Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-03-12

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opened and Old Pepper stood in the
doorway. With Il roar he shouted:
| Which one OF you is Cassell'
D--n me, get your heels together
when ] speak. Come in here
Cassell started to say. Yes sir
But Old Pepper roarcd, Shut up.
CasSell came out in five minutes
He said nothing but as he passed me
| ne put his tongue into his cheek and
winked. then. turning to the closed
door. he stuck his thumb TO his nose
and left.
Then the sergeant majors turn
came. He didn't come out our way
Judging by the roaring, Old Pepper
must have eaten him.
When the door opened and the gen.
eral beckoned TO me. my knees started
to play Home, Sweet Home against
each other.
My interview was very short.
"Old Pepper glared at me when
entered. and then let loose.
"'Of course you don't know anything
about 1t. You're just like the rest
Ought to have a nursing bottle around
your neck and nipple in your teeth
Soldicrs-by CAD, YOU turn my stom-
ach TO look at you. Win this war
when England sends out such samples
as ] have in my brigade. Not likely!
Now. sir tell me what you don't know
about this affair. Speak up, out with
IL. Don't bc gaping al me like a fish
Spit it out
81 stamm.rcd. Sir. | know absolute
~ nothing
That's easy TO see he roared 4:
that stupid face tells me that. Shut
up. Get out. but | think YOU are a
ID liar lust the same. Back Il
vour botte,y'
81 s,Int.L and mad. my exit
"Thot nipbt th. ran,oin sent for us
With fear and trembling we went 10
his dugout. He was alone. After sa
lutine we stood at attention in front
of him and waited. His say was short
Don't you two ever get 1t into your
heads that Morse Is a dead language
I've known it for years. The two OF
you had better get rid of that nervous
habit of tapping transmittrrs: it's dan
gcrous. That's ALL
we salutcd. and were inst going out
the door of the ducout when the cap
tbin called us back and said:
"'Smokc Golddakcso Yes? Well
fhere orc two tins of them ON nv table
Go hack 10 the battery. and keep yo,ii
tongues between your teeth. Under
stand?
I'VE understood.
For five weeks afterwards our bat
terry did nothing but extra fatigues
We were satisfied and so we're the
men. II was worth it to put one over
on Old Pepper, to say nothing of the
injury caused to FritZ's feelings"
When Wilson had finished his story
looked up and the dugout was
iammcd. An artillery CAPTAIN and two
officers mad also entered and stayed
for the finish. Wilson spat out ar
enormous Quid OF tobacco, looked up
saw the captain. and got as red rs q
carnation. The captain smiled and
left. Wilson whispered TO me:
Blame me. fank. ] see where ] click
for cruciiiXion. That captain Is tht
same one that chuckcd MS Goldtiakes
in his dugout and here ! have been
'chucking me weight about in his
hearing
Wilson never clicked his crucifiXion
Quite n contrast to Wilson was an
other character in our brigade named
Scott: we called him "Old Scotty" or
account of his age. He was fifty seven
although looking forty. "Old Scotty'
had been born In the northwest and
had served iu the Northwest Mounted
Eolicc. He was a typical cuwpunchel
ind Indian fighter and was a dead sho'
,};th. the rife, and took no pains tc
!toG,ise this fact from us. He used tt
s.,c..es NJ, rife as i Earn
baby. In his spare moments you coult
always see him cleaning 1t or polish
ing the stock. Woe betide the mar
who by mistake happened to get hold
OF this rife: nc soon found out his
| L.,
and IL was amusing at parade to watc!
him In the manual of arms, slyly
pIoncinp out of the corner of his eye
M The man next TO him to see wha
The order was. How he passed the
doctor was a mystery to us: he mus
nov. l,ursod bis woy through. because
ha corto;nlv wos inden.ndent. Beside
III, ,hn Ec,,,,h of Irlv looked lik,
Good Eridav He wore nj the time 6
large somhrcro, had a Mexican stoci
saddle over his shoulder. Il lariat or
| his arm. and n "forty-fivc" hanging
from his hin. Dumping this parapher-
MALTA on the floor he went up TO the
recruiting officer and shouted: I'm
from America, west OF the Rockies
and want to join your Id army
rye got no use for q Germany and car
shoot some. At Scotland Yard the,
turned me down. said | was deaf ant
so | am don't banker TO ship in with
n id mud crunching outfit, but the
coyalry's fun. so I guess this rcgi.
ment's better than none, so trot ou
YOUR papers and I'll sign EN-" He told
them he was forty and slipped by.
vas on recruiting service at the time
he applied for enlistment.
II was Old Scotty's great ambition
10 be a sniper or body snatcher," as
Mr. Atkins calls It. The day that hi
was detailed as brigade sniper he cele'
brated his appointment by blowing tn,
whole platoon to fags.
Being a Yank, Old Scotty took lik
ing 10 me and used to spin some grcat
wards about the plains. and the whole
platoon would drink these in and ash
pared with him.
The ex-plainslnan ana aiscipiili' ~,
Hn, i;Ia1 him HU eWen sIi r. be % was hard TO man.
age, so when he was detailed as {