The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1919-03-28
Copyright 1877. By The Mcclure Newspaper
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sunny and we were bubbling over with |
for this: First-our battalion was to
be relieved at nine that night and we
were going back for a two weeks
rest. Second-it was spring. We could
smell 1t In the air. Even the wind
blowing from the German trenches in
Dur direction had sweet and
'springy" smell.
:. About thirty yards down communi-
cation trench to the left was an or
chard. The trees were SCARED from
bullets and fragments of shell; but
even these battered trunks could not
resist the feel Of spring, because here
and there on the twigs and branches
could be seen bursting buds. Fitting
around were numerous birds, chirping,
and sometimes wrangling among them
selves.
To me 1t seemed odd that birds could
accustom themselves to war. Occa-
sionally a German shell, or perhaps
one Of ours, would go screaming over
the orchard. The birds did not seem
to mind the noise-just carried on
with their nest-building.
In our company was an American
named Alexander Stewart. Naturally
he and were very chummy.
Stewart and l were the chief
amusement promoters" in the COM
pany the Tommies constantly looking
to us for some new diversion.
In the English army Tommy seems
to have the idea that an Americans
to invent, and to keep on inventing.
OF course. Stewart and l did not In
any way try to dissipate this idea; In
fact we encouraged 1t, and took great
pride in being looked up to in this
way; but, believe me, 1t kept US hust-
ling to keep the Tommies amused.
1t was getting too warm for soccer
football, and we knew as soon as we
got into rest billets that the issue
would be put right up to us: 'How
are you going to amuse US while be-
hind the lines7"
We were Americans. and red-blood-
ed; spring was In the air, and our
thoughts turned to what every Ameri-
can boy Is thinking of upon the arrival
of spring-baseball.
turned my eyes to the muddy para
dos (rear wall Of the +rench) and fixed
my gaze on a fragment Of German
shell embedded In the mud. Pretty
soon this fragment seemed to change
into baseball player, with mask, pro-
tector and catcher's mitt. He was
crouching behind the home plate and
signaling to the pitcher. Just then
Stewart said: "Say, Emp, wonder
II we could teach the Tommies how to
play baseball?
He was also staring at that fragment
OF shell.
answered: ibid you ever try to
teach a Chinaman how to speak
French2"
He got it right away and detected
look spread over his countenance, and
he let out long-drawn sigh.
A Tommy sitting on my right butted
In with: did you sye byseball, Yank !?
Why, saw gyme In London, and 1t
is absurdly easy to plye. but 1 cawn't
sye fawncy hit"
With a look of disgust Stewart
turned to me and said: II guess you're
right, Emp. it would be easier to teach
the Chinaman French"
That night we were relieved and
went behind the lines.
The next afternoon, after parade
we were sitting in an orchard drinking
tea. About a month before, Stewart
and had taught the Tommies how to
pitch horseshoes. There was great
rivalry among the different squads
each squad having team.
Just then Corporal Watkins came
over to us and asked: "Where are the
'orse shoes? Icawn't find EN-"
Another Tommy answered: "Strafe
me pink, where are your heyes'
Cawn't you bloomin' well see the h'of
ficers usin' 'em behind that billet over
there7 Blime me, they're always
a'gummin' the gyme."
Sure enough. the officers we're using
our horseshoes.
Stewart, with a look Of depression
on his face, turned to me and said
"WAl. here goes, Emp. Steve Brodis
took a chance, so I might be able t.
get away with this"
Then. turning 10 the Tommies, hi
said ibid any Of you blokes eve
hear of John McGraw?"
Three of the Tommies answered
"Yes."
A sunny smile and look Of hops
fitted across Stewards face, and h
breathlessly asked, "Who is he?" Th'
three started to answer at once, bu
Stewart. majestically extending hi
hand, palm forward, said, sect il
&c. one at time. Now, Perkins, WHIT
is john McGrawf"
relArs answered: why, 'es