Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-05-10
The WAYS OF The GERMANS
Ohio Troops Catch On Without Loss
Of Time.
TIE FIGHTING GAME CONES EASY
They Have Experienced Every Trick
that Fritz Has to Spring and they
Feel Sure that they Have His Mum.


that Fritz Has to Spring and they
Feel Sure that they Have His Num-
Der.
(By Herbert CoreyJ
On the Ohio Front in France. March
22.-I.ast night Ohio troops left the
trenches. The Germans put on a
Paine's fireworks TO celebrate their
going. The men marched two miles
down the long. open hills through an
aisle OF flaming shell bursts.
I'VE are lucky men," said the
French officer in liaison. VERY lucky
men. For not a man has been hurt"
They came into the little village at
the foot of the hill with their heads
up. They had made good and they
knew il. They were tiVcd and ragged
and dirty-"rvc got little cootics
feeding on the big coOties now" said
one humorist--but they were full OF
pep. They began to hum that song
which begins with the name Ohio. and
contains a promise that when the
kaiser has been thoroughly licked
Wen buy n keg Of booze.
And well drink 1t till We wabblc in
our shoes.
And the fact that the village they
entered was being taken apart by
the German high explosives did not
bother them. They hummed cheerily
h.. do ~ hni lil
let's for the night and there some good
Samaritan found little beer for
them. and they tossed off their steam
ing packs and drank it and sang some
OF them that they belong to the best
battalion. in the best regiment. in the
best division. in what will he the best
army in the world. For two weeks
Jerry has been sending them his ex-
port products. and nc hasn't fcascd
them. They were a little nervous
when they went in. because this is a
new game to them. But not any more.
"Wc'vc got their number now" they
say.
ne colonel and Me-.
At later day the story of their
stay in the trenches will he told. One
might hint at it now--at the discom-
forts of our dugouts. and at the knee
deep mud that stands the year around
in one sector of the trench. and at
the vicious German professors who lie
in hiding. their eyes glued TO telc-
scope sights, to snipe unwary stran-
gers who look at the landscape over
the lip of a parapet. But today the
tale in hand is that of the getaway
After two weeks of real war the men
started on their way to rest.
In the battered little village at the
top of the hill the advanced post was
located. Thereabouts one walks cam
nily, one eye on the nearest dugout
and the right hand on the gas mask.
There was not an hour Of the two
weeks in which something unpleasant
did not drop there. In the battered 1T
tie village at the foot of the hill the
rcgimental headquarters had been cs-
tablished. 4 two-mile long open road
joined them. There wasn't cover for
a sparrow on that pike. At the crest
OF the hill camoufiage screens were
painstakingly hung up each night.
Next morning Jerry carefully shot
them down again.
The rest had already been with
drawn from the advanced area. The
headquarters staff had been sent away
from the battered little village at the
| foot Of the hill to establish new head
quarters elsewhere. When got
there Yesterday afternoon only Col.
u. W. Hough-hc was decorated with
the Croix d" Guerre today, and so the
censor will let me mention his name
was Mt headquarters. with his orderly
and the French officer in liaison. He
was waiting until he could formally
turn over his command of the sector
TO the French colonel who succeeded
him. The day before this little town
had been hammered with activity.
Americans were everywhere. cars
were back firing. mules were braying.
Today the colonel and the French cap
tain sat. chairs tipped back against
the wall in front Of the headquarters
building. Both were smoking. They
seemed glad to see us. Red" crooked
a finger at me and led me aside. Red"
is the orderly.
81 hope you've got a drop to drink
Mr.. Corey" said Red" disconsolatcly.
They're shelling hell out of the COL
onel and me-"
Over Dangerous Road.
The town was morbid and unwholc-
some in it's silence. | had lived there
for two weeks, and had made divers
visits to the dugout. but II had never
seemed so desperately unpleasant as
today. We left on the highest speed
OF which the car was capable over the
torn up roads. A crash heralded our
going. AS we looked back through the
window in the limousine end we saw
squirt of black smoke over the roof
tops. The two lonely men rose from
their chairs in front of headquarters
and started wearily toward the dugout
II was old to them. The dugout is
cold and damp and dark, and they had
told each other all their best stories
More crashes came. 4 single French
soldier appeared from where no one
knows, and ran across the street.
There were no more.
The long road up the hill toward
the advanced post was as naked as a
snake. Not only was there no shelter
on 1t. but 1t Is perhaps the only road
in France which is almost straight.
That has helped Jerry's target prac-
tice. Here and there dugouts have