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 ...Stamp top left 

Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

 ...in pen - top left 

2.N.918

 ...Top center page 

THE MARTIAN

Hommes - 36-40

Chevaux - 8

Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

 ..Left column

 ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

Station

- + -

General Orders of the Mess Line

1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

in view.

2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

keeping always on the alert for any stray

sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

too thin.

4. To repeat all call for seconds.

5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

there is nothing left.

6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

K.P's.

7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

others in their escape.

9. In any case not covered by instructions to

call the company clerk K.P.

10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

line of grub.

11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

ham and eggs and liver.

12. To be especially watchful at the table and

during the time for eating to challenge

any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

 ..central column. 

ROUND ABOUT

Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

you tread that old turnpike that leads from

down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

of Napoleon.

At one time during his career all Europe

thought that it had him definitely shelved.

The powers gave him a little island down in

the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

For a man who had romped all over the land 

from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

another fling at the wheel of fortune.

So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

the French coast and in a few hours he was 

landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession

pass.

After he'd covered a good bit of the long

"hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

sending a company of his old army down this

way to stop him. They met him a little way

south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

procession.

Up through St Pierre they came, through the

village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

the world again until the mud of Waterloo

proved the old story that the big men never

"come back".

And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

her altercation with the English decided with

all her feminine perversity that she simply

wouldn't put up with their parking their army

in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

but arrived too late in the evening to stage

a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

and asked for a night's lodging while her army

spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

next day after a little tussle the English decided

that they could find healthier localities than St.

Pierre and left "For points south"..

If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

yourself while you are on his estate the Count

de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

chateau. Its only about a mile south of

Moiry and down to the right.

-+-

Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

end by "carrying four".

 left column

TO MY MESS KIT

Something tells me, gentle friend,

Our light of love is burning low;

So tke the children, Knife and Fork

And add them to your Cup of woe.

If so deprived your grief is great,

And suicide your notion, -

Then fold your arm across your breast

And jump into the ocean!

-+-

DRAMATICS

With the approach of the Holidays and the

long winter evenings, the subject of entertainment

naturally presents itself.

The performance of the Minstrels a few weeks

ago gave some idea of the possibilities which

may be realized in a center of this kind.

Plans are already under way for the construction

of a number of recreation halls which will

afford means of staging one act plays, small

musical comedies, vaudeville acts etc. In

view of the talent that the camp affords in all

departments of the professional stage, together

with the valuable cooperation of the musical

organizations, there is every reason to suppose

that entertainments of the highest order can be

successfully given.

In any event we trust before long to state a

definite plan of action under the advice and

sanction of the Commanding Officer, Colonel

George A.Skinner, who is heartily if favour of

the general scheme.

In the meantime, all actors, playwrights, scenic

artists and others are advised to be in readiness

for the call.

As to audiences, we feel safe in announcing

now that evening clothes will not be worn

except by those who sit in the gallery boxes!

-+-

FRENCH HOMES

A reception was recently held in the old historic

town of Moulins, which was of particular

significance to men of the service. The

affair was in the nature of a welcome by a 

society composed of representatives of some of

the oldest families of the province who have 

extended the use of their homes in furnishing

convalescent officers, as well as those on leave,

with the environment of home life.

At the present time bureaus for the work

have been established in Orleans, Tours, Montpellier

and Moulins. In the last named town

the work is being most capably handled by a 

group of ladies prominent among whom is the

Comtesse de la Mussaye. Also especial mention

and credit must be given to M.me Raymond

Thuret and M.me Bourgoin, who, in the capacity

of delegates, hav edone much toward the

success of the enterprise.

The reception on Saturday was held at the

Cercle Bourbonnaise, one of the aristocratic clubs

of France, and which has been given over for

the express use of the Society. During the

afternoon a musical program was given by the

quartette from our Centre and delicious refreshments 

were later served.

Those in attendance from here included

Colonel George A. Skinner, Lt Colonels William

D. Herbert, George F. Lull, Roy C. Heflebower;

Majors William E. Shea, J.J.A. van

Kaathoven, Archibald W. Taves, Captain

George R. Carter and Lieut. Lynn Perry.

Transcription saved

 ...Stamp top left 

Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

 ...in pen - top left 

2.N.918

 ...Top center page 

THE MARTIAN

Hommes - 36-40

Chevaux - 8

Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

 ..Left column

 ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

Station

- + -

General Orders of the Mess Line

1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

in view.

2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

keeping always on the alert for any stray

sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

too thin.

4. To repeat all call for seconds.

5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

there is nothing left.

6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

K.P's.

7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

others in their escape.

9. In any case not covered by instructions to

call the company clerk K.P.

10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

line of grub.

11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

ham and eggs and liver.

12. To be especially watchful at the table and

during the time for eating to challenge

any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

 ..central column. 

ROUND ABOUT

Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

you tread that old turnpike that leads from

down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

of Napoleon.

At one time during his career all Europe

thought that it had him definitely shelved.

The powers gave him a little island down in

the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

For a man who had romped all over the land 

from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

another fling at the wheel of fortune.

So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

the French coast and in a few hours he was 

landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession

pass.

After he'd covered a good bit of the long

"hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

sending a company of his old army down this

way to stop him. They met him a little way

south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

procession.

Up through St Pierre they came, through the

village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

the world again until the mud of Waterloo

proved the old story that the big men never

"come back".

And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

her altercation with the English decided with

all her feminine perversity that she simply

wouldn't put up with their parking their army

in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

but arrived too late in the evening to stage

a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

and asked for a night's lodging while her army

spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

next day after a little tussle the English decided

that they could find healthier localities than St.

Pierre and left "For points south"..

If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

yourself while you are on his estate the Count

de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

chateau. Its only about a mile south of

Moiry and down to the right.

-+-

Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

end by "carrying four".

 left column

TO MY MESS KIT

Something tells me, gentle friend,

Our light of love is burning low;

So tke the children, Knife and Fork

And add them to your Cup of woe.

If so deprived your grief is great,

And suicide your notion, -

Then fold your arm across your breast

And jump into the ocean!

-+-

DRAMATICS

With the approach of the Holidays and the

long winter evenings, the subject of entertainment

naturally presents itself.

The performance of the Minstrels a few weeks

ago gave some idea of the possibilities which

may be realized in a center of this kind.

Plans are already under way for the construction

of a number of recreation halls which will

afford means of staging one act plays, small

musical comedies, vaudeville acts etc. In

view of the talent that the camp affords in all

departments of the professional stage, together

with the valuable cooperation of the musical

organizations, there is every reason to suppose

that entertainments of the highest order can be

successfully given.

In any event we trust before long to state a

definite plan of action under the advice and

sanction of the Commanding Officer, Colonel

George A.Skinner, who is heartily if favour of

the general scheme.

In the meantime, all actors, playwrights, scenic

artists and others are advised to be in readiness

for the call.

As to audiences, we feel safe in announcing

now that evening clothes will not be worn

except by those who sit in the gallery boxes!

-+-

FRENCH HOMES

A reception was recently held in the old historic

town of Moulins, which was of particular

significance to men of the service. The

affair was in the nature of a welcome by a 

society composed of representatives of some of

the oldest families of the province who have 

extended the use of their homes in furnishing

convalescent officers, as well as those on leave,

with the environment of home life.

At the present time bureaus for the work

have been established in Orleans, Tours, Montpellier

and Moulins. In the last named town

the work is being most capably handled by a 

group of ladies prominent among whom is the

Comtesse de la Mussaye. Also especial mention

and credit must be given to M.me Raymond

Thuret and M.me Bourgoin, who, in the capacity

of delegates, hav edone much toward the

success of the enterprise.

The reception on Saturday was held at the

Cercle Bourbonnaise, one of the aristocratic clubs

of France, and which has been given over for

the express use of the Society. During the

afternoon a musical program was given by the

quartette from our Centre and delicious refreshments 

were later served.

Those in attendance from here included

Colonel George A. Skinner, Lt Colonels William

D. Herbert, George F. Lull, Roy C. Heflebower;

Majors William E. Shea, J.J.A. van

Kaathoven, Archibald W. Taves, Captain

George R. Carter and Lieut. Lynn Perry.


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  • November 1, 2018 11:52:12 Sara Fresi

     ...Stamp top left 

    Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

     ...in pen - top left 

    2.N.918

     ...Top center page 

    THE MARTIAN

    Hommes - 36-40

    Chevaux - 8

    Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

     ..Left column

     ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

    Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

    Station

    - + -

    General Orders of the Mess Line

    1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

    in view.

    2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

    keeping always on the alert for any stray

    sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

    3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

    too thin.

    4. To repeat all call for seconds.

    5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

    there is nothing left.

    6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

    man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

    left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

    K.P's.

    7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

    8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

    others in their escape.

    9. In any case not covered by instructions to

    call the company clerk K.P.

    10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

    line of grub.

    11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

    ham and eggs and liver.

    12. To be especially watchful at the table and

    during the time for eating to challenge

    any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

     ..central column. 

    ROUND ABOUT

    Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

    these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

    you tread that old turnpike that leads from

    down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

    Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

    of Napoleon.

    At one time during his career all Europe

    thought that it had him definitely shelved.

    The powers gave him a little island down in

    the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

    For a man who had romped all over the land 

    from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

    prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

    that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

    in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

    he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

    of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

    another fling at the wheel of fortune.

    So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

    the French coast and in a few hours he was 

    landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

    dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

    heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

    foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

    of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession

    pass.

    After he'd covered a good bit of the long

    "hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

    back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

    sending a company of his old army down this

    way to stop him. They met him a little way

    south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

    them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

    weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

    hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

    caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

    procession.

    Up through St Pierre they came, through the

    village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

    old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

    in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

    knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

    Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

    the world again until the mud of Waterloo

    proved the old story that the big men never

    "come back".

    And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

    her altercation with the English decided with

    all her feminine perversity that she simply

    wouldn't put up with their parking their army

    in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

    but arrived too late in the evening to stage

    a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

    the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

    and asked for a night's lodging while her army

    spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

    next day after a little tussle the English decided

    that they could find healthier localities than St.

    Pierre and left "For points south"..

    If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

    yourself while you are on his estate the Count

    de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

    chateau. Its only about a mile south of

    Moiry and down to the right.

    -+-

    Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

    bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

    end by "carrying four".

     left column

    TO MY MESS KIT

    Something tells me, gentle friend,

    Our light of love is burning low;

    So tke the children, Knife and Fork

    And add them to your Cup of woe.

    If so deprived your grief is great,

    And suicide your notion, -

    Then fold your arm across your breast

    And jump into the ocean!

    -+-

    DRAMATICS

    With the approach of the Holidays and the

    long winter evenings, the subject of entertainment

    naturally presents itself.

    The performance of the Minstrels a few weeks

    ago gave some idea of the possibilities which

    may be realized in a center of this kind.

    Plans are already under way for the construction

    of a number of recreation halls which will

    afford means of staging one act plays, small

    musical comedies, vaudeville acts etc. In

    view of the talent that the camp affords in all

    departments of the professional stage, together

    with the valuable cooperation of the musical

    organizations, there is every reason to suppose

    that entertainments of the highest order can be

    successfully given.

    In any event we trust before long to state a

    definite plan of action under the advice and

    sanction of the Commanding Officer, Colonel

    George A.Skinner, who is heartily if favour of

    the general scheme.

    In the meantime, all actors, playwrights, scenic

    artists and others are advised to be in readiness

    for the call.

    As to audiences, we feel safe in announcing

    now that evening clothes will not be worn

    except by those who sit in the gallery boxes!

    -+-

    FRENCH HOMES

    A reception was recently held in the old historic

    town of Moulins, which was of particular

    significance to men of the service. The

    affair was in the nature of a welcome by a 

    society composed of representatives of some of

    the oldest families of the province who have 

    extended the use of their homes in furnishing

    convalescent officers, as well as those on leave,

    with the environment of home life.

    At the present time bureaus for the work

    have been established in Orleans, Tours, Montpellier

    and Moulins. In the last named town

    the work is being most capably handled by a 

    group of ladies prominent among whom is the

    Comtesse de la Mussaye. Also especial mention

    and credit must be given to M.me Raymond

    Thuret and M.me Bourgoin, who, in the capacity

    of delegates, hav edone much toward the

    success of the enterprise.

    The reception on Saturday was held at the

    Cercle Bourbonnaise, one of the aristocratic clubs

    of France, and which has been given over for

    the express use of the Society. During the

    afternoon a musical program was given by the

    quartette from our Centre and delicious refreshments 

    were later served.

    Those in attendance from here included

    Colonel George A. Skinner, Lt Colonels William

    D. Herbert, George F. Lull, Roy C. Heflebower;

    Majors William E. Shea, J.J.A. van

    Kaathoven, Archibald W. Taves, Captain

    George R. Carter and Lieut. Lynn Perry.

  • November 1, 2018 11:52:03 Sara Fresi
  • September 17, 2017 16:03:26 Chiara Mantegazzini

     ...Stamp top left 

    Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

     ...in pen - top left 

    2.N.918

     ...Top center page 

    THE MARTIAN

    Hommes - 36-40

    Chevaux - 8

    Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

     ..Left column

     ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

    Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

    Station

    - + -

    General Orders of the Mess Line

    1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

    in view.

    2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

    keeping always on the alert for any stray

    sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

    3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

    too thin.

    4. To repeat all call for seconds.

    5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

    there is nothing left.

    6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

    man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

    left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

    K.P's.

    7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

    8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

    others in their escape.

    9. In any case not covered by instructions to

    call the company clerk K.P.

    10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

    line of grub.

    11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

    ham and eggs and liver.

    12. To be especially watchful at the table and

    during the time for eating to challenge

    any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

     ..central column. 

    ROUND ABOUT

    Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

    these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

    you tread that old turnpike that leads from

    down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

    Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

    of Napoleon.

    At one time during his career all Europe

    thought that it had him definitely shelved.

    The powers gave him a little island down in

    the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

    For a man who had romped all over the land 

    from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

    prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

    that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

    in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

    he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

    of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

    another fling at the wheel of fortune.

    So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

    the French coast and in a few hours he was 

    landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

    dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

    heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

    foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

    of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession

    pass.

    After he'd covered a good bit of the long

    "hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

    back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

    sending a company of his old army down this

    way to stop him. They met him a little way

    south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

    them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

    weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

    hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

    caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

    procession.

    Up through St Pierre they came, through the

    village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

    old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

    in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

    knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

    Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

    the world again until the mud of Waterloo

    proved the old story that the big men never

    "come back".

    And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

    her altercation with the English decided with

    all her feminine perversity that she simply

    wouldn't put up with their parking their army

    in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

    but arrived too late in the evening to stage

    a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

    the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

    and asked for a night's lodging while her army

    spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

    next day after a little tussle the English decided

    that they could find healthier localities than St.

    Pierre and left "For points south"..

    If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

    yourself while you are on his estate the Count

    de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

    chateau. Its only about a mile south of

    Moiry and down to the right.

    -+-

    Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

    bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

    end by "carrying four".

     left column

    TO MY MESS KIT

    Something tells me, gentle friend,

    Our light of love is burning low;

    So tke the children, Knife and Fork

    And add them to your Cup of woe.

    If so deprived your grief is great,

    And suicide your notion, -

    Then fold your arm across your breast

    And jump into the ocean!

    -+-

    DRAMATICS

    With the approach of the Holidays and the

    long winter evenings, the subject of entertainment

    naturally presents itself.

    The performance of the Minstrels a few weeks

    ago gave some idea of the possibilities which

    may be realized in a center of this kind.

    Plans are already under way for the construction

    of a number of recreation halls which will

    afford means of staging one act plays, small

    musical comedies, vaudeville acts etc. In

    view of the talent that the camp affords in all

    departments of the professional stage, together

    with the valuable cooperation of the musical

    organizations, there is every reason to suppose

    that entertainments of the highest order can be

    successfully given.

    In any event we trust before long to state a

    definite plan of action under the advice and

    sanction of the Commanding Officer, Colonel

    George A.Skinner, who is heartily if favour of

    the general scheme.

    In the meantime, all actors, playwrights, scenic

    artists and others are advised to be in readiness

    for the call.

    As to audiences, we feel safe in announcing

    now that evening clothes will not be worn

    except by those who sit in the gallery boxes!

    -+-

    FRENCH HOMES

    A reception was recently held in the old historic

    town of Moulins, which was of particular

    significance to men of the service. The

    affair was in the nature of a welcome by a 

    society composed of representatives of some of

    the oldest families of the province who have 

    extended the use of their homes in furnishing

    convalescent officers, as well as those on leave,

    with the environment of home life.

    At the present time bureaus for the work

    have been established in Orleans, Tours, Montpellier

    and Moulins. In the last named town

    the work is being most capably handled by a 

    group of ladies prominent among whom is the

    Comtesse de la Mussaye. Also especial mention

    and credit must be given to M.me Raymond

    Thuret and M.me Bourgoin, who, in the capacity

    of delegates, hav edone much toward the

    success of the enterprise.

    The reception on Saturday was held at the

    Cercle Bourbonnaise, one of the aristocratic clubs

    of France, and which has been given over for

    the express use of the Society. During the

    afternoon a musical program was given by the

    quartette from our Centre and delicious refreshments 

    were later served.

    Those in attendance from here included

    Colonel George A. Skinner, Lt Colonels William

    D. Herbert, George F. Lull, Roy C. Heflebower;

    Majors William E. Shea, J.J.A. van

    Kaathoven, Archibald W. Taves, Captain

    George R. Carter and Lieut. Lynn Perry.


  • September 17, 2017 15:39:05 Chiara Mantegazzini

     ...Stamp top left 

    Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

     ...in pen - top left 

    2.N.918

     ...Top center page 

    THE MARTIAN

    Hommes - 36-40

    Chevaux - 8

    Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

     ..Left column

     ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

    Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

    Station

    - + -

    General Orders of the Mess Line

    1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

    in view.

    2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

    keeping always on the alert for any stray

    sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

    3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

    too thin.

    4. To repeat all call for seconds.

    5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

    there is nothing left.

    6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

    man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

    left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

    K.P's.

    7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

    8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

    others in their escape.

    9. In any case not covered by instructions to

    call the company clerk K.P.

    10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

    line of grub.

    11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

    ham and eggs and liver.

    12. To be especially watchful at the table and

    during the time for eating to challenge

    any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

     ..central column. 

    ROUND ABOUT

    Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

    these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

    you tread that old turnpike that leads from

    down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

    Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

    of Napoleon.

    At one time during his career all Europe

    thought that it had him definitely shelved.

    The powers gave him a little island down in

    the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

    For a man who had romped all over the land 

    from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

    prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

    that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

    in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

    he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

    of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

    another fling at the wheel of fortune.

    So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

    the French coast and in a few hours he was 

    landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

    dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

    heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

    foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

    of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession

    pass.

    After he'd covered a good bit of the long

    "hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

    back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

    sending a company of his old army down this

    way to stop him. They met him a little way

    south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

    them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

    weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

    hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

    caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

    procession.

    Up through St Pierre they came, through the

    village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

    old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

    in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

    knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

    Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

    the world again until the mud of Waterloo

    proved the old story that the big men never

    "come back".

    And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

    her altercation with the English decided with

    all her feminine perversity that she simply

    wouldn't put up with their parking their army

    in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

    but arrived too late in the evening to stage

    a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

    the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

    and asked for a night's lodging while her army

    spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

    next day after a little tussle the English decided

    that they could find healthier localities than St.

    Pierre and left "For points south"..

    If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

    yourself while you are on his estate the Count

    de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

    chateau. Its only about a mile south of

    Moiry and down to the right.

    -+-

    Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

    bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

    end by "carrying four".




  • September 17, 2017 15:34:03 Chiara Mantegazzini

     ...Stamp top left 

    Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

     ...in pen - top left 

    2.N.918

     ...Top center page 

    THE MARTIAN

    Hommes - 36-40

    Chevaux - 8

    Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

     ..Left column

     ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

    Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

    Station

    - + -

    General Orders of the Mess Line

    1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

    in view.

    2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

    keeping always on the alert for any stray

    sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

    3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

    too thin.

    4. To repeat all call for seconds.

    5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

    there is nothing left.

    6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

    man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

    left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

    K.P's.

    7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

    8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

    others in their escape.

    9. In any case not covered by instructions to

    call the company clerk K.P.

    10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

    line of grub.

    11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

    ham and eggs and liver.

    12. To be especially watchful at the table and

    during the time for eating to challenge

    any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

     ..central column. 

    ROUND ABOUT

    Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

    these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

    you tread that old turnpike that leads from

    down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

    Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

    of Napoleon.

    At one time during his career all Europe

    thought that it had him definitely shelved.

    The powers gave him a little island down in

    the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

    For a man who had romped all over the land 

    from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

    prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

    that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

    in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

    he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

    of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

    another fling at the wheel of fortune.

    So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

    the French coast and in a few hours he was 

    landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

    dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

    heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

    foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

    of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession pass.

    After he'd covered a good bit of the long

    "hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

    back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

    sending a company of his old army down this

    way to stop him. They met him a little way

    south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

    them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

    weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

    hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

    caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his

    procession.

    Up through St Pierre they came, through the

    village of Moiry, where the grandmothers of the 

    old housewives, who sit in front of their doorways

    in their lace caps to-day, were busy at their

    knitting - trough Nevers, Montargis and into

    Paris itself. For just one hundred days he ruled

    the world again until the mud of Waterloo

    proved the old story that the big men never

    "come back".

    And, too, do you know that Joan of Arc during

    her altercation with the English decided with

    all her feminine perversity that she simply

    wouldn't put up with their parking their army

    in St. Pierre. So she hied herself down here,

    but arrived too late in the evening to stage

    a really good fight. Whereupon she knocked at

    the door down at the old Chateau de Bouille

    and asked for a night's lodging while her army

    spent the night in camp on the hillside. The

    next day after a little tussle the English decided

    that they could find healthier localities than St.

    Pierre and left "For points south"..

    If you have a "good conduct card" and behave

    yourself while you are on his estate the Count

    de Bouille will be glad to let you look over the old

    chateau. Its only about a mile south of

    Moiry and down to the right.

    -+-

    Speaking of mathematics, many of our litter

    bearers find that in "putting down two" they 

    end by "carrying four".




  • September 17, 2017 15:25:13 Chiara Mantegazzini

     ...Stamp top left 

    Bibliothèque de la Ville Nevers

     ...in pen - top left 

    2.N.918

     ...Top center page 

    THE MARTIAN

    Hommes - 36-40

    Chevaux - 8

    Vol.1. - No.11     Sunday, November, 3, 1918.   Price : 30 centimes.

     ..Left column

     ...Drawing AFTER THE WAR

    Pity the poor boob who lives near a Railroad

    Station

    - + -

    General Orders of the Mess Line

    1. To take charge of the spuds and all gravy

    in view.

    2.To watch my plate in a military manner,

    keeping always on the alert for any stray

    sausage that comes within sight or smelling.

    3. To report to Mess Sergeant any bread sliced

    too thin.

    4. To repeat all call for seconds.

    5. To quit the table only when satisfied that

    there is nothing left.

    6. To receive but not to pass on to the next

    man to me any meat, cabbage, or beans,

    left by the Non Coms, Buck Privates or

    K.P's.

    7. To talk to no one who asks for onions.

    8. In case of fire to grab all eatables left by

    others in their escape.

    9. In any case not covered by instructions to

    call the company clerk K.P.

    10 To allow no one to steal any thing in the 

    line of grub.

    11. To salute all chicken, beefsteak, pork chops,

    ham and eggs and liver.

    12. To be especially watchful at the table and

    during the time for eating to challenge

    any one who gets more Prunes than I do.

     ..central column. 

    ROUND ABOUT

    Speaking of roads, which is a common pastime

    these days in American Bailiwick 780, when 

    you tread that old turnpike that leads from

    down south through St. Pierre and Moiry to

    Nevers some dark night you may meet the ghost

    of Napoleon.

    At one time during his career all Europe

    thought that it had him definitely shelved.

    The powers gave him a little island down in

    the Mediterranean to boss and to raise melons on.

    For a man who had romped all over the land 

    from Russia to Egypt that occupation did not

    prove much of a distraction, and when he heard 

    that the kinglet whom they had put on the throne

    in his place, had muddled up France's affairs,

    he decided he'd evacuate himself from the Island

    of Elba as a Class"A" political patient and take

    another fling at the wheel of fortune.

    So one dark night he chartered a sloop for

    the French coast and in a few hours he was 

    landed and on his way to Paris with a scant

    dozen of his faithful followers tagging at his

    heels. He took the main highway to Paris on

    foot. Little by little his band grew as veterans

    of his former campaigns saw the tiny procession pass.

    After he'd covered a good bit of the long

    "hike" they heard of his attempted "Come-

    back" up in Paris, and made the mistake of

    sending a company of his old army down this

    way to stop him. They met him a little way

    south of St. Pierre, and their officers ordered

    them to shoot him, but the guns somehow

    weren't loaded, and instead of shooting, they

    hauled out their old army (HIS Army) tricolor

    caps, yelled "Vive Napoleon!" and joined his procession.

    Up through St Pierre they came, 



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