The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-15
Ubbity!
Sugar Didn't Like EN-
That Way, So He Told
the Boy Plenty.
CUGAR didn't ike these up

Ehe series OF WOftG WGT
stories being published IN
Ebe Times contest this week.
This will be the final week of the
competition, in which The Times is
awarding a first prize Of $40 for the
best war story and a second prize
Of IS.
Winners in the fourth week of the
contest will be announced Wednes-
day and winners in the final week
will be made public next Wednes-
day.
Willis L. Macy, r. r II,
Boz 216-F, Indianapolis, 1ChO
served qoitb Company K,
Fourth infantry, tells of
'Sugar."
CUGAR BROWN, colored corporal
- from North Carolina, met a
colored Moroccan soldier from a
French outfit. The Moroccan was
about to pass without seeming to
recognize Sugar, when the latter laid
a hand on his arm, whirled him
about and confronted him with,
"Say, Niger, doan yo' all know no
better than to pass up a oSsifer in
uniform without salutin'?"
"Je ne comprende pas" calculated
the other in surprise.
Say" said Sugar, what 70 all
tryin' to do? High hat me, with
that fancy langwidge? Who yo' all
think yo' is. anyhow Yves free
white folks where I come from, and
20 all better wait til this war git
Ovar TO yo' go gittin' uppity. How
you know you gonna be lucky like us
and get freed? Yo' all amt got no
Abe Lincoln ovah heah to run dis
war, like we had"
The kissing corporal got BIZ
a0ith 1t, IN the tale told By
John J. letters, 1906 Central
GUeRue.
A T Camp De Souge artillery
n training camp, not far from
Bordeaux, Corporal Burns of Bat
terry f, One hundred and thirty
sixth field artillery, Thi~rty-seventh
division, was corporal of the guard.
He brought the squad around to
relieve us and we fell in, back to
the guardhouSe. Instead of Corpo-
raj Burns staying there with us,
he disappeared, and when time for
the next relief drew near, and he
hadn't shown up, I went out look
ing for him, he being a pal of mine.
I found him in a dice game with
plenty Of francs in his hand and
plenty of liquor under his belt.
I grabbed the francs, took him
by the arm and started back to the
guardhouse with him. 10 and be-
hold! Who should run into us but
the lieutenant in charge Of the
guard, the officer of the day, and
our captain.
The captain said, Corporal Burns,
what's the matter with you and
what does this mean2"
ooh. captain" he said, I'm get
ting French" He ups and kisses
him on both cheeks and got by
with It'll
The man 1Obo 4COuIG be first
finally Went to his death be-
cause of has ambition, IN the
experience related by Ray
MuSSmGn, r.. r. z, Boa 557,
Indianapolis.
T HAVE been reading your little
Il stories about the war. written
by ex-service men, and would like to
add mine to the collection. I was
n member of Company E, Twenty
second Engineers, and saw plenty Of
act i. My story follows:
We had a fellow in our outfit who
had a passion for being first in
everything. No matter what it was,
Re Just couldn't stand for any one
10 get ahead of him, and seemed
always on the alert to show up the
rest OF the boys. We came to the
conclusion that Bill was just plain
selfish, and didn't pay much atten-
ton to his antics. after awhile.
Bill was a member of my squad
on that night in August, 1918, when
u company received orders to re-
lieve the front line trench in the
advanced sector of the Argonne. AS
we pressed slowly forward in squad
formation to gain our objective, the
Germans opened up with everything
they had in the way of heavy ar
tillery.
And. boy. they had some aSSort-
ment. too. 1t seemed like a wall of
fire directly across u path. The
captain finally called a halt and
commanded us to take shelter I'M
til the bombardment was over. Bill
. instantly broke away and started on
a run toward an abandoned dugout
which could be seen by the light of
the shell fire.
He Seenld to be afraid the rest of
the squad would beat him TO it.
although they hardly had moved
from their tracks. We saw him
reach the entrance and start to open
the door. Then it happened-a bril-
liant flash followed by a muffled ex-
ploSion. We made a rush for the
dugout. but too late to do Bill any
good. His mangled body was beside
the entrance.
On investigation we found that
the ~retreating Germans, by using
wires, had arranged cleverly a po-
tato masher hand grenade so that
it would explode when the dugout
door was opened. and Bill unwit-
tingly had sprung this death trap in
he hoe&1 - ho Fret