The Martian, journal publié par les soldats américains de l'Hôpital de Mars-sur-Allier , item 5
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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.
-
...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.
-
...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".
-
...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".
-
...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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- Médiathèque municipale Jean Jaurès de Nevers
November 3, 1918
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