Palacios Beacon (Palacios, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 46, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 16, 1933 Page: 3 of 4
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SCHOOL AND COMMUNITY NEWS
The Johs boys visited the home of
Joe Johs in Olivia Sunday.
Miss Aileen Howell spent the week
end with her parents in Ganado.
Friday morning at the assembly
hour the schol conducted Armistice
Day exercises.
Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Cavallin have
taken up their residence at the home
of Mr. John Rampmeier.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Wingart of
Francitas called on Mrs. Pearce at the
teacherage Saturday evening.
Rev. Flathmann was unable to fill
his appointments here Sunday after-
noon, due to road conditions.
Mr. and Mrs. Carl McCord and
daughter, Evelyn, arid Mr. George
Meinke, of Hallettsville, were week-
end guests at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. V. Brocker.
Mrs. Schulte was given a reception
at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Ger-
hard Saturday evening in honor of her
seventy-sixth birthday.
Ivan Cavallin was kicked by his
horse just above the eye Thursday
morning, shortly after he arrived at
school. We are glad to hear that the
physician did not report the case as
serious.
The teachers have reported the fol-
lowing students for the second month
of the term. These pupils have made
an average of 90 % in ail subjects for
the past month:
First Grade—Isabel Henderson, Em-
met Lee Carpenter.
Second Grade—Bertha Gerhard, Ma-
ble Cavallin, Vlasta Skrabanek.
Third Grade—Felton Carpenter.
Fourth Grade—Frank Johs, Adele
Gerhard.
Fifth Grade—Jerome Vrana.
Eighth Grade—Morgan Pearce.
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reached us he too was himself, had
gotten over the idea, reached down tho
bank and grabbed the German by the
arm, helped him up on the road and
started to talk to him in German.
Such a crazy business.
The first wave on our right was a
little ahead, so I ran up opposite them
and began shooting into every clump
of bushes along the road. We were
almost running.
An officer told Haney to ask the Ger-
man where Bellefontainne farm was.
He replied that it was a half kilom-
eter ahead and about the same to the
right. He was ordered to tell us when
we got opposite.
The German presently held up his
hand, and one of our officers shouted:
"Halt!" (I knew we would be get-
ting our instructions through the Ger-
man army before this was over.)
We formed our line to the right,
along a hedge while Haney and ten
men took the German over through the
fog to see that the farm house was
actually there, and then reported back.
We were moving fast and if we had
killed the German we may have gone
away past our objective, and probably
run into more trouble.
Wo dug in behind the hedge and I
was almost at the river. Two unarm-
ed Germans came marching down tha
road with their hands in their pock-
ets and smoking pipes. They didn't
know we were around.
I saw them and shouted. A couple
of the fellows picked up their rifles
and shot. The Germans ran like deer
and were socn lost in the fog.
In a coui le of hours my hole was
dug, so I got a few twigs and tried
to build a fire in the hole. I was al-
most frozen but I couldn't get the fire
started so I lay down and went to
sleep.
Only two more hours. After taking
part in this more or less legal mas-
sacre I would like to be awake at elev-
en o'clock and see the end, but there's
no clerk at this hotel to call at a giv-
en hour, so unless I happen to awaken
I will probably sleep right through the
greatest moment that the world has
known since that first Easter morn-
ing.
Numb with the cold I woke up at
noon. Everett was walking back and
forth behind the holes. When he saw
that I was awake he said, "The artil-
lery quit shooting at eleven o'clock"
Most of the fellows were awake, and
all were wondering if it was really
over. Many of them just couldn't be-
lieve it. I usually had an opinion, but
this time I was lost. It seemed that
it should be over, yet I hardly dared to
think that it was.
I'll bet that if it is, the people back
in the states knew about it hours ago,
and here we are, right in the front
line, and the war has probably been
over for an hour, and we don't get any
word. -<
The major in the Eighty-ninth Di-
vision and the four men that stayed
with him got across the river all right,
and reported to our major. When he
said that he only had four men left in
his batallion he was told to go back
and round them up.
On the way back to the bridge a big
slull came their way, and the major
and his four brave men lay dead. It
might have been forty.
Later on one of the captains rounded
up the batallion. In the meantime a
batallion of the Ninth Infantry came
over in their place. Just as well.
We were still wondering whether or
not we were at war when an officer
came along shortly after noon with a
paper ahead of him and read in a loud
clear voice: "An Armistice has been
declared between the Allied Powers
and Germany. The fighting will stop,
but there will be no fraternization with
| the enemy. If any German tries to
! cross our line, shoot him as you would
! in war." Signed, Charles P. Summer-
' all, Commanding 5th Corps.
[ Then he went along the line and
read it to the others.
! And did we shout? We did not! No
noise. Our celebration was all on the
inside. I stood perfectly still for a
minute, and for the ten thousandth
time said the Lord's Prayer, with the
addition of "Peace on Earth, good will
to men," and felt that it really meant
something.
We collected our junk and got into
a column up on the road. We were
will let us.
The Germans that are not down
here with us are up in the hills, sing-
ing. They have their quartets in ev-
ery outfit, and how they can sing!
We can't carry a tune in a bushel
basket.
Under a roof again. Probably nev-
er again will we camp out. Not with
shells raining on us anyway.
I am not writing all the things that
ara running through my mind today,
because they probably run into the
thousands.
In this battle, the Mouse Argonne,
the Second batallion lost the following:
No officers and twenty-three men kill-
ed; five officers and one hundred and
twenty men wounded; no officers and
four men gassed; no officers and thir-
ty-two men missing.
Total casualties are five officers and
one hundred seventy-nine men out of
about nine hundred.
Besides this there were two officers J
and one hundred fifty-eight men sent j
to the rear account of sickness.
Not so bad this time. Blanc Mont
was much worse.
November 12th, 1918, Tuesday
The Germans were around again this
morning, and some of our men are up
going home. There is nothing here! into the German camp
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for which to stay. The war was over.
I wondered how far it was to Brest.
The fog lifted. Ahead of us were
high hills. Down the river road came
j two Germans, their hands in their
pockets, smoking pipes, and grinning
from ear to ear.
When they reached us they greeted
us in German. Those of us who could
speak German answered them in their
own tongue.
Another pair came down the road,
then others, and it was not long be-
fore it was hard to tell whether this
was the American line with visiting
Germans, or the German line with vis-
iting Americans.
Some of the Germans had been in
America and had worked in New York
and Chicago, in places with which
many of us were familiar. We learn-
ed much about each other.
The question arose as to the identi-
ty of the two at which we had taken
pot shots earlier in the morning, and
two of them said, grinning, "That was
us."
They seemed to think it was an hon-
or to have been shot at by us.
Everyone up here is happy. This is
probably in contrast to some of the
generals who are gnawing their fin-
ger nails now because their sun will
soon be setting. It won't be long be-
fore we can call our souls our own
again.
Some groups are talking German.
Others talking English. They told us
that if the armistice had not come, we
would have got the works this after-
noon. They had the orders on hand,
giving our location and the time for
the barrage, which they assured us
was some barrage.
At about two P. M. Mr. Thayer
went by on a stretcher. Four men
carried him to the river crossing, from
which he was taken back in an ambu-
lance. He was so weak from loss of
blood that he couldn't walk. He surely
did his part.
Over the hill across the river came
a skirmish line of first aid men looking
for wounded in the grass. Upon reach-
ing the river they were dismissed and
turned back.
That is, all but one. He was going
to go swimming and started to un-
dress. We hollered to him that the
water was too cold for him. He told
us it was never too cold for him. Great
big polar bear.
He got all undressed and posed
around for a beef stew for a while
and got all set to dive, all the while
we kept telling him he had better put
one foot in the water first and not get
too reckless.
We bluffffed him into doing that,
and pulled his foot right out again, got
on his clothes and went away with us
razzing him until he was out of sight.
Lieutenant Johnson came over from
the farm house and marched us over
to the barn, where we were given the
stalls. It's a sure thing that there are
no horses or mules on this side of the
river, because if they were, they would
be under cover and we would be out
in the open under the stars.
I remember one time Captain Keely
told some of his me» to put their mu-
sette bags on the combat wagons and
the mule skinners wouldn't accept
them. Later in the march the Cap-
tain found the men carrying the bags
and inquired why. When told he went
to the mule skinners and gave them
the devil, adding for good measure—
"I know you mule skinners. You think
more of your damn mules than you
do these white men."
The dope now is that we are going
up into Germany, but I'm sure we
won't have to walk. It must be a cou-
ple of hundred miles to the Rhine,
and there are so many trucks over here
now that I am sure we can be hauled
up there and not have to wear out our
feet,
This afternoon I went back over the
route from the river crossing. Looked
at the twenty-one graves all in one
place that are on this side of the river.
Last night was a terrible night for
some of us, and a chance for a cele-
bration for the boys behind the lines.
Let 'em celebrate.
Bonfires are lit up all along the
front this evening for the first time.
I would like to be up in a plane to-
night and follow the course of the
front line just by following the bon-
fire1- i
the first night in months that
as comfortable as a fire
—
DeGabain, who speaks French flu-
ently, went several kilometers behind
the German lines yesterday. He told
the French people there that the war
was over and that he was an Ameri-
can soldier, but they wouldn't believe
him, thinking he was a German in a
new uniform.
I was corporal of the guard today.
Mr. Dunbeck called me into the farm
house and told me to clear the place
of Germans because General Summer-
all will be here tomorrow, and if he
finds them around there will be trou-
ble.
Mr. Cornell thinks it's disgraceful
the way we associate with the Ger-
man soldiers, and says so.
I don't see anything disgraceful
about it, but I don't say so. Whether
one is right or wrong, all depends on
who's boss.
I found a German who could speak
English and said to him, "You must
get all the boys together today and
take them up into the hills. An Amer-
ican General is coming here tomorrow,
and as he has given orders for us to
shoot those of you who cross our line,
you had better pass the word to your
men."
"Sure I will," he said, "We have the
«arae orders. If we were both to act
I don't know if there would be more of
you shot for being behind our lines
than there would be of our men for
being in your territory."
As our men came back to camp, they
were told to stick around from now on.
This is what happened to the Sec-
ond batallion of the Fifth Marines dur-
ing the entire war. Coming out of
each battle with some men gone, get-
ting more men and going back in again
five different times at Belleau Wood,
Soissons, St. Miheil, Blanc Mont and
the Argonne, we had:
Officers Men
Killed in Action 16 227
Missing in Action 1 205
Wounded 26 862
Gassed 3 35
Total
243
206
888
38
Total 46 1329 1.375
Besides this there were seven offi-
cers and four hundred and forty-nine
men sent to the rear account of sick-
ness.
We were supposed to have a thou-
sand men in the battalion. After the
first battle we didn't have that many,
but probably averaged about eight
hundred. So not counting the sick
men we had about one hundred seven-
ty-two per cent casualties in the five
battles, or an average of thirty-four
per cent per battle.
This war might be exciting for some
people, but it has been tragedy for us.
November 13th, 1918, Wednesday
Early this morning a farm wagon
drove us to the farm house in which
the officers have their quarters. The
young Frenchman driving the horse
helped them out, and then drove away.
The old couple had lived in the house
until the front had moved up close and
the Germans had sent them farther
away.
Their rooms were now being occu-
pied by our officers. If the old cou-
ple had waited a few days we would
have been gone, but they were in such
a hurry to get back to normalcy that
they returned at once.
I do not know where they were put.
They could hardly sleep on the floor,
so it is likely that a couple of the offi-
cers had to pile out for them. No
wonder some of the officers look grum-
py today.
Late in the morning we were march-
ed out to the hedge where we had
ended our advance at seven o'clock
the morning of the Armistice.
There were about three hundred and
fifty of us. We drew up in the form of
a three sided square; that is, a square
with one side left open.
In this opening were the officers.
Captain Massie said, "You fellows
know how I feel about this, but the
General is coming here pretty soon,
and you are going to hear some heavy
stuff."
We waited, wondering what the
General would say this time. All his
predictions have been fulfilled. He
would see us again across the Meuse.
Many of us would be killed getting
here. Many Germans would bar our
way, but we would know how to deal
with them.
But we Ija.v'e had the point of honor,
and he has to be depending on ^ so
I guess that's all that is necessary.
When he spoke to us on the thirtieth
of October we gave him a little ap-
plause. Wo now felt more like killing
him than applauding, but I don't sup-
pose he knows it and I'm not going
to tell him.
He soon came along afoot, accom-
panied by Mr. Dunbeck, shook hards
with all the officers, then got into the
center of the square, the officers fill-
ing in the fourth side.
He kept turning and looking at us
as he talked for about fifteen minutes.
"Men of the Second Division. We
are assembled at the place to which
you advanced by your fortitude dur-
ing the last day of the war. The last
phase of the Meuse-Argonne, in which
you played so glorious a part, was dis-
tinct succcss in a military way.
"You fulfilled all the expectations
we had as to what you would do. All
your objectives wero- taken on sched-
ule, but now the war is over and we
will soon go to our homes—but—
"I AM VEIW SORRY THAT THE
ARMISTICE HAS BEEN SIGNED.
WE ARE FIGHTING MEN. WE
DON'T WANT TO HIKE TO THE
RHINE. WE WANT TO FIGHT
OUR WAY TO THE RHINE."
Ail this and more was given us while
the General gestured with one hand
and slapped his leg with the swagger
stick that he held in tho other.
The part in capital letters are his
exact words, which I will never forget.
When finished, the General bowsd
low, turned, took a few steps on his
way out and turned back toward us.
Where was the applause? Not a
handclap sounded. Not even our offi-
cers applauded.
He looked at us one by one. We
were at parade rest and looked right
back at him. Not a word was spoken.
The General left.
The Second batallion had unanW j
mously decided that the General had [
said nothing for which applause was j
forthcoming.
He went to the First batallion, which
had also crossed the river, made the
same speech and got the same amount
of applause.
November 14th, 1918, Thursday
Reveille at six A. M. with orders
to pack up and start the march to the j
Rhine.
Some of the fellows who joined us i
just before the last battle began cuss- j
ing today. One battle probably was j
not enough to take the hardness out of i
some of them.
Gunnery Sergeant John Phillips, J
heard it and said, "You fellows were | |
pretty careful of your language while
the war was on, weren't you? Now
that it's all over you forget. Don't be
too sure that it won't start again."
Some of the rest of us will be care-
ful how we talk for a long time to
come.
We left Bellefontaine farm at nine
A. M., hiking back along the road by
the river and passed for the last time
the twenty-one groves on THIS side
of the river, where lie SOME of the
men who were killed in the senseless
attack of the last hours of the war.
Goodbye fellows. It might have
been us.
GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN,
THAN THAT HE GAVE HIS LIFE
TO KEEP THE GENERAL IN GOOD
HUMOR.
Three Classes of
"Boes" Never Mix
Among the American workers there
are no class distinctions. But among
American non-workers, the shifting,
nomadic groups which use empty
freight cars to follow the sun, there
are three distinct classes, and they
never mingle.
Bundle Stiffs are the tramps who
follow the harvests.. They generally
carry a roll of blankets on their backs.
They have their own jungles, and re-
sent being called hoboes—which they
are not, for they are always willing to
work when work is offered.
Hoboes comprise the second class.
They are the knights of the road, the
order of the never-workcrs. In this
i class will be found the harmless tramp
and also criminals
Wild Boys form the third class.
They are the kids from fifteen to twen-
ty who have been roaming the country
jobless and homeless. It is their story
which is presented in the First Na-
tional picture, "Wild Boys of the
Road," which comes to the Franklin
j Theatre, Bay City, Wednesday and
j Thursday, Nov. 22 and23.
The story was written by Danny
! Ahearn, ex-newspaper man, who spent ^
I several months bumming around thir
country with these boys. Frartkie
I Darro, Dorothy Coonan, Rochelle/Hud-
' son, Edwin Philips, Ann Hovpy and
Arthur Hohl are in the cast. William
A. Wellman directed.
Does the constitutional right of free
speech extend to a girl student who
calls her teacher a "sap?" This
weighty question is involved in a rul-
ing by the S.tauket, Long Island,
school board, which has ordered 17-
year-old Elsie Augustaitus to apolo-
gize to her teacher, Harold Fogg, to
whom she applied the offensive epithet.
The fact that Mr. Fogg has invoked
the law to force an apology seems to
indicate that Elsie is right per se.
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