The Greater Love

of Old Glory, was then commanded by Brigadier General Baarth with Col.

of Field Artillery; 19th, 20th and 21st Machine Gun Battalions, 10th Field Signal Battalio

ohee, Rixey, Hockman and Evans. Fathers Gwyer and LeMay joined in France. All these Chaplains ren

rst Friday in August, Mass was said for the last time, and hundreds of the boys received Holy Communion. Within

e in front of him. Chill gray dawn saw the head of the column emerge from the hills at a secluded point on the J

ne hundred feet wide, thirty-six feet draft and nine stories deep! Like some fabled monster of the sea, which well he

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l to them as they to us, yet what confidence they inspired! Curiously yet kindly they looked us over, approvingly observed the long orderly lines of our glittering r

panthers of the deep, the submarines-this was the task assigned to the Leviathan and our convoy ships, the Northern Pacific and the Northland.

nt, and provisions were aboard within ten hours; and promptly at three o'clock the follow

funeral of Sir John Moore "not a drum was heard," for who can cheer at the thought of dear ones left behind, with the ki

mother, y

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ndkerchiefs signaled a last farewell; and out of the mists of our tears seemed to rise a mighty rainbow, span

ng and paralleling above, and a solitary observing balloon hovering ov

torpedoes, and, like the charger who scents the battle from afar, w

ould go to the bridge. The Commander of the Leviathan, Captain Bryan, together with his staff, would be there assembled; and, as the last rays of the sun sank beneat

lace of ocean foam; its pavement strewn with silvery sheen; its sanctuary light the candelabra of the stars. "I will lead thee into solitude and there I will spea

deep there

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ng, most young men back home are fastidious-here all must wear the life preserver style trimmed à la canteen, which

butts is of little concern-m'lady's best parlor centerpiece, polished floor or cherished urn usually preferred; woe betide the luckless Buddie who denies his poor dead fag decent burial in the ubiquitous spit kit!

led in the very face of Death, made tolerable, if not happy, those seven thrilling days at sea. "Some swell place" would be Buddie's com

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o say good-bye. Now I am not satisfied with the details of that parting; I am just crazy about the girl, and what worries me is the thought that, in the excitement of leaving, I may not ha

n arms, climbing with him even then the road to Calvary's hill! "Sure thing-leave it to m

I think she saw you loved her all right-however

letter, collaborating in the most unique, most comp

ts journey from Ponteneuson Barracks, Brest, back to Chicago. Was it successful? Here's to you, Barry

ray high in the air from a heavy white-capped sea, the cry rang out "man overboard from the Northern Pa

d, but no sign was seen of him. His untimely and tragic death deeply affected us all; and though the ocean

ey come, we were tempted to believe they rose from the depths of the sea. How thrilled we were to see those

, the same evil periscopes were watching us now from beyond yonder kopje of a wave! Our temples throbbed poundingly; our throats grew dry, our eyes stared straight ahead-the same psychic phenomena w

A clean single will tie, a double will beat us. Uncle Sam's Navy is in the box; Von Ti

wings with terrific force-"Strike three, you're out!" and proudly our