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BARNWELL SENTINEL, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA SINGS TO BOYS IN CAMP Boys of Ninth Massachusetts and Fighting Sixty-nintlv of New York Die Fighting With Smiles on Their Lips, but Huni “Pay”— Yank, Taken Prisoner by Three Huns, Drops Gre- „ nade and Kills Captors and Self. behind, '■> Suddenly one of our shell* lit. within n few; yards' of the party. THe three Germans ducked. - I thought at first our hoy had. lint, no, he had readied into his hip pocket. lie dropped a hand grenade directly at his own feet and those of Ills captors —and the three Germans were killed. “I got there quickly afterward to whejre he lay. He smiled up at me. Yes. he smiled, though his arm and half his side had been blown off. “ ‘God f boy,’ ! said, horrified, ‘why did you do thut? “ ‘Saw rue getjcrn, did you, Doc?’ he Baris—“Will the Irish fight?" The same old answer may he made. They will. It can be made on the rec ords of two famous Irish-American regiments In France. It Is a record that makes men of Irish blood hold their heads high. It.is a record that betters the brightest page of Ameri ca’s most glorious military annals. These two regiments (one used to bo the old Ninth Massachusetts and the other the Fighting Sixty-ninth of New York) were in every had scrap the American army has been in. The tales <tf their prowess are Just now filtering buck to Paris. They may he told because the censor at headquar ters has now ruled that regiments muy be named for their part in such fight ing as preceded that on the Itlver VeSle. ’ The Ninth and the Sixty-ninth were In almost all of It. The utory does not come from official reports. If comes bom the Hits of two men, ♦Vue a doc tor In- the Ninth and the other a chup- laln In the Sixty-ninth,who saw whnt they relate. These two have secu many soldiers die. They know what bravery and courage and cheerfulness answered “‘Yes, but—’ I dldpjt know what to say as I tried to dress that frightful wound. Gave Life to Get Three. “ ‘Well, doctor,’ he said gravely. ‘I’d been to communion- this morning- and I guess T was ready to die. But I wasn’t ready to go to- Germany. They ‘searched me fop grenades When they got me, the three of them, aiid they took those out of my hag and out of my side pocket. But 1 always carry one tucked Into my pant** when I g<i out, here, just in.case of—well, anything like this. And when those ^breelQemians ducked Itrcnme through toy. mind a lot quicker than I can tell it that three dead Germans and one dead Amerieon was a lot more on our side of the score Jhnn three live Gejp- mnns and an Amepicun as good as dend:!n 'Berlin. So I let her go.’ i.- “He tried to raise his head ami look nround. >■ - . H ‘Never inlnd, boy, you got them all,’ I assured him. “ 'Any—any chance for me, doc?’ he VAJ.) 1—One of the picturesque bridges over the Vesle which the retreating Huns destroyed. 2—Little Serbian refugees who arrived in London and were sent"to country homedT"" .‘I—First photograph showing the retreat of the. Bulgarian* before their surrender. ‘, "" . ’ ’ »• CLOQUET, MINN., DESTROYED BY GREAT FOREST FIRES Lieut. Simon Kelleher of the Ninth He tells was In Paris the other day the story of his boys. And most of the time he Is either laughing, or tears Involuntarily creep out the comers of his eyes, and drop unashamed down his browned cheeks. Lieutenant Kelleher’s stories show that the Irish hoys of- his regiment. the boys of Boston, Smith Boston, Itox- bnry. Cambridge and Charlestown, fought with the cool courage that held the fire on Bunker Til 11 until those *- | Americans of an earlier day “saw the whites of their eyes." They show that these boys—and most of them were mere hoys—died face to the front, a grim smile on their lips, fighting, doing their soldiers’ duty to the last breath of ebbing life. Each la-aft beat of the all-too-few left throbbed hut to one purpose—-to fight. No man of the Ninth died, says Lieutenant Kelleher, without taking toll and more of en emy lives with him. One for Each Shot “Just now the numes of these heroes may not be mentioned. But “Kelly and Burke and Shea" are there, all of them, and many more. Lieutenant Kelleher says nothing of his own gal lantry. But his stories show that he. too, served. He was not called on for the supreme sacrifice. But he offered his life n thousand times on first aid dressing expeditions to the farthest outposts and beyond. “I’d been told there was a wounded man in an advanced traverse," he says. “I crawled slowly up to get him. I heard his labored breathing In the lulls of the gunfire. And then I round ed the corner of the trench. There he sat, propped ogatnst the wall. Ills breath came In tearing gasps and wltli each one the blood gushed from hid chest; for he had been shot through the liyigs. HA was a hoy I had known all my life. “ They got you bad. Pack,’ I sal-l, as I tried to help him. “They sure did, Sime,’ he replied. ‘But looka there.’ “1 followed the wave of the empty pistol he still held In his hand, and there stretched across the opposite parupet were six dead Germans, one for every shot lri his ^oin. They had got him only when the gun ha.tL.einp- tled. Estopped the bleeding as best I could and we got him hack to an J imbuluiict!. But he died four hours ater. I guess his life was well paid for. “It wasrfhls same sharp raid of the' Germans thut produced one of - the coolest bits of desperate courage I ever saw. One of our boys had been captured by three Germans and tie was being led off as they retreated, one on either side of him and one “OuC soldiers think the only real queen on earth Is the American girl,” declares Miss Theresa A. Smith, who has Just returned from a tour of sing ing to the soldiers in camp for tiu* Y. M. C. A. • - L Miss Smith's home is in Brooklyn, and. she Is known among the concert* goers as “The Danish Nightingale," find she has sung her way Into the hearts of the bpys In the camps, “I didn’t answer and ho,knew. Ills remaining hand crept beneath his blood-soaked tunic, gripped something tight and stayed there. After a mo ment he spoke again. “ ‘Doc,’ ho saWr’ydtt know all the hoys arouud our square. I wi don Id know I Was game. "’And, dot will you tell my I went “Slowly his hand came out; 4t opened ->*•* -V gun bullets that would have clipped tne hud I raised on my elbow. “Pd gone perhaps 50 yards when I heard n rustle in the grass behind me, and there were two of Hurley’s hoys. They said the captain had sent them to carry me hack If nhything happened. Now listen to the—rest~rrC fh—I—sent his voice was weaker. f mother I .\Hl that was left of tiro town of Cloquet after it had been Ion of northeastern .Minnesota, killing 1,000 persons anddnim there chasing hack to their company and crawled ahead. Just as I got to this ridge the bullet* got me. My wounded man was across an open sprfee and I knew I couldn’t get to hipi. I was afraid if I waited till dark I’d bleed to death, so I put a tourniquet on my leg and started hack. Forgot About Wound. “Now. all of this is just preliminary. They got roe back to a hospital a day: Inter and I’d hardly got Settled in my cot when who should they put- down Iti Hit cot next to me hilt Captain Hur ley hlmst-LL He—was—badly »smashed up lit the i*eg. too. The leg had been dressed at the ..dressing station and When they got him settled they started to take off his clothes. As they pulled at kis shirt he let out a howl. k 4 “The shirt was stuck to hi$ chest with blood. He had a wound there thut the doctors at the dressing sta tion had never discovered. had-T had this when slowly that boy’s hand strangely old and worn with the bloodstains and grime. Slowly It opened and there in the blackened palm glistened a tiny, bright silver crucifix. He was dead." _ Won't Stop Fighting. It’s Chaplain Huhley who tells the btory of the Slity-nlnth. They refer to the chaplain us-holding the clerical record fof mileage in No Man's land. They can’t keep him off patrols. Chap lain Hanley knows the story of most of the casualties of the Sixty-ninth. He substantiates the statement that hot a man has been killed or wounded by n German Imyonct, notwithstanding the regiment has encountered In pitch ed and open battle three, of the five divisions of (he Prussian Guard at one time and another of Its career. Need less to say, the I’russlau Guard divis ion can make no such boast, Fhther Hnnley says the hardest time they have with casualties In the Sixty-ninth Is t<* make them stop fighting when they’re hit. He Is himself just recov ering from a wounded leg. “The officers are as bad as the men,” he declares. “The day I got this wound I was working up with Captain Hurley’s company. They'd been driv en hack a little by a vicious German HERE'S CURE, FOR KULTUR KING GEORGE VISITS FORESTRY WORKERS Why, captain said the doctor, looking puzzled at the casualty tag, it doesn’t say anything about the chest When did you get this one?* ‘“What day is this?’ asked the cap- tain. “‘Wednesday,’ said a nurse. “ ‘Now, let’s see,’ snid the captain. 'Chaplain, you were-up there* yester day. I must have got this on Mon day.’- - _ All the’lime he’d been sending men barrage and they were on u little ridge. They’d got orders to hold It, and they did, for four days. When they left It they went ahead. . “Well, I was up there this day and I heard of a wounded man alieqd and a little to one side, just over the edge of the hill toward the Gentian lines. I told the captain I’d better go* to him npil he wanted to detail a couple of men to help me. I declined and start l'd off by myself, crawling on my stom ach underneath a stream of nmchine- ofit to take care of me he’d hail -that hole |h his own chest and the shirt frozen over his big heart with .his own blood. •“‘You’re a captain.’ I said to him. ‘'You’re always cautioning the boys to report wounds and. get them cared for. You stayed up there two days and you never even told me^about It.’ “‘Honest, chaplain,’ he replied, ‘I You know we had Photo by W<.-«tfrn Newnpopor Union In order to see the-'work done by British forestry workers on the western front King George took a .trip through a French forest. % lie Is shown con gratulating a lumberman on Ids expert work In felling a tree. r_ This British otlicial photograph gives an Idea of the magnitude of the shells used in the treatment and cure of Gen man militarism and kultur. Bfntgot all about it orders to hang onto that dinky hill And we were awful busy.’ ” Receipt in Full. —A little episode that occurred when l was. about .to leave rhe J^ClrTn Kwan hotel at Tang Kang Tzu, Japan, says Mr. Joseph I., C. Clark in Japan at First Hand, amused* me greatly. I had “tipped” a very efficient little maid, and was not surprised to see AUSTRIAN PLANE SHOT.DOWN IN ITALY INCREASE IN POTATO YIELD Average in This.Country Has Risen From 71 to 97 Bushels Since 1894. ' Washingto'nThe yield of potatoes per acre Is gradually Increasing, the rrrnrdn »nf the hiiiTatT of- crop esti mates show. During 1800-1874 the -verage was 01 bushels, hqt it declined to 71.3 bushels in 1875-1894- Ber- eptihle recovery was made In the fol lowing ten-year period and a much !arger, recovery, rBltig* fb" n new high- water mark, was reached In 1005-1014, -with Its average yield of 07 bushel® per acre. 'This Increase Is due t<x—veriYins causes, among which are greater sp**- 'filizatton of production, more Intern -Ive treatment nnd higher fertility o' he soil. 1 The ten-year average yield f 07 bushels per acre In 1005-1014.was >1 lowed by 00.3 bushels In WT5, 30.5 ushels law year V>f 1016, with the. others to how us opt with smiles and good wishes, “Sal vo na ru.” Suddenly, as one who had forgot ten something' important, lifllc Miss Blum Budding rushed over to, roe, thrust, a paper into my hand, and hacked off. houipg an*f 'smiling, f I fear I .blushed as.I put fhe paper into my pocket. Later,- on the train, I asked my learned friend, TJyeda, to translate Its ideographs* fi.j* me, lie' read It aloud, solemnly: - Truth* About Premonition Ps be 4 he truth ^|How is that?” asked the caller. ri “Why,” replied the editor, “4feau- r Ttr ing about the death of Mrs. Roundel I referred to Mr. I(ounder‘ as ‘the ne reaved widower,’ hut the composite, made it ‘the relieved widower,’ \an<j'l, got Into the paper that way, and Rounder never even called up. to mand a correction.” nd 190.8 bushels in .101 Compnred with population tin* yield potatoes .Iper acre declined from ’'<66-1874 to 1905-1014. The gain of production per capita In recent year* ha* he^n more because of increased P N t | p+r union" French nnd Canadian orticeH, on a tour of Inspection at the front, taking cover behind a captured German ammunition wagon as the heavy guns open • bombardment of the enemy lines but a few yards distant -- a. giant crune is fuoa<4 wif^ruxtriao p.<*n<- ovsn-uUi*r.u st battle with Italian bird men. The pilot Is now a prisoner ef war In Italy, drrtfon per acre.