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Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
Mrs. Emma Adams

Mrs. Emma Adams died at her
home near Bellewood last Friday,
after a brief illness of pneumonia.
She was a christian woman, a mem
Der Of the Cumberland Presbyter-
ian church. She is survived by a
husband and two small children, a
father and several sisters. Funeral
services were conducted by her
pastor, the Rev. J.. E. Hicks.
Burial followed in Lavinia GENE.
terry. The death was sad blow
to the family, and the bereaved
family have the sympathy of many
friends.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
Bought Meat Market

j. H. Spencer and W. A. Noles
have purchased the meat market
from j. f. Nicely and taken charge.
They wish to say that they are anx-
ious for the trade of the town and
community, and will do all in their
power to deserve the patronage of
the public. The price of meat is
high. and in order to conduct a
successful business they will be
forced to collect each Monday
morning the amount of the pre-
vious weeks business, and that
will be their policy. These are
good men and we hope they will
make a success of the business.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
Corn Selling High

A special from Denver, in Hum
phreys county, says there were
ITO wagon loads of corn received
there one day last week and were
sold at $3.50 the barrel. The
special goes on to say that Hum
phreys county will sell from the
1917 crop about one million dol
lars worth of corn or something
like % per cent of taxable valua-
ton Of the personal and real estate
property of the county.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
mckenzie Election

The city election in Mckenzie
resulted in electing David Burk-
halter mayor, D. G. Mcclure, r.
J. Parnell and Tom Thomas alder
men. The follower members of
the board are G. NJ. Wrinkle, w.
L. Carroll and H. V. Granade.
The board elects recorder and
marshal. Mckenzie elects only
oue-half of its board every two
years, a most excellent plan.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
House Burned

]. R. Smith, of Christmasville,
lost his house by fire last week.
Most of the contents of the resi-
dence we're saved, but be lost bis
smokehouse and all his meat and
lard. The loss was a heavy one
to Mr.. Smith, who has the SYM
PATTY of bis neighbors.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08
mrs. flary Allen

Mrs. Mary Allen, wife of jim
Allen, died at her home west of
town, last Monday. She was rs
years old, and bad been in bad
health some time. The burial oc-
Cured at Liberty All Tuesday.
Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-03-08

Born last Sunday night to Mr.
and Mrs. w. A. Tucker a fine
daughter.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

conscientious DIRECTORS VIC reads about
in the papers, one O. those blighters
who don't believe in fightin. but is
willing to sit back in Blighty and. let
US blokes out here do your bloody
tightin' for you, while you gets a
blinkin' good screw (salary) sitting on
a high stool in some Office
ale turned to me and answcrcd:
It's the likes O. you who volunteered
for this war what keeps it goin'. If
you had all refused to 60 at first, there
wouldn't be any war;
81 couldn't see it his way at all, and
went right back at him with: Yes, and
if it wasn't for US volunteering the
bloody German flag would now be fly
ing over Buckingham Palace and King
George would be in the Tower Of Lon
DON
ale thought a minute or two and
well, what Of it; one flags
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
One Flags
Good as
Another

taxes SO he could bloomin' we'll sit
around doing nothing?'
"Ths was too much for me, that
blinkin' icllyfsh singing mud at our
King, so l lost my temper, and taking
my glass of vim rouge in my hand l
leaned over close to him and said:
When you mention the Kings name
it is customary to drink his health.
Perhaps he never did anything special
for me, but l have never done any
thing special for him, and even at that
I've done a damned sight more than
you have for him, so take this wine
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
Three Medals at twenty-five

10 have won the Distinguished Ser
vice Order, the Distinguished Conduc,
medal. the Military Cross before his
twcnty-sccon birthday is part of tho
unique war record Of Noel Brimsmc a d.
nc was born in Australia, and on the
outbreak Of the war enlisted in Eng
land as private in the Sd Kcntish
Regiment (Buffs), became flight com
nandcr in the Royal Naval Air Scr
vice, was smashed up i'm an air raid
IN Salonica, and being declared unfit
TOR further service resigned his com
mission and again went to tho front,
this time rcvcrting to the ranks AS Il
private, with battery of Canadian
artillery.
In spite Of his three years at tho
war he is still mere boy, his manner
is simple and unassuming, and his
story would probably never have been
told had not some returned officers Of
the {. L. J.. told Of tho young X-ofti -
cr-corporal private who was GONZALES
cling at the Grey Nunncry in Montreal
Brlmsmcad first went TO England
when he was eight, and received hi,
fourteen. When war broke out he was
eighteen and left for Franco in Au-
gust, 1914. serving with the First Army
Corps under General French.
Hrlmsmcad WAS taken prisoner at
Mons along with a covering party of
thirteen mcn. Eleven Wcrc shot i'm
ncdiately before his eyes, but Rrims-
mead and friend were taken away to
quiet spot back Of the German first
line. II sauccd German officer" he
says, land understood enough German
to know what our fate was going to be
killing would be too good for US, and
| made ZIP my mind ito escape il
could" Unfortunately his friend lost
his nerve and at the critical moment
vas too frightened to make a dash for
liberty. Taking his guards unawarcs
Brimsmead seized ono of their rifles,
shot the two officers, and as he cleared
the top of tho trench was sniped in the
finger by German, but managed to
reach a she'll hole, where he took
refuge till night, and then made his
way back to his own lines.
After this episode Rrimsmcad was
recommended for the H. c. NJ. and
commission, and returned to England
on leave.
While Commissioning in England he
got his hearts desire. a commission in
the r. n. a. S. In February, 1915. as
a sub lieutenant, he vas attached to
the Dover Patrol and took part in many
ralus Oh Oatcnd and ucligolsnd. A few
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

months later he was sent to Calipoli
where he fought many air battles.
Durlng an air raid OH the German for
tIflcatlons near the Isle of Imbros.
hrlmsmcad's brother, also in tho r. N.
A. s.. was shot down. The brothers
were lying near each other.
saw my brother fall" says Brims-
mead, but only thought of getting the
hun who had done it, and after an eight
nonr chase ! got him and two other
,'uns in the same fight. then re-
turned to lmbros, only to find that my
hrothcr had died an hour before ar
r'Ncd: Tho nurse in the hospital told
me mat his last words were. i know
Noel Will get him."
ms last adventure won for Young
bf'msmcad the d. $. 0. He was then
recalled to England, where, after a
Dr'cf stay of eight hours, he received
orders Tor Salonica, where he was pro
noted to first lieutenant for his sue
cess at ar raids. Another promotion
l"on came, tor IN ono raid Brimsmcad
brought down six Huns and some Rul-
CARS. He was made flight commando
ana was awarded the Military Cross.
but that was tho finale of his nvine
adventures. for he fell and was badly
smashed up, both legs and arms, six
ribs and his collar bone were broken
got my real blighty that time" he
says.
When sufficiently recovered FLIGHT
commander Rrimsmcad was summoned
to buckingham Palace and decorated
by the King with tho u. s. O. As tho
MEDICAL verdict was that Rrimsmead
WIS unft Tor moro Tying he was offer
ca position as instructor in the ROYAL
Naval A'r Service. But that was too
SOFT Job TO appeal TO him. so he re-
signed his commission and was pen
stoned off at s. week.
IN January. 1917. Brimsmcad camc IN
Ianada AUD III February enlisted with
INC '9th Battery, G. f.. f., going over
seas week later with the. first draft
BY April he was again in France. al.
tached to the trench mortar section
Two weeks later he was wounded at
Nlmy Ridge aud was invaded to Eng
land. arriving in Montreal in Dcccm-
bcr
Brim smcad keeps the piece Of shrap-
mel which WIS lodged in his back at
Vimy Ridge. 1t was carefully con
cealcd under his pillow with the pho
tograph of his dead brother and other
treasures. Brimsmead is one of four
brothers who have served with the
British forces. He is now waiting bis
discharge and intends, if possible. to
resume his aerial career.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
A German
Got Him
At Last

that l could see Watkins-blimc mo
he had no rifle or bayonct. 7 whis-
pered over to him, where's YOUR
rifle? He answered, 4 threw it away.'
Before | had time to reply the signal
to rush the German trench was given
and | lost sight of him.
1T was rough going in the German
trench and VIC had quite a little of
hand-to- hand fighting. Star shells were
going up all around US. One of
our blokcs in front Of me was lust
gong around the corner of traverse
when big German got him through
the throat with his bayonet and he
went down. Something sprang past ME
like a wildcat and closed with the
Fritz. They both went down together
Just then another German came at mo
from the entrance Of a dugout and
was busy managed to get him. Then
our lieutenant ana two men came around
ard gave the order to get back to
our trenches. The lieutenant stumbled
over the three bodies in front of u.s.
One OF them groaned. 1t was Watkins
al! right. Urarmcd he had sprung at
the German and with his bare hands
had chokcd him to death, but he had
nasty Jagged bayonct wound in his
right side. We managed to get him
back to our trenches, but he died on the
ircstep. Before cashng in he looked
up at the lieutenant and with a grin on
his face said: Tell the bloomin' King
and the top hats at home that 7 died
Tor England, and hope that, ike old
Smith. my nippcrs will be proud Of
their father. God save the King
and then he died.
I'VE buried him next morning. No.
my opinion of conscientious obicctors
and pacitlsts has not changed. They
arc either towards or pro- Germans.
You sec, Watkins wasn't either; he
was a soldier of the King, and
damned good one, too"
Copyright. 1918. Mcclure Newspaper syndic...)
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
Coming Through Under Fire-By Arthur Guy Emoev

up just because he had called him a
wh'te-livered coward.
watkins ducked twenty-one >days
NO. on the wheel, and when hisssen
tence was finished they transferred
him to a fighting unit, and bang! into
our platoon he comes.
MANY talk l had with him about
that pacifist stuff--hc hadn't changed
bit in his ideas-but he kept his
mouth shut about the King and the ton
hats at home.
"Thcn VIC went into the trenches. and
knew his finish was near. A firing
squad or rest in peace was to be his
lot. They all get ono or the other
sooner or later.
after two days in Fritz got rough
and opened up with a pretty stiff bonn
bardmcnt.
IVY atkins was in the fourth squad
III dugout in the support trench when
MIMIC registered direct hit on
the roof and caved her in. Every one
but Watkins was killed. How he cs-
capped was marvel. the rest of the
squad being smashed up something aw-
tul. We collected the pieces and buried
them tho next day. Watkins helped
dig the graves.
For two days Watkins scarcely
spoke word-just went around with
PARKWAY look on his face.
ION the third night after the burial
! volunteers were called for a bombing
raid, and I could scarcely believe my
cars when / heard that Watkins had
volunteered. 1t was the truth all right
he went along.
1--WE crawlcd out into No Mans Land
under cover Of our barragc and waited.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
He Was a
Professional
Pacihst

path that leads through the orchard
lust off the entrance of that big Il. e..
Royal Engincer) dugout; well, under
that cross rests blokc who back in
Blishty professcd to be pacifist. He
wouldn't bhnkin' we'll volunteer, not
likely; they had to draft him, an when
they cid he refused to fight, SO they
stuck him in the n. c. c. (Non Com
blatant Corps, and handed him pick
and shovel and put him to repairin'
roads and diggin' graves. Well. 1T
didn't take long before he was properly
led up with his job, and he threw down
The pick and shovel and grabbed up
rife an bayonet. Oh, yes, he clicked
it all right and went west. In fact,
ne was buried in one O the graves he
helped to dig. suppose some O. those
college officers called it the irony Of
fate or some other blinkin' high
sounding phrase, but we knows that it
was only common ordinary luck. cause
VIC all knows that if you're going to
get It, you'll get it, no matter if you're
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
About the
Top Hats
at Home

the war and voice their opinions about
the top hats at home. This blokc I'm
q talkin' about was the loudest of the
bunch; he seemed to have crouch on
everything in general. l listened to
him few minutes chucking his weight
about until it bloody we'll got on my
nerves. Chucking up MY game CT
house-and l had paid half franc for
my board tool leaned over to him and
said:
"'Iou must be one of those bloomin'
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
A Conscientious Director, Stung by
Death of His Comrades, Tackles the Hun
Alone in Bombing Raid and Finds
Hero Grave

gentlcman's son or bloomin' chin
ncy sweep.
"This blghter I'm talking about was
in my platoon when I was in 'C' Com
pany, an he used to give me the proper
pip with his arguments against fight
ing and the likes o that.
"'rhc first time met him was in st.
Armand; our bait was in the rest
billets awaitin' new draft before 60
ing up the line again. You see, VIC had
clicked it pretty rough at Fromclles,
an q platoon looked like blinkin'
squad when it lined up for parade. I
was playing house in that cstamnct
right across from that bashed-in church
came through and took over billcts
just opposite from the cstaminet
was sitting near a window and watched
them pass. A sorrier bunch of spcci-
mems OF men | never saw; it turned
my binkin' stomach to look at them,
what with their pasty faces, stopped
over shoulders and struggling gait.
Right then and there I admired the
Germans for their system Of universal
military training. If England had of
had little more of it, there never
would have been a war and right now
VIC would be in Blghty with our wives
and nppers, instead of sitting here in
these bloody bitches waitin' for shell
to come over with our name and num-
Der on it.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

and drink his health, or I'll dent that
nappcr of yours so you won't be able
to wear that hat of yours
"He got kind Of pale land answered:
Drink the Kings health, not likely.
It's through him and his bloody top
hats in Parliament that I'm out here.
Why in the blinking hell don't he do
his own fighting and let us poor blokcs
aonc?'
II saw red and was just going to hit
him, when big lrishman out of the
koyal Irish Rifles next to me grabs
the glass CT wine from my hand, and
looking the blighter in the face wells
at him:
"'Wcll, if the King amt done nothing
for you English, he's done less for us
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
ksVT7HAT do I think of blinkin'
w conscientious objcctor::" an

II u 4
w Conscientious objcctor:" an
swcred Ikey Honey from
tho corner Of the tire bay. "Wcll, what
with this bloomin' war on and blokcs
coin' vest by the thousands, paciiist
~ conscientious objector is one of two
things: he's either blinkin' coward or
a bloody pro-Gcrman. But it's funny
the way some O them blighters with
their West End ideas back in Blighty
changes their minds when they gets
out here in the mud and gets their
first glimpse Of a wooden cross. It's
either FIRM squad up against wall,
bloomin' Y. c. Victoria Crosse, or
rest in peace sign over their nappcrs
for them. A strange thing it is. but
rue, those blokcs never go through the
trenches in an ordinary way like we do;
it's case of extremes, no in-betwccn
stuff.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
"Aftcr the Labor

"Aftcr the Labor
B a t t a ! i o II took
over billcts sew
cral of them came
into the cstaminet
and sat at a table
near me. T h c y
Storted to 1;cc,,co
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17
He Fell
Over Like
a Log

day to get into Berlin with the Kings
forces. You won't drink his health:
we'll, you can bathc his health With
'hat nc threw the wine into the
hllghter's face and smashed him in
the nose with his fist The fellow went
over like log, with the Irishman still
asoin' Tor him. If VIC hadn't pulled
him Oft, think he would have killed
that conscientious objcctor. The mill
tary police came in to sec what all the
70" was about. I had clicked three
days {. 3. (conincd to barracks) and
u'dnt want to get arrested, so in the
CONFUSION | made tracks for my billet.
The next time met the blokc was
when We buried old Smith ont Of +bo
Iotn Platoon in the cemetery Of La
bassee He was one of the grave
d'ggcrs. All during the burial service
nc stood looking at the Union Jack
with a queer look on his face. When
ola Smith was lowered into the ground
and the dirt was thrown on him tho
CONSCIENTIOUS objcctor-W Watkins was
ms name-camc over to me and said:
! hca- he (pointing to old Smiths
grave Is forty eight year old and has
, n,: wife and three nippcrs back in
nlighty; nc was too old for the draft,
tccrcd' navy Nolu"-
81 answered: 'Of course he volun-
tteercd, and there he lies, dcadcr than
neil' but III wager quid his wife and
KIDS VIII be proud of him-and that,s
more than YOUR kids will be about Won,
rr, nc sneakcd off without answcrin~
a .t days later nearly dropped dead e, d
"hch our lance corporal came into
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

as good as an
other, and as for
the bloomin' King,
what did he ever
do for you but
make you pay
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

Irish, but ! volun-
teercd to come out
here for him, and
hero | am, and
glad Of it, too,
and hopes some
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

"NcXt time you're
on a burial party
take a look at the
third cross from
the left in the
fourth row as you
enter the cemetery.
Won know that
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

Watkins was next
to me. Suddenly Il
star she'll went up
and we crouched
down in its light.
l was laying so
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

fellow out Of the Non Combatant
Corps named Watkins had musscd him
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17

our billet with A
bloody nose and a
beautifully trim
med lamp. " hen I
asked him how he
got knocked about
he told nc that a
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-17


the disposal
to this to
choosing emaera rSprcc9
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-10-06


ated in a rolling valley, on the sides OF
which tho fields lay like bright patcn'
work quilt out in the sun to air. Blank u
entirely different from Blank. 1t Is older.
There are houses built out from under
caves in the hillsides, old houses that sui
smile, at you. Blank has historical m
terest.
Next We came to Blank, where he had
coffee that, Judging from its taste, must
have had historical interest too. -.
Dick Decides. So
As we passed village after village, sneh
delightful places rs Blank and Blank on
the River and Blank>on-the- Blank, Dick
was forced to readjust his opinion Oh
France.
"France is a wonderful land. never
thought much about it before 1t always
looked cold and green on the map"
Good Soldiers, Good, Goodp
It was at Blank, very real Blank, that
we met our first train load of wounded
soldiers coming back from the recent big
drive at the front. They were mostly
Frenchmen in the trains we met, and all
of them were eager to tell US how >bravely
the Americans went into a fight. The
Americans-"bo soldats, bon, bon, bon!
They always made it a point to say that
the Americans were better soldiers than
the English. ~
II was at this same Blank that our train
was held up seven hours or more to let
scores of other trains go by-Americans
going to the front. Americans going into
battle, Americans going here, Americans
going there until you became convinced
that France was fast becoming American
lied. @ a.. e..
And so it was that finally We arrived at
our present destination: Somewhere Else
in France. ...... "CHICK." e.,
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Letters of Private Charles Divine, Author
of CITY Ways and Company Streets"

eggs afterward. There was touch Of
poetry in that, now wasn't theree
A Night March. ~ :.
0N A Troop TRAIN SOMEWHERE
IN FRANCE.
Well, Bill, 1 have left Madame, with
her roses and marguerites, butter and
eggs and toothless smile. -
Do you remember how the "long watt
man, back in the old Sun office, used to
pack up his pencils and cigarettes at 3
A. NJ, put on his hat and start home
through the gray streets Of New York;
I did 1t myself, aud I often found fas-
cination in the strangeness of the city at
that unreal hour of the morning.
1t was at the same hour this morning,
A. NJ, that again packed up my pen
ellis and cigarettes. But / also packed up
a shelter tent half, pole and pins, couple
of blankets, bed sack, shoes and all my
other equipment, put on my hat and
started Off 1 left Somewhere In France
for Somewhere Else in France.
Ernie, the Educated Private; Dick, the
apple knocker, and all of us marched out
of camp while the night lay still over
hedge and road. l found the same fas-
cination in it that T used to find in going
home at that hour from THE SuN.
Trees by the roadside doomed vague,
with soft, pictorial beauty lent by the
darkness. Bushes tumblcd along the road
like black dwarfs playing leapfrog. Only
the white road Just ahead of us revealed
our path, along which we trudged silently,
though our hobnailed shoes crunehed as
loud as an army. Above our heads the
wind was turning somersaults IN the tree
tops and leaving a rollicking song behind
in the bending bOughs.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-10-06
Roses First.

The next afternoon | was lying in my
pup" tent when word came to ne:
''There's an old woman AT the road who
wants to give you 4 bouquet
"a bouquet >" l repeated, amazed. 7
fear l lapsed into colloquiI ar7nyisn.
Say, where do YOU &c! that stuff
"It's the truth. Go out and see" The
other man was in earnest. 'Shc said ii
was for the man of the grease
SO l went out 10 the road. and there.
sure enough, was Madame iuquiring
swiftly for the man OF the grease. When
she saw me size rose TO her feet, radiant.
'Bon jour, m'Sicu." Reaching behind
her she jcrked into view, as Il surprise, n
huge bunch OF rose, and margucrites, full
of the summers fragrance and beauty.
She fairly pushed them at me. Pour
vOrs. m sieu! Pour vous,'
She sat back and regarded my aston
ishment Then She revealed her prom
ised gift of butter and cggs-a neat jar
of butter and two fine fresh eggs. But the
roses bad come first, That's the impor-
tant thing. Bill; ru-cs first and butter and
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From Blank to Blank.

Dawn found us some miles away, at a
place Ill call Blank, where we boarded a
troop train, climbing into very decent
second class compartments. We we're
luckier than other troops, for many travel
i'll box cars.
At s A. NJ. the train left Blank. At
sol A. NJ. Dick discovered our Far had
a fiat wheel. At 500 Ernie opened a
package of hard biscuits, part of our
special rations for the trip. At SOB Dick
decided he had better write letter home.
"But there's nothing to write about
yetw protested the seven other men in the
compartment.
Il know it. I'm only writing on gen
cral principles. Every time my mother
reads in the papers that two Americans
have been killed, she thinks Tn both of
them"