, Fred E. E 

Croninger, Milton L. E t 

Crcnk, Arthur J. B 

Crosby, Ervin S. D 

Crouch, Ernest A 

Crowe, Charles C. V 

Crowe, Fred L. F 

Crown er, Warren R. A 

Cuenot, Frederick L. H 

Cull, Harry H. E t 

Cummings, Harold E. F t 
Cummings, Harold L. 

Cummings, Robert B. D 
Cunningham, Francis C. A. A 

Cyrtmus, Orville L. H 

Cyrtmus, Otto L. A t 

Czapelski, Joseph D t 

Czoscke, G. B t 

Soldiers Grove, Wis. 

Bethany, Mo. 

Madison, Wis. 

3206 Orange Ave., Cleveland, O. 

2602 Iowa St., Davenport, la. 

R. 2, Marengo, 111. 

4599 Oakenwald Ave., Chicago, 111. 

Platteville, Wis 

Packwaukee, Wis. 

R. R. 1, Bloomer, Wis. 

Montfort, Wis. 

Kilbourn, Wis. 

Platteville, Wis. 

Gays Mills, Wis. 

5639 University Ave., Chicago, 111. 

Paola, Kas. 

Mt. Sterling, Wis. 

Belle Center, Wis. 

Meadowlands, Minn. 

Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Montello, Wis. 

407 E. 17th St., Minneapolis, Minn. 

New Diggings, Wis. 

Chicago, 111. 

Cloquet, Minn. 

Hazel Green, Wis. 

432 S. Madison Ave., LaGrange, 111. 

Barnum, Wis. 

493 Mineral St., Milwaukee, Wis. 

Berlin, Wis. 

Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

Westfield, Wis. 

Chicago, 111. 

ss 7 E. Pine St., Canton, 111. 

Viola, Wis. 

Kennan, Wis. 

Merrimack, Wis. 

Paw Paw, 111. 

3746 Elmwood Ave., Chicago, 111. 

Box 425, Jackson, Minn. 

Clintonville, Wis. 

Mauston, Wis. 

Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

Mineral Point, Wis. 

Mineral Point, Wis. 

Grimms, Wis. 

R. 4, Bradford, 111. 

Winneconne, Wis. 



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Chicago, 111. 



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Dach, Antone 

Dahl, Charles 
Dahl, Henry O. 
Dahringer, Homer W. 
Dalsing, George 
Daly, John W. 
Damask, Stanley J. 
Dangelo, Math 
Danielson, Ever M. 
Dapra, Oswald 
Darmody, Mike 
Dary, Merwin L. 
Dasher, John J. 
Dauman, William G. 
Davies, Albert D. 
Davis, James B. 
Davis, John C. 
Davis, Lee B. 
Davis, Roy H. 
Day, Clarke E. 
DeClerck, Desire 
Deering, Gerald G. 
De Groot, Joseph J. 
Deitte, George 
Delfieid, F. 
Delin, Arvid 
DeMars, Frank 
Dengel, Ferdinand X. 
Dennis, George A. 
Dersch, Edwin E. 
Derusha, Philbert P. 
Desha w, Irven 
Detle, Ole H. 
DeVoe, John M. 
Dewitt, Arthur E. 
De Witt, John 
DeYoung, J. 
Dhaenens, Edward 
Dickie, Burr H. 
Dietz, George B. 
Dillon, Eldon H. 
Dillon, Joseph C. 
Dilonardo, James 
Ditsworth, Lawrence C. 
Dittmer, H. A. 
Dobbins, Jonas H. 
Doerett, Christ 
Doctor, Rudclph A. 
Doms, William A. 
Donohue, Roy L. 
Donovan, Patrick E. 
Dorn, Herbert J. 
Dorn, Rheinhold G. 
Dougherty, Eugene P. 
Douglas, Rufus L. 
Dozier, Wade H. 

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Pardeeville, Wis. 
Baldwin, Wis 
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Louisburg, Wis. 

806- 24th St., Rock Island, 111. 

Berlin, Wis. 

303 Jefferson St., Milwaukee, Wis. 

Lynxville, Wis. 

320 Lake St., Baraboo, Wis. 

R. R. 3, Kewaskum, Wis. 

Richland Center, Wis. 

Aurora, 111. 

Chicago, 111. 

Klondyke, O. 

Rewey, Wis. 

Arena, Wis. 

736 E. 50th PL, Chicago, 111. 

R. 4, Amboy, Minn. 

Ghent, Minn. 


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A R. R. 1, Kingston, 

F d Hazel Green, Wis. 

M t Mayville, Wis. 

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Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Chicago, 111. 

International Falls, Minn. 

Little Falls, Minn. 

Merrimack, Wis. 

Lancaster, Wis. 

Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

Bruno, Minn. 

Box 16, Hayward, Wis. 

115 S. Main St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Hancock, Wis. 

9132 Brandon Ave., Chicago, 111. 

R. R. 5, Reedsburg, Wis. 

North Freedom, Wis. 

229 Mill St., Beaver Dam, Wis. 

Richland Center, Wis. 

R. R. 1, Mosinee, Wis. 

Montello, Wis. 
Grand Marsh, Wi 
Neillsville, Wis. 
219 Madison St., 
Ridgewav, Wis. 
Plainville, Wis. 
Rio Vista, Cal. 

leaver Dam, Wis. 

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Draack, Robert 
Dragee, Lawrence A. 
Draves, Charles H. 
Draves, Leonard 
Dresen, Arnold A. 
Dresen, Arnold A. 
Dretske, Carl F. 
Dreuttle, Theodore Jr. 
Droessler, William J. 
Dubois, Walter D. 


Dudler, Carroll C. 
Duffy, Raymond N. 
Duggan, Alvin E. 
Dukleth, Oscar J. 
Dunbar, Fay E. 
Duncan, Murray G. 
Dunn, Thomas A. 
Dunphy, Richard V. 
Durning, John J. 
Duvall, Donald S. 
Duzinski, Frank H. 
Dwars, Walter E. 
Dvvyer, Cornelius W. 

Eager, Harold C. 
Eanes, Richard H. 
Easley, Robert A. 
Eastland, Paul L. 
Eastman, Willard H. 
Eberhardt, George W. 
Ebert, Bertrand 
Ebert, Charles 
Ebert, Charles 
Ebert, George 
Eckberg, Carl B. 

Ecker, Clarence W. 

Eckstein, Conrad 
Eckstein, Leonard 
Edmondson, Howare E. 
Ege, Nels S. 
Egerer, Clarence M. 
Ehmke, F. W. 
Ehmke, Frank 
Eichorst, Edward W. 
Einberger, Joseph 
Eisle, William 
Eisner, Edward 
Eiteuner, Jacob L. 
Elliott, Harry \\ . 
Elliott, Robert H. 
Elsing, Benjamin W. 
Ely, Melvin P. 

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Magnolia, 111. 
Highland, Wis. 
Highland, Wis. 
Cassville, Wis. 
Wyalusing, Wis. 

Downers Grove, 111. 

R. R. 5, Dubuque. la. 

Baraboo, Wis. 

Prairie du Chien, \\ is. 

SoS Holmes St., Janesville, Wis. 

Champlain, Minn. 

Cuba City, Wis. 

Hendrum, Minn. 

Wauzeka. Wis. 

Millersburg, 111. 

203 S. Arsenal Ave., Indianapolis, Ind. 

Monroe, \\ is. 

Burkhardt, Wis. 

Estherville, la. 

R. I, Ripon, Wis. 

Ableman, Wis. 

R. 1, Anawan, 111. 

Randolph, Wis. 

Widen, W. Va. 

Ripon, Wis. 

806 Fourth Ave., Rock Island, 111. 

Bellevue, la. 

181 c; Charles St.. LaCrosse, Wis. 

Watertown, Wis. 

Watertown, Wis. 

Waupun, Wis. 

Watertown, Wis. 

1806 Plymouth Ave., N., Minneapolis, 

Rewey, Wis. 

R. R. 2, Wautoma, Wis. 
1601 Third St., Perry, la. 
Forreston, Minn. 
North Freedom, Wis. 

Kenosha, Wis. 
Avoca, Wis. 
Worthington, Minn. 
301 W. University Ave., Champaign, 1 
Fond du Lac, Wis. 
Green Lake, Wis. 
115 Winter St., W. Burlington, la. 
Sauk City, Wis. 
Endeavor, Wis. 




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Mineral Point, Wis. 


Engstrom, Otto W. 


Woodhull, 111. 

Erber, John G. 

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Aurora, 111. 

Erdman, William J. 


Genesee, 111. 

Ergenbright, Roy E. 


1822 Banks Ave., Superior, Wis. 


Erickson, Alfred D. 


R. R. 1, Box 34, Princeton, Minn. 


Erickson, Clarence J. 

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Pepin, Wis. 


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Erickson, Edwin A. 


R. F. D. 3, Box 52, Star Buck, Minn. 


Erickson, Edwin 0. 


R. F. D, Osseo, Minn. 



Erickson, Fred B. 


Si6-i3th St., Moline, 111. 


Erickson, William F. 


R. 2, Starbuck, Minn. 



Erlandson, Victor 


R. F. D. 1, Box no, Holdingford, Minn. 

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Chicago, 111. 


Eulberg, Julius L. 


704 Mac St., Portage, Wis. 


Euper, Geo. W. 


Watertown, Wis. 



Evans, Earl H. 


Neenah, Wis. 

Evans, George 

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Evans, Roy T. 


Dodgeville, Wis. 

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Kilbourn, Wis. 


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Monticello, Wis. 



Evenson, Nels E. 


R. R. 3, Spring Grove, Minn. 

Everson, Cyrus A. 


Lodi, Wis. 

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Cazenovia, Wis. 


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Prophetstown, 111. 

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Failla, John 


1 1 7-2 1 st Ave., Melrose Park, 111. 


Fairchild, William E. 


International Falls, Minn. 

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Falk, Edward 

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Briggsville, Wis. 

50 Reed Ave., Monessen, Pa. 

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Farries, Jacob 


Wyoming, Wis. 

Feagen, Frank A. 


25 Opera Place, Cincinnati, 0. 


Fearen, Frank J. 


4046 W. Monroe St., Chicago, 111. 

Feldhausen, Henry 

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Columbus, Wis. 

Feldt, Emil A. 

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Branden, Wis. 


Felgen, Clarence F. 


Barnum, Minn. 


Fessler, William H. 


261 1 Fremont Ave., S., Minneapolis, 

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Chicago, 111. 


Fey, Joseph 

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Fiedler, Alban B. 


Cuba City, Wis. 

Fillmore, Walter 


2012 Milwaukee Ave., St. Paul, Minn. 

Fingerson, Fred C. 

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Edmund. Wis. 

Fin ley, William A. 


Seneca, Wis. 

Finney, Edward J. 


Eastman, Wis. 

Fiola, J. 

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Fischer, Frank J. 


Fennimore, Wis. 

Fischer, G. 

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Fennimore, Wis. 

Fischer, William 


R. F. D. 3, St. Cloud, Minn. 

Fish, Forrest A. 


R. R. 3, Reedsburg, Wis. 

Fischer, Laurence C. 

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Fond du Lac, Wis. 

Fitzgerald, Chas. W. 


1815 E. Superior St., Duluth, Minn. 

Fitzgerald, George J. 


ill Grant St. N., Rochester, Minn. 

Fitzgerald, William" C. 


go E. Second St., Fond du Lac, Wis. 


Fitzpatrick, Christopher E. 
Flack, Howard 
Flanagan, Arthur E. 
Fleming, Edgar L. 



Fairwater, Wis. 

Boswell, Ind. 

Menomonie Falls, Wis. 

4130 Harrison St., Kansas City, Kans. 

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Chicago, 111. 

Fletcher, Charles A. 


Ortonville, Minn. 

Fletcher, George W. 


R. R. i, Vergas, Minn. 
R. F. D. 2, Vining, Minn. 

Floen, Thony A. 


Foht, Edward F. 


R. R. I, Sinsinawa, Wis. 

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Foltz, Frederick C. 


in YV. Washington St., Chicago, 111. 

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Boscobel, \\ is. 

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Fones, Edd. 


439 E. North St., Galesburg, 111. 

Foote, Lee W. 


Bethel, 'Wis. 

Ford, George A. 

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Chicago, 111. 

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Ferryville, Wis. 




5048 France Ave., So., Minneapolis, M. 


Formon, George 


Byron, 111. 

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R. R. 1, Prairie du Chien, Wis. 

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Forster, James C. 
Fossum John 


(,07 Walnut St., Elgin, 111. _ 

212 N. Ridgeway Ave., Chicago, 111. 



Forster Frank 


Box 11, Cushing, Minn. 


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Forster, Oliver W. 


Mizpah, Minn 

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River Falls, Wis. 

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Sylvan, Wis. 

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100S N. Hawthorne St., Minneapolis, M. 

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917 Russell St., St. Paul, Minn. 

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Francisco, Harry W. 


Richland Center, Wis. 

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Ripon, Wis. 

Frank, Arthur H. 


221 Railroad Ave., Beaver Dam, Wis. 


Frank, Fred W. 


Adams, Wis. 

Franz, Arthur J. 


Columbus, Wis. 

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Frase, Arthur J. 


R. F. D. 2, Reeseville, Wis. 




Fraser, Frank T. 

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Freark, Parke W. 

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Champaign, 111. 

Frederickson, Godfrey \\ . 

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Freed, Charles H. 


403 S. E. 7th St., Galva, 111. 

Freeman, Max W. 


Siloam Springs, Ark. . 

Freiberg, Emil P