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HOW I WENT "OVER THERE” WITH
PERSHING'S DIVISION
By HAZEL CARTER
Mra. Haiti Carter of Douflaa_ Arts., la a young woman,
twenty-two. whose voting husband. Corporal John J. Carter
of the United State* army, was ordered to France with the
Pershing expedition.
Determined to accompany him, *he obtained a soldier'* uni
form and fell in as a private on his departure. Hhe was five
days at sea en the transport before discovered through a
chance. After the arrival of the famous division In Francs
aho was returned home against her wishes.
It Is a story of romance, dramatic In Its qualities, full of the soldier color and
still is of real news value, since Mrs. Carter Is the first to relate the details of that
voyage and safe arrival first hand—eas that made history.
COPYRIGHT. 1017. BY THE BELL SYNDICATE
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liOAriLS XV.
The Jig’s Up!
WHEN a rookie told me all the
boys were talking about there
being a woman on hoard the
transport I knew thlugs were getting
mighty shaky for me.
Itookles like nothing belter than to
crack wise, as the old timers call it, on
anything connected with their troop.
They have a keener sense for Inside
news than a bird dog has for a flock of
prairie chickens. This recruit was a
specially busy one of the breed. He
was as pleased over the prospect of a
new thrill as a Mexican Is over a plate >
of red hot chill con curnl. It would be |
red hot for me. all right, If they found ,
me out.
By this time Smlthers was proud of i
me as If I was his own private Idea. (
He used to chuckle us much when an i
officer hove In sight and I stood at at- (
tention and saluted .and got away with i
It as he did when the “bones" rolled t
him a good pot in a crap game Then, s
If be saw me watching him, ho would [
try to look very severe and growl: (
"You shouldn’t ought to 'a' done It, i
hiddle. Sure 'ntiff you shouldn't." s
What Cupid Smlthers said when I I
told him the rookies were on the scent «
and were talking sounded like a jjcord t
barrage from the heavy artillery, xou
could smell the sulphur In the air. No
apologies either. He was mad clean 1
through.
' “What them young shavetails need
3s a set of knitting needles,” he growl- v
-cd. “I tell you what you'd better do.
You’d better find that talkative feller £
who tipped you off and see if you can’t |
shame him out’n the idea.” t
That sou ml od fair enough. My cour- j
age began to pick up. The game was
mot over yet by a long way.
I found my rookie astern. He was
with two or three other youngsters.
They were licking Germans right and
left, a favorite pastime of new men In ^
uniform. The old campaigners avoid
talk about soldiering. You would nev
er know by their conversation whether
they were on their way to a war or
a tea re’*- Tc- j . o.. mid the
Jjoches uauwa.v to Berlin and were
using tli© kaiser’s helmet for a cuspi
dor when I broke in.
“Hey there. Kid Pinkerton," 1 rag
ged. “Found the fern yet?”
“What do you mean?" demanded my
rookie, blushing like a high school boy.
He knew I was kidding him.
“Didn't you tell me there^ was a wo
man on board?"
“Sure I did. I heard’’—
“WeH, you sure are some fall guy.
Maybe you beard we are going to light
the Fritzes with pea shooters too.
You’d better get bep-to yourself. Tbe
first thing you know you’ll be answer
lug to the name o' Patsy around here."
Rookie Silenced.
That last shot hit the boy hard. He
suspected they were stringing him.
Every soldier dreads being singled out
for the butt of his comrades' jokes. An
army Patsy has a pretty tough time of
It. 1 was safe from that rookie, for
the present at least.
I sneaked forward to the quarters
■where my husband was bunking as
soon as “lights out" I was auxious to
tell him what had happened. He was
worried, but he tried not to show It.
He told me to cheer up; that no matter
what happened he would stand by.
iW’as I happy? Ask me. After all, he
might weaken and let me go with him
Into France. Right then I wouldn’t
have traded my trusty old doughboy
outfit for the swellest wardrobe iu New
York city, and, from what we hear
back in Arizona, that is saying a heap.
1 didn’t sleep much. I felt there was
something in the air. Before midnight
there was a submarine ularm. The
old timer in the bunk under me hadn’t
bit the floor before he began to squawk.
“Some son of a sea cook has snared
my life belt!” be complained loudly.
He was digging up his bunk like a
dog after a rabbit. Blankets, shoes and
clothes were flying In all directions.
The alarm sergeant, whose duty it was
to see that all hands were out of quar
ters and on deck, was prodding him
none too gently to husten him. A sol
dier from H company, a pal of his.
came running up.
"Aw, g’wau, you rummy!” he called, .
stopping long enough to have a good
laugh. “You’ve got it on you.”
The old timer beat It quick. It was
the first tip we had he was taking no
chances on being kissed by a subma
rine. Afterward he Insisted he had
been trying it on aud left It there by
mistake, but the boys wouldn’t listen
to him. You're Just aa likely to get
UUkiLtaA roffin -audJoraet atwul h*T
•
lug It on as one of those seagoing life
preservers. They had Ills number.
The next morning I decided not to
risk going up for drill. The rumor
ibout the woman was too fresh to be
tafe. If it bad reached any of the offi
cers they would he on the watch.
We turned out at 5 o’clock. Pulling
*u our shoes, we next folded our blan
lets, placed them at the head of our
tunks and prepared for inspection.
Sverything was as neat and clean as a
>in. Not a scrap of paper or a bit of
■efuse could be found anywhere
American soldiers are always clean, it
s a hard and fast rule of the service,
fhey never wait until Saturday night
o take a bath. A regular always looks
is if he had just been laundered.
I_ remained lielow, busying myself
round the bunks. The men had been
lit only a few minutes when 1 heard
oices. I glanced toward the entrance
f our bunk room. Two lieutenants
cere coming toward me between the
lers. I slipped In between two bunks
0 I would be out of sight as much as
osslble and became very industrious
ine of them saw me. 1 know now he
ras looking for me, but then there was
faint hope he was merely on regular
ispectiou. Since I have been told ev- j
ry man on deck was carefully scru- )
Inlzed. He strode up.
"What are you doing here?” he de
tanded.
1 knew in a minute the rookies’ ru
tors hud reached the C. O.’s. 1 decid
1 to bluff * through to the end. There
■as nothing to be lost by trying.
“I’m room orderly, sir," I replied,
timing promptly to attention and sa
lting. The room orderly stays below
0 see everything is In order and shlp
hape.
“Your name?"
“Carter, sir—K company.”
“Let me see your chest.”
“Well, look at It.”
I stood up squarely in front of him.
t was my lust chance.
“I will,” he said, at the same time
ea.chlug out and grabbing my shirt to j
ip it nnen at tho thoet. T clutched his
1 i - ..I „oth m none and held on.
tne Jig was up. I was not frightened,
dy only thought was for my husband.
IVbat would they do to him? I could
lot fry, although I tried my best. Be
ng a woman, i thought it was expect
'd of me. The lieutenant loosened his
{rip on my shirt. He took me gently
>ut firmly by the arm.
“Don’t worry, little girl. No one Is
;oiug to hurt you,’’ he said. His voice
was husky. “You were certainly a
lime one," lie added, which I took as
i compliment.
Then, turning to the other one of the 1
jfflcers, he gave the order that ended
my career as a doughboy—
“Send for the major!"
I did a lot of thinking during those
silent few minutes while we were wait
ing for the major. Neither of the offi
cers said a word. They seemed to be
unable to realise such a thing could
actually have happened right under
their eyes. What! A woman come all
the way from Douglas, Aria., to “some
where la the Atlantic’’ without they
getting wise? Nonsense! But there I
was. They had to face the fact. So
did I. What more I was going to faco
I did not know.
Facing the Music.
The major came In on the doable
quick, and he wasn't bothering much
about his military bearing cither. He
was too excited to be anything except
Just natural. When he quickly con
vinced himself 1 was real aud not a
fake scare he sent for the quartermas
ter captain of the ship.
I wanted to see my husband pretty
bad by this time. If he had appeared
on the scene 1 guess 1 w ;uld just nat
urally have broken away from that
bunch, officers or no officers, aud grab
bed him. They would have bad to pry
me away from Corporal Carter with a
bayonet.
The quartermaster captain came la
all a-bluster. He was us mad as a
bear with a sore ear. A U boat would
have beeu welcome alongside of me.
“What are your Intentions?” he de
manded. He gave me a swell Imita
tion of a clap of thunder. He expected
me to drop dead of fright, but I fooled
him. This didn’t help his temper any.
“I want to go to France aud join the
Red Cross,” I said.
“Why didn’t you join it at home In
stead of trying to make a goat out ol
the army?’’
'T’m not trying to do anything but
get to France with my husband,” 1
answered. “If he Is wounded I wan)
to be there to take care of him. Thai
stum for the rest of the boys in Jf com
pany too. ^'ky snoma i sit uacs oou«
In a rocking chair and wait while gom,
strange woman la nursing the one i
love and Ills comrades? I'll go right t<
the trenches with Ida. I'll fight wit;
him, and If he or any of the other boyi
are hurt I'll drop my gun and take can
of them ”
"We'll see about that." snapped tb<
quartermaster captain. "Hlght now
you'll come with me. Fall In there
men."
I marched up to the orderly room on
the lop deck with an advance and rear
| guard of one officer each. The Q. C.
was In command of the ship. The oth
I ers were trailers.
Without further ado court went into
session. Of course they thought my
whole trip had been fixed up by my
husband and some of his men. They
tried their best to get me to name my
allies, but 1 never did. How could I
when I didn’t have any at the start?
I told my story straight, exactly as it
happened, and that Is all there was to
It. Not once did they trip me tip
Finally they gave it up as a bad job
and ordered me to a stateroom on the
first deck, under guard.
Then they sent for my husband. The
boys told me later that when an order,
ly came and told him he was wanted
by the quartermaster captain be turned
as white as a sheet and almost collaps
ed. hut in a second he bucked up like
a regular soldier. He couldn’t obey
orders quick enough, because he want
ed to know what they had done with
me. It was a shame, for he had never
been up for anything before, and this
hurt his record.
The first thing he MUrted out when
he reached that Impromptu courtroom
was:
“Where's fbe kiddle?"
He was on. Tho only answer he go*
was a heavy volley of cold looks. It
didn’t take him long to discover a mili
tary court is no respecter of Cupid.
He had a mighty uncomfortable half
hour worrying, until he finally found'
out I was safe. All that time they
kept him busy answering questions and'
denying he had planned the trip. It
was hard to make them believe he did
not know I was on the boat until we
were well outside of Sandy Hook.
They brought me back to confront
him und to question 11s together.
Wasn't I proud of him. though, when
I saw him standing there, straight and
trim and full of courago, his chin in
the air. his shoulders back, ready to
face any kind of music they had to
play! Ho half started toward me. and
I mode a running Jump for him.
“Attention!" shouted the quartermas
ter captain, pounding the desk with
(To be Continued)
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(By United Press)
NEW YORK, Oct. 10. — When Carl
Morris proved Fred Fulton's com
plaints were justified by fouling Ful
ton repeatedly in their last meeting
he earned for himself a reputation
that will prevent his ever reaching
anything higher than the spot he now
holds in the eyes of pugilism.
San Francisco, for instance, has
served notice that it wants none of the
"professional bruiser."
And, following (his lead, cltie? in all
sections of the country where boxing
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who once won on a foul by Fulton only
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Matt Hinkel, combining with othei
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