The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-16
No Rap!
Doughboy DodgeS Pen
atty, Forgotten in Joy
of ArmiStiCe.
". RORNING, 576 East

FGu creek 0OHeOdTU, WtHS
the SO first prize for the
World war stories printed IN
The Times for the week Of
April 7-12, Inclusive. He told
the story of "EyebdIls," the
fighting marine, in the issue
of April II.
Second prize of IS goes to Virgil
Jones, 21O8 Shelby street, for his
story printed April 8. on the Yank
sergeant who started the war with
the British.
This contest, now in its fifth week,
will end with the stories printed
Saturday. Rush your stories in now,
II you want a chance at the prizes.
J. C. Roach, 554 South
Home Avenue, Franklin, Ind,
Who Was Wjth Company K,
Three hundred thirty-fourtk
infantry, tells of his armiStice
celebration.
ON Nov. II, 1918, We had been
" in France about eight weeks
going through the process of break
ing down the morale before going to
the front.
Nov. 8. 1918, We were going through
the madhouSe at lie Mans, being
equipped for the front. 1 vas about
halfway through when the false re-
port came in about the armistice be-
ing signed. so instead of going TO
the front we were sent to the old
Belgian camp about twelve kilos out
Of lie Mans. Before being dismissed
we we're given orders to be ready to-
move at any time, and be sure not
to leave the camp.
On the morning of Nov. IL /
decided to go to LIE Mans, get a bath
and clean up a bit, so I hoped a
truck.
After a bath and a feed I felt
almost human and started back to
camp. On the way I came to a
French hospital, with possibly 200
patients in the yard, some in wheel
chairs with their legs bandaged,
some on crutches and others, I sup
pose, who had been gassed.
While 1 stood at the gate a French
officer rode up, a guard rushed to
open the gate, and as the officer
rode through he put his hands to
his mouth and shouted la Guerre
est III"
Well You people know what that
message meant to you. What do you
suppose it meant to those poor fell
lows, most Of them crippled for life?
They all yelled at once. Some
jumped out of their chairs, others
threw their crutches away.
I thought if the war was over I
would go back to town and help
celebrate. I think every n in
town was in the street. Several
Frenchmen were making speeches.
I got quite a kick.
About g. p. m. I started back to
camp, and walked most of the way,
twelve kiloS. 1 wondered what re-
ally would happen If the company
had moved. The nearer I came to
camp. the bigger the vision of the
guardhouse grew.
Now what do you suppose hap
pened?
I got back to camp and every one
was so busy celebrating they had
not even missed me.
George J. Walsh, 26 South
DeIaware street, with the
Fifty-ninth infantry, Fourth
diUiSion, comes through NTH
this one.
WE were but three days out on
w the George Washington, when
the skipper noticed some loose rivets
on the port side, He put q sailor to
repairing and We were watching him
with interest. He was placing new
rivets and using a small air ham
mer. In his work he moved out Of
reach of his hammer and asked a
big southern boy standing neal by
to "Give me that air"
The big boy just stood there and
the sailor repeated in a loud voice,
Give me that air"
And the southern boy replied,
THAT ere what?"
You should have seen and heard
that sailor. Nuf sedl