The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-09-13
ERSHING'S . ARMY MOURNS !. BOY HERO
longest Soldier in France asScotty, 15 Years Old
 When He Sailed.
E KILLED 30
 AS HE FELL
tars and Stripes Tells How Brookline, Mass, Youth
 Took Heavy Toll.

Tho story of how the youngest sol- | CT in General Pershings army, | ,rst-class Private Albert E. Scott of @ machine guns met his death, is Id in the issue of The Stars and .ripes, the A. E. Els official newspa- sr, just received over here. Known as 3cotty" and beloved of his regiment, is Brookline, Mass, high school boy ho killed 30 of the enemy and then 1opped dead across his gun--"a hero'sI .te if ever there was one"-was lch a kid that he never had used lzor and-"why, only last Christmas is aunts sent him a lot of kids ames," exclaims the writer-so you now "Scotty' was a pretty young sort [ a chap to be filling grown mans loes.
 It seerns-but the soldier writes on le A. p. F. paper who has undoubt- lily been close to these things for ,me time, tells straightaway mar Itiye from the start:
 "Private First Class Albert D. Scott led last week on the field of honor. @ was the youngest man in his regi- lent and his colonel thinks he was letyoungest man in all the A. B. F. "In the regiment they are talking hese days of all the good pals they Sst in the fierce, unforgettable chase aey gave the Germans in the great streat from the Marne. But most of Il-a little oftener and a bit more ondly-they talk of scotty.
 "'He was good kid,' they say, md he died on his gum
 "Scotty was only F and still going } high school back in Brookline yhen war came to America and he cid up his right hand. Though he tood no more than 5 feet 6 inches, hough his fair hair was curly and cry boyish, though his mother prob- !bly wondered how even an over- worked recruiting officer could ever Iave mistaken him for a grown-up, le was husky enough to pass for the years he boldly claimed.
 'Afterward there was some worried uggestion that he'd better stay home with his folks, but there were so many nen in the outfit who knew the fam ly, so many officers his father kroNv lbove all he himself was so plead ngly eager to go, that when, one fine lay Hn September, the regiment sail Id away, Scotty, barrack bag, rife ness kit and all were slowed away tr he hold with the rest.
 "In all his soldering, Scotty never appeared on sick report, was never ate at formation, never hid from iirty details. It was only once in { while that the older heads in the com .oany were reminded how very youni he was. They could not help think &ng about it when they found that tn birthday he was celebrating one bleal November day in the monotonou ttraining area somewhere in Franc Twas only his sixteenth. Nor whe they realized he never knew the prid of using that shiny razor which ha been thoughtlessly doled out to hir along with his housewife and sho brush in the camp back home. Nc when Christmas came and brougf with 1t some kid games from h Down East aunts, who had forgotte 1t was soldier they had in France. "On such occasions the compar Ecommander was worried over his r, sponsibility, and one day he formal appointed the Supply Sergeant Scotty's guardian. The sergeant sa to 1t that he wrote home regularl went to mass every Sunday, and gaI every buvette a wide, wide path. N that he needed watching, for, as u sergeant said, there never was be ter kid than Scotty.
 "It Is true that once he was abse for some unaccountable hours in u majors automobile. That was wi they reduced him to a buck privat But they restored him to his origin rank the first day they saw him wi a sho-sho. The French officers wi came to instruct in the use of tn light, automatic machine gun whi fires IS shots in a twinkling, found was the youngster of the regime who mastered 1t first, and who, | fore many weeks had passed, becal the best shot of them all. He " such wonderful gunner that all ott soldiers were proud to be his feeder because they knew their gun wol do the most damage with Scotty the sights.
 And cool. He was always a qu one, but under shell fire he beca deadly quiet, and cool as a cucumb They found that out back in l April, when shell struck the eC of the parapet, throwing the gun i the trench and burying 1t, and ] and his feeders in an avalanche
 dirt Scotty wriggled out, s1trica his beloved sho-sho, took 1t in his and with never a word to anybo marched 15 feet along the trer set the gun up and went on firing.
 But his great chence came W
 on that historic July 18 his regim got the order for which, thro1
 many a month of dreams, it
 lonsed-the order to advance.
 went IS kilometres without stopp
 chasing the boche up hill and dt
 dale, fighting it's way through ps
 after patch of inviting woods
 would prove treacherous with hid
 machine guns.
 "Scotty would have told you
 he belonged to what the Col,
 proudly called his iron battalion.
 that in that battalion the men of
 ompany-Company H-were kn
 as the Indians. They got that n