Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-11-05
THE WOUNDED At NEUILLY.
A Correspondent Tells Of Things Hs
Saw and Heard.

to the National Geographic Society.
gives remarkable pictures Of the spirit
of the wounded soldiers in American
Military Hospital No. l, at Neuilly. a
suburb OF Paris. A part Of the COM
munication. which chronicles a visit to
the two wards maintained in this hos
pital by the members Of the society.
Is given issued as a bulletin of the
war geography series which the So
ciety has been issuing to the American
press from it's Washington headquart-
ers for four years:
Got any chocolate" begs one
wounded soldier who Is able to sit up
in bed. He doesn't look more than
nineteen next Tuesday. He's got what
he calls three scratches and throws
back the covers TO exhibit leg bound
up like a mummy. | can't help think
ing that I'd hate to have scratches
like his.
" But. gosh. it was worth it, as
serts he. IF you'll stay with me
minute I'll tell you about it.
4 was a motorcycle despatch
bearer. so they let me carry a forty
five. was pumping up n flat tire
when heard my captain talking to a
man in French uniform. Now you
see, know lot O German. All of
sudden this bird gets tangled up in
his French and begins to fill in with
few Kaiser words.
'Ha. Ha,' says | to myself: so
up TO him and I says, You're a spy,
that's what you are Just Like that!
And he never denied It, but started to
beat 1t.
The captain stood in the middle
of the road. with his mouth wide open.
as / started to run after the Dutchy.
He could run some, let me tell you
When we got to the first turn there
was big military car painted just
like n French one. What do you know
about that 4 man inside throws
open the door. and then I got busy.
Bling! Bing. says I. and he went down
like a lump O dough.
The fellow in the car jumped out,
hauled him in. and the chauffeur
started on high. The live one stood
up in the back seat. and out O. three
shots he made three hits. Whoopce!
This Is the life!"
Funny how this war gets you.
soliloquizes a soldier young in years.
hut old in experience. Why when |
was at home couldn't watch my father
kill chicken. Now? Huh Once was
racing along with some O. my pals,
when we saw q mess O. squarchcads
hiding out in a ditch. "All right" says
7, take that fer the Lusitania. and that
fer the Tuscania. and that and that
and that fer them Belgium babies.
And we threw every grenade We had
with u.s.
"The man from the north of Ireland,
who hasn't been an American citizen
very long. sighs and says. Sure ] like TO
lie here and think O. the sea- And the
one who tells me he was born in Da-
mascus and can speak seven Ian
guagcs compares his children to
bloomin roses The red-faced fat
boy yawns, oh fer n dip at old
Coney.' and a fourth asks the nurse II
it's true that only seven died last night.
night.
"a shoulder, now almost wells be-
ing dressed, and the surgeons mouth
twitches ever so little as he hears,
Patch me up quick. Doc. and get me
away from here-rm needed some
where else
"The funny little Frenchman who
answers to the name OF 'Blondy' has
complete charge of the phonograph.
He hardly waits for one record to
finish before putting on another.
Wondering why ne should be here, /
am told because he's got the habit
He's been in the hospital so long that
no one has the heart TO send him
away.
/ a
ought to see him limp when the major
comes around'
| Only one thing worries me- an
nounces q faint voice from the nearest
cot. The top Of my tin hat and the
top Of my nut sailed away together,
and II they don't give me back that
helmet 1 don't care what becomes of
me-
You ought to wear your soovneer
round your neck, like do admonishes
another. He boastfully shows what's
left of a button-really only the rim.
His tunic was open when Mr. Bullet
said. 'Howdy!' Pretty good work.
says he. But not good enough
From the pocket OF what he calls
his 'kimona' a proud owner pulls out
a piece of hard tack. In the center Is
a big chunk Of shrapnel, and my atten-
tion Is called to the fact that said
hard tack is still intact. And then
they expect a tooth to crack it. he
snorts.
THE two enormous, open -windowed
tents are crowded to capacity. and dot
ted all about the wide immaculate
terrace are men in rolling chairs.
Only one is in bed, and the nurse
stops before him because she wants
me to meet the boy known to all the
hospital as the finest boy in the army.
Tell her about yourself" she ord
ers.
Why, there's nothing to tell,
smiles Arthur, except that I was
wounded about a month ago. They
kept me in a French hospital until
yesterday. They told me there was
nothin' doin' as far as was concern
ed. said You take me to some one
that can talk my talk and then we'll
see.' So they brought me here and the
doctor looks me over and says the rea-
son why they didn't cut was because the
chunk Of iron was too close to my heart.