The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1919-05-29

ship'a company to report progress a.
Z what they have done for the Christ
mas feed which 10 TO be held tomor-
row at eight bells. Yank, lets hear
yours"
reported one dozen eggs, two bot
ties Of white wine, one bottle Of red
wine, eight packets Of Gold Flake
"fags" (cigarettes), and one quart
bottle Of champagne, which had cost
me Eve francs at French estaminet.
This report was received with a
cheer. Likely" Honey was next In
border. Hs proudly stated that no had
saved his rum issue for the last
| eleven days. and consequently was
able to donate to the feast his water
bottle three-fourths full OF rum. This
would help out In making brandy sauce
for the plum pudding. Sailor Bill In
formed that he had a fruit cake, a
bottle Of picked w%alnuts, and two
tins OF devlled ham which had been
sent on. to him from London. Each
man had something to report. ] care
fully made a list OF the articles OPP
poetic the nnme OF the person donat-
ing them, and turned the list over to
Bill, who was to act as cook on the
following day.
Just then Lance Corporal Hall came
into the ducout, and warming his
hands over the fire bucket, said:
III you blokes want to hear some
thing that will take you home to
Blichty, come up into the fire trench
Il minute"
None Of US moved. That fire buck
ct was too comfortable. After much
coaxing Sailor Bill. key HONEY and
myself followed Hall out of the dug
out and up into the fire trench. a
dead silence rcisncd, and we started
to return. Hall Blocked u way, and
whispered:
Just u minute, boys, and listen"
Pretty soon, from the darkness out
in front, we heard the strains VI o
German cornct playing ITS a Long,
Long Trail We're Winding" We
stood entranced till the last note died
out. After about II four or five.min-
ute walt the strains of The Suwance
River" were waited across No Mans
Land toward US. I felt lonely and
homeslck.
Out Of the darkness from the IRE
bay on our left q Welsh voice started
singing ITS a Long, Long Trail" II
was beautiful. The German cornet
player must have heard II, because he
picked up the tune and accompanied
the singer on his cornet. / had never
heard anything so beautiful In my life
before. The music from the German
trench suddenly ceased, and In the air
overhead came the sharp crack !
crack! Of machine gun bullets, as
some Boche gunner butted in on the
concert. We ducked and returned TO
our dugout.
The men were all tired out. and
soon rasping shores could be heard
from under the cover of blankets and
overcoats.
The next day was Christmas, and
we eagerly awaited the mail, which
was TO be brought up by the ration
party at noon.
Not a shot or shell had been fred
all morning. The sun had come out
and, although the trenches were slip
perry with mud, still IL was warm, and
we felt the Christmas spirit running
through our veins. We all turned In
and cleaned up the dugout. Making
rcflectors out Of ammunition tins,
sticking them into the walls OF the
dugout. we placed n lighted candle
on each. the rays from which turned
night into day.
Bill was hustling about preparing
the Christmas spread. He placed a
; waterproof sheet on the floor, and add'
ing three blr:aets he spread another
waterproof sheet over the top for q
! table cloth, anu arranged the mems
packs around the edges for chairs.
Presently the welcome voice of our
. sergeant came from the entrance OF
the dugout:
, "Come on, me lads, lend q hand
, with the mail"
There was q mad rush for the en-
I trance. In n couple Of minutes or Sc
> the boys returned, staggering under
load Of parcels. As each name wa
! read or. a parcel would be thrown
b over to the eXpectant Tommy. NJ.
i heart was beating with eagerness a.