Evening star., 1923-07-04
Spirit of Nations Founders
Liues in Citizens Army Camp

such an excess amount of pep. over
in front of that barrack Persifor Du
Barry, the millionaire bankers son,
is rufhing the once neatly combed
hair of his bunkie. Tony Guiseppi.
the bootmakers young hopeful.
Suddenly brisk command Is bark
ed from somewhere in the unseen dis
tance. "Four's right-mar-r-r-rch.
And file upon file OF the finest look
ing bunch of rookie soldiers one ever
saw swings out to the stadium. One
half hour of invigorating, health
up to the breaking point. when sud
denly the tireless bugle calls out
"Soupy, soupy. soupy. soupe-e-e-e"-
is the Joyous summons to breakfast.
Breakfast Is over by 1880. Tons OF
fruit. eggs tnnumerable. wheat cakes
by the stock. bushels of cereal and
tank cars of coffee. It seems, have
disappeared down gaping young
throats and already the bugle is call
ing the soldiers to class What an
sents from the white House." the
name the doughboys have given the
officers mess hall. Out In the fine
fresh air hundreds of groups are sit
and privates walking around person.
ally tnstructing each man.
Learn to Fire Guns.
the names of the innumerable parts
tenants and half dozen seasoned
drill sergeants from the Regular
Army are the instructors. Just be-
yond sits a second company. 1t is
first and the men are lying on their
stomachs clicking the triggers of
They are learning the proper meth
cd Of firing. Of in another corner
q third detachment Is actually being
In few days they will be ready to
shoot real bullets on the rife range.
Here comes still another company
charging over the summit OF hill!
Those boys have already had one
months training. See how they all
fall together as they come IN sight
Of their imaginary foe. Up go their
rifles and yolley of imaginary bull
let's crashes into the enemy. Look.
they're up and charging again, only
time. They are learning how to ad-
vance in the face OF an enemy fire.
Kicking up great cloud of typical
Camp Meade dust, several companies
in marching formation swings down
the road for hike. What a fine.
healthy life this is!
Targets Punished.
The businesslike bark of rifles and
the rat-tat-tat of machine guns direct
US to the target range now. Here the
more advanced students are qualify
ing as marksmen with both the rifle
and the machine gun. They have al
ready been instructed in how to ham
die a weapon without danger to them
selves or another, and they can be
trusted to handle regular bullets.
Bang, bang, bang goes the tncessant
fusileade. Here Is chap who seems TO
get the bulps-eye every time. for the
marker down in the pit has indicated a
true hit three times in succession. He
Is from Western Maryland College, a
member Of the reserve officers train
ing camp.
TO the left Of the rife range the tattoo
of machine gun practise Is calling US
on again. Here members OF the ciu-
zens' military training camp are cut
ting a target to ribbons with both
machine guns and automatic rifles. They
are what is known as members Of the
white brigade third year men. Next
year they will finish their course and,
IL they pass all examinations satsfac-
torily, perhaps be granted commissions
as second lieutenants in the reserve.
That Is the only reward In sight for
them, and even to win that they must
still pass several rigid tests.
But the enticing boom of deep-throated
artillery tells us that we have not yet
seen all. Hopping in official automo-
blles we speed out to the very edge Of
camp, the crash Of light field guns be-