Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-11-30

and France to-day, songs that
brough back memories of pre-
trench days and encouraged
thoughts of what we'll do after the
war; pumpkin and prune pies,
home-made candy. coffee as only
the doughboy can serve it-these
were the high spots of a remark
able evening, a night crowded with
the best things the One Hundred
and Twelfth orchestra could offer
and an occasion that surpassed any
other so far as the culinary aspect
was concerned.
THE boys want to make 1t plain
that it was held at Pat Doyle's
French mansion-but the house, in
fact. which has been n home of lux
ury for dozen of lads for the past
twelve days, in reality belongs to
one as much as to the other, and
when the orchestra came, with in
struments, traps and trappings, and
HontZ arrived on the scenes with
his pies and pastry, and Evan
Holmes stalked in with plates full
of homemade candy-the kind that
has made many a Halloween IN the
good old L. S. A. famous-well, say,
boy The doughboys who were
honor guests at this party were
happy-happy in spite of the fact
that long-range German guns, To-
Gated somewhere over there in the
Bois de -, wEe bang ng away,
scattering shots around the hills and
in the other section of the town.
And up here in the mansion the
orchestra was playing Ireland Must
Be Heaven while the Germans tried
to make it hell. Classic hits of 9TH
er days-naming them only adds to
tho kscn1ess Of the delight these
enjoyed-were on that re-
A,a arha ~ p4oS. am. The evening
opened with In San Domingo fol-
lowed by Down Honolulu Way and
then the orchestra struck up Sweet
Little Buttercup.' Candies flickered
from the hastily CONSTRUCTED chan
delier, and old, worn-out rugs, hung
up at the windows to screen the
light from watchful Hun aeroplanes,
added q luXurant aspect to the
scene. Old King Louis XVI in his
palmiest days couldn't have expert
enced more real delight than these
boys, who listened to the lifting,
swinging notes of Sweet Little But
tercups'-and each fellow secretly
wished that his best girl might be
on the spot at just that particular
time.
" uNh Tic DStIlu ItiyS
The evening went speedily.
Fatima cigarets, Melachrinos and
Lucky Strikes curled upward in
smoke as one selection after an
other signaled the passing of a re-
Teach Me to Smile 'How's Every
Little Thing in Dixie'-bringi ing
back memories of good old Camp
Hancock days and those. carefree
moments back home-vied with
Mr. jazz HIMSELF Partisan Max
ike, Liberty Bell and famous old
Joan of Arc for a place in the spot
light. Then the orchestra swung
into more thought producing, mem
ory-inviting, tantalizing whElw nd
dance mbers-'Wasn't 1t Ycster-
day. The Pennsylvania Volunteers
anu even Some Sunday Morning.
Each seemed better than its prede-
cessor, and the fast-accumulating
enthusiasm of the doughboys hard
ly knew any bounds.
During those famous old train
ing days at Hancock, when the boys
double-timed it out to the drill field,
the One Hundred and Twelfth Band
blared and blazed away with Some
Sunday Morning'-and so there was
more than pass.ng interest in the
playing -of this particular number.
Underneath the Stars (and it was
starry night outside at that.
Kangaroo Hop and, characters
tiLally, over the Top brought the
musical program to a successful
conclusion. Ii was only SIS then,
but the orchestra had been playing
away for two solid hours, feasting
on. the approciative applause and
encourage of delighted listen
ers. They could be described as
spectators, too-for the fellows
were looking on the bright side of
the war game, enjoying to the full