Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-08-21

cut.
At any rate. Capt. Terry had all his
men sitting around him yesterday GO
ing over the maps, which have been
made by his command, of the parts OF
the country hereabouts. Rumor has il
that Terry is looking for the wire
which is lying along the roadways.
Arouses War Correspondents.
Capt. Terry says he can esta blisr
| communication anywhere, any place
any time, and thereby nearly started a
war, for three near war correspond
ents pounce,l on him and begged him
to construct telegraph line to Fred
ericksburg, just twenty miles away
! Colonial Beach cannot boast of a tele-
| graph station, all kilograms going via
| Fredericksburg, being telephoned from
| here.
We are field company" said Terry
| That kind of work is for base line
| companies
| He no longer stops the newspaper
men to tell them how well his COM
| mand establishes and maintains lines
| OF communication.
| The proposition of horses for those
who are entitled to them has nearly re-
| suited in disrupting the entire encamp-
| ment. scared lot they are-the
horses, not the riders-and the adju-
tants. from the regimental adjutant
TO use slang expression.
AS bad as the horses are for military
purposes. the adjutants seem to have
gotten the worst all around. They
range from bucking steed afraid of
the movement of a leaf to the stub
born. balky kind that will not move
even when urged by squad or two
of soldiers who have no regard for the
safety first" slogan
Broncho Spills Officer.
Capt. Edwin W. Fullam, regime ntal
adjutant of the 3rd Infantry, had few
moments of unpleasant duty, when his
bucking broncho signified his disgust
at blasts from horn by throwing him
over head first, and then rolling over on
the officer. Capt. Fullam was not hurt.
Lieut.. Earl Smithson, adjutant of the
1st Battalion. has balky horse that
refuses to move under any circum-
stances, even when boosted by the
cheers from a large throng. waiting for
the dress parade. Lieut.. George A.
Monagon, adjutant of the I'd Battalion,
Ger could not blame the horse when the
former had to go through the dress
parade ceremonies dismounted Mona
CONS stirrup came off, and the horse
was sent off the field, for what's the
use OF having horse when you can
not urge him to do your will with the
aid of stirrup to guide a fairly good
dig from the spurs. Lieut.. Frank E.
Sharpless has horse, too, that was
somewhat afraid of the blast of a horn
and the beating of the bass drum But
Lieut.. Sharpless' horse did not do any
thing to mar the dress parade of the
Bird Battalion, which was the best of
the three that have been given SO far
during the encampment.
Every parade movement was car
ried out as if every man was moving
and working from the same controlling
force. The marching and alignment
were near about perfect, and the drill
in the manual of arms was passed
through by the 300 men as though by
one. When this battalion passed off
the parade ground it brought cheers
Maj. Alexander. Summers commands the
Sd Battalion, which consists of Com
pany / Capt, Clarence L. Adams; Com
pany K. Capt. Lucien B. Ernest: Com
pany L. Capt Alvin D. Hathaway, and
Company M, Capt Edward H. Brian.
Captain Cures Bucking steeds.
But. returning to the horses Capt.
Fullam was in a quandary for while.
wondering what he was going to do
with these horses He worried and
worried. boosted by the pleadings of
his battalion adjutants. Then there
came that bright idea which has made
parades a pleasure to be looked
forward to.
The band. one of the hardest worked
organizations in the camp, was ordered
out to the drill field. The horses of
the adJutants were mounted by the ad
Jutants. While the band played all of
sic. the horses were pranced right up
into the mouths of the loudest horns
and against the bass drum and in front
OF the cymbals They bucked and buck
81 and were spurred and spurred. until
after a few hours of work they were
compelled to get used to the music,
discovered that it was harmless, aside
from being trying to the ears, pranced
all around the band, and then gave up
the battle. They were cured
Colonial Beachs constable rushed into
camp some time after it was establish
ed, searched out the brigade headauar-
tiers and demanded the production of a
murderer supposed to be lurking there
abouts. Well, no one at Headquarters
knew OF the existence of such a person
in camp. but the constable was there
after him, followed by an open mouth
ed crowd ready and willing to assist
the conSta BILE in the enforcement of the
law.
Constable Hits the Trail.
The officers of the camp were willing
to assist in turning out any murderer
who might happen to be within the
camp confines. The investigation
started with all the military pomp due
it. augmented and assisted, too, by all
the dignity belonging to the constabu-
larry of this corporation.
Just about the time the investigators
got around to the quartermaster's tent
some one in the crowd yelled there
he Isl" The constable jumped and
made rather significant motion
toward a hip pocket. 1t was none
other than one of the now famous
Capt Bliss Musketeers,' John Carroll,
by name. and No l musketeer by
would not see one of his guards taken
unceremoniousiy out of the camp
grounds So the ceremony of inyesti-
cation proceeded right on the quar-
termaster'e property. 1t all happened
like this:
John, that is No. / John, for there
are three. had been telling a few of
the Inhabitants about the rules of the
camp. He told them that he had a
man in the guardhouse ready to be
shot for an infraction of the camp
rules. The rumor spread. The time
for the slaughter was officially set by
No. / for retreat" In the evening He
| said II was held at that time because
they could kill two birds with one
stone. They could fire the salute, and
| the same shell could kill the man. OF
course. he told them that the man was
| not worth wasting a whole shell on.
Tragic Drama Ends Happily.