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Photo of General Wingate, By Pierre MacDonald, 5th Ave., N. Y. 
 
 **My men are better fighters than soldiers." 
 GENERAL GEORGE ALBERT WINGATE 
 
 52nd Field Artillery Brigade 
 
 JUST as the fortunate infant is said to have started its earthly 
 career with a golden spoon in its mouth, so our powerful 
 Artillery enjoyed the fortune and glory of "Going Thru" to 
 its final success. 
 
 TO those noble, high-spirited companions who rest on the 
 battle-stained soil of big-hearted France, no longer to speak to 
 us, their brother comrades-in-arms; and to him GENERAL 
 GEORGE ALBERT WINGATE, whose keen judgment, high 
 efficiency, and thoro Generalship, sagaciously guided us thru to 
 complete victory, Vvith a minimum loss, though ours was inces- 
 sant fighting on one of the most active and obtrusive sectors of 
 the line, this book is respectfully dedicated. 
 
 Dudley Hess. 
 
"GOING THRU" 
 
 WITH A GOLDEN SPOON 
 
 AN ILLUSTRATED STORY 
 OF THE 
 
 52ND BRIGADE 
 
 FIELD ARTILLERY 
 
 AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES 
 
 BY DUDLEY HESS 
 PRIVATE FIRST CLASS 
 REGIMENTAL ARTIST 
 
 COPYRIGHTED BT DTTDLET HESS 
 
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 Going Thru — By Private Dudley Hess, Regi- 
 mental Artist. — Price $1.50. For additional 
 copies address Hess Brothers, Inc., 502-516 
 West 30th Street, New York City. 
 
 ©CI.A515183 
 
 APR li 1319 
 
ooo Press 
 
 A - e — F. 
 
 THEIRS NOT TO REASON WHY 
 THEmS BUT TO DO— SO LET'S GO 
 
LEFT, LEFT, LEF, HEP? 
 
 AS each foot tramped from the land of 
 the free, where heretofore it had leisurely 
 trod to business, home, some sweetheart's 
 home, theatre, and now to the First 
 Serg's left, left, lef , hep ! — a great change 
 took place. 
 
 AT that moment, a clean-cut, high- 
 purposed, determined looking, stealthy 
 Americanism — paced the camouflaged 
 ways, headed for the American Expedi- 
 tionary Forces, as crusaders of Right, 
 Justice, and Humanity. 
 
.Slt-BNT THOU6MTS 
 COMING ti^Kyo 
 
 SAY Dve-Bre to 
 
 0U0-i«S5 
 
 TO HAVE AND TO HOLD 
 ALL FOR DEMOCRACY 
 
TRANSPORTING IN A 
 HOLD. 
 
 CONGESTION, perspiration, and in no few cases 
 indigestion, may be mentioned as some of the 
 prevalent conditions that make one conscious of 
 life in the hol(e)d. 
 
 OCCASIONALLY slumber reigns (rains?) Bunk 
 "61" might have desperate nightmare — while "63" 
 is maliciously easing himself at the discomfort of 
 "62" who has just stretched out into "mounted 
 sleep." Others may be boiling with entrancing 
 visions of the fair sex they recently bid farewell, 
 but all soon cools down when the "draft system" 
 camouflages the air. 
 
 THE joy-killer Klaxon when klaxed creates a 
 new environment. It sounds worse than a heavy 
 barrage — and its deafening message is quickly 
 interpreted by all on board. Yes "Abandon Ship " 
 is a very interesting (?) experience to undergo 
 somewhere between over here and over there. 
 The shuffle of sturdy "hobnails" that ensues ac- 
 companied by forceful eulogies unfit for print — 
 are at once convincing that AMERICAN energy 
 is safely directed towards "kanning the Kaiser." 
 
 BUT we bear all the " short-comforts " of the hold 
 smilingly, our ship is steadily headed for the clean 
 shores of Democracy. 
 
VdU CAls»T OO THIS 
 OR. TriAT> v^/GTHCl? 
 
 THROlV /vj£ /\N /^NCHOfil 
 IF CO TRY TO SWIIWf?/ 
 
 
 THEY CAN'T 
 
ORDERS IS ORDERS! 
 
 or 
 the Guardhouse. 
 
"OVER THE TOP" " 
 
FROM RATION TABLE TO 
 DECKDINING 
 
 WHEN you climb "over the top" of 
 the ladders (if you're in luck) the deck 
 is yours. Sit here, there, anywhere, wet 
 or dry, clean or dirty — but be sure you 
 don't sit on any of the bunch, or in his 
 chow. 
 
 ABOUT those ladders: men with trans- 
 port experience will be "lined up" for the 
 following elevating positions, — 
 
 Steeple jacks. 
 Tight-rope walkers. 
 Sky pilots. 
 Girder workers. 
 Ballet dancers. 
 
 — and — 
 
 ALL other positions of a similar nature, 
 demanding highly qualified men to hold 
 their own, irrespectful in what direction 
 gravitation may tend to pull. 
 
OUO-HE»3 
 
 WE'RE THERE 
 
"HAIL, HAIL, THE GANG'S 
 ALL HERE. " 
 
 SOME were full of vim for vin, 
 but most were full to win as we 
 marched from our good ship. 
 
 ON our way to camp, many a 
 man was weary and many an 
 eye bleary, but memories go- 
 ing good. 
 
MUD 
 
 oudtess 
 
BREST A TEST AT ITS 
 BEST. 
 
 A CAMP of half shelter, I mean 
 shelterhalf with a bed of mud 
 and the rain oozing in at our feet, 
 and they call this sunny France. 
 
 WE broke up camp — and cases 
 of hard tack and canned willie, 
 to while away the train trip. 
 
0m 
 
 ovQfess 
 
IT WAS THE LIMIT 
 
 not 
 
 THE LIMITED. 
 
THE BORDEAUX CHURCH SPECIAL 
 
WE hit the training camp and 
 the camp hit us. Sand, flu, all 
 around. 
 
 MANY were the demands for 
 church passes, but many passed 
 the churches. 
 
 WHEN the six weeks Artillery 
 Straining was up we left our 
 francs and friends to brave the 
 horrors of the front line. 
 
A MIDNIGHT SERENADE 
 
 THE bunch were grooming them up on 
 quite a banked echelon. Two bombs were 
 dropped, we ducked our heads, the hghts 
 went out. The well directed shots of 
 our Aviators had caught their prey. 
 Firing ceased, lights went up, smoking 
 was in order, and a few kilos away, lay 
 that "Kultured" old bird beneath his 
 withered wings. Another Ace was made, 
 and another German casualty accounted 
 for. 
 
 ONE may be rehearsing his entire past, 
 while the less concerned, if there were 
 any, would be making sure the Fatimas 
 were secure. 
 
OVER THE 
 BLUFF, 
 
 WITH THE 
 STUFF. 
 
Sff^V 
 
IN THE MIDST OF IT 
 
 THE gruesome pastime of 
 dodging the shell — was hell. 
 
 HEAVEN or home by Christ- 
 mas, or the "white sheets" with 
 a "Rose of No-man's Land" at 
 your side. 
 
75's WITH SPIRIT 
 OF "76'' 
 
 Fire: at 8 P.M. from base deflection 
 
 Left: 134 R. Y. Fuse. 
 
 Normal Gas Shell. 
 
 Elevation: 21 degrees, 40 minutes. 
 
 25 rounds at WILL(HELM) 
 
 READY, FIRE!!! 
 
 FINIS LES BOCHES. 
 
//' 
 
 C<J*' 
 
 
'TILES" OF FUN. 
 
 "SALVAGE" it. A common 
 slogan that meant relief to the 
 boys. "We can get more where 
 that came from." You'd find 
 anything from a shoe string 
 to a dead horse. 
 
 BEAUX coo junk for the 
 S. O. S. to rebuild. 
 
WHOLLY SMOKE! 
 
 IT was such scenes as these 
 that made living very unhealthy 
 for Fritz, and brought that 
 Armistice day nearer. 
 
THE THREE WEEHLED 
 
 STEED THAT HAD THE 
 
 SPEED 
 
 WHIZZ— B A N G! Yes and those speed 
 king cyclists were hard to find. 
 
 THE Harley-Davidson people must have 
 been making ammunition, for those mili- 
 tary buzz-wagon-bath-tubs certainly had 
 some velocity as they trajected thru the 
 air. 
 
MAIL 
 
THAT LETTER 
 
 "LIKE a baby needs its mother that's 
 how I need you." With such sentiments 
 and with the white bags in — meant 
 GUARD OUT. 
 
 MOTHERS, wives and sweethearts, if 
 you only knew what your letters meant. 
 It was practically the boys' only real 
 enjoyment. 
 
WE GAVE JERRY EVERY 
 THING BUT HOBNAILS. 
 
^-^v€^ 
 
 ?^^:F^ 
 
'a KNOW I GOT MORE 
 THAN MY SHARE. ' 
 
 IT was killing— both the Huns 
 and the cooties. 
 
 WHEN those Lounge Bunnies 
 got into your seams, by squad 
 or massed formation, it gave 
 you reason to kick. 
 
SIEGE GUNS. 
 
 YOU may bet we did and 
 everything else in our objec- 
 tives too. 
 
P»»0 
 
WHEN THE FIGHTING 
 HAD CEASED. 
 
 ELEVEN— ELEVEN— ELEVEN 
 
 WHAT was once a field of 
 black was now transformed in- 
 to a Gay White Way. 
 
 EVERY conceivable illumina- 
 tion and noise was made use 
 of. 
 
SOUVENIRS. 
 
 WOMAN'S craze for fashion 
 could not compare with adven- 
 turous Sammy's desire for 
 souvenirs. 
 
 THEY'D go the limit. 
 
 "WERE it possible one would 
 have walked off with a Hun 
 siege gun. 
 
Mess Cftlt'tKe 
 befgt Call 
 
 MESS CALL— THE BEST CALL 
 
MESS CALL THE 
 BEST CALL. 
 
 NO bugles needed, just "inside" 
 information. As the saying goes, 
 *'It's either feast or famine," but 
 with us it was mostly feast. 
 The boys were there when it 
 came to seconds. Some ab- 
 normal individuals were there 
 for thirds . . . and later for O. 
 D. pills. 
 
WHERE THERE^ 
 SMOKE THEReI 
 
 Fine 
 
 al'so 
 
NO MUSIC NEEDED. 
 
r 
 
 PAY DAY. 
 
 THE bones would begin roll- 
 ing, and the Cognac flowing, 
 —BYE-BYE FRANCS. 
 
 MERCI Monsieur. 
 
AT THE EMBARKATION AREA 
 
SEND THE BOYS HOME 
 TOOT SWEET. 
 
 MANY thanks for those kind words. 
 BUT when are we going home! 
 
WHEN PRIVATES GIVE 
 ORDERS. 
 
 BUT why the M. P's. ? ? ? 
 
A— e—P 
 
 MARINE POWER 
 
"NOTHING TO BE SAID. 
 JUST ASK THE BOYS." 
 
FAREWELL FRANCE 
 
LETS GO,- 
 
 and we did. 
 
EVEN THE MOON CAME UP. 
 
 "TWO to one, he won't." 
 
 NOT a crap game, just a friendly bet 
 on the boys who were ill at ease, looking 
 for the metacenter of the ship. 
 
 SHE began tossing, and so did many of 
 those unaccustomed to this way of 
 gambling. 
 
 BY the time we landed the ship was well 
 camouflaged. 
 
MISS LIBERTY, IS STAT-YOU 
 
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 WE'RE THRU. 
 
 THOUSANDS of minds with but a 
 single thought. 
 
 "SO long, boys." 
 
 HELLO FOLKS." 
 
 COMMONTALLIVOUX 
 
AUTOGRAPHS 
 
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