Catoctin clarion., 1918-09-19
CooD old pep" never LEAVES
/ YOUR UNCLE SAMUEL'S FIGHTER
In the Battle Line or Lying Wounded in Hospital His Cne Cna'ac
terstc Is His Indomitabe spirt-|f There Is Yet an
American Who Does Not Hate the Hun He Should Hear
the Tales Of the Heroes Of Chaeau-1herry.


soldiers in French and American uni.
forms, according to Anton ZolnoWskl
of 2948 South Turner avenue, Chlcago.
eve saw ten men on the edge OF
little wood little distance away,
eight of them were In French uni
form and two in American. We yelled
to them to come over and join us.
They advanced a few PAGES and then
opened fire on u.s."
Zolnowski smiled rather unpleas-
antly as he patted a right arm tnat
bears machine-gun bullet.
"They didn't last long We made
one dash for them. Not one OF 'em
got away. They were Germans all
right. There was another group COM
ing up. got private and then the
officer in charge sailed into me. l
tried to shoot him with my rifle, but
1t was broken, ! got him all rlght'
though"
The Chicagoan seemed inclined to
end the conversation there.
"How'd you get him?" asked, after
a little pause.
"Just turned the butt end Of my gun
around and dubbed him over the head
with It," replied Zolnowski in the
most matter-of-fact tone.
When the Americans came back AT
them 1t didn't take long to clean every
German out of their territory, de-
clared Elmer Sturtz Of Wellsburg,
Pa. Before he got a Mauser ball In
his right shoulder Sturtz had the eX-
treme good fortune to see two pom
toon bridges the enemy had thrown
across the river DESTROYED by the ac-
curate fire of the American artillery.
Content to Be Going.
They were filled with Germans, too.
Some Of them were coming, but there
were others who seemed very content
to be going Two shells from Ameri-
can six-inchers lit squarely over the
bridges. There was a terrific report
followed by an inferno. Both bridges
crumbled in the middle. Both were
crowded beyond their limits. Bits OF
Germans came raining down for al
most three minutes, according to the
spectator, while from the rivers the
wild cries of the injured and drown
ing made q picture Sturtz will always
carry with him.
For few minutes the river was
literally choked with bodies. The
Germans were at last moving on
Paris, but In q way they had hardly
reckOned.
Between puffs Of cigarette, the
first he'd had in day. Frank Hogan
Of Galveston, Tex, confirmed Sturtz's
story of the wholesale drowning or
the enemy. The Texan was working
Stokes gun hundred feet from the
southern bank Of the river when the
first waves of field-green began to
cross.
"You can't say enough for those
artillery guys" he said, as he tried
to twist into as comfortable posi-
ton as a wounded thigh permits.
"Ten minutes after the orders had
been telephoned to the batteries they
had a perfect range on that river
While we were pouring bullets into
the Heines the guns got their num-
bers with both small and large
shells. At the spot where we were
stationed I reckon there must have
been about 5000 of the Fritzies
got across the river. They didn't all
20 back. In fact, I don't think there
were hardly any of that bunch that'l
90 back to Germany. We captured
over 1900 ourselves and killed easily
500. The rest were trying to beat 1t
back to the other side when our shells
hit their bridges"
Some sharpshooter.
A Pittsburgher, N. G. Rameno, who
was injured in the arm by a piece of
shrapnel, says there's one American
sharpshoOter that made record any
one might be proud Of during the
first of the mxup. While the German
engineers were trying to throw their
first pontoon bridges over he picked
off twenty-eight Of them with his
rifle. I couldn't get his name, but he
already wears a sharpshOoter's medal.
He deserves another.
Lots of soldiers believe in
"hunches."
James L. Paul Of No. 730 Spruce
street, Philadelphia, does and it's a
fortunate thing for him that he
played his. With a cOmrade Paul was
in dugout during a barrage. Shells
were landing all around. Finally one
blew In the entrance, so Paul decided
their dugout was becoming little too
warm. He waited for short lull in
the terrific firing and then darted for
another shelter. He had hot gotten
fifteen feet away from the dugout
when big one scored direct hit
on it. His companion was killed, but
Paul escaped with a wound from a
splinter that will keep him out Of &C.
fion for sayarol woeks