Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-03-19

when England sends out such samples
as have In my brigadel Not likelyl
Now, sir, tell me what you don't know
about this affair. Speak up, out with
it. Don't be gaping at me Like fish.
Spit 1t OUT
81 stammered, Sir, know absolute
ly nothing
".Fhat's easy to see.' he roared;
that stupid face tells me that. Shut
up. Get out; but think you are a
ID liar just the same. Back to
your battery
II saluted and made my exit.
'That night the captain sent for Us.
With fear and trembling we went to
his dugout He was alone. After sa-
luting we stood at attention in front
of him and waited. His say was short.
".Don't you two ever get it into your
heads that Morse is dead language.
I've known it for years. The two OF
you had better get rid Of that nervous
habit % tapping traEsmitters; it's dan
ge.0us. That's ALL
eve saluted, and were just going out
the door of the dugout when the cap
tain called up back and said:
"'Smoke Goldnakes1 Yes7 Well,
! there are two tins Of them on my table.
co hack to the battery, and keep your
tongues between your teeth. Under
stand?'
ave understood.
"For five weeks afterwards our bat
terry did nothing but extra fatigues.
| We were satisfied and so were the
men. 1t was worth 1t to put one over
on Old Pepper, to say nothing Of the
injury caused to Fritz feelings"
| When Wilson had finished his story
I looked up and the dugout was
jammed. An artillery captain and two
officers had also entered and stayed
for the finish. Wilson spat out an
enormous quid Of tobacco, looked up,
saw the captain, and got - red AZ q
carnation. The captain smiled and
left. Wilson whispered to me:
sBlime me, Yank, ! see where click
for cruciflxion. That captain is the
same one that chucked us Goldfakes
In his dugout and here have been
'chucking me weight about in his
hearing"
Wilson never clicked his crucifixion.
Quite a contrast to Wilson was an
other character in our brigade named
Scott; we called him "Old Scotty" on
account Of his age. He was f1fty-seven,
although looking forty. "Old Scotty"
had been born in the Northwest and
had served in the Northwest Mounted
police. He was typical cowpuncher
and Indian fighter and was dead shot
with the rife, and took no pains to
disguise this fact from US. He used to
take care Of his rifle as If 1t were a
baby. In his spare moments you could
always see him cleaning 1t or polish
| Ing the stock. Woe betide the man
who by mistake happened to get hold
of this rifle; he soon found out his
error. Scott was as deaf as mule,
and It was amusing at parade to watch
him In the manual Of arms, slyiy
glancing out of the corner Of his eye
at the man next to him to see what
doctor was mystery to us; be must
have bluffed bis way through, because
he certainly was independent. Beside
him the Fourth Of July Hooked like
Good Friday. He wore at the time
large sombrero, had Mexican stock
saddle over his shoulder, lariat on
his arm, and "forU.nve'' hanging
from his hip. Dumping this parapher-
MALTA on the floor he went up to the
recruiting officer and shouted: I'm
from America, west Of the Rockies,
and want to Join your ID army.
I've got no use for German and can
shoot some. At Scotland Yard they
turned me down; said was deaf and
so am. I don't banker to ship in with
ID -crunching outfit, but the
cavalry's full, so guess this regi-
ments better than none, SO trot out
your papers and I'll sign 'em." He told
them he was forty and slipped by. I
was on recruiting service at the time
he applied for enlistment.
It was Old Scotty's great ambition
to be sniper or "body snatcher," as
Mr.. Atkins calls 1t. The day that hel
was detailed as brigade sniper he cele-
brated his appointment by blowing the
whole platoon to Tags.
Being Yank, Old Scotty took lik-,
ing to me and used to spin some great
yarns about the plains, and the whole
platoon would drink these in and ask
for more. Ananias was rookie COM
pared with him.
The ex-plainsman and discipline
could not agree, but the officers all
liked him, even If he was hard to man.
age, so when he was detailed as
sniper sigh Of relief went up from
the officers mess.
Old Scotty had the freedom Of the
brigade. He used to draw two or
three days rations and disappear with
his glass, range finder and rifle, and we
would see or hear no more Of him
until suddenly he would reappear
with a couple Of notches added to
those already on the butt Of his rife.
Every time he, got German 1t meant
another notch. He Was proud Of these
notches =