* OREGON STA rr l’RR A' NOV 14 M2 Sentry “No man can suffer too much nor fall too soon, if he suffers or if he fall in the defense of the liberties »nd constitution of his country.”—Daniel Webster All French North Africa, including .Morocco, capitulated to the American expendition at 7 a.m. (11 a.m. PWT) yes- terday. * The United States and British expedition was driving eastward at top speed from Algiers toward the Germans .1 i now- in Tunisia, American and British forces reached and occupied Bougie, 110 miles east of Algiers, early today.' (The capitulation does not include Tunisia and all indi­ cations were that there would be a clash there.) 4 11 Generals, Lieutenants, Privates, Tell of Big Day 24 Years Ago ♦-------------------------------------- Col. Gordon H. McCoy At the 11th hour of the 11th month, in 1918, Camp Adair’s pres­ ent commanding officer, Col. Gor­ don H. McCoy, was so affected by the sudden.silence that he stopped the motorcycle which was taking him to a hospital. “Yes, I knew about the Armis­ tice,” he said when asked whether he really was aware of the reason for an end to the -firing, “but the change, from incessant noise all- along the front, to deathlike si­ lence,, was so impressive that I just couldn’t keep on going. I had to stop and let it sink in and try to understand what had happened. And I guess I was pretty sick. My temperature, that night, was 103. I had bronchial pneumonia.” Col. McCoy was riding in a side­ car, and when the motorcycle stopped he was about six kilome­ ters north of Verdun and not far from tragic Dead Man’s Hill. He was'Commanding officer of the 2nd. Battalion, 364th F. A., and had I been at the front for several weeks on inspection. The weather was ter­ rible and he had fallen ill and if he had been forced to remain there longer he might not have survived it. “I remember distinctly,” he said, “the rumbling of the guns on that morning and its sudden end and the silence of a graveyard that fol­ lowed. I remember the sight of girls dancing with soldiers in the streets of Verdun, as we rode through the town, and then the soli- tary Frenchman, waving his hat, from a bicycle on the towpath of the Meuse Canal, and crying ’Fine la Guerre.’ ”We rode on down, over that road which follows the Meuse, through St. Mi Kiel and as far as Commerev, which we reached about ICnnttnned on pare 4. column 1) 4s You Were, Sir $1.50 a Year by Mail V mama I s A faaaxvn innliirltnn- \f rx /» • » ral ♦ 111 i Officials From Two States Will Be Here Stay-at-Homes—They Fight Too O reg on-Wa shing ton Dignitaries To Get Close-Up View of Army; Will Be "Inducted" for One Day The Unfenoum Soldier Speaks Some 50 men prominent in the civilian life of Oregon and Washington will be “in the army today—but for today only,” as they get a close-up view of real army life at Camp Adair to be provided by officers and troops of the “Timber Wolf” Division, under the command of Major General Gilbert R. Cook. It won’t be a plush-cushion day. As explained through offices of Brigadier General Wil­ liam C. Dunckel, in charge of the arrangements, the agenda has been arranged with a dual purpose. Primarily the program will serve as a gesture of appre­ ciation for the excellent cooperation which the command has consistently received from civilians. Secondly it will help these citizens, who represent a pretty complete cross section of public life, to get some real idea of what the sejectee will meet when he arrives for Army service. By Gail Cleland Lt. Col.. Chaplain I am the Unknown Soldier. When that last burst of shell struck me down in No-Man’s Land, and from my broken body life went out, I seemed to hear angelic voices bidding me take heart, for I had not lived in vain, since my Girl-Bride, whom I had wed one month before I sailed for France, would bear a Son to carry on my name. 4 And now, my Son, I come to you To speak of things forever true. A man must change his value scale, When Death has drawn aside the veil; For money, fortune, fame and power, May pass away in one short hour; But some things to the poorest given Outlast the very stars of heaven. The Best is neither new nor odd, But old as Truth, and Love and God. Still Time to Crash Big Dough for Photos f Members of the Armed Forces all over the country are submit­ ting photographs in the national contest sponsored by the American Red Cross. The pictures are to de­ pict some phase of Red Sross serv­ ice or to be symbolic of the organ­ ization's humanitarian motives and can be submitted up to Dec. 31 when the contest closes. Monthly awards are 1st prize $200, 2nd $100, 3rd $50, and 33 spe­ cial merit awards of $25. Grand award prizes are 1st $500, 2nd $300, 3rd $200, 4th $100 and 10 honorable mentions of $50. No print more than I 10 inches in longest dimensions may be entered, nor prints smaller than 5 by 7. Negatives and prints should be mailed to 598 Madison Ave., New York City. The back of each entry should have the name and address of the sender and a brief title or description of the picture. THIS WAR IS GETTING TOUGH Fruit drinks, milk, cocoa and tea will be substituted for cof­ fee, the Quartermaster Corps announces, when the army stops serving coffee except at one meal a day, beginning in Janu­ ary. One man will-be allotted four pounds per 100 men per meal, instead of seven as at present. This holds in the United States. Men serving overseas may have as much as they want, although it is reported that the soldiers in this war tare less for coffee than did their predecessors, in the other war. Civilians are limited to one cup of coffee a day, beginning Nov. 28. All wars are hellish things, and such was that in which 1 fought—in muddy trench and shell-torn field, with rifle, ghs- mask, hand grenade, and biting thrust of bayonet steel. One night, while fiery flares with lurid daylight lit the ground, and screaming shells were bursting all around, an order came direct­ ing us to go. My regiment advanced and met the foe. We grappled with them breast to breast, And beat them back with fighting zest, Believing that unwritten laws Give victory to a righteous cause. And we were right, that fateful night— We met them, and we overcame, We won that bloody battle-game, Our line swept wide, but I — I died? If you ask why, I give reply, THERE’S THAT IN ME THAT MUST BE FREE. Full four-and-twenty years have passed and now once more the cannon-blast has put an end to peaceful mirth, the strife has gripped the sad, old earth. The wraith of War, with poisoned breath, broadcasts the awful seeds of death, while hatred, like a tidal wave, engulfs the world in one vast grave, And you, my Son, of man's estate, arc called to serve, for such is fate. It matters not what worth or state,—the guns do not discriminate—a mother with her little babe, a working man, a sweet young maid, a soldier or an aged man, a saint with whom an age began—for bombs are blind and deaf and dumb; no conscience guides a motor’s hum; an engine speaks with voice of hell, and heeds no answer but a shell. r room, A large room. A very large mom. Aha noted, and filled with soldiers, including officers and non­ coms the very least of which ap­ peared to Aha to be a master ser­ geant. “ Here’s your class,” said the lieutenant, and wheeled out. The class eyed Aha expectantly. There was the rookie left stand­ ing on a raised platform Everyone, it seemed, expected him to conduct a refresher course in heavy artil­ lery firing Eventually, of course, it was found that Aha had come to learn about boiler firing, but Pvt Aha couldn't quite manage a military exit. The poor fellow, in fact, stunk away. I volunteered. There was a trace Of tear-drops on your mother’s face, Which she had bravely brushed away— I knew she would not have me stay; To stay at home in such a time Had seemed to us almost a crime; So I resolved to give my best; I left my Bride all I.possessed— My bank-book, my insurance claim, My faith and hope, and my good name. But war's more deadly now than then, Since thund’ring engines fight with men; The genius of the human brain Has found new ways to count the slain; Destruction is by wholesale planned, To drive whole nations from their land. The endless march of death machines Has blotted out familiar scenes, And Science, once our boast and pride,- Invites mankind to suicide. I What madness launched this deed of shame, Conceived this “crime without a name?” Some babble of a “master race;” Some passion led by snarling face; Some broken faith and secret spies, A crooked cross, and specious liex. Some insane cry of “racial sin,” And “death to Jew's," the Lord Christ’s kin. Thus human Freedom takes to flight Before a madman's conquering might. To free the world from such a blight, and vindicate the truth and nght; one hundred million people saved, who now are hopelessly enslaved, the victims of a plundering host. — to give them back a faith now lost; to help bring in the brighter day, and learn to live the Master’s way — in such a Cause to have some part, should claim the noblest head and heart. I —Statesman Cut From left to right: Miss Gerrie O'Brien, of the Post Exchange Office; Mrs. May D. Duvall, of PX 8; Lt. Victor J. Mix, assistant post exchange officer. Mrs. Duvall, wife of S Sgt. Frederick C. Duvall, instructor al the Cooks and Bakers School, saved money from her pay and also from her allotment and bought $206 worth of war bonds. (Public Relations Photo). I was just twenty-one years old when I went off to war. It seemed the only thing to do, when our great President, Woodrow Wilson, spoke immortal words and, prophet-like, de­ clared the day had come when America must spend her blood and might for principles that gave her birth, and the peace which she had cherished. God helping her, she could do no other. Earnest Alton Shafer, post engineer, as he was about the time World War No. 1 ended. He was a 1st lieutenant, and with other officers was lined up against a stone »all at Domremy, where Joan of Arc was born, to be shot—by a camera. 'Whafs Your Business?' 'Firing, Sir. Pvt. Aha Then Whisked into Difficulty “Once I learn how to fire these furnaces in these camp buildings, you think I can learn about heavy artillery firing, huh?” asks Pvt. George Aha. a jeep in Hq. Co.. SCV. He asks it in a hurt, wistful way. Aha. a rookie with little basic training under his belt, was one of those chosen recently to le»rn how to fire the heating boilers about camp He reported to a designated building in one of the divisions and was standing idly by when a lieu­ tenant brusquely asked him his business. “Firing, sir,” said Aha Whereupon the lieutenant seized the r-s-ku and ahiskisl him Ui a with the responsibility of Africo News ls GoodTimberWolvesHosts Adair Vets of First War Recall ____ ■ circulating post informa­ tion and news at Camp Adair. Oregon. Camp Adair, Oregon, Thursday, November 12, 1042. Major General Gilbert R. Cook and Col. Gordon H. McCoy will learn for the first time, if they read the Armistice Day reminis- censes which follow, that they both were in the French city of Com- mercy on the day firing ceased in World War No. 1. Others, officers and enlisted men now at Camp Adair, will be hap­ pily amazed to see that they were within a few miles of one another, all poised for a terrific drive on the fortress-city of Metz, when hostilities ended. Possibly this retelling of the old story will make for a renewal, among the older heads here, of that matchless comradeship which comes only through the sharing of hard­ ship and danger at the front. Perhaps the younger men will read and find that military service in war is not so much of a sacri­ fice, after all, if it can leave such memories. Maybe it’s more a gamble, for high stakes. The loser dies, or is disabled. The winner has a treasure that can’t be esti­ mated in money. Now here are a few Armistice recollections. If there are, in this camp, more exciting stories, don’t blame your newspaper, which last week invited one and all to submit them. And please note that th^se stories are not in sequence accord­ ing to rank. They are all mixed up: • 4 weekly journal devoted to maintaining moral«, Camp Adair, Oregon Mounting Guard in Vol. 1„ No.-30. _____v This Cause outweighs ail gain or loss; For this, died Christ upon His Cross. Go, serve, my Son. and ne'er retreat,— Come life or death, such toil is sweet. If life, then live with spirit high; If death, then show how free men die. Give your proud blood to melt the sod, And your unconquered soul to God. If men ask Why, give this reply, THE WORLD MUST BE FOREVER FREE! CONGRATULATIONS The Oregon Statesman, Salem’s outstanding morning newspaper, did a swell job in getting out a special Camp Adair edition last Sunday. Steve Merglar, managing editor, and the entire staff are to be com­ plimented for the nice things they said about our camp. The edition, all ready for mailing home, may be purchased at any PX. General Bradley Has Armistice Day Rally I Generals Easley and Kane Also Speak at Divisional Assembly in Parade Area High School at Salem Major General Jame« L. Bradley, commanding general I of one of the infantry divisions at Camp Adair, late yesterday Hears Captain Smith addressed the officers and men of the division at a brief Armistice Day ceremony and urged them to develop a "killer More than 1700 Salem high school instinct” for this war. studenta hoard the Armistice day Other speakers on the program were Brigadier General speech delivered by Capt. F. T. Claudius M. Easley. Brigadier General Paul V. Kane, Lt. Col. Smith, QMC director of supply. W. J. Bradley, Chaplain (Lt. Col.) Gail Cleland, and Chaplain The assembly of the studenta was L. A. Thompson and Chaplain T. P. Bermingham. held in the Salem high school Wed­ The ceremony, preceding Re ♦ treat, and including songs by Capt, Day Rooms Will Look L. A. Bach, was held on the par­ ade ground and took place so late Just Like Ma's Parlor that the Sentry can pivsent only a short excerpt from General Curtain rods thousands Of Bradley’s address. He emphasized them. the training of the individual sol­ The ('. D. Johnson Lumber Co., dier and reasserted his determina­ Toledo, Oregon, has sent to Camp tion to put a hardened combat team Adair enough curtain rods to hang into the field with the least possi­ drapes in all the company day- ble delay. rooms in the camp. “These first weeks of training,” Learning of the need for day- he said, “will develop every soldier fintil he attains technical and tac­ room equipment through the Rev- tical efficiency. We will grasp the erend Charles Neville, Lincoln thorn in our hands and prepare county chairman, Red Cross Camp our minds and bodies for the hard­ and Hospital committee, Mr. John­ ships that must come la-fore final son agreed to furnish 7,756 lineal feet of one inch rod, cut in the re­ victory. “We must be tough, mentally, quired four-foot lengths. An army each man possessing a killer in­ truck, making a routine run from stinct — a terror to his enemies Toledo to Camp Adair transported and anxious to close with him in the rods. Those not already distrib­ combat for the honor of the divi­ uted are in the Special Services sion and in service to our country. warehouse for use as needed. Aroused and in condition we arc the best fighting men in the Major Fraser Makes world." Armistice Day Speech P.O. Warning: Be Sure You've Enough Stamps! Major James W Fraser, Ord­ nance Officer, was the principal speaker at the annual Armistice Day dinner held by the Silverton, . Ore. American le-giori Post last night. Major Fraser, an army specialist in the plant of the Army Ordnance Office in Peoria, III., on November 11, 1918, addressed the legion­ naires on “The Armistice, 1918, To­ day and the Future Armistice.” The camp post office calls at- ■ tention to a warning by Post­ master E. T. Hedund, of Portland, that insufficient postage on over­ seas mail is burdensome and causes delay. He announces that airmal ad­ dressed to a member of the armed forces in care of the postmaster of New York, San Francisco, New DID HE SHOOT DESCHUTES? Orleans, Miami or Presque Isle. The Lions of Albany are sure Maine, should be prepaid at the to roar with amazement when rate of 6 cents for each half ounce. Lt. George H. Godfrey entertains Airmail addressed to a member of the armed forces in care of the I them at the Lions Club meeting next Tuesday with an account postmaster of Seattle should be of his many experiences at prepaid at the rate of 6 cents an shooting river rapids. ounce. Lt. Godfrey has won out over such dangerous rivers .*» Hell's Wanna Ride? Canyon in the Snake River, De­ Want to ride to Eugene and schutes River, and the John Day back every week day ? River — all in Oregon. Also If so. get in touch with Miss I the middle fork of the Salmon Dearborn, phone 2900, and she'll i River in Idaho The Lions Club put you in touch with a fellow is meeting in the Albany hotel who makes the 'drive. He has room at 6:30 o'clock. for Uir