The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1918-08-28
WOUNDED
SOLDIERS Die
Only One Out Of Every Hun
dred Fails 10 Recover,
BY Margaret Walter.

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LONDON-Of all the men who are
gassed, not more than one IN a hun
bred has the misfortune TO suffer per
manent injury, but once IN a while, IN
spite OF all the care and precautions.
the instant remedies and alterations
that are part OF the routine OF gas
treatment, a fellow just fails TO get
over il and serious consequences result.
Sammy was the hundredth man
You'd know I've was Sammy or Joey or
,Omcthing like that, because he's an
only child, no matter how you look al
him. Sammy began life as an orphan
then a nice lady, indeed she must be
ono Of the saints on this earth, being
childlcss, adopted him along with eight
other little fellows. She reared them
all SO well that every last one OF them
,ailed away 10 France when we came
into the war. Sammy was the young
est. a clerk in the biggest department
store Of the little town where they
lived. His mother never thought for a
minute that they would take Sammy,
he was so young and frail, but some
how he wriRglcd through and hr, too,
sailed away one day last May.
The Gas Attack.
His unit was fighting with the Eng
lish and Of course had its baptism OF
gas in the days routine. Sammy didn't
get hi, mask on quickly enough. He
thought he could fight right through
the gas and get him a bunch Of boches
he had picked out for himself across
No Mans Land.
That's the last he remembers, except
that he has been IN nine hospitals in
France and has finally turned up here
in London, where he was sent to get
built up, well fed on eggs, and fruit,
buildings and milk, and then be re-
turned to the mother who is still wait
mig for the first news Of her youngest
boy.
| didn't have Sammy's name on nv
hospital list somehow he had wrigglcd
into the hospital unannounced. and his
name wasn't sent 10 the Red Cross care
committee. ! was passing through his
ward looking for another American
among all the TommicS when a pair OF
burning black eyes looked through the
back of my head-you know how il is
Sometimes-and turned TO see Sammy
jolting himself up and down on his
spring cot.
Wants Papers From Home.
u shall get a temperature for this,
| know | shall but | won't he passed.
I'm a Yank, you bet, and | want some
OF those home papers you got under
your arm"
Before ! reached the foot Of his cot
Sammy had whiskcd out a little camp
chair from behind his locker and
spread it out so invitinCly that
/ Topped down. No matter If | had still
long lists OF names and miles of wards
yet unvisitcd, and time wa rushing on
to six, the closing hour at military hos
pitfalls. This boy just had to have his
way.
viii you please bring me some fresh
eggs and some Jelly, and you might put
IN a III sack of candy, too. | need
them in order TO get strong prick. I'm
lust crazy to get back to my company.
MY %company's the finest in the service
and they need me. | picked out a
bunch Of Huns | wanted to grab. they
was lerin at me that sassy an I've
gotta get back at EN-. You set down
here and listen to wot you've gotta do,
so as to help me get well quick"
Eyes BlaEing at Memory.
Sammy's eyes were blazing and
meekly took gut my pencil and pad
All he asked for was orange Jelly. fruit,
a homemade milk pudding. some but