The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1918-02-28

WER The TOP WITH TIT
| BEST OF LUCK AND.
/ GIVE THEM HE'LL. ? :.
This is the British Soldier.
War Cry as he Goes Ove1
the Top OF, the Trench to
Charge--This Great Stor,
rOver the Top" Begins
Today in The Review.
The Review begins the publica.
ti0n of Over the Top, the great
wac story, by Arthur Guy Empey
ltlle American boy who got into the
I war two years ahead of his country.
For a year and q half, until he. fell
desperately wounded in. No Man. s
1 and, this American, battling at the
side of the British Tomtnies, saw
more actual fighting and real war
fare than any war correspondent,
and more, probably, than any other
man who has written about the war.
His experiences ale grim, but they
are thrilling ar d their recital is light:
ehed by a touch of humor-the
same humor that has enabled this
boy to pass through the scorchine
fires of war and come out, wounded
id body but sound and sunny in
spirit
With all its dramatic moments,
Over the Top is not recital only
OF the horrors and the perils of mod
ern war. In brief, there are &C.
counts of the fun and the comfade
ship of the trenches There are COM
EpeDsations for the hardships aud the
dangers that the soldiers are forced
to face and these are described by
Fdnpey in a most interesting way.
s Re story is a startling mixture of
m, chine and shadow anG, strange
MS, ali may seem, the sudshine pre-
e F. mates. i,
Aff1e story also is full of informa-
h. in that is of practical value and
SVefy great interest to all Americans
right now. One reads in "Over the
Top how bombs are made and
thrown, how trenches are dug and
consolidated, how barb wire is used
to ensnare the charging enemy, how
machine guns are operated, how the
fighting men are fed and clothed,
how the soldiers occupy their time
when not engaged in actual fight
ing
A "WHIzz-BANG' FROM EMPEY's STORY
What is war? War is smashing
the enemy, killing them, destroying
them, wiping them out.
In a few months long casualty
lists will appear in the newspapers
and in front of newspaper offices.
Names of dear ones will constantly
appear in these lists under the cap
tions: Killed, Wounded, Missing.
We will read a name in these
lists and then in imagination, will
cross the Atlantic and see what it
means.
I'VE are in France. 1t is night.
We come to ruined shell destroyed
village. In the red glare of burst.
ing German shell we see piles of
broken bricks and stones, shattered
walls and streets choked with scat
tered debris
I'VE pass into a field dotted with
she'll holes and huge piles of tossed
up earth.
Another shell bursts and in its
blood red light we see a dark, strange
looking object in front of us. 1t is
an artillery Timber and gun, de-
molished by a shell. Dead men and
horses are lying around it. What is
that shapeless object huddled against
the hub of that spoke)ess wheel? 1t
is the mangled body of one of our
boys, one of our Sammies, perhaps
our father, our husband, our brother,
our sweetheart. He is in the uni
form of Uncle Sam. His name we
read in the casualty list.
Americans, if you want these
casualty LISTS to lengthen day after
day, week after week, month after
month. year after year, just sit ia
idlenass.
But if you want to shorten them
and see Sammy come marching
home with a German helmet on his
bayonet, and Me und Gott' by the
scruff of the neck. get out and do
your bit, and DO IT NOW"
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