The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1919-03-20


at Cape May relative to my discharge |
from service and caught his answer. |
So | judged that someone has been /
making inquiry from the Bureau.
like my work better every day, and if /
it was not for my schooling, would
stay with the job for the balance of |
my enlistment.
No local war exhibit has created as
great interest as that made Saturday
by Sgt. Joe M. johnson, who was first
sergeant OF company in the First
Gas Regiment Sgt johnson muster
ed out week ago. has placed the in
teresting war trophies he brought
home in showwndow of the shoe
store of his father, }. c. johnson.
Sgt Johnsen's relics consist of a
hun sniper rifle, flare pistol used by
the Germans to light up No Mans
Land when scouting parties were out
an assortment of shoulder straps,
identification tags, belts, shells and
gas masks. The flare pistol is pecu-
liar instrument, about foot long,
made of brass. 1t uses cartridge
about the size of one fitting 10 guage
shot gun. Sgt. johnson also brought
home a neat little automatic pistol, re-
captured from German who had
taken it from a Belgian prisoner.
Paul F. Pferdner, who is with re
muont contingent on the Rhine. in a
recent letter to his sister Mrs. B. f.
Wright, sent the following poem en-
titled, "Silver Threads Among the
Black.
Darling | am going back,
Silver threads among the black;
Now that peace in Europe wears,
III be home in seven years.
III drop in on you some night
With my whiskers long and white.
Yes, the war is over dear,
And were going home next year.
Home again with you once more
Say by nineteen and twenty.four.
Once thought by now I'd be
Sailing back across the sea.
Back to where you sit and pine;
But I'm stuck here on the Rhine.
You can hear the gang all curse,
War is h, but peace is worse.
When the next war rolls around
In the front ranks IN be found.
III rush madly in pell NELL,
Yes | will, like h, like h.
Bugler Role S. Waddell, Co. F..
36lst Infantry, of the 9lst Division, in
a letter to his uncle, Walter Waddell,
declares that the task of waiting for
embarkation home is dreary one. A
day. he says, seems as long as a week
But we should be thankful" he
says, THAT we were not killed or Grip
pied in the Argonne forest, where so
many of our comrades lie, never to re-
turn. 1T was certainly hell, and it
seems impossible that anyone could
escape without scratch. This busi-
ness of kicking about something is
more of habit with us soldiers than
anything else. suppose when we get
back IN the States we will growl be-
cause they do not give US our dis
charges as soon as we get off the
ships.
Local friends have just received let.
ters from Robert Orr, former high
of the United Shipping Board aboard
the SIS. Benvola, which recently sailed
from Portland to the Panama Canal
zone with cargo of lumber Young
Orr has perhaps had the most interest
ing experiences of any man aboard the
Benvola. At the age of l9 he began
serving his country as oiler in the first |
battalion of the Oregon naval militia.
Later young Orr was assigned to the |
L. S. S. South Dakota, and aboard her
made eight trips to France in the con-
voy service. He applied for his papers
as second assistant engineer while |
aboard the South Dakota. He is one
of the youngest men in the navy to
have received so high rating.
Fitting army mules with their leath-
er packsaddles is task that requires
patience on the part of the animals as
we'll as the men in charge of them, ac
cording to W. B. Davidson, just re-
turned to his home at Mount Hood
after a service with a pack train at
Fort Bliss, Tex.
"The saddles" says Mr.. Davidson, |
are made of leather. The new sad
dies, fitted with willow or hazel wands |
freshly cut, to give them more rigidity, |
are soaked and while still wet are tied
to the mules. The animals have to
wear their saddles in this wet state for
three days. Each saddle is numbered
to correspond with that of its mule
The mules bear their numbers on their
feet. "
Arthur c. Lofts, who served aboard
a subschaser and who has at least one
hun Uboat to his credit. writes his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. c. Lofts,
that he is now in Chri tiana, Norway,
where number of tfe trim chasers
were taken to be exhibited to prospec-
tive purchasers. The small boats may