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Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1918-03-15
LIST OF EXAMINED
RESULTS OF MEDICAL EXAAuNA,
TON OF CLASS Al MEN
TO DATE

TO DATE
Following are the results thus "a
,iven out of the examination by th
ocal medical board Of men in Clas
III, which work is now under way:
Accepted
Ralph J. Bargabos.
Paul Miller.
Leo A. Cellar.
Sheldon E. Yoerg.
Mike Lucak.
Frank Beaumont.
Vincent Vondrasek. - =.
Joseph Sauer.
Frederick P. Valentine.
Charles w. Sprandel.
Berger Larson.
Lawrence Cimenski. =, -. g. =: ~; =;
Wenzel Kastonek.
Frank Olson. ::
Vince Ringwelski.
I. J. Walmark.
Daniel L. Woods. =
Herman Hoheisel. -" -.
John Maslowski.
George Block. :
Frank G. Posterick. -. T.:
John III. Ohotto. ..:.y ,.>
Vince Wick. ..:s, :
Peter Stiller. :...:
Andrew Yort. : :.
Peter Steinert. ~;
Florian Thomala.
Carl E. Sundborg. =:
Lee r. Shufelt
Samuel Rasmussen.
Sylvanus S. Raymond. :.
William Rafrensparger. -
Leeman Rundell.
Axel Okerman. -.
Albert T. Nelson. r.:
Alvin B. Nelson. -.
John L. F. Larson. -
Dave LaVoy. j. ~:
Edmund B. Larson.
Frank F. Kippley.
Carl Kaestner. o.; -: !; =;
Joseph M. Cellar.
Anton FLIP. :; -. : J.:
Nels Edstrom. -. !, p
Paul Deering. &
Fred Wittwer. -: =
Merle H. Wilson. y
Frank l.. Webster. ;: ..
Edgar Walter. j..
Frank Ritsko. 80
Clyde w. RolfersparCer. -;
Harry G. Johnsonr ::
Joel o. Johnson. ,;s
Louis Gross. w -;
Anton J. Bandura. >....,
Peter Bzdok.
Howard Barden.
Herman F. Crossdefd.
Ross E. Adkins. :."::f
Otto Anderson
Ivan o. Jorgenson.
John Bolagek. J.. I
JohnsP. Schackmaz. ::.
John Swedberg.
Charley Shipman.
Leo Waltman.
Donat Woyak.
Peter Dudolph.
Alex Rudeck.
Albert J. Olson.
John Ostrowski.
Oge L. Nelson.
Oscar N. Nelson.
Paul H. Nieman.
Edw. E. Mielke.
Joseph c. Murphy.
EdW. Mandry.
Frank j. Malerich.
Alfred Lilgreen
Eskil A. r. Johnson.
Erwin A. Kraus
Edw. Krych.
William Kelley.
Lawrence P. Gendron.
Elmer Field. =:
Frank x. Faust.
John B. Faust. -.
Francis A. Friend.
Hubert J. Bares.
John Asker.
Maurice Anderson: 49,
John Zelinski.
Emil Zimbrick.
Roman Yasgar.
Jake Tuzinski.
John M. Smith.
John Polinsky.
Henry Paulson.
Ben A. Oberlaender.
Samuel Olson.
Hubert Mueller.
Ralph J. Lynes.
IgnatZ Keller.
John L. Kerich. ::
William Joseph.
Peter r. johnson.
James Johnson.
Christ Jasperson.
Orval M. Halvorson. -
Clarence r. NJ Holn1etrom.
Arthur B. HoskinA
Harry Hayes. ~:
Linus Hagstron.
Ernest Foss.
Frank Foster. ::
BENJAMIN F. EckeHson.
John Eckman. =
George Chuba. Ill.,:
Clarence Coenen.
Ernest Benson.
John BartkoWitZ.
Anton w. Bloomgre0.
Bertrand Aicher.
Conrad F.. AltrichtoA
John N. Altenhofen.
Special Service
Paul Dombovy. u.;:.:.'.
Hugo B. Hunter.
Carl J. w. Trygstad.
Edward J. Trettel -.
Nels F. Larson.
Carl F. Kummert.
Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1918-03-15

Peter Bienek.
Matt Steinert.
John Swanson.
Constantine r. DroskoWsed.
Frank Stronck.
Gordon r. Wanda .::''
Simon Kedrowskk
George H. Johnson.
Max Ackerson.
Carl Anderson. .:',"",
John Witte. s''r.: =:
Aloysius p. Raster. *t:&.' -
Don F. Somers. =
Roy L. Grund. ..
Leo Tuzinski.
George Mason.
Peter H. Brinkman. -
Herbert A. Schneider.
Carl Johnson.
John v. Winterquist.
Anton Krenzer.
Nels M. Swanson.
Charles r. Rose.
Ne1s J. Anderson.
Monday, March 18
Joe Ginther.
Nick Otremba.
Frank Smuda.
John Jedlicki.
Albert Cichon.
Jacob Holm.
Joseph Flicker.
Arthur F. e. Franzen.
Bernhard Olson.
Conrad B. Johnson.
Alfred Glantz.
Otto Johnson.
Frank Banicki.
Andrew Rasinski.
F. J. O. Holmstrom.
Peter Doroff.
Henry Posch.
VIM. N. Muncy.
Mike Zormeier.
Otto Ladwig.
Anton F. Decker.
George Had.
Charles H. Voigts.
Leo Yanta. .....
Joseph P. Brausen. ,;... =
Frank J. Mischke.
John Peka. :*.
Peter J. Brausen. 80.
Leonard Trettel.
Vincent Waytashek. -:
Theodore Ginther. x ~..:.
William E. Blanchard.
Herman KatZ. .>:',z
Knute Carlson. 49,; =:
Gust Rueckert :.:.::>.::
John Tschida. ;.*H.-::, i,
Axel L. Waline: ;5: ~ :;,i:4
Michael Cichon.
Tuesday, March 10
Herman Bednar.
S. NJ. N. p. Madison. "a: =:
Charlie e. Larson. -. -: -,
Daniel Baxter. JH. i@- =.
Raymond Blaszak ~.
Otto Trettel.
Thomas Opatz. ~<:,:.>:.
Tedro Staples. 4:%.s -: q. e: ~: q
. Walter Cichon. r.
Peter G. Gau, Jr. :...:
John Bzdok. =. -:
Johannes Hedren. :.
Arthur w. Chaise. ~, :.:<-
Walter F. Hoeman.
Peter Polluck.
Stephen Marsolek. x;,:,:.
Ferdinand A. SchWanke. =
Clarence H. w. GivenA
Joseph A. Kurtz. SO,
Eugene Sweeney. r.:
Philip Sweeney. - e",-
Fred N. Olson.
Roy Grandberg: :: -
VIM. Zimmerman. 81" -.
John >Kullo.
Joe Jelinski.
Theodore Skreypek. -
Ludwig eau. .y.:... \
Carl J. DalQuist -
August Zilke. - ,s..*' !;
Gustav A. Peterson
Elmer B. Nelson.
Peter H. Bares.
Michael P. Meyers.
John Fuhrmann.
Willis Lattiner.
Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1918-03-15

The Lincoln benefit club win meet
at the school this afternoon at $3.50. 4
short program win be given.
Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1918-03-15
LISf02&A{EaAl$AILED MN
BY LOCAL BOARD FOE EXAAdINA.
TON ON MARCH 15, 16,
18 AND 10

Examination Of men in Glass Al is
occupying the time of the medical
board each day and probably will keep
them busy for another week or ten
days. The number Of men being called
each day for examination has been re-
duced as the board was unable to han.
die the large number that came each
day at first.
Following are the names Of those
called for examination today, tomor-
row, Monday and Tuesday.
Friday, March u
Leo Hovonietz.
Luigi Gerard.
Herbert H. Ogg.
Henry Kingen
John Bzdok.
Frank Sagorski
Charles H. Sanborn.
Edward Medved. 80.
Herbert B. Schwartz.
Clarence D. Bourke. -,
Joe Hotala. -.
Farlie r. Andrus. =.
A. Floyd Aicher.
Ernest Church.
Leo F. Virnig. .|...
Nels G. Oberg. -.
Clarence A. Borg.
Harry b. Munson.
John Gastecke.
Frank e. Kuhl.
John F. Hillmer.
Louis J. Larson.
Harry B. Logan. ">,'r
Markus p. Altenhofen.
Jacob j. Sypniewski
Stanislaus Zuraneski. .:-.,
George Swanson ...,
Art H. Post.
Conrad Sundstrom. -
Hiding S. Carlson.
Philip Hines.
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
WHY IS 1T?

That, just after you've got your quar-
tet we'll together, and practised every
noon right after mess time, and every
afternoon after stables or drill, and every
night after mess again, and everything is
all fixed for the battalion concert, at
least three of the four have to draw
guard on the night of the show, and the
musical number is all off?
That, just after you've got cigarette
all rolled, and have polled the entire sec
ton for a match, and finally got lighted
up and drawing, the Loot takes it into
his head to move you away from there by
hollering "Ten-shun'?
That, just after you've gotten on to the
dialect of the part of France you're in.
and can get along without having to re-
sort to the sign language like the Giants
outfield, they up and move you to some
other part of France where you've got
to begin all over again?
That, just after you've got things nice
ly balanced on your mess kit, and are
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
MOTHER MARES WELCOME

When the Huns broke into Mother
Marie's cottage, she was tending three
wounded French soldiers. The Huns
ordered her to get out.
"Will you take care of my poilus?" she
pleaded.
"No!"
"Then must" she insisted
She tended them three days and nights;
then the Huns put her under guard for
disobeying orders.
Last week she was repatriated. The
relatives of the men whose lives she had
helped to save met her at the station and
gave her royal welcome
She is going back in few days from
Paris TO her old home. When she gets
there she will find the house rebuilt and
refurnished, and notice about croir
de guerre on the parlor table
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
4
By and For
the Soldiers
of the A. E. f.
TRUE TO FORM

Freddy" says an infantryman who
knows him, "was the LATEST man ever
knew. When he was away on vacations
he'd take carbon paper along, so as to
make the same letter he sent to his fam
ily do for his girl as we'll. He used
trot for all his Latin in high school, and
always copied his algebra from some one
else He never took girl to dance
or anything; he was too lazy to go
around and fill up her dance order for
her, and rustic punch for her and her
mother. He just staged everything,
and bummed on us for dances.
"When war broke out and all the boys
in Billville were hustling around trying
to get into this and that, we didn't see
Freddy doinA blooming thing. They'll
call me when they want me- seemed to
be his way of looking at it, and nothing
we could tell him seemed to make any
difference He jeered at US of the local
militia company as we went hiking off
with our packs on None of that for
him!
'Finally we heard Freddy had disap
peared from town, and then we lost
track of him. He was, you see, too lazy
to write to anybody. But I've found out
that, as a general rule, it's lazy people
who take the most trouble. So it turned
out to be with him-but wait.
''The other day / ran plumb smack
into hinl--and would you believe it? He
was all dolled up in an aviator's uniform
wings over his breastbone and all the
rest-had his commission and every
thing He looked fit as a fiddle and
straight as ramrod. l just held my
sides and gasped.
Freddy / managed to say, when l
had gotten my breath. Freddy, how on
earth did you ever stir up the energy
to go through the training camp and
the flying work and all the drudgery Of
it to get where. you are now? How in
the name of time did you manage to
do it?'
"'Well' he ventured, in that same
lazy, matter of-course tone of his, after
seeing you doughboys hike off like that
when you left, said, mix on that prop
osition!" l simply had to get into
some branch of the service where
didn't have to walk"
"Can you beat it?'
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
MITHER, MA DEEAR

Ah'm thinkin' the NIGHT o'=ye, mither, ma
deear,
Ah'm thinkin' the NIGHT O. the glimmerin'
teer
That brichten'd yer cen as ye watch't me
depart,
An the sigh that well'd up frae yer sair
achin' heart
Ah'm thinkin' the nicht O. the days that
a game
When we wandered taegither adoon the
auld lane,
An kerkt tae the tinklin' bells O. the kline
An the voices O. TWILIGHT oh mither O.
mine!
All hae watch't the cauld yeear stealin'
over yer haid
All hae watch the gled bloom o. We wither
an fade;
An as each winter left it's white trace in
yer hair
Ye hae grown The mair deear tae me,
mither, sac fair.
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
THE ARlMY,S POETS

Oh, lang the cauld miles lie between us
the moo,
But ye ken Ah'm a-loein' We, tender an
true;
An the wing O. each breeze that blaws
over the sea
Bears aloft yer untirin' devotion tae me.
All, JOY yer nae heerin' the voice O. the
guns
Wha' hae n'er heart fer the mithers
O sons;
But All ken that there's niver a harm
can come neer
While yer prayers hover over me, mither,
ma deear
All watch the gowd sun till it's lingerin'
LIGHT
Haze fled frae the face o. the conouerin,
NIGHT;
An joy, as the shadows creep doom aboot
me,
Tae ken that this moment it's smilin'
on ye.
Oh, lang is the journey, but gledsome the
WaY
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
A FIELD NOTEBOOK

backing out of the line in good form with
both hands full, some boob has to go and
butt into you from behind, and make you
spill it all?
That, just after you've got pile of
papers from home of fairly recent vim
tage and read them, another pile, dated
lot earlier, comes along and you get all
balled up reading them and trying to re-
member which things come first:
That, just after you get settled for a
quiet evening Of letter writing, and hope
to heaven you're going to catch up with
'em all at last, you get the steer that
there's going to be an inspection the first
thing in the morning and have to spend
all your time fixing things up?
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21

To billet an entire battalion in the
limits of two farm courtyards means
cramped quarters. Everything that can
be made to pass for a shelter must be
pressed into service, and the result is
sometimes bizarre.
Our billeting officer stopped beside
big sheet iron cylinder that once had
been cistern, but now, discarded, was
lying in corner of the courtyard on its
side
cts WONDER" he observed sardoni-
cally, "that this neat little bombproof
wasn't put on our list 1t would furnish
cosey quarters for two, at least"
A head popped out of the open end of
the cistern and grinned:
"Already taken, sir"
The officer crouched down and looked
inside. The cylinder was, bedded with
straw, two blanket rolls were spread out
in inspection order and two walking
sticks, trench model stood by the door.
"Shades of Huckleberry Finn!" the Of
ficer cried. GIVE heard of living in
hogshead and a packing box, but never
before in cstern"
The company had stopped on the
march for a ten-minute rest in p small
town. A husky doughboy sat down on a
doorstep and eased off the weight of his
pack. A small boy passed, turned and
hesitated. An exchange of grins and the
youngster sidled over. In another minute
three or four other gamins were crowd
ing round
One particularly small fellow climbed
up on the doughboy's knees. Suddenly
the youngster reached up with both arms
and gave his burly American ally kiss
on the cheek.
The doughboy didn't seem to know
what to do. A mule skinner coarselv
guffawed. The small boy, not at all en-
barrassed, repeated the performance.
Again the driver guffawed, but this time
not so heartily. Then there was p
marked pause.
"Er-how does it feel, Bill?" the
mule skinner queried.
Darn good" came the CHEEKY answer.
I'm family man, you know
We were searching for the major. who
also was the schoolmaster Of the ,5cole
commun0lc. We went to the schoolhouse
first, though it was Sunday, on the
chance that he might be in the neighbcr-
hood.
We peeked in. A familiar figure-but
not that of the schoolmaster-sat at the
high pulpitlike desk. A ruddy face: a
large black cigar a-tilt; pencil flying
across sheets of copy paper, grinding out
an article for the Saturday Euenino
Post.
Yep, it was Col. Irwin Cobb, KY N. G.,
U. S. A.
Here's where l spend my Sundays"
ne observed. "If you want to find me on
week days keep on down the street to
where dog will run out and bite you.
Anyway, he bit me-
Everybody in this outfit wears a gold
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21

Everybody in this outfit wears gold
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
OUGHT TO BE VlVACIOUS

Our artillerymen always have nick
names for the guns they serve. The
French go US one better They have
names-formally painted on the gun bar
rels. One of the most highly descriptive
caught our eye on the road up to the
front the other day. 1t was chrstcned
"Gaby."
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
VARIETIES OF SLUM

Every one knows that there are at least
three different kinds of sum-the
watered kind, the more solid variety and
the occasional special sort that wears
pie crust. The Marines describe these
three types in sea lingo: "slum with the
tide in," "slum with the tide OUT and
"slum with an overcoat"
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
YOUR FOLKS WILL KNOW

When you get the Distinguished Ser
vice Cross, or any other military honor,
the folks at home will known all about it.
You can't hide it from them That is,
not if your division commander can help
it. There's an order that says he will,
when practicable, furnish G. H. @. with
the name and residence of the nearest
relative of the officer or man concerned,
every time he forwards the name of an
officer or man with recommendation
that he be decorated. This, says G. H. O.,
is in order that the relatives Of the per-
son to whom the award has been made
may be notified
Have you been growing about the
cooks and mess sergeant because your
coffee wasn't quite as sweet as you'd like
to have it? Then remember that if the
FOLKS back home are very, very lucky
they may be getting almost half as much
sugar as you are.
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21

All shall travel tae find ye, one happier
day;
An when war an it's folly a left fa'
benin,
Ye shall rest in the arms O me, mither
O mine.
JOHN FLETCHER HALL.
Sgt. - Inf, Acting Regimental Chaplain.
A LETTER
I'm just poor buck private,
And as lonesome as can be-
For / haven't received a letter from Her
For-well, seems a century,
AS l lie here a-thinkn' of her
Upon my bunk of straw,
With tin hat for a pillow,
And the wind a-cuttin raw
| wonder if she's forgotten me,
Her little soldier boy,
And why she doesn't write to me.
Sos to bring me pride and JOY
But I'll wait another week or two
Or maybe three or four
And trust to luck in the meantime
That III get a dozen or more
Pvt H. j. PAGEL, - Engineers
New-York tribune., 1918-07-21
The Official
Newspaper
of the A. E. r
FRAGMENTS FROM THE FRONT

stripe on his left arm, and goodlv np,,
Ter boast campaign badges in add;,;,.
So it occurred to an energetic corr,
spondent attached to the battal;on -
quest an interview with the ory,n;,s
TONS oldest veteran.
Sure" agreed the major. "but ,....
are certain difficulties. He's hard n !.
terview."
cav, 1 can make him talk" declared
the reporter. "Just lead me to bimn
The major got up and led the wav m.
into the courtyard and around to II.
stables.
Here he is," said the officer, grinn;no
He had stopped in front of an aged nule
His name is Peanuts He has servos
in Cuba, the Philippines, China, at Yer,
Cruz, on the Border, and in France r.
to it, young man"
But all that Peanuts would saw f.,
publication was, "He-haw. He-haw,.
The favorlte song of certain outfit NJ
machine gunners is to the tune of "a
Long, Long Trail" The chorus runs.
There's long, long trail a-windinp
Way out in No Mans Land in France
Where the shrapnel shells are BURSTING
And we must advance.
Therell be lots of drills and h;k;nc
Until our dreams all come true.
For we're going to show the Kaiser
What machine gun battalion can do
Five other verses in ballad form fol.
low, and then section seven advances and
delivers the coup de grace
Well, Kaiser, I'm through talking.
III give you one advice.
You had better chat with Sammy
And try to compromise.
For when we get good and started
You never can tell;
We're going to have your left ear.
Or chase you into ell.
We wereriding along wooded roadn
the major related. Il saw nv intelI.
gence officer intently studying the land
scape. That pleased me- I said to nv.
self, He's getting observant. III make
damn good soldier of him yet Then i.
occurred to me to check up on the facts.
so l asked him what he was thinking
about
He pointed up to the festoons of mis-.
tletoe that draped the road, and grinned,
Golly, he sighed, "if | onlv had nv
little Mary here in an old-fasbioned
country buggy"
The orderly saluted.
Sir" he reported, 'the rations ere
coming up the road, in charge of that
lassoon man."
"Who?"
Sergeant Lacrosaz, that lassoon
man."
A light dawned on the adjutant.
"You mean haison2"
Eyes, sir-LEE-AY- son. sir" he re.
peated painfully Its tough word,
Sir"
"Souuenir, m'siew! Bees-kvee, sil
cous plait.w
That is the cry along all the Paris,
Amiens march route, from the juvenile
population of France. 1t is plea for a
remembrance in the form of hardbread.
Young France loves these fiinty crackers
as passionately as an epicure loves
caviar. And, possibly, for the same rea-
son-it is an acquired taste for foreign
delicacy.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-07
STAYTON NEWS

Capital Journal Special Servic,e)
Stayton, Or. Aug. Mrs. Phoebe
Boyd, who has been visiting at A. Hill Is
has gone to Warrenton to visit rela-
tives.
Martin Berg returned to his work in
Portland ship yards.
Miss Minnie Kerber came up from
Portland Saturday and spent a few
days visiting relatives in Stayton.
Herbert Staab and Clarence English
are two boys next to leave from this
town to join the army. They will both
qualify in mechanical work.
Nicholas Geymer and family left Mon
day for Milwaukee, Ore, where Mr.. Gey-
mer has purchased a small ranch and
where they will make their home.
Miss Marie Henkle came down from
Redne Sunday for a visit with her mo-
yher near Kingston.
bliss Ina Harold, of Silverton, spent
Sunday with her parents near town.
Miss Bessie Bodine of Eugene was in
town the first of the week in the in
terests of the Giry's Summer college,
connected with the Bible school at Eu-.
gene.
II. l.. Bartlett and wife, of Chadron,
Neb., We're in town several days this
week. Mr.. Bartlett is an uncle of Mrs.
Paul Blakcly.
Saturday evening Mrs. c. E. Daugher-
ty entertained the little girls who belong
to the knitting class of the Red Cross.
Excellent refreshments were served and
the little folks had very pus-,.me
time.
Monday night the postoffiee at Red
ne, a small station ON the c. x L. rail.
7 'ad near Detroit, was broken into and
robbed. but little loot was secured. The
store in connection and the postoffice
are conducted by Miss Marie Henkle.
Mr. and Mrs. Dan Doll left Tuesday
for Portland, where Mrs. Doll
already has employment and Mr. Doll
has a position in sight.
The Scio milk condensery has INSTALL
ed an ice plant, and expects to furnish
ice to that town and surrounding terri
thy.
The dance given Friday night by the
Oregon Guard for the purpose of rails
ing money to buy flag, resulted in
their clearing very nearly $l0O. The
boys are well pleased with their success
ana expect to give another dance later,
TO purchase other necessaries.
Mrs. J. A Hendershott is visiting rela- !
lives near Salem
Geo A Smith and family left Tuesday
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-07
Ripping Rhymes
by Walt Mason
THE FLIES.
by Wall Mason

The pesky flies in endless herds have put me on the
blink cannot find the proper words to tell just what
think wonder if the swat crusade has thinned their
ranks at ALL wonder if it really paid to smash them on
the wall? For long sad years we've fought the flies in
every way knew we've soaked the butes between the
eyes, and poisoned quite few We've blown for swatters
hard earned mon that should have gone for pes and now
that all the toll is DONE have we hinned out the flies
We've caught them in patent cage we've crushed them
in their tracks, and often in seethng rage we've slain
them with We've sugged them on the cellar stairs
and on the pantry Shelves we've punished them with
clubs and chairs until sprained ourselves We have
beset the paths they trod with pitfa and with gn and
spread our tangeoot abroad rope the blamed things in
And was our labor thrown away our anguish all in vain?
The flies seem just as thick today as hopeessy insane
Around me countless egons rse and buzz and and
hum; counted nineteen million flies and still new egons
come And | suppose they'll still be thick until there
comes frost For SALE brand new swatting stick at
less than half its cost.