New-York tribune., 1919-06-28
HeSightseeir,g 9Th
BY Wilbur Forrest

oBLENz. Germany. May 1o-rb.
~ 9Th Division, United States reeu.
lars, did not reach France in tim.
to mix much in actual warfare, but it ha.
finally reached Germany to share thu
watch on the Rhine.
Being OF the regular army and lats r.
arrive on foreign shores, the 9Th Divis;o,
IS therefore less concerned with th.
worry when do We 60 home ?" than oth.,
organizations. Much Of the divis;on,.
time has been spent in "hikinrn ana
among other amusements, printing naw.'
papers. No less than ten publication.
nave sprung into life in various units
leading with "The Circulator," weekly
newspaper of four pages. which circulat.,
throughout the division. Others hav.
been christened as follows: "The Lyster.
bag" "The Stickler." "Recall," "strav
Shots" "Muleskinner's Review" "rbs
Red Star" "st. Broing Barrage," "Liaison.
and "The Sapper.'
When General Liggett, now commandar
OF the army Of occupation,~ heard Of tn.
publishing "fever" extant in the 9Th
Division he sent this message to Colon.,
Dear Colonel Beachem: The armv COM
mander wishes me to express his con-
gratulations to the 9th Division on the an.
terprise which has been shown throughout
the division in publishing newspapers for
the entertainment and information of th.
men. General Liggett wishes me to hav.
his name entered as a regular subscriber
to The Circulator," and a subscription fee
is inclosed herewith. Very truly yours.
"P1ERPONT L. STACKPOLE.
Lieutenant Colonel, Aide-de- Camp.s
"The Circulator" sometimes refers to
It's division as the "Sightseeing eth"
Here is part of an epic celebrating the sd-
ventures Of the division:
Loaded on a railroad. in a cold hors. 90.
bound for Lord-Knows Whittier, maybe
twice as far;
Bundled out at midnight, sore and triad
crowd,
Marched off through forest, not q 1ipbt
allowed.
Waited in the Argonne for day or two.
Heard the big guns roarine-somethinv
up, we knew;
Sure enough, we started, hiking toward the
sound,
Marching sll the daytime, sleeping on tho
ground.
Plugging forward daily, through the cling
ing mud
Reddened now In places-little pools o,
blood
Showing what was waiting, forward.
where the guns
Spoke their deadly message to the Aeeine
Huns.
Pushing up past Grand Pre- where tha
bodies lay
Crumpled up, unburied, plastered DER
with clay;
Driving ever northward, spite of mud and
rain
Constant grind of marching drove us most
insane.
Often without rations-kitchen mired
Soggy, rain-soaked blankets-chilled up in
sleep
Tires all forbidden, no chance to get dry
Not fight to rouse us, not chance to
try.
Germont, Authe and Stonne, muddy. filthy
holes;
Lugging full equipment, packing sodden
rolls.
Then two days of waiting, pup-tents in
the rain,
And another order-to march Us back
again.
S'pose We'll soon be moving-been here
most too long
For the 9Th Division--must be something
wrong;
Guess we'll hike to Coblenz or to Petro-
grad;
Any way we 60, Bill, III be kind Of glad.
Cause I've got the habit-it don't seem
quite right
Sleeping in these billets every single
night;
Think I'd almost rather hit the road once
more,
We're the 9Th Dvsion-that Is what
we're for.
We've not had much ighting-battles have
been few
Still we've tackled, smiling, all we've had
to do.
Case you've any doubts, Bill, let me set
you right;
1t takes CUTS to hike, kid, same as CUTS
to fight. HOB NAYLES.
Force in Costa Rica