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 A sigh of grief is all we mourn for them; 
 Too happy they who, in ambrosial sleep, 
 Live midst their dreams in true reality. 
 A sigh of grief for their life's cord is cut, 
 While we in lonelier exile now must tread, 
 Filled with inspirations of our most sacred dead. 
 A sigh of grief and then a heartfelt pride 
 To know the honor and the grace with which 
 
 they died: 
 Their spoken words, their smile, a quickening 
 
 glance of bright. 
 Well-meaning eyes. How full is memory's light! 
 A guide to cheer us in life's future dread. 
 A sigh of grief, a burst of tears perchance, 
 Let that be all, for God will guard their graves 
 
 in France. 
 
 — S. A. S. 
 
OF THE 
 
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 G. W. Small Director 
 
 W. G. Henschen ) 
 
 C. G. Sullivan >- Editors 
 
 G. W. Small ) 
 
 H. L. Annan Art. Dept 
 
 E. J. Mohan Business Manager 
 
 W. G. Henschen General History 
 
 Ray Waters Battery A 
 
 J. F. Havis Battery B 
 
 Malcolm Merrick Battery C 
 
 Ben Jackson Battery D 
 
 George A. Arnot Battery E 
 
 W. E. Forbes Battery F 
 
 Geo. G. Sullivan Hdqrs. Company 
 
 Norman D. Kulp Supply Company 
 
 A. S. ShrinER Medical Detachment 
 
 Roy R. Dewey Band 
 
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 O organization was more representative of 
 the United States as a whole than the one 
 which this book commemorates; and, con- 
 sequently, no regiment was ever more com- 
 pletely scattered upon demobilization than is ours at 
 the present time. Yet, a regiment is a large family and 
 it was to perpetuate the associations and impressions 
 there created that this volume came into existence. 
 
 Here you have the clear reflection of the individual 
 who did whatever work the army is credited with; I 
 mean the soldier with grade just below first-class pri- 
 vate, ^^simple soldatP He it is who experienced the 
 real pleasures and the real horrors of war: it is his per- 
 sonality that fills these pages. 
 
 You may here taste again the dust of the parade 
 ground; again hear the calls and orders, then so un- 
 pleasant; once more see the regiment in formation; and 
 again breathe the welcome odor from the busy com- 
 pany kitchen. The bustle of embarkation, the scenes of 
 parting, the Zeelandia, the mud at Brest, the "vin 
 blanc," the French madmoiselles, — all are here ready 
 for your perusal. 
 
 As the years go by our minds will have turned to 
 other thoughts; no more will the Forty-seventh form in 
 marching order: but doubtless in the quiet of many a 
 home throughout this land the spirit that hovers over 
 these pages will arouse once more the tense enthusiasm 
 of a regiment moving forward in the Great Adventure 
 and the Forty-seventh will live again. 
 
 The Director. 
 
 Mt. Washington, Md., September, 1919. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 GENERAL HISTORY i 
 
 POETRY BY THE REGIMENT 13 
 
 AMONG THE OFFICERS 26 
 
 GENERAL ORDERS 30 
 
 BATTERY "A" 31 
 
 BATTERY "B" 52 
 
 BATTERY "C" 58 
 
 BATTERY "D" 73 
 
 BATTERY "E" 79 
 
 AS YOU WERE 86 
 
 BATTERY "F" 88 
 
 HEADQUARTERS COMPANY 97 
 
 THE BAND 118 
 
 THE SUPPLY COMPANY 130 
 
 MEDICAL DETACHMENT 138 
 
 ROSTER 142 
 
 THE COAST ARTILLERY SONG 168 
 
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 General ^iitoty \ 
 
 I 
 
 LIFE IN THE STATES 
 
 HE Forty-seventh Coast Artillery Corps was 
 organized in August, 191 8, at Camp Eustis, 
 near Norfolk, Virginia. To this camp were 
 sent men from nearly all the coast defenses 
 of the United States, but mainly from Fort McKinley, 
 Maine; Fort Trotten, New York; Fort Hancock, New 
 Jersey, and the coast defenses of California and Texas. 
 They assembled gradually, group by group, until there 
 were sufficient men and officers to fill the quota for our 
 regiment. We found that every State in the Union was 
 represented, but the majority of our men were sons of 
 Illinois, New York and Texas. 
 
 The first step toward shaping us for a victorious 
 encounter with the disciples of the Beast of Berlin was 
 the issuing of a program that regulated our action for 
 each hour of the day. At once we began the intensive 
 training that lasted throughout the seven weeks of our 
 regimental life in the States. 
 
 Just before leaving Camp Eustis two of our men 
 passed the competitive examination for the Officers' 
 Training School and won admittance. About sixty 
 were sent to the Motor Transport School and, with a 
 few exceptions, got through successfully and returned 
 certified chauffeurs. 
 
 Fully equipped for the European tour, at last the 
 final order came to move to the embarkation point — 
 
2 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Camp Stuart. Here for thirty-six hours the principal 
 event was a physical examination. Thus began our 
 ever-memorable march through Newport News to the 
 transport Zeelandia, a Dutch vessel in the service of the 
 United States. 
 
 THE VOYAGE 
 
 We steamed out of the harbor of Newport News 
 about nine o'clock on the morning of October 14, 1918. 
 The water was calm, the weather clear, the air refresh- 
 ing, and the men inspired to thoughts of the sacred 
 principles to uphold which would bring them face to 
 face with the Great Beyond. 
 
 Our mid-ocean life was not all consumed by the 
 thrice daily raft drills. With sparring bouts, wrestling 
 matches, movies, entertainments, good books, occasional 
 attacks of seasickness and frequent sighting for land, the 
 proverbial ennui of a sea voyage was well broken. But 
 it was broken, indeed, when on October 25 at ten o'clock 
 the Port of Brest was seen. The harbor being crowded, 
 we were not landed till the next day, when the lighters 
 took us ashore. I have seen banks of rivers with long 
 sloping terraces, fringed with beautiful dwellings, but 
 never in my life have I been so impressed by a harbor 
 as I was by the Port of Brest. As we lay in port before 
 landing, we witnessed a gorgeous sunset, for the day 
 had been clear, bright and warm. In the distance we 
 saw the City of Brest, with the spires of its cathedrals 
 towering to the skies and everywhere glittering lights. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 3 
 
 CITY OF BREST 
 
 In the morning we neared the shore, and could 
 distinctly see the old citadel which had been built by 
 Cssar, famous for its vaulted archways. Everywhere 
 the earth was covered with fresh green grass, and the 
 trees laden with myriads of blossoms— all nature seemed 
 at the height of its perfection. 
 
 On the hills above we beheld many ancient build- 
 ings, among them famous cathedrals, dating back to the 
 eighth, tenth and twelfth centuries — wonderful struc- 
 tures and the best examples of French architecture. 
 Much of the foliage was peculiar to France. There 
 were trees with closely cropped branches, which, if 
 beheld in America, would be considered rare specimens 
 or freaks of nature. Everywhere we saw gardens, vine- 
 yards and flower beds which the French, by their inde- 
 fatigable labor, have made the best in Europe. 
 
 We landed, "fell in," hiked heavily packed, up- 
 hill. The people (mostly women and children, in 
 mourning) greeted us kindly and showed their heart- 
 felt thanks that American troops were continuing to 
 arrive. Ponternezen Barracks, four miles from the 
 harbor, being full, our regiment was quartered in tents. 
 Here we spent a week, rising before dawn, plodding 
 through mud up to our knees and suffering from inces- 
 ^sant rains. As the boys said, "This is a battle in itself," 
 and we called it "The Battle of Brest." 
 
 At the time we arrived the engineers were busy 
 -constructing barracks, and our regiment furnished a 
 sdaily fatigue detail of nine hundred men. In addition 
 
4 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 to this, we had special details for obtaining water, pro- 
 visions, some quartermaster wood and other necessities. 
 As a general thing, we had reveille at 4.30, in order to 
 get out the fatigue details, but there was one memorable 
 night when we were awakened at two 0' clock (?) to take 
 a bath at that early hour. With soap, towel and clean 
 underclothing in hand, we marched through the thick, 
 yellow mud two miles, until we arrived at the barracks 
 built by Napoleon I. Here we bathed, the fortunate 
 first arrivals receiving hot water, the others being 
 obliged to take an early morning or "rather late" night 
 cold shower. Such was our week at Brest, rising be- 
 fore dawn, plowing through yellow mud up to our 
 knees, suffering from dampness and rain and daily 
 going on fatigue duty of an unpleasant nature. 
 
 ANGOULEME 
 
 Finally, the long-looked-for and very welcome order 
 came to move, and on November 2 we were bound for 
 Angouleme, which was about three hundred miles south 
 of Brest. We marched from Pontanezen Barracks to 
 the railroad depot, which march gave us an opportunity 
 to see the City of Brest. Like most cities of France, the 
 buildings were low and of ancient style. The mer- 
 chants both in their places of business and in the squares- 
 were displaying their wares. Everywhere we received 
 a kind word and a smile from the French people, and the 
 children ran after us and, seizing us by the hand, would 
 look into our faces and say "souvenir?" At the station 
 we found cattle cars waiting for us. Each car holds 
 forty men, or eight horses, "quarante hommes ou huit: 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 5 
 
 chevaux." The men boarded the cars and we began 
 our journey to Angouleme, which occupied a day and 
 a half. It was exceedingly tiresome. We passed 
 through many of the chief cities of France, among 
 others Nantes and Rochefort, and finally arrived at An- 
 gouleme about 12.30 P. M. on November 4. From the 
 Angouleme station to our barracks was a distance of 
 about one mile. The barracks in which we were quar- 
 tered had formerly been a military institution con- 
 ducted by Napoleon II. The old-style buildings were 
 fine structures, large and airy. The parade ground, 
 which was in excellent condition, afforded ample room 
 for three full regiments to drill. Everything was pleas- 
 ant and the men were more than satisfied with their new 
 home. It was here that we spent the next four weeks. 
 
 The City of Angouleme was, indeed, beautiful, with 
 its large park well provided with benches and statuary. 
 On one side of the park was a long, ancient stone wall 
 that divided the city into one of its four sections. i\d- 
 joining the park was the ancient Cathedral of St. Peter, 
 built in the twelfth century. It is one of the most beau- 
 tiful pieces of architecture in France. The outside of 
 the church is adorned with images of the saints, which, 
 though worn by centuries of rain and wind, are still dis- 
 cernible and attractive to the most casual observer. Be- 
 sides the cathedral, Angouleme boasts of several other 
 churches, a fine city hall, a large postoffice, many mas- 
 sive buildings and a great number of large hotels, banks, 
 schools and business places. 
 
 During our stay at Angouleme the soldiers made 
 nightly visits to the city, dining in French hotels and 
 
6 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 restaurants, where they became acquainted with "vin 
 rouge" or 'Vin blanc." We visited the "cinema" 
 (movies) and made general tours of the city. One 
 could see on every hand groups of soldiers here and 
 there gathered about the souvenir stands selecting 
 remembrances for their family and friends at home. 
 Immediately after pay-day it was not uncommon for 
 the dealer in such wares to run completely out of stock 
 before he could replenish it from Paris. 
 
 At the end of our first week in Angouleme, conversa- 
 tion and the press breathed news of an armistice. Fin- 
 ally, in the late evening of November 1 1, 1918, we heard 
 great shouts and noise that were positive and volumi- 
 nous and which we could not interpret, outside the 
 caserne. Upon investigating we learned that the armis- 
 tice had, indeed, been signed. The celebration lasted 
 for days. Every evening the people of Angouleme 
 paraded, and their numbers swelled to a mighty throng 
 when the soldiers from the caserne fell in line. The 
 victory which they knew would ultimately come was a 
 reality. Thanksgiving masses were celebrated in all 
 the churches, feasts were held and Frenchman and 
 American joined hands and rejoiced that the dove of 
 peace had once again flown over the land and that no 
 longer would suffering France be swept by the broom 
 of death. 
 
 How were we to be disposed of? Our first thought 
 was that we would be used to release men at the front 
 and comprise part of the army of occupation. But an 
 official telegram settled our doubts, which read as fol- 
 lows: "The Forty-seventh Coast Artillery Corps will 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 7 
 
 not be used in the army of occupation, but will return 
 immediately to the United States." 
 
 So daily our desire to return to those we love grew 
 greater, and it seemed that we were unable to think or 
 talk of anything else. At last, after having spent four 
 weeks at Angouleme, the order came that we were to 
 move to Bourg. Every one made ready. Packs were 
 rolled and, after a 3-0'clock reveille and a 3.30 break- 
 fast, we started on our hike to the station, where our 
 friends, the ''cattle cars," were waiting for us. We 
 climbed in, and in a few minutes were en route to the 
 new home. The day was bright and warm, and even 
 though we could not see as much of the country as we 
 desired, nevertheless we enjoyed the balmy air and 
 warm sunshine and fully appreciated the beauty of 
 what we could see of the surrounding country. Like 
 most of the soldiers in France, we were unfavorably 
 impresed by the muddy, rough roads that had caused 
 us so much discomfort, forgetful of the fact that it was 
 the American trucks that had made them such. In 
 peace times these roads were the best in the world. We 
 realized now, too, as we gazed out upon the fields, that 
 for four years this land had been cultivated by the will- 
 ing but weak arms of women, children and aged men. 
 As we journeyed on to Bourg, we were amazed by the 
 acres and acres of grape vines. Now we could easily 
 understand why France is said to produce many of the 
 best-known wines in the world. On every side were 
 extensive vineyards, fruit groves and gardens. We were 
 just beginning to see the beauty of France. The houses 
 among the vineyards were quaint and attractive. Most 
 
8 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 of them were farm houses which were well cared for, 
 and, even though very old, were in fine condition. 
 Gradually, our impression of the country and its people 
 changed, and before leaving the town of Bourg, we 
 made numerous friends, toward whom we have enter- 
 tained a lasting good-will. 
 
 BOURG 
 
 Arriving at Bourg, we detrained and each organi- 
 zation began hiking to its respective billet. There were 
 no barracks in Bourg, so the soldiers were quartered 
 with many of the inhabitants as well as in schools, 
 bakeries and "movie" halls. 
 
 At Bourg there is a building known as the "An- 
 cienne Citadel," and because it was used as a strong- 
 hold in the war against England, it became famous. 
 The most illustrious kings and potentates of France had 
 dwelt within its walls. Just previous to the war it had 
 been the residence of a wealthy wine merchant, and his 
 handsome furnishings still remained. Here it was that 
 our regiment's headquarters were located and the cleri- 
 cal force was quartered. 
 
 The village of Bourg is located on a hill and near the 
 junction of the Gironde and Garonne rivers. The vil- 
 lage is small and most of the people are farmers and 
 manufacturers of wine. In fact, it is the greatest wine- 
 producing village of France, and we had ample time 
 and appetite to test its products. 
 
 There were no large cathedrals, theatres or business 
 places such as we had seen in Angouleme, but this was 
 more than offset by a different feeling toward the boys. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 9 
 
 We had made our way into the hearts of the people of 
 the village, and that we were the best disciplined and 
 most gentlemanly regiment that had ever been billeted 
 there. They invited us to their homes, and many of 
 the boys ate Christmas dinner with French families. 
 Everywhere we were shown hospitality, and the people 
 openly declared their appreciation for what the Ameri- 
 can soldiers had done for France. But what pleased us 
 most was the compliment that the town mayor paid us 
 at our review. 
 
 Intensive drilling had now been dropped and more 
 time was devoted to physical exercise. The men 
 went on long hikes, had football games, wrestling 
 matches, boxing and other sports. Each battery had a 
 large company fund, so we were well fed. There was 
 also a regimental canteen, where fruit, candy and to- 
 baccos were obtainable. It was without doubt the best 
 place we had visited. But we were "homeward bound," 
 and nothing but an order to move on nearer could give 
 us much delight. At the end of three weeks at Bourg 
 we received orders to move to Ambares. We left Bourg 
 at five o'clock in the evening and, with light marching 
 order, hiked to Ambares, a distance of seventeen miles. 
 The village of Ambares was small and scattered. There 
 had been great numbers of troops here previous to our 
 arrival, so we attracted little attention. We were bil- 
 leted in various parts of the town, and it seemed im- 
 possible to get the entire organization together at any 
 one time. There was nothing here which interested us. 
 We were not allowed to leave the area which we occu- 
 
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 pied, and the company kitchens were located quite some 
 distance from the billets. It rained continually dur- 
 ing our entire stay, and everything seemed unpleasant 
 and unsatisfactory. 
 
 GENICART 
 
 The desire to move stirred us more and more, and 
 we hourly wished for orders. They at last came and 
 at five o'clock in the afternoon we marched to Genicart. 
 It was at this camp that we were deloused. The regi- 
 ment marched in one organization after another. We 
 lined up according to the passenger list, prepared to be 
 deloused. Nothing was to be retained. Hats, blouses, 
 shirts, overcoats, raincoats and leggings were thrown 
 into separate heaps as the men filed in one by one. In- 
 side the barracks we discarded our trousers, undercloth- 
 ing, socks and shoes, and took a warm shower. We 
 were then examined physically and passed out while 
 receiving new clothes and ordnance equipment. It was 
 about two o'clock in the evening when we began to pass 
 through the delouser, and the last detachment finished 
 about eleven at night. We then went to our barracks — 
 comfortable ones, with wooden bunks and straw mat- 
 tresses. The next day the Lieutenant-Colonel Inspector 
 of the embarkation camp inspected our regiment and 
 we were ready to sail for home. 
 
 Genicart was the first camp which afforded us any 
 professional amusement. The Young Men's Christian 
 Association had several fine performers and movies 
 every afternoon and evening. We could have coffee, 
 sandwiches, doughnuts and cookies daily from nine in 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH ii 
 
 the morning until nine at night — so the one week's stay 
 was rather pleasant. 
 
 PAUILLAC 
 
 Our next destination was Pauillac, and the journey to 
 this place was very disagreeable. We were carried on 
 small lighters, and throughout the entire trip the rain 
 beat upon us, and when, at length, we landed, we were 
 drenched to the skin. To add to our discomfort, we 
 were quartered in a large building which had been 
 used as a factory for the construction of hydro-aero- 
 planes. It was nearly a glass structure, and many of 
 the panes were broken, allowing the wind and rain to 
 come through, rendering it impossible to occupy certain 
 parts of the building. Fires were of little use. In 
 order to keep warm, extra blankets had to be supplied. 
 We spent about two weeks at Pauillac, and were fur- 
 nished with entertainment in the large theatre. There 
 was also a Young Men's Christian Association, which 
 had a canteen, and in addition a Knights of Columbus 
 building. All these places were continually crowded, 
 as the camp at this time contained approximately ten 
 thousand men. Our stay at Pauillac soon came to an 
 end. We were there exactly two weeks, when we found 
 ourselves, at last, marching to the docks to embark. 
 We were carried by lighters to the United States trans- 
 port "Madawaska." 
 
 HOMEWARD BOUND 
 
 The journey was a long, rough and tedious one. 
 After fifteen days on the briny deep, we arrived at 
 Newport News. The day was clear and warm, and 
 
12 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 every aspect of nature seemed to add to our happiness. 
 At last, we landed amidst the exultation and rejoicing 
 of the people at the pier and, indeed, our own joy at 
 having once again set foot in God's country, was not 
 ordinary. As we marched to Camp Stuart the air re- 
 sounded with song and cheer. 
 
 At Camp Stuart we were again deloused and were 
 then ready to proceed to Camp Eustis, our old "hunting 
 ground." Everything was now prepared for demobili- 
 zation, and the men were told that they would be sent 
 in small groups to the camp nearest their homes. Coin- 
 cident with this announcement, an epidemic of mumps 
 broke out, and we were quarantined for two weeks. 
 Finally, through the efforts of Majors McDonald and 
 Atkin, the quarantine was lifted and demobilization 
 began. 
 
 The happy men left in small groups for the camps 
 nearest their homes, and everywhere were heard the 
 last "good byes." Addresses were rapidly copied in a 
 last effort to keep in touch with friends, shouting, cheer- 
 ing and singing, added to the closing features of the 
 one-time Forty-seventh Artillery. Thus there passed 
 from the active service of Uncle Sam back to civil life 
 a body of men improved in mind and health, better 
 fitted than ever to take up their work of Americaniza- 
 tion and taught by experience the most valuable treas- 
 ure of all — the methods which may best be employed 
 for the general uplift of their fellow-citizens and com- 
 panion soldiers. 
 
"I guess France ain't what she used to be." 
 "No, and, by , she never was 1" 
 
SCENES IN FRA.NCE. 
 
^oetrp hp ttie l^egiment 
 
 Our Experiences in France. . . .Corp. Fred. S. Peabody 
 
 The Soldier Ben Jackson 
 
 Autocracy Dethroned Ancil Cyde Shofner 
 
 A Wagoner R. L. E. Tognazzini 
 
 Official Dope Ancil Clyde Shofner 
 
 The Rats M. Crowley 
 
 Victory for Civilization Ben Jackson 
 
 Some Phrases Heard in France G. W. S. 
 
 The Three Mischief Makers M. Crowley 
 
 The Naughty Motor Truck Anonymous 
 
 Mack and Slemen M. Crowley 
 
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14 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 '©ur (Experiencesf in Jfrance/' 
 
 Our country's call we've answered well, 
 
 And we're homeward bound our tale to tell. 
 
 Some are draftees, some volunteers. 
 
 And aged from teens to fifty years. 
 
 Most ev'ry state we represent; 
 
 From varied work to war we went. 
 
 We think the Kaiser was advised 
 
 That in France we had arrived. 
 
 Of course he knew it was no use 
 
 To buck us, so he called a truce. 
 
 (Leastways, that's how we feel — 
 
 Just 'mongst ourselves, as though 'twas real). 
 
 But, friends, all joking, laid aside, 
 We are entitled to some pride; 
 We're members of the A. E. F., 
 And for the cause would fight to death. 
 But, though we ne'er faced gas or shell 
 Of rain and mud we sure can tell. 
 
 It was at Brest that first we stuck 
 Our feet in sticky slimy muck; 
 An awful place to have a camp, 
 So cold, sloppy and awful damp. 
 That half us did not get the "Flu" 
 Was a wonder ('tween me and you). 
 
 They said the camp was one for rest, 
 Which was camouflage at its best. 
 Always up long before t'was light, 
 We worked like mules from morn 'til night. 
 Breakfast and supper in pitch dark. 
 Believe me, folks, that was no lark. 
 
 From Brest to Angouleme we rode 
 
 In cars where forty was the load, 
 
 Though there was only room for twenty. 
 
 Of canned "willie" we had plenty. 
 
 The motion of the ancient cars 
 
 Was slow and full of jerks and jars. 
 
 We had just started in to train, 
 
 When "Bill" from war thought he'd abstain 
 
 Against that mighty Khaki wave. 
 
 'Twas the only way that he could save 
 
 The "Fatherland" from rack and ruin, 
 
 And the Yanks his dupes from siewin'. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 15 
 
 One day, we never will forget — 
 I can hear the cheers a'ringing yet. 
 'Twas when the "armistice" was signed, 
 When from war the Boche resigned. 
 The French went wild and so did we ; 
 Our cheers were joined for Liberty. 
 
 Then captains said we're homeward bound. 
 Believe me, folks, some joyful sound 
 Burst from our throats upon that day; 
 But we didn't know we had to stay 
 Listening to rumors three months more, 
 Or p'r'aps instead we would have swore. 
 
 Every now and then we'd move, 
 
 And then our spirits would improve — 
 
 For old Dame Rumor always said 
 
 That to the boat we're being led, 
 
 And that her nose would soon make foam 
 
 As she carried us safely home. 
 
 But such was not our luck we'd find, 
 As to our billets we were assigned; 
 First at Bourg then old Ambares — 
 In unused homes and barns we'd stay. 
 At night on beds of hay we'd lay, 
 Tired from drill or hike each day. 
 
 One day we moved to Genicart, 
 From there for home we would depart 
 As soon as we went through the "mill" 
 And came out all dressed "fit to kill" 
 In new O. D.'s and hobnailed shoes. 
 I'll say that no one had the blues. 
 
 The "Y" at Genicart was grand; 
 
 There by the hour in line we'd stand 
 
 To get that coffee and cookies. 
 
 And a lot of other goodies. 
 
 A cheering word from Mrs. Sloan 
 
 Helped to make us feel at home. 
 
 One rainy morn at 2 a. m. 
 
 The bugle roused us sleepy men. 
 
 'Twas the day we were to leave old France — 
 
 No one dreamed there was any chance 
 
 That a rock lay in our homeward path. 
 
 Or surely there'd been signs of wrath. 
 
 The boys will say that was some walk 
 From Genicart down to the dock. 
 With heavy packs in pouring rain. 
 After all, we'd planned in vain, 
 We did not sail for home at all. 
 And it did make us sour as gall. 
 
i6 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Down the river we sailed on tugs, 
 With disappointment on our "mugs." 
 We left our boats at Pauillac 
 And found our bunks in a great big shack 
 With room for twice five thousand men. 
 We hope to see it ne'er again. 
 
 It was cold and many were sick, 
 About the food we had to kick. 
 The only warmth was at the "Y" 
 Or at the "K. C." right near by. 
 Most ev'ry night there was a show, 
 But anxious hearts made time go slow. 
 
 Well, time wore on and came the day 
 When we at last were on our way 
 To the homeland, far across 
 The sea where so much has been lost, 
 But now was free of submarine, 
 And free for all to plow its green. 
 
 The trip was rough, and mighty waves 
 
 Tossed us about on worst of days. 
 
 On the fifteenth day we spied some land — 
 
 Cape Henry with its welcome sand. 
 
 Our hearts were filled with joy and pride. 
 
 Glad to end the tedious ride. 
 
 A few days then at Stuart we stayed. 
 And had "boo koo" eats, long delayed. 
 Then back to Camp Eustis we moved, 
 A camp that we always have "loved," 
 Yet a fit place for us to bury 
 Our mem'ries of Brest and be merry. 
 
 In closing, friends, just let me say 
 That we never knew a happier day 
 Than that when we our discharge took. 
 And headed for that sacred nook 
 Where royal welcome waited us, 
 And bugle calls no more we'd cuss. 
 
 Corporal Fred S. Peabody, 
 Hq. Co. 47 Arty. CAC. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 17 
 
 Stirred in a mighty conglomerate hoard, 
 Distinguished by naught but a name ; 
 Cherished by none, but imbittered and bored, 
 By those who see all men the same. 
 
 Man among men who are pushing ahead 
 The grimness of war stamped on each 
 Soul among souls that are hardened and dead 
 They hear not though hard you beseech. 
 
 Thus runs the wail of the lonesome recruits 
 When first they encounter the hell 
 Soon to find out that our men are not brutes 
 And join in the fight with a yell. 
 
 There's demons of death! and evangels of peace! 
 They're saving the world from its blight. 
 Guarding a wonderful try-colored fleece 
 Astonishing the world with their might! 
 
 Ben Jackson, 
 
 Bat. "D. 
 
 9utocratp ©etfjroneb. 
 
 'Tis done ! The reign of kings is o'er. 
 We come to face a better world 
 Where haughty tyrants rule no more, 
 And despots from their thrones are hurled. 
 
 The servant, who, on bended knees. 
 Implored his king for daily bread 
 Nor dared his majesty displease 
 Demands his rights today instead. 
 
 Oh freedom ! Thou art dearly bought. 
 When human lives must pay the price 
 Where all the privileges we sought 
 Were bought, by human sacrifice. 
 
 Well may we boast of liberty 
 
 And all the privilege it can give 
 
 But let us not ungrateful be 
 
 To those who died, that it might live. 
 
 One hundred thousand boys from home 
 Who dared to come and take the chance 
 Are buried here across the foam 
 In an unmarked grave. Somewhere in France. 
 
 Ten thousand mothers o'er the sea 
 Grieve now, for those they can't recall ; 
 For those who died for liberty. 
 Their sons who came and gave their all. 
 
1 8 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Oh mothers! Grieve not for the lost. 
 No nobler work was ever wrought. 
 Be proud of him, forget the cost. 
 He gained the ends for which he fought. 
 
 He helped dethrone the kings of earth, 
 And set the nations free ; 
 And thus exemplified his worth, 
 To human rights and liberty. 
 
 Our gratitude shall never die. 
 And as the future years advance. 
 We'll not forget the boys that lie 
 Beneath the sod, Somewhere in France. 
 
 Ancil Clyde Shofner, 
 Battery "E" 47th Art C. A. C. 
 
 a OTasoner. 
 
 I never thought I'd join the army 
 Till the day when I did see, 
 Our leaders needed soldiers 
 To fight for liberty. 
 
 So through McDowell where I enlisted 
 From there to the Presedio, 
 And there I stayed six weeks awaiting 
 The time to come for me to go. 
 
 But at last we took a train 
 
 The continent to cross, 
 
 To say how long at this camp we'd be 
 
 We all were at a loss. 
 
 And there was formed the 47th 
 
 Of coast artillery, 
 
 At last content that we'd see action 
 
 Across the deep blue sea. 
 
 But in three days I got an order 
 To leave for Fort Monroe, 
 To study up on automobiles 
 And how to make them go. 
 
 And there we had some trying times 
 Fighting the Spanish Flu, 
 But nothing short of death itself 
 Would hold me there I knew. 
 
 I had my mind so thoroughly set 
 That with Bat. F. I'd be. 
 When those boys pulled up to the front 
 To fight for victory. 
 
 Now back to Eustis I did go 
 
 To join my pals again. 
 
 And found them all prepared to leave 
 
 So our hopes were not in vain. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 19 
 
 The "top kick" said now shake it up 
 And turn in all your clothes, 
 And draw your "overseas" equipment 
 Before this outfit goes. 
 
 Next morning we all rolled our packs 
 Put on our hobnail shoes, 
 We took a train about ten o'clock 
 And left for Newport News. 
 
 Well, there we stayed just long enough 
 For a few preparations 
 And everybody had to pass 
 A final examination. 
 
 In this whole big regiment 
 
 I truthfully can say. 
 
 You could not find a single man 
 
 You could persuade to stay. 
 
 We got onto the Re d'ltalia 
 On the 13th of October, 
 And on the voyage going across 
 Were very few stayed sober. 
 
 For kegs of wine someone discovered 
 Down in the old ship's hold, 
 And better wine than this I'll say 
 Has never as yet been sold. 
 
 Things all went so smoothly on 
 Till our competent crew. 
 Fired a shot at some hostile thing 
 Out on the ocean blue. 
 
 Our chasers were right on the job 
 And chased the thing away. 
 But whether fish or submarine 
 'Tis not known to this day. 
 
 I'll bring this poem to an end. 
 When we landed there at Brest, 
 For I dare not put the words in here 
 That would explain the rest. 
 
 But confidently I'll say to you 
 We did not get to fight, 
 For the Kaiser had got wind of us 
 And beat it out of sight. 
 
 If he had not been so speedy 
 In pulling in his horns, 
 Why, Bat. F. would get his goat 
 As sure as he was born. 
 
 Composed by 
 
 R. L. E. Tognazzini. 
 
20 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 <2^ffittal JBopt. 
 
 We landed full of cheer and hope 
 And tho't we'd get a rest 
 Alas! Our hopes went glimmering 
 As we hit the mud at Brest. 
 
 For sixteen hours every day 
 We hoped and prayed in vain 
 For a quick and sure deliverance 
 From the mud and cold and rain. 
 
 At last that cherished hour came 
 We received it with a yell 
 But also the same old story 
 We had made a step toward Hell. 
 
 We trust that though it happened 
 We may never see again 
 Full forty men packed in a space 
 Just big enough for ten. 
 
 At last we cannot grumble 
 For as Sergeant Cole has said 
 They told us we were going 
 And we want to go ahead. 
 
 We hear ten thousand rumors 
 
 From sources all unseen 
 
 From the highest source of knowledge 
 
 To the rear of the latrine. 
 
 The transports are in waiting 
 And the only thing that bars 
 Is the lack of proper orders 
 And the absence of the cars. 
 
 Now the cars have just been emptied 
 And are standing on the track 
 But the Colonel's gone to Paris 
 And we'll go when he gets back. 
 
 Now I got this dope official 
 And this is the explanation 
 The only thing that's holding us 
 Is lack of transportation. 
 
 Well now I heard a sergeant say 
 That claimed to have it straight 
 That we'd leave tomorrow morning 
 Just as the clock struck eight. 
 
SIORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 21 
 
 So we listen to the rumors 
 From morning until night 
 Everyone a-guessing 
 And no one guessing right. 
 
 But let us all be patient 
 When the rumors cease to flow 
 I think we'll pack our outfit up 
 And hit it for Bordeaux. 
 
 Then another week of trouble 
 As we rough it on the deep 
 And a lot of darn disturbance 
 When the quiet ones want to sleep. 
 
 Then we'll greet our native homeland 
 Let us hope for no delays 
 When we'll get our final discharge 
 And go our separate ways. 
 
 And we'll feel that we can face 
 All our comrades on the level 
 Just because we all have gone 
 And been troubled like the devil. 
 
 And we'll meet the smooth hand slacker 
 But we will not stop to scorn 
 For we certainly do not envy 
 Him, the clothes that he has worn. 
 
 So we'll settle down to business 
 At the ending of the strife 
 As we go about our labor 
 In the different walks of life. 
 
 Ancil Clyde Shofner, 
 Battery "E" 4th Art. C. A. C. 
 A. E. F., France. 
 
22 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 In an ancient barn at Ambares there were about 60 of the company- 
 billeted. Here it iwas that the rats began their activities every night 
 about 9 o'clock and kept it up till the sun came out next morning. 
 
 You may talk about your pests 
 
 That are found in woods back here; 
 Or you may think that the hornets' nests 
 
 Would make you shake with fear; 
 But the worst of all our troubles 
 
 In the land of many battles 
 Was the dread of those awful rats 
 
 The dirty, noisy, lousy, stingy brats. 
 
 They came at night when it was dark 
 
 With many a squeak, a squeal and lark; 
 They nibbled your toes in search of food 
 
 Till they made you holler out aloud, 
 They danced and scampered around the floor, 
 
 And kept you awake till half-past four. 
 Curse those bloorain' sons of guns. 
 
 Wish we'd meet them with the huns. 
 The war was over, but still they came, 
 
 Our rest to break it was their game; 
 The German fled before our fire. 
 
 But those demon rats knew no retire. 
 We threw our shoes around the room 
 
 Towards every patter with some boom ; 
 But 'twas no use, they continued their play 
 
 Till relief did come at dawn of day. 
 
 Pvt. M. Crowley, 
 
 Supply Co^ 
 
 "Victor? for Civilisation. 
 
 For centuries these castle walls of France 
 
 Have sent their various echoes rolling back. 
 
 They've watched the march of age; the great advance 
 
 Of man, from all but beast, (who, like the pack 
 
 Would roam the hills, with food his only goal) 
 
 To gentlemen, with intellect and will ; 
 
 More worthy, as a temple for the soul ; 
 
 More strength to crush the vice resisting still. 
 
 Of late has vice encroached on man again. 
 
 That vicious instinct gaining upper hold, 
 
 A relic of the wild barbarian, 
 
 The doom of peace, and countless soldiers bold. 
 
 These mossy walls beheld the vlUians creep 
 
 Upon a nobler race to scatter death. 
 
 They did not win! And no, we did not sleep! 
 
 The Yankees came and brought reviving breath! 
 
 Ben Jackson, 
 Bat. "D."" 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 23 
 
 ^ome $fjrafi(e£; Jleartr in jfrance. 
 
 "You cannot stand there, soldier-boy," 
 First greeted our ears at sea; 
 This saying was common and some kill-joy. 
 For it meant MOVE ON to me. 
 
 "Relieve the wheel and lookout," too. 
 
 Was a favorite stunt of the GOB, 
 
 And the peanut whistle pierced through and through 
 
 Just to tell they were on the job. 
 
 "Land Ho" — seemed good until we found 
 The climate tres movay ; 
 But even Brest had a welcome sound. 
 How about it, F Batteray? 
 
 "Allay, Allay, Toot Sweet, Toot Sweet," 
 The brave American shouts, 
 To drive off pestering Frogs whose feet 
 Move slow in big sabots. 
 
 Also at midnight hour we hear 
 These words in some cafe, 
 When a big M. P. looks in so near 
 To drive me and buddy away. 
 
 "Vin blanc, Vin rouge" we saw and heard 
 And few to drink did lack; 
 But you'll agree we all concurred 
 In toasting "Mamselle Cognac." 
 
 "La Guerre Fennie" means the war is o'er, 
 And we BELIEVED it; but say, 
 Before we reached our native shore 
 "Feenie" meant work hard and no pay. 
 
 "Feenie, Feenie" the froggies cried 
 When they heard the Boche had fled ; 
 But we know somebody must have lied 
 When they kept us in France instead. 
 
 "Adieu" was a word we came to know 
 And were not sorry to hear; 
 After traveling Europe to and fro 
 Our own native soil grew most dear. 
 
 I said, "Adieu" stirred our hearts with emotion. 
 
 And in that last farewell 
 
 There mingled a feeling of deep devotion 
 
 To FRANCE, Land of Sorrrow, where heroes dwell. 
 
 — G. W. S. 
 
24 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Says Doc and Stockie and Crowley one day 
 "We mustn't allow them to fix our bunks that way 
 
 So tonight we'll get them, whether they like it or not 
 And we'll throw Hollis' bunk out into the lot" 
 
 That night when King Hollis thought it time to retire 
 He went to his bunk, but lo! It was not there. 
 
 "The beggers, the brutes the crazy galloots 
 
 I'll get them at reveille before the bugle toots." 
 
 Says Doc and Stockie and Crowley once more, 
 "We'll get them again, this time while they snore; 
 
 So let's go to the "Y" and see us a show 
 And when we come back we won't be so slow." 
 
 They returned to their quarters at half past ten, 
 
 And piled two ton of wood on brother Henschen's den; 
 
 He got very mad and for the first time did he swear 
 For he had to work getting the wood out of there. 
 
 Now Doc and Stockie and Crowley are very good friends 
 And for practical jokes and tricks have no ends; 
 
 So they tipped over the bunks of Schmeiter and Green 
 Till Rinehart assured them they did the job clean. 
 
 Schmeiter was mad and raved like a boar, 
 And swore before morn he'd make some one sore. 
 
 Green said nothing but went to his cot, 
 
 Seeming quite happy with his miserable lot. 
 
 Doc and Stockie and Crowley were not content 
 At having the squad-room without an event; 
 
 They opened the windows and doors, to be sure, 
 That Kelley and Gus might feel insecure. 
 
 They threatened to make an excursion upstairs 
 To start a panic and cause many fears; 
 
 But Reek and his gang wouldn't take any chance. 
 So to avert a catastrophe they prepared in advance. 
 
 At the head of the stairs they placed beaucoup pails 
 Filled to the brim with water and nails, 
 
 And a bum named McKay they placed as a sentry 
 To sound the alarm when the trio made entry. 
 
 But Doc and Stockie and Crowley were wise. 
 So went to the theatre and made goo goo eyes; 
 
 For there at the show were many nice girls 
 
 With faces very pretty and heads full of curls. 
 
 Doc and Stockie and Crowley you'll hear of again, 
 They^re demons you know, don't let them in; 
 
 They'll throw down your bunks, and your blankets too 
 Will be strewn on the floor for fear of the Flu. 
 
 M. Crowley. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 25 
 
 Larson had a motor truck 
 'Twas an English W. D, 
 And everywhere that Larson went 
 The gol darn truck was sure to be. 
 
 It followed him to Bourg one day 
 Which was quite the proper way 
 It made the detail laugh and play 
 To see him back through a French cafe. 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
 iWac anh S)Iemen. 
 
 'Twas in a town called Ambares 
 
 Where we lived in old-time barns, 
 That Slemen and Mac were made K. P.'s 
 
 And told their funny yarns. 
 
 They drank vin-blanc and cognac, 
 
 Vin-rouge and port-Bordeaux 
 To digest their dinner of hard tack 
 
 While Miller searched them high and low. 
 
 Oft they returned with a funny jag. 
 
 To clean the pans and toe the mark; 
 While Slemen washed the coffee bag 
 
 Mac was there with his usual lark. 
 
 Mac and Slemen went out one day 
 
 To get a beer and quench a thirst; 
 Away they went through Ambares 
 
 Each telling the other he'd be first. 
 
 Back they came to the other K. Ps., 
 With Crowley and Rigby to help them along; 
 
 For Doc and Crowley wouldn't let the M Ps 
 Put Slemen and Mac where they didn't belong. 
 
 Now Slemen is cook, God bless the mark 
 
 While Mac is unhappy K. P., 
 They were left in France soon to embark 
 And Crowley and Rigby did the K. P. 
 
 Pvt. M. Crowley, 
 
 Poet Laureate of Supply Co. 
 
26 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 ^mons tlje ({Officers!. 
 
 The sale of band music in Paris and Bordeaux looked 
 up immensely while the Forty-seventh was over. 
 
 The Colonel says that no cook is properly qualified 
 who cannot talk intelligently to a rolling kitchen. 
 
 One job Slue-foot Bill did not complete, was that 
 wild chase after old Ben Fisher out of Amgouleme. 
 Ben had a five-mile start before anybody knew he was 
 out joy riding after "baggage." 
 
 ■•• •»• •». 
 
 Introducing Bill Marcet, of Plaisance, the famous 
 Angouleme wine artist, friend of all thirsty souls. 
 
 Oh! Waters, Oh! Waters where were you that night. 
 
 Capt. Varela's dome took on a more dazzling brilli- 
 ance as he sat there between Ayres and McCoy at old 
 Bill's, and the later you came, the brighter it shined 
 until the Rosee ceased to flow. 
 
 >•• ••• .«. 
 
 Capt. Ingersoll refused to drink any champagne in 
 Angouleme. ''It makes one talk so slushingly." 
 
 Pers. Adj. — I wonder how Hanna and Moyer are 
 progressing after that tilt with Spike Hennessy near 
 Genicart. 
 
 Surgeon — Haven't heard, but that sure was a close 
 shave. 
 
-'''h^7l-X7^-?t. 
 
 "She's a fine ship — after what we came over on, I can hardly believe it." 
 ■'What did you expect? A pair of WATER FINGS?'" 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 27 
 
 "Mai a la gorge — toot sweet" — that is what delayed 
 one of our brave companions in France. 
 
 The surgeon will miss those pleasant inspection trips 
 and loving conversations with Battery Commanders. 
 
 .«• .«. .«. 
 
 The major has agreed to write up an interesting trea- 
 tise on the cultivation of French lettuce as observed in 
 Lieut. Heller's dining-room at Angouleme. 
 
 ••• •»• ••> 
 
 Colonel Gatchell, of Pauillac reports that a syndicate 
 has bought up the "pride of Bath-house Charlie" and 
 is distributing rare turkish baths @ uh ! franc. Such 
 is fame in foreign countries. 
 
 Chaplain Burling got lost in France. We haven't 
 heard from him yet, but hope he escapes from those 
 mademoiselles over there. 
 
 We first discovered Harvey in an obscure little vil- 
 lage beyond the suburbs of Angouleme. He was hobb- 
 ling around on a cane,— Town Major and lord of all he 
 surveyed. 
 
 Now look at him! 
 
 Maybe that's why Hanna remained a bachelor. 
 
 Weiser, we congratulate you on your decoration. Our 
 
 hero! 
 
 «•• ••• .«• 
 
 Major Jemison wants to know who in Sam Hill put 
 that regiment on the train in the cold, gray, dawn at 
 Angouleme. Whoever it was, he got the "wish-bone 
 where the back-bone ought to be." 
 
28 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Valera counted fifty-three gondolas, but the R. T. O. 
 counted fifty. A slight discrepancy, but Oh! what a 
 rumpus when Ingersoll was left out in the cold. 
 
 Did anyone ever see that R. T. O. count accurately 
 anyway? 
 
 Conroy and Carl spent entirely too much time on the 
 pier at Brest guarding baggage. The poor boys would 
 stand out in the cold mist night after night faithfully 
 guarding that baggage. Under no circumstances would 
 they consider leaving their posts even for a little nip at 
 the nearby cafe's, or a talk with the bar-maid. 
 
 Enroute to Angouleme. Everybody drunk on the 
 train but the Chaplain; so he was of all men the most 
 miserable. On comes a smart French general and sits 
 down near Lieutenant Wilson. So far; so good. Then 
 all of a sudden somebody had to go and spill the 
 beans! ? ! * ! Result: Forty-seventh regiment dis- 
 graced — Chaplain mortified! 
 
 Major A — "Will you or will you not move that 
 kitchen?" 
 
 Captain V — "Not until I get a written order from 
 General Pershing, by gosh! 
 
 La Fitte had a perfectly good battalion parade started 
 at Angouleme. 
 
 Pass in review: Squads Right; March. 
 
 Just then somebody had to butt in at the most critical 
 moment and ruin the whole show. Such is life in the 
 army. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 29 
 
 Col. Moore wore out one pair of boots and one per- 
 fectly good baton, and chewed up an entire case of gum 
 before we lost him near Lacorneau. After getting into 
 that mess the lord only knows what he chewed on. 
 
 No, No, No, says Spear: That's not the way we do 
 in our little armory in Manhattan. 
 
 McBride certainly put away those little "Eau de 
 vies" and other trivial matters. But he always had to 
 take his hat ofif to "Old Man" Bridger; at least, so 
 Bridger says. 
 
 Scene: Main street of Ambares in front of Regimen- 
 tal Headquarters: 
 
 Time: Day of departure for Genicart. 
 
 Several trucks go by like bats out of Hades. 
 
 "Whose trucks are those?" quoth the Colonel. 
 
 "Ours," replied someone. 
 
 Several more trucks shoot by piled up high with 
 equipment. 
 
 "What is that in those trucks, piled up so high?" 
 quoth the Colonel. 
 
 "Looks like packs," someone replied. 
 
 "PACKS!" quoth the Colonel, "What is the meaning 
 of this?" 
 
 Just at that moment Battery E swung gaily around a 
 bend in the road, stepping along at a fine clip singing 
 and whistling. Not a single man was carrying a pack. 
 
 Then OLD GERONIMO RAVED. 
 
30 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 (general 0xhtxi. 
 
 (To Be Taught All Discharged Soldiers.) 
 
 1. To accept my discharge and take all Government 
 property in view and beat it home. 
 
 2. To accept my discharge in a military manner, 
 keeping always on the alert and observing that it will 
 not be revoked before I get out of sight and hearing. 
 
 3. To take the fastest train. Not to stop at any mili- 
 tary post on my way home. 
 
 4. To repeat all rumors that are nearer Headquarters 
 than my home. 
 
 5. Not to quit civil life after being properly dis- 
 charged. 
 
 6. To receive, believe and pass on to my children all 
 statements confirming General Sherman's idea of war. 
 
 7. To talk to no one about re-enlisting. 
 
 8. In case of the presence of the recruiting officer, to 
 sound the alarm. 
 
 9. When I am at my girl's home, allow no soldiers 
 or gobs on or about my post. 
 
 10. In all cases not covered by instructions, to claim 
 exemption. 
 
 11. To salute all officers who aided in obtaining my 
 discharge, and all Budweiser and Brandy in sight. 
 
 12. To be especially watchful at night and to allow- 
 no one to pass without buying a drink. 
 
BATI 
 

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 ANOTHER TRANS-ATLANTIC FLIGHT 
 'Hello, fellows, you guys going to FLY home?' 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 31 
 
 
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 -••••-•-••••-••••»•-• 
 
 -a 
 
 N August 22, 1918, there came a call to the 
 various camps of the country for a number 
 of men to assemble at Camp Eustis, Va., to 
 compose the Forty-seventh Regiment of the 
 Coast Artillery Corps. In response to the call, men 
 from these camps made hurried preparations to leave. 
 Throughout the camp limits of Fort Hancock, New 
 Jersey, Fort Terry, New York, and a few more, men 
 could be seen throwing bundles of equipment together 
 and making the pack for "heavy marching order." 
 
 It was a hot morning on August 23 when we were 
 called for general inspection. This being ended early 
 and a "double-time" dinner served, the train was filled 
 with "Old Dominion" soldiers and was soon on its way 
 to Virginia. 
 
 Two o'clock in the afternoon of August 24 troops 
 began to arrive in the camp, and by August 26 the roster 
 of Battery "A" was complete. 
 
 Upon our arrival in the new camp the first thing to 
 be considered was organization. That this might be 
 accomplished, we made ready to march to quarters. We 
 ''fell in and counted off" by the old rusty railroad track; 
 then we were marched to our quarters, about a mile 
 away. At this place our trouble began. We moved 
 into all the wooden buildings on both sides of the street. 
 But finally there came a roll-call, and we were assigned 
 
32 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 to our different batteries. The assignment was com- 
 pleted on the evening of August 24. Our officers were 
 Captain McBride, Lieutenant Lonsdale and Lieutenant 
 Bridger. The non-commissioned staff was assigned and 
 Sergeant Deegan became First Sergeant on August 24, 
 
 Being tired after our first day's work, we soon fell 
 asleep. After what seemed to us a few minutes, we 
 heard three blasts of the whistle. Sergeant Rebow's 
 footsteps were heard and then came the call, "Every- 
 body out!" We came out in an excited manner. It 
 couldn't be morning; was it a fire? Buskell came run- 
 ning out without his leggings; all we could see of 
 Drummond was the stump of a finger protruding 
 through the window, the rest was soon to follow. We 
 "fell in, right dressed, counted off," and then ran for 
 mess. This interested us more than reveille. We had 
 salmon that morning. Shannon helped matters some; 
 he had a can of jam that had been opened two days. 
 Stump, who can eat almost anything, gave it a trial. 
 Hanley said : "I like jam, but"- Zing! the whistle! 
 
 Sunday! Three blasts of that whistle. This whistle 
 was anything but a soldier's friend. "Fall in!" A lit- 
 tle military instruction. Sergeant Scully had charge 
 of one section and he asked for experiences. "Tell some- 
 thing that ever happened to any of you." Frees started. 
 "I — I — was on, on." "Stand up like a soldier when 
 you talk to a non-commissioned officer," commanded 
 the Sergeant. Frees thought it easier to let the story go, 
 so he never finished it. Thirteen men were put to grub- 
 bing stumps. Israel must have thought thirteen an un- 
 lucky number because he soon was over in the Young 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 33 
 
 Men's Christian Association building. The rest of Bat- 
 tery "A" carried iron beds. 
 
 Most of the time for the first two weeks in Camp 
 Eustis we were put on stump details. Button distin- 
 guished himself as a master stump digger. He missed 
 reveille every second morning. It may be said, how- 
 ever, that "first call" came very early, and it took a man 
 with iron nerve to crawl from a soft bunk just to stand 
 at attention for reveille. Button didn't have nerve; he 
 had meat. Bramon came to the front with the pick and 
 shovel. He broke a number of shovel handles — lean- 
 ing on them. He said: "I can't soldier with a shovel 
 and a hoe." Fatigue was followed by a bracer. It was 
 a good one, too. It braced us up two hours and down 
 four. That was guard. "Walk my post in a million 
 different manner." Kalven trotted up and down the 
 guard path ; he saw something coming. It was the Offi- 
 cer of the Day. "Halt!" The officer stopped. Fin- 
 ally, the officer said : "Well, what do you say?" Kalven 
 replied: "What do you say yourself?" 
 
 Aside from guard duty and fatigue, we had drills. 
 Drills came between fatigue. We "fatigued" eight 
 hours a day, but always had plenty of time for drills. 
 We had calisthenics, too. This was a medical sort of 
 affair. Because of its after efifect, we called it "cali- 
 physics." Sergeant Divone was "caliphysician." All 
 this was "clown stunts." I don't know whether we were 
 the clowns or Sergeant Divone. To tell the truth, he 
 looked more like one. We got this all mixed up. Some- 
 how in that mix-up our feet would get twisted and we 
 would do more than was expected. After calisthenics 
 
34 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 came infantry drills. This was the limit. In fact, the 
 drills were limited to two hours between rests. We had 
 ^'squads east and squads west" until we were dizzy. We 
 admit it was strenuous work, but we had to have a cer- 
 tain amount of it before we could sail. Together with 
 this drill, a special schedule was issued. Certain ser- 
 geants instructed certain sections. It was specific in- 
 struction in hygiene and camp sanitation. These classes 
 proved very helpful; everything was discussed from a 
 cut finger to a black eye. Before many hours "Sister" 
 Harrington ran his eye into Bugler Basse's fist and we 
 made use of the instruction. 
 
 Although we, as recruits, found our drills rather 
 tedious and difficult, each day's work together served to 
 create a closer bond of friendship with one another. 
 Each bit of work, every meeting in the street, each meet- 
 ing in the wash-house, all corrtributed toward building 
 friendship, creating respect, moulding a soldierly love 
 until we were bound together in a bond of warm friend- 
 ship and fellowship. 
 
 Having associated as soldiers for a few days, we 
 conversed with one another freely, exchanged confi- 
 dences and learned each other's ideas on various sub- 
 jects. These days and evenings spent together consti- 
 tuted the beginning of fellowship and made camp life 
 worth living. 
 
 About this time there came a change of officers. Our 
 Captain was transferred, and later the other officers 
 were also transferred. August 28 brought Captain 
 Chappel; September 19, Lieutenant Curtin; October i, 
 Lieutenant Tarnerand; October 3, Lieutenant Facki- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 35 
 
 ner. These were our permanent officers. The com- 
 mands must come from a new stafif. 
 
 Everything moved on as before. Friendship grew; 
 all v^^ere friends. We were all soldiers together. Camp 
 Eustis furnished a lot of material for conversation. 
 Usually the mess line was a place to discuss our neigh- 
 bor. That mess line was a complicated affair. Ting! 
 the whistle. "Fall in for mess!" Everybody ran over 
 everybody else. Soon the jam and jar was over and we 
 had more jam in the mess line than in the mess hall. 
 De Santis got loud and said : "When do we eat?" And 
 by the time he had finished "Red" Downing sang, "And 
 the meals I got away with back home!" "Get in line 
 
 there, what the !" That was Nye. Then Lautz, 
 
 poor Lautz, the educated faker, "back on the end of the 
 line for you." And we were all friends. The mess- 
 line gossip changed a little one day. Usually the Mess 
 Sergeant was the topic. "Sergeant Steponaitisis is feed- 
 ing us." 
 
 We had a little more detail — five men went on 
 kitchen duty every day. Private Glaser liked the 
 kitchen. Always about his work he could be heard 
 ■singing "Beautiful K-K-K-P, wonderful K-P." "Wash 
 these pans, Glaser," was added by Cook Schneider. We 
 were not K. P.s all the time, however, for there were 
 days of rest. These were termed "holidays." Most of 
 these were "holi-evenings." 
 
 Supper being over, the evening recreation began. Up 
 
 the broad, hard and partially dusted road, soldiers could 
 
 be seen walking in groups. Occasionally they were 
 
 jnated off in pairs. There were Corporals Most and 
 
36 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Lang, Sergeants McNamara and Kummer. It was a 
 walk for pleasure. Every few steps brought men along 
 from Battery "A." They were our boys and we were 
 proud to walk and talk with them. Besides our even- 
 ing walks, the squad rooms were often places of pleasant 
 association. After retreat many of the boys gathered 
 together and conversed on familiar topics. Often, after 
 the local happenings had been discussed, we would slip 
 back for a little while to the long ago. Some memory 
 of a fellow's sweetheart who had so proudly given that 
 boy to her country, would escape his lips, and, gazing 
 about, he would break into an old-time melody and 
 walk to his bunk. We were far from home and would 
 go much farther. Home was much talked about; Mul- 
 holland gave a story from the Central North; Blanton 
 and Mack, from the Far West; Corporals Newport and 
 Wagoner, with a real homelike story from the Sunny 
 South, and Cataldo, with a last and forgotten sweet- 
 heart of the East. This made us realize who waited at 
 home to welcome the victorious soldier. There is a 
 tender chord of sympathy in the heart of every man, 
 even though he is serving in the capacity of a soldier. 
 It was those evenings spent together that aided all of us 
 to respect and revere that high principle of humanity — 
 our country first, last and always. 
 
 After such pleasant association we would slip off to 
 bed, there to slumber and to dream of things in the long, 
 long ago. Perhaps tomorrow was inspection or a hard 
 day's work. We did not care ; we were very happy. 
 
 The life was far from melancholy. We had several 
 things to occupy our minds, even on holidays. Usually 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 37 
 
 Saturday and Sunday were holidays, save for inspec- 
 tion, which occurred at nine o'clock Saturday morning. 
 Inspection included that of rifles, equipment, clothing 
 and quarters. Immense enjoyment was found in the 
 celebration of these days. Labor Day was one of the 
 extraordinary holidays. We dug ditches all day. 
 Young said : "This man's army gets me." That evening 
 "Right Oblique" Moran applied to the First Sergeant, 
 saying: "If the Government had a school to produce 
 ninety-day farmers, he sure wanted to go." 
 
 When we weren't celebrating, we were being enter- 
 tained. The Young Men's Christian Association fur- 
 nished amusement. Battery "A" was fortunate to sched- 
 ule a date for the quartette. That was enough. We 
 had music ever after. The body of singers were en- 
 tirely from Battery "A" — Snowfleit, Donihue, McLaud 
 and Sergeant Johnston — Battery "A" was represented 
 at practically all entertainments. Tat! Ta-ta-ta!! 
 Boom!!! The Forty-seventh band played out in front. 
 This was the beginning of the music that later followed 
 us in our travels. Music puts life in every one, and it 
 certainly did in us. Perkins would leave quarters every 
 evening headed toward the band concert, and he 
 wouldn't return until late. He always returned hum- 
 ming that old negro melody, "Mama's Child." Time 
 passed fast, due to the activities of the various days. 
 Excitement ran high ; prize fights came off; women mu- 
 sicians entertained, and "Yah" was running ever)rwhere 
 with excitement. At these times cares and troubles 
 were forgotten; we were in for pleasure, and we had it. 
 
38 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Among the chorus of music, McLaud's voice brought 
 back memories of the peace of long ago. 
 
 But McLaud was not to stay with us; he was soon 
 afterwards transferred as a casual. Together with him, 
 we left eleven others, men who gave all they could that 
 Battery "A" might live and be a success. Although 
 these men were forced to stay behind, we feel sure that 
 their bit was a complete success in America. 
 
 The casuals left us. Hasty preparations were made 
 to go "overseas." Sergeant Taylor soon got the equip- 
 ment. Old Camp Eustis itself took life. All our guns 
 were mounted, and how we practiced ! Corporal Cohen 
 went down the road saying to himself, "Look at me, a 
 real gun-pointer." Gas drill followed, being the last 
 of our training in America. 
 
 Already and "rarin'" to go! October ii, at 5.35 in 
 the afternoon, the old barracks were empty, for we were 
 then five minutes on the way to Camp Stuart. Adieu 
 to Eustis! It was only a few hours until we landed at 
 the embarkation camp — Camp Stuart. Many of us fig- 
 ured on several days' stay, but this was not the case; we 
 marched to the dock the afternoon of October 13. Did 
 the Red Cross bid us farewell? True enough, we were 
 fed cakes and drank our fill of coffee. What transport 
 was this? It was the "Zeelandia." 
 
 Up the gangplank and soon we were standing near 
 our individual bunks. True, the spraying of throats 
 was peculiar, but each one got his "shot." 
 
 Transport life couldn't go along without "details." 
 It seemed as though sergeants and sailors ran every- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 39 
 
 where. The sergeants asked everyone if he had a job. 
 Nine o'clock found us all on detail. Mallick just jug- 
 gled potatoes; Loew flooded the deck, and Greenstein 
 scraped the floors. 
 
 Life on the water ended. October 26 Doland said: 
 "Landsnakes, I see land." It was good to put those two 
 eyes on something more solid than water. 
 
 About nine o'cock in the morning, October 26, the 
 ''Zeelandia" dropped anchor at Brest. A great change 
 could be seen, and this was made manifest by the smile 
 on the face of Sergeant Fullerton. We realized land 
 was a very wonderful thing, and everyone was anxious 
 to set his "hobnails" on French soil. Who was to be 
 the first man off? We are not sure, but to judge by the 
 appearance of the men in the mess line, Sergeant Plenge 
 was first. Details! We almost forgot to mention that. 
 Eight men were left with Corporal Reese to clean the 
 troop's space. Corporal Reese let a man out of a detail 
 once, and by that we surmise he is a good soldier. 
 
 By three o'clock in the afternoon most of us were 
 loaded in a small tug and hurried to our space on land. 
 While making this trip we heard the French language 
 for the first time. "Red" Baily tried it out with a 
 Frenchman by saying: "We, we." Many of the little 
 *'kids" came around our boat, that they might secure a 
 few pennies. Petty John said he "generously gave a 
 few pennies." 
 
 After the short trip the battery lined up in the main 
 street and in the usual way marched off toward the 
 much-longed-for "rest camp." Oh, that hike 1 Turner 
 
40 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 covered off McCreary, and Turner was asking whether 
 "the man was going with the pack, or the pack with the 
 man!" Sergeant Cohen said the pack had the man. 
 Our hike was up the hill, down, over, and then — the 
 pedlars: their cries of *^nuts," "candee," "cigarette," 
 made us take notice. Vincent gave his full supply. 
 Other Sammies had traveled that route before. That is 
 evident, because as we passed through the outskirts of 
 the city two little girls greeted us with the song: "Hail, 
 hail, the gang's all here." Traveling overseas is very 
 tiresome ; it was necessary that we have a rest. Brest was 
 the place ; it took but a few minutes to get settled in the 
 mud! Lieutenant Curtain soon had us rounded up, and 
 as a result we were sent for bread. On returning we 
 were sent for shelter half-beds. The sleep was good, 
 and Captain Chappell let us sleep late the next morn- 
 ing. Thanks to our Captain. Dinner late, and details 
 all the rest of the time. After a stay of eight days Fler- 
 derick said : "If the Commander asks me if I need a rest 
 I'll answer: "Sir, I don't believe I do." 
 
 November 3 marks our first experience with troop 
 trains. V^e marched to Brest late at night. A train of 
 box-cars and an engine stood ready. We were divided 
 into sections and were put on separate cars. Up went 
 every pack and we were soon loaded. Sergeant Scully 
 looked around the car, then casually remarked : "They 
 put eight horses in here, but just now we have forty 
 men." Cantor was longing for good United States 
 Pullmans, but he always takes the joy out of life. Act- 
 ing Private Piper invited us all to "snap out of it," and 
 at that the train pulled out. Sergeant Fitzgerald said 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 41 
 
 he "never found joy in being crowded in like sardines," 
 but we wonder if Fitz ever complained of being crowd- 
 ed on a settee? Sleep was a thing to be desired, but 
 not to be had. Under one condition we were able to 
 obtain a little of it. Twelve would sleep for two hours, 
 and then be relieved by twelve more. 
 
 We were up early the next morning and ready to eat. 
 Briscoe began to speculate on the mess, but we have to 
 hand it to Mack; he said "canned willie and vin." 
 Mack was right. It made but little difference how un- 
 pleasant we spent the night, we gradually crowded into 
 the doorway to see the country. Fuqua "allowed" the 
 country was all right, but it was the people in it, and 
 said he never could learn French. Corporal Duffy 
 thought we were all right, and I suppose we were; but 
 we discovered that the train had made some of our men 
 dizzy! Perhaps we did not have enough room. Gluck 
 thought so. The square-wheeled train rolled merrily 
 on. At eleven bells on the afternoon of November 4 
 we arrived at Angouleme. We were glad that, at last, 
 we were there. 
 
 Every one marched through the gate, then through 
 several streets, and then into the best camp in France. 
 After the life in the tents it was like a palace here. Gee, 
 the packs ! They were heavy, but we did not hesitate 
 to go up the stairway to the fourth floor and into the 
 four rooms. It was comfortable in every way, and 
 soon the shelter halves and blankets were made into a 
 bed. This wasn't a sleep in heavy marching order this 
 time. Fetzer said the beds were better than the ones 
 he had at home ; he could not roll off these. Well, even 
 
42 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 at that, it was a pretty good floor, and Blass said it was 
 "goode," so we must conclude it was. We did not have 
 any detail the next morning, that was unusual, too ; we 
 were permitted to sleep! We got up at noon. The 
 afternoon was rainy and miserable, so we did not have 
 any drills; most of us spent the day in the Knights of 
 Columbus rooms. The second day brought forth new 
 duty schedules. It rained almost all day, so we had 
 some indoor instruction. Here Sergeant Bunner ex- 
 emplified himself in an eloquent way. "Do what I say, 
 and your kicking afterwards." Rhea never enjoyed in- 
 structions, and not many of us in Battery "A" did. We 
 would much rather go where there was some excite- 
 ment; it looked at that time as though we all wanted to 
 go to the Western Front. We worked and toiled that 
 we might do so; but it seems that the infantry we got 
 was useless. Brady said: "This squad's east and west 
 gets my goat." Erskine said that he hoped it would 
 some time be over, and we sincerely hoped that wish 
 would come true. We were told about the "big guns" 
 and what they would do; but we learned that it took 
 time to master all this, and we labored on, that our de- 
 sires might be realized. 
 
 The squad room was a clubroom ; every one gathered 
 between drill periods and in the evenings to discuss the 
 rumors that had been heard. Pleasure filled our hearts 
 and wine our stomachs, or at least the canteens. Talk 
 and argument was the bulk of entertainment. Mack 
 and Button slept side by side, but Lawer kept them in a 
 friendly mood. Many of the arguments were interest- 
 ing, too ; we are forced to say that Sergeant Scully was 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 43 
 
 never defeated in a discussion. Corporal Fleming said 
 he almost lost on one of Scully's points. 
 
 A real prize fight took place at this little town of 
 Angouleme. It wasn't with the French champion, 
 either. It happened at mess. "Sister" Harrington 
 tried to buck the bread line on Marchese, and as a result 
 be hit a real fist. "Sister's" eye turned four colors. It 
 was fighting Battery "A," sure enough. Sergeant Dee- 
 gan said it was next in fame to the "Old Soldiers' 
 Home." We had good eats in Angouleme — French 
 fries, beefsteak and "vin blanc" could be had in any 
 cafe in town, and they were plentiful. Adams came 
 home one night all excited and spluttering: "Weell, 
 byes, I've had twelve splates of spludes." Good conduct 
 cards were given while the discipline was good; we 
 could all be found dusting and brushing and discussing 
 the right-hand salute, that we might still retain that 
 little pleasure which was ours. 
 
 On the night of November 9 Corporal Most raised 
 up in bed looking excited: "What the deuce is that 
 noise?" "The eleventh hour and peace," someone said. 
 "Say, boys, just when do we go home? War was over! 
 Lieutenant Sifert, who was assigned to us in Angelene, 
 told us to get ready to move homeward. "It's like this, 
 men, we are just marking time." Now rumors of all 
 kinds began to fly. 
 
 The move, supposedly toward home, came December 
 3. We pulled stakes and went into Cantor's Pullmans 
 again. We went on to a "Bourg." Bourg was some 
 place. There was some real sociable people in it, but 
 far too many people for such a small town. The sol- 
 
44 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 diers took possession of the town. Conditions were 
 crowded, so part of us moved to the country. "No vin 
 blanc, no traivallet." Lieutenants Curtin and Tanner 
 were in charge. For a while some of us had to do with- 
 out a Curtin. 
 
 Football took up some of our time while we were 
 here. Corporal Mura distinguished himself as an all- 
 around athlete. One game scheduled with Headquar- 
 ters was canceled because of the mud. It was so muddy 
 that the band couldn't play. That hurt Horn's feel- 
 ings, too. 
 
 We were to be home Christmas, but, instead, the holi- 
 day was spent on the farm in Bourg. The goose would 
 pierce your stomach. We certainly had a great feed — 
 goose stuck out of Sergeant Deegan's eyes. What would 
 we sooner have had than goose? More goose. Yes, 
 and our wine was the gander. Coburn used a lot of the 
 gander, while Murray used the goose. It was all over. 
 Now W. P. Snyder and Stapff wanted to play football, 
 but Hogan made it a game of marbles. 
 
 January i, New Year's Day, was likewise celebrated^ 
 yet dinner was not eaten on the farm. Bourg, by De- 
 cember 27, was without her soldiers, for we had 
 packed our light marching packs and drifted away to 
 HOME. But "home" proved to be Ambares. Thing's 
 were different there. We lived in "chicken coops" 
 and barn quarters; some of us here, some of us over 
 there in the field, and some of us in other places. Ser- 
 geant Bunner had one part, Sergeant Markle another, 
 and Sergeant Scully "right dressed" about sixty in an- 
 other place. We graveled a few roads and had some 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 45 
 
 other fatigue. Drilling didn't amount to much. Lance 
 Corporals Button and Cooper distinguished themselves 
 with what little we had. Days came and went, and re- 
 peatedly Sergeant Deegan said: "We leave tomorrow." 
 He finally was right, for on January 21, at 8.30 in the 
 morning, we started for Genicarte. William Kelly said 
 it was a shame to drown all the cooties. 
 
 Genicarte was the "delousing" camp. The hike there 
 was about five miles, and it wasn't any fun carrying 
 those heavy packs, but at last the weight was on the floor 
 of the Y. M. C. A. building. Now we were ready for 
 the mill. 
 
 It was great to get a real bath, but first came the sign- 
 ing of papers. Dunnington said he never filled out so 
 many papers to get a bath in his life. Corporal Bor- 
 kowski was the first man through ; "fine," he said. The 
 way that equipment was thrown at us ! But we had our 
 lives insured. Turk stood outside the exit crying: 
 "Gee, I'm all dolled up, yes, I is." Senger said: "No 
 cooties now — and look at my new long pants!" 
 
 All refreshed and full of life, we returned to the 
 Y. M. C. A. After a few hours' stay, we marched to 
 the barracks, to "stay for a day." As we approached 
 Metcalf looked at the sign post; there he discovered 
 these words, "Permanent Camp." Said he: "We're 
 not going home; we're come to stay." Our new home 
 was the best ever. We had real beds to sleep in; it 
 could be compared with "the old soldiers' home." This 
 was a place to rest. 
 
 Rest! No, not at all. The old detail every day. We, 
 in turn, scraped the cooties oflf of other homeward- 
 
46 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 bound soldiers. Even though we were detailed every 
 day, the camp was so modern that we overlooked the 
 hardships. Heath said a home like this would almost 
 make a man re-enlist. "No, we had occupations in civil 
 life that we wanted to resume," Weiner said, "and a lit- 
 tle girl back home, too; I am anxious about her." "We 
 move tomorrow, and it's home for sure." Lynch said 
 that was what he was expecting. Genicarte had a Y. 
 M. C. A. No. 2. It furnished all kinds of entertain- 
 ment. Sergeant Peatly, sanitary officer, spent most of 
 his time testing the cofifee. It was there in a crowded 
 movie that news came for all of Battery "A" to return 
 to quarters and pack up. The next day we moved. 
 
 The move came very early. At 5 o'clock in the morn- 
 ing we were en route to Bassens. Arriving there, we 
 enjoyed coffee from the Red Cross. Mullen said that 
 the Red Cross was just to his liking, for the girls gave 
 out the stuff. 
 
 On the boat; but no, not the transport, just a tug. 
 "The tug ride was short and soon," Sam Wilson said. 
 Millerschon said: "Not home this time, we're merely 
 marking time." 
 
 We moved into a large sheet-iron building and al- 
 most settled down, but no, we didn't quite settle. The 
 bunks were moved once every day, just to give us some- 
 thing to do. Things in general were in confusion. That 
 we might hold the bunks, our packs were laid on them. 
 One of the boys got only his rifle on his bed ; Walensky 
 came along, saying: "This is my bunk; move this rifle, 
 please." Humiliated by the command of his superior, 
 the poor private moved on. Our stay in Pauillac was 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 47 
 
 only ten days. As far as living conditions were con- 
 cerned, we were set. Though living conditions might 
 not have been classed as the best, we enjoyed them just 
 the same. 
 
 The days were spent, as a rule, in the Knights of Co- 
 lumbus or Young Men's Christian Association build- 
 ings. It was quite warm there and, using the terms of 
 Gillons, 'We could chew the fat all day." If a detail 
 was granted, a sergeant would come and put us to rout. 
 Corporal Duffy was told to report to the first sergeant 
 at the office, but asked, "Wha-fur, I haven't got the 
 ball." The Knights of Columbus, Young Men's Chris- 
 tian Association and Liberty Theatre were much more 
 enjoyable than staying around quarters. Anyone stay- 
 ing there was too handy and was sure to be detailed. 
 
 Inspection every day; that was all right; we were 
 used to that now. What, a new mess officer? Lieu- 
 tenant Wilson, who was assigned to our battery at Geni- 
 cart, took charge of the meeting. Did we eat? Fetzer 
 said : "You have to hand it to Lieutenant Wilson when 
 it comes to eats." We certainly agreed with him. 
 Thanks to Lieutenant Wilson. 
 
 Going home again! Langston was discussing the 
 home-going with Sergeant Johnston. "Well, Langston, 
 we are going home, at last; we are going on the "Mer- 
 cury." "I don't give a damn," says Langston, "if we 
 go home on a thermometer, just so we get there." 
 
 On the evening of January 30 the United States 
 steamship "Madawaska" pulled into the harbor at Pau- 
 illac. This was our transport, at last! All of us were 
 overjoyed at her arrival. McNamara was happy; so 
 
48 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 was Sergeant Deegan. He began pounding "Mac" up 
 with a paper. "Quit hitting me on the head it's not 
 made of wood," said "Mac." The morning of January 
 31 was the happiest moment in Pauillac. We were 
 lined up behind the barracks and already for departure. 
 At this moment came sad news. We learned our Cap- 
 tain was unable to proceed home with us. However, 
 we had his last farewell appropriately given by Lieu- 
 tenant Wilson. He is the one who has great ideas of 
 real food; you know the one we mean. The Captain 
 sent us his "good bye and good luck." So we heartily 
 gave him three cheers as an indication of our apprecia- 
 tion for his treatment to us. 
 
 It wasn't long until we sat on a small tug, patiently 
 waiting to load on the transport. Then came transport 
 life. 
 
 This transport was much more convenient than the 
 "Zeelandia" ; this was settled with one look at the troop 
 space we occupied. To put it like Mickey, "It looked 
 like it was a passenger boat this time." 
 
 At 5.05 in the afternoon we sailed. The trip was to 
 be a long one. Old Battery "A" soon found amuse- 
 ments. Turk, Corporal Cohen, Sanger, Collins and 
 Hackett, and every now and then something would 
 bring Corporal Duffy, and the result — a card game; 
 Corporal Fleming saluting McNamara; Shannon sit- 
 ting on the floor relating his experiences as a talking 
 machine; Sergeant Johnson beating the mess line all 
 the time; and, in addition, the entertainment furnished 
 by the crew, the eats furnished by the Y. M. C. A., 
 and the cigarettes from the Knights of Columbus. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 49 
 
 "Transport, halt!" "What for?" "This is America, 
 men." Reinzie expressed his happy attitude towards 
 the dear country. "When I get that paper I'm through 
 with every one." True enough, we landed at Newport 
 News at eight o'clock in the morning. "Hello, America, 
 we've come back again:" 
 
 JOKES AND APPROPRIATE REMARKS. 
 
 Bailey: "I can arrest you; I'm an M. P." 
 
 •». •*• •»• 
 
 Bass: "I get the rest out of bed and then go back 
 
 myself." 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 Anderson : "Men may come and men may go, but I 
 
 cook on forever." 
 
 ••. .*. '•• 
 
 Berger: "The rest of the soldiers haven't a chance 
 with the mademoiselle around me. I can talk French." 
 
 .». .»• .»• 
 
 Blanton: "So the country goes dry! Pretty soon the 
 
 gout will take full control of mothers-in-law." 
 
 .«. .». .«. 
 
 Beismer: "Some laugh different from I, I snort." 
 
 ■•• »•• ••« 
 
 Arnold : "There's something about me that's long — 
 my smiles. A mile between the first letter and the 
 last." 
 
 Brady: "Sense is a wonderful thing." 
 
 ••> .»• .*• 
 
 Briscoe : "I'll make a dear little soldier for some dear 
 little girl." 
 
50 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Bunner: "I always get shaved by a barber in civil 
 
 life." 
 
 ••• ••• t«. 
 
 Cantor: "I'm very seldom broke in civil life." 
 
 Button^: "I'll believe anything you tell me." 
 
 — ••• f 
 
 Reinzie: "Good by, Army, I'm through." 
 
 .«. .«. •»' 
 
 Cohen, Ike: "Remember the old Ninth Regiment." 
 
 •». .». ••• 
 
 Deegan : "I can't help it, son." 
 
 •*. .*. .«. 
 
 Fetzer: "I wasn't made for details." 
 
 .*. .». .«. 
 
 Fleming: "It's all done at ease, men," 
 
 •*• •»• '»• 
 
 Fullerton: "I never hurt anyone." 
 
 .«. .*. .«. 
 
 McCormick: "Had six meals on the boat — three 
 
 down and three up." 
 
 •«. '»• ••> 
 
 Mellott: "Pipe carving free of charge." 
 
 .•. ••. .«. 
 
 Metcalf : "Keep your top cut." 
 
 ••. >•. >•• 
 
 Miga : "I complain all the time." 
 
 .«• .«. .«. 
 
 Mulholland : "I can talk more than anyone in the 
 regiment." 
 
 Petely: "I don't like living too close to Deegan; it's 
 too handy." 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 51 
 
 Scully: "Pay attention to the roll-call." 
 
 ••• ••• t- 
 
 Stevens: "I'm a mountaineer." 
 
 .«. .«. .•• 
 
 Tisi : "I move slow^ly." 
 
 .». ••« ••< 
 
 Wold: "I'm an expert painter." 
 
 .». ••« .»• 
 
 Kummer: "How about yourself?" 
 
52 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Patter?" ^ 
 
 99 
 
 i 
 
 HEN the boys of the Third, Fourth, 
 Sixth and Eighth Companies at Fort 
 Washington, Md., learned near the mid- 
 dle of July that they were to be organized 
 into a part of what was afterward to become the Forty- 
 seventh Artillery, Coast Artillery Corps, they needed 
 little to convince them then that the first step toward 
 France was shortly to be taken. The many pleasant 
 days spent about the old fort at drills and during recrea- 
 tion hours, the off-days, when happy excursions were 
 made up the Potomac River to Washington City, fol- 
 lowed by hours of sight-seeing, the days of leisurely as- 
 sociation about the old barracks that brought all to- 
 gether as one big family — all were soon to be abruptly 
 terminated, and the time was near at hand when each 
 soldier was to put himself shoulder to shoulder with his 
 comrades and prepare as one big company to face the 
 stern realities of war. 
 
 The days being few before the new battery should be 
 sent away for final training, active steps were taken for 
 immediate preparation to leave. Capt. Frank J. At- 
 wood, of the Forty-eighth Artillery, Coast Artillery 
 Corps, also stationed at the fort, was placed in com- 
 mand of the new battery. He was a man of fine gentle- 
 manly qualities, a splendid leader and an officer of great 
 energy and initiative. Captain Atwood began the work 
 of organization by bringing the new unit up to battery 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 53 
 
 strength. All available men from companies at the fort 
 were transferred, and a detachment of some fifty men 
 were transferred from companies stationed across the 
 Potomac at Fort Hunt. Included among this number 
 were Sergeants H. M. Richardson, Charles Brown and 
 Felix Barrett. Also added to the new battery were 
 Sergeants William Murray, C. A. Ciano, J. O. Morris- 
 sey, and Meyes Seligman, from Sandy Hook, New 
 York, with a few other separate additions. The battery 
 was formed and plans were completed for leaving. 
 
 As a token of esteem in which the boys of Fort Wash- 
 ington were held by the officers and men remaining be- 
 hind, they were given a hearty ovation upon their de- 
 parture. To the stirring strains of band music and the 
 cheers of comrades left behind, the boys were showered 
 with good wishes and good byes as they boarded the 
 train which was to speed them to Camp Eustis, Va.. 
 where they would be joined to other companies of the 
 regiment. The battery was accompanied by Captain 
 Atwood, officer in charge. 
 
 Arriving at Camp Eustis near the last of July, the 
 new battery was quartered with the other batteries of 
 the regiment and placed under new and permanent 
 officers. Captain Joseph B. Varela, of Pittsburgh, Pa., 
 was made battery commander. Other officers appointed 
 were First Lieutenant W. D. McCoy, of Brooklyn, N. 
 Y., First Lieutenant B. D. Ayres, of Lynchburg, Va., 
 and Second Lieutenant D. A. Harris, of Windsor, Vt. 
 
 Two months of long and hot summer days were be- 
 fore the men, in which their time was to be spent in 
 doing "squads right," in hiking, in the manual of arms, 
 
54 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 in learning the tedious and uninteresting processes of 
 laying out and rolling heavy marching equipment^ 
 and in gas-mask drills, which, in the opinion of 
 ders, and in gas-mask drills, which, in the opinion of 
 the most careful of critics, remains the last word in the 
 tiresome, exasperating and unnerving process of train- 
 ing through which a soldier is put before he is officially 
 pronounced fit for modern warfare. 
 
 Despite the fact that every day of the short training 
 at Camp Eustis was to see the regular daily schedule of 
 service drills properly carried out, some time for recre- 
 ation and brief pleasure trips was necessarily afforded. 
 
 The boys were given week-end passes to visit near-by 
 cities, such as Norfolk and Richmond. Some were 
 granted furloughs to make brief visits home. Not 
 among the least of the activities to be mentioned in con- 
 nection with the stay at Eustis was the days of "fatigue'^ 
 spent in helping to complete the camp. Macadamized 
 roads were made, barracks and other buildings built 
 and completed, all of which demanded the service of 
 the battery. Many of the hot days of July and August 
 were spent in using pick, shovel, hammer and saw. 
 
 Camp Eustis proved in the final analysis to be an ex- 
 cellent home for the boys, especially as far as health 
 conditions were concerned. Cases of illness and disease 
 were reduced to a minimum. With pure water and 
 wholesome food, a health record was attained of which 
 the battery might well be proud. During the two 
 months' stay at Eustis only one death occurred in the 
 battery. Near the close of the stay, early in October, 
 when the epidemic of Spanish influenza which gripped 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 55 
 
 the country finally spread to the camp, a number of the 
 boys were taken ill. This seemed impossible to pre- 
 vent, and consequently upon the departure of the regi- 
 ment for France, a number were ill in the Camp In- 
 firmary and it was necessary to leave them behind. 
 
 On account of the havoc wrought by the "flu" in the 
 battery, a number of vacancies occurred when the time 
 came for leaving, and in order to bring the battery up 
 to war strength some new men were transferred to us. 
 The necessary number were secured from the Thirty- 
 sixth and Thirty-eighth Regiments, Coast Artillery 
 Corps, which had arrived at camp early in October. 
 Among those selected from the Thirty-eighth Regiment 
 were Privates Matheny, Coram, Hendrickson, Benetti, 
 Elwell, Spong and Cooper. From the Thirty-sixth 
 Regiment was Private J. E. Harris. 
 
 To attempt to recount the innumerable experiences of 
 the battery while a part of the Expeditionary Forces 
 would be to acknowledge defeat at the outset. One is 
 stirred by a succession of mixed emotions when he re- 
 flects upon the unbroken procession of varied experi- 
 ences, both grave and gay, pleasant and unpleasant— 
 that have daily been a part of the life of the boys away 
 from home. Hence it is possible to touch upon only a 
 few of the experiences which remain as landmarks in 
 the recollection of the trip to France. 
 
 Although deprived of an opportunity to reach the 
 front and to face the shot and shell, something of the 
 hardships and tasks of an army in a foreign land have 
 been shared. 
 
56 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Arriving at Brest on October 26, the boys got their 
 first idea of what camping in the field really was, and 
 during the week's stay at this camp exposure to bad 
 weather and inconveniences and discomforts in general 
 became the part and lot of their lives and experiences. 
 
 Moving to Angouleme on November 6, the situation 
 changed. The battery was comfortably housed in large 
 stone barracks and the time was divided between drills 
 and hiking. One death only occurred in the old French 
 city, namely, that of Private J. C. Barnes. Perhaps 
 the most signal event of interest connected with the stay 
 at Angouleme was the transfer of one of the battery's 
 officers, First Lieutenant B. D. Ayres, who was trans- 
 ferred to the Regular Army. 
 
 At Bourg-Sur Gironde, where the regiment was 
 moved on December 3, two new officers were attached to 
 the battery, First Lieutenant B. A. Fisher and Second 
 Lieutenant R. V. Porter. They both proved to be excel- 
 lent additions to Battery "A." A new feature was intro- 
 duced into the battery at Bourg, namely, athletics. This 
 was taken in charge by Lieutenant Fisher and an "ath- 
 letic council" was organized. A football team was or- 
 ganized and was composed of the following members : 
 Miller, quarterback; Young, fullback; Ciana, right 
 half; Taylor, left half; Latz, right end; Ponter, left 
 end, and Rayle, right tackle; Rostack, left tackle; Ford, 
 right guard; Gibson, left guard; LaPine, center. Sub- 
 stitutes — Kelley, L. L., quarter; Hubble, right end; 
 Walker, halfback; Stute, tackle; Harvey, quarterback. 
 
 The following is a schedule of games played, with 
 scores: Battery *'B" played Headquarters, with a score 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 57 
 
 of 6 to o, Miller making a touchdown. Battery "B" vs. 
 Battery "E", 7 to o, with a touchdown by Miller; Bat- 
 tery "B" vs. Battery "C," 2 to o, with touchdowns by 
 Miller and Latz; Battery "B" vs. Battery "E", o to 13. 
 
 On December 27 the regiment was moved to LeGrave 
 d'Ambares, from where after a short and uneventful 
 stay we moved on January 13 to the Bordeaux Embark- 
 ation Camp, also called Camp Jenicart. Here the regi- 
 ment was prepared to be sent back to the States From 
 Jenicart the men of Battery "B" were conveyed from the 
 Bassens dock to Pauillac on the steamer "Taconey." 
 Here the battery, along with the other batteries of the 
 regiment, was quartered in a naval hydroplane dome. 
 
 On January 31 the "Madawaska" was sighted at an- 
 chor in the Garonne River. Next day Battery ''B," 
 along with the rest of the regiment, boarded the ship by 
 means of lighters. The "Antigony" was monopolizing 
 the dock at this time, and all thought that she would 
 take us home. When the first storm struck the '^Mada- 
 waska" we all wished that we were, indeed, aboard the 
 "Antigony." The battery suffered no hardships on the 
 way home, except severe sea sickness, due to almost con- 
 tinuous storm; a lot of extra guard duty, policing of the 
 entire ship, sailor grub, and no room to sleep. Aside 
 from being a little topheavy and slow, the "Mada- 
 waska" was a good ship. It was taking us home. 
 
 We landed at Newport News, in spite of every one's 
 desire to land at New York, and we soon found our- 
 selves at Camp Eustis, where we came into existence 
 and where we were so gloriously mustered out after an 
 intensive course in stump-digging and landscape gar- 
 dening. 
 
58 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 
 i Patter? '%" 
 
 |E were born on a warm afternoon in early 
 September. Though we all came from 
 Sandy Hook, we found many strangers in 
 the crowd. 
 
 The first officer assigned to our battery was Captain 
 J Edward Jones. Judging by first impressions, we 
 drew the pick of the lot, and we "cottoned" to him right 
 away. Incidentally our judgment was confirmed, and 
 there is absolutely no question but what we had the best 
 "C. O." in the regiment. 
 
 The momentous question to be decided before any- 
 thing else was, "Who is going to be the topper?" The 
 next two weeks were certainly ones of unrest for us 
 "bucks." Each of the sergeants had a day as "acting 
 first sergeant," after which they tried them all over 
 again. They were each trying to convince Captain 
 Jones that "I'm the right one for the job," and they all 
 used different methods. We hardly knew what to ex- 
 pect. About this time we received as an addition to the 
 battery some men from Texas. Among them was a 
 certain Sergeant John P. Sego. Whether his Southern 
 way won the Captain's heart or — well, anyway, he ap- 
 peared one day with the diamond below his three 
 stripes. 
 
 During the infancy of the battery Second Lieutenant 
 George W. McCarter, and shortly after him First Lieu- 
 tenant Charles E. Stimson, were assigned to us. How- 
 
BATTE 
 
 BATTI 
 
II I' 
 
 A QUIET "SOIREE"— CAPTAIN SMALL FAVORS 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 59 
 
 ever, Second Lieutenant McCarter's stay with us was 
 short; why, we never found out. He was succeeded by 
 Second Lieutenant Arthur E. Granberg. The day after 
 Lieutenant Granberg joined us, he and thirty of our 
 boys were sent to the Motor Transportation School at 
 Fortress Monroe. 
 
 Up to this time we had had some "squads east and 
 west," but more details of ditch-digging and laying of 
 board walks through the Virginia mud. Now, how- 
 ever, our training began in earnest on the parade 
 grounds. Our official personnel was completed by the 
 addition of Second Lieutenants White and Martins. 
 
 Early in October we were given our entire overseas 
 outfit. Oh, the hours we spent winding and rewind- 
 ing spiral leggings ! Just before we were ready to leave 
 our full quota was made by the addition of some men 
 from the Thirty-eighth Regiment. We were by then a 
 very cosmopolitan battery. Men from almost all the 
 States and of all nationalities, including the group later 
 famous as the "Fighting Whops of Battery 'C'." 
 
 On October 10 Lieutenant Granberg and our boys re- 
 turned from Fort Monroe. During their stay there the 
 first mortality in our battery occurred. Private Carl 
 Liephiemer caught the "flu" and died in the hospital. 
 
 The next day we left for Camp Stuart. When we left 
 Camp Eustis Captain Jones was sick with the "flu" and 
 could not go with us. We still hoped, though, that he 
 would be able to join us before we sailed. However, at 
 Stuart a new commissioned officer, Captain Forest W. 
 Hanna, was attached to our battery. The "overseas'^ 
 examination the night before we left caused eight of our 
 
6o STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 men to be rejected. We weren't quite sure whether they 
 or we were the lucky ones. 
 
 We now come to one of the saddest parts in our his- 
 tory — our stay in Brest. It was there that we lost Lieu- 
 tenant Granberg, who "went west." Among us he was 
 known as "a prince." We knew that one of our friends 
 had left us, especially those of us who were with him at 
 Fort Monroe. Private Charles A. Kelso also died at 
 Brest, for which another gold star belongs in Michi- 
 gan's service flag. He died doing his "bit" just as sure- 
 ly as though in battle. Also Private E. A. Horton died 
 fighting the "flu." He was a quiet lad, but those of us 
 who knew him felt a real loss. 
 
 Our bodily discomforts there helped to make us 
 mighty glad to leave, even though it was in "Chevaux 8 
 — Hommes 40" cars. The only thing we wish to re- 
 member of Brest is the memory of our comrades who 
 went "home" from there. 
 
 The first week in France we sampled the wines of the 
 country. Our pure-bred Frenchman, Olanie, and the 
 other boys who could speak French were in great de- 
 mand then, they of course not forgetting cognac or rum. 
 Oh no, that was against orders! One of our Italian 
 comrades, Batteta, became so fond of the wine (memo- 
 ries of Italy) that he paid a boy two dollars for a bottle. 
 This he carefully carried all the way from camp to the 
 train. Towards night of the first day's ride he became 
 thirsty and took out the bottle. Immediately all the 
 other thirty-nine boys in the car wanted at least a taste. 
 Everybody was thirsty. Batteta looked lovingly at the 
 bottle, tipped it up and took a long drink. His face reg- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 6i 
 
 istered everything except pleasure. He smelled of the 
 bottle, then gave it a heave out the door and said, 
 "Hump, two dollars for a bottle of cold tea!" 
 
 When we had become settled in Angouleme Captain 
 Hanna gathered us altogether and warned us against the 
 dangers which beset us there. Wine, women and song, 
 it seemed, were plentiful in Angouleme, with a possible 
 shortage only of song. The dangers were real "enuf," 
 as proved by the forfeited "Good Conduct Cards." Our 
 New York boys fell especially hard. The bright lights 
 were the nearest thing to their old Broadway that they 
 had seen for a long time. Even our "N. C. O.'s" 
 couldn't walk the "straight and narrow" as indicated by 
 the downfall of Corporal King, of Indiana, and Cor- 
 poral Blanchard, of Massachusetts. 
 
 It was there that First Lieutenant Conroy joined us, 
 but before we became well acquainted with him he was 
 gone. Presumably he couldn't stand us. 
 
 We celebrated the signing of the "armistice" by get- 
 ting drunk with joy. Then Captain Hanna told 
 
 us the war was over and we were going home soon, and 
 ive believed him! A couple of weeks passed and we 
 decided we would never believe an officer again ! Here- 
 after we must be shown. 
 
 Another "side-door Pullman ride" and we were in 
 Bourg. During the first of our stay here we were to- 
 gether. Later the even-numbered squadrons were taken 
 out to the country and lived a life of ease — and some- 
 times hunger. In town we lived well, spending our 
 mess fund with the aid of Lieutenant Martins and our 
 
62 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 battery interpreter. (Olanie, excuse our smile at the 
 title.) 
 
 Lieutenant Benjamin A. Clarke, the only veteran in 
 our battery, was attached to us here. His gold service 
 stripe made it possible to "kid ourselves along" that we 
 were a regular outfit. We found him of questionable 
 character, though, and this is how it happened: We 
 were hiking along at route step one day, when we were 
 suddenly opened fire on by a machine gun hidden in a 
 clump of trees! We quickly surrounded it and, of 
 course, easily captured it. The complete crew consist- 
 ed of Lieutenant Clarke. He showed due humility and 
 repentance though, and in justice to him we must say 
 that now he is one of our most efficient (especially as 
 mess officer) and best-liked officers. 
 
 On Christmas Eve occurred our biggest battle, called 
 "The Battle of Cognac," or "Our Fight in the Dark." 
 We regret that some of our men were seen to make a 
 hurried and hasty retreat; Private Germiller was on 
 his hands and knees. Our casualties were slight, how- 
 ever, as only two men had to be treated at the hospital. 
 
 Our shoes took a queer habit here of disappearing. 
 Private Shorey brought forward his wonderful detec- 
 tive powers and the culprits were captured. We soon 
 had to address him as "Corporal Shorey." "To the vic- 
 tor belongs the — honor." 
 
 Our would-be athletes had a chance here to get into 
 the lime light. We organized a football team, with 
 Sergeant Phillips as captain. Our star player was Ser- 
 geant Strochan, "the whirlwind halfback." We de- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 63 
 
 feated Battery "D" 7 to o. On Christmas Day Battery 
 "B" defeated us, 12 to o. They had to knock out Ser- 
 geant Strochan, though, before they could do it. 
 
 While we were at Bourg some of our boys were made 
 *'M. P.'s". So far as we could see, all they did was take 
 it easy, carry a zat and go into the cafes we couldn't 
 enter; and all this time we were getting more and more 
 impatient — no nearer home, and nothing but "rumors" 
 as to when we were going. Privates O'Neil and Ed- 
 wards decided they'd wait no longer, and left one after- 
 noon in a rowboat on the ebb tide for New York and 
 home. However, the tide turned and they came back. 
 It sure was tough luck to get that near home and then 
 have to come back! 
 
 When it comes to walking, we are champions, and 
 proved it by hiking the twenty-one kilometers from 
 Bourg to LaGrave d'Ambares without a man dropping 
 out. Our "billets" were sure wonders — an old dance 
 hall, the lofts of three barns, and a barn which we 
 shared with some pigs! 
 
 Our main pastime was watching the trains go by, the 
 funny "Frog" ones, and lots of real, honest-to-goodness, 
 good old U. S. A. locomotives and cars. All you had to 
 do was close your eyes and listen to those whistles and 
 imagine yourself back in "good old United States." 
 Those who didn't care to watch the choo-choos" could 
 go on "bunk fatigue" or play cards (if you could get a 
 pack) . We also had the pleasure ( ?) of going for long 
 hikes. Then word came that we were to go to work at 
 the docks. Nobody seemed to mind going. We're not 
 all "duty dodgers," as shown by the fact that out of 
 
64 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 eighty who went down only forty were found in the 
 "Y" the middle of that afternoon ! 
 
 Our two heart-breakers, Sergeants Gallery and 
 Rucker, were living up to their reputation there, and 
 nobody ever saw them after mess at night. Compris? 
 
 Some of our armament was lost there, namely, the 
 gunboats of Private Spiwak. They tried to stop an au- 
 tomobile, and the result was the transfer of Spiwak ta 
 the hospital. 
 
 Private Maxim about that time decided that he need- 
 ed a vacation, and that if he could hop freights at home^ 
 he could there. So one day the ninth squad had a man 
 missing. A week went by and then he returned. There 
 is always a "comeback" to those little trips. We were 
 all glad he went, though, for we were told all kinds of 
 wonderful stories about the embarkation camps and 
 Bordeaux. 
 
 On our hike to Jenicart we were eyed with envy by 
 all the other batteries, and everywhere met the question^ 
 "Where are your packs?" 
 
 Even the Colonel called the "C. O." and said: "Cap- 
 tain Hanna, where are your packs?" 
 
 "Sent them down by trucks, sir." 
 
 "Where did you get the trucks?" 
 
 ^ ^ tJC tIp *f 
 
 As we cannot divulge military secrets, we can give no 
 more of the conversation. An5rway, we didn't worry, 
 as the trucks were far ahead and there was no way of 
 recalling them. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 65 
 
 Certainly no one in Battery "C" kept any sweaters 
 when we went through the "delousy bath!" Oh, no I 
 The next day proved it: "All those with sweaters, one 
 step forward, march !" 
 
 "Battery, halt!" 
 
 No one ducked detail here, at least no more than at 
 Bassens. Most of the battery could be found around 
 the stove or listening to Private Seymour pound the 
 ivories in Hut No. 7. 
 
 Our "D. D.'s" at Pauillac were divided about evenly 
 between the "K. of C." and the "Y." Our mechanics— 
 Palen, Schulenberg and Walling — did their first real 
 work since they joined the army. "Better late than 
 
 never." 
 
 The trip home on the U. S. S. "Madawaska" was sad- 
 dened by the death of Corporal J. L. Louden. He was 
 a quiet, unassuming lad and one of our most popular 
 "non-coms." It surely seemed like tough luck to go 
 through all we did and then "cash in" when so near 
 home. Battery "C," the Forty-seventh Regiment and 
 Kentucky have lost a fine fellow. 
 
 ROGUES' GALLERY. 
 
 Top Sergeant Sego — Our hope and our salvation — or 
 damnation. 
 
 Sergeant Cox — The only man who wanted to stay in 
 France. 
 
 Private Burke — Looks better since he has been work- 
 ing in the kitchen. 
 
66 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Mechanic Falen — Can make anything if he only has 
 the tools. 
 
 ••> tCa ••« 
 
 Wagoner Rogers — Thinks he'll go back to the stage. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 Corporal Dunleavey — Wounded in action, playing 
 
 football. 
 
 Mechanic Schulenberg — Never drove a nail in his 
 life. 
 
 •#• •#• ••• 
 
 Private Hynes — Smardt, like his fadder. 
 
 .•• .•• •»• 
 
 Private Kellison — Ought to join the police force. He 
 w^as a good "M. P." 
 
 Corporal Entonelli — Had great trouble with his com- 
 plexion in France. 
 
 •«• •»• •— 
 
 Private Bragg — The silver-tongued orator from In- 
 diana. 
 
 Private Zeigler — Pop. 
 
 Private Seymour — Says Battery "C" is a dizzy outfit. 
 
 Is it any wonder? 
 
 .•■ .«. .«• 
 
 Wagoner Sheehy — A changed man since he found we 
 were really going home. 
 
 Cook Schoonmaker — We'll tell the world you are 
 some cook, Dick. 
 
 Sergeant Gallery — Had a very nice time in France. 
 Private Soesman — "Sa-ay, listen fella." 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 67 
 
 Corporal Shorey — Will sing "The Yanks Are Com- 
 ing." 
 
 Private Cannella — Drew his first pay in a year, and 
 he got so excited that he spent it. 
 
 •a. ••• .«. 
 
 Sergeant Clay — Always looking for work, but never 
 does any himself. 
 
 Corporal Rector — He's a jolly good fellow. 
 
 Private Rockett — Always taking the joy out of life. 
 
 ••• ••. ••> 
 
 Private Caruso — Our noted tenor. 
 
 Privates Lampkins and Alovis — The long and short 
 of the battery. 
 
 Bugler Bryant — Knows all the calls and can blow 
 some of them. 
 
 Private Joe Walsh — The rumor king. 
 
 ••. .». •*. 
 
 Private Ronzitti — Made a lot of friends in France. 
 
 ••• ••• .*. 
 
 Corporal Rose — Had an awful time writing some of 
 
 the names. 
 
 f — •— 
 
 Private Kozarkiewinz — Whew! 
 
 Private Baltrusaites — Another one. 
 
 Sergeant Farrell — Showed the people in France how 
 they clean the streets in New York. 
 
68 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Private Germiller — Has done a little of everything, 
 so he says. 
 
 Corporal Holmes — Oh, you Texas! 
 
 •at f f 
 
 Sergeant Long — Has been in the army a long time. 
 Private Plain — ^Will surely miss the Army sick call. 
 
 Private Ray — No, not the movie star, just plain dizzy 
 
 Ray. 
 
 4. .«• .*. 
 
 Private Maxim — "You can't fool me, 'cause I'm too 
 durn sly." 
 
 Private Mitchell — ^Was promoted to the kitchen. 
 
 Private Olanie — French, not Irish. *'Parlez-vous 
 Francais, m'sun?" 
 
 Wagoner Merrick — "Oui, oui." 
 
 Sergeant Strachan — Jim Thorpe's only competitor. 
 
 Mechanic Vanderveer — A butcher in civil life, that's 
 the way in the army. 
 
 Corporal Mosel — ^Just getting over the trip to France: 
 when we started back. 
 
 Private Lawson — A Boston bean. 
 
 Wagoner Murray — Another. 
 
 Private King— "Back home in Indiana." 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 69 
 
 Private Blanchard — Left us on a hike one day; he 
 thought he recognized a French Jane. 
 
 Private Allan — Who wanted to stay in France. 
 
 Private Pohlman — Gave us each an extra piece of 
 
 bread on Christmas. 
 
 .•• >•• >•. 
 
 Private Raymond — Makes a lot of noise for a little 
 fellow. 
 
 Sergeant Phillips — "Turn in all your stockings by 
 Tuesday." 
 
 Sergeant Murphy, Private A. T. Murphy and Pri- 
 vate L. Murphy — Sounds like the old Sixty-ninth. 
 
 •#• ••• ••• 
 
 Private Nett — One of the small dealers. 
 
 Wagoner Corlew — "All bound round with the Ma- 
 son-Dixon line." 
 
 Sergeant McNamee — Our Clearfield, Pa., represen- 
 tative. 
 
 The Thomas Brothers — Both corporals, too. 
 
 Private Valentino — Our acting chaplain, once. 
 
 Sergeant Taylor — The man responsible for what we 
 ate — and didn't eat. 
 
 Private Stancliff — Some fringe on your upper lip, 
 Charlie. 
 
JO STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Corporal St. Germain — Anxious to get back to the 
 
 farm. 
 
 >^ •*> ••» 
 
 Cook O'Grady— The least said, the better. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 Privates Sheets, O'Neil and Edwards — "Sailing 
 down the old Green River on the good ship, Vin Blanc." 
 
 Private Greenfield — The battery tailor, much in de- 
 mand. 
 
 ••. ••> >•• 
 
 Private Pelliguno — The battery barber. 
 
 ••> «•• •— 
 
 Sergeant Harrigan — "Take me back to New York 
 
 Town." 
 
 .«. .»> «•• 
 
 Wagoners P. F. Paquet and E. J. Paquetti — The 
 
 skipper could even learn which was which. 
 
 .*• .». .*. 
 
 Private Rabinowitz — Responsible for many of the 
 
 rumors we heard. 
 
 .«. .*• .(. 
 
 Corporal Robidoux — Had a lot of trouble getting 
 American cigars in France. 
 
 Sergeant Rucker — "In the Blue Ridge Mountains of 
 (West) Virginia." 
 
 .«• .•• ••! 
 
 Private Saillor — Should have been in the navy. 
 
 ••< .•• .*• 
 
 Priate Holstrom — Can't keep him away from the 
 kitchen. 
 
 Private Knight — Didn't get a commission, so they 
 made him a K. P. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 71 
 
 Cook Sales— "No seconds." 
 
 »»t 'W •*> 
 
 Private Schneider — Cigarette Jim. 
 Cook Sullivan— Chef de cuisine. 
 
 Sergeant Weidenhamer— "Hey, you fellas, snap out 
 
 of it!" 
 
 .•> .*. .•• 
 
 Private Bruno — Can speak a little English. 
 Private Shaw— The Peekskill cut-up. 
 
 Sergeant Olcheski — From Ohio. 
 
 .«. .». ••« 
 
 Corporal Stromquist — Has had enough of the army, 
 he admits it. 
 
 *•• ••• ••• 
 
 Private Wagner— Fatty Arbuckle's double, and a 
 scrapper. 
 
 Corporal Greene, Privates Brown and White— The 
 
 colors of the battery. 
 
 .*. .•> .•« 
 
 Our first guard at Angouleme furnished us with nu- 
 merous thrills. Among the inmates of the guard-house 
 were some veterans of the front. We were told they 
 were original, dyed-in-the-wool rough-necks and "hard- 
 boiled guys." As is usual, one of the smaller men al- 
 ways gets the hardest post. Wagoner Paquet was given 
 No. 2, inside with the prisoners. Our rifles had no 
 bayonets and the shells for them were conspicuous by 
 their absence. Incidentally, the prisoners knew just 
 how well we were armed. Imagine poor Paquy when 
 
72 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 they crowded around him with their lovely stories of 
 what they had done to Germans, and others, with em- 
 phasis on the others. As a result of imbibing forbidden 
 cognac, some of the prisoners "let loose" in the early 
 evening. Immediately after the guard-house resem- 
 bled Bedlam much more than an orderly military insti- 
 tution. One of them tried to scale the outer wall. Two 
 others were fighting, and the blood was flowing freely. 
 We'll tell the world the next hour or so were some ex- 
 citing! Reinforcements arrived in the shape of more 
 men and a couple of loaded automatics. Immediately 
 thereafter quiet reigned again. There were no serious 
 after effects, but we really expected to see a grey-haired 
 Paquet the next moming. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 73 
 
 g}n i H ii»«»ii«ii»i H til !■» » > ■ 1 » I til^— »»!■»■« i^iit i« i»i t i»-»ii«.»i' 
 
 Patter? "W 
 
 •« 
 
 |ITH the forming of the Forty-seventh 
 Regiment, Coast Artillery Corps, at Camp 
 Eustis, Va., Captain Will D. Moyer, of 
 McKinley, Maine, was placed in com- 
 mand of Battery "D." Arriving troops were im- 
 mediately organized into the various batteries. The 
 first contingent of Battery "D" arrived the 27th of Au- 
 gust, coming from the Coast Defenses of Portland, 
 Maine. Other men soon began to come from the New 
 York forts — Terry, Totten, Wright and Othis, with a 
 number of men from Fort Crockett. This soon gave 
 Battery "D" the required number of men. 
 
 Four splendid lieutenants were shortly assigned, giv- 
 ing us our full quota of officers. First Lieutenant Geo. 
 W. Pepper, whose kindness and consideration will never 
 be forgotten, came from the coast defenses of Chesa- 
 peake Bay. First Lieutenant Archie L. Hirst, who is 
 fondly known by the boys as "Ginger-Snaps," made 
 quite an asset to the battery. He hailed from the coast 
 defenses of Narragansett Bay. Second Lieutenant 
 Walker, of the coast defenses of Los Angeles, Cal., will 
 go down in history as an expert epicurean — bean army 
 a-la-mode his specialty. Second Lieutenant Ezekiel 
 D. Cook, of the Mobile Bay forts, was assigned to the 
 battery, but was sick at the time we left; however, he 
 gave us a pleasant surprise when he reported for duty in 
 Angouleme, France, and began the policing of French 
 villages. 
 
74 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 When in the month of August, 191 8, troops began to 
 arrive at Camp Eustis, the beautiful though somewhat 
 isolated resort in the old Virginia pines, we were seized 
 with a spirit of gratitude for our obliging Uncle Sam. 
 We greeted on every hand various sources of amuse- 
 ment, running from hair-raising tragedies to the most 
 ridiculous comedies. 
 
 Thus our little band's spirits were kept high; we rev- 
 eled in the novelties of our military surroundings and 
 began to form the nucleus of a regiment destined to de- 
 cide the greatest conflict in history. 
 
 Troops came in from every State in the Union, from 
 all circumstances, and many of us in all states of physi- 
 cal dilapidation. But not to remain so long, for a com- 
 mander of both ambition and determination soon had 
 us kicking the dusty roads to the famous cadence of 
 ''one-two-three-four". The Forty-seventh Regiment 
 had been formed and Colonel Hardin was its comman- 
 der, and as if by a play of the cards the cream of the 
 outfit began to assemble into what afterward became 
 the most magnificent battery in the heroic Forty-seventh 
 — Battery "D" — boys, behold the battery you have made 
 famous! 
 
 It is probable that our brilliant success could be at- 
 tributed to Top Sergeant Szymekowski, a gentleman of 
 admirable modesty, who gained the affection of his 
 men by his care in choosing details. May there be many 
 stars in his crown! 
 
 By this time things were moving rapidly. We boys 
 were elated. We had come into our own. We now 
 carried packs of different weights, ranging from eighty- 
 five to one thousand pounds. We had assumed the dig- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 75 
 
 nity of a pack mule— sometimes kicking, often braying; 
 Private Blackwelder was "mulehood" personified. 
 
 On the nth day of October we boarded the train for 
 Camp Stuart, and on the 13th we were on the U. S. S. 
 "Zelandia," bound for the land "where the lilies grow." 
 On the "deep blue" we encountered novel sensations. 
 Most of the time we felt as we did "the morning after 
 the night before." We played marbles on the deck 
 with "music fruit" and rolled our eyes around like a 
 dying calf when we lost our "stake." 
 
 One morning while the ship was taking calisthenics 
 at the command of General Windstorm, (Colonel) 
 Hobbs ventured out on deck just as the ship was doing 
 the "side-straddle-hop." In his eagerness to show his 
 admiration for the ship's vigor, he kissed the deck very 
 passionately and slid twenty feet along the starboard 
 side. In trying to check his increasing velocity, he 
 shocked a dignified lieutenant by kicking his feet out 
 from under him and placing him none too gently on the 
 stomach of a poor, unoffensive sergeant standing by. 
 Hobbs owes his life to a near-by hatchway. 
 
 Well, we landed on France's Brest all right, and we 
 do not know who sustained the greatest shock— France 
 or the Forty-seventh. Oh, it was a bloody battle we 
 fought there. In one skirmish Corporal "Blackie", 
 Private LaFlamme and Private Jesse James Hines left 
 a score or more of "dead soldiers" to tell a woeful tale. 
 LaFlamme insists on a "Croix de Guerre," while 
 "Blackie" is content with two wound stripes. Sir Jesse 
 James Hines, no longer fit for strategy, has assumed the 
 role of "kitchen knave." Sergeant Alberg, heeding the 
 desperate plea of France, forsook his beautiful pistol 
 
76 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 holster and shouldered the most grim weapon of war- 
 fare. 
 
 When we were packed in cold storage a week after 
 landing in "Sunny France" and began our tour across 
 the country in nice, neat little cattle cars, we wondered 
 why they put forty pack mules in one car when the little 
 sign says, "Eight Chevaux, 40 Hommes." Private Man- 
 shack, who got his spectacles knocked off because he did 
 not pull in his neck going through a tunnel, has been 
 unable to see undesirable bulletins ever since. 
 
 When we landed at Angouleme on the 3rd day of 
 November and began to train for the "front," it is said 
 that the Kaiser got the "blues." He seemed to keep up 
 with the regiment, and especially with Battery "D," 
 very closely, and this led us to believe that there was a 
 spy in our midst. When the "Barn Gong" was organ- 
 ized it was noticed that Private Maddex presented a 
 pious, holy countenance. A week later, after "Big 
 Clason" and "Texas Case" had been victors in several 
 skirmishes, we found a duplicate letter written to the 
 Kaiser and signed by Ernest Maddocks, "Kaiser," in 
 which he advised Germany to withdraw from the West- 
 ern Front. The result was astounding! On the i ith of 
 November the armistice was signed. Maddex has been 
 sent into exile in Maine. Poor chap ! 
 
 A few weeks later we were comfortably billeted in 
 the quaint little village of Bourg-sur-Gironde, looking 
 forward to the bountiful Christmas dinner that our 
 mothers were preparing for us. Well, we ate Christ- 
 mas dinner, all right (and drank it, too), but all the 
 honors of the day were heaped upon the heads of our 
 cooks. Mess Officer and "Mother" Brown, who forgot 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH -jy 
 
 for the moment that he still had some canned tomatoes 
 left. Even "Old Soldier" Sharp at the bread box for- 
 got his, "One piece at a time, brother," and rehearsed in 
 his mind the comedy he was to play that night; he 
 played it, too. Scheme, at the turkey pan, was so 
 moved by the spirit of Christmas cheer that he gave 
 Sergeant Kirk, who had a "lean and hungry look," two 
 pieces of turkey. 
 
 It was at Bourg that Lieutenant Hirst won the great- 
 est battle of the war. Everyone was out of smoking but 
 Private Schnoble, and he was smoking his emergency 
 cofifee issue, when up looms Lieutenant Hirst with cig- 
 arettes P. A. and cigars, besides a generous supply of 
 candy. Say, boys, did we smoke for the next few days? 
 We even forgot that the French sell "vin blanc." 
 
 It was at Ambares that we were all surprised and dis- 
 appointed. Army life had left its mark upon the mor- 
 als of our most unreproachable sergeants. It was just 
 about daybreak one morning when we heard the wail of 
 a female voice upon the morning air, a wail that told of 
 evident distress. We all bounded ofif in the direction 
 of the sounds, and soon found an old woman sitting in 
 the door of her house, clenching desperately a bit of 
 rabbit fur. The worst had come to worst! We had 
 seen an interested half-circle of sergeants in front of 
 their fireplace the night before, which told of an ap- 
 proaching feast. Shame on Sergeant Miller I He said 
 it was a chicken. 
 
 At the embarkation port. Camp Genicart, sometime 
 later, we went through the "dipping vat" with several 
 thousand other "pack-mules." There Private Di Bat- 
 
78 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 testa was made regimental barber, and not a few took 
 £idvantage of his free shaving establishment. 
 
 One night, about midnight, it was noticed that Joe 
 Wolde had not gone to bed, but instead was sitting by 
 Lyle Blade, who was snoring peacefully. While Joe's 
 eyes rested affectionately upon Blade, he was asked why 
 he did not go to bed. His reply was very characteris- 
 tic: "A cootie has just crawled up the right side of 
 Lisle's nose and I am waiting for him to blow it out 
 and say "ah!" 
 
 At Pauillac we were quartered coolly in an icebox, 
 where there was no great danger of our getting spoiled. 
 But we did not remain there long, for our good ship 
 *'Madawaska" was on its way to bring us heroes home 
 to the "Land of the free and the home of the Forty- 
 seventh, the brave." 
 
 We had hardly landed when Corporals Servenka and 
 Ligon began to get ready to be discharged ; and now we 
 are ready and we extend to them our sincerest thanks. 
 
 Now that we are safely quartered in God's own coun- 
 try, with fair prospects for demobilization, can you 
 blame the man who piloted Battery "D" through hard- 
 ship for being proud of his band of war-worn veterans? 
 Captain Moyer can sit by the fireside now for many a 
 wintry evening and proudly relate to the lad on his 
 knees (who calls him "grandpa") the stories of his bold 
 two hundred. (Won't the poor boy long to be a sol- 
 dier?) I can hear him boast of the snap, the optimistic 
 cheer, and even the appetites of the boys who made 
 America free. 
 
 Yes, he might be honored by the title of "Squire," or 
 even "Cap," in his own home town. 
 
BATTE: 
 
 BATTE, ' 
 This part of the Battery cj ] 
 
"F" 
 
 home on the Antigone. 
 
A. W. O. L. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 79 
 
 Pattcrp "€" 
 
 |ITH the arrival at Camp Eustis, Va., of 120 
 men from Fort Crockett, Texas, and 98 men 
 from Fort Caswell, N. C, the Forty-seventh 
 Regiment gaine din strength one more 
 battery. 
 
 From the first, Battery E proved a first-rate, snappy 
 battery. On the parade ground, in the barracks and 
 elsewhere their standard was the highest. 
 
 The days at Eustis were crammed full of "over- 
 seas" preparation. Drilling from morning till night, 
 and at night finding nothing to divert one's mind, was 
 the hard and trying situation, which was cheerfully met 
 by the battery. Next to the "chow" call, the mail call 
 was hailed with greatest joy by all. How the battery 
 slid and slipped through the mud and worked all night 
 fitting clothes for "overseas," has become a nightmare 
 to those who wen through it. At Camp Stuart the bat- 
 tery was haunted by inspectors, and finally when the 
 boats were boarded it was with a sigh of relief, but a 
 short-lived relief. 
 
 On the trip to France 69 men of the battery went over 
 on the "Re d'ltalia," and the remainder of the battery 
 crossed on the "Zeelandia." Instead of the peace all 
 expected to have on the voyage, the men on the "Zee- 
 landia" were harassed by the cry of "You can't stand 
 here, soldier!" When that was not effective calisthen- 
 ics and raft drill were. On the "Dago Red" it was 
 
8o STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 "Gangaway," "Teena cents!" Calisthenics were omit- 
 ted, but hunting Dago wine and heaving coal, as well as 
 the usual raft drill, helped us pass the time. 
 
 At last, France appeared and the battery was reunited 
 at Brest on the 27th of October, 19 18. We were duly 
 impressed that we had arrived at a "rest camp" by the 
 fact that we worked on lumber piles, roads and railway 
 for eight long days, our spirits being dampened to the 
 last degree by the mud and rain. But all good things 
 must have an end, and to revive our good spirits we 
 were given a ride by the French government on the 
 "choo-choo cars." We were loaded on to these "side- 
 door Pullmans" forty deep. They were fitted up in 
 splendid style. No seats, for fear you'd forget the car 
 had no springs, and perhaps you might enjoy it. No 
 lights, so you could sleep well, and no windows, to pre- 
 vent a draft. Once inside, thirty-nine stood up and one 
 sat down — naturally, on the bread. We carried our 
 meals with us — a sort of diner attachment. At night at 
 one end of the car they start to lie down. They lie side 
 by side till the bottom of the car is covered, then they 
 start back on top of those on the bottom. Finally, one 
 turns. This necessitates a general turn; the uncom- 
 fortable one is fully informed by thirty-nine others that 
 he has disturbed their rest. He replies, and for a while 
 one would think the car was furnished with lights, foi 
 the conversation is certainly enlightening as to the cul- 
 prit's past, present and future. 
 
 At last Angouleme was reached. We were at once 
 locked up in the "Caserne" — French artillery barracks 
 — and again "squads right and left" were enjoyed by the 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 8i 
 
 battery on the wonderful parade ground left by the 
 French, for which oversight they were thanked by all. 
 It was here that the battery celebrated the signing of 
 the "armistice." Those who were lucky enough to get 
 out, aided the French people in "drowning the Ger- 
 mans' sorrows," which must have been great if their 
 condition on their return was evidence. Pretty French 
 girls begged to be kissed, but — oh you M. P.'s ! 
 
 Then came the news that we were going home. A 
 turkey Thanksgiving was passed, and at last, on the 12th 
 of December, we took our second and last ride on the 
 French railway. It was a repetition of the first, though 
 only lasting a day. After bumping back and forth, we 
 were dropped at Bourg. 
 
 Here the battery, being billeted over the town, en- 
 joyed a freedom seldom permitted. Many a drill was 
 missed because a pair of eyes had threatened to be angry 
 if they were not appeased. 
 
 Christmas overtook the battery here, and a real 
 Christmas dinner was served. The menu was as fol- 
 lows: Turkey, mashed spuds, creamed peas, corn and 
 pumpkin pie, topped off with "vin blanc." 
 
 Finally, the battery again followed in the wake of the 
 voice that called "Home"! At Ambares the battery 
 occupied the Chateau d'Garde, about two and a half 
 miles out of town. Christmas boxes from the States 
 began to arrive, and, apart from drill and some fatigue, 
 the battery enjoyed itself to the greatest extent. The 
 surrounding country was full of beautiful mademoi- 
 selles, and many washed three and four times extra at 
 the pool where the aforesaid mademoiselles washed 
 clothes. 
 
82 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Then Fate again moved us — this time to Jenicart. 
 Here, on our arrival, we were relieved of our old 
 clothes and packs and were "deloused." We went in 
 one door dirty and ragged and emerged washed and 
 with a complete new outfit. Shaves were given some — 
 free of charge. 
 
 But next day the battery became chambermaids to 
 Uncle Sam's mules. Approaching Miss Mule and try- 
 ing to be gentle didn't work. She kicked! and her ar- 
 gument went, but — alas! the sergeant requests you to 
 deal with her. You try roughness. Again she objects. 
 Again you try. Sneaking up on her, you try to get 
 ahead of her arguments, her hoofs, but they work for- 
 wards or backwards. But time passes, and the next 
 day was occupied in the "mill" — "delousing" others. 
 
 At last we were loaded on tugs. Visions of a huge 
 transport fill our minds, but the tugs stopped down the 
 river and we debarked at Pauillac. Here we spent two 
 weeks dodging fatigue and enjoying the Y. M. C. A. to 
 the utmost. 
 
 At last we boarded the transport "Madawaska." Six- 
 teen days of heaving and pitching, and at last after four 
 months to a day the shores of the land we shall never 
 leave again — the United States — is reached, and, with 
 our discharges in our hands and facing the future with 
 a satisfied feeling as having done our little bit, small as 
 it was. Battery "E" wishes the greatest success and luck 
 to all. 
 
(kK^^^- 
 
 Lt. Carl— "I could get the music in Paris, Colonel.' 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 83 
 
 ATHLETICS. 
 
 "Veni, vidi, vici," these three words sum up the re- 
 sult of Battery "E's" football season, much as they, in 
 earlier days, summed up the result of Caesar's efforts in 
 another line. 
 
 The result, but not the excitement nor the fun, for we 
 had "beaucoup" excitement, "beaucoup" fun, "beau- 
 coup" mud, and we gathered "beaucoup" francs. It is 
 many moons since the first game with Battery "F," 
 when in beaucoup mud and on the flats of Bourge sur 
 Gironde we slipped, slid and skidded through to a noth- 
 ing to nothing score. 
 
 Notwithstanding the equality of the score, the "snap- 
 py battery" admitted its superiority and resolved then 
 and there to beat them to the tune of the beaucoup 
 points. 
 
 'Tis long since on Christmas Day, after slippery prac- 
 tices on the same mud flats, we hiked out to the fertile 
 fields surrounded by vineyards and having located a 
 much better gridiron, demonstrated to the world at 
 large that we had a better football team than they, by 
 tarrying with them awhile and then leaving them far 
 to the rear with the mere end of a 34 to o score. 
 
 Later, at Ambares, while the "snappy battery" 
 marked time awaiting orders for home. Battery "B's" 
 invincibles conceived the idea that they had a superior 
 team. They also had beaucoup francs, many and vary- 
 ing, to back up their irrational thought. 
 
 We played, the francs changed hands, and Battery 
 "B" went home poorer but wiser men. Poorer by sev- 
 
84 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 eral thousand francs, wiser in a knowledge that, after 
 all, they were but weak humans compared with a super- 
 man tactics and teamwork of Battery "E". We pranced 
 home with the bacon and francs. Score, 13 to o. 
 
 Thus ended the season without the loss of a game, 
 proving, as has often been done before, that good team- 
 work on the part of a light team gives them the edge on 
 a heavy team not so fast. Battery "E's" team, averag- 
 ing only 147 pounds, was the lightest and by far the 
 fastest team in the regiment. 
 
 So with beaucoup excitement, beaucoup fun, beau- 
 coup mud and beaucoup francs, the season ended with a 
 football supper and beaucoup of everything that goes 
 to make a supper real, except the ladies. 
 
 The victories are only a memory, but the remem- 
 brances and the association are alive and make all worth 
 while. 
 
 It would be foolish to go into the games in detail. It 
 would be impossible to select individual stars. Is it 
 not enough to say "We won?" 
 
 Much credit is due to the untiring efforts of our 
 coach, Lieutenant V. F. Wilson, who gave all his time 
 and efforts to the work of the team. Each man of the 
 team deserves credit, for it took real football spirit to 
 stick it out against the hardships coming up in practices. 
 The line-up is as follows : 
 
 Ransom — A fast little end and a hard worker. 
 
 Anderson— A most reliable tackle, with everlasting 
 wit; very fond of knocking out "shoulder bars." 
 
 Von Hebel— A hard worker, who will never give up. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 85 
 
 Sanders — Nicknamed "Wiggle," who was always on 
 the job fighting his way to the ball. 
 
 Martin — One who never fails to do his part; always 
 is in the opponents' way. 
 
 Thompson — A tower of strength to the line, who de- 
 lights in throwing the enemy for a loss. 
 
 Nichols — an all-around man; good anywhere a man 
 ^was needed; a sure tackier and a great sticker — never 
 gives up. 
 
 Paterson — A good line man; a great worker, and al- 
 ways there when needed. 
 
 James — A good end, hard tackier, and very fond of 
 forward passes. 
 
 Swicegood — ^A good, live man; a hard player and 
 a willing worker. 
 
 Yasinski — A good back-field man and a hard tackier. 
 
 Crutchfield — A line man always on the job. 
 
 Buchanan — A hard worker, with plenty of "pep." 
 
 Nial — A fast end, a hard tackier and a willing 
 worker. 
 
 Wagner — Captain Brains of the team; a hard worker, 
 who never says die. His motto: The bigger they are, 
 the harder they fall. 
 
 Veraschtert — A fast half,who is always playing havoc 
 with the enemy's line ; a good ground-gainer. 
 
 Pier — Another half; always there with his knowl- 
 edge of the game, a sure tackier and another good 
 ground-gainer. 
 
 Younger — a fullback, a tower of strength on defense, 
 :and always good for a gain in an emergency. 
 
86 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 ajf gou OTiere! 
 
 Our Prohibition ticket for 1920: 
 
 For President — Joe Gravelle. 
 
 For Vice-President — ^William Bocek. 
 
 Muncy — Four days from land, rolls his pack because 
 the water was muddy. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 We wonder how close the Government's free shaves 
 
 are? Ask Hagenah. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 Fanwick, the company barber, has found fierce com- 
 petition in Nabors, who handles a razor with skill. 
 
 .(. .«. .«• 
 
 We wonder if Jake can manage his detail as well in 
 the future as in the past? 
 
 ■•..••.•• 
 
 It is a subject of much discussion why Couch and 
 J immy ceased to bunk together. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 We all can't be K. P.'s, because there isn't enough 
 jam. 
 
 •#■ •#• ••• 
 
 Though in a foreign country, we still had American 
 coin. We had some Nichols (nickels) mostly of the 
 type. 
 
 Ask Brewer — He knows. 
 
 Did the fish say "Thank you?" Ask Tucker, 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 87 
 Garcia has sworn off eating figs around No. 12 posts. 
 
 Sanders, the old river tug pilot, with three months on 
 a tug and twice on a transport, had a slight touch of the 
 "flu," on which occasion his breakfast flew up. 
 
 t^t f •%• 
 
 Sergeant Hodge was in a great dilemma trying to de- 
 cide whether to return to the States and face the five 
 lieutenants for the fair Betty's hand, or to remain in 
 France and be content with Mademoiselle Louise. 
 
 f .•• .•• 
 
 In reply to the boys' request from Sergeant Jole for 
 growls, they "were received only when he was made 
 acting men's sergeant on the "Madawaska." 
 
 In far-away Nebraska, 'neath the California skies, 
 Lives my little Texas sweetheart, with her ma's eyes. 
 
 (Adopted by N. E. Bethscheider.) 
 
 A. A. Anderson, the hungry Swede with an elastic 
 stomach, is pushing "Wiggle" Sanders for food ca- 
 pacity. 
 
 Some say that Sidney A. McShy was ushered into the 
 service, but they are wrong, for the Montana lad brave- 
 ly responded to his country's call, answering to the num- 
 ber of — 
 
 Montana Mac won three stars — all cognac. 
 
88 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 
 Patterp "Jf' 
 
 i 
 
 HIRTY-SEVEN States from the North, 
 South, East and West, representing the 
 spirit and feeling of every section of the 
 United States, contributed to Battery "F" 
 when organized at Camp Eustis, Virginia, early in the 
 month of September, 1918. Being a cosmopolitan or- 
 ganization, its history and experiences are in many 
 ways unique and interesting. 
 
 A shipment of troops from the Pacific Coast, which 
 formed the nucleus of the battery, brought with it men 
 from the West and Middle West who possessed the 
 frankness, the independence and the democratic liber- 
 ality charcteristic to those parts of the country. To 
 these were added men from South Carolina and the 
 States of the Southeast. With them they brought their 
 Southern traits of hospitality, generosity and, above all, 
 conservatism. Another group of men from the East 
 contributed additional peculiarities from their home 
 environments. Others from Texas and Oklahoma added 
 still further to this mass of sectional traits, v/hile a final 
 addition from New England completed the cosmopoli- 
 tan group. In all, 219 men from every part of the 
 country, representing practically every social strata, de- 
 gree of education and habits of thinking, and every one 
 of them a man from the top of his head to the tip of his 
 toe. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 89 
 
 Notwithstanding this diversity of thought and feel- 
 ing, these men came to us dominated by a common 
 thought, inspired by a common ideal, and united in a 
 common cause ; and that cause was the cause of democ- 
 racy. 
 
 Into this varied group of personalities there came five 
 officers who, like the men, were of different types, but 
 nevertheless each one a man among men. In their hands 
 was placed the task of welding these conflicting ingredi- 
 ents into a unified and efficient fighting force. How 
 well they succeeded is attested by the high esteem in 
 which the men hold them. 
 
 During the period of organization and training at 
 Camp Eustis the experiences of the battery were very 
 much the same as those of the rest of the regiment. Be- 
 ginning with the trip overseas, however, the Battery 
 was probably more often separated from the regiment 
 than any other unit. 
 
 Upon embarking Battery "F", together with Battery 
 "E", was placed upon an Italian steamer, the "Re 
 d'ltalia," while the remainder of the regiment em- 
 barked upon another transport. The principal feature 
 of the trip occurred when, in the middle of the "danger 
 zone," the ship fell behind the convoy and was left un- 
 protected for twenty-four hours, while German subma- 
 rines lurked somewhere in the deep watching for a pos- 
 sible victim. The loss of the convoy was due to an al- 
 leged sickness among members of the Italian crew, 
 which caused a shortage of men to fire the boilers. 
 Quick to respond to an emergency, members of the bat- 
 tery volunteered to go below in the intense heat and 
 
90 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 shovel coal, that the ship might continue on its way. 
 However, in spite of their heroic efforts, the ship fell 
 further and further behind, because they were inexperi- 
 enced in their work. Constant watch was kept for any 
 evidences of submarines, and several shots were taken 
 at suspicious looking objects. During the night it was 
 reported by members of the ship's watch that we had 
 been narrowly missed by two torpedoes, both fore and 
 aft. The next day, however, a destroyer was sent back 
 to convoy us in and a sigh of relief went up from men 
 and officers. 
 
 During the day the destroyer circled about us con- 
 tinually and made several excursions to drop depth 
 bombs. We finally arrived safely at the port of Brest, 
 and as we entered the river scores of French hydro- 
 planes and dirigibles circled over our heads and wel- 
 comed us to their country. 
 
 Landing at Brest, we received our first introduction 
 to the mud and rain of Saxony. Quartered at Pontae- 
 zen Barracks, in the alleged "rest camp," we waded 
 about in mud knee deep and worked sixteen hours a day 
 to recover from our strenuous ocean voyage. 
 
 When the order to move was given no one was dis- 
 appointed. 
 
 In the trip from Brest to Angouleme we were initi- 
 ated to a new instrument of torture, known as "Che- 
 veaux 8, Hommes 40." These consisted of small French 
 box-cars, with eight-horse capacity, into which forty 
 men were crowded. In these we rode, ate and attempt- 
 ed to sleep for about thirty-four hours. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 91 
 
 Arrived at Angouleme, our experiences were much 
 the same as those of the other batteries and companies. 
 It was not until we reached Ambares that we were 
 again separated from the regiment and quartered about 
 two miles from town in an old wine warehouse. Here 
 it was that the few remaining men who had not previ- 
 ously succumbed to the charms of the Vin sisters, made 
 their debut into the circle of "Wineos." 
 
 The final chapter of our tragic experiences came 
 when we reached Pauillac, to await transportation to 
 the United States. It was the climax of our misfor- 
 tunes when the regiment was ordered to embark and 
 we were left behind, quarantined because of a suspected 
 case of diphtheria. Perhaps the less said about the 
 weeks that followed, the better. They were filled with 
 grumbling and hard words. The division of the bat- 
 tery, when one hundred men were sent away, did not 
 serve to put the men in a better humor. However, the 
 word to embark was finally received and all past wrongs 
 and grievances forgotten and forgiven. 
 
 What remained of the Forty-seventh sailed on the 
 17th of February, 1919. They arrived at New York 
 March 4 and were split into detachments, which en- 
 trained for various camps, to be discharged from the 
 service. 
 
 Although anxious to get home again, the men who 
 were left behind were sorry that they were unable to re- 
 join the regiment and bid their friends good-bye before 
 they left the service. 
 
 Battery "F" characterized itself by its "pep". This 
 did much in carrying the battery through a long succes- 
 
92 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 sion of discouragements, both in France and in the 
 United States. It had its beginning at Camp Curtis, 
 under the leadership of Captain LaTitte, and made 
 easier the clearing of countless stumps and wading in 
 oceans of mud. 
 
 When we boarded the "Re d'ltalia" and sailed for 
 "Over There" the old "pep" showed itself in the bat- 
 tery's attempt to drown its sorrows in barrels of "Dago 
 Red." Upon our arrival at Brest and the long march 
 through the mud and rain to the rest camp, where we 
 did the 'West" of the work, and the long days of fatigue 
 on the docks, we distinguished ourselves at heaving 
 rails, accompanied by the voice of a dark gentleman 
 from Alabama whose song was "Put your hands on it, 
 raise it high." 
 
 We "rested" one week at Brest, and one morning 
 boarded a train of luxurious side-door Pullmans, fully 
 equipped with "sleepers" and dining-car accommoda- 
 tions (?). After a two-day ride through miles of the 
 most beautiful scenery, we landed in Angouleme. We 
 were billeted in the French artillery quarters. I do not 
 know where the Frenchmen slept, but we slept on the 
 floor. 
 
 Angouleme proved to be quite a place after our stay 
 at Brest. In a few days we were all down town trying 
 our French on some "petite" mademoiselle. You didn't 
 have to speak French to those girls, they understood you 
 anyway. It was at Angouleme that we fought the 
 bloody "Battle of Cognac," and the guard-house record 
 testified as to the number of casualties. We celebrated 
 the news of the "armistice" by consuming an unlimited 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 93 
 
 amount of vin blanc and playing ring-around-the-rosy 
 with the French girls on the public square. OurThanks- 
 giving menu broke all records — vin blanc, roast beef 
 and all the trimmings, beer and more vin blanc. 
 
 On the 2 1 St of November we received orders to leave 
 on our journey home; we continued to prepare for the 
 next three months. First, we moved to Bourg, where 
 we celebrated Christmas and astonished the population 
 with our ability to put away large quantities of wet 
 stufif. 
 
 I think the Colonel thought we were becoming physi- 
 cal wrecks, for we hiked to Ambares, our next stop, and 
 put out a daily fatigue detail for the Bassens docks until 
 we moved to Genicart, where we received our "delous- 
 ing" bath and new clothes. 
 
 If anyone is looking for entertainment, let him go 
 through a "delouser" like the one at Genicart. It has 
 the world beat for excitement. We sailed down the 
 river in a few days for Pauillac, where we spent our 
 time dodging fatigue details and looking for transports. 
 Finally, one did show up, and on the eve of our depar- 
 ture from France one luckless private in the battery got 
 diptheria and we were left behind. But all of us were 
 not to be held long, for the next evening one hundred 
 men were picked from the battery to board the "Anti- 
 gone" and braved the stormy seas to land in Newport 
 News, Va., once more. We expect to be discharged 
 soon and hope that our more unfortunate comrades may 
 soon land in the good old United States and return once 
 more to civilian life. 
 
94 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 BATTERY "F" PERSONALS (Very). 
 
 Sergeant Weeks missed his calling; he should have 
 
 been an "M. P." 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 First Sergeant Russel declared war on the Swedes at 
 
 Angouleme. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 Sergeant Wilson enlisted in the wrong outfit. He 
 should be rated in the "Wildcat Division." 
 
 Battery "F" gathered from stray remarks that Sec- 
 ond Lieutenant Hampton has some ranch. 
 
 ••• •*• •9' 
 
 Silent Corporal Brady says he would rather die in 
 
 Illinois making brick than to try to make soldiers of the 
 
 fifth squad. 
 
 .«. ••• .«• 
 
 Railway mail clerks will celebrate when Private 
 Kennedy gets his discharge. 
 
 f ••• .•• 
 
 Private H. V. Nelson liked Sergeant Forbes, but he 
 had a habit of marking time on the roster. 
 
 Captain Spear caused Battery "F" to become cross- 
 eyed looking for that black spot in the "receiving cham- 
 ber" of the rifles. 
 
 ••• ••• ••• 
 
 If Lieutenant Hefner had gone "over the top" he 
 would not have had to call for volunteers. 
 
 ••• ••• .*• 
 
 Lieutenant McCarter is not a drinking man, but when 
 he saw the Battery "F" detachment marching into 
 Camp Stuart he was not so sure of himself. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 95 
 
 Cooks Quait and Tong have one consolation, they are 
 good cooks, or they would have been sent with the first 
 detachment. 
 
 Our wagoners spent most of their time driving wheel- 
 barrows. 
 
 ••> ••. •«. 
 
 Wagoner Holmes, the door-knob king, uses the Hunt 
 system while operating the typewriter. 
 
 Sergeant Hughey is a man of few words: "Fall in, 
 you birds!" 
 
 Wagoner Snyder makes a better company clerk in one 
 way — we get more rumors. 
 
96 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Bird's- Eye View of Battery "F' 
 
 Name 
 
 First Sergt Russell 
 
 Mess Sergt. Fox 
 
 Sup. Sergt. Cahill 
 Bat. Clk. Sgt. Forbes 
 Sergt. Sowell 
 
 Sergt. Adams 
 Sergt. Hughey 
 
 Sergt. Johnson 
 Mech. Johnson 
 
 Mech. Farley 
 Cook Quaite 
 Cook Tong 
 
 Cook Aagesen 
 
 Nielson 
 
 Skidmore 
 Farquhar 
 Spearman 
 Corpl. Henderson 
 
 Larson 
 
 Buckley 
 
 D. D. Rusk 
 
 Preacher 
 
 Powell 
 
 Greenberg 
 
 Carlton 
 
 ? ? ? ? ? 
 
 Nickname 
 
 Rusty 
 
 Speedy 
 
 Dad 
 
 Kildle 
 
 Fidler 
 
 Chicken 
 
 Swede 
 Adley 
 
 Jigg 
 
 Swede 
 
 Mouthpiece 
 
 Liverlip 
 Battery Mouth 
 Guts 
 Handshaker 
 
 Longboat 
 
 Buck 
 
 Dizz 
 
 Sanitation 
 
 Private Arkansas 
 
 Noisy 
 
 Irish 
 Shell shock 
 
 Favorite Saying Chief Occupation 
 
 "Well who's going 
 to buy the next 
 one." 
 "Use your bean — 
 that's what it was 
 issued to you for." 
 "I ain't puttin' out." 
 "For cripes sake." 
 "The name of the 
 game: Holler if 
 yer hurt." 
 
 "Snap out of it or 
 I'll double - time 
 you" 
 "I like this yob" 
 "The Old Army 
 
 game" 
 "I managed for it" 
 "I'm gonna quit" 
 "Too many oat- 
 meal" 
 "I got your mouth- 
 piece" 
 "How did you get 
 
 that way" 
 "I wanna go home" 
 "When do we eat?" 
 "Gimme the duck" 
 "I photographed 
 
 that picture" 
 "Where's my econ- 
 omy can?" 
 "Snap out of it> you 
 
 rookies" 
 "I've lost my mess 
 
 kit" 
 "Any thirds today ?'' 
 "I hope to tell ya" 
 "Pull in your neck" 
 
 "Get that mess kit 
 in your left hand" 
 
 Chair warming 
 
 Entertaining 
 
 Mooching 
 Making rosters 
 Black-jack 
 
 Girls 
 
 Prunes 
 
 Camouflaging hel- 
 mets 
 Managing 
 Slum burning 
 
 Cussing mouthpiece 
 Cussing Swede 
 Growling 
 
 Climax 
 
 Losing equipment 
 
 Appetite 
 
 Noise 
 
 Sharpshooting 
 Having someone 
 salute him 
 
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 HEADQUARIS 
 
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 This detachment was detained it 
 
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 COMPANY 
 
 SUPPLY COMPANY 
 i| ! and landed later at Hoboken 
 
"BREST" 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 97 
 
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 S in all organizations, so in the army there 
 selves of greater importance than any- 
 certain companies which consider them- 
 of the remaining companies with whom 
 they are affiliated. Such was the case with our 
 Headquarters Company. And in fact we were of great- 
 er importance when we consider the great number of 
 commissioned officers, the non-com. staff, the duty ser- 
 geants and corporals and the office force, all of whom 
 were attached to Headquarters Company, why should 
 we not consider ourselves the most important of the 
 twelve organizations? Who sees to it that the regiment 
 gets the money? Who issues all orders and supervises 
 all changes and all work? Who issues all general or- 
 ders, special orders, details for each day, and best of all 
 who had charge of the work of demobilization? Sure- 
 ly we all realize that these duties all fall to the office 
 stafif, every member of which is a member of Head- 
 quarters Company. Then are we not justified in feel- 
 ing that we as an organization are first and foremost 
 among all the constituents of the regiment? Having 
 thus satisfied ourselves and having conclusively proven 
 to all other members of the regiment that Headquar- 
 ters Company is the most dignified, important and es- 
 sential organization of the entire regiment, we will pass 
 on to a short history of how Headquarters Company 
 came into being. 
 
 The greatest number of men in Headquarters Com- 
 pany came from Fort McKinley. They were the first 
 men to land at Camp Eustis, that is as members of the 
 
98 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Forty-seventh Artillery, and were under the command 
 of Lieutenant Bridger, who for a short time acted as 
 regimental adjutant. Lieutenant Harlow, who, also 
 accompanied these men, acted as personnel adjutant. 
 Later these men were replaced, the former by Captain 
 Atkin, later Major, and the latter by Lieutenant Waters, 
 a most worthy young officer, whom we now hope has 
 at least a captaincy. Slowly our regiment came into 
 being. Each day brought new men and officers, chan- 
 ges and promotions, until finally we were completely 
 organized and order to sail for France. 
 
 Old Dad Cherney, whom we all will recall, acted 
 as first sergeant, until Wachsburger arrived and was 
 put in charge. Sergeant Wachsburger remained with 
 us until demobilization and was well liked by all. To 
 be sure, he had his troubles, especially with the non- 
 com, staff and the office force. The non-com. staff con- 
 sisting of Sergeant Majors, Electrician Sergenats, 
 Radio Sergeants, and Master Gunners, felt that they 
 were above going out on detail and resented all orders 
 to do so and took to the woods, Y. M. C. A. or K. of 
 C whenever such orders were issued. Many times 
 were they threatened and many times they threatened 
 to report their treatment to the officer in charge of the 
 non-com. staff artillery school. Such were their trou- 
 bles but they were not alone. Like the non-com. staff, 
 the members of the office force refused to stand reveille 
 even though Sergeant Wachsburger continually pound- 
 ed them and Captain Bridger reported them. How- 
 ever both the members of the non-com. staff and the 
 office force succeeded in putting it over and with a few 
 exceptions rarely ever stood reveille, and never stood 
 any other formation and only occasionally reported for 
 bunk inspection. We all remember Electrical Ser- 
 geants Jones, Clarke, Howe, Hevden, also Radio Ser- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 99 
 
 geants Lee, Harrington, Price, Master Gunners Col- 
 lins, Hunter, Anderson, and Tibbots. These were the 
 iellows who had the snaps all through the service. They 
 did little or no work and rarely complied with any or- 
 ders concerning formations, charge of details, etc. And 
 will we ever forget how they were held at Camp Eustis 
 and not discharged until long after the other men? 
 And there were some men like Schleicher, who really 
 wanted to get out early so that they might get back to 
 college, but an epidemic of mumps was the first delay, 
 and an order from the camp commander concerning 
 the retention of the non-com. staff capped the climax. 
 Upon their return, after a brief furlough they were 
 informed that they were to be discharged and a happier 
 tody of men was nowhere to be found. 
 
 The office force under Lieutenant Waters, whom we 
 all thoroughly respected and admired, consisted of 
 Sergeant Majors Senior Grade, Simmons and Myler- 
 vold, Sergenat Majors Junior Grade, Joseph and Rob- 
 bins. Sergeants McCarthy and Pollex, and Corporals 
 Kelley, Felger and Sullivan. All regimental paper 
 work was done by these men and they were of especial 
 importance and in great demand, especially when any 
 official dope was wanted by the men in the regiment. 
 Sergeant Major Smith, who had charge of court mar- 
 tials, was a popular man when the prisoner wanted to 
 get some inside information. 
 
 Our organization in which we were all interested, 
 was the band. It was our Colonel's pride and joy. 
 Under the direction of Band Leader Vitt it made 
 wonderful progress and furnished us much pleasure. 
 It was a small, but well trained band and surpassed 
 many of the larger bands which we heard while in 
 France. 
 
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 Men were taken from the ranks and taughf to play 
 various instruments and through the untiring efforts of 
 the band leader they soon became masters of the art. 
 
 None of us will ever forget Corporal Dewey. He 
 was not only a musician, but also afforded much enter- 
 tainment by his songs and recitations. All the members 
 of the band were well liked and very popular. They 
 were another body of men who avoided all details and 
 never did anything except "blow." Yes, some of them 
 after blew away for two days at a time. 
 
 In another part of this book there will be found a 
 short history of the band. Ihave only mentioned it 
 here, because it is connected with Headquarters Com- 
 pany, and again emphasizes the weight and importance 
 of this organization. 
 
 I will next attempt to give a brief resume of the 
 Headquarters while in France. As you have already 
 learned from the general history, we landed at Brest. 
 While at this city no exemptions were granted as far as 
 details were concerned. You were summoned from 
 your "bed of mud" in the earyl hours of the morning 
 and hustled off in the pouring rain to assist the engi- 
 neers in building barracks. I said to assist. We did 
 not assist. We did all the building. It was here that 
 Headquarters Company suffered worst. Non-com- 
 missioned officers of every grade were treated like pri- 
 vates, regardless of their ratings. Of course ,no one 
 objected to working, for we realized we were at war 
 and expected to do anything. But we did resent sleep- 
 ing in poorly pitched and non-rain-proof tents. We 
 might have stood this, but it seemed impossible to live 
 under such conditions for whether we went to bed or 
 to mess, we had mud. Then we did not enjoy getting 
 up at four bells and marching two miles down the road 
 to work. These things were tolerable, but Artillery- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH loi 
 
 men could not endure being hustled about and domina- 
 ted by Engineers. Lucky for both organizations the 
 Artillerymen had but a brief stay at Brest and it is 
 unnecessary to say that our hearts were filled with joy 
 when the news aroused that we were to leave for An- 
 gouleme and later for Bourg-Sur-Geronde. 
 
 The story of our stay in this city has already been re- 
 lated in a general way, but in order to give the reader 
 an insight into the life, of an individual I will tell a 
 few facts concerning members of Headquarters Com- 
 pany. 
 
 The office force was billeted in the Ancient Citadel, 
 which had been a dwelling of many French rulers 
 throughout the various ages. It has now been con- 
 verted into a wine factory and storehouse and is owned 
 by a wealthy American who resides in France. The 
 ''bug" was in the same building and the office force 
 spent many a sleepless night, especially after a pay 
 day. Felger would cuss and swear while McCarthy 
 would sleep noisily on. Kelley who was not in the 
 best of health, but who now I understand is daily im- 
 "proving, would send up cries of complaint, but all 
 to no avail. An dthen, Pollex, whom the entire affair 
 seemed to be as good as a vaudeville show, would burst 
 forth with a loud and undescribeable laugh. Sully, 
 who would complain just to hear the other fellows 
 rave, enjoyed not only the conversation of the soused 
 prisoner, who had just received a shot from the Major, 
 but also the funny utterances of the boy from "New 
 Albany," who was no other than our friend, Felger. 
 Although many things of general interest occurred at 
 Angouleme, nevertheless, Bourg-sur-Gironde was the 
 city which furnished us most pleasure and the hospi- 
 tality of its inhabitants knew no bounds. 
 
I02 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Headquarters Company was billeted' in a bakery 
 and aschool, for the most part and so all were at liberty 
 to do about as they wished. 
 
 Busekrus and French Wright furnished an abun- 
 dance of pleasure. Busekrus would start kidding him 
 about his girl and then French would send forth a vol- 
 ley of true Alabamian solloquialisms. First he would 
 term Busekrus as a "low-down scandal-of-a-beast.'^ 
 Busekrus would come back and then the circus would 
 get into full swing and we would be in for a night of it 
 
 Corporal Winters was a favorite among many. He 
 was only a young boy, but quickly made himself master 
 of everything which the army could teach. Of course, 
 I do not mean from a military viewpoint. He was 
 liked by all, was a good sport and the sort of fellow 
 who could both give and take a joke. He was 
 "Frenchy's" best pal and "Frenchy" christened him 
 "chicken." 
 
 Dizzy Zeller, who was by no means a quiet boy, was 
 known to the entire regiment. He was about the size 
 of a pint of cider, but a good little scrapper and one 
 who would stay with them to the end. He was cook 
 in the Company for a while, but having grown too 
 fond of his "vin rouge" he lost his rating. He still 
 has about a year to serve. Here's luck to him. 
 
 Our mess sergeant was a very popular fellow. At 
 all times he gave us excellent service and never failed 
 to provide us with the best food obtainable. Of course, 
 like all others, he had his troubles, his friends and 
 enemies, but it was generally conceded that he was an 
 excellent fellow and always worked for the interest of 
 the company He was a good "cook" and provided 
 us with many excellent meals. Three cheers for Ser- 
 geant Heifer! 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 103 
 
 It would be impossible to discuss each and every 
 member of the company so I will mention a few nota- 
 bles and will ask all others not to feel slighted. 
 
 Sergeant Major Simmons was known to every mem- 
 ber of the regiment. He was the most important factor 
 in Regimental Headquarters and liked by all. A mem- 
 ber of the regular army, he never ceased to land army 
 life to the skies. But we all didn't feel that way about 
 it. As for liking France, he loved it and especially 
 loved the things it produced, being especially partial 
 to its wines which he always managed to obtain even 
 when the regiment was under quarantine. He was a 
 bright man and obtained great pleasure from the argu- 
 ments which he had with Sullivan concerning Shake- 
 speare. 
 
 Sergeant Major Mylervold was another popular fel- 
 low. He was particularly well liked by the first ser- 
 geants and company clerks of the various organiza- 
 tions. He had charge of the personnel office and was 
 a most competent fellow. He was friendly, genial and 
 of the typical western habits and customs. 
 
 Of course we all remember Sergeant Major Joseph. 
 There were two things in which he was particularly 
 strong. One was eating, the other was meeting his 
 French mademoiselles. He knew little about the lan- 
 guage, but always had an interpreter near at hand and 
 so was always in right. If a change were made from 
 one town to another, "Joe" always found the best bil- 
 leting place for himself and if a bed was available, he 
 always ''nailed" one. He was a good office man and a 
 fine sport. 
 
 Sergeant Major Robbins was not with us very long 
 as a member of the office force. He was a fine cornetist 
 and was soon made use of in the land. Toward the end 
 of our days in the service he returned to the office and 
 was of great assistance during demobilization. 
 
104 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 No doubt the reader will be pleased to hear a few 
 remarks concerning the non-com. staff members not in- 
 cluded in any of the foregoing. No one can possibly 
 forget the fun which some of us had at Anderson's ex- 
 pense. He came from Virginia and so we had ample 
 material to use in kidding him about the sunny south. 
 While at Eustis, we saw mud in almost as great quan- 
 tities as at Brest. So we immediately drew our con- 
 clusions concerning the south and jollied "Andy" ac- 
 cordingly. 
 
 Then ther were Winters and Collins from Califor- 
 nia. Winters was a quiet, reserved chap, with many 
 things to think about besides the army. He was good 
 company and an intelligent young man. Collins was 
 the "Jester" of the staff. He was eccentric naturally 
 and had the faculty of making himsefl morose by his 
 funny sayings puns, wits and gestures. He offorded us 
 many pleasant hours and was most popular as a "late 
 sleeper." In fact he never stood reveille. When asked 
 his name he would reply "I have none" or "try and 
 find out." A very accommodating young man you see 
 especially to the Sergeant who was taking names of 
 those who did not stand reveille. 
 
 Then there were two young men who were out for 
 financial gain, Howe and Clarke. If you wanted them 
 you would find them at play. Just what they were 
 playing, I will leave for the reader to guess. Howe 
 was very fond of the Y. M. C. A. and K. of C. halls. 
 He could always be found at one of these places, ex- 
 cept at mess time and after retreat. Of course his time 
 was his own after this formation and he could always 
 be found at play. 
 
 Clarke was one of my best friends and an interesting 
 chap. He was well liked by all and was the type of 
 fellow who was with you at all times, both in good and 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 105 
 
 in bad fortune. He was on the level and would share 
 his last nickel with you. 
 
 The next group will be made up of five fine fellows; 
 Hunter, Heyden, Lee, Price and Schleicher. Hunter 
 was well liked by all and a fellow of worth and merit. 
 Like most of us, he was always to be found at the "Y" 
 if there was one and he together with the other fellows 
 in the group would spend the day playing pinochle. 
 
 Heyden, who like many of us, was a college man, was 
 known to us best as "Cutie." I believe he received this 
 name from his chum, Price. In so christening him, 
 Price certainly showed good judgment. There was no 
 fellow in the regiment with whom you would sooner 
 be chums than with "Cutie." He was always the same. 
 Quiet, reserved, but pleasant, cheerful, friendly and 
 able to both give and take a joke. If you wished to 
 talk with him on serious matters he was capable of do- 
 ing so and many times have I conversed with him on 
 mathematical and philosophical topics. He was worth 
 knowing and retaining as a friend in later days. May 
 success and happiness always attend him. 
 
 Next is Linsey Lee. He came from Florida and of- 
 ten wished he was back there. During my college days 
 and in my travels I have met many and varied types of 
 men, but I must frankly confess that for sheer wit, un- 
 premediated and in its best form, I have never met his 
 equal. He was the type of fellow which we call ''dry." 
 He had a peculiar droll and colloquialisms which were 
 his own possescsions. Every time he spoke some witty 
 saying fell from his lips and he was instrumental in 
 keeping the boys in good spirits. There was not a fel- 
 low who did not like him and ther were many like 
 Schleicher, Andy and myself who were very fond of 
 him. 
 
io6 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Myron Price was about as young a fellow as we had 
 in the company. He was also a college man who left 
 his Alma Mater to enter the service. Myron was a 
 pinochle shark and was always at it. Like the other 
 boys, he was chummy, good company, and intelligent. 
 He was interested in agriculture and anxious to get 
 back to his beloved west. No doubt he is now absorbed 
 in the strenuous duties of college life. 
 
 Schleicher was an interesting fellow and a great 
 reader. You could never find him unless he had a book 
 in his hand and although pursuing a straight college 
 course, he was likewise interested in agriculture. 
 
 And now while I have a certain young man in mind, 
 I must acquaint the reader with his chief characteris- 
 tics. The fellow to whom I refer is no other than our 
 friend Tibbotts. His chief characteristic was "hoard- 
 ing." He had more money than most officers, and he 
 knew how to keep it. Whenever a joke was to be 
 played, it was a always on Tibbotts, and more than once 
 has he quietly crept into bed and then — crash! — he 
 would find himself on the floor. Or in the morning he 
 would arise only to find his clothes tied in knots, which 
 many times required cutting. He was interested in 
 agriculture, and had had two years' work at Cornell. 
 However, he was not the kind that could endure much 
 kidding, and more than once he started to "clean up" 
 several of the boys. He was easily angered, ^nd very 
 quick to act. However, he never harmed any one, so we 
 will pass him on among the good fellows. 
 
 Then there was the representative from Carolina — 
 "Happy Harrington." He always wore a smile and 
 had a good word for every one. He was a big fellow 
 and looked much older than he really was. "Happy" 
 was always pleasant and had a good word for every one. 
 He was an excellent demonstrator of Southern hospi- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 107 
 
 tality. And, oh how he could sleep ! But in this game 
 he was not alone. In fact, he had several rivals. "Hap- 
 py," like the rest of us, was mighty glad when he re- 
 ceived that little paper which sent him back to Carolina 
 and civilization. 
 
 Then there was Wilkey, from Illinois. He was 
 known to all of us and was a great talker. He would 
 sit around, smoke and talk for hours at a time. Like 
 the rest of the staff, he could most always be found at 
 the "Y" enjoying the heat and relishing the jelly sand- 
 wiches and coffee, even if it did make a big hole in his 
 bank-roll. What else was there to do with money? 
 
 I suppose the eager reader has been wondering if I 
 would neglect to mention H. N. Jones. He is last, but 
 not least, of the "non-com" staff, and the writer has had 
 him in mind from the start, but has reserved this par- 
 ticular place for him. Harold was my friend and 
 "paal" from the day I met him personally at Bourg-sur- 
 Gironde. A finer fellow never lived. He was a gradu- 
 ate of Maine University and a young man of charm and 
 culture — just the sort of fellow you like to know and to 
 have for a "pal" and "chum," not only in the Army, but 
 preferably in civil life, where men are equal and capa- 
 ble of living and doing as they desire. Harold proved 
 himself to be a real sport, and we spent much of our 
 time together discussing various problems of general 
 interest, and together we attended the shows and out- 
 door sports. While we were glad that the day came 
 that we were again to become civilians, nevertheless we 
 felt that the best of friends were parting, but there was 
 consolation in the fact that we were free to travel about 
 as we wished. All the boys liked "Jonsie," and we 
 would all gather around and eat, talk and smoke like 
 one big family. Let us hope that he will always be 
 successful in life and never again leave his peaceful 
 
io8 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 home to enter into so terrible a conflict. By the way, 
 Harold had a good knowledge of French, and as we 
 might all expect, won the hearts of many ''fair French 
 queens." But he left them all in France. He had met 
 the fairest of all in the U. S. A., and it was to her he 
 was anxious to return. Some men know the news by 
 this time. But if you haven't heard, make a guess. Yes, 
 that's right. Some girl, I'll say. 
 
 Now I will endeavor to place before you our First 
 Sergeant. He was really a "good skate." He had his 
 work to do and, as you know, "orders are orders," no 
 matter how he felt about it. But when it came to pre- 
 ferring charges and doing other unpleasant things, he 
 always was slow to act and vrey sure. If he could do 
 a favor for you, he always would, and you could de- 
 pend on him never to see a "crap game" and never to 
 see the fellow who was dodging duty. He was a good 
 triend of the office force, and they in turn did many 
 favors for him. He waas particularly chummy with 
 the mess sergeant, but who wouldn't be? I guess Wachs- 
 burger is still in the service, as he was a regular army 
 man and had about one year to serve. 
 
 Our Mess Sergeant was Hefner, and without doubt 
 he was the most important man in the compaany at 
 three different periods of the day. In general, he was 
 well liked, and although I believe he did his best tt all 
 times, nevertheless there were a few who disagreed, and 
 he, like many others, used to get his "roasting." Still, 
 whenever anything edible was available, he was always 
 on the job, and Headquarters Company usually had the 
 best mess of the outfit. 
 
 You remember Henry Cass. Everybody liked Henry. 
 He was a school teacher and anxious to get back to his 
 desk and books. He received a corporalcy and was a 
 fine soldier — always friendly, jolly and ready to help 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 109 
 
 the other fellow. Let us hope he is again back at his 
 profession. As to making good, we know he will do 
 that. 
 
 Then there were Sergeants Meyers, Draghi, Wol- 
 fensberger and Weaver. Meyers was commonly 
 thought to be a pessimist. I never charaacterized him 
 a s such until it came to demobilization. To listen to 
 him one would think he was never going to get out of 
 the army. However, we all were discharged, and I 
 guess Meyers is back enjoying life in Ohio. 
 
 If there ever was a real soldier, Draghi was one. To 
 see that boy go through the manual of arms would do 
 any one a world of good. He had a soldierly person- 
 ality and liked the life. Everybody liked him, and 
 never once do I recall him having made himself offi- 
 cious. 
 
 Wolfensberger was a quiet sort of chap, but was 
 always on the job, and made an excellent sergeant. 
 
 Weaver was a funny fellow. He did love to have 
 charge of quarters, and one fine day we found out there 
 was a reason. If there was anything he could do well, 
 it was to drink wine — cognac, beer, and anything else 
 he could get hold of. Still he was a good fellow and 
 would do you a good turn whenever possible. 
 
 Then there was little Carson. He was all right, ex- 
 cept that he thought he could fight. I have since been 
 informed that he found out he could not. I remember 
 that he did beat up a few of the boys, anyway. 
 
 Then there was our barber! He would never cut 
 your hair when you wanted him to, and made a mess of 
 it when he did cut it. We had lots of fun at his ex- 
 pense, and it was often said that he was half-baked, but 
 others thought that a fire had never bee nstarted under 
 him. 
 
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 Next in line is "Jumbo." For the most part, he was 
 an orderly. And, believe me, he was a good one. He 
 was characterized as being "dizzy," but who wouldn't 
 be in that outfit. He was always on the job, and when 
 he went out with a memorandum he always delivered 
 it. He was the bets orderly we had. 
 
 Then there was the Headquarters' office clerk. Some 
 boy! He was known to most of us as the "Duke of 
 Door Knobs." To say what his official position was, 
 would be impossible, but he certainly knew how to put 
 it over when it came to court-martials, and although he 
 had three, he never paid the penalty of any. For this 
 and many other reasons, he had everybody's goat, as 
 you will all recall. But he was in strong somewhere, 
 and that's all that is necessary in the army. If he ever 
 did straight duty, K. P. or fatigue work, he would die 
 at the end of the day. 
 
 We all remember Reilley. If a new rumor was pos- 
 sible, Reilley always had it, and used as his authority 
 usually "Mac," from the office, who was a sergeant 
 and stenographer for the regimental adjutant. "Mac" 
 was also the right-hand clerk for the Colonel and acted 
 as stenographer at a very important trial while in 
 France. "Mac" is a bright fellow, a good sport and a 
 real friend, and by this time must be holding down a 
 responsible position. 
 
 We certainly were discontented at Brest and were 
 glad when we piled into cattle cars and moved to An- 
 gouleme. At this city we did enjoy ourselves. There 
 were many things of interest to be seen. We were bil- 
 leted at the barracks of Napoleon, and round about us 
 were many historic spots and ancient buildings. We 
 often visited these places and found them beautiful and 
 -well worth seeing. My knowledge of French proved 
 very useful and made things seem more real than they 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH iii 
 
 otherwise would have been. I made this discovery 
 from the statement of companions who knew no French. 
 We received many invitations from the French people 
 to visit them and have dinner with them, and these 
 were nearly always accepted. I made the acquaintance 
 of a Frenchman who spoke excellent English, having 
 been to England several times. He was a correspon- 
 dent and guide and had been through all the countries 
 of Europe. I was amazed at his detailed knowledge 
 of the geography of the United States. He even knew 
 the important streets of New York, Boston and Chi- 
 cago, even though he had never been to the States. The 
 city of Angouleme was quite broken up. The city 
 proper, in which we were billeted, comprised the larger 
 part, and was located on a hill. A walk of two miles 
 from our barracks brought us to the park. It was very 
 beautiful. Filled with ancient statues, beautiful foun- 
 tains and green trees, which are peculiar to France 
 aalone, it presented the most magnificent sight I have 
 ever seen, excluding the view which one receives as he 
 lies at anchor in the harbor of Brest. This park is sur- 
 rounded by a white stone wall, and below one sees what 
 at first appears to be several small towns. These appar- 
 ently small towns are part of the city of Angouleme and 
 are reached by descending long winding paths and 
 stairs. This section is occupied mainly by the farmers, 
 and the beautiful gardens and vineyards really fill one 
 with a love of nature. As I have told you, Angouleme 
 is a large city, and it was here that we bought most of 
 our gifts for our mothers, wives and sweethearts. 
 
 At Bourg we spent many pleasant days, all of us 
 finding some one or some thing in which we were inter- 
 ested. It was at this city that the "vin rouge" indulgers 
 received their ''shots." It seemed to be a discovery 
 made about that time, and it certainly did work well — 
 administered by the medicos. 
 
112 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 This was a small town, and we soon became very well 
 acquainted. The people of the town acclaimed us as 
 the most gentlemanly and respectable contingent which 
 had ever been in the town. But tihs was no bouquet 
 for us, as we had an excellent record from the day we 
 landed in France until the day we left the country. As 
 a regiment from the day of organization until the day 
 of demobilization we were unexcelled in character and 
 soldierly conduct. Our Colonel was proud of us — and 
 justly so. 
 
 At Bourg there was little to be done, and most of the 
 training consisted of long hikes and setting-up exer- 
 cises. The Headquarters Company furnished the guard 
 almost daily, and it was then that they, Chumblay and 
 the other fellows would send up the howl, "The war is 
 over and we want to go home!" They were Texans, 
 and had but one ambition, namely, to clean up Mexico. 
 They maintained that the men in the State of Texas 
 could do it alone if the Government would only grant 
 them the permission. Sergeant Webber, who also came 
 from Texas, maintained the same opinion, and in view 
 of that fact there must have been something in it. 
 
 You all recall Sergeant Gheen, from Pennsylvania. I 
 remember the smile that bedecked his face the day he 
 received that little piece of paper which made him a 
 free man once again. He was of a very serious na- 
 ture and rather quiet. He made a good sergeant and 
 was well liked by the boys. 
 
 Then there was the quietest boy in the company. He 
 came from Boston, and to him Boston was the world, 
 especially when he had France in mind. His ''pal" 
 was a corporal whose name I have forgotten. He 
 hailed from Pennsylvania also. The corporal chris- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 113 
 
 tened his friend "Sleepy," but to us he always seemed 
 wide awake. He was in the office for a long time and 
 was then transferred to Headquarters Company as 
 clerk. He could not live in harmony with Paul Kor- 
 win, who was head clerk ( ?) in the company office, and 
 so "Sleep" got out. 
 
 Then there were Petersen, Perry and Kenney. We 
 were all impressed with Petersen as being a fellow who 
 thought he knew it all, but "Pete" was really a good 
 fellow if one understood him. Many times have I 
 had long conversations with him on various topics, and 
 I always found him to be intelligent. But you know 
 we all have our own opinions, likes and dislikes, and so 
 it was with "Pete." He had those he liked, and there 
 were those who didn't like him, but he never had any 
 trouble and always passed the time of day with every 
 man. 
 
 Perry was a funny fellow. He would get half-shot 
 and then the fun would start. He was very witty and 
 made things pleasant for all. He was only about 
 twenty years of age, a regular army man, and when we 
 were demobilized he still had some time to put in. 
 
 Kenney hailed from Colorado. He was a brilliant 
 fellow, but never seemed to get an5rwhere. During our 
 last days in France he succeeded Turk as mail sergeant 
 and, indeed, he made good. He gave excellent service 
 and was always on the job and very accommodating. 
 I believe he has returned to Colorado and will again 
 engage in cattle raising. His health was somewhat 
 impaired, but I have recently been informed that he is 
 rapidly returning to his former condition of health and 
 vigor. Let us wish him luck in whatever field he may 
 enter. 
 
 To continue the story of our travel, after having been 
 at Bourg for several weeks, we left for Ambares. We 
 
114 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 marched all the way, and things were most disagree- 
 able. It was wet, muddy and raining. At Ambares 
 we were broken up and billeted in barns, private houses, 
 etc. Every one was disgusted with this change. We 
 were far away from the main part of the city and there 
 was no form of entertainment. There was no "Y," no 
 "K. of C." In fact, we were isolated from all civiliza- 
 tion. To make matters worse, the "flu" broke out and 
 we were again quarantined — might just as well be, for 
 there was nothing to do and nowhere to go. However, 
 we managed to get a few sweets and some wine even 
 though under quarantine. But who could stop the 
 "Sheriff" from getting his "vin rouge"? 
 
 On Sundays we would walk out into the country and 
 visit our French friends. We would hear all about this 
 war and the other wars which have helped to devastate 
 and ruin France. The people were kind and interest- 
 ing. Those who were fortunate enough to have cameras 
 took pictures of the various interesting sites, many of 
 which appear in this book. It rained nearly every day 
 while we were at Ambares, and many of us were unfor- 
 tunate enough to be a mile or so away from the kitchen, 
 and more than once we went without a meal. We were 
 certainly glad when we left this "burgh," and felt sure 
 that our next stop would be an embarkation camp. It 
 was known as such, but before we were to put forth 
 upon the briny deep we had still another stop to make. 
 
 From Ambares we moved to Genicart. It was here 
 that we were deloused. We began to go through the 
 necessary process early in the day, and did not finish 
 until the early hours of the morning. Everything was 
 taken from us. We were supposed to be the first com- 
 pany put through, but whatever happened, we were 
 among the last. We had a fine hot bath, a medical ex- 
 amination, and were given clean clothing from the skin 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 115 
 
 out and from the feet up. Now we were positive we 
 would soon start for home. 
 
 Our barracks were built of wood and fairly comfort- 
 able. Our meals were really good, and there was a Vic- 
 tory Theatre near, besides a "Y" hut and a "K. of C." 
 hut, both of which were crowded day and night. We 
 were in charge of Colonel Hennessey at Genicart. 
 This colonel was known to almost every American sol- 
 dier. They had nicknamed him ''Spike," and, believe 
 me, he was hard-boiled. One day while awaiting or- 
 ders he called the regiment out, company by company, 
 and examined them to see whether or not they had con- 
 cealed any sweaters or leather jerkins. He found a big 
 supply, and then there was trouble in camp. This event 
 is said to have caused us considerable delay in sailing. 
 
 I remember when Headquarters was searched. Sol- 
 diers and non-coms snatched off their sweaters and jer- 
 kins, and you could see them flying in all directions. 
 "Spike" soon got wise, and you all remember the results. 
 Still, many managed to bring their leather jerkins home 
 wit hthem, and they were worth while cribbing. Even 
 the officers were "in" on them. 
 
 Leaving Genicart, we went to Paulliac. Part of the 
 journey was made by boat and part on foot. Here we 
 were billeted in a building which had been used for the 
 construction of seaplanes. "Pop" Cherney became the 
 possessor of part of a plane and brought it back to the 
 States with him. 
 
 The building was a massive one, and we had several 
 thousand troops billeted with us, among them being men 
 of the Black Hawk Division and Red Hatchet Division. 
 It was here that an epidemic of mumps broke out, and 
 while we did not have them, nevertheless we had to 
 suffer and were held in quarantine at Camp Eustis, 
 Virginia, when we arrived from overseas. 
 
ii6 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 After a tiresome and unpleasant stay at Pauillac, we 
 finally embarked for home. We sailed on the "Mada- 
 waska," formerly a German passenger vessel. The 
 journey, which required thirteen days, was a tedious 
 one, but finally we arrived at Newport News, glad to 
 get back to the good old U. S. A. We went to Camp 
 Stuart, and after another delousing proceeded to Camp 
 Eustis (Useless). It was here that we were held in 
 quarantine because of the mumps. Very few men from 
 Headquarters Company caught the disease. Among 
 the sufferers were Kenney, the mail sergeant, and 
 French Wright. These are the only two I recall at the 
 present time. There may have been others. Finally 
 the quarantine was lifted, and from that day on the men 
 in the office were constantly questioned as to when cer- 
 tain detachments would leave. The work progressed 
 nicely under the able supervision and direction of Lieu- 
 tenant Waters, and within three or four days not only 
 Headquarters Company, but the Forty-seventh Coast 
 Artillery Corps, was only a memory. 
 
 Thus ended Headquarters Company, and every one 
 was happy. Now they are scattered throughout the 
 United States, for every State in the Union seemed to 
 be represented not only in the regiment, but especially 
 in Headquarters Company. They were a pleasant, 
 agreeable, willing body of men, and no doubt this book 
 will be a treasure to them and will keep their memories 
 refreshed in so far as their days in the army and in 
 France are concemed. To make comment upon each 
 and every member of the companay would be impos- 
 sible. As I am writing this I am without a roster of 
 the company, and so I am recalling the men as best I 
 can. Those who are not mentioned need not feel slight- 
 ed, as no particulaar choice was made in commenting 
 on any individual. I have dealt impartially with all, as 
 all were my friends and comrades. To make mention 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 117 
 
 oi every member would require not only many long 
 :hours' work, but also much space in our book, which 
 for many reasons is limited. 
 
 The book was not designed with the purpose of paint- 
 ing each individual's character, but rather to present 
 events, episodes and happenings which will interest all 
 members of the regiment. May it afford you comfort 
 when you feel "blue," and may you always keep it and 
 regard it as a treasure, for it surely will be when age 
 creeps on and you are no longer able to enjoy the social 
 attractions of life. As you sit in your library and skim 
 through it, you will recall pleasant days, happy faces 
 ^nd loving friends. 
 
ii8 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 i 
 
 NE of the most appreciated units of any regi- 
 ment is that one which furnishes stirring 
 music and enlivens the spirits of the men. 
 One Colonel, fully realizing this in the early 
 part of the organization of the regiment, started to build 
 up a band of real worth. The excavation for the foun- 
 dation began in real earnest. 
 
 Down at Fortress Monroe, in the Old Dominion 
 State, was the Fourth Artillery Band. Every man had 
 from two to eight "hash stripes" to his credit. Our 
 Colonel picked three men from this band. The first 
 choice was Musician Gustave A. Vitt, for band leader; 
 second, Musician Walter Vitt, assistant band leader; 
 third. Musician Oliver Baudoin, band sergeant. To 
 hold up the other corner of his edifice, the Command- 
 ing Officer burned the wires to the Soldiers' Home at 
 Phoebus and extracted from the band located there Er- 
 nest Sholes, our present sergeant bugler and chief trum- 
 peter. Now the four corner posts of our band were set. 
 Next to be built was the frame work. Orders were sent 
 out to each organization of the regiment for every man 
 who had any knowledge of a band instrument to report 
 for practice. 
 
 Private Marvin P. Baker, of Texas, reported for 
 work. He told Sergeant Vitt that he used to ''slip the 
 slide" over a few notes down in the "Lone Star State." 
 He was given a horn and took his seat in the pit. The 
 door opened again, and we found Private David Bever- 
 idge entering upon the scene of action. He came from 
 Texas also. He said he used to play a few cords in the- 
 
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 SNAP OUT OF IT! 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 119 
 
 cornet section, so he was sent to the pit ready for duty. 
 Sergeant Vitt then turned around and beheld three more 
 soldiers who had slipped in without making any noise. 
 (To tell the truth about it, Bugler Walter Opperman, 
 better known as "Off," never did make much noise, ex- 
 cept when armed with some kind of an artificial respira- 
 tor, such as a bugle or a cornet.) He told the assistant 
 band leader he guessed he could play a little, anyway 
 (he always was modest, ask any of the bunch) . He took 
 his seat in the orchestra ring armed with a ''trumpet" 
 cornet. Bugler Joseph Sollars said : "As how he lowed, 
 he could perform a little on a baritone sax." Of course, 
 you could tell by his brogue that he was a "Hoosier." 
 So Joe extracted his "foghorn" from its unshapely box 
 and proceeded to his place in the ring. The next fel- 
 low up was Corporal Ray R. Dewey, a long, tall, dis- 
 connected gink who "guessed he could operate a little 
 on an alto horn." He was given one of those "ring- 
 around-the-rosy" effects that looked like a trombone 
 crossed by a baritone. He entered the musical arena 
 ready for combat. This trio, by the way, all hailed 
 from that notorious Battery "B," organized at Fort 
 Washington, Maryland. The next soldier to approach 
 the "melee" was Private Harold B. Anderson, who had 
 won fame as a Jazz artist in some orchestra 'way over 
 among the sticks of Illinois. His instrument was a 
 clarinet in the B flat register. Just as he adjusted his 
 "enlarged" piccolo and got seated comfortably on a soft 
 pine bench, in popped another guy who gave his name 
 as Private Homer B. Mitchell, and right away the 
 group knew this nickname would be "Red," because his 
 hair was the color of brick dust. Yes, he played bass. 
 A detail was appointed from members present to assist 
 our newly arrived brother in conveying his instrument 
 to its place in the pit. During a little intermission that 
 followed Sergeant Vitt remarked that business had been 
 
I20 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 exceptionally good so far, and if he could be fortunate 
 enough to get some one to rattle the snare and ding- 
 dong the bass drum, he would be ready for real business. 
 The suspense was getting to a high pitch, when, lo and 
 behold, the door opened and in stepped two more 
 strangers, clad in khaki. One, of slight stature, didn't 
 look very favorable for a bass-drummer, but one can't 
 always judge by appearance. However, as luck would 
 have it, he said his hobby was the huge drum, so we all 
 decided to let him have it. He gave his name as Pri- 
 vate Roy D. McBride, also from Texas. He slid into 
 position behind his instrument. His ''pard" was a tenor 
 drummer from New "Yok" — that's the way he said it, 
 anyway. His "nom de plume" was Mills. He took up 
 his rattler and sticks, and then the sergeant in charge 
 said we were ready to go; but before we could get 
 started, in popped another guy by the name of Private 
 ^'Bobbie" Andrews (since nicknamed "Duke," having 
 had a dream of inheriting a "handle" from his ances- 
 tors in England). He told Mr. Vitt that he was an 
 "alto-playing fool," and we afterwards found out that 
 he could do a little of the first and act a lot of the latter. 
 
 Now comes the first scene of the musical organization 
 known as the "Forty-seventh Artillery Band" of the 
 Coast Artillery Corps: 
 
 ACT I SCENE I 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 E Clarinet Band Leader Gustave A. Vitt 
 
 Baritone Asst. Band Leader Walter Vitt 
 
 Solo Alto Band Sergeant Oliver Bandoin 
 
 B Clarinet Private Harold B. Anderson 
 
 ist Trombone Private Marvin P. Baker 
 
 ist Cornet Bugler Walter Opperraan 
 
 Baritone Sax Bugler Joseph SoUars 
 
 E Bass Private Homer B. Mitchell 
 
 2nd Cornet Private David Beveridge 
 
 2nd Alto Corporal Roy R. Dewey 
 
 3rd Alto Private Roy D. McBride 
 
 Tenor Drum Private Orville Mills 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 121 
 
 Scenario arranged by the band leader. Lots of music 
 murdered, but the sheets were not injured much and the 
 instruments weathered the storm. Colonel Hardin, still 
 looking for recruits with musical inclination. 
 
 Act II. Time Oct. ist. Scene I. 
 
 Private Louis Nagy, added to the list, came in from 
 Camp Meade. Transferred from replacement troops. 
 Snare Drummer Mills gets a pass to New York to get 
 remarried. Too much marriage caused him to send 
 telegram back to Camp "Useless" that he was "bad 
 sick." Band working hard every day; rehearsals and 
 battalion parades. 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 Orders come to leave for Camp Stuart October 11, 
 1918. Still no snare drummer. Arrive at Stuart after 
 a short hike. Our present sergeant bugler and solo 
 cornetist joins us here. He comes with a good reputa- 
 tion, and from the way he hit the notes at the first re- 
 hearsal at Camp Stuart, he obviously reads some music 
 and has an excellent tone. He is an old cavalry man 
 and will leave with the Forty-seventh, C. A. C. Board 
 "Zeelandia" on the 13th of October, with thirteen mem- 
 bers in the band. Take siding on the promenade deck 
 amidships. More music. Everybody feeling like a 
 sailor the first day out. 
 
 Second Day Out — Musicians Dewey and Andrews 
 playing a losing game — everything going out, nothing 
 coming in. Musician Opperman looking rather pale 
 around the gills, but not putting out anything to the fish. 
 
 Third Day Out — Musician Nagy finds where they 
 keep sandwiches and puts Mitchell and Beveridge next. 
 Musician Sollars pays two bits for one bite of would-be 
 ham sandwich. 
 
122 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Fourth Day Out — Everybody feeling a little better. 
 The "Duke" still in his bunk. Dewey slightly im- 
 proved. Everybody else has his "sea-legs." 
 
 Fifth Day Out — Everybody reports at ten o'clock for 
 concert on fore-well deck. Everybody enjoys "Aban^- 
 don sleep" drill with friend Life Preserver swung 
 "fore" and "aft." 
 
 Sixth Day Out — Nagy and Andrews dine with the 
 crew. Nothing small about Nagy but his appetite. 
 
 The other six days were filled up by the usual routine 
 — no "subs" for excitement. Finally land on the 26th 
 of October at Brest, France. 
 
 Act hi. Scene I. Brest. 
 
 Scenario arranged about four hundred years ago and 
 no improvements as yet. Arranged by what the boys 
 dubbed as "frogs." If they were not "frogs" they would 
 be out of luck. Rains forty days out of every thirty- 
 nine. 
 
 Well, we unloaded on the dock and marched (waded) 
 out to the "rest" camp. There were more "rests" at the 
 camp than any we had ever seen. First you burn the 
 "rest" of the candles and do the "rest" of your work in 
 the dark. Then you eat the "rest" of your corned 
 "boss" left from your emergency rations. Then the 
 "rest" of the bunch is put on detail to do the "rest" of 
 the work around camp and the "rest" of the regiment 
 is put on detail to do the "rest" of the work, such as 
 hauling water by a newly invented "motor power." 
 There were about fourteen motors on each vehicle — 
 some strong, others weak (intentionally) . The "water- 
 wagon special" left camp early and late. Made three 
 trips. Some paid their fare by pushing, others rode, 
 and even dragged their feet free of charge. Sergeant 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 123 
 
 Washberger wore out six whistles in one week round- 
 ing up the band and "non-com" staff for the water- 
 wagon detail. 
 
 Attention to Orders — Forty-seventh Regiment leaves 
 Brest Rest Camp tomorrow; destination, somewhere in 
 France! Everybody gets a new smile, one of those 
 broad grins issued to him on "memorandum receipe" 
 from the supply sergeant. 
 
 EXTRA— MORNING EDITION! 
 
 Band rides on trucks to railroad depot! Lucky for 
 once. All the soldiers in the regiment take a stroll in 
 full packs and finally reach the station. We get car 
 No. 13. Trip uneventful. We arrive at Angouleme, 
 destined to take a great place in the history of the so- 
 called "Boilermakers" of the Forty-seventh Regiment. 
 
 Act IV. Angouleme. Scene I. 
 
 Everybody gets "hard." Slept about three days oa 
 real old-fashioned concrete. Later we receive a bale 
 of straw and a bed sack. Then we move in and sleep 
 on a shelf about like grandma used to keep her dishes 
 on, only wider. Routine of work consisted of rehear- 
 sals — guardmount and concerts every day. Outside of 
 this, we didn't have much to do. 
 
 A few remarks in regard to the personnel of the 
 group : 
 
 Colonel Hardin gets busy and with the assistance 01 
 the band leader they comb the muster-roll of the other 
 organizations for musicians. 
 
 Private Frank B. Ortman came in one day and was 
 given a trial. He claimed as his victim the slippery 
 slide-horn. He made a good impression on the band 
 master and later was transferred to the band from Bac 
 tery "E". 
 
124 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Then Patrick Joseph Sweeney came in to try out for 
 that position that had been vacant so long — snare drum- 
 mer. He made some hit at the first trial. We stole 
 him out of a casual outfit. 
 
 Elzie Unthank, a "mile-a-minute" truck driver, 
 called on the boys at rehearsal one day. We stuck his 
 head in the Helicon, double B bass horn, and every time 
 we turn out for a few "discords" he has the same instru- 
 ment. 
 
 Urban Steinmetz made a business trip into the music 
 parlor of the Forty-seventh Artillery, C. A. C, and was 
 assigned to the sax section, baritonically speaking, Sol- 
 lars having been transferred to the cornet section. Gil- 
 bert Dremen heard of the great merits of our organi- 
 zation. After listening to one of our heart-wringing 
 renditions he knocked at the door and asked for a hear- 
 ing with the band leader. Dreman used to saw a few 
 mielodies on a fiddle, but as yet was unacquainted with 
 a sax-horn. He was given a tenor saxaphone, and at 
 present writing is doing fine. 
 
 Another man with musical ability wandered into the 
 band room one day and asked to take a look at an alto 
 ^'fog horn." Musician SoUars was put on the job and 
 taught him the keyboard and the various positions of 
 the different notes. This man was Corporal H. G. 
 Ainsworth. He is now playing good harmony and 
 holds the rank of third class musician. All other fu- 
 ture efforts to increase the membership of our organi- 
 zation were futile. 
 
 Several of the boys "went over the top" "in the battle 
 of cognac," "vin blanc" and "vin rouge." Sollars was 
 gassed pretty severely, but soon recovered without anv 
 "Serious trouble resulting. Ortman Vent over the top" 
 the same night with Joe, and how many dead "soldiers" 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 125 
 
 were left we never will know. They boast of climbing 
 over many a wall, but never once did they get a bad fall. 
 Beveridge got shot in the scrape, but managed to get 
 home in pretty good shape. Anderson was wounded 
 during the terrible fray, but came home with nothing 
 to say. Sergeant Sholes carries his winning smile down 
 to the park. Take it from me, he made some slaughter 
 at most every concert. 
 
 Act V. BouRG. Scene I. 
 
 Daily Happenings — The bugler never did forget that 
 awful "first call." Sergeant Bandoin never forget to 
 tell you about being prompt at reveille. The elements 
 were daily of the rainy order. Three mess calls meant 
 a six-mile hike every day if attended with regularity. 
 Hikes came every morning, rain or shine, and oversea 
 caps shed the rain like a mosquito bar. More daylight 
 robberies by street peddlers and the wine-room keep- 
 ers. Sergeant Major Robbins playing a cornet at rhis 
 time was wounded severely in the battle of "vin blanc" 
 at this place. There were a few other casualties, but of 
 minor importance. Goose for dinner. Christmas w^as 
 another feature. Band concert was given every day in 
 the park, weather permitting. Musician Dreman made 
 himself famous as a football artist. Musician Ortman 
 wins all the matches and quits. 
 
 Act VI. Ambares. Scene I. 
 
 Band rides again; in fact we always ride, according 
 to the other boys. Some of the boys swore that they 
 had slept on straw in the hay mow before. Sollars still 
 declares he is afraid of rats. Some specimens of the ro- 
 dent make music while we try to sleep. Some of the 
 boys get their third ''wound stripe" at this place. The 
 "Duke" still the "lady-killer," as usual. 
 
126 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Outside — Everybody makes a visit to the major doc- 
 tor. Only two miles to the mess shack to get more grits 
 and slum. Salt still "A. W. O. L." Sugar on the sick 
 list. 
 
 Assistant Band Leader Walter Vitt buries his crip- 
 pled baritone and dresses up as a "slidest tromboneest" 
 artist. Sweeney gets foxy with the drumsticks. 
 
 Musician Nagy takes in washing for the madam. 
 
 Extra — Sun shone two hours out of the last seventy- 
 two. Band hikes all day in the rain. Musician Dewye 
 still growls as the H^O courses down his benign fea- 
 tures just as if he were bareheaded. 
 
 Musician Ortman reaches the side door just in time 
 to drench Monsieur Spencer with a mixture of vin 
 blanc and so forth. "Boku" vin blanc. Ask Frank B., 
 he knows. 
 
 Musician Unthank still goes to bed at six o'clock 
 and then has to be pulled out at reveille. 
 
 Dreman and Mitchell put on a six-round bout. 
 Mitchell takes the count. 
 
 Sergeant Bandoin conducts a side trip to the "city of 
 the dead." They find many grave situations. 
 
 "Flu" breaks out among the inhabitants. Every- 
 thing quarantined. All a fake. No sickness develop- 
 ing! 
 
 Musician Baker returns home with Cayuga Sollars, 
 the latter having spent a few hours with Misses Vin 
 Blanc and Old Man Cognac. The other three boys 
 made it all right without assistance. 
 
 Mess Sergeant Heffuer celebrates his birthday by a 
 big feed. Band presents him with a few boxes of ci- 
 gars and their compliments. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 127 
 
 Good News — Leave Ambares tomorrow! Every- 
 body happy! 
 
 Act VII. Genicart. Scene I. 
 
 Truck driver hauled us about fourteen miles — only 
 nine out of the way. 
 
 Everybody turns out to go through the "mill." Good- 
 by, "cootie," you must leave me. 
 
 Several of the boys get caught in the sweater round- 
 up, no jerkins having been issued. Lots of excitement. 
 Major McDonald saves the day. 
 
 Band takes a hike to another camp to change their 
 money into real American "kale." No more coupon 
 money. 
 
 Musician Sollars finds that he forgot his blouse at the 
 first inspection. The Colonel smiles and passes on down 
 the line. Sergeant Opperman gets another "bawling 
 out." 
 
 Everybody kept pretty busy between Y. M. C. A., 
 daily inspections and concerts. 
 
 Band plays at Genicart No. i for officers' dance. 
 Good night, nurse! Over one hundred nurses present 
 from surrounding hospitals. Colonel Spike Hennessy 
 officiates. 
 
 Off again. Orders come to leave for Pauillac. 
 
 Act VIII. Pauillac. Scene I. 
 
 Hike to Bassens through another downpour of the 
 elements. Band "S. O. L." again. Had to walk! 
 
 Arrived at Pauillac about noon. Sollars and Dewey 
 dine with Battery "B". 
 
128 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Everybody takes a bunk in an aeroplane factory. 
 Moved our bunks only five times in one day. Not so 
 bad! 
 
 Everybody gets a cold some way, don't know just ex- 
 actly how it was done. Coughs were universal. Sound- 
 ed like a tuberculosis sanitarium. 
 
 Band hikes into town. Sergeant Baudoin in charge. 
 Everybody invests in a little "cough medicine." Mitch- 
 ell gets so much that he can't find "dark town." Struters 
 Ball that afternoon. The boys say he got hit with an- 
 other sour apple. 
 
 Major McDonald, our doctor, sends in a growl 
 against conditions at this place. Everybody wants to 
 set sail. "My kingdom for a ship!" 
 
 Band Leader Vitt advises against any more hikes to 
 the city. No more "cough syrup !" 
 
 Sergeant Major Robbins quits band and takes up his 
 work at regimental headquarters. 
 
 Mess funds slaughtered. Everybody speeds up on 
 the feed. That pleases all. 
 
 Nagy loses first place in the appetite race. Sweeney 
 passes him in the third quarter, but Nagy finishes 
 strong. Davy Beveridge takes third place. 
 
 Corporal Elzie Unthank sleeps so much his mous- 
 tache grows too long to be mowed by a Gillette safety,, 
 so he decides to start a brush factory on his upper lip. 
 The fashion grows. Corporal Steinmetz and Musician 
 Ainsworth decide to let theirs grow. 
 
 A great change in the weather here. Not much rain. 
 
 Common expressions: "Where is our boat?" "When 
 do we eat?" Pull in your neck!" 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 129 
 
 Everybody yearning for a boat. Transports going by 
 nearly every day. Why, why don't they stop? 
 
 Report came in one evening that we were to leave in 
 the morning. Right away everybody branded the re- 
 port "S. O. S." But would you believe it? The ship 
 was there, "strong and staunch, a goodly vessel." 
 
 Last Act— on the Good Ship "Madawaska." 
 
 Band, slated for second-class passage, goes to the hold 
 on Deck No. 2, compartment 11. Good sailing first 
 day, but rough weather sets in and spoils quite a few of 
 our appetites. "Duke" sticks to his bunk. Musicians 
 Mitchell, Dreman, Andrews, Dewey, Sweeney and Bev- 
 eridge give a banquet to the fish. 
 
 Several members of band get an unexpected bath, 
 when a wave comes through the ventilator. 
 
 Everybody spends "bookoo" money at Troops' Can- 
 teen. 
 
 Time drags slowly. Stormy sea every day. "Sea- 
 legs" prevent the return of that woeful malady known 
 as seasickness. 
 
 We reach Newport News. Band forms and plays 
 lots of ragtime music. They take their place at head 
 of the column and play the regiment into Camp Stuart. 
 Gee ! It's nice to see the grand old U. S. A. once more. 
 Band gets some apples along the, line and gets picture 
 taken in act of eating. 
 
 Not much doing at Stuart. We pack our instruments 
 and board train. Back to "Useless" once more. 
 
 Now, as I close this little epistle, we are all waiting 
 to go our way, to get our discharge. And as we part 
 may we all remember that we tried to do our bit and 
 were willing to give the Hun all that was due him had 
 it been necessary. 
 
I30 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 • i 
 
 5 i 
 
 HE Supply Company, like the tail of a kite, 
 always comes last. This order of things, 
 however, does not detract one iota from its 
 relative importance. In fact, it is the abso- 
 lute reverse, for was it not Napoleon who said, "An 
 army moves on its belly," and is not the Supply Com- 
 pany that supplies the daily fuel for this "food fur- 
 nace" that bolsters troop morale — the key to victory^ 
 
 Yes, many have been the nights that batteries slept 
 while the Supply Company kept the rations rolling. 
 And during the days of organization many were the 
 long and weary nights that the Supply Company sorted 
 and salvaged coats and breeches, shirts, shoes and socks, 
 and a thousand other articles of equipment, not to men- 
 tion the volume of paper work incident thereto. 
 
 And when the orders came to move, who was it that 
 took charge of the regimental property, who furnished 
 the transportation, who furnished the bed sacks and the 
 straw to fill them, who begged and pleaded with the 
 Quartermaster for supplies one minute and fought him 
 the next — The Supply Company. 
 
 No, the Supply Company is not a "disease," as a non- 
 commissioned staff officer recently expressed it. The 
 Supply Company is an independent, self-supporting, 
 self-sustaining unit of the Forty-seventh Regiment that 
 daily ministers to the wants and needs of the other or- 
 ganizations that comprise it. 
 

 SOME CLOSE-UPS 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 131 
 
 ITS PERSONNEL. 
 
 The Supply Company's personnel consists of 86 en- 
 listed men, commanded by the Unit Supply Officer and 
 a first and second lieutenant. Attached to the Supply 
 Company is the Ordnance Corps, composed of 28 enlist- 
 ed men and one commissioned officer. 
 
 The Unit Supply Officer holds what may well be 
 termed one of the most important offices in the regi- 
 ment. He is (i) commander of the Supply Company 
 and responsible for its efficient training and operation; 
 (2) he is both responsible and accountable for the many 
 thousands of dollars of government property handled 
 by him and his assistants each day; (3) he has complete 
 charge of the transportation system of the regiment, 
 which, when fully equipped, consists of 105 motor 
 cycles, no three-ton trucks and 40 touring cars; (4) he 
 has general supervision over the Ordnance Corps, which 
 is directly responsible for the artillery, guns, rifles, am- 
 munition, and the various sundry equipment connected 
 therewith. 
 
 In the fulfilment of the duties of his office, the Unit 
 Supply Officer is assisted by three commissioned offi- 
 cers, three sergeants major, ordnance sergeants, clerks 
 and specialists, all coming under his direct supervision, 
 while the remainder of the company's strength is under 
 the direct instruction of his commissioned officers. 
 
 Supply Company Notes. 
 
 The difficulty in getting candles at Bourg was largely 
 occasioned by the fact that the supply sergeant needed 
 them all for his French lessons by candlelight. 
 
 ••• »•• ••• 
 
 The Hospital Twins: Schneider and Kuhn — Schnei- 
 der to dodge duty and Kuhn to get "foot ease." 
 
132 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Private McDermott, while returning from the wine- 
 shop "zig-zag," meets an officer and collapses. 
 
 When the armistice was signed Private McKay threw 
 his rifle away, deciding that he no longer needed it. 
 
 ••. .«. .*. 
 
 Sergeant Major Stockman always wants to know if 
 your socks are washed when he exchanges clothing — but 
 it doesn't matter if you have a bottle of "vin" on your 
 hip. 
 
 •o .•• .«. 
 
 Ordnance Sergeant Blackwell's anxiety to get back to 
 the States grows stronger every day. It is reported that 
 he even bought a diamond ring in Angouleme. 
 
 .*. .«. .«. 
 
 Private Ramsey says he can't figure out how the 
 deuce they can make an ordnance man do K. P. 
 
 Sergt. Hartsell — I wish I could get a pass for Italy. 
 
 Sergt. Taylor — Why do you want that? 
 
 Sergt. Hartsell — The day goes (dagoes) by quicker. 
 
 It didn't take our new top sergeant long to spell Pri- 
 vate Leary's name "Weary." 
 
 Private Baker says he is a cousin of the Secretary of 
 War. In Bourg he telegraphed to him for a warrant 
 for corporal. He still draws private's pay. 
 
 .». .•• ■•• 
 
 Private Wilcox would like to know what the proper 
 chevron is for an acting corporal. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 133 
 
 One section of the supply company is always in trou- 
 ble, the commissary. Sergeant Major Kulp and his two 
 assistants— Amundson and Moon— were always in trou- 
 ble. Whenever they drew jam, syrup or any delicious 
 preserves, the boys helped themselves whenever the op- 
 portunity presented itself. Seeing that his provisions 
 were constantly disappearing, Kulp had a guard from 
 the ordnance detachment placed to see to it that no one 
 took anything. But his precautions were not effective, 
 for while the regiment was living on scanty fare the 
 ordnance detachment were living like princes. Amund- 
 son and Moon were not able to take care of the commis- 
 sary and watch the jam. 
 
 Leamon : ''Say, Joe, when you go to the "Y" bring us 
 back the right time." 
 
 Sammon: "How can I, Tom; I've got no watch." 
 Leamon: "Well, can't you write it down on a piece 
 
 of paper." 
 
 .«. ••• ••• 
 
 Cabral: "I can tell that it is going to rain tonight." 
 McDermott: "Howcanyou?" 
 Cabral : "I know because my joints ache." 
 McDermott: "Well, then, be-jabbers they must ache 
 always in France ; 'tis raining here since we come over." 
 
 One night the Colonel and a Major picked one of the 
 boys who used vin blanc to excess. Coming into the 
 camp, the auto was halted by a sentry who wanted to 
 know "who's there?" The prisoner replied, "It's me 
 and my two orderlies." 
 
 Bourg is an old town where kings once lived and 
 which was visited by several emperors. Here our com- 
 
134 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 pany billeted for some weeks among the French peas- 
 ants, and we enjoyed it, for we were actually living in 
 the town and there was no chance of confining us to an 
 enclosed area. We participated in many games with 
 the natives and enjoyed their dances and social times. 
 It was an old-fashioned town and their amusements 
 were interesting. Everybody was welcome. They did 
 not dance the *'fox-trot" nor the "one-step," but they en- 
 joyed themselves very much in the old-fashioned way. 
 The Supply Company took an active part in these 
 amusements. They were favorites among the mademoi- 
 selles, and after they had their work done each day sup- 
 plying food to the other units of the regiment, they 
 could be seen '^promenading" with pretty French 
 maids. It was here that Sergeant Batina, better known 
 as *'Mike," demonstrated his usefulness. He was placed 
 in charge of the wood and coal pile. Faithfully obey- 
 ing the orders of his captain not to let anyone take 
 any of this property, he watched his coal and wood as a 
 cat would watch a mouse. At night when it was time 
 to retire, he would draw a sketch of his wood pile and 
 compare it with the original in the morning to ascertain 
 if anyone took any wood during the night. This method 
 soon failed, and Mike went to the Captain and told him 
 that someone was stealing his wood. He made the sug- 
 gestion that it would be a good idea to get a measuring 
 instrument to obtain the length and breadth of his pile, 
 and expressed himself in favor of a ''four-foot yard- 
 stick." The Captain told him he would see if he could 
 get him one; perhaps they had one in France. Mike 
 was very fussy about having a neat coal and wood pile. 
 He made the boys heap it "all in one pile with the one 
 side up." 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 135 
 
 A Comedy in Three Acts. 
 
 Act I. 
 
 Time: 9.30 P. M. every night. 
 
 Place: Supply Company barracks. 
 
 A Voice in the Dark: "Lights out!" 
 
 Doc: "Pull in your neck." 
 
 Freeman : "Put out those lights, we work all day." 
 
 Crowley: "Just a minute, I'm not in bed yet." 
 
 Rinehart: "That's all right, lights should be out dt 
 9.00 o'clock." 
 
 After some argument, the lights are finally exiin- 
 guished. 
 
 Act II. 
 
 Time : Ten minutes later. 
 
 Place: Same. 
 
 Enter Hollis: "Who in Sam Hill turned my bed 
 over?" (He immediately turns on the lights.) 
 
 Stockie: "Put out those lights, don't be a rookie all 
 your life." 
 
 Greenhorn: "That's right, Stockie, you tell him, I'm 
 marked quarters. Tell him all about how you wear 
 sandpaper collars on your rough neck." 
 
 Hollis: "If the guy who did this is man enough to 
 get up, I'll lick him." (Giggles from the squad-room.) 
 
 Rinehart: "Gee, I'm glad that guy don't sleep near 
 me. 
 
 Goldberg: "Lights out!" 
 
 Soldiers : "Lights out, we're working with a pick and 
 shovel all day." 
 
136 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Crowley reaches up and takes off the switch, after 
 which HoUis starts to rave some more, goes into the of- 
 fice and secures another switch. 
 
 Stockie: "Lights out, you big bum, you don't need to 
 think because you're big you can run the army." 
 
 Hollis: "Is there any one big enough to stop me in 
 this room?" 
 
 Crowley: "All together" (censored). 
 
 After collecting his numerous personal effects and 
 part of his bed and blankets, Hollis "turns in" and puts 
 out the lights. 
 
 Act III. 
 
 Time : Fifteen minutes later. 
 
 Place: Same. 
 
 Enter Schmieter and Henschen, who fall over every 
 obstacle in the squad-room before they reach their 
 bunks. 
 
 Schmieter lights a candle and starts in: "Any one 
 that would turn over a fellow's bunk is a low-down 
 bum. Who the deuce took my mattress? Of course, 
 Hollis has it." 
 
 Voice in the Dark: "If you'd get in at a respectable 
 hour you might be able to find it." 
 
 Henschen : "Well, I'd like to know who put all those 
 screen doors on my bed?" 
 
 Rinehart: "Ask that Englishman over there, he might 
 know." 
 
 Doc: "Pipe down, you jail bird." 
 
 Rinehart: "Pull in your neck." 
 
 Doc: "I can't, I've got the mumps." 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 137 
 
 After another half hour every one gets settled down 
 and Gus and Mox Green start to snore. 
 
 Smash! Bang!! 
 
 Goldberg: "What the dickens is that?" 
 
 Gunther: "Only some rookie over there threw a mess 
 kit at Gus." 
 
 Kelley: "Roll over, Gus, you're sleeping out loud." 
 
 Just then "taps" blows and activities are suspended 
 until morning. 
 
138 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 < 
 
 iflcbical Betatljmcnt. | 
 
 
 T the time of the forming of the Medical 
 Detachment of the Forty-seventh Artillery 
 Regiment the personnel consisted of two 
 ^ officers and thirty-three men, as follows: 
 Captain McDonald in command, Lieutenant Kirby, 
 Sergeant Hall and thirty-two privates. 
 
 Sergeant Hall was acting top sergeant. We were 
 organized to war strength in enlisted men, but did 
 not get our full quota of officers until later. Captain 
 McDonald, being an old army man, did not lose much 
 time putting the organization on the right road to dis- 
 cipline. 
 
 The enlisted personnel came from Greenleaf, Ga., a 
 few weeks previous to the forming of the regiment, hav- 
 ing arrived July 29, 19 18. From the time of our ar- 
 rival until the regiment was formed we passed our leis- 
 ure time from reveille till retreat digging ditches and 
 grubbing stumps, and from retreat until reveille we 
 passed the time fighting mosquitoes, so we never failed 
 to get plenty of exercise. 
 
 After the regiment was formed our sergeant began 
 to make himself known by roaring out his melodious 
 voice and knocking us into squads right and left. Sel- 
 dom did anybody fail to carry out his orders negli- 
 gently. 
 
 Our drill periods were soon cut short, owing to the 
 fact that malarial fever broke out in the regiment. 
 Many of the men were detailed to take care of the sick. 
 This epidemic was checked in about three weeks, but 
 no sooner had it been checked than another broke out, 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 139 
 
 which was much worse. For three weeks there seemed 
 to be no check to the disease, and all precautions were 
 used before we gained any headway on it. 
 
 For three weeks the entire personnel was placed on 
 heavy duty to effect a quick recovery of the sick, and 
 finally the results began to show. Previous to the epi- 
 demic of Spanish influenza we had received our full 
 quota of officers, having had Lieutenant Mitchel, of 
 Baltimore, and Lieutenant Piper, of Idaho, assigned to 
 us. Lieutenant Mitchel reported for duty on August 
 13, 1918, and Lieutenant Piper on September 16, 1918. 
 Although we needed the four officers to fight the battle 
 that was in front of us, two of them were attacked by the 
 epidemic and were sent to the Base Hospital. After 
 much hard work, the disease was practically eliminated 
 and we were soon ready for "overseas" service. At the 
 time of our departure four enlisted men and one officer, 
 Lieutenant Kirby, were left in the hospital, while Lieu- 
 tenant Mitchel was lucky in getting out of the hospital a 
 few days previous to our preparations for overseas. 
 
 Captain McDonald, in the meantime, had been pro- 
 moted to the rank of major. 
 
 The day before our leaving we had four enlisted men 
 transferred into our organization to fill the vacancies 
 that had been left by men sent to the hospital, but ow- 
 ing to the fact that doctors were not numerous even be- 
 fore war was declared, we were unable to get another 
 one assigned to us. 
 
 At one time fifty per cent, of our men were in the 
 hospital and, to our deep regret, we lost one faithful 
 comrade. Private James F. Jones, who died from 
 influenza after only ten days' sickness. 
 
 After reaching Camp Stuart we received an order to 
 split up, part of us being assigned to detached service 
 
I40 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 on another ship of the convoy that carried Battery "F" 
 of our regiment. It fell to Lieutenant Mitchel to take 
 six enlisted men with him for this service. The follow- 
 ing were selected : Sergeant Griner, Ray Kennedy, John 
 Kincannon, Charles J. Johnson, Howard Williams, Ja- 
 cob Mueller. They boarded the Italian ship "King of 
 Italy." 
 
 Lieutenant Mitchell was sanitary inspector. of the 
 ship, while the enlisted men had practically nothing to 
 do except take in the sights. The reason for the few 
 responsibilities was that the ship's hospital took care of 
 all the sick. Upon landing at Brest, we found ourselves 
 still on detached service. Our stay in Brest was very 
 short, and we soon joined the rest of the organization. 
 
 After leaving Brest the detachment had very light 
 work, with the exception of some blistered heels, 
 sprained ankles and body lice. 
 
 Previous to our leaving Angouleme, Lieutenant 
 Mitchell was transferred to a base hospital, leaving us 
 two new officers. While at Angouleme, Bourg and 
 Ambares there was little demand for medical attention, 
 with the exception of "shots." There were sometimes 
 tragical scenes when "shots" in the arms were to be 
 given, but when Major McDonald said "Give him a 
 shot," he was sure to get it. 
 
 On our way back from France, while crossing the 
 water, our men were continually exposed to the mumps, 
 which prevailed in the 326th Field Artillery Regiment, 
 and as a result one of our men, Private Ray Parris, took 
 them and was transferred to the hospital while on the 
 boat. On the second day after arriving in Camp Stuart 
 two more of our men took the mumps and were also 
 transferred. The last two men to catch the mumps 
 while at Camp Stuart were brothers, and each consid- 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 141 
 
 ered himself lucky when he found out that his brother 
 also had them. 
 
 The next day after our arrival back in old Camp 
 Stuart we received a most welcome order from Regi- 
 mental Headquarters, stating that some of the men 
 would be transferred within forty-eight hours. Most 
 of the men were glad to get back home, yet they had 
 been together so long that there seemed to be much re- 
 gret in the separation. 
 
 At the time of our demobilization we had a few more 
 promotions. Privates Hicks, John M. Johnson and 
 Oscar W. Hood were made first-class privates; First 
 Class Private Sam Jones was promoted to corporal, and 
 First Class Private Kennedy to sergeant. 
 
 Upon the day of our departure we were all able to 
 say and realize that our officers had been ever faithful 
 to the trust which Uncle Sam had placed in their hands. 
 We all thank them for the best that was to be had under 
 the circumstances, and bid them a good-luck farewell. 
 
 We also thank Colonel Hardin for the strict and 
 moral discipline that he has maintained while our or- 
 ganization has been attached to his command, which 
 discipline will ever be a guide through the avenues of 
 life in after days. 
 
142 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
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 • • 
 
 REGIMENTAL STAFF 
 
 JOSEPH S. HARDIN Colonel Commanding 
 
 Care of The Adjutant-General, War Department. 
 
 WILLIAM K. MOORE Lieutenant Colonel 
 
 Care of The Adjutant- General, War Department. 
 
 G. W. SMALL Captain C. A., Regimental Adjutant 
 
 The Terraces, Mount Washington, Md. 
 
 r. B. WATERS 1st Lieutenant C. A., Personnel Adjutant 
 
 Murray, Kertucky. 
 
 EDWIN BURLING Chaplain 
 
 FIRST BATTALION 
 
 -JOHN K. JEMISON Major C. A., Commanding 
 
 Barnesville, Georgia. 
 
 H. A. DYER Captain C. A., Battalion Adjutant 
 
 Care of The Adjutant-Gteneral, War Department. 
 
 SECOND BATTALION 
 
 •CHAS. G. ATKIN Maajor C. A., Commanding 
 
 82 West 120th Street, New York City, N. Y. 
 
 C. D. HINDLE Captain C. A., Battalion Adjutant 
 
 Care of The Adjutant-General, War Department. 
 
 THIRD BATTALION 
 
 JOHN HOMER Major C. A., Commanding 
 
 Care of The Adjutant-General, War Department. 
 
 •THOMAS E. WRIGHT Captain C. A., Battalion Adjutant 
 
 802 Sixth Street, S. W. Roanoke, Virginia. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 143 
 
 BATTERY "A" 
 
 Vergne Chappell Captain War Department, Washington. 
 
 Vernon F. Wilson 1st Lieut Hartington, Nebraska 
 
 Lester H. Fackiner 1st Lieut West Summit, New Jersey. 
 
 Francis C. Curtin 2nd Lieut 112 W.Borden Ave., Syracuse,N.Y. 
 
 Scott F. Tamer 2nd Lieut 7165 Hermitage St.,Pittsburgli, Pa. 
 
 Deegan, Edward P 1st Sergt 104 W. 96th St., N. Y. City, N.Y., 
 
 care of J. J. McDonnell 
 
 Steponaitis, Frank Mess Sergt 31 Monroe St., Taunton, Mass. 
 
 Taylor, Richard K Sup. Sergt Lake Citv, Florida. 
 
 Scully, James E Sergeant 455 W. 18th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Peteley, Louis Sergeant 193 32nd St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Divone, Dominic Sergeant 422 E. 117th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Plenge, Fred Sergeant 104 W. 95th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Fullerton, Charles H Sergeant 19 Idlewild St., Memphis, Tenn. 
 
 Fitzgerald, Joseph P. F Sergeant 40 West 93rd St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Rubow, Edward Sergeant 645 Columbus Av., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Mankel, Addison A Sergeant 1305 Olivant St., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Johnston, Thomas N Sergeant 248 W. 149th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Cohen, Isaac Sergeant 1102 Washington Av., N. Y., N. Y. 
 
 Markle, Leigh M Sergeant West Hurley, New York. 
 
 Newport, Franze S Corporal La FoUette, Tenn. 
 
 Fieseler, George G Corporal 316 Church St., Iowa City, Iowa. 
 
 Reese, George A Corporal Wolverine, Mich. 
 
 Cohen, Milton F Corporal 751 Forest Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Wiener, Irving Corporal 7 West 63rd St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Lang, Edward S Corporal 311 51st St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Most, Frederick J Corporal 354 49th St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Duffy, John A Corporal 315 Central Pk. West, N. Y., N. Y. 
 
 Schneider, Philip Corporal 1203 B'dway, MeKees Rocks, Pa. 
 
 Borkowski, John Corporal 150 Everett St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 Alexander, Walter S Corporal R. F. D. No. 57, Sharon, Pa. 
 
 Mellott, Chester C Corporal NeflE, Ohio. 
 
 McCormick, Clifford S Corporal Burgettstown, Pa. 
 
 Schwartz, Arthur J Corporai 1028 Madeline St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 Ritola, John A Corporal R. F. D. No. 1, Thompson, Ohio. 
 
 Shumate, James V Corporal Nemours, West Virginia 
 
 Fleming, Edward A Corporal 309 West 27th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Gluck, Elmer W Corporal 210 Franklin St., Buffalo, N. Y. 
 
 Wold, Louis C Corporal 1041 Ohio St., Hancock, Mich. 
 
 Bailey, Benjamin F Corporal Marseille, Illinois 
 
 Mura, Walter D Corporal 37 Weld St., Rochester, N. Y. 
 
 Reiter, Joe O Corporal Byron, Oklahoma 
 
 Miedel, Irvin W Corporal 116 Coal St., Wheeling, W. Va. 
 
 Patton, Noval C Cook Grantsburg, Ind. 
 
 Schneider, Rudolph Cook 121 Fulton Ave., Astoria, L.I. , N.Y. 
 
 Goetz, Henry G Cook East Cherry St., Watseka, 111. 
 
 Chamberlain, William J Cook Walnut Ridge, Ark. 
 
 Goode, Harry G Mechanic Rutherford College, North Carolina 
 
 Schimek, William V Mechanic 3014 Lexington St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Nichols, Melvin R Mechanic 820 Main St., Bennington, Vt. 
 
 Wiiken, Conrad Mechanic 34 Garden St., Castleton Corners, 
 
 Staten Island, N. Y. 
 
 Briscoe, Joseph A! Wagoner 125 B. 88th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Button, Carl I Wagoner 748 N. Maui St., Norwich, Conn. 
 
 Erlenbach, Walter L Wagoner R. F. D. No. 1, Gahanna, Ohio 
 
 GrifBth, Thomas R Wagoner Radnor, Ohio 
 
 Hackett, Paul M Wagoner 101 Hamlin Av., Vandergrif t, Pa. 
 
 Herderick, Edward E Wagoner 1369 S. Fifth St., Columbus, Ohio 
 
 Horton, Alvah F Wagoner Hughsonville, New York 
 
 Lauer, Fred. G Wagoner R. F. D. No. 1, Albany, 111. 
 
 McCabe, James E Wagoner 14 S. Elm St., Beacon, N. Y. 
 
 Mohan, Elmer J Wagoner R. F. D. No. 3, Streator, 111. 
 
 Neild, John Wagoner 136 Thayer St., Jamestown, N. Y. 
 
 Piper, Walter B Wagoner 945 Seventh St., La Salle, 111. 
 
 Vincent, Ray P Wagoner 1526 Center Ave., Harvey, III. 
 
 Walensky, Ben Wagoner 2331 N. Kedzie Blvd., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Walkowski, Edward B Wagoner Bessemer, Mich. 
 
 White, Roy M Wagoner 2423 Smalley Court, Chicago, IlL 
 
 Wilson, Harold A Wagoner Dover, 111. 
 
 Wozniak, Andrew L Wagoner 750 Wesson Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
 
 Ziegenhom, Maurice L Wagoner Clay ton villa. 111. 
 
 Rice, Louis K Bugler, 1st CI 406 N. Lowden St.,Winchester,Va. 
 
 Bass, Van E Bugler Bassfield, Miss. 
 
 Adams, John W Private, Ic Galax, Virginia 
 
 Beesmer, Roy Private, Ic 18 Orchard St., Tarrytown, N. Y. 
 
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 Ic 591 Main St., Poughkeepsie, N.Y. 
 
 Ic Emmet, Tenn. 
 
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 Ic Murray, Texas 
 
 Ic 3028 McColloch St.,Wheellng,W.Va. 
 
 Ic .Great Kills, Staten Island, N. Y. 
 
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 Ic. .... .137 S. 8nd St., Quakertown, Pa. 
 
 Ic 1955 N. Ohio Av.,Connersville,Ind, 
 
 Ic 590 W. Drive, Woodruff Place, 
 
 Indianapolis, Ind. 
 
 Ic 275 Maple St., Springfield, Mass. 
 
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 Ic 344 W. 3rd St., Connersville, Ind. 
 
 Ic 54 N. Water St.,Poughkeepsie,N.Y. 
 
 Ic 338 S. Wash. St.,Bloomington,Ind. 
 
 Ic 54 Chrystie St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 64 E. 116th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 32 Judson St., Maiden, Mass. 
 
 Ic 108 Magnolia Av., Jersey City, N.J. 
 
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 Ic 5 N. Maple St., N. Woburn, Mass. 
 
 Ic 75 Yale Ave., Ossining, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 518 Cottonwood St., Gr.Forks.N.D. 
 
 Ic 8 Browning Ave.,Dorchester,Mass. 
 
 Ic 151 Garden St., Poughkeepsie.N.Y. 
 
 Ic 25 Delano St., Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Ic Dawes, West Virginia 
 
 Ic 34 Jones St., Rochester, N. Y. 
 
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 Ic 6 Orchard St., Nyack, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 3028 St. McColloch St., Wheeling, 
 
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 Ic 109 E. 4th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 le 105 N. Milton Ave., Syracuse,N.Y. 
 
 Ic R. F. D. No. 22, Wheatland, Ind. 
 
 Ic 349 N. 8th St., Reading, Pa. 
 
 Ic 135 State St., Alpena, Mich. 
 
 Ic R. F. D. No. 1, OtisvUle, Mich. 
 
 Ic 5614 Fourth Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 le Watts, Okla., c/o P. O. Clerks 
 
 Ic Blue, W. Va. 
 
 Ic 1114 Penn Ave., Steubenville, Ohio 
 
 Ic 604 Campbell Av.,Schenectady,N.Y. 
 
 Ic 112 N. 7th St., Goshen, Ind. 
 
 le ..... . Rossville, Ga. 
 
 Ic 3431 N. Rampart St.,N.Orleans,La. 
 
 Berger, Emmett A Private, 
 
 Bolduc Alfred Private 
 
 Brady, Vincent Private 
 
 Bramon, Myron B Private 
 
 Buskell, Charley Private 
 
 Collins, Carroll D Private 
 
 Daniel, Archie N Private, 
 
 Downing, Leo W Private 
 
 Drohan, John J Private 
 
 Erskine, June Private 
 
 Freed, Warren W Private 
 
 Frees, Robert B Private 
 
 Glaser, Norbert H Private 
 
 Hanley, William Private 
 
 Howard, Earl C Private, 
 
 Johnson, Charles M Private 
 
 Kelly, James Private, 
 
 Kerr, Charles F Private, 
 
 Kroos, Jacob Private 
 
 Loew, Solomon Private, 
 
 Lord, Edward C Private, 
 
 Lynch, James S., Jr Private, 
 
 Magnuson, Ragnar Private, 
 
 Marciano, Gsetano Private 
 
 McCabe, John B Private, 
 
 McDonald, Stuart A Private 
 
 Mekler, Oscar Private, 
 
 Merritt, Enos B Private, 
 
 Merte, Ludwig Private, 
 
 Mooney, Keyster L Private, 
 
 Mullen, Thomas Private, 
 
 Murray, Charles Private, 
 
 Nichol, John Private, 
 
 Olsen, William J Private, 
 
 Perkins, Clare R Private 
 
 Rice, John Private, 
 
 Rienzie, Michael R Private 
 
 Ryan, Thomas V Private, 
 
 Snyder, William P Private, 
 
 Stump, Raymond S Private 
 
 Thorbum, William J Private 
 
 Traver, Frank S Private 
 
 Vienick, Alexander H Private 
 
 Wagoner, Clarence M Private, 
 
 Watters, Ray A Private, 
 
 Williams, Edward J Private, 
 
 Anderson, Andrew Private 
 
 Arnold, Fred E Private, 
 
 Blanton, Floyd Private, 
 
 Blass, George Private, 
 
 Brower, Melvin Private, Ic 166 Cannon St., Poughkeepsie,N.Y. 
 
 Campbell, Sid A Private Piggott, Arkansas. 
 
 Cantor, David L Private 113 West 31st St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Cataldo, George Private 258 North St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Coburn Frank M Private Walthill, Nebraska. 
 
 Coleman, Robert M Private 20 Seneca St., Hornell, N. Y. 
 
 Cooper, John H Private Gainesville, Texas. 
 
 Coughlin, Thomas B Private 51 Beekman St., Beacon, N. Y. 
 
 Darden, Edward C Private Pasamonte, New Mexico. 
 
 De Santis, Albert Private Px^^;,^"- A^l' Scottdale, Pa^^ 
 
 Dolan Frank P Private 729 East 16th Av., Denver, Colo. 
 
 Drummond, David Private 990 Bruce St., Washington, Pa. 
 
 Dunnington, Herman C Private 921 York St., Helena, Ark. 
 
 Falls Flovd A Private Beatrice, Nebraska. 
 
 Farre'n James A Private 52 Tremont St., Charlestown,Mass. 
 
 Fetzer' Henry . '. '. '. '. '. '. '. '."...'.... Private 704 Grand Av., Shreveport, La. 
 
 Flynn ' Walter J Private 9 Dwight St., Pittsfield, Mass. 
 
 Fuqua, David B '. • .Private Greenbrier, Tenn. 
 
 Gillons Frank E Private Dorr, Mich. 
 
 Greenstein, Herman Private 914 East 167th St., New York,N.Y. 
 
 Griffin Marvin Private Evergreen, Ala. 
 
 GustaT^son Carl O. E. Private R. F. D. No. 3, Somerville, N J. 
 
 HarrtngtoA Roy B. . Private 431 Monroe St., MarshaU, Mich. 
 
 Rp^nrd Tawrence P Private 68 Man ton St., Fall River, Mass. 
 
 itath R^irrtE?.^; i ] ! ." ! ! .' .' .' ." .Private 408 N. Christin St.,Cartersville,Mo. 
 
 Hinklev Wilson, Jr Private Patterson, New York. 
 
 H^o-an Tames Private 10 Delay St., Danbury, Conn. 
 
 Moran, jonn r ^^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^ Burcume. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 145 
 
 Horn, Frank T., Jr Private Poplar Grove, Ark 
 
 Israel Jacob Private Dobbs Ferry, New York 
 
 Jacob, Louis E Private 175 King St., Pittsfield, Mass. 
 
 Kalven Justen Private 6 Mechanic St., Hoosick Falls. N.Y. 
 
 Kelly, John J Private 62 Valley St., Wallingford, Conn. 
 
 Kellv, William B Private 703 Vanderbilt Av., Brooklyn, N.Y. 
 
 Kirk, William H Private 440 West 14th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Korenkowich, Adam Private 31 Cherry St., Waterbury, Conn. 
 
 Kripas, Frank Private 544 Harrison St., Springfield. O. 
 
 Kummer, Walter M Private 4599 Park Av., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Langston, Jesse J Private Sherrlll, Arkansas. 
 
 Lautz, Ryamond T Private 47 Sixth St., Derby, Conn. 
 
 Layton, Cari Private Katonah, New York. 
 
 Leach. Barney Private R. F. D. No 1, Summerfield, Ohio. 
 
 Legnani, Joseph J Private 132 Cortland St., Tarrytown, N.Y. 
 
 Lester, John Private Tyne, Louisiana. 
 
 Lombardozzi, Antonio Private 25 Warren St., New Haven, Conr.. 
 
 Mack, James P Private Pierron, 111. 
 
 Mackey, Lewis V Private Buchanan, New York 
 
 Mallick, George Private 211 E. Sagamon St., Streator, lU. 
 
 Marchese Herbert Private 402 E. 156th St.. New York, N.Y. 
 
 Marino, Frank Private 1016 S. Warton St., Phila., Pa. 
 
 McKenna, Edward W Private 92 Depot St., Milford Mass. 
 
 McNamara, Frank Private 3527 S. Seeley Av., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Merritt, Volley A Private Box 57, Blossom, Texas. 
 
 Metcalf, Harry C Private 113 E. 4th St., Okla. City, Okla. 
 
 Miga, Stanislaus Private 35 Cottage St., New York Mills, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Mignault, Wilfred F Private 17 Paye St., Beacon, New York. 
 
 Millerschon, Carl Private 21 LaGrange Av., Arlington, N. Y. 
 
 Moose, Everett E Private 319 N. 1st St., Cambridge, Ohio. 
 
 Moran, John J Private 58 Valley St., Wallingford, Conn. 
 
 Mulholland, Robert H Private 108 DeSota St., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Nye, John I Private Box 164, Lacon, 111. 
 
 Orphanos, Nicholas Private 265 Main St., Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Ostrander, George E Private 150 Franklin St., Poughkeepsie, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Palmer Cecil E Private 4906 Olcott Av., East Chicago, Ind. 
 
 Pettijohn, Charles Private Clarks, Louisiana. 
 
 Pierce, Fay E Private Seward, Nebraska. 
 
 Rhea, Ernest Private Route No. 1, Hopkmsville, Ky. 
 
 Ricci, Michael H Private Taranto Lecce, Italy 
 
 Richard, Henry Private Box 232, Morgan City, La. 
 
 Roberts, Howard B Private Minonk. 111. 
 
 Rotello, Salvatore Private Cotonzara Italy. 
 
 Senger, Walter A Private 900 Riverside Drive New York, N. 
 
 Y.. care of J. A. Bluff. 
 
 Shannon, John S Private 520 5th St., N. W., Canton, Ohio. 
 
 Snowfleit, Joseph Private 23 Johnson St., Muskegon, Mich. 
 
 Stapff Harold J Private 207 Boalt St., Sandusky, Ohio. 
 
 Stevens. Henry J Private Weston, Vermont. 
 
 Taylor, Joe! Private Route "A" Box 56, Waynesboro, 
 
 Tinton Otis E Private Deersville Av., Uhrichsville, Ohio. 
 
 Tisi Angelo Private Dobbs Ferry, New York 
 
 Turk, Harris Private 948 Tiffany ft. New York. N. Y. 
 
 Turner, Leonard Private R. F. D. No. 1, Clinton, Ky. 
 
 Wall Clarence R Private R. F. D. No. 2, Merrill, Mich 
 
 Wilson, Samuel W Private 8 Boone St., Cumberland Md 
 
 Young Elmer E Private Box 5, Ponchatoula, Louisiana. 
 
 BATTERY "B" 
 
 Joseph B. Varela Captain ^^sX^^C^af^oT p"^6.!'liSS 
 
 William D McCoy 1st Lieut Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Ben S Fisher. . 1st Lieut 605 N. Main St., Anderson, Ind. 
 
 Don A Harris 2nd Lieut Windsor, Vermont. 
 
 Reubin A Porter 2nd Lieut Jonesville, South Carolina. 
 
 Strohm, Manning 1st Sergt Valley Park, Missouri. 
 
 Moos, T. P Mess Sergt Lincoln, 111. 
 
 Bogeman, Lawrence Sup. Sergt Shelby ville, Indiana. 
 
 Richardson, Harry M Sergeant Rye, New York. 
 
 Barrett, Felix Sergeant London, Kentucky. 
 
 Rayl, B L Sergeant High Point, North Carolina. 
 
 Sheppard, R. O Sergeant Linda, Missouri. 
 
 Crabb, James M Sergeant Lockport, Illinois. 
 
 Morrissey, J. O Sergeant New York City. 
 
146 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Ciano, R. A Sergeant New York City. 
 
 Grimes, A. J Sergeant Ethel, Indiana. 
 
 Seligman, Meyes Sergeant New York City. 
 
 Brown, Charles. Sergeant Stockton, Missouri. 
 
 Murray, William Sergeant New York City. 
 
 Gilchrist, C. R Sergeant Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Graham, Claude Corporal Montezuma, Indiana. 
 
 Ponder, R. H Corporal Morristown, Tenn. 
 
 Schuchman, H. M Corporal Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Cox, T. F Corporal Ashdown, Arkansas. 
 
 Wheat, C. H Corporal Edwardsport, Indiana. 
 
 Frazier, J. P Corporal Dalton, Georgia. 
 
 Larkin, W. J Corporal Big Rapids, Michigan. 
 
 Kilroy, J. S Corporal Posey ville, Indiana. 
 
 Young, Allen Corporal Hastings, Michigan. 
 
 Wright, Claude Corporal Corridan, Indiana. 
 
 Miller, C. W Corporal Cabery, Indiana. 
 
 Hess, H. J Corporal Sullivan, Illinois. 
 
 Roland, R. H Corporal Manitoba, Canada. 
 
 Darling, F. D Corporal Mansfield, Ohio. 
 
 Meyers, Henry Corporal Chicago, 111. 
 
 Huwig, F. J Corporal Chicago, 111. 
 
 Graham, C. W Corporal Montezuma, Indiana. 
 
 Bartels, F. C Corporal Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Walker, Raymond Corporal Vincennes, Indiana. 
 
 Rantz, J. V Corporal Quakertown, Pa. 
 
 Oldaker, G. W Corporal Atlanta, Illinois. 
 
 McNeillis, C. A Corporal Escanaba, Michigan. 
 
 McDonald, C. A Corporal Chicago, 111. 
 
 Donath, H. J Cook Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Linlan, E. W Cook Indianapolis, Indiana. 
 
 Osbum, Paul Cook Wanoa, Illinois. 
 
 Sleeth, J. N Cook Greenfield, Indiana. 
 
 Schweinbold, W. A' Mechanic Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Faubion, F. W Mechanic Milton, Pa. 
 
 Waddle, Joseph Mechanic Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Reed, F. M. . . Mechanic Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Arvin, W. M Bugler Ney Haven, Kentucky. 
 
 Branz, H. J Bugler Sibley, Indiana. 
 
 Klein, Benj Bugler Rankin, Pa. 
 
 Aliff, C. H Wagoner Danville. Indiana. 
 
 Albright, C. E Wagoner Tulsa, Oklahoma. 
 
 Bertsche, H. J Wagoner Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Borches, L. O Wagoner Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Browning, J. H Wagoner Gibson City, Illinois. 
 
 Comman, C. M Wagoner. ..... Ellettsville, Indiana. 
 
 Edmunds. R. S Wagoner Alma, Illinois. 
 
 Ford, W. F Wagoner Indianapolis, Indiana. 
 
 Harlow, Joshua Wagoner Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Kelly, T. L Wagoner Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 LaPine, K. A Wagoner Oshkosh, Wisconsin. 
 
 Nefif, R. W Wagoner Flora, Illinois. 
 
 Odom, D. M Wagoner Lebert, Tennessee. 
 
 Rostek, E^ C Wagoner Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Tarbox, H. L Wagoner Lake Park, Illinois. 
 
 Walker, D. B Wagoner Halls, Tenn. 
 
 Walser, B. O Wagoner Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Welge, H. C Wagoner Margo, Illinois. 
 
 Bergman, Max Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Bergman, W. F Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Biggins, B. R Private, Ic Springfield, Illinois. 
 
 Coats, C. W Private, Ic Sonth Bend, Indiana. 
 
 Cooper, H. F Private, Ic Shamrock, Louisiana. 
 
 Carrington, Merritt Private, Ic Macon, Illinois. 
 
 Dryer, F. E Private, Ic Hastings, Michigan. 
 
 Fallon, J. J Private, Ic Indianapolis, Indiana. 
 
 Falvey, W. M Private, lc<. Ludlow, Illinois. 
 
 France, A. J Private, Ic Roberts, Illinois. 
 
 Gaffron, F. C Private, Ic Keythesville, Missouri. 
 
 Gibson, J. W Private, Ic Fort Worth, Texas. 
 
 Hartwig, Stanley Private, Ic Michigan City, Indiana. 
 
 Jackson, O. W Private, Ic Piper City, Illinois. 
 
 James, W. R Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Joyce, Harry Private, Ic Dayton, Ohio. 
 
 LeFevre, G. H Private, Ic Dayton, Ohio. 
 
 Lundeen, C. A Private, Ic Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 Lundeen, C. R Private, Ic Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 McCrSn, S T Private, Ic McKeesport, Pennsylvania. 
 
 McNamara. T. E Private, Ic Decatur, I Imois. 
 
 Mitchell C L Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Morrow,' Rufus. Private, Ic Charleston West Virginia. 
 
 Morrow B. F Private, Ic Lincoln, Ill«\ois. 
 
 Mudgette, C. W Private, Ic Wayne, Michigan. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 147 
 
 Pierson, E. G Private, Ic 
 
 Rlan, Edw Private, Ic Menonimee, Micliigan. 
 
 Richardson, W. H Private, Ic Mandeville, W. Virginia 
 
 Rutoff, Oscar Private, Ic Oak Hill, Ohio. 
 
 Sablowski, Fred Private, Ic Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Sawyer, Elmer Private, Ic Gibson City, Illinois. 
 
 Schmitz, G. H Private, Ic Burkittsville, Ohio. 
 
 Schroeder, C. A' Private, Ic Adrian, Michigan. 
 
 Sharp, J. R Private, Ic York, Pennsylvania 
 
 Sheppard, H. W Private, Ic Fisher, Illinois. 
 
 Smith, Eddie Private, Ic I>ecatur, Illinois. 
 
 Snyder, Joe Private, Ic Cleveland, Ohio. 
 
 Spencer, E. L Private, Ic Gibson City, Illinois. 
 
 Springer, Jacob Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Street, William Private, Ic Vlncennes, Indiana. 
 
 Stute, G. F Private, Ic Evansville, Indiana. 
 
 Tobin, J. E Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Wagner, C. E Private, Ic Burr Oak, Michigan. 
 
 Webster, C. A Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Whipple, LeRoy Private, Ic Milton, Pa. 
 
 Whittaker, F. M Private, Ic Dennison, Ohio. 
 
 Wilkie, H. F Private, Ic Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Wilson, F. L Private, Ic Piper City, Illinois. 
 
 Zapansic, Rudolph Private, Ic Pleasant Valley, Pa. 
 
 Abbott, G. M Private Macon, Georgia. 
 
 Anderson. Charles Private Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 Arthur, A. J Private Detroit, Michigan 
 
 Ball. LaRance Private Chestnut, Illinois. 
 
 Bauman, R Private Warrensburg, Illinois. 
 
 Benante, Sam Private New York City, N. Y. 
 
 Bland, L. A Private Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Blivin, R. R Private Hastings, Michigan. 
 
 Bundy, Bernard Private Indianapolis, Indiana. 
 
 Burge, G. W Private Farmer City, Illinois. 
 
 Campbell, W. R Private New Castle. Indiana. 
 
 Carlson, C. R Private Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 Carlson, C. W Private Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 Chandler, Nathan Private Denison, Texas. 
 
 Ciarkowski, A Private Detroit, Michigan. 
 
 Coble, C. M Private Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Coffman, W. R Private Clarksburg, West Virginia. 
 
 Conley, Frank Private Carrollton, Michigan. 
 
 Coonse, A Private Barlpark, Indiana. 
 
 Corirossi, Luiga Private Joliet, Illinois. 
 
 Corliss, J. B Private Grand Rapids, Michigan. 
 
 Cram, Walter Private Pottsdam, New York. 
 
 Currence, J. G. . Private Clarksburg, West Virginia. 
 
 Davis, W. A Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Dickey, H. A Private Argenta, Illinois. 
 
 Doanne, C. F Private Ada, Michigan. 
 
 Edwards, P. E Private 
 
 Elwell, H. A Private Roxbury, Connecticut. 
 
 Feldman, R Private Charleston, South Carolina. 
 
 Fenili, C Private Chicago, Illinois. 
 
 Ferrin, R. S Private Medf ord, Mass. 
 
 Flannery, Michael Private Tyre, Michigan. 
 
 Flewwellin, Leroy Private Peekskill, N. Y. 
 
 Plynn, W. S Private Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Foster, C. A Private Floydada, Texas. 
 
 Fowler. E'. Y Private Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Fleming, A. R Private Springfield, Ohio. 
 
 Gehrke, William S Private Alton, Illinois. 
 
 Hacker, Delbert Private Peoria, Illinois. 
 
 Hall, W. J Private Grape Vine, Texas. 
 
 Harvey, Z. K Private Atlantic City, New Jersey. 
 
 Hatfield, F. O Private Hammond, Indiana. 
 
 Havis, J. E Private Birmingham^ Alabama. 
 
 Hayden, J. W Private Peabody, Mass. 
 
 Heintze, W. J . . Private Springfield, Illinois. 
 
 Helbling, C. A Private Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Hendrlckson, J. M Private Hazel, New York. 
 
 Hubble, G. B Private Smith Creek, Indiana. 
 
 Hurst, P. C Private Oxford, Indiana. 
 
 Keefe, L. J Private Piper City, Illinois. 
 
 Kelley, J. P Private Piper City, Illinois. 
 
 Kirk, C. L Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 LaRance, Rollo Private Brownstown, Illinois. 
 
 Latz, A. J Private Cabery, Illinois. 
 
 Leopley, Harry Private Mt. Pulaski, Illinois. 
 
 Llnane, F. P Private Springfield, Ohio. 
 
 Loehenour, A. F Private Laundale, Illinois 
 
 Malench, W Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Matheny, J. W Private Minneapolis, Minn. 
 
148 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Matthews, W. E Private Huntingdon, West Virginia. 
 
 McClintock, L. L Private LaHarpe, Kansas. 
 
 McKinstine, J. W Private Holyoke, Mass. 
 
 McLeRoy, R. J Private Pleasant Hill, La. 
 
 Mohn, A Private Buffalo, Illinois. 
 
 Moll, A Private Grand Haven, Mich. 
 
 Nickell, C. A Private Missoula, Montana. 
 
 O'Brien, John Private Clinton, Illinois. 
 
 Peak, Wilbert Private Springfield, Ohio. 
 
 Pfau, C. O Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Pieruccini, H. B Private Chicago, Illinois. 
 
 Proffitt, A. A Private Gibson City, Illinois.. 
 
 Richardson, Carl Private Stallings, W. Va. 
 
 Ridgway, Ira Private Wheaton, Indiana. 
 
 Ritchie, B. E Private Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Rokash, A. L Private Decatur, Illinois. 
 
 Samuelson, H. "V Private Menominee, Mich. 
 
 Schmitt, G. F Private Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Shode, B. H Private Miamisburg, Ohio. 
 
 Simpson, C. B Private Emden, Illinois. 
 
 Smint, J. L Private Mason, Illinois. 
 
 Smith, F. O Private Mason, Illinois. 
 
 Sporg, R. A Private Kingston Mines, Illinois. 
 
 Sprinkle, Williard Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Stoll, J Private Beason, Illinois. 
 
 Swinf ord, Ralph Private Paxton, Illinois. 
 
 Taylor, Jack Private Ashland, Ky. 
 
 Thomas, C. B Private Floyd, Virginia. 
 
 Towner, R. A Private Silby, Illinois. 
 
 Tripper, F. B Private Swartz Creek, Mich. 
 
 Vail, T. B Private Lincoln, Illinois. 
 
 Wezell, F. E Private Flint, Mich. 
 
 Wilkinson, B. A Private Mowesqua, Illinois. 
 
 BATTERY "C" 
 
 Hanna, Forest W. Captain 1209 N. Main St., Maryville, Mo. 
 
 Clark, Benj. A 1st Lieut. 1901 W. Mission St.,Spokane,Wash. 
 
 Stimson, Chas. B 1st Lieut. 431 Chamber of Commerce Bldg., 
 
 Pasadena, Cal. 
 
 Conroy, Ravmund 1st Lieut. 
 
 Martais, John H 2nd Lieut. Palisade, N. J. 
 
 White, Harry E 2nd Lieut. Auburn, 111. 
 
 Sego, John P 1st Sergt. 91,5 34th St.. Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Tavlor, John D Mess Sergt. Baily Switch, Ky 
 
 Phillips, Harold L Sup. Sergt. 312 Snyder St., Lansing, Mich 
 
 Clay, Eugene A Sergeant Logan, W. Va. 
 
 Cox, Lenton G Sergeant Henderson, Texas. 
 
 Long, Roy H Sergeant 1137 Locust St., Muskogee, Okla. 
 
 Murphy, Clyde F Sergeant 33 Hamilton St., New London, 
 
 Conn. 
 
 Gallery, Ignatius J Sergeant Franklin, Minn. 
 
 Farrell, Joseph J Sergeant 34 Gouvemene St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Harrigan, Edwin X Sergeant 52 Grand Av., Staten Island, N.Y. 
 
 McNamee, Jas Sergeant Clearfield, Pa. 
 
 Olcheski, Zigman Sergeant 1926 W. 25th St., Cleveland, Ohio. 
 
 Rucker Ray D Sergeant Bellington, W. Va. , ^, , 
 
 Strachan, Alexander W Sergeant 1426 Warner Rd., Cleveland, Ohio. 
 
 Weidenhamer, Lloyd E Sergeant 17 P«in St., Milton, Pa. 
 
 Antonelli, Albert Corporal 10-12 Morton St., New York N.Y. 
 
 Bourne, Marshall O Corporal 94 Shawmut Av., New Bedford, 
 
 Mass. 
 
 Bricca, Alfred A Corporal 137 Sullivan St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Coulter, Jas. T Corporal Carmen, Okla. 
 
 Callahan, Clayton Corporal Grand Caney, Ky. 
 
 Dunlavey, Glen L Corporal Jackson, Minn. 
 
 Dunwiddie, Vernon M Corporal Juda, Wisconsin. 
 
 Greene, Jas. E Corporal Carroll Town, Pa. 
 
 Hfiwison, Arthur C Corporal Great Bend, Pa. 
 
 Holmes, Jas. H Corporal Mickey, Texas. 
 
 Loutsch, Nicholas Corporal 919 Madison St., Evanston, 111. 
 
 Mosel, Emil Corporal 139th St., Blue Island, Illinois. 
 
 O'Hallaran, Thos. J Corporal 121 N. Laurel Av., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Rector, Roy Corporal Muscatine, Iowa. 
 
 Robidoux, Fred Corporal 27 Adams St., Lawrence, Mass. 
 
 Rose, Alonzo F Corporal 3525 Wilton Av., Chicago, HI. 
 
 St. Germain, Jos. C Corporal Martin ton, 111. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 149 
 
 fehorey, Jos.. Corporal lo Orchard St., Stamford, Conn. 
 
 Stromquist, Chas. A Corporal 201 B Oak St., Ironwood, Mich. 
 
 Stutz, Gustave Corporal 58 W. 106th St., New York N Y 
 
 Thomas, Edgar A Corporal Eagle, Mich ' ' 
 
 Thomas, Leon E Corporal 710 S. Jackson St., Mich. 
 
 Varroney, Arthur Corporal 31-33 Bedford St., New York, N. Y 
 
 O Grady, Chas. T. Cook nog Belmont St., Eockland, Mass. 
 
 Schoonmaker, Richard Cook Accord, N. Y. 
 
 Seles, John Cook 625 Jackson Av., New York, N. Y 
 
 Sullivan, Jas. F Cook 345 Washington St., Somerville, 
 
 Palen, Claude B Mechanic 14 S. Cherry St., Poughkeepsle, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Schulenberg, Chas. H Mechanic 268 Cherry St., Poughkeepsle, N.Y. 
 
 Vanderveer, Harry F Mechanic Innes Av., Poughkeepsle, N. Y. 
 
 Walling, Harry K Mechanic 520 Bond St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Alovis, Alfred Wagoner 46 Stafford St., Smithfield, Mass. 
 
 Bodiey, Guernsey U. B Wagoner New Hamburg, N. Y. 
 
 Chappell, Lloyd D Wagoner Garwood, Texas. 
 
 ■Corlew, Milton, W Wagoner Johnson ville, Tenn. 
 
 Fluvio, Davis Wagoner Ill South Av., Beacon, N. Y. 
 
 Lehman, Fred'k H Wagoner 557 S. Center St., Pottsville, Pa. 
 
 Marshall, Melvin E Wagoner Bryan, Ohio. 
 
 3IcKay, Wm. L Wagoner Curran, Mich. 
 
 Merrick, Malcolm Wagoner 36 Hancock St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Murray, Geo Wagoner 169 Brookview Rd., Medford, Mass. 
 
 Paquet, Paul F Wagoner 154 N. Clinton St., Poughkeepsle. 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Paquette, Ernest J Wagoner 5 Orange St., Williamsett, Mass. 
 
 Pohlman, Carl W Wagoner 1421 Tendall Av., Richmond, Va. 
 
 Rhoads, Louis V Wagoner 101 N. Front St., Manistique, 
 
 Mich. 
 
 Rogers, Harry J Wagoner 2931 Concourse, New York, N. Y. 
 
 Sheehy, Edward P Wagoner Amenla, N. Y. 
 
 Sorbi, Peter Wagoner Russell Road, Huntington, Mass. 
 
 Spruce, Jesse S Wagoner Brattleboro, Vt. 
 
 White, Chas. F Wagoner 20 Missouri AV. Grant City, 111. 
 
 Lockwood, Geo H Bugler .225 South St., Jamaica Plam, 
 
 Boston, Mass. 
 
 Przowoznik, Louis Bugler South St., West Warren, Mass. 
 
 Bird, Chas. L Bugler 201 7th Av., Newark, N. J. 
 
 Allan, Edward Private, Ic 58 LeGrande Av., Tarrytown, N.Y. 
 
 Brown, John. L., Jr Private 
 
 Bruno, Sebastiano Private 
 
 Burke, Matthew Private, 
 
 Byrnes, Geo. M Private 
 
 Bryant, Dale L Private 
 
 Caruso, Guiseppe Private, 
 
 Dawson, William C Private 
 
 Delozier, Coy C Private 
 
 Dial, Rhodie K Private 
 
 Dotson, Hilbert C Private 
 
 Edwards, Geo. M Private 
 
 Fachinger, Louis A Private, 
 
 Fors, Arthur .Private, 
 
 Foster, Henry H Private, 
 
 Frays, Wm. H Private 
 
 Germiller, Lawrence Private 
 
 Holstrom, Arthur C Private, 
 
 Hynes, Michael J Private 
 
 Jasinski, Adam Private 
 
 Kellison, Frank Private, 
 
 Knight, Ralph C Private 
 
 Lampkins, Noble L Private, 
 
 Leinen, Alvin V Private 
 
 Long, Hazel Private 
 
 Mclntyre, Chas. I Private, 
 
 Murphy, Albert F Private 
 
 Murphy, Luther M Private, 
 
 Mitchell, Frank Private 
 
 Nicholson, Geo Private 
 
 O'Donald, John J Private 
 
 Olanie, Gustave Private 
 
 Padilla, Ignacio Private, 
 
 Pinto, Leo Private 
 
 Ragusa, Frank A Private 
 
 Raymond, Dommic F Private 
 
 Reither, Walter Private, 
 
 Riemer. Adam L Private 
 
 Ic Ossining, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 45 Cross St., Wobum, Mass. 
 
 Ic 62 Orchard St., Tarrytown, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 593 E. 1.36th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Ic 336 8th St., Benton Harbor, Mich. 
 
 Ic 2830 Bedford St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Ic Electra, Texas. 
 
 IC) Williamsburg, Iowa. 
 
 Ic 545 1st St., Decatur, 111. 
 
 Ic Box 574, Tipton Iowa. 
 
 Ic Beloit Kansas. 
 
 Ic Lanesville, Ind. 
 
 Ic 5756 Elizabeth St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic Marvel, Ark. 
 
 Ic 394 Forest Av., Topeka, Kansas. 
 
 Ic 51 Gates St., Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 544 Brook Av., New York. N. Y. 
 
 Ic 360 W. 129th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Ic 4507 Harvard Av., Cleveland, O. 
 
 Ic Meadowbrook, West Virginia. 
 
 Ic Revidge, N. H. 
 
 Ic 601 W. Home St., Bloomington, 
 
 Ind. 
 
 Ic 289 W. 15th PL, Chicago Heights, 
 
 111. 
 
 Ic Haywood, W. Va 
 
 Ic Harrison Av., New Canaan, Conn. 
 
 Ic Box 267, Bar Harbor, Me. 
 
 Ic 207 Delaware Av., Riverside, N. J. 
 
 Ic 715 Graton St., Chicopee Falls, 
 
 Mass. 
 
 Ic Mason town, W. Va. 
 
 Ic ISlVo Boston St., Salem, Mass. 
 
 Ic 19 Wilson St., Pittsfleld, Mass. 
 
 Ic Box 232, Old Albuquerque, N. M. 
 
 Ic 141 Jensens St., Buffalo, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 31 Cornelia, New York, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 108 Linwood St., Somerville, Mass. 
 
 Ic 412 E. 14th St., Beardstown, 111. 
 
 Ic 71 S. Huntmgton Av., Boston, Mass 
 
I50 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Rockett, Walter Private, Ic 12 Dale Av., Ossining, N. Y. 
 
 Ronzettl, Claudio Private, Ic 137 Sullivan St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Schmalz, Wm. C Private, Ic 901 Hudson Av., Peekskill, N. Y. 
 
 Sharkey, Jos. F Private, Ic 34 Spruce St., Poughkeepsie, N.Y. 
 
 Smith, Arthur Private, Ic 58 Parrot Place, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Soesman, John J Private, Ic 147 W. 111th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Stout, Clarence Private, Ic Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Tobin, John T Private, Ic 1825 2nd Av., New York, N. Y 
 
 Walsh, Jos. M Private, Ic 79 Union St., Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 
 
 Walsh, Matthew Private, Ic Maverick St., East Boston, Mass. 
 
 Weyman, Arthur C Private, Ic 344 8th St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Alderisio, Michele Private Box 205, Germantown, N. Y. 
 
 Anagnoston, John T Private 507 W. 158th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Baltrusaltis, Tadadi Private Windsor St., Cambridge, Mass. 
 
 Beatrice, Pritro Private 53 Boardman St., East Boston, 
 
 Mass. 
 Beaudoin, Napoleon ".Private Boyers Avenue, East, Longmea- 
 
 dow, Mass. 
 
 Bianco, Samuel Private Wallston, Pa. 
 
 Blanchard, Leon O Private 345 Broadway, Lawrence, Mass. 
 
 Bonadies, Beneditto Private 39 Maple St., Dobbs Ferry, N.Y. 
 
 Bottita, Chas Private 10 Talmadge St., Poughkeepsie, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Bragg, Leroy Private 1203 High St., Logansport, Ind. 
 
 Cannella, Seven Private 187 Webster AV., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Chenet, Roland R Private 45 Amory St., North Hampton, 
 
 Mass. 
 
 Collins, Jas. F Private 10 Lin wood St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Colyer, Kale M Private Gifford, Missouri. 
 
 Contratta, Paul Private Box 222, Beasmer, Mich. 
 
 Corrigan, Mark Private 455 W. 37th St., New York, N.Y. 
 
 Davenport, Clarence Private 13th St. and Park Av., Tulsa, 
 
 Okla. 
 
 DeBaggis, Gennaro Private 56 Ruggles St., Franklin, Mass. 
 
 BUerman, August H Private 1217 Missouri Av., St. Louis, Mo. 
 
 Ely ward, Matthew C Private 532 18th St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Fiore, Pasquale Private 112 Charles St., Mansfield, Mass. 
 
 Frisco, Phillipp Private 1529 Monroe St., Gary, Ind. 
 
 Ganong, Jonett C Private Carmel, N. Y. 
 
 Gedoe, Frank Private 22 Garfield Av., East Hampton, 
 
 Mass. 
 Greenfield, Israel Private 1016 Stovhof Ave., Richmond 
 
 Hill, L. I. 
 
 Griesi, Pasquale Private 107 Everett St., E. Boston, Mass. 
 
 Healey, Charie J Private Logansport, Ind. 
 
 King, Thos. H., Jr Private 1114 N. 6th St., Lafayette, Ind. 
 
 Kozarkiewicz, Konstanty Private 674 England St., Kenosha, Wis. 
 
 Laico, Tony J Private 88 East Broadway, NewYork, N.Y. 
 
 Lawson, Edw. P Private 25 Shawmut St., Somerville, Mass. 
 
 Lefkoff, Alexander Private 390 Sutter Av., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Macy, Clarence A Private Cromwell, Ky. 
 
 Martin, Hillis M Private .Romney, Ind. 
 
 Maxim, Arthur L Private 503 N. State St., Big Rapids, 
 
 Mich. 
 
 McGregor, Frank H Private 950 24th St., Altoona. Pa. 
 
 McTierman, Edw. J Private 38 Applewood PL, Springfield, 
 
 Mengle, Howard E Private 1817 12th St., Altoona, Pa. 
 
 Miranda, Guiseppe Private 186 Union Av., New Rochelle, 
 
 N. Y. 
 Morse, Austin H Private 70 Brookside Av., Jamaica Plain, 
 
 Mass. 
 
 Moward, Abraham G Private 114 Hudson St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Natanson, Leon Private 1429 Madison Av., New York, N.Y.. 
 
 Nett, Philip A Private 9 Grove St., Woburn, Mass. 
 
 Niederkom, Jos J Private Hastings, Minn. 
 
 Nugent, John E Private 18 William St., Norwood, Mass.. 
 
 Okerlund, Eskil Private 901 Ethel Av., Hancock, Mich. 
 
 O'Neil, Andrew Private 46 O'Neil St., Hudson, Mass. 
 
 Oxman, Philip Private 60 E. 103rd St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Paramboli, Francesco Private Rattan St., Norton Heights, N. J. 
 
 Parrella, Paustino Private 48 N. Bridge St., Poughkeepsie,. 
 
 N. Y. 
 Pelligrlno, Nunzio Private 196 Cortland St., N. Tarry town,, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Penesis, Jas. J Private 24 Salem St., Wakefield, Mass. 
 
 Perry, Geo Private Box 154, Peekskill, N. Y. 
 
 Phillips, Vernon R Private 490 S. Ohio St., Martinsvil'e, Ind. 
 
 Piedmonte, Cosmo Private 78 St. John's Place, New Rochelle,. 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Plain, Ezra Private Hyde Park on the Hudson, N. Y. 
 
 Porreca, Daniel Private 9 Railroad Av., Beacon, N. Y. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 151 
 
 Priante, Fermo Private 19 West St., Wappingers Falls, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Rabinowitz, Samuel Private 390 Sth St., New York, N. Y 
 
 Ray, Charles Private 989% 39th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Rente, Michael Private 26 Lafayette St., New Rochelle, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Salllor, Stephen M Private 4110 Carroll Av., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Santomo, Francesco Private 197 Ward St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Scheldein, Arthur C Private 2312 N. Spaulding Av., Chicago, 
 
 111. 
 
 Schick, Oliver Private Lafayette, Ind. 
 
 Schmitt, Bernhard F Private 45 Bay view Av., Jersey City, N. J 
 
 Schneider, Abraham Private 637 East 6th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Scloncalepore, Lorenzo Private 24 Dale Av., Ossining, N. Y. 
 
 Scott, Martin R Private Sugar Grove, Pa. 
 
 Seymour, Chas. W Private 912 Orchard St., Peekskill, N. Y. 
 
 Sharff, Walter H Private 20 W. 129th St., New York, N Y. 
 
 Shaw, Harry Private 509 Simpson Place, Peekskill, N.Y 
 
 Sheets, Jesse L Private 43 Bellbrook Av., Xenia, Ohio 
 
 Simpson, Byron Private 137 Cannon St., Poughkeepsie. 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Sleator, Albert Private Hawks Av., Ossining, N Y. 
 
 Stancllft, Chas. W Private Bemardston, Mass. 
 
 Stout, Chas. D Private 1449 W. 15th St., Muncie, Ind. 
 
 Swathsa, Wm Private 82 Ware St., Worcester, Mass 
 
 Tooney, Francis J Private 968 Rodman St., Fall River, Mass. 
 
 Valentino, Alfred Private 137 Sullivan St., New York N Y 
 
 Vineckoor, Louis Private 28 Cobum St., Maiden, Mass 
 
 Vlastaikis, Geo. M Private 254 Exchange St., Chlcopee, Mass 
 
 Wagner, Albert E Private 175 Rutherford Av., Charlestown, 
 
 Wilburn, Walter Private 1529 Jackson St., Portsmouth, O. 
 
 Wilson, Jas. F Private Whitefleld, N H. 
 
 Wright, Leigh W Private 582 School St., Belmont, Mass. 
 
 Zanetos, John E Private 31 Quincy St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Zarzecki, Peter Private Montan, Mass. 
 
 Zerillo, Chas Private 63 Thompson, New York, N. Y. 
 
 Zeigler, Adolph Private 519 E. 78th St., New York, N. Y, 
 
 BATTERY **D" 
 
 Will D. Moyer Captain 2 Storer St., Portland, Maine. 
 
 George W. Pepper, Jr 1st Lieut Saint Davids, Pa. 
 
 Archie L. Hirst 1st Lieut Box 237, Hancock, Wisconsin. 
 
 Walker Abbey 2nd Lieut 338 N. Monteray St., Alhambra, 
 
 Cal. 
 
 Ezekiel D. Cook 2nd Lieut Ocillia, Georgia. 
 
 Szymkowski, John 1st Sergt 1431 Cleaver St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Brown, Joseph H Sergeant Box 475, Okemah, Oklahoma. 
 
 Daleiden, Bernard Sergeant 3 B. Third Av., St Charles, 111. 
 
 Hanson, Theodore Sergeant 21 Granwood St., Maiden, Mass. 
 
 Hendrie, Vincent E Sergeant 133 Emmett St., Portage, Wis. 
 
 Holsone, Ralph A Sergeant Maple, Minnesota. 
 
 Kelly, Joseph C Sergeant 367 Summers St., Pittsburg, Mass. 
 
 Kirk, David D Sergeant 4343 Union St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 McEelmeel, Eugene P Sergeant 1515 Granville Av., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Miller, Ernest P Sergeant 4128 N. Irving Av., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Novak, Charles J Sergeant Yukon, Oklahoma. 
 
 Stone, Lawrence B Sergeant 40 Bridge St., Brunswick, Me. 
 
 Swanson, Carl B Sergeant Freeport, Maine. 
 
 Whitlack, Hugh E Sergeant Piano, Illinois. 
 
 Womach, Guy V Sergeant Roosevelt, Okla. 
 
 Aaberg, Bennie Corporal Kermit, N. D. 
 
 Bertram, Louis, Jr Corporal 2536 Halsted St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Boles, James R Corporal Kilbourne, La. 
 
 Bradler, Alexander Corporal 2117 E. 29th St., S. Doraine, O. 
 
 Case, Alma N Corporal R. R. No. 2, Gilmore, Texas. 
 
 Cervenka, Edward R Corporal 1522 W. 20th St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Clasen, Henry Corporal Fort Calhoun, Neb. 
 
 Coats, Henry T Corporal Atlanta, Missouri. 
 
 Fallon, John B Corporal Braidwood, 111. 
 
 Ham, HoUie H Corporal R. F. D. No. 3, Guthrie, Okla 
 
 Hamilton, Frank E Corporal -oh 'asjodjo j adBQ 
 
 Hanke, Edward Corporal Roselle, Illinois. 
 
 Ligon, James W Corporal Box 86, Byers, Texas. 
 
 Manning, Clement L Corporal 4815 N. St. Louis Av., Chicago, 
 
 111. 
 Nagel, Michael Corporal 5632 S. Honor St., Chicago, 111, 
 
152 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Phelan, Thacher Corporal 10 Wall St., Albany, N. Y. 
 
 Samens, Robert E Corporal 807 S. Fourth St., Oregon. 111. 
 
 Schulze, Bernhard Corporal 1943 Patterson Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Slager, Matthew Corporal 1943 W. 24th Place, Chicago, 111. 
 
 Smith, George H Corporal 2800 S. Robinson St., Oklahoma 
 
 i City, Okla. 
 
 Smyslong, Albert Corporal 2601 6th St., Peru, III. 
 
 Stolberg, Harry A Corporal 1102 E. State St., Rockford, 111. 
 
 Wesson, Affle Corporal Maock, Ky. (R. P. D. No. 7.) 
 
 Youngdahl, Axel H Corporal 1.515 Cornelia Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Albrecht, Edward L Cook 3639 Ravenswood Ave., Chicago, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Pawloski, John Cook 1947 W. ISth St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Sierszynski, Ignat Cook 1936 W. 17th St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ward, Elwood J Cook 120 Chateau Ave., Bartelsville, 
 
 Oklahoma. 
 
 Edwards, Carl Mechanic 4510 S. Paulina St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Klusas, William Mechanic 4020 Kilpatrick Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Pluta, Vincent Mechanic Wellington, 111. 
 
 Decker, Clyde Bugler 1415 Vj-se Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Stafford, Joseph Bugler 929 16th Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. 
 
 Winconek, John F Bugler Lillehammer, Norway. 
 
 Amundsen, Theodore Wagoner 128 E. Maine St., Cleveland, Ohio. 
 
 Anderson, Gustaf E Wagoner Amaud, Manitoba, Canada. 
 
 Andrew Wagoner Burlington, Kansas. 
 
 Beavers, John W Wagoner 364 Indian Road, Ontario, Canada. 
 
 Brown, Gordon C Wagoner Wakensa, Kan. (R. P. D. No. 1.) 
 
 Bulkey, John L Wagoner 612 E. 3rd St., Alton, 111. 
 
 Craig, Arch M Wagoner 216 N. 5th St., St. Joseph, Mo. 
 
 Dunlap, Robert Wagoner 2112 N. 21st St., B. St. Louis, 111. 
 
 Ford, Arthur B Wagoner 2848 Vincennes Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Hollenbach, Albert Wagoner 1127 Maple St., Carthage, Mo, 
 
 Kelso, Winston H Wagoner Thorndike, Mo. (R. F. D. No. 2.1 
 
 Ladd, Albert N Wagoner 2002 Ave. G, Council Bluffs, Iowa. 
 
 Neal, Bejamin F Wagoner 1813 S. Troop St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ourada, Joseph Wagoner 1835 W. 34th St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Schmitt, Thomas C Wagoner 1625 Elizabeth Ave., Wichita, 
 
 Stolpe, Edward J W^agoner 159 demons St., Paducah, Ky. 
 
 Kansas. 
 
 Wait, Russell E Wagoner 1625 Elizabeth Av., Wichita, Kan. 
 
 Williams, Marlin W Wagoner Grant, Okla. (Box 231.) 
 
 Zogg, Robert F Wagoner 20th and Yankee St., Williams- 
 burg, W. Va. 
 
 Albert, William J Private 
 
 Anderson, Colby Private^ 
 
 Baumring, Henry Private 
 
 Berding, Hans L Private 
 
 Burgart, Walter C Private 
 
 Bumell, Edmund C Private: 
 
 Cartwright, Henry W Private^ 
 
 Cerveny, Frank Private 
 
 Chacey, Ernest A Private, 
 
 Connors, Allen Private 
 
 Dafnos, John Private; 
 
 Daholik, Theodore Private, 
 
 Dyczewski, Alexander Private 
 
 Frizzino, Polo Private. 
 
 Gribbon, William, Jr Private 
 
 Hale, William N Private 
 
 Hamlin, Ben Private, 
 
 Hansen, Ernie H Private 
 
 Hines, Jesse James Private 
 
 Hoffman, Isaac Private 
 
 Irby, Wiley Private 
 
 Klrby, Michael Private 
 
 Koch, Charles A Private 
 
 Laskowski, Walter J Private 
 
 Lee, Steven A Private 
 
 McDonald, Charles E Private 
 
 Migus, Tony Private 
 
 Mueller, Wilhelm II. Private 
 
 Mullaney, John T Private, 
 
 Murphy, Albert F Private, 
 
 Osgood, Arthur W Private 
 
 Pyles, Oatis Private 
 
 Rise, William A Private, 
 
 Ritger, Joseph A Private, 
 
 Robbins, William A Private, 
 
 Ic 228 N.Lockwood Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic Atkin, Minn. 
 
 Ic 1855 Clinton Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic 914 S. Mansfield Ave., Chicago, Til. 
 
 Ic lona, Iowa. 
 
 l'^' 28 Exeter St., B. Hampton, Mass. 
 
 Ic Lenore, Illinois. 
 
 Ic 1317 W. 20th St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic Meridian, Kansas. 
 
 Ic Dunville Plasentia, Newfoundland 
 
 Ic Care of Great Northern Railway, 
 
 Wilmar, Minn. 
 Ic Zaluchia Perevoslo Ostrohl Volhy- 
 
 nia, Russia. 
 Ic 8482 Commercial Ave., S. Chicago, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Ic 12312 Fairview Ave., Cleveland, O. 
 
 Ic 7531 Bennett St., Pittsburgh. Pa. 
 
 Ic 310 E. 70th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Ic 208 Naline St., Aberdeen, S. D. 
 
 Ic Ashby, Minn. 
 
 Ic Moss Point, Miss. 
 
 Ic 148 Remwood Place, Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic Jenkins, New Mexico. 
 
 Ic Gen. Del. Rock, Mich. 
 
 Ic 2021 Hastings St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 le 1701 S. Ashland Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic 2846 N. Richmond St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Ic Keota, Okla. (R. R. No. 2.) 
 
 Ic 759 W. 118th St., W. Pullman, 111. 
 
 Ic 312 Hastings St., Park Ridge, 111. 
 
 Ic Mattawankeag, Maine. 
 
 Ic 22 McKinley Ave., Norwich, Conn. 
 
 Ic 1410 Tanner Ave., Tanner, Conn. 
 
 Ic 607 John St., Joplin, Mo. 
 
 Ic New Albany, Ind. (R. F. D. No. 4.) 
 
 Ic 217 Maury St, Richmond, Va. 
 
 Ic West Swanzey, N. H. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 153 
 
 Schewe, Fred Private, Ic 4020 N. Kilpatrick Ave., Chicago, 
 
 cci, TT A Illinois. 
 
 Sharp, Harry A.. Private, Ic 318 W. 3rd St., Centralia, III. 
 
 Silberstein, Joseph Private, Ic 1022 W. Taylor St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Smith, Clark M Private, Ic 209 N. Caldwell St., Ft. Scott, Kan. 
 
 Sullivan, Thomas E Private, Ic Bondsville, Mass. (P. O. Box 96 ) 
 
 Swazes, Dominik Private, Ic 5422 S. Green St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Tmskis, John Private, Ic 2952 Hamlin Ave., Chicago 111. 
 
 Tofte, Joseph Private, Ic Whitehall, Wis. (P. O. Box 258) 
 
 Walker, Reginald Private, Ic Laure ISprings, N J 
 
 Warner, Earl Private, Ic Sayer, Okla. (R. F. D. No- 3 ) 
 
 Warnke, Edward F Private, Ic 173rd and Loomis Sts., liazel- 
 
 .^ , ^ . , crest, Illinois. 
 
 Weber, Louis J Private, Ic 4733 S. Ashland Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Widney, William F Private, Ic Fay, Okla 
 
 Yudikis, Simon Private, Ic 2321 W. 22nd St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Alt, Bernard Private 860 Riverside Drive, New York 
 
 A ., T City, N. Y. 
 
 Anderson, Jorgen .Private Atlantic, Iowa (Route No 4 ) 
 
 Banion, Leonard Private Erie, 111. (Route No. 2 ) 
 
 Baretta, Robert J Private 83 Dakota St., Dorchester, Mass. 
 
 Barrino, Louis Private Salerno, Italy. 
 
 Barry, Edward Private 2103 Hastings St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Barry, George Private 446 James St., Richmond Center, 
 
 r, XI, ivr „, Wisconsin. 
 
 Earth, Normaji W Private 165 Morrell St., Rochester, N Y 
 
 Bergin, Joseph J. Private 1021 Montana St., Chicago, 111. . . 
 
 Bematz, Joseph V Private 1846 Clifton Park Ave., Chicago, 
 
 T^, , , , ^ . Illinois. 
 
 Blockwelder, One Private Shamrock, Okla 
 
 Blade, Lyle Private 131 E. 59th St., Chicago, 111 
 
 Brown, Herman Private 44 Seigle St., Brooklyn, N. F 
 
 Buzzard, Michael F Private Ohley, W. Va 
 
 Caldwell, George Private Pleasantville, Pa. (Route No. 2.) 
 
 Carmack, Miles M Private Desoto, Wis. 
 
 Chase Victor C . . Private 57 Lincoln St., Bath, Maine. 
 
 Chnstensen, John H Private Main St., Bradford, ill 
 
 Conger, John Private Greenfield, Ind 
 
 Crawford, Lawrence Private Westport, Conn. 
 
 Dahl Harold B Private 563 N. Lawler Ave., Chicago, III. 
 
 Danglo, Joseph Private Shelby Miss s , . 
 
 Dausch, William T Private 731 E.' Gimber St., Indianapolis, 
 
 _> , ^, , Indiana. 
 
 Descheneaux, Charles Private 12 Bonker St., Brunswick, Maine 
 
 De Vors, James L Private Oakwood, 111 
 
 nJ.J^,t!.l'^^*^TiJ,'l^'^-rf Private Castalbick, Calvasaquila, Italy. 
 
 Dogherty Walter T Private 91 Rich St., Dan vers, Mass. 
 
 ^]^,^\ O^en J Private 1318 E. Wilcox St., Joliet, 111. 
 
 Eldnge, Ezra T Private McCaysburg, Ind. 
 
 ^.^■f'fHie, Edward Private 7 Gerold St., Bath, Maine. 
 
 Pabish, Paul, Jr Private 3932 N. Cicero Ave., Chicago, 111 
 
 Fisher, Francis B Private 280 Ferry St Everett Mass 
 
 Forrest, Dudley T Private Westbrooi, m1 (R. F D No. 1.) 
 
 Cpll'it'' oY^lViV ^'■^''^i^ 2125 Webb St., Indianapolis, Ind. 
 
 Geveis, Charles H Private 22 Maiden St., Everett, Mass. 
 
 nl^^f^r .^^^^^ J Private Metitheum, Essex County, Mass. 
 
 Goldstein, Harry Private 1610 W. 13th St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Green Jasper D Private Ashdown, Ark. 
 
 Hobbs, Roy E . . . Private Osacus, Minn. 
 
 Holder, Clarence C Private 1508 Silver St., BlythviUe, Ark. 
 
 Jackson, Ben Private 1602 22nd St., Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Kapala, Joseph . Piivate 1304 Summit St., .Joliet, 111. 
 
 Karpowicz, Ledwik Private 1314 Prescott St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Keane, James J. Private 4812 W. Monroe St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 La Pluer, Armond A Private 40 Williams St., North Hampton, 
 
 T „, T A .u- T, . ^ Massachusetts. 
 
 La Flamme J. Artnur Private 222 Blake St., Lewiston, Maine. 
 
 Lester Charles W. Private 3315 Stockton St., Richmond, Va 
 
 Lmdemann, William F Private 4739 S. State St., Chicago. Ill 
 
 if^'h ^^'.lierman T Private South Windham, Maine. 
 
 Maddocks, Ernest Private Washington, Maine 
 
 Marshak, Mose R Private Westville lil 
 
 McDonald, Albert R Private 18 Stone' St.,' Portland, Maine. 
 
 McDonald, Bernard F Private Maityville, Long Island N Y 
 
 Miller, Festus B Private Murleson, Texas ' ' 
 
 Minotte, James D Private 38 Deering Ave., Portland, Maine. 
 
 Minsburg, Thomas Private 703 114th St., New York N Y 
 
 Moon, Nelson Pri\'ate Lockhart, Texas. ' " 
 
 Mooney,_ Thomas L Private Stoutland, Cameron Co.. Mo 
 
 Nadulski Joseph Private 2414 W. Grace St., S. Bend, Ind 
 
 Nelson, Harry E Private 1128 Ardmore Ave., Cnicago. Ill 
 
 Nicastro, Bartholomew Private 102 Gerry St., Brooklyn, N Y ' 
 
154 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Plueis, John Private 276 Elm St., Lawrence, Mass. 
 
 Rerzechina, Giuseppe Private 8523 Guines St., Chicago. 111. 
 
 Radcliff, Ralph L Private 30 Garfield St., Fall River, Mass. 
 
 Rayfeld Private 1510 W. 71st Place, Chicago, III . 
 
 Riopel, Oliver ■ Private 99 N. Canterbury St., Worcester, 
 
 Mass. 
 
 Roof, Clyde L Private Camp Grove, 111. 
 
 Rutter, Frank Private 1256 Dickson St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Rybandt, John F Private 1445 Fell Place, Chicago, 111. 
 
 Soproaowich, John Private 110 Oak St., Waterburv, Conn. 
 
 San ten, George Private 765 E. 214th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Scherer, Paul B Private 5227 Magnolia Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Schielf, Charles, Jr Private 26 Mare St., Rochester, N. Y. 
 
 Schultz, Otto Private 3619 W. 57th Place, Chicago. 111. 
 
 Sedberry, Elmer D Private Aboline, Texas (Box 75, Route 6) 
 
 Shapiro, Joseph Private 1312 Hastings St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 SchauDel, Albert P Private Lockport, II? . 
 
 Smith, Paul L Private 1415 W. 26th St., Indianapolis, 
 
 Indiana. 
 
 Stark, David Private 1111 Junion St., Ottawa, 111. 
 
 Sund, Oscar Private Highway, N. J. 
 
 Tarp, Frank Private 2003 Elders St., Indiana Harbor, 
 
 Indiana. 
 
 Thompson, Curtis I Private Havensville, Kan. (R. F. D. 2.) 
 
 Tikulkas, Stanley Private Enthrone Ave., Kankakee, 111. 
 
 Topceski, Tictor Private Hatiey, Wis. 
 
 Tourtelotte, Irving Private 33 Main St. Webster Mass. 
 
 Vaccaro, Joseph Private Consldin, Italy. 
 
 Venard, Bert R Private 56 Richland Ave., Downers Grove, 
 
 Illinois. 
 Weicht, Tony Private 210 W. Franklin St., Evansville, 
 
 Indaina. 
 
 Wolf, Joseph Private 5483 Kenwood Ave., Chicago. 111. 
 
 Wonnell, Arthur Private 1314 Oakland St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 BATTERY "E" 
 
 Ingersoll, Frank I Captain 1414 45th Ave., Sunset District, 
 
 San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Kofsky, Louis 1st Lieut. 2 Newport Road, Cambridge, Mass. 
 
 Provosty, Ledoux 1st Lieut New Roads, Louisiana. 
 
 Davis, David 2nd Lieut. 244 E. 5th St., Riverside, Cal. 
 
 Hannibal, August 2nd Lieut. 605 River St., Hoboken, N. J. 
 
 Bethschneider, Nicholas E 1st Sergt 515 20th St., Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Cole, Roy C Sup. Sergt 2012 Common St., Houston, Tex. 
 
 Sigman, Frank W Mess Sergt. Spencer, N. C. 
 
 Garrett, Ellis D Sergeant Blue Springs, Miss. 
 
 Harmon, Frank Sergeant Corpus Christi, Tex., R. F. D., 2. 
 
 Thompson, William C Sergeant Lewiston, N. C. 
 
 Stewart, Roy E Sergeant Orr Apts., Charlotte, N. C. 
 
 Swicegood, Richard R Sergeant Salisbury, N. C, R. F. D., No. 1. 
 
 Shofner, Ancil C Sergeant Gushing, Texas, R. F. D., No. 1. 
 
 Wagner, Charles Sergeant 415 S. 2nd St., Wilmington, N. C. 
 
 Kuhn, Elmo R Sergeant R. F. D., No A, Box 325, Houston 
 
 Texas 
 
 Kittrell, Milford Sergeant R. F. D., No. 2, Gushing, Tex. 
 
 Thompson, James A Sergeant R. F D., No. 4, Arlington, Tex. 
 
 Hodges, William H Sergeant 904 Hemphill St., Ft. Worth, Tex. 
 
 Williams, Oscar T Sergeant General Delivery, Galveston, Tex. 
 
 Hammett, William P Corporal Palos, Ala. 
 
 Crary, Roy E Corporal Brevard, N. C. 
 
 Weeks, Harry Corporal 906 W. 4th St., Charlotte, N. C. 
 
 Matlock, Ben. P Corporal R. P. D., No. 4, Austin, Tex. 
 
 Compton, Malon E Corporal Loraine. Tex. 
 
 Harrison, George H Corporal Plymouth, N. C. 
 
 KoUman, Lester Corporal New Ulm, Texas. 
 
 Marten, Harman Corporal Elpaso, 111. 
 
 Pier, Mike C Corporal. ..... 301 E. Field Ave., San Antonio, 
 
 Brew, Vincent Corporal 553 W. 10th St., Erie, Pa. 
 
 Crow, Arthur W Corporal Abemathy, Tex. 
 
 Ranson, William E Corporal Huntersville, N. C. 
 
 Meyer, Carl C. P Corporal West Union, Ohio. 
 
 Hodgin, Irvin C Corporal 500 Arlington St., Greensboro, 
 
 North Carolina. 
 
 Marable, Paul D Corporal Clarksville, Tex. 
 
 Amot, George A Corporal 1012 W. Central Ave., Albu- 
 querque, New Mexico. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 155 
 
 Veraschtert, Joseph Corporal R. F. D., No. 1, St. Charles, 111. 
 
 Morren, Bill Corporal Gorman, Texas 
 
 Spencer, Clarence I Corporal 408 S&L Bunding, Des Moines, 
 
 Iowa. 
 
 Baca, Bonifacio Corporal Gallup, New Mexico. 
 
 Stroking, John T Corporal 171 29th St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Williams, Elmer H Corporal R. F. D., No. 2, Rigby. Idaho. 
 
 Ham, Carroll D Corporal 327 N. Kickapoo St.. Shawnee, 
 
 Oklahoma. 
 Nichols, Walter F Corporal 723 Grant Ave., West CoUingwood, 
 
 New Jersey. 
 
 Boggs, John G Mechanic R. F. D., No. 3, Pilot Point, Tex. 
 
 Mitchell, Ollie C Mechanic Blue, Oklahoma. 
 
 Porter Roy Mechanic Box 153, Miles, Texas. 
 
 Williams, Thomas H Mechanic R. F. D., No. 1. Mansfield Tex. 
 
 Bailev, Grant W Wagoner R. F. D. No. 1, Irvmg, 111. 
 
 Bergman, Mervin H Wagoner 1016 S. 6th St., Ave., West 
 
 Virginia, 111. 
 
 Blackman, Noah B Wagoner R. F. D., No. 3, Georgetown, Tex. 
 
 Buchanan, Webb H Wagoner R. F. D. No. 6, Bryan, Texas. 
 
 Bumey, Howard D Wagoner R. F. D., No. 3, Mart Texas. 
 
 Burton Richard C Wagoner Richmond, McHenry Co., 111. 
 
 Couch, John L Wagoner Collingston, Utah. „ ^ _, , 
 
 Eakin, Newell B Wagoner Carrier, Iklahoma, R. F. D. No. 1, 
 
 Box 153. 
 
 Hoene Stanley H Wagoner Batesville, Indiana. 
 
 James, William B Wagoner Herman, Oklahoma. 
 
 Johnson, Bryant Wagoner Decker, Indiana. 
 
 Pezzetti, John J Wagoner Box 347, Wakefield, Michigan. 
 
 Quinn, Orion T Wagoner R. F. D., No. 3, Deport, Texas. 
 
 Sanders, William S Wagoner Belvedere Apts., Norfolk, Va. 
 
 Shields, William J Wagoner Alexander, Minnesota. 
 
 Smith, William Wagoner R. F. D., No. 1, Lott, Texas 
 
 Box 72. 
 
 Sullivan, Robert E Wagoner Nokodis, 111. 
 
 Thadden, Henry J Wagoner Ohiowa, Nebraska. 
 
 Youngberg, Harold J Wagoner 615 S. 8th St., La Crosse, Wis. 
 
 Swanson, William L Cook 1104 S. Alamo St., San Antonio, 
 
 Texas. 
 Bushert, Ralph E Cook 601 W. Columbia St., Campaign, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Scott, Billie B Cook R. F. D., No. 3, Lake Como, Miss. 
 
 Hyder, William T Cook Lone Wolf, Oklahoma. 
 
 Simmons, Philip Bugler R. F. D., No. 3, Okmukee, Okla. 
 
 Adler, Myron P Bugler 1517 School St., S. Bethlehem, Pa. 
 
 Long, Crawford G Bugler R. F. D., No. 1, Smith Station, Ala 
 
 Anno, Charles F Private, Ic Williamsport, Indiana. 
 
 Anderson, Andrew A Private, Ic 386 Thornton, Hammond, Ind. 
 
 Bellamy, Charles R Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 1, Grand Prairie, 
 
 Texas. 
 
 Bentley, Cody R Private, Ic Chillicothe, Texas. 
 
 Bezek, John Private, Ic 805 Cleveland Ave., Joliet, 111. 
 
 Brewer, Horace G Private, Ic B. F. D., No. 3, Sneedville, Tenn. 
 
 Burlison, John F Private, Ic B. F. D., No. 1, Verona, Miss. 
 
 Carmichael, James E Private, Ic Killeen, Texas. 
 
 Caverly, John J Private, Ic 27 Warren St., Harrington, Mass. 
 
 Clark, Basil E Private, Ic Hiteman, Iowa. 
 
 Clay, Milton R Private, Ic Strong City, Kansas. 
 
 Devoe, Charles J Private, Ic 217 E. 29th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Downey, Herbert A Private, Ic Cambridge, Nebraska. 
 
 Farris, Curtice C Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 3, Box 27A, Hellis, 
 
 Oklahoma. 
 
 Faulkner, Clarence E .Private, Ic R. F. D. No. 1, Henderson, N. C. 
 
 Forcum, Albert M Private, Ic Oblong, 111. 
 
 Garcia, David Private, Ic Carrizzo, New Mexico. 
 
 Grimes, William L Private, Ic 4401 Emerald St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Grossman, Robert F Private, Ic 3428 R% St., Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Huettman, William, Jr Private, Ic 2027 Main St., Peru, HI. 
 
 Johnson, Raymond A Private, Ic Corpus Christi, Texas. 
 
 Johnson, Arthur R Private, Ic 4726 W. Huron St, Chicago, 111. 
 
 Jones, Jesse J Private, Ic 124 W. Maine St., Ottumwa, Iowa. 
 
 Kelly, Charles Private, Ic 
 
 Kilpatrlck, Thomas M Private, Ic Gallup, New Mexico. 
 
 Kirksey, Charles W Private, Ic Box 395, Humble, Texas. 
 
 Knezek, Alphonse Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 4, Schulenberg, Tex. 
 
 Martin, Robert D Private, Ic 620 N. Bliendo St., Los Angeles, 
 
 Cal 
 
 McCall, Homer C Private, Ic R. F. D., No. Flat Rock, S. C. 
 
 McGregor, Don A Private, Ic Jasper, Ala. 
 
 McSloy,, Sidney A Private, Ic Fresno, Montana. 
 
 Michel. Fritz C Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 1, Hufsmith, Tex. 
 
156 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Miller, John Private, Ic 307 Kerrigan Ave., West Hoboken, 
 
 New Jersey. 
 
 Mire, Warren A Private, Ic Sunshine, La. 
 
 Morris, George L Private, Ic Brady, Texas. 
 
 Neal, Nold Private, Ic 6112 St. Lawrence Ave., Chicago, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Neault, Dona Private, Ic 309 Franklin St., Hancock, 111. 
 
 Okruhlik, Joseph V Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 1, Box 70, Flatonia, 
 
 Texas. 
 
 Peruolo, Michel Private, Ic 581 Carroll St., Brooklyn, 111. 
 
 Pitts, Grady Y Private, Ic Knippa, Texas. 
 
 Plumley, William E Private, Ic Box No. 4, Webster, Texas. 
 
 Pohl, Henry J Private, Ic Hallettsville, Texas. 
 
 Powell, Harold A Private, Ic 35 Oak St., Jersey City, N. J. 
 
 Roe, Robert W Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 1, Chatsworth, Ga. 
 
 Rogers, Cuba C Private, Ic R. P. D., No. 5, Dyersburg, Tenn. 
 
 Rodkey, Willis Private, Ic 3947 Brown St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
 
 Rushing, Elmer Private, Ic Mountainair, New Mexico. 
 
 Von Hebel, John H Private, Ic Neola, Iowa. 
 
 Afflolter, Benjamin H Private Merriem, Kansas. 
 
 AUred, Joe W Private R. F. D., No. 2, Elk City, Okla. 
 
 Allen, Robert E Private Box 2518, Globe, Arizona. 
 
 Altollo, John Private 24 Bridge St., Amsterdam, N. Y. 
 
 Anderson, Samuel W Private Virginia, Minnesota. 
 
 Bennett, Robert Private ;Yorktown Heights, New York, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Bezdik, Joseph F Private R. F. D., No. 2, Abbott, Texas. 
 
 Bocek, William Private 2244 N. Bash Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Boynyewig, Walter Private Kovno Lithania, Russia. 
 
 Bruner, Roy A Private Hamlin, Texas. 
 
 Butler, John Private 243 Clinton St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Bryant, ByronB Private Lake Village, Indiana. 
 
 Cammire, Walter J Private Baylis, 111. 
 
 Carter, James W Private 705 Belmont Ave., Grand Forks, 
 
 North Dakota. 
 
 Cohagan, Clyde V Private Milf ord, Texas. 
 
 Cook, William H Private Wickliffe, Kentucky. 
 
 Cooke, John F Private 1600 Arapahoe St., Denver, Col. 
 
 Cooley, John W Private Towraqua, 111. 
 
 Council, Thomas Private Butler, Missouri. 
 
 Crabb, William E Private R. F. D. No. 3, Ardmore, Tenn. 
 
 Crutchfleld, Jack Private Bryson, Texas. 
 
 Curry, Harold N Private R. F. D., No. 2, Gays, 111. 
 
 Dauphin, Vernon N Private Route No. 1, Hagoda, Ala. 
 
 Diciacce, Gaitan Private 95 Lorimer St., Rochester, N. Y. 
 
 Dills, Joel Private 808 S. Franklin St., Garrett, Ind. 
 
 Doebert, Frank W Private Mascrutah, 111. 
 
 Duffy, Frank J Private 817 32nd St., Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Fannick, George Private 59 Lawrence St., Edwardsville, Pa. 
 
 Ferullo, John Private R. F. D., No. 1, Oneal, Texas. 
 
 Finney, William E Private 7 Richmond Ave., Wobum, Mass. 
 
 Foster, Thomas B Private Lockney, Texas. 
 
 Gingras, Armand Private 146 Jewett St., Lowell, Mass. 
 
 Glenn, Joseph F .Private Blue, Okla., Box No. 175. 
 
 Gravelle, Joseph F Private 2633 Halstead St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Griffay, Oliver V Private Llano, Texas. 
 
 Hagenah, George H Private R. F. D., No. 5, Quincy, 111. 
 
 Hall, Malvin Private Venus, Texas. 
 
 Harrington, Felias Private Crowley, La. 
 
 Held, Norman S Private 35 Oak St., Silver Creek, N. Y. 
 
 Henwood, Willard R Private 144 Orchard St., Yonkers, N. Y. 
 
 Hilliard, Frank Private Fairplay, South Carolina. 
 
 Hullng, James O Private Hamlin, Texas. 
 
 Jones, Carl E Private Rio, Wisconsin. 
 
 Joyner, Wilbur M Private 332 N. Elm St., Greensboro, N. C. 
 
 Deserf, Paul Private 415 St. Paul St., Springfield, 111. 
 
 Janzig, Ernest H Private Guttenburg, Iowa. 
 
 Kynion, Paul O Private 1935 Taylor St., Springfield, Mo. 
 
 Lawhun, John C Private 306 Dewey Ave., Normal, 111. 
 
 Layton, Roland Private Wilcox. Pa. 
 
 Lincoln, Richard Private Florida, 6 E. of N St., Mobile, Ala. 
 
 Lyons, Leroy D Private 7431 Harvard Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Mansfield, Patrick R Private 38 Front St., Nashua, N. H. 
 
 Merritt, George H Private Center Point, Texas. 
 
 Muncy, Offie Private Atoka, Okla. 
 
 Meyers, Louis R Private R. F. D., No. 1, Morris, Okla. 
 
 Nabors, Benjamin P Private Box 142, Deleon, Texas. 
 
 Nail, Robert L Private Iowa Park, Texas. 
 
 Oczkowski, Frederick Private,. 330 Williams St., Harrison, N. J. 
 
 Orr, Albert Private Syracuse, Kansas. 
 
 Orsbum, Peter Private Griff eth, Indiana. 
 
 Patterson, Elbert R Private Sparkman, Ark. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 157 
 
 Peterson, Roland F Private Kingsley, Iowa. 
 
 Rabe, Herman C Private Bleakwood, Texas. 
 
 Ranch, Edward G Private Bellville, 111. 
 
 Schneider, Louis. Private .597 June St., Bridgeport, Conn. 
 
 Schwartz, Edward R Private Box No. 75, R. F. D., No. 4, 
 
 Hasting, Minnesota. 
 
 Schulz, Herman G Private Warta, Texas. 
 
 Serowitz, Alexander Private 51 Forsythe St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Sims, Obie L Private Mobeetie, Texas. 
 
 Singel, John Private Box 38, Barrensboro. Pa. 
 
 Stacv, William F Private Decatur, 111. 
 
 Stauffacher, Karl E Private 412 Anita St., Houston. Texas. 
 
 Steele, Louis Private R. F. D., No. 1, Carbondale, 111. 
 
 Talina, Albert Private 116 W. 3rd St., Spring Valley, 111. 
 
 Taylor, Walter F Private R. P. D., No. 1, Shenandoah, Va. 
 
 Teeter, Jake W Private Sayre, Pa. 
 
 Tobler, Lawrence L Private R. F. D., No. 5, Mitchell, S. D. 
 
 Tucker, Bede O Private Hutchinson, Minn. 
 
 Tornow, Edward W Private R. F. D., No. 8, Walnut, 111. 
 
 Turner, Louis A Private R. F. D., No. 8, Danville, 111. 
 
 Twitchell, William G Private Correll, Minn. 
 
 Van Horn, Harry C Private Dalhart, Texas. 
 
 Vicorsky, Arthur Private 106 Elno St., Dorchester, Mass. 
 
 Walker, Jakie Private Buffalo, Texas. 
 
 Ward, Eugene C Private R. F. D., No. 4, Red Oak, Iowa. 
 
 Wilder, Avis G Private LlUington, North Carolina. 
 
 Williams, Will K Private R. F. D., No. 1, Saginaw, Texas. 
 
 Worley, Odie F Private 3515 James St., Omaha, Neb. 
 
 Wright, John F Private Gageby, Texas. 
 
 Yasinski, Joseph F Private R. F. D., No. 1, Glenmore, Oneida 
 
 County, New York. 
 Yaste, Fred M Private Williamsport. Ind. 
 
 BATTERY 'T" 
 
 La Fitte, John H Captain Ridge Springs, S. C. 
 
 Relieved from duty with battery upon receipt of orders for the regiment to 
 
 prepare to return to the U. S. 
 
 Spear, William D Captain 2720 Creston Ave., New York, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Hefner, Chas. B 1st Lieut Cuero, Texas. 
 
 McCarter, George W. C 1st Lieut 270 Park Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Weitzen. Fred 2nd Lieut 39 Water St., Torrington, Conn. 
 
 Hamnton, Frank 2nd Lieut Lykes'and. S. C. 
 
 Rusell, Byron A 1st Sergeant Carrol, Iowa. 
 
 Fox. Raymond L Mess Sergt 4504 W. Adams St., Chicago, IlL 
 
 Cahill, Frank A Supply Sergt Tipton, Cal. 
 
 Mullins, Martin H Sergeant R. F. D.. 4. Spartanburg, S. C. 
 
 Grant, Donald B Sergeant 1630 Locust St., Terre Haute. Ind. 
 
 Wilson, Luther C Sergeant 201 Lois St., Greenville. S. C. 
 
 Weeks, Max F Sergeant Salem, Iowa. 
 
 Hughey, William J Sergeant Dayton, Wyo. 
 
 Johnson, Charles B Sergeant 21 "S. 66 Ave., West Duluth, Minn. 
 
 Adams, George M Sergeant 1514 Clinton Ave., Sioux City, 
 
 Iowa. 
 
 Scwell, Thornwell F Sergeant Chesterfield, S. C. 
 
 Isaacson, George B Sergeant 7235 Ellwood Ave., Chicago, II. 
 
 Judkins, William C Sergeant Midwav, Kansas. 
 
 Forbes, Willis F Sergeant Whitestone, S. C. 
 
 Forbes, Wilis F Sergeant 3618 Garretson Ave., Sioux City, 
 
 Iowa. 
 
 Looney, James K Corporal Konawa, Okla. 
 
 Michael. Clyde R Sergeant La Verne. Cal. 
 
 Proudfoot, John Corporal 1620 Capital Ave., Des Moines, 
 
 Iowa. 
 
 Schraeder, Henry J Corporal Cadagan, Alberta, Canada. 
 
 Henderson, Clarence Corporal 64 W. Colo. St., Pasadena, Cal. 
 
 Smeby, Warren Corporal 901 7th St., Sioux City, Iowa. 
 
 Driggers, Oscar Corporal Many, La. 
 
 Reynolds, George H Corporal 505 Pettigrue St., Greenville, S. C. 
 
 Booth, William D Corporal 11 Dooley St., Hawkinsville, Ga. 
 
 Norerg, Paul L Corporal 326 Minn. St., Sioux S. Dak. 
 
 Bukley, Chas. F Corporal Cantio, Cal. 
 
 Annan, Herbert L Corporal Shirley Hotel, Denver, Col., Care 
 
 of Mrs. Edwin Keith. 
 
 Kimple, Virgil R Corporal 7204 S. 23d St., St. Joseph, Mo, 
 
 Brady, Harry E Corporal 137 Wright St., La Salle, 111. 
 
158 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Meyer, Nathaniel Corporal 1520 S. Nicholas Ave., New York, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 Stadler, Louis Corporal Hollowayville, 111. 
 
 Madux, Joseph H Corporal Santa Rosa, Cal. 
 
 Johnson, John A Corporal 468 Conn. St., San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Sage, George Corporal Willows. Cal. 
 
 Johnson, Herbert A Corporal Baxter Springs, Kan. 
 
 Little, John Corporal 357 Texas St., San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Bams, Andrew Corporal Chesne, S. C. 
 
 Garber, Lloyd Corporal 516 N. Hastings Ave., Hastings, 
 
 Nebraska. 
 
 White, Franklin A Corporal Summerville, Texas. 
 
 Anderson, Clarence L Cook R. F. D., 1, Loveland, Iowa. 
 
 Quaite, Harry E Cook Louisiana, Mo. 
 
 Tong, Jew S Cook 653 Main St., Calusa, Cal. 
 
 Simmett, Chas. F Cook Llewellyn, Pa. 
 
 Johnson, William M., Jr Mechanic 22 Weeks Ave., Santa Cruz, Cal. 
 
 Farley, Eugene P Mechanic 1724 J St., Lincoln, Neb. 
 
 Fawbush, James R Mechanic R. F. D., 1, Little York, Ind. 
 
 Smith, Abner Mechanic 714 Hawthorne St., S. Pasadena, 
 
 California. 
 
 Akeson, Karl A Wagoner 985 Minn. Ave., Portland, Ore. 
 
 Cartwright, Grover C Wagoner R. F. D., 2, Detroit, Minn. 
 
 Corley, William D Wagoner R. F. D., 4, Many, La. 
 
 Dux, John J Wagoner 4022 La Verne Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Faber, Floyd O Wagoner R. F. D., 1. Box 19, San Luis 
 
 Obispo, Cal. 
 Greenburg, Harold Wagoner 607 Waller St., San Francisco, 
 
 California. 
 
 Hendry, George F Wagoner R. F. D., 3, Santa Barbara, Cal. 
 
 Holmes, Chas. E Wagoner 1106 S. Washington St., Welling- 
 ton, Kansas. 
 
 Jefferies, Menzo C Wagoner Mullhall, Okla. 
 
 Kelley, Burdette A Wagoner 129 East Ave., 58 Los Angeles, 
 
 California. 
 
 Mason, Perr H Wagoner R. F. D., 2, Billings, Okla. 
 
 Moore, Alfred L Wagoner Wellford, S. C. 
 
 Preacher, Lonnee Wagoner Lelon, Texas. 
 
 Shelly, Leon M Wagoner Minbum, Iowa. 
 
 Skidmore, Arthur P Wagoner 454 Crawford St., Fort Worth, 
 
 Texas. 
 
 Smith, Willie M Wagone Box 475, Morehead, Minn. 
 
 Snider, Dewey W Wagoner Clearwater, Nebraska. 
 
 Sparks, Ralph B Wagoner 320 W. North St., Decatur, 111. 
 
 Tognazzini, Romeo L. E Wagoner Guadalupe, Cal. 
 
 Jones, Roland D Bugle 118 Oak St., Gafney, S. C. 
 
 Summerville, Herbert Bugler Moab, Utah. 
 
 Burton, Earl L Bugler S. Strand Water St., West Brook, 
 
 Maine. 
 
 Aageson, Carlo Private, le 3350 S. 19th St., S. Omaha, Neb. 
 
 Adams, Harry S Private Ic Palana. Texas. 
 
 Bar, Lewis R Private, Ic ; Chadwick, Mo. 
 
 Benson, Paul R Private, Ic Lake Park, Iowa. 
 
 Blarsdell, Ernest L Private, Ic Michaelson, Michigan. 
 
 Bright, Orville Private, Ic 1339 Hughes St., Cincinnati, O. 
 
 Brown, Rexford Private Ic Aid, Ohio. 
 
 Bryant, Gus L Private, Ic Wayne, Okla. 
 
 Chapel, Albert Private, Ic Housten, Minn. 
 
 Christianson, Paul W Private, Ic Bruce, Wis. 
 
 Conkin, Leonard L Private, Ic Green City, Mo. 
 
 Cogwell, David W Private, Ic French Lick, Ind. 
 
 Cudd, Henry B Private, Ic S. Church St., Spartanburg, S. C. 
 
 Bliopulos, John Private, Ic 1337 W. Van Buren St., Chicago, 
 
 Ellsworth, Ora C Private, Ic Illinois. 
 
 Chinook, Mont. 
 
 Erickson, Willie B Private, Ic R. P. D., 7, Decorah, Iowa. 
 
 Farquhar, Eddis O Private, Ic N. Cucamonga, Cal. 
 
 Gregory, Munsey Private, Ic Prague, Okla. 
 
 Griffith, George E Private Ic 806 6th St., Fort Madison, Iowa. 
 
 Harris, Gamer Private, Ic Erin, Tenn. 
 
 Heinsohn, W. G Private, Ic 5020 N. Winchester Ave., Chicago, 
 
 Helton, Earl Private, Ic Illinois. 
 
 R. F. D., 3, Porum, Okla. 
 
 Hollingsworth, Denver R .... Private, Ic S. Main St., Lynn, Ind. 
 
 Hunter, Samuel P Private, Ic Bradley, Cal. 
 
 Hutton, Edwin J Private, Ic Lake City, Iowa. 
 
 Jones, John S Private. Ic Chenoa, 111. 
 
 Kacena, Joe, Jr Private, Ic R. F. D., No. 2, Walker, Iowa. 
 
 Lamb, Willard Private, Ic Merrit Apt., Kewanee, 111. 
 
 Larson, Corenllus Private, Ic Box 75, Stevenson, Cal. 
 
 Lawless, Jamse B Private, Ic 243 San Jose Ave., San Francisco, 
 
 California. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 159 
 
 tSr SSltS: :::::::::: :?n%f J IV. : : : : T¥: i; k ouumwa. lowa. 
 
 Uml'r John S Private, Ic R. F. D., 2, Patton, Pa. 
 
 Nash, ' Chester D Private, Ic ^t'^'^i.^g®' ^^^ ?" ^„„ 
 
 NpIsoti Harrv V Private, Ic Aberdeen, Washington. 
 
 Olesen,' Georle W. :... .i i. .Private', Ic 262 Page St., Portland, Ore. 
 
 Olsom, Sigward Private, Ic Cameron, Wis. 
 
 Paradis, Chas. H Private, Ic Benlomond, Cal. 
 
 Pren'^lal'^h^r ^ fS:!':' \l- : : : .-R^'r'd.^U- Whitesboro, Tex. 
 
 uSSowIm LV.-.V.-.V.V.-.Pr7vate', lc::.:..1815 Marshal St Boone St., Iowa. 
 
 Sanli rgT Florian J Private, Ic R. F. D 1, Noble Iowa. 
 
 Q^hrAplor r/onard L Private Ic 2126 Ind. Ave., Chicago, 111., 
 
 ISrv'k CoJ:^X .. .V.\V.¥riva^^^^^^ Ic .::..5925 Lexington St., Duluth. Minn. 
 
 StZbolpbusE. :.:...... Private,' Ic R. F. p., 1 Campobello, S. C. 
 
 Stevenson, Adlai R Private, Ic ^otisulga Ala. 
 
 <s+rnin Svivpsitpr Y Private. Ic R. F. D., 5, Box lob, luisa,- uKia. 
 
 Va^i"t'es, Ahille K. .V.y.V.;^^^^^^^^ Ic Hillsborough, Rt. 6, Edwardsvile. 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Wheeler Earl Private, Ic 202 Mansfield St., Chippewa Falls, 
 
 ' Wisconsin. 
 
 Adair, Floyd O Private Box If- ^estville, Okla^ 
 
 Alberigi, Frank Private 868 Union St., San Francisco, 
 
 California 
 
 Baker, Ramon B Private 231 West D St., Kingman, Kan. 
 
 Bevens George L Private Magnus, Ark. ^ t„^ 
 
 Bfrnen iidrfw Private 519 Fitch ft. Longanport Ind. 
 
 Blue, Arthur Private 701 Market St., Red Oak. Iowa. 
 
 Bogue, Wilmot L Private Poqunnock Bridge, Conn^ 
 
 Britcher, John W Private R. F. D 2 Narrows, Conn. 
 
 Carlton, George W Private Roosevelt, Okla. 
 
 Chappell, Arthur B Private Tecumseh, Okla. 
 
 Clark, Edward B Private Suplee, Oregon. 
 
 Courington, Carl F Private Howe. Okla. /l•„„o,^„l,•a 
 
 CordellT John F Private 1334 West 22nd St., Indianapolis, 
 
 Indiana. 
 
 Cordine Jos Private Front Ave., Chicago 111 
 
 Davis Ulysses S Private 435 Rush St., Pueblo. Colo. 
 
 Denni's, Ttaothy t!. Private 409 Main St., Viroqua, Wis. 
 
 Denzler Harrv Private Carlton, Minn. 
 
 Kle.MoseZ •.......:..::.... Private 524 N. Chestnut St., Kewannee, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Bastham, Sheridan Private Beegs, Okla. 
 
 Foor. .lames D Private R. F. D.. 8, Rochester, Ind. 
 
 Fullenwider, Samuel L Private lola, Kansas. 
 
 Fulton, Clifton E Private Rusellville. Ala. 
 
 Garrett, Robert L Private Maiml, Okla 
 
 Gjestwhang, Finer Private International Falls, Minn. 
 
 Graves. Sidnev Private Martinsburg. Iowa. 
 
 Heinsen, August H Private Sebastapol, Cal _ 
 
 Henderson, Ralph W Private R. F. D., 1, ^oo^^"^^'!' .^„®%,„ 
 
 Hines, Clarence Private 2010 McElroy St., Anniston, Ala. 
 
 Hungerford, George B Private 325 S. Sylvan St.. Emporia, Kan. 
 
 Hurt, Grady H Private R. F. D.. 2, Norman, Okla. 
 
 Hutto, John H Private Fitzjerald, Ga. ,„„„„+air, 
 
 Johnson, Fred O Private 426 Thistle Ave., Ironmountain, 
 
 Michigan. 
 
 Jones, Arthur E Private Montague, Cal. iro^iranko^ 
 
 Kale, Morris J Private 281 S. Indiana Ave., Kankankee, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Karlson, Peter A Private Slayter, Minn. 
 
 Kebceeaux, Theophile Private Grawley. La. rnvinston 
 
 Keller, Martin Private R. F. D., 1, Box 80. Covington. 
 
 Indiana. 
 
 Kellick, William E Private Grovertown, New Hampshire. 
 
 Kennedy, William M Private 11 and 13 Corso St., Nebraska 
 
 City, Neb. 
 
 Kruse Rov R Private Manning, Iowa. , 
 
 Leahy,' James J Private 801 Washington St., Lincoln. 
 
 •^ Nebraska. 
 
 Lee George D Private R. F. D., 1, Morrison, pkla 
 
 lIddI Aulust A Private B. F. D., 1, Box 7, Cook, Minn. 
 
 Mc'c'a'bef Idward -L Private 6 St., Tracy, Wis. 
 
 S^i'so^Te'ter^- i : i ! i ! i i l ! ! i ^S^'. : i ! i :?roSor^-MinJ."f ' ''^'- ^^^^ 
 MarKuson, i-eter. Private 327 High St., Memphis, Tenn. 
 
 Szlr j?mL. .:::::::::::::?r^;ati::::::ifTrafy n. 'b. pittseeid Mass. 
 
 Meyer, 'LSwlckM..: Private ^^f^.ZvnS''' ' 
 
 >richael, Wilfred M Private La Verne, California. 
 
i6o STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 Miller, George B Private Sheffield, 111. 
 
 Miller, Ralph B Private R. F. D., 1, Trenton, Utah. 
 
 Neel, Oscar W Private Box 163, Fowler, Cal. 
 
 Nettles, Dewitt Private Candan, Ala. 
 
 Newton, Emerson Private Velma, Neb. 
 
 Nicholi, Montie Private 128 S. Stanislau St., Stockton,. 
 
 California. 
 
 Nicholas, John L Private Y. M. C. A.. Los Angeles. Cal. 
 
 Nielson, Nielsy T Private 62 S. Lodge St., Omaha, Neb. 
 
 Nilson, Earnest G. A Private 2192 Vicksburg Ave., Oakland,. 
 
 California. 
 
 O'Conner, Batholu Private R. F. D., 5, Attawa, 111. 
 
 Ohannesian, Humige Private R. P. D., 1, Bos 142, Fresno, CaL 
 
 Oliver, James H Private Cherrokee, S. C. 
 
 Ostrander, Roymond D Private Arkansas City, Kansas. 
 
 Pattyn, Remi Private 4208 and X St., Omaha, Neb. 
 
 Phillips, Chester E Private Bishop, Texas. 
 
 ^Poli^r, Jese Private 208 Grant St., Oskosh, Wis. 
 
 Purvis, Gilbert Private Albany, Okla. 
 
 Reynolds, Herbert C Private Ashbum, Ga. 
 
 Reynolds, Jesse Private Tony, Ala. 
 
 Richards, Eugene P Private 1831 Jackson. Dubuque, Iowa. 
 
 Richards. Eugene F Private La Vene, Arizona. 
 
 Richie, Herman C Private Buda, Texas. 
 
 Rusk, Duward D Private Nacadoches, Texas. 
 
 Rusell, Felix I Private Forth Worth, Texas. 
 
 Schroeder, Walter A Private R. F. D., 2, Carmin, Texas. 
 
 Settles, Edgar L Private Box 96, Nanibal, Mo. 
 
 Sevigney, Clifford A Private Chester. Conn. 
 
 Schaffer, Leroy Private Fall River Mills, Cal. 
 
 Sheehan, James Private Caledonia, Minn. 
 
 Shelton, Arthur Private Wayne, Okla. 
 
 Simmons, Leo J Private Morgan, La. 
 
 Simmons, Ulis I Private R. F. D., 1, Fort Worth. Texas. 
 
 Skoler, Harry Private 968 Bleeker St., Utica, N. Y. 
 
 Smallen. Charles Private Bvers. Col. 
 
 Smith, Carlton E Private 4217 Spencer St., Seattle, Wash. 
 
 Solomon, Jasper D Private Pittsburg. Texas. 
 
 Spangle, Chas. M Private Red Bluff, Cal. 
 
 Spearman, James C Private R. F. D.. 2. Pelzer, S. C. 
 
 Stinnett, John T Private R. F. D., 5, Box 10, Forth Worth. 
 
 Texas. 
 
 Talk, Lang M Private Woodward, Texas. 
 
 Thomas, John F Private R. F. D., No. 3, Cedar Hill, Texas, 
 
 Thomas, Wilbur A Private Louisville, Miss. 
 
 Tomasini, Giuseppen Private 93 Lavont St., San Francisco, 
 
 California. 
 
 Vartanini, Sisak Private 500 L St., Fresno, Cal. 
 
 Vinsette, Oren E Private 119 Oak St., Gafney, S. C. 
 
 Wescom, Burton W Private Edmunds, North Dakota. 
 
 White, Hobert Private R. P. D., 11, Mitchell, Tnd. 
 
 HEADOUARTERS COMPANY 
 
 Adams, Nathan J Franklin, La. 
 
 Ainsworth, Harry G Kentland, Indiana. 
 
 Anderson, Brooks H 354 Ward Ave., Norfolk, Va. 
 
 Anderson, Harold B Cambridge, llinois. 
 
 Anderson, Samuel H 405 S. East St., Monmouth, 111. 
 
 Andrews, Robert A Porta. Texas. 
 
 Ansell. Raymond H Oxford. New Hampshire. 
 
 Attaway, Oliver N Junction City, Ark. 
 
 Baker, John F 62 George St.. Roxbury, Mass. 
 
 Baker, Marvin P Port Worth, Texas. 
 
 Barnard, Clark M 2604 Mulberry Ave., Muscatine, Iowa. 
 
 Baudoin. Oliver Phoebus, Ya. 
 
 Becker. Herbprt C .'^43 Belsrade AVe., Mankato, Minn. 
 
 Beveridge, David Thurher, Texas. 
 
 Bloss, Herman F Canadensis, Pa. 
 
 Bolton, Roland O Hastings. Mich. 
 
 Evading, Albert .1. D Gibson City. Illinois. 
 
 Braideis, Leo D 133 W. 113th St. New York, N. Y. 
 
 Branic, Peter Madera, Pa. 
 
 Breslin, George W Wobum. Mass. , 
 
 Brewer, Collier 'M St. Stephens, Ala. 
 
 Bridges. Marvin R 2211 Park Ave., Kansas City, Mo. 
 
 Burgett, Wm. D Minila, Ark. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH i6i 
 
 Buseknis, Adolph A Okawville, Illinois. 
 
 Callahan, Frederick 41 Harrison Ave., Woburn, Mass. 
 
 Campbell, David P Norwalk, Conn. 
 
 Carter, Hugh A Dequeen, Ark. 
 
 Carson, Wm. D 3230 N. 2nd St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
 
 Casper, James B Meerlam, Kansas. 
 
 Chumbley, Robert 717 Spies Ave., Menominee, Mich. 
 
 Cherneey, Wenzell J 424 Franklin St., East Boston, Mass. 
 
 Ciarde, Peter Whitei-ight, Texas. 
 
 Clark, Chas. E Canandaigua, N. Y. 
 
 Clark, Clarence L Glidden, Wis. 
 
 Clark, Wm. J New Milford, Conn. 
 
 Clement, John W Lonoke, Ark. 
 
 Cobb, Harry Glen Cove, Long Island, N. Y. 
 
 Collins, Daniel J 1161 Orme Ave., Los Angeles, Cal. 
 
 Colpitis, Harold Woodland, Maine. 
 
 Corbett, Joseph M 126 Bridge St., Beverly, Mass. 
 
 Corwin, Paul 148 Hemendway, Boston, Mass. 
 
 Danis, Arthur H 301 Spruce St., Manchester, N. H. 
 
 Day, Alvah I South Hamilton, Mass. 
 
 Day, Elmer L Bellflower, Illinois. 
 
 Delong, Henry L Nemaha, Neb. 
 
 Delony, Lawson L 2407 Louisiana St., Little Rock, Ark. 
 
 Demeiree, Harry A 2019 Hammond Ave., Superior, Wis. 
 
 DeRosa, Alfred 604 B. Fayette St., Edmeston, N. Y. 
 
 Deshautreaux, Emile Kenner, La. 
 
 Dewey, Roy R Cicero, Ind. 
 
 Dickey, Frank Nvmore, Minn. 
 
 Dobbs, Glenn H 1231 Scrow St., Webb City, Mo. 
 
 Doherty, Frederick 48 Orchard St., City Island, N. Y. 
 
 Dorris, Eugene L Longview, Texas. 
 
 Draghi, Albert A 1118 1st Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Finnie, Jesse Equality, Illinois. 
 
 Foraker, Clarence W St David, Illinois. 
 
 Frazier, Otis Upland, Ind. 
 
 Gaddy, Luther K 1267 Calder St., Beaumont, Texas. 
 
 Gambel, Fred A New Orleans, La. 
 
 Garrett, Ray M 2037 Seminary Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Gehlert, Hans B Greene, Iowa. 
 
 Gheen, Robert W 207 Calvert St., Jersey Shore, Pa. 
 
 Gilbert, Cloy Perrv, Iowa. 
 
 Hafner, Carl F Minden, Iowa. 
 
 Hanley, Cornelius R Relfs Bluff, Ark. 
 
 Hanley, Wm. E 31 Decatur St. Charlestown. Mass. 
 
 Harmeson, Rollle R 80.5 1-2 E. Green St., Urbana, 111. 
 
 Harrington, Alton Broadway, N. C. 
 
 Heninger, John 457 isth Ave., Newark, N. J. 
 
 Heschum, Geo. T 154 Bussy St., E. Dedham, Mass. 
 
 Heyden, Adolph 149 Montgomery Ave., Irvington. N. J. 
 
 Hirsch, Phillip S 620 Lexington Ave., San Antonio, Tex. 
 
 Hollingshead, Ami J 114 Main St., Joplin, Mo. 
 
 Holt, John M Pineknot, Ky. 
 
 Howe, Wm. M 30 Clinton Ave., Canton, N. Y. 
 
 Hoyt, Fred O Amesbury, Mass 
 
 Hunter, Chas 1081 Jersey St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Huval, Eddie B 203 St. Charles Ave., Lafayette, La. 
 
 Israelson, Erick B Rockford, 111. 
 
 Jobson, Chas East Stony Point, N. Y. 
 
 Jones, Arthur H Lawrence, Mass. 
 
 Jones, Harold N 60 Central Ave., Peabody, Mass. 
 
 Joseph, Hugh P 160 W. Buchtel Ave., Akron, Ohio. 
 
 Joyce, John P Newton vile, Mass. 
 
 Kelley, Thomas J .S24 Cherry St., Elizabeth, N. J. 
 
 Kelser, Leo A Shamokin," Pa. 
 
 King, Clyde B ISIillport, Ala. 
 
 Kinney, Robt. N 3217 Windsor Ave., Kansas City, Mo. 
 
 Kittelson, Jens K South Superior, Wis. 
 
 Knoll, Henry W Morton, 111. 
 
 Koss, Henry F Strawn, 111. 
 
 Kress, Julius V 564 N. Hampden St., Buffalo, N. Y. 
 
 Kuse, Walter H 3712 N. 25th St., St. Louis, Mo. 
 
 LaGuardia, Leonardo 30 Thompson St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Laird, Warren S 4136 Liberty Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 
 Laitman, Wm 120 N. Mott Ave., Waukegan, 111. 
 
 Landgren, Garrett M Meadowlands, Minn. 
 
 Landrieux, Alfred Westville, 111. 
 
 Lavaway, Edmund J Presque Isle, Maine 
 
 Leberman, Louis L 79 Abbott Ave, Waterbury, Conn. 
 
 Lebzelter, Paul H 330 E. New St., Lancaster, Pa. 
 
 Lee, Lindsev M Wimauma, Fla. 
 
 Leugers, John J 170 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
i62 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 LeGi-and, Alfred E 162 W. Newton St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Levey, Sol 264 E, Ferry Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
 
 Levy, Benjamin 296 E. Market St., Wilkes-Barre, Pa. 
 
 Lingbeck, Lyman Jeffers, Minn. 
 
 Long, John D Morgans-Mill, Texas. 
 
 Dremann, Gilbert H Princeton, Illinois. 
 
 Dunn, John F Cambridge, Mass. 
 
 Felger, Wm. L Albany, Ind. 
 
 Lowney, Joseph P 21 Beacon Ave., Providence, R. I. 
 
 Mareno, Elmer H 1426 E. Howard Ave., Biloxi, Miss. 
 
 Mathieson, John 724 Williams St., Trenton, N. J. 
 
 Mattson, Wm. B Montreal, Wis. 
 
 McCartney, Justin R 303 4th St., St. Clair, Mich. 
 
 McCarthy, Joseph E 30 E. Wildey St„ Tarrytown, N. Y. 
 
 McClure, Finis Winslow, Ind. 
 
 McClure, Wm. J 750 Campbell Ave., West Haven, Conn. 
 
 McCollum, Foris T. . Gatesville, Texas. 
 
 McClelland, James A Pelham, Georgia. 
 
 McBride, Roy D Beaumont, Texas. 
 
 McDonald, Richard P 1208 W. 8th St., Austin Texas. 
 
 Mero, Arthur East Grand Forks, Minn. 
 
 Meyer, Edward 2963 Fairbanks Ave., Cincinnati, Ohio. 
 
 Mihalek, Martin B 1710 S. 2nd St., St. Louis, Mo. 
 
 Mitchell, Homer B Durham, Cal. (Butte Co.). 
 
 Moore, Francis L Martinsville, Ind. 
 
 Morgan, James H 604 E. Fayette St., Syracuse, N. Y. 
 
 Muras, Frank J Halletsville, Texas. 
 
 Myrhvold, Robert J Chinook, Mont. 
 
 Nagy, Louis Monongahelia, Pa. 
 
 Nobles, James R 1130 W. 25th St., Oklahoma City, Okla. 
 
 Novak, Charles Carbonhill, Illinois. 
 
 Opperman, Walter W Piper City, 111. 
 
 Oprendek, Joseph S 101 Palisade Ave., Garfield, N. J. 
 
 Ortman, Frank B San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Peabody, Fred S 604 Essex St., Lynn, Mass. 
 
 Pierson, Wm. L Ranger, Texas. 
 
 Perry, Walter 277 Pequot Ave., New London, Conn. 
 
 Peterson, Chauncey A 225 W. 25th St., Duluth, Minn. 
 
 Pollex, Arthur E 3222 Armitage Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Pozzi, Nazare Toluca, 111. 
 
 Postma, Samuel 1137 Broadway Av., Grand Rapids, Mich. 
 
 Presson, Oscar 627 Teller Ave., Grand Junction. Colo. 
 
 Price, Myron H Liberty, Kansas. 
 
 Reillv, James T 669 Courtland Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Reynolds, Edward W Westfield, N. Y. 
 
 Rigdon, Bernard Westville, 111. 
 
 Rives, John R 422 W. Front St., Statesville, N. C. 
 
 Robbins, Donald S 424 E. Main St., Battle Creek, Mich. 
 
 Rogers, Robert R Nowata, Okla. 
 
 Meidinger, Albert .342 E.53rd St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 Milligan, Rich Lumberton, N. C. 
 
 Roth, Albert H Fairmont, 111. 
 
 Rue, Geo. F 423 W. 6th St., Sioux Falls, S. D. 
 
 Rumble, Andrew .■ 137 Scott St., Westville, 111. 
 
 Sanderson, Hugar B Ridgefarm, 111. 
 
 Sanderson, Jesse H 1022 S. Main St., Elkart, Ind. 
 
 Schleicher, Edward 128 Claremont Ave., Jersey City, N. J. 
 
 Schroeter, Mark L DeQueen, Ark 
 
 Sholes, Ernest T 1118 Montpelier St., Springfield, Mass. 
 
 Sides, Wm. F Thrall, Texas. 
 
 Simmons, Grover C Haskell, Texas. 
 
 Smith, Arthur E 254 16th St., Milwaukee, Wis. 
 
 Smith, Prescott W Danielson, Conn. 
 
 Sneed, Everett N Carrier Mills, 111. 
 
 Spauldlng, Bumie H Livingston, W. Va. 
 
 Spears, Thomas Bethpage, Tenn. 
 
 Speicher, Leo F 325 Phillips Ave., Carrick, Pa. 
 
 Sollars, Joseph E Gayuga, Ind. 
 
 Stafford, James H., Jr 126 West St.. Reading, Mass. 
 
 Staller, Clifford D Schuylkill Haven, Pa 
 
 Stawas, Stanley G 34 Indian Leap St., Indian Orchard, Mass, 
 
 Stefus, Steven Stamford, Conn. 
 
 Steinmetz, Urban L Tifiin, Ohio. ^ , . ^^ „ 
 
 Sullivan, Geo. G 49 Central Ave., Ossinmg, N. Y. 
 
 Surrette, Frank G Waltham, Mass. 
 
 Sweeney, Patrick J South Boston, Mass. 
 
 Thompson, Wilson L Lonoke, Ark. 
 
 Tibbott Edward W 15 Drummond Ave., Chevy Chase, D. C. 
 
 Vincent, Alfred T Plainfleld, Conn. 
 
 Vincent, Irwin S Topeka, Kans. 
 
 Vitt, Gustave A Fort Monroe, Va. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 163 
 
 Vitt, Walter A 145 N. Bllwood Av., Baltimore, Md. 
 
 Wachsberger, Sigmund Fort McKinley, Maine. 
 
 Wagner, Kay P Moulton, Texas. 
 
 Wallace, Orville E Walnut, 111. 
 
 Walpole, Lloyd P South Whitley, Ind. 
 
 Walrath, Jay B LaFargeville, N. Y. 
 
 Walters, Frank L Fairmont, 111. 
 
 Wilde, Henry A 4117 Annunciation St., New Orleans, La. 
 
 Wilkey, Leonard Chillicothe, 111. 
 
 Winterer, Chas. A 3429 Oregon Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 
 
 Winters, Frederick B 2605 Central Ave., Los Angeles, Cal. 
 
 Wolfensberger, Fred J 64 12th St., Norwich, Conn. 
 
 Wood, DeWitt 206 Highland Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
 
 Wright, Allen Dwight, 111. 
 
 Wright, French Oxford, Ala. 
 
 Zahradka, Francis X Granton, Wis. 
 
 Zeller, Rudolph 185 Lawrence St., Astoria, L. I., N. Y. 
 
 Zervas, Chas. M Peabody, Mass. 
 
 Unthank, Elzie R San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Oliver, Clarence M care of Great Northern Ry., Rugby, N. D. 
 
 Worrell, Glenn E Roberts, 111. 
 
 Weber, August 2827 Ave. P, Galveston, Texas. 
 
 Unthank, Elzie R Princeton, Ind. 
 
 Bridger, Carl W Captainl5 W. 22nd St., Savannah, Ga. 
 
 Farrar, Christy M 1st Lieut. 318 Granite Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. 
 
 Florence, Edwin 1st Lieut.161 Livingston Av., New Brunswick, N.J. 
 
 Greenwood, Donald B 1st Lieut. Hotel Ma.iestic, New York, N. Y. 
 
 Taylor, H Vincent 1st Lieut. Kemlworth, 111. 
 
 Barnett, James M 2nd Lieut.427 Boyd Ave., Baton Rouge, La. 
 
 Harvey, John A 2nd Lieut.580 Ocean Ave., New London, Conn. 
 
 Keyes, Clinton W 2nd Lieut. Monterey. Mass. 
 
 McDonald, Lester 2nd Lieut.420 4th St., Virginia, Minn. 
 
 Pierce, Harold L 2nfl Lieut.157 West Pasadena St., Pomana, Cal. 
 
 Spielman. .Jesse E 2nd Lieut. Gillette, Wyoming. 
 
 Weiser, Richard M 2nd Lieut.226 Pine St., Holyoke, Mass. 
 
 MEDICAL DETACHMENT 
 
 McDonald, B. L Major Washburn, Tenn. 
 
 Piper, E. D Lieut Jerome, Idaho. 
 
 Hall, Albert S Sergt. Ic Plainwell, Mich. 
 
 Griner, Alden S Sergeant New Salem, Ind. 
 
 Kennedy, Ray Sergeant 187 E. 7th St., Columbus, O. 
 
 Hinriehs, Prank C Private, Ic Rural Route No. 1, Springfield, IlL 
 
 Rowland, Marion W Private, Ic Pike County, Pittsfield, 111. 
 
 Huff, Earthy B Private, Ic R. R. No 1, Rockbridge, 111 
 
 Jamison, George Private, Ic R. R. No. 1, Waddy, Ky. 
 
 Kincannon, John P Private, Ic R. R. No. 1, Vienna, 111. 
 
 Kindred, Charles V Private, Ic R. R. No. 1, Winchester, Ky. 
 
 Hicks, Or\al E Private Ic Drake, 111. 
 
 Hood, Oscar W Private Ic Woodbine. Ky., R. R. No. 1. 
 
 Johnson, Clifford Private Ic Fieldon, 111., R. R. No. 3. 
 
 Jones, Sam Corporal 517 S. 19th St., Paducah, Ky. 
 
 Kitchen, Charles B Private 126th Collinsville Ave., East St. 
 
 St. Louis, 111. 
 Arendes, Paul Private 766 11 St., S. B. Washington, 
 
 D. C. 
 
 Heitz, Edward W Private 1902 Bank St., Louisville, Ky. 
 
 Jaynes, Pierce L Private Shinman, 111. 
 
 Jaynes, Paul L Private Shipman, 111. 
 
 Jones, Jasper N Private Gillespie, 111., Box 96. 
 
 Knox, John M Private 2906 College AYe., East St. Louis, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 Jarboe. Benedict J Private Calvary, Ky., Marion Co. 
 
 Kitchen, Charles E Private 126 Collinsville Ave., East St. 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 William, Mallen Private Carlock, 111., R. R. No. 1. 
 
 Jewell, Guy. Private Eden, K., Spencer Co. 
 
 Keown, Thomas E Private Kane, 111., R. R. No. 1. 
 
 Hogge, Grover C Private Cranston, Ky. 
 
 Johnson, John M Private 545 Eliott Ave., Springfield, 111. 
 
 King, Cyrus Private 2108 Grif fet Ave., Louisville, Ky. 
 
 Mason, Kenneth W Private 42 Mounjoy St., Portland, Maine. 
 
 Lewis, Edward Private 1050 4th St., Freedom, Pa. 
 
 Parris, Ray D Private Cedar Grove, Maine. 
 
 Mueller, Jacob J Private 29 Brill St., Newark, N. J. 
 
 Williams, Howard G Private Chickasha, Okla., R. R. No. 1. 
 
i64 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 THE BAND 
 
 Vitt, Gustave A 145 N. Ellwood Ave., Baltimore, Md. 
 
 Vitt, Walter 145 N. Ellwood Ave., Baltimore, Md. 
 
 Sholes, Ernest T Springfield, Mass. 
 
 Boudoin, Oliver Phoebus, Va. 
 
 Opperman, Walter Piper City, III. 
 
 Anderson, Harold B Cambridge, 111. 
 
 McBride, Roy D Care of Clairemont, Texas. ' 
 
 Steinmetz, Urban Tiffin, Ohio. 
 
 Unthauk, Elzie R San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Baker, Marwin P Grapevine, Texas. 
 
 Dewey, Roy R Cicero, Indiana. 
 
 Mitchell, Homer B Durham, Cal. 
 
 Ortman, Frank B 863 Waller St.. San Francisco, Cal. 
 
 Sollars, Joseph S Caynga, Ind. 
 
 Sweeney, Patrick Joseph 281 Broadway, S. Boston, Mass. 
 
 Andrews, Robert A Routa, Texas. 
 
 Dreman, Gilbert H Princeton, 111. 
 
 Beveridge, David, Jr Thurber, Texas. 
 
 Ainsworth, Harry G Kentland, Ind. 
 
 Nagy, Louis Monongahela, Pa. 
 
 Sanderson, Harold Band Corporal. 
 
 McBride, Roy D Band Corporal. 
 
 Steinmetz, Urban Band Corporal. 
 
 Nutbank, Elzie Band Corporal. 
 
 Baker, Marion P Musician Ic. 
 
 Dewey, Roy R Musician Ic. 
 
 Ortman, Frank B Musician 2c. 
 
 Sollars, Joseph Musician 2c. 
 
 Mitchell, Homer B Musician 2c. 
 
 Sweeney, Patrick J Musician 2c. 
 
 Andrews, Robert Musician 3c. 
 
 Dreman, Gilbert Musician 3c. 
 
 Ainsworth, Harry Musician 3c. 
 
 Nagu, Louis Musician 3c. 
 
 Beveridge, David Musician 3c. 
 
 Vitt, G. A Band Leader. 
 
 Vitt, Walter Assistant Band Leader. 
 
 Sholes, Ernest T Sergt. Bugler. 
 
 Boudoin, Oliver Band Sergt. 
 
 Opperman, Walter Band Sergt. 
 
 All hail the 47th, may they all live long and prosper. Nut sed. 
 
 ORDNANCE 
 
 Schoolfield, J. L 2nd Lieut. 
 
 Bauman, Walter F Private Ic 1316 Booth St., Milwaukee, Wis. 
 
 When St. Peter calls the roll he'll be missing. 
 
 Bernardain, Eugene Ord. Sergt 1245 Willoughby Ave., Brooklyn, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 "Hey, Goldie, remember in Rochester * * * *" 
 Blackwell, Clifford E Ord. Sergt Woodsville, N. J. 
 
 Desires furlough for 41 Model Ave. Period indefinite. 
 Day, James F Private Ic 24 Lemon St., Salem, Mass. 
 
 "I teach history, but make none." 
 Freeman, Benj. H Private Ic North Lewisburg, Ohio. 
 
 As honest as his head is bald. 
 Gajewski, Ernest A Private Norwalk, Wis. 
 
 He says nothing and does nothing. 
 Gunther, Clayton J Private Ic Warsau, Wis. 
 
 The man who lost his book. . , , .,, *, 
 
 (This book contamed the names of men he was going to kill — mostly 
 
 OflSCGPS ^ 
 
 Goldberg, Herman J Ord. Sergt 350 Madison Ave., Albany, N. Y. 
 
 "Ma Goldberg" — The man of many troubles. ,. „.. 
 
 Greenhorn, Fred J Ord. Corp 364 Bowen St., Oshkosh, Wis. 
 
 "Oshkosh by Gosh !" ^ , ,, »t -rr 
 
 Hanrahan, Geo. F Sergt 54 Mohawk St., Albany, N. Y. 
 
 An auto mechanic with no camouiiage. 
 HoUis, Knowlton L Ord. Corp. SuUigent, Ala. 
 
 A postmaster of Southern slang. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 165 
 
 Kelly, Anthony Sergt 413 Chester St., Peoria, 111. 
 
 "Peoria is my home." ^^. 
 
 Martin, Frank J Ord. Corp Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 As Slow as his speech. „„ ^..„ „•■ ^, , ^ ^ 
 
 Mertes, Robert G Private Ic 14 426 Clifton Rd., Cleveland, O. 
 
 My good nature prevents murders. 
 McCain, Wm. T Private Kemaltz, Okla. 
 
 Woolly from a wild and woolly country. 
 MacCoy, Jake B Private Valley, Wis. 
 
 Lost everything but his name. xrr ,, ., xxr Tr„ 
 
 Olson, Gustave A Private 78 28th St., Wellsburg, W. Va. 
 
 His hitch in the navy went for naught. ^ ,, j. r.j,;« 
 
 Ramsey, Peari B Private 309 E. 9th St., Wellston, Ohio. 
 
 The finl word in all arguments. rr„i„/,„ nhin 
 
 Rigby John Private 550 Wmthrop St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 Wounded in Camp Stuart putting out fire by hand. 
 Storey, John D Private Avon, Wis. 
 
 Catches every thing that comes along. ^ c,^ .-i i u r> 
 
 Sturtzer, Henry J. . . . . Private 620 Carpenter St., Columbus, O. 
 
 "To' kick is my greatest joy." rr„i„.i-, nhir. * 
 
 Seaman, Arnold G Sergt 746 Hawley St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 Some men are born sergeants, 
 
 some achieve a sergeancy, 
 
 Some have a sergeancy thrust upon them 
 Schmieder, Harry F Ord. Sergt ...... Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 He introduced the "Jelly Roll" in Ambar^ n p. n Na 4 Texas 
 
 Vaughan, Fletcher W Private. . ... .Wellmgton R. F D., No. 4, Texas. 
 
 "A box car window is good for more than to look through. 
 
 SUPPLY COMPANY 
 
 MrRride R W Captain 1704 Chicago Rd., Chicago Heights 
 
 Rea-an C^fS Lieut Macon, Mo. 
 
 Mitchell Ranald "S Lieut Hartford, Conn. 
 
 *'"A IDdward JJ.... Private 2049 Clifton Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
 The apple of 
 Amundson, Louis 
 
 Ahem, 
 
 SU,''lou?sh'^''.'. !''•.. Private ic 735 E. 16th St., Minneapolis, 
 
 Minn. 
 
 BencZ^oS'l '^*^' ''!'' ^^^e MapleviUe, R. 1. ^ 
 
 Bevins! H^wa%VG!'°'" Private 171 North Ave.. Bridgeport, Ct. 
 
 Brett^oriose?h.''"^'.^"'--P^-te lc...;..177 Church St., Lowell, Mass. 
 
 An orderly man who was always an orderly onincv HI 
 
 Buckner, Russell M Private Ic 934 N. 4th St., Quincj, in. 
 
 CrowirMle^aei:! .'^ '':^'fr^rivaTic 1^9^ J,-^^^- «*' ^-^^-*^'^' 
 
 Cabrrila^uS'/.^.'^.*:': Private 601 Main St., New London, Ct. 
 
 From steam-fitter to cook is a far cry. 
 
 Tin vfll Wilfred O Mechanic Grosvenorvale, Conn. 
 
 ?ossal' ^ter_. Private ^%J,'''^''^^ ^'^'•' Dorchester, 
 
 The Butcher Boy from Boston. _ ^ „ 
 
 Greene Clay D .... ."^ • - Sergt Dayton, Tenn. 
 
 He had beaucoup mademoiselles, 
 
 Gr,„rR^°.S''l.''!"?r.S?e lo,. . . . .31 Su».er S.. New L«,.d„„. Ct. 
 
 Gree;'." M«°' ""'!!''.?! .'.'ISMr^c.^'.^S^ Beertog Road, Mat.apan, Mass. 
 
 HartteirB'T!^»."°°:'.!?.°?"-.S™, TInjonvme. N. C. 
 
 Hartsell, Bruce Corp. . . . . .Lnionville, JN. u 
 
 H»sS;rmS'?>.'.'..'f'°."'p?°™.e' '":..«>. "h S., G„rg,..w,. lU. 
 
 Kno^f' jSV' ""^."."'."'.".MfSe.."" m N. etb St., Gadsden, Ala. 
 
 Ku.p™NVi£.^£'?'^.'..'".''s.?^'!''iLf.?T.™«|J. ms. Bt, Ap.. 53, New 
 
 Kuh;:''S?.e?..''^l"'.^.T..°pSe'?l'°:r2T7%' ^ St., Muncle, I„d. 
 
 He ruined his feet on brass rails. TacniiP St Ottawa 111 
 
 Larson. Andrew Private. . . . . .1508 Lasalle St., Ottawa, iii. 
 
 Tried to take his truck into a cafe (see poem). 
 
i66 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 McCarthy, Timothy .Private Ic 39 Railroad Ave., New Rochelle, 
 
 N. Y. 
 
 "$3 not $4 — that's my wage — I'm union." 
 McCay, Prank Private 123 Pinckney St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 A good friend and a good fighter. 
 Narrotte, John Toluca, III. 
 
 (Old reliable.) 
 
 "The pride of the Supply Compan 7 Taf t Ave., Stamford, Conn. 
 
 Marshall, Wm. J Cooky." 
 
 Ten dimes one dollar. First St., Baltic, Conn. 
 
 Mackay, Thomas Private 
 
 Price, John L Corp Brazil, Ind. 
 
 Silver threads among the gold. 
 Keek, Henry A Wagoner 125 School St., Norwich, Conn. 
 
 The three-wheel auto chauffeur. 
 
 Einehart, George H Cook 152 Willets Ave., New London, 
 
 Conn. 
 
 Cuss words never cooked oat meal. 
 
 Rivers, Williams Private Fitchville, Conn. 
 
 The Duke's rival. 
 
 Shade, Thomas Private 1441 Washington Bldg., Chicago, 
 
 111. 
 Goldswitch Private 1442 Berry St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 Heavenly twins far from heaven. 
 Stevens, Charles Private Secor, 111. 
 
 For details, see Soup Hound. 
 Stockton, Lester P Sergt. Maj 629 Valencia St. Los Angeles, Cal. 
 
 A barking dog never bites. 
 Sweeney, John J Private 68 Carver St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Decorated with the Croix de Guerre at the Battle of Cognac. 
 Valvada, Thomas Cook 5211 S. Wood St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 "By his fritters ye shall know him." 
 Wanders, Richard A Private 12 Sayward St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Wanders Wonders. 
 Workan, B^ank Private Clifton, 111. 
 
 "Whiskers." 
 
 Willcox, Frank Private 315 S. Prairie St., Bloomington, 
 
 111. 
 
 Always troubling trouble. 
 Carter, William T Sergt.-Major 36 Weber St., Portland, Maine. 
 
 His main line of talk is Maine. 
 Miller, Allen W Sergt. 314 E. 38th St., New York City. 
 
 A "soljer" with a sweetheart in every State. 
 Blatina, Mike Sergt 2320 AUen Ave., Niagara Falls, 
 
 "Pile the wood on the one side up." N. Y. 
 
 Taylor, Benj. A Sergt 76 Harbor Ave., Norwalk, Conn. 
 
 Moly Hoses, quit yer putchen. 
 Castetter, Harry Mech Grothersville, Ind. 
 
 "Pop" — just "Pop." 
 Sacco, John Mech 608 South St., Danville, 111. 
 
 "You Jack !" 
 Herard, Simeon Cook ...... River St., Baltic, Conn. 
 
 The M. P. dodger. 
 Dembler, John H Private Sylvan Grove, Kan. 
 
 "Keep the home fires burning." 
 Cresoek, Michael J Private Anita, Pa. 
 
 Mike, the strong man. 
 Johnson, Walter T Private 926 Western Ave., St. Paul, Minn. 
 
 The picture of ambition. 
 
 McEnrue, John J Private 9 Hamlet St., Dorchester, Mass. 
 
 Moon, Gerald L Private 528 W. Wiley St., Bluff ton, Ind. 
 
 He likes good wine and good measure. 
 
 Giovanni, Polo Private Tolusca, 111. 
 
 Szaf ranski, Andy J Corporal Lemont, 111. 
 
 Mahaffey, Harry R Private 1014 Dewey Ave., Newberry, Pa. 
 
 Broke again. 
 Markey, Walter L Corporal 21 Boyd Ave., Jersey City, N. J. 
 
 The Prince of Beaucoup Travailler. 
 Cloar, Harry W Private Troy, Tenn. 
 
 Gone but not forgotten. 
 Hamilton, Thomas P Private 1252 Broadbridge Ave., Stratford, 
 
 "Bridgeport — the finest city in the world." Conn. 
 
 Kessler, Henry Private Coal City, 111. 
 
 Another Key West product. 
 Manikas, Thomas A. Private 16 Forest St., Winthrop, Mass. 
 
 "And she called me Soldier Boy." 
 Sleman, Arthur W Cook 1306 St. Vincent St., La Salle, 111. 
 
 A biscuit baker of matchless fame. 
 Lutz, James Wagoner 501 S. First St., Princeton, 111. 
 
 Old John D. 
 Miller, Noah Sergeant 423 Morgan St., Bluflfton, Ind. 
 
 He has no friends — he's mess sergeant. 
 
STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 167 
 
 Adolphson, Alex Private, Ic Lacon, 111. 
 
 I drive a motorcycle and play checkers. 
 :Bemtsoii, Sigfried Private 2219 S. 59th St., Cicero, 111. 
 
 "Remember down in Key West." 
 Farley, Lyman L Private Hey worth. 111. 
 
 "I'm so glad my mother don't know where I am." 
 Dollbaum, Henry J Corporal 59 Elm St., Stonington, Conn. 
 
 When in doubt, dismiss the detail. 
 Baker, Franklin J Mech 5919 Tacoma St., W. Duluth, 
 
 "Get the ax and cut the cards." Minn. 
 
 Keene, Charles A Private, Ic Shipper Hill, Putnam, Conn. 
 
 Kiss me on the gold teeth. 
 Schweiger, William Private Holloway ville, 111. 
 
 "Let us labor for the Master from dawn till set of sun." 
 Saridas, Constantine Private 33 Albion St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 A' good worker. 
 Dafnoulelis, Nicholas V Private 64 Prentiss St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 "Black Jack." 
 
 "Wade, Joseph Private St. Peter's Orphanage, Memphis, 
 
 Tenn. "I am an old soldier." 
 Leamon, Thomas J Private 236 Geneva Ave., Dorchester,Mass. 
 
 "Why, those d — n frogs threw mud all over me." 
 McDermott, Michael Private 272 Eustis St., Roxbury, Mass. 
 
 A triple alliance — the Irish Navy, an Irish potato and Mac. 
 Shipman, Solomon Private 98 Wayland St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 Ship-man in name, but no sailor. 
 Salmon, Joseph A Private, Ic 137 Horace St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 The vest-pocket edition of Captain McBride. 
 .Sullivan, John M Private 103 Denver St., Bridgeport, Conn. 
 
 Mentally, John L. 
 Leary, Matthew B Private 160 Geneva Ave., Dorchester,Mass. 
 
 "Snap out of it." 
 .Johnson, Sigfried K Private 537 Michigan Ave., Muskegon, Mich. 
 
 "Captain, you're not mad at me, are you?" 
 Parent, Arthur A Private 129 Union Ave., Willimantic,Conn. 
 
 A first-class K. P. dishwasher. 
 Dowling, Augustine M Private 57 Willow St., Lawrence, Mass. 
 
 "Shorty." 
 Hawdon, John W Private 921 Livingston St., Streator, 111. 
 
 T^ "P Fir^t cl3.ss 
 
 ;Rothwell, Harry ' Private 341 E. Eagle St., E. Boston, Mass. 
 
 Wounded cutting frozen meat — Battle of Angouleme. 
 Varseille, Leroy T Private St. Anne, 111. 
 
 He won renown as an interpreter. 
 Vaughan, John Private 1447 Poplar St., Terre Haute, Ind. 
 
 "Tell them I died game." 
 Leach Marvin E Private 364 High St., Detroit, Mich. 
 
 "I have fought a good fight." 
 
 Some of our officers were assigned to special duty in 
 France, and do not appear in the roster. I am append- 
 ing a list of these, and shall be glad to assist any one who 
 desires to communicate with these officers. Granberg's 
 address was Rockford, Illinois. A fine tribute is paid 
 to him in the story of Battery C in this book. 
 
 The Director. 
 
 .^eedham, Frank 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Ayres, B. D 1st Lieut Battery B. 
 
 Seifert, E. R 1st Lieut Batttery C. 
 
 Mitchell, H. S 1st Lieut Medical Detachment. 
 
 Crocker, N. S 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Loomis, P. W 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Harlow, F. C 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Crews, L. R 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Carl, F. C 1st Lieut Headquarters Company. 
 
 Heller, 1 2nd Lieut... Headquarters Company. 
 
1 68 STORY OF THE FORTY-SEVENTH 
 
 3Ci)e Coasft arttUerp ^ong. 
 
 Tune of "One Keg of Beer for the Four of Us." 
 
 Enlisted in the army, turned down the Field, 
 Almost joined the Doughboys, I'm glad I didn't yield; 
 Assigned to the COAST, I'm happy as can be, 
 For I am a member of the C. A. C. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Roarious! Roarious! We'll make the Coast Artillery glorious^ 
 Load 'er up with shell, and we'll give the Kaiser HELL, 
 As we blast the bloody Germans out of France. 
 
 On to Eustis, then to France; 
 
 Limber up the big boys, we'll make the Boches dance. 
 
 We clear the way for our gallant Infantry, 
 
 For we are the big guns of the C. A. C. 
 
 Black Jack Pershing says, says he, 
 Send over the Big Boys of the Coast Artillery, 
 They'll drive a wedge through the line of the Huns, 
 So bring along the mortars and the twelve-inch guns. 
 
 Says Von Hindenburg to Kaiser Bill, 
 
 Damn that artillery, they never will be still ; 
 
 They're shooting like the devil and it's very plain to see 
 
 That we're up against the soldiers of the C. A. C. 
 
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