The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-07
Bravery.
This Lad Showed 1t and
Brought Home the Old
Bacon.
ONCE again the gun bangs

fourth Ueek Of The Times
World War Story contest
There seems TO be no end OF
these Ddr stories, and the
more the better. Just make
them short, so every one can
get O. chance to see his yarn in
print.
First prize is $40 for the best story
published during the week. Second
award Is IS. Announcement Of the
winner of the third weeks contest
will be made in this column
wednesday. and checks will be
mailed Immediately thereafter.
A little heroic Work inUOLr-
ing the Switching of some b.
con and candles starts off the
variations today, Written b.
r. &. Cheshire, 29z5 }
Chester street.
DRAVE deeds are not always
ID recognized by our government.
Being a member of Company L,
Eighteenth infantry, First division
I wish to relate a little heroic work
on my part after our skirmish at
Cantigny which did not win medal
for me.
Our company was holding the
third line trench just to the left OF
Cantigny. I was standing guard
when stray bullet killed my buddy,
doing guard duty at my left. I was
detailed to carry him back to the
company headquarters, about a
quarter mile away.
tt being the duty of each mem
Der Of our squad to provide grub
wherever we could find it. 1 spied
a nice slab of bacon and some large
candles. which was a rare article on
our menu. Hanging back until
every one else was outside, 1 slipped
the bacon and candles under my
coat.
I was in such a hurry 10 get back
TO my dugout that went away and
left my rifle at the entrance OF the
captains dugout.
After travelling about 200 yards IN
zig-zagging communication trench
I missed nv rifle Carefully each
ing nv loot, I returned. Carefully
slipping up to the entrance OF the
dugout ] reached for my rifle, but
it was gone. just then the cap
tain's dog robber" came out. I asked
him for the rifle and he said the
captain wanted the owner Of that
gun to report to him.
The next few moments undOubt-
edly were the most trying of my life
I received the worst bawling out ever
I was branded the poorest soldier in
the A. E. F. and felt the smallest
The captain ended by telling me
that if I lost my rifle within gun
range of Germany it would be just
too bad for me.
When the candles were cut in
two-inch lengths and enough burn
ing under our mesSkitS to fry the
bacon l was declared a hero, and
was awarded an additional slice of
bacon. The severe tongue lashing I
received from my captain was soon
Soothed by the wonderful flavor OF
good old United States bacon.
n
Sergeant Ne1Uply, III South
Turedo street, 1ChO SerUed
lCith the TUenty-fOurth bat
talon, British machine gan
corps, tells one on the non
plusSed captain.
A MEXICAN engineers had built
IA a light railway on the Somme,
back of KoSSelle. My company
was waiting to be transported to the
front over this line.
For some reason no train turned
up. The American officer dispatched
a runner back to the British officer
with information that the line had
been blown up. The runner came
up to me and asked for the Big
Noise I took him to the captain.
He was so English that he wore a
monocle.
The doughboy saluted. saying,
"Are you the big noise of this ear
crush? You've got TO huff the
plates, as the doggone train is OF
the metal"
The captain looked at me and
said. ct say. sergeant. what is the
blooming fellow talking about?"
1t 1CaSn't blood, 1t 1CGs
broth. So Lemuel L. Taylor,
tCho liveS at 1851 Caroline
street. felt greatly relieved.
WE had been assigned to deck
w quarters on a transport goin
70 France. One evening while We
we're at mess our ship gave a dis
tress call. then the bugle blew
which meant that We we're to rush
to our assigned quarters. We had
some kind of broth for supper,
which tasted so good that was de-
termined not TO lose my share.
jumped up. put the top on my
mesSkit and thrust it into my shirt
front. While I was running to my
quarters, one of big guns on the
boat fred. II frightened me and
jumped so hard the broth SulaShe'l
out Of the meSskit. It soaked through
10 my skin and I swore that I had
been shot. The warm broth felt like
blood and certainly was relieved
when I found out what really had
happened