The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-10

according to one Of the stories
told TO-DAY IN The Times
World War Story contest.
The Times is offering prize of
$40 for the best story submitted and
printed during the week, with a
second award of IS. This is the
fourth week Of the competition and
the boys still are going strong.
Get your story in now. Make IL
short and snappy. so all the vet
Grams will get a chance to tell their
experiences.
The first one today IS re-
lated By Frank d. Macy, 1901
North Lesley avenue, Of Com
pany d, One hundred fftjeth
machine gltn battalion, Ram
bo10 division.
THERE we're a few generals in
- the World war with a sense of
humor. General Mills was one. The
story 1 tell is true and will confirm
the above statement.
Mess Sergeant Art Priebe was one
of the men, an old-timer. After
detail of duty duckers had laid"
down on the job of digging an in
GENERATOR pit, he cast all rules aside,
called the men up, left them to loi-
ter on top and went down to finish
the job himself.
General Mills, division command
er, with several aids, out on tour
of inspection, inquired at the kitch-
en- as to the whereabouts of Ser
geant Art and why he was not on
duty. Told by the cook where he
could be found, General Mills went
out to locate him.
The sergeant industriously was
cleaning out the bottom of the hole,
now deeper by a few inches than
his height. when the general ar
rived. The ensuing conversation
took place between the general and
the sergeant:
General AIillS-What the devil do
you mean, sergeant, by doing that
digging?
Sergeant Art Cnot looking up)-
What do you think anybody means
when they dig? Want to make a
hole, don't they?
General MillS-Sure, but that
work is unbecoming your rank as
sergeant, and you have plenty OF
men here who could do it for you.
Sergeant Art-ThoSe men don't
know anything about digging, and
besides, what business is it of yours?
Then. looking up, the sergeant
recognized the general-Oh, excuse
NJ, I didn't know it was you, sir.
You see, sir, there's so many d
fools coming around, always ask
ing silly questions, that I can't tell
one from the other any more.
Trey both saluted. General Mills
smiled and went on to complete the
inspection.
1t aCGs tough saying good
by to "ma1U," but this HOOSjer
lad did 1t right lUhen the time
came, says Lester ID. SiSSoR,
5fS2 CdrrOllton GUeHue, ca
Sergednt-mdjor IN the One
hundred tifty-secOnd infantry.
TWENTY-FIVE new recruits had
i enlisted from a small town in
southern Indiana They were leav-
ing home. Relatives and friends
we're at the station to bid them
good-by.
There had been q banquet, given
by the president of the savings bank,
with speeches by every politician
who could crash the program COM
mittee. The boys were called heroes;
their enlistment was "a great sac
rifice"; for this day, they were our
Stalwart sons" There were many
fearful leave-takings at the station.
One boy. from down by the rail
road tracks. was not impressed. He
was hilarious. His four brothers al
ready had gone. He finally had
passed the age limit. He was boiS-
ferrous and jubilant to the last.
His mother stood by as the boys
boarded the train. She had made
no demonstration. She merely de
voured her boy with hungry eyes
her fifth son to go, her baby, and
she had shed no tears.
The train started slowly. The
boys hilarity died away. He looked
at his mother Boyish grief came
surging to the surface. Choking
with an emotion he had fought all
day to conceal. he said, brokenly:
"Gug-gug-good-by, Nav. Gug-
gug-gosh damit."
c. D. Robertson, 1921 West
Thirty-frst street, who took
his acar-time Jolt at sea, tells
one about the tin can that
acoSn't subs periScope.
A S a COB on board an oil tanker
L n going 10 France, my luck de
creed that must be of four men
assigned to gun watch between mid
night and 4 in the morning. One
of our gang rustled six cans of
peaches one morning and We began
a feast
Rather short lived it was. One OF
ms heaVed an emDtV can minus lis
rapper, overheard. Just enough