Evening star., 1918-02-18
TRIPOD IS AMERICAN
TRENCH NEWSPAPER
It's Editor Hopes to Brighten
Life, Even if He Gets Into
the Guardhouse.
BY JUNIUS d. WOOD.
Especial Correspondence OF The Evening
Star and the Chicago Daily NewsO


Star and the Chicago Daily NewsO
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMY IN
FRANCE, January 25.-The Tripod
was the first American trench news
paper and was so far in the van that
its initial appearance came several
weeks before the trenches had been
sighted, at least by the group that en-
deavored to nurse it into lusty life
Its editor, a Yale graduate, now a ma
chine gunner, promises that its ex-
istence will continue in the trenches.
Anyway. a start has been made. the
editor has been put in the guardhouse
for giving more time to editing than to
drill, and its future is promising. Here
are a few of his observations:
"A lot of people at home supposed
that we were eating corn. bully and
hardtack for Thanksgiving dinner. but
we fooled them
"one good thing about glass win
dows is that they don't tear"
Troubles Of Top Sergeant-Ser-
geant, who censors my mail? T. 3
Why. the lieutenant commanding your
platoon, you poor boob!
"'Well. if you and the lieutenant was
'writin' to the same girl. Top. l sup
pose you'd just sorter be out of luck?
''Since the bald haircut has become
SO popular all the boys are making
THE members of the third platoon
are just about getting used to the
church chimes that begin to ring out
side their windows every morning be-
fore reveille."
According to the way some of the
boys feel, about all they can apply
from the Bible to our Sundays in the
village is the passage about being
l. i, AaVs
A selection from the Tripods eek
elusive" story of Thanksgiving day
dinner in the home cantonment is as
follows:
"Wonderinely the Inhabitants of
'notre village clustered about the
kitchens and shifted the odors arising g
therefrom in preparation for the meal
Of all meals. to Yankees mind.
'Pourqoui cette preparation? Cor
words to that erect inquired one of
the dear old ladies who do the wash
ing and box the little boys ears here
abouts. is this the birthday of M lie
Gen. Vashangtone"
perspiry cook. lifting his goggles po.
litely as he arose, like Venus out of
the seafoam. from amidst a mess OF
steaming onions. Tt is not Washing
toms birthday yet-a-while- That doesn't
come until February %
Non queried madame again. Ah:
Then perhaps it is the birthday of
NJ. le President Veelson that m'sieur
desires to celebrate"
Wrong again grinned the still
polite but busy culinary artist We
haven't got to that yet, but we prob
ably viii in time
Madame thought for while. Then
an idea hit her, like a shell from AZ.
"'Ahr she exclaimed, delishtedly. L
have it. Eet eez re birthday of zee
great American hero. Morgan Gee
Bouecley"
THAT was the crowning touch. With
a roar, the cook dived into his shanty
again, bowling with glee to the equally
perspiry K. P-'s (kitchen police) within,
Listen. boys. here's a new one" Dunn
founded, madame stood gazing after
him for a moment. then turned sadly
and clumped down the street In her
clacking sabOts. rnutterine something
about the crazy Americans"
Next year, when the Thanksgiving
dinner of the Yanks Gas exclusively
predicted in the Tripod) VIII be eaten
in Berlin. the company is going to set
'em up to the captain in the choicest
liquid products (fire excluded) of the
fatherland.'
The paper was christened the Tripod
hecauSe a machine gun uses a tripod,