The Garland City globe. (Garland, Utah) 191?-1925, 1918-12-21

ships compan- to report progress as
to what they have done for the Christ
| mas feed which is 90 be held tomor-
row at eight bells. Yank, let's hear
| yours"
/ reported one dozen eggs, two bot
ties of white wine, one bottle OF red
wine, eight packets of Gold Flake
"fags" (clgarettes). and one quart
bottle of champagne, which had cost
me FIVE francs at n French estaminet.
This report was received with a
cheer. "Ikey" Honey was next In
order. He proudly stated that he had
saved his rum issue for the last
eleven days, and consequently was
able to dJlpte to the feast his water
bottle three.fourths full Of rum. This
would help out In making brandy sauce
for the plum pudding. Sailor Bill In
formed that he had fruit cake, q
bottle of picked walnuts, and two
tins of devilcd ham which had been
sent out to him from London. Each
man had something to report. / care
fully made list of the articles OPP
posite the name Of the person donat-
ing them, and turned the list over to
Eli. who was to act as cook on the
following day.
Just then Lance Corporal Hall came
INTO the dugout, and warming his
hands over the fire bucket, said:
"If you blolics want TO hear some
thing that will take you home to
Bllghty. come up into the fire trench
n minute"
None of us moved. That fire buck
ct was too comfortable. After much
conxlng Sailor Bill. key Honey and
myself followed Hall out of the dug
out and up into the fire trench. A
dend silence reigned. and we started
TO return. Hall Blocked our way, and
t. whispered:
YJust n minute. boys, and listen"
Pretty soon, from the darkness out
in front, VIC heard the strains of Il
German cornet playing ats Long.
Long Trail We're Winding" We
stood entruncod till the last note died
out. After about four or five-min-
ute wait the strains OF ''The Suwanee
River" were waited ncross No Mans
Land toward us. felt lonely and
homeslck.
Out OF the darkness from the fire
bay on our left u Welsh voice started
singing TITS n Long, Long Trail" II
was beautiful. The German cornet
player must have heard IL. because he
picked up the tune and accompanied
| the singer on his cornet. Ind never
heard anything so beautiful In my life
before. The music from the German
trench suddenly ceased. and In the air
overhead came the sharp craclS'
crack Of machine gun bullets. as
some Boche gunner butted In on the
concert. We duckcd and returned TO
our dugout.
The men were all tired out. and
soon rasplng snores could be heard
from under the cover OF blankets and
overcoats.
The next day was Christmas. and
we eagerly awaited the mail, which
was TO be brought mp by the ration
party at noon.
Not snot or shell had been fired
all morning. The sun had come out
and, although the trenches We're slip
perry with mud, still II was warm, and
we felt the Christmas spirit running
through our veins. We all turned In
and cleaned up the dugout. Making
renectors out OF ammunition tins
sticking them Into the walls OF the
dugout, we placed lighted candle
Oh each. the rays from which turned
night into day.
Bill was hustling about preparing
the Christmas spread. He placed
waterproof sheet on the floor, and add
ing three blankets he spread another
waterproof sheet over the top for
table cloth. and arranged the mems
packs around the edges for chairs.
= Presently the elcome voice OF oul
sergeant came from the entrance o.
the dugout:
"Come on, me lads. lend a hant
with the mall"
There was a mad rush for the en-
trance. In a couple of minutes or 50
the boys returned, staggering under
load of parcels. As each name wni
read of. n parcel would be thrown
over to the expectnnt Tommy. M!
heart WAS beating with eagerness al