Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, September 27, 1918, Page 6

Page Six THE CASPER DAILY TRIBUNE Bonds, FOOTBALL IN FRANCE KEEPS LIBERTY |= i rEUTONS STRUT WHERE RUSSIAN LADS FIT TO BUCK THE GERMAN LINE | 1ROFS ARE COMPELLED TO BEG FOR BARE NECESSITIES OF LIFE By JOSEPH SHAPELEN uniforms. 7) | United Press Staff Correspondent.) | There are other war prisoners | NEW YORK, Sept. 27.—One|along the Nevsky. Nine out of 10 of |meets imposing military figures © | them are on crutches. some of them |the Nevsky Prospect in Petrograd) +. without feet or hands and are |these days. | sees Py % | ‘They Maree be all right if they obliged to jump about like crabs, Buy and Keep LIBERTY Bonds. 'geant, who said , Was always joking and cheerful, and never had | |a complaint. The rest of the boys in/ -the ward would do anything in tiie } world for “the Sarge.” The little group sitting on the cots, | with the nurse, had been talking of | the Sergeant for a long time when} one of the boys said, “You ought to write to his mother, M Cutter. The rge thot the world of his mother.” ‘I’m going to,’”’ replied the nurse, rite out what you think nt, and I’ll send that, FRIDAY, SEPT. 27, 1918 “AMONG THE WOUNDED YANKS Interesting Sidelights on the War Disclosed in Chats with Bovs in Hospitals J. TAYL (United Press Staff Correspondent] _AN AMERICAN HOSPITAL IN FRANCE, Sept. 2. (By fail.) ‘No, they’re not going to bring the Sergeant batk to ae ward, boys.” Those were exactly the words the nurse used. ye in her voice and the look in her eyes said more. But the The little group in the ward which had been playing cards a one of the beds to forget the ten- on they felt while the sergeant’s peration was taking place, stopped iddenly, all attention, all hungering wr good news. “You don’t mean the -Sergeant’s one, do you?” exclaimed one. “Yes, boys, the Sergeant’s gone. our operations were just too much or his strength. He never regained msciousness.”” The little group of patients and| 1e nurse were silent. The chap with one leg gone had deck of cards in his hand. Dazed, 2 relaxed, and the cards fell to tne oor, scattering over half the ward. he chap with the one leg gone never oticed them. He Was a Game Boy “Gee, the Sergeant’s gone,’ he sid huskily, “he sure was a game a) “He was the best fellow I ever} new,” said another, “and the cheer- alest, too. I’ve seen them JJressing is leg time and again. and ,osh but hurt. But did the Sergeant ever iy anything? Not the Sergeant— e never batted an eye.” “Just to think,” mused a third, “it asn’t a half an hour ago when we} tw him go out. I shouted ick, Sarge,’ when the strecher was arried thru the door, and he smiled id said, ‘Thanks, I’ll be back in a 2w minutes with you.’ ”’ ‘Good | | dozen of the Sergeant’s bunkies, all invalids, with the nurse of the ward, just musing “and talking like that, trying ‘to realize that the Sergeant was gone. Mess time came and went, and no one paid any attenticn to it —they were thinking only of the Ser- geant. The Sergeant was Frank Carbaugh of Greencastle, Pa., a member of the Seventh Machinegun Sanitary De- tachment. His mother is Mrs. Car- baugh, and no mother ever reared a braver son. The Sergeant, who was & mathe- matics teacher before the war, was wounded when his outfit was rashed |into action ‘near Chateau Thierry. None of his bunkies knew just ex- actly how, because, as one of them explained, “The Sergeant wasn’t the kind of a fellow who'd talk of him- self. You can bet he was wounded doing something for somebody, tho.” They did know that the Sergeant | lay out in the open a long time after he was wounded. Medical records showed that. His leg was badly smashed, and they operated at the first hospital he reached. But gan- | grene had set in and four operations had followed in an effort to save him. They have had lots of brave pa- tients that doctors and nurses and patients admired alike in that hos- What the Boys Wrote The boys did, and here are a few lines from them: Priva Elmer Hyland wrote, “I was with as soon as he came from the ope: on, and I cried w he went. He vy a great eclean fellow thru my foot’ w so I could walk wi him to the ve Wagoner Tom Sergeant is gone. y that boy like my own brother. I've seen other fellows go, but I never felt like this.” Sergeant Vincent Sauer wrote. never felt worse since I came in th He was game to the last, al- ways cheerful, and when I called *Good luck to you,’ he answered, ‘I'll be O. K. soon, thanks.’ We always had fun around his bed, he w so cheerful. He was one of the finest fellows I ever knew.” Arthur Stain, who knew the Ser- geant better than the rest, the boys say, because “the and the Sarge liked to dabble in poetry,” wrote a poem to send the Sergeant’s mother. They buried the Sergeant in the little American graveyard in a pretty Lorraine valley, with an American flag over the coffin, as 18 soldiers fired three shots over the grave and the bugler gave “taps.” Then some of the boys whose injuries permitted their attending the funeral, gathered flowers in the valley and the nurses. placed them on the grave with re i} } | Our troops have made baseball well known to the people of France by their constant playing’of the game, Now they are doing the same service for the American style of football. Weather conditions have less influence on football than on baseball, so the liberty lads have found greater opportunity for it. Army commanders, too, advocate the game. for it hardens the men and makes them fit to buck the German line. This photograph shows a mixed group of soldiers and interested French folk living near the American camp watching the soldiers play. The quarter- | back is calling off the signals as the teams face each other braced for the impact of rushing bodies. newer eer ree veer all Russian. Here, for example, ; begging alms. I have seen these fat are tall guards of the regiment of Prussians and Brandenburgers stop Marie Louise. It will be remembered | near these human crabs, and puffing ‘that these were the German warriors | heavily on their cigars, hand out alms ‘who at the battle of Goldingen, tak. | to the crippled beggars. Then I have ing off their tall, heavy boots, beat | talked to these Russian war prisoners it into a nearby woods, and when) who have just returned from cap- caught by the Russians and brot into | tivity. I have heard their stories of the Russian lines nearly died for fear | suffering, hunger, insults and humil- of their ultimate fate. jiations. They were treated like cat- Here are some of Death’s Head tle, harnessed to wagons and plows Hussars from Danzig, the pitiable re-| by the German junkers in the fields. mains of a whole regiment cut into|And in the concentration camps pieces by the Nijni Novgorod boys of ;many died of Hunger — quietly, Prince Bebutoff. Further ahead you silently, unnoticed. Many died while meet some Halberstadt hussars,| going about their work. They died Pomeranian uhlans, Bavarian Bran-| in their dirty bunks, or on dirty piles denburg grenadiers, and finally Hun-| of straw, which would have repelled garian hussars in red head dresses,}a cow. And they were all animated remains of some of the great cavalry | by one thot—to flee from the Ger- battles fought earlier in the war. man nightmare. Not many were suc- ‘All these can be met on the Nevsky | cessful. Most of them were recap- and they are dressed as if preparing] tured, at the very frontier. NOTICE 3 Notice for Publication, State of ming County of Natrona. ss: In District Court. Sixth Judical district in the matter of the estate of Loomis S. Cull, deceased. Notice for pubtication of time ap- pointed for proving will, Etc. To all persons interested in said Estate; Notice is hereby given, that Monday the 7th day of October, 1918, at 10 o'clock, A. M, of said day, at the Court Room of said Court, in the County of Natrona, Wyoming, has been appointed as the time and place , for proving the Will of said Loomis S. ees: : for parade. White and blue uniforms plication of Carrie M.-Cull for the| os new as if they has just left left issuance,to her of Letters Testamen- | the tailor. An expression of self satis- tary when and where any person in-| faction and brazenness is on their terested may appear and contest the | faces. The Prussian cheeks seem to same dated September 27th 1918. be Bobbing ae and cowniwis fat and v: L. Baily, Cler.k |8 sense 0 eir importance. Paniuae: er 20 ensue 1234.5 7|, Who are they? Conquerors? No, 8 sibs ; = 5 : |they are merely prisoners of war, ‘ Se ee ‘captured in the days when the Rus- The Martz Hat Shop will offer as a Sian anrmy was still an army—before special tomorrow bargains velvet Tam the cancer of Bolshevikism at away O’Shanters at $2.50. This will be a|its heart. But their attitude is that bargain worth getting. A bargain isn’t of Hindenburgs and Mackensens. what you pay; it is what you get for They seem to pose for statues of what you pay. Get a Tam:O’Shanter | Mars. The bright rays of the sun And now, at last, they were per- mitted to return. They have returned not because of the Brest peace, but because they were no longer of use to either friend nor foe. They have all returned to their fatherland. And all are animated by the same thot, by the same doubt: “We seem to be of no use around here,” they say. They seem to be in the way. They have acquired rheumatism in the trenches, and have given their blood for Russia. But why did they return? was it worth while to come back for the pleasures of getting a dirty rouble bill from her, the half pital, but never one just like the Ser- for $2.50. » {play upon their elaborately gilded that fat, sleek Prussian! white, and blue ribbons around them. Cull deceased and for hearing the ap- Dough Behind the Blow Bond Drive Tomcrrow, September 28 Lend your money to Uncle Sam--put your “dough” behind the u ppercut we're handing the Kaiser—Let Militarism feel the hard- ness of the American Dollar. You haven’t any choice in the matter. You must either fight or pay for the fighting. You must lend either yourself or your money to the cause. “Wilhe!lmstrasse” would take a lot of encouragement from an unenthusiastically support- ed loan—you'll make the Kaiser happy if you cling to your con—subs scribe a lot. The American Arrny is a Liberty Bond is a clear case of desertion. 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