The Martian, journal publié par les soldats américains de l'Hôpital de Mars-sur-Allier , item 2
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Blue stamp in upper left corner
BIBLIOTHEQUE DE LA VILLE
NEVERS
Written in ink, upper left:
2.N.518
THE MARTIAN
HOMMES-36-40
CHEVAUX - 8
Vol. 1 - No. 6
SUNDAY. September, 29, 1918.
Price : 30 centimes.
Left column:
Cartoon drawing of 3 frowning soldiers
These men have just been to see the mail
orderly. What did he tell them? The Martian
offers a prize of a brand new fatigue suit for
the correct answer.
MASONIC SOCIETY
About six weeks ago, a society composed
of Master Masons stationed at this hospital
center, was formed. Nearly two hundred members
now compose the society representing
many different Grand Lodges in the United
States. Meetings are held regularly every
Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock, in the Receiving
Ward of "68". A School of Instruction has
been established and will doubtless prove of
great interest and profit to the many brethren
unable to affiliate with a Masonic Lodge.
HOMEWARD BOUND
(All necessary apologies)
When we are homeward bound,
That sure will be a welcome sound
We like the shot and shell of battle, you see,
But we'd like to have our liberty
We miss our girl back home,
We hope that she is all alone,
Then when the dove of peace flies over the land
And "Home Sweet Home" is played by the band,
Will she be at the pier?
Like Hell she will, she'll be married a year.
Center column:
OBSERVE HISTORIC CEREMONY
For many years the people of St. Pierre-le-Moutier,
the little city below this center, have
been celebrating their deliverance from the
English by Joan of Arc, with a pilgrimage to the
ancient church where she offered prayer after
she had driven away the invader. This pilgrimage
will take place this year on the second
Sunday in October. American soldiers are invited
to take part in the historical ceremony.
In extending the invitation, the Abbe Chargebœuf
said that the French of this vicinity, as
throughout the country, wish to share not only
their sorrows but their joys and their sentiments
with the Americans.
An interesting legend is told of the deliverance
of St. Pierre by Joan of Arc. The English
had waged successful war against the French
and invaded great areas between the sea and
central France. Joan of Arc, born in Domremy,
was called in a vision to lead the army of her
country. She appealed first to the commandant
of Verdun, and in many battles, succeeded
in throwing back the English armies.
The garrison in St. Pierre had held out against
the French for some time. The followers of
Joan of Arc, weary and spent, refused to storm
the strong walls of the town, but she, calling
to the few who remained beside her that the
legions of the angels were with the cause, attacked
the town and the enemy fled. Then she
went to the little church to offer thanks for the
miraculous victory. This was in the year 1429.
There is a contemporary commemorative inscription
in the church, which also boasts as its
treasures a painting by one of the French masters
depicting this occurence [sic] , and a handsome
statue of Joan of Arc.
BISHOP A VISITOR
His Grace, Monsigneur Chatelus, Bishop of
Nevers was a guest of this Hospital Center on
Saturday, September 21. Accompanied by
Abbe Chargebœuf, he visited many of the wards
and gave the patients the blessing of his Church.
His Grace is deeply interested in the religious
work here and expressed pleasure at the result
of work already accomplished.
PATCHING THE NEWS
A base hospital is a splendid clearing house for
details of our battles. When the Chateau Thierry
contingent came, every officer could tell of happenings
in various sectors, and in this manner,
one got a very comprehensive idea of it. Then
came the St. Mihiel participants and their
accounts, supplementing those read in the New
York Herald and Stars and Stripes filled in
many of the missing links. Many an interesting
tale is told and if our officers were not so modest,
many individual acts of heroism would be related.
Their pride in their men is so pronounced
that it makes it easy for one to understand why
our boys alway [sic] make "the Hun take it on
the run".
Right column:
WHEN THE JAZZ BAND PLAYED.
They were just a crowd of Buddies
They were wounded, they were gassed
They had come from fighting Boches
In the woods where they had massed
They were used to guns of thunder
And the whine of shot and shell
They had been where men were dying
In a bloody battle hell
But the thoughts of home came quickly
And a thousand pictures made
For America drew nearer
In the tunes the Jazz Band played.
Jazz may not be high-brow music
Some may call it only noise
But it beats the ancient classics
When you want to cheer the boys.
There's a heart bewitching power
And a stirring spell that comes
In the lifting "pep" and spirit
And the batter of the drums
Bloody fields are quite forgotten,
Sure no other music has
Half the balming, healing, cheering
Of the good old "peppy" Jazz.
Send the Jazz Band with the Buddies
Patriotic "zip" it has
Never shall the Boches triumph
Over "Buddie" and his Jazz.
Allen A. Stockdale
BROTHER DROPS FROM SKY.
Airplane visits, even between brothers, have
not yet become institutions in the army, and it
is useless to ask for passes for airplane transportation,
but Private Robert Riggs of "48"
had the novel experience of having his brother
"drop in on him" during the week. Lieut.
Riggs is just completing his course of practical
instruction, and in one of his practice flights
alighted on the softest green afforded by this
hospital center.
The sudden appearance and the novelty of
an airplane here at once attracted a crowd of
patients, enlisted men of the regular personnel,
officers and nurses. The aviator could not
have had a closer scrutiny had he suddenly
dropped in a Hindu village. So dense was the
throng that Pvt. Riggs, object of the visit,
was unable to push through and but for the
fortunate fact that he is half a head taller than
most people, would have been unable to get
even a glimpse of his brother. The brothers
managed to "see" each other, however, and
the incident provided a very welcome diversion
from the monotony of regular routine.
-
Blue stamp in upper left corner
BIBLIOTHEQUE DE LA VILLE
NEVERS
Written in ink, upper left:
2.N.518
THE MARTIAN
HOMMES-36-40
CHEVAUX - 8
Vol. 1 - No. 6
SUNDAY. September, 29, 1918.
Price : 30 centimes.
Left column:
Cartoon drawing of 3 frowning soldiers
These men have just been to see the mail
orderly. What did he tell them? The Martian
offers a prize of a brand new fatigue suit for
the correct answer.
MASONIC SOCIETY
About six weeks ago, a society composed
of Master Masons stationed at this hospital
center, was formed. Nearly two hundred members
now compose the society representing
many different Grand Lodges in the United
States. Meetings are held regularly every
Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock, in the Receiving
Ward of "68". A School of Instruction has
been established and will doubtless prove of
great interest and profit to the many brethren
unable to affiliate with a Masonic Lodge.
HOMEWARD BOUND
(All necessary apologies)
When we are homeward bound,
That sure will be a welcome sound
We like the shot and shell of battle, you see,
But we'd like to have our liberty
We miss our girl back home,
We hope that she is all alone,
Then when the dove of peace flies over the land
And "Home Sweet Home" is played by the band,
Will she be at the pier?
Like Hell she will, she'll be married a year.
Center column:
OBSERVE HISTORIC CEREMONY
For many years the people of St. Pierre-le-Moutier,
the little city below this center, have
been celebrating their deliverance from the
English by Joan of Arc, with a pilgrimage to the
ancient church where she offered prayer after
she had driven away the invader. This pilgrimage
will take place this year on the second
Sunday in October. American soldiers are invited
to take part in the historical ceremony.
In extending the invitation, the Abbe Chargebœuf
said that the French of this vicinity, as
throughout the country, wish to share not only
their sorrows but their joys and their sentiments
with the Americans.
An interesting legend is told of the deliverance
of St. Pierre by Joan of Arc. The English
had waged successful war against the French
and invaded great areas between the sea and
central France. Joan of Arc, born in Domremy,
was called in a vision to lead the army of her
country. She appealed first to the commandant
of Verdun, and in many battles, succeeded
in throwing back the English armies.
The garrison in St. Pierre had held out against
the French for some time. The followers of
Joan of Arc, weary and spent, refused to storm
the strong walls of the town, but she, calling
to the few who remained beside her that the
legions of the angels were with the cause, attacked
the town and the enemy fled. Then she
went to the little church to offer thanks for the
miraculous victory. This was in the year 1429.
There is a contemporary commemorative inscription
in the church, which also boasts as its
treasures a painting by one of the French masters
depicting this occurence [sic] , and a handsome
statue of Joan of Arc.
BISHOP A VISITOR
His Grace, Monsigneur Chatelus, Bishop of
Nevers was a guest of this Hospital Center on
Saturday, September 21. Accompanied by
Abbe Chargebœuf, he visited many of the wards
and gave the patients the blessing of his Church.
His Grace is deeply interested in the religious
work here and expressed pleasure at the result
of work already accomplished.
PATCHING THE NEWS
A base hospital is a splendid clearing house for
details of our battles. When the Chateau Thierry
contingent came, every officer could tell of happenings
in various sectors, and in this manner,
one got a very comprehensive idea of it. Then
came the St. Mihiel participants and their
accounts, supplementing those read in the New
York Herald and Stars and Stripes filled in
many of the missing links. Many an interesting
tale is told and if our officers were not so modest,
many individual acts of heroism would be related.
Their pride in their men is so pronounced
that it makes it easy for one to understand why
our boys alway [sic] make "the Hun take it on
the run".
Right column:
WHEN THE JAZZ BAND PLAYED.
They were just a crowd of Buddies
They were wounded, they were gassed
They had come from fighting Boches
In the woods where they had massed
They were used to guns of thunder
And the whine of shot and shell
They had been where men were dying
In a bloody battle hell
But the thoughts of home came quickly
And a thousand pictures made
For America drew nearer
In the tunes the Jazz Band played.
Jazz may not be high-brow music
Some may call it only noise
But it beats the ancient classics
When you want to cheer the boys.
There's a heart bewitching power
And a stirring spell that comes
In the lifting "pep" and spirit
And the batter of the drums
Bloody fields are quite forgotten,
Sure no other music has
Half the balming, healing, cheering
Of the good old "peppy" Jazz.
Send the Jazz Band with the Buddies
Patriotic "zip" it has
Never shall the Boches triump
Over "Buddie" and his Jazz.
Allen A. Stockdale
BROTHER DROPS FROM SKY.
Airplane visits, even between brothers, have
not yet become institutions in the army, and it
is useless to ask for passes for airplane transportation,
but Private Robert Riggs of "48"
had the novel experience of having his brother
"drop in on him" during the week. Lieut.
Riggs is just completing his course of practical
instruction, and in one of his practice flights
alighted on the softest green afforded by this
hospital center.
The sudden appearance and the novelty of
an airplane here at once attracted a crowd of
patients, enlisted men of the regular personnel,
officers and nurses. The aviator could not
have had a closer scrutiny had he suddenly
dropped in a Hindu village. So dense was the
throng that Pvt. Riggs, object of the visit,
was unable to push through and but for the
fortunate fact that he is half a head taller than
most people, would have been unable to get
even a glimpse of his brother. The brothers
managed to "see" each other, however, and
the incident provided a very welcome diversion
from the monotony of regular routine.
-
Blue stamp in upper left corner
BIBLIOTHEQUE DE LA VILLE
NEVERS
Written in ink, upper left:
2.N.518
THE MARTIAN
HOMMES-36-40
CHEVAUX - 8
Vol. 1 - No. 6
SUNDAY. September, 29, 1918.
Price : 30 centimes.
Left column:
Cartoon drawing of 3 frowning soldiers
These men have just been to see the mail
orderly. What did he tell them? The Martian
offers a prize of a brand new fatigue suit for
the correct answer.
MASONIC SOCIETY
About six weeks ago, a society composed
of Master Masons stationed at this hospital
center, was formed. Nearly two hundred members
now compose the society representing
many different Grand Lodges in the United
States. Meetings are held regularly every
Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock, in the Receiving
Ward of "68". A School of Instruction has
been established and will doubtless prove of
great interest and profit to the many brethren
unable to affiliate with a Masonic Lodge.
HOMEWARD BOUND
(All necessary apologies)
When we are homeward bound,
That sure will be a welcome sound
We like the shot and shell of battle, you see,
But we'd like to have our liberty
We miss our girl back home,
We hope that she is all alone,
Then when the dove of peace flies over the land
And "Home Sweet Home" is played by the band,
Will she be at the pier?
Like Hell she will, she'll be married a year.
Center column:
OBSERVE HISTORIC CEREMONY
For many years the people of St. Pierre-le-Moutier,
the little city below this center, have
been celebrating their deliverance from the
English by Joan of Arc, with a pilgrimage to the
ancient church where she offered prayer after
she had driven away the invader. This pilgrimage
will take place this year on the second
Sunday in October. American soldiers are invited
to take part in the historical ceremony.
In extending the invitation, the Abbe Chargeboeuf
said that the French of this vicinity, as
throughout the country, wish to share not only
their sorrows but their joys and their sentiments
with the Americans.
An interesting legend is told of the deliverance
of St. Pierre by Joan of Arc. The English
had waged successful war against the French
and invaded great areas between the sea and
central France. Joan of Arc, born in Domremy,
was called in a vision to lead the army of her
country. She appealed first to the commandant
of Verdun, and in many battles, succeeded
in throwing back the English armies.
The garrison in St. Pierre had held out against
the French for some time. The followers of
Joan of Arc, weary and spent, refused to storm
the strong walls of the town, but she, calling
to the few who remained beside her that the
legions of the angels were with the cause, attacked
the town and the enemy fled. Then she
went to the little church to offer thanks for the
miraculous victory. This was in the year 1429.
There is a contemporary commemorative inscription
in the church, which also boasts as its
treasures a painting by one of the French masters
depicting this occurence [sic] , and a handsome
statue of Joan of Arc.
BISHOP A VISITOR
His Grace, Monsigneur Chatelus, Bishop of
Nevers was a guest of this Hospital Center on
Saturday, September 21. Accompanied by
Abbe Chargeboeuf, he visited many of the wards
and gave the patients the blessing of his Church.
His Grace is deeply interested in the religious
work here and expressed pleasure at the result
of work already accomplished.
PATCHING THE NEWS
A base hospital is a splendid clearing house for
details of our battles. When the Chateau Thierry
contingent came, every officer could tell of happenings
in various sectors, and in this manner,
one got a very comprehensive idea of it. Then
came the St. Mihiel participants and their
accounts, supplementing those read in the New
York Herald and Stars and Stripes filled in
many of the missing links. Many an interesting
tale is told and if our officers were not so modest,
many individual acts of heroism would be related.
Their pride in their men is so pronounced
that it makes it easy for one to understand why
our boys alway [sic] make "the Hun take it on
the run".
Right column:
WHEN THE JAZZ BAND PLAYED.
They were just a crowd of Buddies
They were wounded, they were gassed
They had come from fighting Boches
In the woods where they had massed
They were used to guns of thunder
And the whine of shot and shell
They had been where men were dying
In a bloody battle hell
But the thoughts of home came quickly
And a thousand pictures made
For America drew nearer
In the tunes the Jazz Band played.
Jazz may not be high-brow music
Some may call it only noise
But it beats the ancient classics
When you want to cheer the boys.
There's a heart bewitching power
And a stirring spell that comes
In the lifting "pep" and spirit
And the batter of the drums
Bloody fields are quite forgotten,
Sure no other music has
Half the balming, healing, cheering
Of the good old "peppy" Jazz.
Send the Jazz Band with the Buddies
Patriotic "zip" it has
Never shall the Boches triump
Over "Buddie" and his Jazz.
Allen A. Stockdale
BROTHER DROPS FROM SKY.
Airplane visits, even between brothers, have
not yet become institutions in the army, and it
is useless to ask for passes for airplane transportation,
but Private Robert Riggs of "48"
had the novel experience of having his brother
"drop in on him" during the week. Lieut.
Riggs is just completing his course of practical
instruction, and in one of his practice flights
alighted on the softest green afforded by this
hospital center.
The sudden appearance and the novelty of
an airplane here at once attracted a crowd of
patients, enlisted men of the regular personnel,
officers and nurses. The aviator could not
have had a closer scrutiny had he suddenly
dropped in a Hindu village. So dense was the
throng that Pvt. Riggs, object of the visit,
was unable to push through and but for the
fortunate fact that he is half a head taller than
most people, would have been unable to get
even a glimpse of his brother. The brothers
managed to "see" each other, however, and
the incident provided a very welcome diversion
from the monotony of regular routine.
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