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CORDOVA, ALASKA
Headquarters of Cordova
Chapter American Red Cross.
Club House founded in 1908
by Episcopal church. Open
from 1 p. m. to 10 p. m.
REV E. P. ZIEGLER
Supt.
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ARTHUR tUY CflPfY
A dull rumbling could be heard. The
sun was shining. I turned to the man
on my left and asked, “What’s the
noise. Bill?” He did not know, but his
face was of a pea-green color. Jim,
on my right, also did not know, but
suggested that I "awsk” the sergeant.
Coming towards us was an old griz
zled sergeant, properly fed up with
the war, ro I “awsked” him.
“Think it’s going to rain, sergeant?”
He looked at me in contempt, and
grunted, " ’Ow's it a-goin’ ter rain with
the bloomin’ sun a-shinin’?” I looked
guilty.
“Them’s the guns up the line, me
lad, and you'll get enough of ’em be
fore you gets back to Blighty.”
My knees seemed to wijt, and I
squeaked out a weak “Oh!”
Then we started our march up to the
line in ten-kilo treks. After the first
day’s march we arrived at our rest
billets. In France they call them rest
billets, because while In them Tommy
■ works seven days a week and on the i
eighth day of the week he Is given
twenty-four hours “on his own.”
Our billet was a spacious affair, a
large barn on the left side of the road,
which had one hundred entrances,
ninety-nine for shells, rats, wind and
rain, and the hundredth one for Tom
my. I was tired out, and using my
shrapnel-proof helmet (shrapnel proof
until a piece of shrapnel hits it), or
tin hat, for a pillow, lay down in the
straw, and was soon fast asleep. I
must have slept about two hours, when
I awoke with a prickling sensation all
over me. As I thought, the straw had
worked through my uniform. I woke
up the fellow lying on my left, who had
been up the line before, and asked
' him:
“Does the straw bother you, mate?
It’s worked through my uniform and I
can’t sleep.”
In a sleepy voice he answered,
“That ain't straw, them’s cooties.”
From that time on my friends the
“cooties” were constantly with me.
“Cooties,” or body lice, are the bane
of Tommy’s existence.
The aristocracy of the trenches very
seldom call them “cooties,” they speak
of them as fleas.
To an American flea means a small
Insect armed with a bayonet, who is
wont to jab it Into you and then hop
skip and jump to the next place to be
attacked. There is an advantage in
having fleas on you instead of “cooties”
in that in one of his extended jumps
said flea is liable to land on the fel
low next to you; he has the typical
energy and push of the American,
while the “cootie” has the bulldog
tenacity of the Englishman; he holds
on and consolidates or digs in until
his meal is finished.
There is no way to get rid of them
permanently. No matter how often
you bathe, and that is not very often,
or how many times you change your
underwear, your friends the “cooties”
are always in evidence. The billets are
Infested with them, especially so if
there is straw on the floor.
T have taken a bath and put on
brand-new underwear; In fact, a com
plete change of uniform, and then
turned in for the night. The next morn
ing my shirt would be full of them. It
Is a common sight to see eight or ten
soldiers sitting under a tree with their
shirts over their knees engaging in a
“shirt hunt."
■ At nigld about half tin hour before
• “lights out,” you can see the Tommies
. grouped around a candle, trying. In its
dim light, to rid their underwear of
the vermin. A popular and very quick
method Is to take your shirt and draw
ers, and run the seams back and for
ward in the flame from a candle and
burn them out. This practice is dan
gerous, because you are liable to burn
holes in the garments If you are not
careful.
Recruits generally sent to Blighty
for a brand of insect powder adver
tised as “Good for body lice.” The ad
vertisement is quite fight; the powder
Is good for “cooties;” they simply
thrive on it.
The older men of our battalion were
wiser and made scratchers out of
wood. These were rubbed smooth with
a bit of stone or sand to prevent splin
ters. They were about eighteen inches
long, and Tommy guarantees that a
scratcher of this length will reach
any part of the body which may be at
tacked. Some of the fellows were lazy
and only made their scratchers twelve
inches, but many a night when on
guard, looking over the top from the
. fire step of the front-line trench, they
; would have given a thousand “quid”
for the other six Inches.
Once while we were in rest billets an
Irish Hussur regiment camped In an
1 open field opposite our billet After
they had picketed and fed their horses,
a general shirt hunt took place. The
i troopers Ignored the call “Dinner up,”
and kept on with their search for big
game. They had a curious method of
procedure. They huhg their sTnrts over
a hedge and beat them with their en
trenching tool handles.
I asked one of them why they didn’t
pick them off by hand, and he an
swered, “We haven’t had a hath for
nine weeks or a change of clabber. If
I tried to pick the ‘cooties’ off my shirt,
I would be here for duration of war.”
After taking a close look at his shirt, I
agreed with him; It was alive.
The greatest shock a recruit gets
•when he arrives at his battalion in
France Is to see the men engaging in a
“cootie” hunt. With an air of con
tempt and disgust he avoids the com
pany of the older men, until a couple
of days later, In a torment of Itching,
be also has to resort to a shirt hunt,
or spend many a sleepless night of
misery. During these hunts there are
lots of pertinent remarks bandied back
and forth among the explorers, such
as, “Say, Bill, I’ll swap you two little
ones for a big one,” or, “I’ve got a
black one here that looks like Kaiser
Bill.”
One sunny day in the front-line
trench, I saw three officers sitting out
side of their dugout (“cooties” are no
respecters of rank ; I have even noticed
a suspicious uneasiness about a certain
well-known general), one of them was
a major, two of them were exploring
their shifts, paying no attention to the
occasional shells which passed over
head. The major was writing a letter;
every now and then lie would lay aside
his writing-pad, search his shirt for a
few minutes, get an inspiration, and
then resume writing. At last he fin
ished his letter and gave it to his “run
ner.” I was curious to see w hether he
was writing to an insect firm, so when
the runner passed me I engaged him
In conversation and got a glimpse at
.. .1,1 .. i n
addressed to Miss Alice Somebody, in
London. The “runner” informed me
that Miss Somebody was the major’s
sweetheart and that he wrote to her
every day. Just imagine it, writing a
love letter during a “cootie” hunt; but
such is the creed of the trenches.
CHAPTER III.
I Go to Church.
Upon enlistment we hud identity
disks issued to us. These were small
disks of Ted fiber worn around the neck
by means of a string. Most of the Tom
mies also used a little metal disk which
they wore around the left wrist by
means of a chain. They had previous
ly figured it out that if their heads
were blown off, the disk on the left
wrist would identify them. If they lost
rheir left arm the disk around the neck
would serve the purpose, but if their
nead and left arm were blown off, no
one would care who they were, so it
did not matter. On one side of the
disk was inscribed your rank, name,
number and battalion, while on the
other was stamped your religion.
C. of E., meaning Church of Eng
land ; It. C„ Roman Catholic; W., Wes
leyan; P., Presbyterian; hut If you
happened to be an atheist they left it
blank, and just handed you a pick and
shovel. On my disk was stamped C. of
E. This Is how I got it: The lieuten
ant who enlisted me usked my religion.
I was not sure of the religion of the
British army, so I answered, “Oh, any
old filing,” and he promptly put down
C. of E.
Now, just Imagine my hard luck. Out
of five religions I was unlucky enough
to pick the only one where church
parade was compulsory!
The next morning was Sunday. I
was sitting in the billet writing home
do my sister telling her of my wonder
ful exploits while under fire—all re
cruits do this. The sergeant major put
his head in the door of the billet and
shouted: “C. of E. outside for church
parade!”
I kept on writing. Turning to me, in
a loud voice, he asked, “Empey, aren’t
you C. of E.?”
I answered, “Yep.”
In an angry tone, he commanded,
“Don’t you ‘yep’ me. Say, ‘Yes, ser
geant major.’”
“I did so. Somewhat mollified, he
ordered, "Outside for church parade.”
I looked up and answered, “I am
not going to church this morning.”
He said, “Oh, yes, you are 1”
I'answered, “Oh, no, I’m not!’’—But
I went.
(To be Continued)
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