Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-10-23

mile front the regiment covered. On
. the other side machine guns, screened
by the willows Of the banks. were
popping. They were set almost at a
let's sometimes glanced against its
surface. dull under the sunless sky.
Come on you" said Henry Grave
They could not do it. The water
Missed under the bullets, and the men
pulled .ha s. back and dug in. stolidiy. on
tank. It came rafting and iurchine
up and searched the opposite bank
for the machine guns. Their bullets
richocheted from its turret. The tank
the boche had been fighting this dew,
ilish contraptfon Capt. Henry Grave
and some of his men had worked theiE
way down the river and up the river
and add through the river: neck deg:
Some of the Germans were brave
and died at their guns. For the most
part they ran. The little. comic, ugly
ngures IN gray-green, runAtng with
hands Topping across the wet fields
The old-timers hurried after them
pausing now and then to soothe q
rifle butt against a wet cheek and
fire. They came across an unexpected
machine gun nest in the open field
Lieut.. Walter Christensen ran at it
from the side. waving his pistol. The
Germans surrendered and begged
Then Christensen reloaded his pistol
in their presence. Before the capture
his gun was quite empty.
There was line Of bushes which
might shelter battery position on
ahead, and Lieut.. Edwin Shoemaker
of Lancaster rushed through it. The
crew of two German guns-150 in
caliber-were busy at their pieces.
they surrendered, and the guns are
his. Corp. Sensabaugh of Crestline
thought he saw furtive figure crawl
ing behind a rise of ground. He ran
it down a hole, as one might run a
saw white patch. It was the face
of the German on his way to a deeper
compartment of the dugout.
Taking Nine Prisoners.
"Come on, you!" said Sensabaugh.
And nine Germans meekly climbed
out, hands high, and smiling at their
captors. Lieut.. o. I. Bandeen of Bowl
Company was held up by a pair. and
Bandeen's unwieldy pets were drag
ged and carried through the mud by
their impatient crews. At the second
shot the machine guns flew into the
air like mechanical fountains and; the
shrieking for their. lives.
There was danger ahead at Pannes.
The Germans always organize these
little towns like fortresses. Machine
man from Ashland jumped out and
drew fire and jumped back again, and
so did men from Springfield and Ak
ron and Chillicothe. The men from
the middle west have coHfidenee-and
pride-in tanks now, just as they have
iv,0 y~fi
operation has been established. Run
ners were sent back for the tanks and
soon the little fellows came up. They
leaped and bounded owe the rough
ground with an odd suggestion Of play
fulness-as though these quaint beasts
enjoyed their work.
They nosed into Pannes and the Ger
mans fed-and as they fled the in
fantrymen who had worked around be-
hind the town SS tpek their play from the
reached the limit set for them by the
Army. They might have gone farther
but they obey orders now. The men
of the Army have been taught that
trick. They always go where they are
told, but they go no farther. 1t doesn't
pay.
So the men Of the regiment did six
teen kilometers In twenty-seven hours
across a country unknown to the fight
ing men. and in the face Of an enemy
VINO had machlne guns well placed and
the best of the ground-who had every
thing but the will to fight They have
loot-German glasses and pistols and
maps and boots and blankets and coats
are on every side now, not to speak
of wagons and guns-and they were
credited with 700 of the $50 prisoners
taken by the division in the fight The
old-timers say it wasn't a battle at all.
They say the hike was the worst of it
and the fighting was just play. The
greenhorns-well, they are no more
greenhorns now.
They became veterans in that twenty-
ty-seven hours.