The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1918-10-08

| ''Kalntuckee," and he had just gore
into line with his company when tie
ball opened. The barrage got him, but
didn't put him out. A little later,
when the Germans came over to see
about it, Baker was still on the job,
working his gun for all he was worth.
When the Americans had to go back
Baker was so exhausted he could:S't
retire. His comrades picked him up
and carried him. )
They Didn't Last Long.
sHeinie'' tried out one Of his favor
lite stunts Of dressing up some Of his
soldiers in French and American upi-
forms, according to Anton Zolnewsii
of 2S48 South Turner avenue, Chicago.
"We saw ten men on the edge of q
little wood "a little distance away,
eight of them were in French uni
form and two in American. We yelled
to them to come over and join rs.
They advanced few PAGES and then
opened fire on us"
| ( Zolnowski smiled rather unpIeas-
antIy as he patted a right arm that
bears machine-gun bullet.
s'They didn't last long We maze
one dash for them. Not one of 'em
got away. They were Germans all
right. There was another group CONF
ing up. got private and then the
officer in charge sailed into ME. r
tried to shoot him with my rife. bit
il was broken. I got him all right,
though"
The Chicagoan seemed inclined TO
end the conversation there
"How'd you get him?" asked, after
little pause.
"Just turned the butt end of my gun
around and dubbed him over the head
with it," replied Zolnowski in the
most nlatter-of-fact tone.
When the Americans came back at
them it didn't take long to clean every
German out Of their territory, de-
clared Elmer Sturtz of Wellsburg,
Pa. Before he got 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 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 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 picture Sturtz will always
carry with him.
For a few minutes the river was
literally choked with bodies. The
Germans were at last moving on
Paris, but in way they had hardly
reckoned.
Between puffs Of cigarette, the
first he'd had in a day, Frank Hogan
of Galveston, Tex, confirmed Sturtz's
story of the wholesale drowning of
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 a posi-
ton as wounded thigh permits.
| s"Ten minutes after the orders had
been telephoned to the batteries they
had perfect range on that river.
While we were pouring bullets into
the Heinies the guns got their num-
/ bers with both small and large
shells. At the spot where we were:
/ stationed | reckon there must have
been about 5000 of the Fritzies
got across the river. They didn't all
go back. In fact, 1 don't think there
were hardly any of that bunch that'll
go back to Germany. We captured
over 800 ourselves and killed easily
500. The rest were trying to beat it
fback to the other side when our shells
hit their bridges -
Some Sharpshooter.
! A Pittsburgher, N. G. Rameno. who
was injured in the arm by piece of
shrapnel, says. there's one American
sharpshooter that made record any
one might be proud Of during the
first of the miXup. While the German
engineers were trying to throw their
first p0ntoon bridges over he picked
off twenty-eight of them with his.
rifle. l couldn't get his name, but he
already wears a sharpshooter's medal
He deserves another.
I Lots of soldiers believe in
lunches" t3il
| James l.. Paul of No. 730 Spruce
street, Philadelphia. does, and it's q
fortunate thing for him that he
played his. With a comrade Paul was
in a dugout during barrage. Shells
were landing oil around. Finally one
blew in the entrance, so Paul decided
their dugout was becoming a little too
warm. He waited for a short lulI in
the terrific firing and then darted for
| another shelter. He had not gotten
fifteen feet away from the dugout
when q big one scored direct hit
on il. His companion was killed. but
Paul escaped with a wound from a