Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1918-10-09
Good old pep" never LEAVES
YOUR UNCLE SAMUEL'S FIGHTER
the Battle Line or Lying Wounded in Hospital His Chief Charac
teristic Is His Indomiabe Sprit-If There Is Yet an
American Who Does Not Hate the Hun He Should Hear
the Tales Of the Heroes of Chaeau-Therry


into line with his company when the
| 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 couldn't
retire. His comrades picked him up
and carried him.
They Didn't Last Long.
! "Heinie" tried out one of his favor
lite stunts of dressing up some Of his
soldiers in French and American uni.
forms, according to Anton Zolnowski
of 2S4S South Turner avenue, Chicago.
1--WE saw ten men on the edge of
little wood little distance away,
eight of them were in French uni
form and two In American. we yelled
to them to come over and join us.
They advanced few PAGES and then
opened fire on u.s."
Zolnowski smiled rather unpleas-
antly as he patted right arm that
bears machine-gun bullet.
''They didn't last long. We made
one dash for them. Not one of 'em
got away. They were Germans all
right. There was another group COM
ing up. / got a private and then the
officer in charge sailed into me. I
tried to shoot him with my rifle, but
1t was broken. I got him all right,
though"
The Chicagoan seemed inclined to
end the conversation there.
How'd you get him?" 1 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 matter-of-fact tone.
When the Americans came back at
them 1t 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-
IRENE good fortune to see two pom
toon bridges the enemy had thrown
across the river destroyed by the ac-
curate fire of the American artillery.
Content to Be Going.
They were filed with Germans, too.
Some of them We're 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 a 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 day, Frank Hogan
of Galveston, Tex, confirmed SturtZ's
story of the wholesale drowning of
the enemy. The Texan was working
a Stokes gun a 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-
tion as a wounded thigh permits.
"reH minutes after the orders had
been telephoned to the batteries they
Ind a perfect range on that river.
While we were pouring bullets into
the Heinies the guns got their num-
hers with both small and large
shells. AT the spot where we were
stationed I reckon there must have
been about 5000 of the Fritzies
rot across the river. They didn't all
90 back. In fact, I don't think there
were hardly any of that bunch thatll
20 back to Germany. We captured
over 1900 ourselves and killed easily
500. The rest were trying to beat it
hack 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 a record any
one might be proud of during the
first of the mixup. While the German
engineers were trying to throw their
first pontoon bridges over he picked
off twenty-eight of them with his
rifle. couldn't get his name, but he
already wears sharpshooter's medal.
He deserves another.
Lots of soldiers believe in
"hunches."
James L. Paul of No. $50 Spruce
street, Philadelphia, does. and it's a
fortunate thing for him that he
played his. With comrade Paul was
in dugout during barrage. Shells
were landing all around. Finally one
blew In the entrance, so Paul decided
their dugout was becoming a little too