D570 364th LIBRARY OF CONGRESS DOODSllifllHl °«y^^- J' ^^, :^.\.-^ V%T^\,o-^^ V.^ 'AO' ^oV* --...v :dd/A^ \..^ /^i^'- -^..^^ '^ A'^ X* ' • • • • A .* .: ' ^'^^'^- CHRONOLOGICAL HISTORY of the 364th HELD HOSPITAL COMPANY ft. CHRONOLOGICAL HISTORY of the 364th FIELD HOSPITAL COMPANY Published at Portland, Oregon July, 1921 Copyright 1921 364th Field Hospital Publication Committee CHffc JOM 2 1811 Press of Portland Printing House Co. Portland, Oregon V/ 13 1922 / DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO WROTE LETTERS TO US a, O 5 ^ FOREWORD The object of this volume is to establish a permanent record of tJiat company, best known as Field Hospital 364, from the beginning until — who can say ? Army orders state that 364 expired in the Spring of 1919 ; but the spirit of the organization and friendships formed therein will last as long as the men. The editors have done their best to portray the personal as well as the historial events ; but it is to be regretted that the information regarding individuals was, of necessity, drawn from the memories of the authors, and does not do justice to the members of 364. The compilation of this volume has been an honor and privilege rather than a task, as it has enabled us to visualize old times and record them for our comrades. THE EDITORS Alvin 0. Binswanger, John Helmer, Harlan C. Bristow, Jason F. Van Winkle, J. Harry Carroll, James M. Vranizan. SUMMARY June 4, 1917 — Company fully recruited. July 15, 1917 — Departure for Camp Lewis. June 27, 1918— Entrained for the East. July 12, 1918— Sailed on the Olympic. July 19, 1918 — Arrived Southampton. July 21, 1918 — Arrived Cherbourg. July 27, 1918— Arrived St. Nazaire. August 28, 1918 — Arrived Montigny-le Roi. Sept. 10-13, 1918— Reserve for St. Mihiel Drive. Sept. 20, 1918— In the Forest de Hesse. Sept. 26-Oct. 4 — Argonne Drive. Oct. 17 — Entrained at Revigny. Oct. 19 — Arrived Elverdinghe, Belgium. Nov. 1-4 — Lgs. Scheldt Drive. Dec. 28 — Left Proven for Prance. Jan. 3 (?) — Arrived de G-laye. March 24 — Arrived Montoir-St. Nazaire. April 8 — Sailed on '"Virginian." April 20— Docked Hoboken ; Train to Camp Upton. May 9 — Last of 364 mustered out. (The Oregonian, July 16. 1917) HOSPITAL UNIT STARTS TO WAR Portland Company, First to Be Called, Entrains for Camp at American Lake. ATHLETES AMONG NUMBER Eighty Men and Five Officers Are in Organization — Women to Meet Tuesday to Arrange for Delicacies to Members. First among the field hospital units of the Pacific Coast to be called into service, the Portland Field Hospital, Medical Department of the Enlisted Reserve Corps, U. S. A., entrained at the Union Depot late last night for American Lake and the rigors of the training camp. The unit, which already is declared by experts to be in fine fettle, is composed of 80 enlisted men and five officers. The officers are Lieutenant J. Guy Strom, in command; Lieutenant Si)iro Sargentich, Lieutenant Mount and Lieutenant Wetherbee. The latter two pre- ceded the company to American Lake. Some hundreds of friends and relatives watched the men as they fell into line for roll call, rather smartly for all their briefness of training and gave ringing answers of ''Here!" At least a third of the unit are men of six feet and more in height, and all were of the clean-cut type of American youth. Many of the enlisted men left business and profes- sion, established in this city, to join the service, and nearly all members of this unit are well known. Walter A. Hummel, a member of the Multnomah Amateur Athletic Club, is an athlete of National repute, and holds the 440-yard hurdle record for senior and junior, won at the Amateur Athletic Union games in Newark, N. J., last September. **Bill" Holden was a rock of strength in the University of Oregon football team, and for the last three years has been with the "Winged M. " Brewer A. Billie captained the Oregon Agricultural College football squad, which defeated the Michigan Agricul- tural College team in 1915. .Joseph Luckey was an intersch elastic star a few years ago. E. R, Holt is a Multnomah athlete, Joseph Lambert, a member of the Portland Golf Club, was a strong participant in the recent Northwest tournament at Waverly links. John Wilhelm, of Portland Academy and the University of Oregon, is champion golfer of the Eugene Country Club. DENTAL SCHOOL GRADUATE ENLISTS Alfred Schilt, a recent graduate from the North Pacific Dental College, was a sensational football player in the Portland Interseholastic League a few years since, * ' Ted ' ' Preble gained laurels for the Multnomah Amateur Athletic Club as a staunch swim- mer and diver. Kobert N. McMurray is the son of William McMurray, of the O.-W. R. & N., and was of note as an orator at Jefferson High School and the University of Oregon. Two newspaper men are in the unit. Earl R. Goodwin, member of the Oregonian reportorial staff, and for several years assistant sporting editor, had been in the employ of the Oregonion since 1909. Ser- geant Finlay D. McNaughton for several years was a member of The Oregonian staff, and at the time of his enlistment was assistant night editor of the Journal. ALL ARE EAGER FOR DUTY The men are keen for duty in France. Their only apprehension is tliat, being the first Field Hospital unit to be summoned to American Lake, they may be found so indispensable there that the orders for foreign service will tarry. The roster of enlisted men is as follows: Non-commissioned officers — Walter D. Whitcomb, Donald M. MacClaire, James L. Boone, Ellsworth B. Hanna, Finlay D. McNaughton, Harlan C. Bristow, James B. Mockbee, Lewis C. Holbrook. Privates — Roland L. Atcheson, Erwin H. Baren- drick, Perc. S. Brown, Hart L. Browne, Lewis A. Bron- augh, Brewer A. Billie, Alvin O. Binswanger, John H. Carroll, George A. Carroll, Charles C. Callahan, Harry E. Cherry, Joseph B. Canfield, George E. Drew, Ken- neth C. Farley, Raeman T. Flemming, John E. Gillmore, Isaac E. Garrard, Chester E. Gast, Edwin F. Grigwire, William E. Gerber, Earl R. Goodwin, Charles E. Gasset, William F. Holden, Walter A. Hummel, Thomas Hunter, Merritt S. Hughes, Willard H. Hurley, John Helmer, Harold Hershner, Edmond Holt, Leslie W. Hartley, George Hepburn, George H. Jehlinger, Leonard I. Kauf- man, Edward F. La Spronce, Joseph L. Luckey, Joseph H. Lambert, Karl Madison, Walter R. Miller, Basil L. Meekins, Edmund F. Munly, Alfred E. Mattern, Esker R. Mitchell, Frank W. McElroy, Robert N. McMurray, Milton F. Penfield, George F. Pettengill, Edward W. Preble, Leon J. Robertson, Laurence A. Rosenthal, Amil J. Ruff, Alfred Schilt, Glenn Sheeley, Sidney L. Shoell, Charles P. Short, William A. Sieberts, George M. Simons, Cornelius R. Stein, George Stiegeler, Cecil Stemler, Frederick R. Stipe, William H. Stipe, John C. Sturm, Albert Thornburj% Frank H. Tusler, Jason F. Van Winkle, Dominic J. Vranizan, James M. Vranizan, Francis T. Wade, Clyde L. Walter, George W. Warmoth, John Wilhelm. The woman's auxiliary of the unit will meet in the (Central Library at 8 o'clock Tuesday night to effect a permanent organization to send delicacies to the men. All wives, mothers, sisters and sweethearts of the members are urged to attend. CHRONOLOGICAL HISTORY of the 364th FIELD HOSPITAL COMPANY PART I HEADQUARTERS, WESTERN DEPARTMENT Special Orders, No. 148 San Francisco, Cal., July 7, 1917. Extract. 33. Seventy-nine enlisted men of the Medical Enlisted Reserve Corps, composing Field Hospital Company unit, now at Portland, Oregon, are ordered into active service and will proceed, under command of First Lieutenant John Guy Strohm, Medical Officers' Reserve Corps, to mobilization camp, American Lake, Washington, for duty. The Quarter- master Corps, Vancouver Barracks, Washington, will issue to each enlisted man his initial allowance of clothing and furnish the necessary transportation and subsistence for the journey. The travel directed is necessary in the military service. * # * By command of Major General Liggett: H. H. WHITNEY, Lieutenant Colonel, Adjutant General Department Adjutant. The official history of the Medical Department of the Ninety-first Division began with the execution of this order. On July 15, 1917, at the Union Depot, Portland, Oregon, 77 of these 79 enlisted men, together with Lieutenants John Guy Strohm, J. R. Wetherbee and Spiro Sargentisch; the first named being in command, entrained for American Lake, Washington, the site of Camp Lewis. Let this day and this event be remembered as a great [1] The 364th F. H. day and a great event in the history of the City of Portland, the State of Oregon, and the entire Northwest. Let it be remembered with a surging pride, for this little band of men was the nucleus of the 364th Field Hospital, 316th Sanitary Train — that gallant and valorous company which, months later, did so well to distinguish itself in the supreme test of service rendered in the Argonne Forest and the Ypres- Scheldt Drive ; and by so doing made its name memorable in the history of the city, state and territory from which it sprang. To the nation at large and to the Allied Cause the com- pany rendered service worthy of generous praise and com- mendation. The spirit of the 364th Field Hospital was a true part of that larger national and international spirit that made an Allied victory possible. The 364th Field Hospital, 316th Sanitary Train, 91st Division came to life in the suite of rooms in the Medical Building, Portland, Oregon, occupied by Captain Herbert M. Greene and Lieutenant John Guy Strohm, as they were officially designated at the time. Captain Greene was a recruiting officer who but recently had returned from the Mexican border, and Lieutenant Strohm, his office partner, when the two had been medical practitioners in civilian life, began his military career as aide to his partner in the re- cruiting of enlisted men for field hospital and ambulance com- panies and in the giving of physical examinations to medical practitioners who were desirous of obtaining commissions. The volume of work put through by these two men was enormous and demanded the services of an office personnel of enlisted men who could come early in the morning and stay on the job until the small hours of the next morning, working at high pressure all the time. An enumeration or explanation of their many tasks has no part in this narrative. Such an explanation would cover many pages and leave the reader, probably, in as bewildered a state of mind as that of the officers and men who found the struggle with army rules and regulations a never-ending puzzle. It is sufficient to state that the spirit displayed here, as everywhere else, was that company spirit which made the 364th Field Hospital the success that it was. It may well be said that this company spirit was born in these offices ; for here it was that the patriotic young [2] Multnomah Field man who was ready to give his life to his country, if need be, took the oath that made him a member of the Medical Enlisted Eeserve Corps. MULTNOMAH FIELD The original companj^ almost to a man, learned the rules of military courtesy and the principles of military drill in evening sessions held on Multnomah Field. Thanks is here given to the several individuals whose names have been lost in the passing of time, but whose service to us, as instructors and drill-masters will ever be gratefully remembered. The first of these drills were held in civilian clothes. Afterwards, when uniforms and equipment had been secured from the barracks at Vancouver, Washington, and had been distributed, tried on, altered and tailored and finally donned with true military pride, these evening drills were performed with a snap that would have done credit to a company of old-time regulars. ENTRAINING Certainly, the men who stood assembled on the platform of the Union Depot to say a soldier's farewell to those they loved best and dearest and whom they might never see again, were much more military in their appearance than would have seemed possible, considering the short time they had drilled as a company, and the peculiarities of the army uni- form to which they, perforce, had become accustomed. The good-byes said — and they were the good-byes of heart to heart, given and received without any great display of outward emotion — officers and enlisted men together boarded the train and were carried away. THE FIRST BREAKFAST Now the ways of army life and civilian life differ as every- body knows. An example of this difference is afforded in the relation of the ordeal known in the company annals as ''That First Breakfast." To properly appreciate "That First Breakfast" it is necessary to take the reader back to the train bearing the company to American Lake. Stretched on the seats without overcoats or blankets, were men who were growing more cramped and chilly with each passing moment. These men [3] The 364th F. H. knew and took comfort in the thought that the mess sergeant and an assistant had preceded them to American Lake in an automobile two days previously for the express purpose of reporting to the officer whose duty it was known was the preparing of the kitchen and a good meal for the company that was coming. The time for this duty seemed ample and the task not great; so what mattered a few hours of cold and crowded train riding, when a good substantial meal — probably hot and of varied dishes — awaited them at their first camp site, wherever it might be. Imagine then the mingled emotions of dismay and dis- gust when, after de-training in the piercing cold of a Camp Lewis morning, they were marched, stiff and sore as they were, to their camp site, half a mile or so east of the track, and there forced to partake of a slice of army bread and a cup of bitter black coffee. Judging by the remarks made during and after breakfast, the meal was not satisfactory. Lucky was the man who was provided with a box of home- cooked grub, and lucky were they who were able to share the good fortune of those so equipped. The rest were *'out of luck" — a phrase that every man who saw service under- stands. THE FIRST DETAILS Imagine for a moment the task of preparing a summer camp for a small party of people in a flat, wooded loca- tion with a snow-capped mountain in the background, and enlarge this task to the extent of accommodating 79 enlisted men and four officers ; and you have a good, general concep- tion of the task of preparing the first camp of Field Hospital Co. B — to give the organization one of its early names. On Multnomah Field and during the cold night journey to American Lake, details had been appointed for the various tasks necessary for the proper making of a field camp. These details began their tasks the minute breakfast was concluded and fairly before the bad taste of the army portion of it was out of their mouths. Some felled the trees that hindered the erecting of the line of tents along the company street ; others dug an incinerator ; still others erected a flag- pole close to the head of the company street. A large detail improved upon the arrangements of the kitchen, unpacked supplies and stored them as best they could. Another detail [4] 'f^ i#^ tt .^^ s^ ^ • ^v J, ^-.~^-' '" ^-"^ ■\ •■'>■''' l. 3. Uur ■St home in The an-.iy. 4. Chateau at Waereghem. 5. Our second camp site at Camp I.ewis. 6. K. P. at Ceton, France. Camp Lewis (lug out the boxes containing army cots and blankets; and without going further into the experiences of the first day the narrative will proceed to an account of the never-to-be- forgotten experiences of the first night. THE FIRST NIGHT IN CAMP Some time during the day each man was supplied with two army blankets and a cot. Many retired immediately after the evening mess, dog tired from the excitement and novelty of their first day of army life. For an hour or so after the sun went down, the temperature inside the tents was agreeable; but by the time "Taps" had been blown, the chill in the air w^as quite noticeable. By midnight, many of those who had retired in regular fashion had been up several times to don additional articles of clothing and so keep from freezing. The painful truth that army blankets v^^ere but very little protection against the ever-increasing cold was being brought forcibly to the mind of the company — that is, blankets that were laid on the cot as sheets were laid on the bed back home. Many gave up the struggle of keeping warm in bed and sat up around the kitchen fire and told stories to keep warm. Others man- fully wrestled with the problem of folding the blankets against the cold and of getting themselves properly between the folds when once arranged. A few succeeded and man- aged to sleep warm during the remainder of the night; the rest of those "hard-try" men kept themselves warm by try- ing. And this night-time experience, like the bitter, black coffee and army bread, never will be forgotten. After all, it was only a small experience as compared with some of the big moments to come in action in France and Belgium; but certainly it was a vivid contrast to civilian home life, just ended. GUARD MOUNT It were well to emphasize the fact that Camp Lewis, as a camp, did not exist at this time. In journeying through tlie woods about the camp, one came upon stakes driven aimlessly it seemed. And one could walk for a long distance in any direction save the v^^est and discover these stakes. It gave one a feeling of awe so to compute the size of the cantonment. And when the sound of hammer and saw began [5] The 364th F. H. to reach us through the trees, which speedily happened, we were gradually but forcibly awakened to the size of the task confronting Uncle Sam in just this one feature of preparing civilians for war. To acquaint with the ways of army life the reader who never has been on a cantonment, or to whom an army day, whether it be in an open camp or in barracks, is a matter of hazy conjecture ; it would seem best to explain the schedule of a work day for the full twenty-four hours, begin- ning at midnight. The schedule presented here is not the one laid down in orders issued from division headquarters after the division was formed and was about to commence training as a unit ; but rather the schedule that was in force during the days when the organization functioned as camp guard, camp fire department, and camp hospital — the days when the company was "on it's own" and Camp Lewis was just being constructed — has been chosen. This schedule was made up by our company commander and it served its purpose well. By its guidance more was actually ac- complished at times than would have seemed humanly pos- sible. Reference is being made to the time when the organ- ization was feeding and caring for over five hundred patients, with but very little outside help. No schedule of duty in the ward tents is presented, for the reason that the hours on and off duty and the duties themselves were subject to instant change as the pressure of the work required. Returning then to mid-night, we discover the sergeant of the guard and the officer of the day being changed. There was no ceremony such as regular army ''Guard Mount" connected with this event. A tired officer and non- commissioned officer, each at his respective quarters, awak- ened fresh officers to their respective posts of duty and then rolled into bed. Both these new officers were on duty con- tinuously for the next twenty-four hours. The new officer of the day, whenever the mood possessed him which, in those days was quite often, inspected the guard to see that each man was walking his post, properly armed. The non-com- missioned officer changed the guard every two hours accord- ing to a schedule which gave each guard two hours on post and four off dutv alternatelv for the twentv-four hours. [6] Kitchen Police K. P. At 4 A. M. the sergeant of the guard awakened from slumber an individual who generally groaned and rolled over on the other side. This hapless man was the early K. P. — kitchen police — whose duty was to light the fire in the field range and take the necessary preliminary steps towards pre- paring breakfast for a companj^ of men who were certain to be hungry. In the open or in barracks his was a freezing job, as may well be imagined, for an indication of the night temperature has already been given the reader and the bar- racks themselves were just as cold, owing to the regulations which ordered barracks windows thrown open at night, re- gardless of the outside temperature. During the first days of camp life the mess sergeant and two assistants, either a cook and K. P. or two cooks, arose at this freezing hour, in order to insure the proper beginning of a day in the kitchen. But as the field range and it's equip- ment became better understood this practice was altered to the one just described. At about 5 A. M. this hapless K. P. was able to grin at two or three chattering comrades who rushed for the fire he had built. These servers of Uncle Sam were the cooks and the rest of the K. P. THE DAY BEGINS At 5:45 A. M. the bugler blew "First Call." Fifteen minutes prior to this time he had been awakened by the sergeant of the guard. While the bugler stood at the base of the flag-pole awakening the camp to the activities of a new day, the sergeant of the guard stood beside him slowly raising the flag to the top of the staff. ''First Call" was followed by "Keveille" at 5:55 A. M. and found the boys hustling into their clothes. ''Assembly" came five minutes later and morning roll call was held on the company street in front of the tents. Six-fifteen to 6:30 A. M. was devoted to setting-up ex- ercises, sometimes conducted by an enlisted man, sometimes by an officer. "Mess Call" was blown at 6:45 A. M. In the meantime the men had washed and shaved and taken the first steps to- wards putting their tents in order. [7] The 364th F. H. At the very beginning of our army days we ate mess while standing about the field kitchen and the bare ground was our table. Then real tables were built by several members of the company who were handy with carpenter's tools, and there were many such men. These men likewise constructed racks on which the towels used for drying mess equipment and kitchen utensils might be hung. Every man in the com- pany heaved a great sigh of relief when at last we were in- stalled in our appointed barracks and were able to eat our meals under a genuine roof and in a real dining room. THE LADIES AUXILIARY While on the subject of mess it were befitting to mention the many benefits received from the Ladies Auxiliary, nearly all of which had something to do with the kitchen. To our mothers, wives, sisters, sweethearts and friends we owe a debt of gratitude we never can hope to repay. They were with us and for us from the first to the last, with food or money or in some other practical way, and when this was impossible, as guiding, comforting and protecting spirits. The 364th Field Hospital Auxiliary formally came into being in room H of the Central Library, Portland, Oregon, on the evening of July 27, 1917. Mrs. J. H. Bristow was elected president; Mrs. E. M. Holden, vice-president; Mrs. A. S. Rosenthal, treasurer, and Miss Pearl Dalton, secretary. In recognition of her efforts in forming the Auxiliary, Miss 0. C. Graves was elected honorary president. The body of the organization consisted of about one hundred members. To return to the schedule. ''Sick Call" came next. The time varied as the work demanded, but ''Sick Call" in some form was held from the very beginning. This was the time when the chronic "bunk hound" — the derivation of which phrase maj^ easilv be imagined — got his large dose of castor oil. DAILY SCHEDULE Before this, however, in fact just as soon after mess as possible, the duty of putting the camp in order was resumed. During the period that the inspections were held in tents, the manners of preparing for them were varied and arduous. At one time in our Camp Lewis career, a prize was offered [8] Daily Schedule to the inmates of the tent found to be in the best order. The competition for this honor was keen, for the prize was an extra pass from camp. Seven-thirty to 8:15 A. M., Drill; School of the Detach- ment. This meant drill to all those not assigned to special duty and not on fatigue duty. This drill might be conducted by a commissioned officer, a non-commissioned officer or some buck private selected for competency. Or it might not be conducted at all. Instead the entire company might be marched somewhere for another ''shot in the arm." The unexpected and the unwished-for were always happening to the company schedule. Eight-thirty to 9:15 A. M., Ceremonies or Drill — if not something else. Nine-thirty to 10 :30 A. M., Lecture. In the barracks, this generally took place in the dining room. While we lived in tents, the lecture periods, w^henever possible, were spent under the trees. These lectures, delivered by an officer who had been a doctor in civilian life, would be on any topic from camp sanitation to human anatomy. Ten-forty-five to 11:30 A. M., Drill. More school of the detachment. This period might be devoted to drill by squads of eight men, or to drill by platoons of four or more squads each, or to drill with litters — or stretchers, as they are known in civilian life— or to the many variations of marching or tent pitching. Twelve noon. Mess. One-thirty to 2 :15 P. M., Sanitation in the Field. In other words the detachment would be instructed in the duties of laying out a camp, for example. These were so bewildering, then as now, that nothing is added to the reader's knowledge by an endeavor to explain the methods employed to obtain the perfected system by which men erected and tore down the tents in record time. Or perhaps sanitation in the field would be dropped temporarily to indulge in semaphore signal- ing or wig-wagging. Two-thirty to 4:00 P. M.. Review of First Aid. This might mean a review of the lecture of the day: practice in carrying wounded patients, bandaging imaginary wounds, and so on. Five-forty-five P. M., "First Call for Retreat." Five-fifty-five P. M., ''Assembly" and "Roll Call." m The 364th F. H. similar to the morning ''Assembly" and ''Roll Call." After which the company marched to the parade ground before the flag-pole to do its part in the daily ceremony of lowering the Stars and Stripes to the notes of the bugle. Six P. M., Mess. The evening would be devoted to many occupations. Read- ing, clothes mending, journeys to the many recreation centers about camp, letter writing and so on, with plenty of card and crap games progressing on the bunks or mess tables, whether orders allowed them or not. Nine-forty-five P. M., "Tattoo." A call to send the com- pany to quarters. Eleven P. M., "Taps." When lights were put out and the army day was over to everyone except the sergeant of the guard, the guard themselves and the officer of the day, all of whom would be relieved at mid-night. This brief sketch gives no account of the paper work done during the day by the office force. The routine was a heavy one even on days when orders of one sort and an- other and from one source and another did not pile up. Sunday was the day of rest and passes from camp. Very few remained in camp other than those who had to be there. DIVERSIFIED DUTIES At our first tent site, the organization had several names. Provisional Field Hospital 30; Field Hospital Co. B are ex- amples. The company, under whatever name, had the proud dis- tinction of functioning as Camp Guard ; Camp Hospital and Camp Fire Department, all at the same time. As Camp Guard, during the early days before Camp Lewis emerged upon us through falling trees, our sentry posts were far-flung and embraced everything of value in the camp. As Camp Hospital, the organization took care of the in- jured workmen about the cantonment, with the assistance and co-operation of the Regimental Hospital established by Captain North ington, afterwards Lieutenant Colonel North- ington in charge of the Base Hospital. But the biggest and most successful undertaking of the company as a hospital occurred shortly after we had moved to our second tent site, at which time we were required to care for from three to five hundred or more patients, and feed them and our own- [10] Camels and Asses Clubs selves from two army field ranges. Happily for us, this situa- tion did not endure for many weeks. THE LIFE The big events of our life in barracks was the rough-house on Halloween Eve, when the place was made to look as though a cyclone had passed through it and was not restored to order until the small hours of the next morning. Second — the formation of the Camels and Asses Clubs, one on one side of the hall and the other on the other. When the arguments between these two warring factions grew hot it was as much as a man's life was worth to go up-stairs. The same may be said of the down-stairs organiza- tion known as the "Goats," who, though out-numbered by both the Camels and the Asses, were a hard bunch to beat. The party given on New Year's Eve, 1918, to our friends and relatives who happened to be in camp or who could come out from Tacoma or Seattle, was an immense success. The party was held in the mess hall. The music was the best to be had in the Train ; the dance itself, though held in crowded quarters, was a highly enjoyable affair. The re- freshments were excellent. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent in Portland by most of the company, so little is to be said of those holidays. Liberty Day, in Portland, Oregon, when the company, recruited to its full strength, showed the home folks how it could march, was an event never to be forgotten by those who took part as well as those who were spectators. Twice the division as a unit was inspected by Major General Greene, and the performances of Field Hospital 364 were praiseworthy on both occasions. In athletics, the company was very proficient. Foot- ball, baseball, basketball, track — all had their devotees, many of whom were big figures in Northwestern sports. One, Walter Hummell, national amateur hurdler, journeyed to St. Louis while the organization was at its second tent site, to take part in the National Amateur Meet of 1917. His performance there was excellent considering the fact that he had been sick for several days prior to his departure for the East, and that two days constituted his entire training period. In football several men who have big names in North- Ill] The 364th F. H. western athletics gave the company a name to be remembered in that sport. In camp life, these men were members of the 316th Sanitary Train Team, the best of the 91st Division Teams and also members of the 91st Division Team itself, which played the Marines from Mare Island, California, in one of the biggest contests ever held in the Northwest, played in the Stadium at Tacoma, before an audience of forty thousand. In baseball, basketball and track athletics the organiza- tion made a fine record. Last, but not least, more enlisted men connected with this organization won commissions than from any other organization in the 816th Sanitary Train. OUR DESTINY Right from the start — back in the office where the re- cruiting was done — there had been rumors as to when the compan.y would go to France. We knew we were enlisting for service overseas, for there was a telegram from Wash- ington, D. C, to that effect, to spur recruiting on. From the day we signed the oath of allegiance to our country until the day Ave were discharged we heard rumors that directly and indirectly affected us. Some of these rumors — in fact most of them — were wildly improbable ; others — the com- parative few, based on probabilities that for the most part were clearly apparent — developed into the actualities that formed our military history. The man who drilled on Multnomah Field, first in civilian clothes and then in brand-new uniform was a man who kept his head up to face the struggle of a life unknown to him. The man who marched to the train that was to take him to the Atlantic sea-board, though a seasoned, well-trained soldier, kept his head up to face struggles and difficulties — the realities of the Argonne and the Ypres-Scheldt Drive — which his imagination could not encompass. And it was well that this was so. The life ahead of the man was harder by far than the life he had lead, hard as it had been. But onward he went, cheerful, confident and brave, to an un- known land and unknown dangers, and Camp Lewis saw him no more until he returned to be honorably discharged from the service. [12] Departure from Camp Lewis PART II PKEPARATIONS FOR LEAVING From the time of our arrival at Camp Lewis, the para- mount question in the minds of all was "when do we go from here?" Especially during the early training days was this true. Conversation swung about it, converged toward it. clustered around it and focused upon it. P]ven when think- ing or speaking about other things, this vital question burned vividly in the sub-conscious mind. Though at all times there was vast uncertainty as to the length of time we were to be held there, some should not have been "surprised" if the com- pany had been ordered away at the end of a month ; others, more conservative, thought three months would be the pos- sible limit; still others, more dubious, were inclined to feel that the time might be indefinite, though they conceded the possibility of moving orders being received any day. The subject was the motive for many a wager and, incidently, the cause of many dollars being hurried into circulation at the expense and discomfiture of certain members of the com- pany. About the middle of November, Lieutenant Monroe started the rumor that he had it on semi-official authority, that December L5 should see us on our way to New York. This made the boys jerk to attention and look alive. But the rumor was not well founded. Nothing happened. And as the calendar clicked off the days, they grew into months, the winter had passed, spring was upon us and we seemed to have taken root on the spot. By this time some had grown hard-boiled watching the floating bubbles of rumor as they were blown from day to day. and resolved to watch no more, having given up the hope of leaving the place until the end of the war. About this time the abbreviation, "S. 0. S.," came into its own. It was usually applied, either audibly or mentally, to each rumor (latrine or otherwise), though there were always some who, with varying degrees of receptivity, never tired of watching these bubbles to see whither they would lead; and with the bursting of each successive sphere, watched with unabated eagerness for the launching of a fresh one. When it collapsed they joined in the loud chorus of disclaimer as tlie boys s(ninded off in the vernacular suited to the occasion. ri3] The 364th F. H. The months of training and keeping our ear to the ground had made us unusually psychic. All through the month of May there had been a growing feeling that our time at Camp Lewis was drawing to a close, and when, early in June, an abrupt change took place, we should have sensed it had we been blind, so pronounced were the indications. Major Col- bert said: "You boys are going to France very soon now — much sooner than you think. Just how soon I am not at liberty to state. So make the most of your time." Later we were told that we might inform relatives and friends that inside of three weeks we should be on our way. But always indefinite and a certain air of secrecy shrouding it. During the last few days there was a slackening of the rigid training that had made muscles hard as boards and each move had a definite meaning. Our hospital equipment was loaded aboard the cars. Code addresses were selected by each man, to be used in case he should cable from overseas, and instruc- tions issued to so inform the one whom he might cable. These cable addresses were composed of an ingenious combination of the name and place, being part of each word so arranged as to form the most euphonious combination. Rumor bubbles ceased to float in the air, for all now was fact and verity. The sturdiest doubter doubted no more. We were surely going. It required some hours for our minds to come into a complete realization of what we were facing. The unbelievable had occurred. The time to which we had looked forward for so many months had come. After eleven months, eleven days and eleven hours at Camp Lewis, we were leaving for the East. While the morale of 364 had always been maintained at a high standard, yet a certain mechanical spirit, at times on the borderland of the listless, had been prevalent — a spirit inseparable from, and consonant with the attitude of the typi- cal training camp mind. But now there was noticed a new light in the eye, and every man moved as with a purpose. There was serious work ahead. The time to perform real service was at hand. The knowledge galvanized into new activity and raised the morale to a higher order. [14] On the Train THE TRIP ACROSS THE CONTINENT Many fond good-byes were said by those who were fortu- nate enough to have friends and relatives to see them leave ; but the grand prize was given to George Drew. It surely was tough for him. At 4:45 P. M. of Thursday, June 27, 364 climbed onto and over-populated two tourist Pullmans and wondered how life for six days could be tolerated under such crowded con- ditions. But now, as we fall into a reminiscent mood, this trip stands forth like a blazing star as one of the luxurious events of our army career. Before entraining, the route over which we were to be taken was kept secret. We were headed South. Among the boys who lived in Portland there was a division of sentiment. Some, of course, would have been glad to see members of their family, should the route take them through their home town ; yet it should have been more of a heart rend than a consolation, and some preferred to slip away without having to cause the pain of final parting. For, after all, those good- byes did not seem to get us anywhere. They were harder on the ones left behind. At Vancouver, Washington, there was a delegation to greet us. Several sleight of hand artists had circumvented orders and wired ahead to Portland causing an exodus of the 364th Ladies Auxiliary. A few more good-byes while we changed train crews, and we were off over the Union Pacific. When the train came to a stop, then started moving again, the engine taking the switch and the line of sixteen cars began to slowly bend to the left, indicating that the long Eastern journey had actually begun, it was at that moment that the Portland boys realized (with a deep-drawn breath), that there was not even a chance for them to see their people — not for a long time. The next morning we were introduced to a set of rules which were to be rigidly enforced. No visiting between cars, no yelling from windows, no information to be given as to what unit we belonged, where we were from, or where we were going. La Grande was our first stop for exercise. Companies left the cars at the sound of assembly and were treated to a short hike, well seasoned with double time. This schedule was [15] The 364th F. H. repeated several times each day during the entire trip. Oc- casionally, after the hike, we were permitted to converse with the natives for a few minutes before being herded into the cars. Stops were made at Huntington, Oregon ; Mont- pelier, Idaho; Green River, Wyoming; Sidney and Grand Island, Nebraska. At North Platte, Nebraska, the company stood muster. The Red Cross served coffee and sandwiches at Clinton, Iowa. Stops were made at West Chicago, Chicago, Kent, Ohio, and Salamanca, New York. At 8:30 in the even- ing of July 2, as we were preparing to re-entrain after march- ing through the streets of this town, one of a bevy of girls — out in quest of romance — was heard, whimsically and a little reproachfully, to say: "You boys from the West are slow." And they pressed in upon us as though to restrain us from leaving at once. But against these snares and pit- falls we had been enjoined by Captain Monroe (who was in charge of the company enroute. Major Colbert having gone ahead with Hart Browne two weeks before as debarkation officer in England), to beware. Said he: ''You will prob- abl3^ find that some of the girls along the way will want to be loved more than you will." Stops were also made at Port Jarvis, Pennsylvania, and Suffern, New York. At the latter place Red Cross women handed out cookies, chocolates, cocoa and cigarettes. CAMP MERRITT On the evening of July 3, we arrived at Camp Merritt, where we were quartered in barracks until the 11th. Passes were available the day after our arrival and each man h<)u several opportunities to visit New York. Our clothing was tlioroughly examined by Lieutenant Brooke, and his husky grip proved many articles to be un- serviceable. After the outfitting began, we were kept going day and night — and all hours of the night — until it was finished. Some of the boys wasted hours trying to make their lower limbs look trim and shapely in the new issue of wrap puttees; but for general efficiency no one couid excel Leonard Kaufman. Though required to turn in our russet shoes before being issued the trench shoes, the boys deferred as long as possible, in order to have the lighter footwear for a neater appearance on the streets of New York. A few made the trip after ex- [16] New York changing. As they walked along Fifth Avenue shod in horseshoe heel and hob-nail sole, making a racket like the wooden sabot of the native of that country to which they were going, many a curious glance was directed at their pedal extremities. This scrutiny, keenly felt at the time, was endured with a new grace on our return from overseas when, in their service shoes, the}'' trod the selfsame streets. But in each case the glance askance was observed to cover the same sector of the anatomy. Reveille sounded at 3 :30 A. M. of the 11th, and soon after mess the march for Alpine Landing was started. This was our initiation into the Grand Lodge of Secret Army Orders. No one knew where we were going. The entire Sanitary Train and part of the 364th Infantry boarded a ferry boat, which was several sizes too small, and started down the Hudson. Our destination proved to be Pier No. 59, New York, where we immediately embarked on the "Olympic" and were stowed away on D deck. GOOD-BYE BROADWAY At 9:15 A. M. on the morning of the 12th, there was a prolonged hoarse blast from the throat of the steamer, seem- ing to last several minutes. Hurrying officers ordered: "Stand back and stand fast !" As we stood fast, facing out- ward, the adjacent pier was seen to be slowly receding. We were moving! The A. E. F. had acquired a most efficient field hospital. No wonder the men of 364 Avere strangely still. A new epoch seemed opening up before us. Minds were busy with thoughts in retrospect, mingled with those of prospect, as to the future heavily freighted with possibilities, with un- certainty. All seemed shrouded in mystery. It is at such moments that the soul of man cries out against his limitations. He reaches out into the blackness of infinite space, groping, clutching, inquiring. No answering contact rewards. His hand returns to him void. The veil remains. We must wait. Thus slowly, very quietly we drifted, as if impelled by some hidden, inevitable impulse, past that image standing as guardian of our liberties, for the perpetuation of which we were now moving outward toward the glassy sea. And over all the palpable, brooding spell of hush. Not one disputed its sovereignty. [17] The 364th F. H. After passing the outer buoy our pilot left us, bidding us "good-bye and good luck." Our escort, consisting of a dirigible, two hydroplanes and a destroyer, dropped out one by one until, at nightfall, the destroyer only remained. The morning of the second day it was gone. But the six-inch guns and speed of the ''Olympic" were considered ample protection. When well out to sea, our course was changed to a southerly direction. This course was followed until out of the supposed path of the submarines when we again headed East, leaving a zigzag trail in our wake throughout the entire distance. A sharp lookout was kept for submarines, the gunners standing by the guns. Sometimes objects were apparently sighted which promptly developed into phantoms, and the excitement, rapidly welling high in anticipation of action, subsided as it grew. So far as is known, not a sub- marine was sighted. The third day out (Sunday evening), Herbert Hoover made an address on "The Conservation of Food." As our mess was conducted by the British, further conservation on our part was hardly necessary or possible. The speech was adding insult to injury. Gathered there under the pale moon, on the towering deck of the giant steamer, 892 feet in length, the dull throbbing roar of her engines but faintly heard at that distance, it was hard for us to realize, as the voices of the Red Cross nurses blended with those of the men in the singing of hymns, the concerto effect floating out on the soft summer air, that it was to war we were going and not attending a roof garden party. The voyage was uneventful, with virtually no seasickness. Exercise was provided mainly by boat drills and running on the promenade deck ; although the mania of the duty officers to clear decks kept us moving continually. Being an abso- lute quotation, the slogan, "You can't sit here. You can't stand here. You can't stay here," first drew breath of life early in the passage, receiving its baptism of immortality. Blue denims and life preservers were the prescribed cos- tume for enlisted men. After several hours in the ship's brig. Sergeant Hershner decided he was no exception to the rule. Officers, of course, wore nothing over their uniforms, not even life preservers. Some of the boys suggested that possibly they would not sink. As officers had the privilege of [18] On the "Olympic" conversing with the Red Cross nurses, of whom there were several hundred on board, and the enlisted men had not that privilege, the former were often fixed with many an evil eye. The nurses favored with nature's kindest benediction — charm, became at once the cynosure for those officers iu whose thought the sly little urchin with the quiver, bow and arrows held hegemonic sway. The pulchritude was promptly snapped up and lacked not for entertainment; while her less favored sister, torn between conflicting thoughts, muttered platitudes and moistened her pillow\ The first boat drill caused some excitement. The short, quick, continuous blasts from the hoarse throat of the ves- sel, like some gigantic creature startled at the sudden dis- covery of an enemy, giving the alarm and marshaling for battle ; the wild sounding call of many bugles ; the shouting orders of officers; the confusion of rushing men, some of whom thought we were surrounded by submarines, the im- agination conjuring manj^ possibilities; the pallid cheek of nurses, the forward inclination of their bodies denoting weak- ness as they strove to hurry, but making little headway — all composed a picture memory still retains. At night the outer panels of the decks were closely drawn to preclude the possibility of a spark of light being seen by a passing submarine. For the men who slept on deck these were long, toilsome nights, with nothing to relieve the monotony, save one night a lonely clarionetist somewhere out on the bow played — with a master hand — "I'm Sorry I Made You Cry," "Old Kentucky Home," "Old Black Joe" and others. There was something in the playing of that solitary musician, in his unique setting, that was altogether weird, which pulled mightily at the heartstrings, which brought a surge of recollections. Some there were who, under the influence of its enchanting spell, turned their faces to the bottom of the sea and gave themselves unreservedly to the luxury of sentimental feeling. On the morning of the 18th (seventh day), we were picked up by five destroyers, two of which criss-crossed our bow, one on our port, one on our starboard, and one zigzagged across our stern. This convoy of enemies to the submarine kept us close company until our arrival in the harbor next day. [19] The 364th F. H. SOUTHAMPTON At the shout of "land!" the chalky cliffs of the Isle of Wight were faintly visible through the fog. As we drifted slowly past, the lifting fog making the outlines more distinct, we contemplated the island with much speculation as to whether it appeared that day as it did during the days when Tennyson wrote, on that spot, the "Idyls of the King." While lightly grounded on a mud flat in the harbor for about four hours, we shed our life preservers and blue denims. Floating off at high tide we landed in Southampton harbor about 8 o'clock the evening of the 19th. Time, seven and one-half days — good time considering our zigzag course. Major Colbert, who had crossed several days in advance as debarkation officer in England, was standing on the pier as the "Olympic" drew alongside, and many were the shouts of greeting. That night there was not much sleeping done. Long lines of men were kept moving, unloading barracks bags until after midnight, and in the general bustle and confusion many did not spread their blankets, but flopped down in the most convenient place to finish out the morning. After breakfast and roll call, the company debarked, spending the day on the dock. As each man filed past he was given a facsimile copy of this letter, penned by the hand of King George : "Soldiers of the United States, the people of the British Isles welcome you on your -way to take your stand beside the armies of many nations now fighting in the Old World the great battle for human freedom. "The Allies will gain new heart and spirit in your com- pany. I wish that I could shake the hand of each one of you and bid j^ou Godspeed on your mission. ' ' Windsor Castle, GEORGE, R.I." "April, 1918. CROSSING THE CHANNEL At 4 o'clock we boarded the diminutive channel boat, "King Edward." All the men being stowed away in the hold, this craft seemed more akin to an exaggerated steam launch than any vessel built to ride the waves. Steaming back down the harbor, we anchored in the channel and [20] Captain Moiiioc Lieut. Vaiidei-boget C-'aptaiii C.irpei- Lieut. -Colonel Whiteoml) Lieut. -Colonel Strohni ('ai»laiu Ki.eiin Lieut. -Colonel Mount English Channel waited for the darkness of night. After getting under way with all port holes closed, smoking banned, the one dim light in a remote, sheltered quarter burning like a taper by whose uncertain light the myriad forms prone, leaning, or grotesquely sprawled — two deep and sometimes three ; some sleeping, some too ill to sleep, some unable because of their cramped position, the dense vitiated air, and the weight of bodies; the scene suggested a detachment of soldiers, felled by a surprise gas attack, lying as they fall. To make one's way to the single flight of stairs leading up onto the deck was a hazardous undertaking. It was impossible to negotiate without treading on at least several. Some, however, when overtaken by the sickness, managed to make the deck, at the entrance to which a sergeant was posted who ordered ''Away back old man! Throw her away back!" Then began the tenuous navigation of that pitching, rolling, slippery deck, with a favorable wind. Some of these reached the rear in time ; but some who were unable to extricate themselves from their position were in sorry plight. Altogether it was a wild night on the channel. A few finding it more salubrious, sat on deck watching the indistinct outline and listening to the hiss of the rapidly moving water. A few yards distant on either side bulked the dim outlines of two grim spectres, keep- ing silent vigil. Not a spark was seen. An odd companion- ship was felt in the presence of these destroyers with the protection they gave. At length, while it was yet dark, they were seen to drop to the rear and take a definite position as if anchored. At that moment our course was suddenly changed, our speed cut down, and we were entering the harbor at Cherbourg, having again outwitted and eluded the submarine. CHERBOURG Our first view of Prance came with debarkation at day- light when the five-mile hike to an English rest camp at Tourlaville began. The white, stone buildings of quaint architecture, the odd looking streets with here and there a group of shabby children, all in black, giving us warm wel- come as they smiled into our faces, some taking us by the hand, scampering along by our side or holding out their hands, calling "pennies, pennies," their English vocabulary being limited to this one word. The spectacle of these French [21] The 364th F. H. children, poorly clad and with insufficient food, many of them orphaned, brought home to us that day as we marched through the streets of Cherbourg, the lesson of the war as the great, cruel cancer gnawing at the heart of Prance. Though we had but landed, the results were already ap- parent. Occasionally an elderly woman, bareheaded, shod with wooden sabots, meeting us with downcast eyes or averted face, dashed away a tear as the company marched on, leaving her with her memories. Or a young widow, her pale, dark-eyed beauty partially veiled by her weeds, stood quietly till we should pass; but with an impassive, far-away look, hardly appearing to notice. She, too, had her story. Beaching the outskirts of the city the tall French carts, big enough to accommodate the whole family, were met com- ing in to church — for it was Sunday morning. By the time the company arrived at the camp everybody had worked up a good sweat. This was because the road was a gentle gradient — and part not so gentle — the entire way ; also the head of the column (as usual) seemed in a hurry to get there. This made the shorter men in the rear of the column — and from there to the front with consistently dimin- ishing speed — increase cadence and speed in order to keep up. This was true with all of our hikes. The white, octagonal tents of this English rest camp, of which there were several thousand, were situated in a large space covering many acres, which was divided into compart- ments by hedges, the whole being surrounded by a tall hedge. While waiting two hours to be assigned to quarters, some of the boys, overcome by fatigue and loss of sleep, flopped down upon the greensward and soon were tightly in the embrace of Morpheus. Others, thinking more of their health, stood or moved about feeling cold and clammy. Though under the unobstructed rays of a midsummer day's sun, the air, to us in our condition, had the tang of bleak December. The hike had brought confidence to our legs and stomachs again, but in vain. Again the English had control of our rations, and during our five-day sojourn here our stomachs were the only portion of our anatomy that rusted. Com beef and hardtack was the menu and not enough of that to keep soul and body together. So strict was the embargo that a food riot was the usual thing aJmost every day, the commissary coming off second best. [22] St. Nazaire In this camp Albert Goodrich contracted scarlet fever, his tentmates, J. Carroll, Longpre, Ludlow, Griswold and Crofton were quarantined and dropped from the roster. Some rivalry developed among the boys as to who was the best container in this, their first experience with French wine. Said the British: "Drink all you want; but if you can't 'old it, don't drink it." J. Vranizan, the obstreperous, distinguished himself by breaking camp one night, jumping over the hedge, eluding the guard and making his way to town, so loud for him was the call of Bacchus. But he was caught by a British sentry on his return and thrown into the guard house. The next day he was released; but a sentence of thirty days hard labor was imposed. That is why Vranizan w^as on every detail during the next thirty days. Weeks later an official communication of British origin, embellished with many signatures, found its way to General Headquarters and finally filtered down to the company commander, inquiring if the sentence had been executed. ST. NAZAIRE July 25, Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds decided to move. At 18 o'clock and 40 minutes (6:40 P. M.), we shouldered packs, hiked back to Cherbourg and entrained in box cars. This was our first tenancy of these cars with capacity hommes 40, cheveaux 8, and as a novelty soon passed away. In disposing ourselves for the night, the main difficulty was in finding space for our feet. In making extension of these heavy, iron shod extremities, aromatic from the hike, noth- ing was more certain than that an upturned face, conven- iently near and apparently there for the sole purpose, received the full benefit of a direct hit. This was registered in various ways, depending on the disposition, temperament and volubility of the one registering. But we lay down (some of us), to dream, perchance to sleep. We thought mostly, dreamed some and slept little. With the vortex of impreca- tions that swirled upward like unhallowed incense before the throne, supplication mingled curiously — imprecation because of present stress, supplication that it might be the last ; and the song accompaniment of the cars, ''bundy, bundy, bundy," in rhythmic cadence keeping time to the sleep of those who slept. [23] The 364th F. H. The next day passing through the rich, agricultural sec- tion of Northern Prance, the peasants were harvesting their wheat in the primitive manner of their forefathers, modern labor saving machines being almost unknown among these people. The work, for an obvious reason, was being per- formed by old men, women and boys who were bearing up under the "burden and heat of the day" with a morale typical of the soul of France. Already we were beginning to observe the oustanding quality of the French people — the power to resist, the power to endure — a succession of wars through the centuries making it an essential part of their moral fibre and entering into their very bone and sinew. At LeMons, Barendrick and Thompson strayed too far away and the train pulled out leaving them there. This fact, becoming known to Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds, resulted in a tightening of discipline. Arriving at St. Nazaire early in the morning of the 27th, we hiked to Camp No. 1 before breakfast and went into bar- racks ; though, as compared with our barracks in this country, they could hardly be dignified by that title. They were long, one-story buildings with tar-paper roof and earthen floor, a row of double-deck bunks extending the length of the build- ing on either side. The principal utility of the upper berth consisted in shaking down straw, dirt and rubbish onto the bunk beneath, filling the eyes and mouth of the occupant, thereby constituting a prolific source of profanity. Or if the lower had been arranged with infinite care for inspection, it was the plain duty of the occupant of the upper berth to plant his foot, in making the ascent, just where the damage woiild be greatest. The next day (though Sunday, it was the same as any other day) half of the company was detailed for warehouse work. We now understood what the colored boys, standing by the wayside as interested spectators the morning before as we came in, meant when they said: ''We'll have some more help now." Warehouse detail, road work and drill was the daily grind. Coming in from work, warm and dusty, it was a welcome recreation to march down for a swim in the cooling waters of the Bay of Biscay. This was a daily event. One day Sheeley (called the ''Rouge Corporale" by the ma- demoiselle) became detached from the rest of the boys while in the water and was not accounted for at roll call before [24] St. Nazaire starting back for camp. He was last seen well out in the water, and knowing him to be of a daring, reckless disposi- tion, though a powerful swimmer, the boys feared the worst and in their hearts began to say for him a potential requiem as they marched back, rather more silent than usual. How- ever, as we were eating our supper (gritty with the dust blown across the parade ground), Sheeley appeared — smiling. He had embarked on a little private exploration of the bay, and thus absorbed, was oblivious to the passing of time. The 1st of August was marked bj^ an inspection by Gen- eral Pershing. Passes to the city were dealt with customary impartiality. On these occasions banquets were the rule and French liquor, of course, was easily obtained. Lack of space prevents enumerating those who succumbed to the wiles and guiles of J. Barleycorn and came back to camp in a pitiable condition. It would merely be a repetition of the company roster. One or two of the boys who occupied upper berths succeeded in finding the barracks, but had diffi- culty in locating their bunks. After receiving necessary assistance they sometimes made the night uncomfortable for their neighbor beneath, who, upon arising in the morning, found his shoes and clothing in a deplorable condition. A UNIQUE LETTER About the first of August some ingenious member of the company evolved the brilliant idea of writing an autograph letter to Earl R. Goodwin, whom we had left behind in the O. T. C. It was written on tissue paper and nearly all of the company sent some message or word of greeting. With gradually increasing length it went the rounds and by the time the last man had signed it had grown to a length of about eight feet. The Portland newspapers called it "the longest letter ever written. That this unique remembrance from his comrades over the sea received its full mead of appreciation was shown by subsequent letters to different members of the company, as well as by the fact that it is today being preserved by ''Honey" as a souvenir de guerre. Moreover, it shall ever be a never-failing aid in keeping green for 364 memories of St. Nazaire. [25] The 364th F. H. HOOKED FOR NOT SHAVING From Train Headquarters had come the warning: *'I will give 364 one more chance to co-operate with me." Several things had occurred which, while trivial and unim- portant, had served to increase the disfavor into which the company had fallen with the Commander^of the Sanitary Train — a disfavor that, from the beginning, had its origin in a senseless prejudice. While offenses, errors, imperfec- tions might be condoned or even overlooked in other companies, they never failed to be noted in 364 — and remembered: and with each succeeding imaginary offense, that disfavor accumulated momentum and power that eventuated in this utterance hinting darkly of dire things to come. To illustrate : From headquarters came the ukase that every man should appear in line the next morning clean shaven. Different interpretations were placed on this by different men. While some men are clean shaven the day after shaving, others are not. Some having already performed the depilatory operation, and whose faces would not bear a second scraping the next day without getting sore, appeared in line clean shaven, as they thought, like they had done countless times before. As the company stood at attention one of the officers came down the line, the top sergeant accompanying the inspection and taking the names of the men as they were indicated. At the close of the inspection these names were read, the men ordered to fall out and each in his turn required to explain to the officer why he did not shave that morning. This trivial incident was merely an attempt on the part of Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds, in whose bad graces we were, to discipline the men of 364. The displacing of Captain Monroe as temporary commander of the company, by Lieutenant Brooke, and his subsequent transfer, was in accord with the colonel 's general policy and antagonistic attitude toward the company. HIKE TO LE BEAUX The hike to Le Beaux, a summer resort on the beach, was, to us, like the cooling oasis to the parched traveler. It was made by all the companj^ except the K. Ps., sergeant of quarters and a few on sick report. This resort, one of the scenic beaches of the world, af- [26] , St. Nazaire forded, by way of variety, opportunity for meeting new and more classy mademoiselles — for illusion was ever busy — as well as lunch in the shade of the trees and the daily swim. EVENING CONCERTS Concerts outside the barracks in the evening after supper were a means of self-entertainment and a morale strength- ener. Violins, clarionets and guitars were brought together from other companies as well as our own, in numbers sufficient to form a young orchestra. The melodies that poured from the human throat, whether in solo or chorus, were enough to cause the heart of the comely mademoiselle to pause in clinging adoration under the thrall of its se- ductive spell. SICK REPORT The four weeks' stay at St. Nazaire was characterized mainly by the prevalence of diarrhea, every man having been afflicted with it. The cause had been the subject of much attention and research by the combined personnel of the medical men of the sanitary train, but without success. Every available clew was traced to its source, but, in the end, the man of science was left with only his guess — nothing conclusive. The mess was watched, both as to quality and preparation of food; the water was boiled and chlorinated ; sanitary conditions were made the best possible under the circumstances. But the epidemic raged in spite of all that could be done, including consumption of vast quantities of bismuth. We were told in a lecture by Captain Monroe that had it not been for our prophylactic injections at Camp Lewis, practically the entire command should prob- ably have been ill of t3T)hoid. The general feeling that with a change of locality would come better conditions of health proved to be correct. OFF FOR THE FRONT On the 24th day of August we entrained in third-class coaches and began the step-by-step process of moving up to the front. During a three-day trip we passed through Nantes, Angers, Tours, Bourges, Nevers, Dijon and Is-sur- Tille, arriving at Meuse on the evening of the 27th. While there was nothing palatial about these cars, they [27] The 364th F. H. were a grand improvement over the box cars in which we had been transported thus far over French terrain. With five or six men in each compartment, there was room enough to lie down at night without the blissful experiences of that other journey. Verily, could it be said of us, we lay down to sleep. At Is-sur-Tille an army of Boche prisoners were unloading dirt from flat cars and wheeling it away. While waiting here a few hours, *' Slick" Meyers was detailed by Dave Rodgers to get some water, thereby further incurring the disfavor of Colonel Reynolds, who detected him in the act, and the whole company was in "Dutch." Though the men of other companies had been guilty of the same offense, the Colonel's eagle eye being trained on 364, we were summarily called to account. For this flagrant crime the entire company was confined to the cars — strictly and abso- lutely — for the remainder of the trip. MONTIGNY-LE-ROI The night was spent in pup tents. The next day the field hospital marched to Montigny-le-Roi and billeted in houses and barns. A contigent of the company was quartered over a wine-cellar, where the thirst-producing aroma ever rose to greet the waiting nostril — to greet and tantalize. But in the circumstances it had the effect merely to stimulate the traffic. Major Colbert, Hart Browne and the men who had been left in quarantine at Tourlaville were there to greet us and happy was the reunion. At this juncture Lieutenant Sehilt was transferred to the infantry. The company was here outfitted with gas masks. While light wines with little detail and gas drill did much to refresh us, on the first of September a thirty-two kilometer hike with full packs proved that war was not all pleasure. This was a strenuous hike. Starting at noon, we hiked till about 5 o'clock. After pitching pup tents and getting settled for the night, word came down the line that the problem had been changed. Simultaneously came the order to "strike tents" and, amid much crabbing, the return march was begun. We thought much throughout the hot afternoon as to why this shoulder-sinking, soul-getting hike [28] MONTIGNY LE Roi was required of us. We had negotiated many long hikes away back at Camp Lewis (but not in this heavy marching order) and, as a necessary training adjunct, it failed of appreciation. Not until about sundown, when a halt was made and while waiting by the wayside for supper, did this solution to the problem come : They walked us, and they walked us, while the sw^eat ran down over the ridge of our beaks to enrich the already fertile soil of France; they walked us in order that our clothing might become saturated. in order that we might dry it on our bodies. And, waiting by the roadside while the chill air of evening came stealing over us, our nether garments stuck to our persons and we began to feel cold and clammy. At last ! we had solved the vexing problem. We got back to billets a little after mid- night, staggeringly tired. The next few days found us occupied at Meuse handling food and ammunition, also a tank car of wine intended for the French. All excess baggage, including extra uniform, was salvaged and barracks bags taken away. The "Y" hut was a popular resort not only for American soldiers but also for the Poilus who were home on leave, and the female population as well — especially at cinema time in the evening, when they would fill the place to overflowing, the women crowding their way to the front as though it was an ordinary and proper thing to do. THE BEER BOTTLE SALUTE The outstanding feature of the life at Montigny-le-Roi was the saluting. We had been thoroughly trained in sa- luting, but now a new brand was introduced, called the *'beer bottle" salute. It was executed with chin well in air, eyes cast skyward and lolling. Under normal condi- tions, failure to salute would be overlooked by an officer, circumstances mitigating; but at this place saluting had to be done under all circumstances and at every turn. From seeking to avoid this military duty whenever justifiable, the boys turned to looking for opportunities to salute. They took no chances. They saluted here, they saluted there, they saluted everywhere. If they did not they were ''called." The situation resolved itself into a contest for testing the durability of the right arm. As the boys walked down the street, cutting the air like automatons, they took comfort [29] The 364th F. H. in the knowledge that the Sam Brownes, being outnumbered, were handicapped. This gave them a thrill. Everybody said Montigny was the ''nuts" place to salute. Perhaps the abundance of the beverage that cheered was not without its decisive influence in the matter. But it was noted that this abnormal salute — with its abnormal demand — did not persist beyond this town. MAIL Mail was received at irregular intervals. The first small consignment followed closely upon our arrival at St. Nazaire. By the time we left there all but two of the boys had had at least one letter from home. Mark this scene : It has now been six weeks since our arrival overseas. The shout of "mail" causes as much excitement as a gas alarm did later. There is a mad scramble as running men converge from every quarter toward a common center. The knot of hu- manity swells as the alarm spreads, until all in the vicinity have heard and obeyed the impulse. Tensely they listen to the voice as it drones the names of the fortunate, the recipients eagerly seizing the packet, scanning the old, fa- miliar hand. The thrill of glory he feels rising within his breast, pervading his entire being, is hardly akin to anything of earth, and his morale at once rises fully 100 per cent. But look again. Here is one with downcast, lack-luster eye and drooping shoulders, as with hands in pockets he moves with flagging step, lingering on the outskirts of the crowd — without hope. The droning abruptly ceases as the last name is called. The knot falls apart. "How many letters did you get, Bill?" "Didn't get any." "I got six." And on he went, too absorbed in his own good luck for even a thought of sympathy or word of con- solation for Bill. Though some have received more than their share. Bill generously tries to glory in their good fortune, remaining silent as to his own lack of it. But, incidentally, his morale is at a low ebb. This, to himself, he does not deny. He wonders vaguely. Blindly he gropes for the reason until, lost in the maze of fear, doubt and uncertainty, he at length abandons the thought — this para- lyzer of activity, of incentive to act — resolving to hope anew and to hope on. [30] Bonnet No wonder letters were received ''like a million dollars.*' It was forcibly brought home to us many times while trying to do our bit in the land of the Hun, where we were learning to think straight, that if the folks at home but knew how important letters were as a factor in promoting the morale of the army, they surely would not only have written more, but would have influenced others, who possibly did not write at all, to write. Thus more fully should they have done their bit. BONNET September 6th we plodded twenty-three weary kilometers through the rain to Toulain, where we entrained in box cars, arriving at Houdelain Court the next morning. Part of the company was left here for several days on detail, the rest proceeding to Bonnet. This was about the dingiest town in France that it was our lot to billet in, likewise the dirtiest; cows, hogs, chickens and ducks ran at will, mingling in the streets with rain and barnyard juices. This place will be remembered for gas drill in the orchard, and the loud, insistent call to prayer of the deep-toned church bell on the hill. On the evening of the 10th we rolled packs and hiked until daylight. Although we did not know it until later, we were moving up as reserves for the St. Mihiel drive. The day (rainy) was spent in pup tents in the woods. In the evening we broke camp and marched until 1 :00 A. M. in a drenching rain, when the order to pitch tents was given. Then problem after problem arose ; a mad scramble for the few level places, calling for old tentmates, and useless efforts to keep the contents of packs dry while erecting the shelter halves were a few of the troubles of the crack field hospital organized in far away Portland. Lieutenant Koehn showed his dexterity and originality by putting up his tent unaided, but not without loss of his usual sunny disposition. In addition, as he was going over an embankment, he slipped and fell into the mud. ruining his uniform and losing his glasses. Sleep, under the circumstances, was about as seemly as wisdom for the fool. We sat in our pup tents, kept as dry as possible — though nothing was dry — and thought of the delicious cocoa we would make and the good things [31] The 364th F. H. we would have to eat (a sharp craving for which we then had) when again permitted to stick our feet under mother's table ; listened to the music of our batteries murmuring "Oh — h! Oh — h!" as though making moan for the havoc they were working. To us came the assurance that to Fritz this barrage was more terrible than melancholy, and there stole over us a unique feeling of camaraderie for the guns out there, acting, as it were, as our mighty spokesman, speaking the word of finality that should be heard even unto Berlin. And hearing, those that heard should fear and quake. Daylight was more than welcome, even though we had to roll packs and sit in the rain. That night, after supper, news reached us of the victory of our boys at St. Mihiel, a large number of prisoners being taken. Then there was much shouting and everybody was jubilant. For some myste- rious reason the rain stopped, and, though blankets were still far from dry, the news of this victory so strengthened our morale that this discomfort was borne with the greater fortitude. The next day, while tucked away in these woods, a flock of 131 planes passed overhead at a great height, in regular formation, videttes outflung, appearing at that dis- tance like a veritable flock of migratory Canadian honkers in spring, whose course is Northward, ever Northward. These allied planes were bearing a course taking them over the lines. VAVINCOURT That afternoon we hiked a short distance to Void. A truck train, driven by Chinese coolies of the French com- mand, conveyed us to Vavincourt during the night. This was one more night of sleep deferred. The trucks were fitted with a board on either side, upon which we sat, with our packs piled in the center. The vision of this night is one of bobbing, nodding, swaying heads, bodies mostly in an upright position, though, in some cases, depending on their neighbor for support. Detrucking near Vavincourt about noon, the boys were marched upon the greensward and given a half hour's rest. Almost before the last man was down, the chorus of loud snoring that arose from that field of falling soldiers was such as to convey to the man of medicine the diagnosis of general anesthesia of the entire command. But sleep, though sweet, was of short duration. [32J Vavincourt We marched into town, billeted and had breakfast at noon from a neighboring mess. More gas drill here. Also our first instruction in the art of dodging under trees or available cover at the approach of aeroplanes. For this purpose, as well as to note and report to what extent this taking to cover was being done, allied planes were appearing unexpectedly and hovering near. Here, as well as at St. Mihiel, flashes of the firing could be plainly seen on the Eastern horizon at night. A detail, left at Bonnet, rejoined the company here. ALL NIGHT HIKE FROM VAVINCOURT On the evening of September 16th we left Vavincourt and hiked all night, passing through Vaubecourt, Triacourt and Fleury, arriving at Rarecourt about 7 :00 A. M., footsore, weary and hungry, but with visions of a place — just any- where — to lay our heads and rest our aching bodies. After falling out for a few minutes we made the comforting dis- covery that we had toiled all night only to miss our objective by eight miles. But we moved on to the edge of town, climbed into an orchard and flopped down under the trees. Soon it began to rain. This stirred us up again. Just as we had fortified ourselves against the rain. Major Colbert came up, saying: "Come now, boys, we must be going." Stung again! Orders were to proceed up the road in groups of not more than eight men, at intervals of two hundred yards, for we were now within the patrol of Boche planes. After covering about two miles in this formation, going very slowly, with frequent pauses to rest (for in addition to the all night hike, we had eaten nothing since the evening before) we were overtaken at 11 :00 o'clock by a truck loaded with coffee, bully beef, bread, tomatoes and syrup! This was a veritable case of the good Samaritan — on a big scale. These men, belonging to a machinist company with quarters near the road, seeing us pass and guessing our plight, had thrown supplies from their own kitchen into a truck and hastened to our relief. It was about the whitest act it was ours to witness in our whole overseas experience. The reviving effect was immediate. Soon we were overtaken by trucks which carried us to some w^oods where we rested until evening. At this time Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds and Major [33] The 364th F. H. Dowdahl were relieved as train commander and director of field hospitals, respectively, and replaced by Major Berry and Major Strohm. Decided signs of shell fire marked some of the town through which we had recently passed and several air battles indicated that we were not far distant from the front. After an early supper, packs were hastily rolled and we were again on our way. Though ignorant as to the time of the impending drive, all felt confident that very soon it was to be launched and everybody was eager to be in it. Continuing the hike, we brought up in a clump of woods about midnight and retired, as usual, in pup tents for a few hours' rest. Before 6:00 the next morning Major Dowdahl was thundering at our doors : "Get up, boys. This is no holiday!" FOREST DE HESSE That evening, September 20, Major Colbert called the company together, and, while gathered 'round, he said in a confidential tone: ''Now, men, tonight we are going right up where the fireworks are. I want to warn you, every man, to be on his guard. No loud talking, no smoking at night. Don't stray away from the company. Don't venture to the edge of the woods, for you are sure to be seen by the enemy. One place I want to warn you about in par- ticular. That is a point known as ''Dead Man's Curve." The enemy's guns are trained on this all the time and no man who has dared to show himself there has come back. And remember this: whatever happens, don't, under any circumstances, allow yourself to be taken prisoner." As soon as it was dark we set out over a road in range of the Boche guns. In about an hour the word was quietly passed down the line that a company preceding us had been gassed on the road about a mile ahead, and the order was given to examine gas masks, make sure they were in proper condition, carry them at the alert position, and in case of an attack to fall out at the right of the road. Clermont was passed without event, but a short distance farther the whizz of a shell was heard and the bang about half a mile behind. It was our first shell and the subject of conversation for some time. Towards morning we reached the Forest-de-Hesse and [34] Brabant made camp. During the next few days we had the pleasure of several gas alarms and, although Gregory swore he smelled gas, nobody else suffered any ill effects. Occasion- ally a shell passed over us in both directions. One moonlight night a Boche plane, flying low, mistook a pile of cordwood, a few feet from the edge of the wood and not more than 200 yards from where w^e, were, for a company of soldiers and opened fire, raking it with machine gun lead. BRABANT With a steady diet of ''tin willy," everybody was glad when, on the night of the 24th, we moved out of this death trap to Brabant. Ward tents were erected and a shelled building was cleaned out for use as a surgery. The detail left at Haudelaincourt rejoined the company here. During the next two days, a Boche gunner, from a dis- tance of four and a half miles, amused himself by sending over installments from his 77, at half -hour intervals. Though he apparently had the range, most of his offerings were going over by a few yards or falling short, due to our unique location on the slope of the hill. A major, alighting from a car on the afternoon of the 25th, was standing in the road conversing with three other officers, when a shell from this gun burst, wounding the major so severely that he died in a few hours. Not realizing that he was mortally wounded, the major thanked us for our efficient work. This was the first casualt}' to receive treat- ment at our surgery. The gun made it interesting for us, but on the third day it was captured by the Americans. BATTLE OF THE ARGONNE At 11:30 P. M. of September 25th the heavy, long-range guns opened fire on the German lines. The bombardment grew in intensity until 2:30 A. M., when all the corps and divisional artillery went into action. Not even those who were present can adequately describe that bombardment. A battery of heavy guns located at the brow of the hill just above us did their duty, and there was no sleep for 364 that night. The concussion, even at that distance, was terrific. It rocked the foundations of earth and shook the heart [35] The 364rH F. H. within the breast. Although several miles behind the lines, the noise was deafening, but thrilling. The line of artillery was marked by a constant sheet of flame, making livid the entire Eastern horizon. At 6 :00 A. M. the barrage lifted and our infantry began the advance that shall never be forgotten — the mighty advance of the great Argonne offensive, the greatest battle the world has ever known. Our hospital was designated as a triage, or sorting station. Here the patient was given whatever first aid was deemed necessary and (unless he had previously had it) his anti- tetanus prophylaxis. Minor wounds were bandaged and, in case the patient was able, he was returned to duty. Severe wounds were given temporary treatment, such as stopping hemorrhage and immobilizing fractures. The patient was then sent to the evacuation or base hospital, depending on the severity of the wound. At 9:45 A. M. we received our first patients, and from that time on no man could be accused of shirking. As the machine gun nest was the main portion of the Boche defense, the majority of the wounds were bullet wounds. The flow of the wounded was continuous, our only rest coming during occasional blockades of the roads. It would be vain to attempt to describe the hundreds of cases that passed through our triage during the early days of the drive. Some were fairly riddled with bullets, yet, through some myste- rious chance, still lived. Some with a single perforation, but in a vital spot, were mortally wounded. The majority of machine gun wounds were leg wounds, this being charac- teristic of that type of wound. Then there was the ugly, gaping shrapnel wound, produced by fragments of shell. Some of our boys, desperately wounded, weak from loss of blood, suffering and exposure, called repeatedly for ''mother." It was heartrending. With the continuous pro- cession of litter-borne wounded, there was a waiting list much of the time. Once during the rush a wounded Boche was placed on the table, when some our boys were lying there ; but the error was quickly detected by Sergeant Mad- ison, in charge of the surgery, who sternly ordered: ''Take that fellow off there and put one of our own men on." The surgery corps worked with feverish haste in the sickening sweet atmosphere of American blood — the finest that ever was spilled — worked with a haste that made the [361 J ^^*5 25^2 Geneial ]'ershin!irin,o- Bill" Stipe Duncan C. McLean Ge:)rge Pettengill Edw. R. Barendi'ick Dom Vranizan Jason F. Yon WinkI What We Know About Them Louis J. Bronaugh hailed from the Rose City. ' * Colonel, ' ' as he was known by the boys, like all other poor boys trying to get along in the world, started his career in the army as mess sergeant ; stuck with it until we reached Belgium, where he was promoted to sergeant first class. Being a strict disciplinarian, Louis had the boys worried ; but not as much as he thought. At present you will find him selling automo- biles for the Northwest Auto Company, and between puffs on that grand old pipe with the "A" on it, he says ''business is good." Walter A. Hummel, a product of Portland in the yea»* 1892. Walt was one of those easy going fellows, and if a vote were called for the most popular man in the company, he would win by a mile. He was one of the company's shining athletes, holding records for running, also holding several medals and prizes: one especially valued, that he left in Ghent, Belgium. Like the rest of the N. C. O's., he was one of the originals leaving Portland. Starting out as a private, becoming assistant mess sergeant at Camp Lewis, and a few months before departure for Prance, received his sergeaney. At present he is located in Eugene, Oregon, the proud posses- sor of a new wife and a progressive confectionery store. Geo. H. Jehlinger — nobody could forget. A product of Chicago, and why he picked on Portland for a home, nobody knows. Before answering "here" at the roll-call, he was emploj^ed by the Meier & Prank Company, as the head of one of their departments. Being an affable fellow, and always sticking to his comrades, no matter where, he proved his mettle on two occasions: once in Centralia, Wash., and again in Prance when, one night it was rather noisy overhead, he stuck to a certain sergeant who had sought shelter in a dug-out, assuring the excited one ''that everything was alright." At present he is still connected with the M. & P. Company, and from the latest reports, he is doing fine. Of all men we had, there is one the boys always kept track of. He answered to the roll-call by the name of Karl R. Madison. "Maddy," as they named him, always told the boys that any time he could be of service to them, he would gladly do so. Leaving his job and coming direct to the recruiting office from Holman's Undertaking establishm.ent, [93] The 364th F. H. he signed with John Gruy Strohm as one of the original sev- enty-nine. From reports on the other side they rather thought he would be a valuable fixture to the company. Maddy came from Omaha, and during his tour around the States, decided to settle down in Portland. Since his dis- charge he found that single blessedness was out of date; therefore, following the footsteps of a few others of his company, has settled down for ''better or worse '' Maddy was always careful, always watchful, about what he did. In fact, in Belgium, during a short walk behind the lines, spying an aeroplane overhead and, as ever, always cautious, think- ing it a Fritz, he came near falling into the river trying to hide in the grass. At present you will find him in his regu- lar line of business with Finley & Son, local uadertakers, Portland, Oregon. At the corner grocery store, the tobacco chewers league of Hicksville are still talking about Clyde Walters. They say, back there, he was the best piccolo players in those parts, and before the war was over he would carve a name for himself otherwise. But at last too late. The wal* ended too soon and found Clyde a first class sergeant Not only that, but he was president, secretary and treasurer of the Sun Dodgers' Organization. Next to Colonel Seville's forty thieves, the Sun Dodgers came next, holding all rec- ords for the 91st. Clyde entered the company as one of the original members, being too heavy for light work, weigh- ing around two hundred pounds, and too light for heavy, he decided to pick a "soft spot" in the G. M. department of the company, a position he held until his return. At present Clyde is a member of the John A. Walter Tire Company, and during his spare moments is studying dentistry at the North Pacific Dental College. Edward W. Conroy claimed Montana as his home State and Anaconda as his home town. Arriving in Camp Lewis, he became affiliated with the 364th soon after. Connie could always be depended on to work hard all the time, even while playing his favorite game of indoor baseball. At present Connie's address is unknown; but no doubt 515 Cherry Street, Anaconda, Mont., would reach him. Edmund F. Munly first saw the light of day in Portland, [94] What We Know About Them about 1895. At the first call, he left a good position with the Bank of California, to take the midnight trip to Camp Lewis. The C. O., finding that Ed was a marvel at the "hunt and peck system," decided the place for him was in the com- pany's office — a position Ed could never get away from. While across on the other side, he was rewarded with a war- rant as sergeant. Having a little Irish blood in his veins, Ed was inclined, at times, to get hot under the collar and boil over. The above condition became so serious at Roulers, Belgium, that it was necessary for him to leave the company for a few weeks and have a few dozen lanced and take a serum cure. At present, Ed can be found doing business at his old stand with the Bank of California, Portland, Ore- gon, looking out through the bars as teller. Who could forget the name of ''Red" Glen W. Sheeley, of Timber, Oregon, as his service record read? He was in the transfer business at the above place and hearing the call, came and joined his lot with the 364th. Glen, being very young and full of pep, was always up to something. As we rejnember, while out swimming in the Bay of Biscay, St. Nazaire, he was counted missing when the company was lined up for its march back to the barracks. The last seen of him was a spot of red putting out to sea, and a report was turned in by Lieut. Koehn, making him A. W. 0. L., and charging desertion for trying to swim back to the States. However, for his effort and desire to return to the company and make good, he was made a corporal, in justice more than an honor, for he kept on the go the rest of the war. We have no other address; but Timber, Oregon, will reach him. Edward R. Barendrick — "Baron" as he was called, a product of Portland, one of the few who started out with the company who remained steadfast to the end. Applying him- self to hard study, and with interest in his work. Baron was detailed to look after the sick and wounded. It was with this start that he decided to follow the game, for at present you will find him at the University of Oregon, trying to solve the many problems of medicine. Hart L. Brown, "the Crab." Why the crab? a stranger would ask. But the boys of the company knew Hart L. [95] The 364th F. H. Always looking for an argument and always finding one. Being one of the originals starting out with the company and seeing the thing through, leaving the company when it returned home from New York, he strayed to his old home in Little Valley, N. Y. Hart was, at times, in some tight places. While at Waereghem, Belgium, the shells fell over our operating tent, and Lieut. Vanderboget suggested that we take cover. Hart did ; but Lieut. Vanderboget failed to make the grade. He was too fat. Corporal Taylor — they called him — and if ever a corporal did his work, Wm. Lloyd Taylor was one of them. Lloyd hails from that town with a slogan, "Watch Tacoma Grow." There was never a job he balked at, no matter how hard or mean. One of those fellows you would be proud to use as an example, is Lloyd, a gentleman in every sense of the word. He came to the company a good while after its organization, and after setting his feet under the mess table the first time, was taken in as one of the old boys. EYom the last reports we had, he is selling automobiles in Tacoma and residing at 37021/2 South "G" Street, where he is eating his mother's cooking, which he so often told us about. Sam Cook — yes, just plain Sam Cook. As our friend. Earl Goodwin, often referred to him, "Big Hearted Sam," and when Earl said that, he struck it right. Sam was the biggest man in the company, not only physically, but in every way. He would give you everything and take noth- ing. Coming from Montana, where he was in the Forestry Service, and prior to that was a student at the University of Oregon, where he was one of the main springs of the football team. Upon arriving at Camp Lewis, hearing that some of his fellow students were with the 364th, he decided he would make his nest with them. As we have it from Clyde Walters, Sam was the most active member of the Sun Dodgers. Beach Crofton, the "Powder Monkey." Beach would rather play with shells and powder than take a bath ; always trying to find out what was on the inside and many times giving the boys a thrill by throwing powder into the fire. Beach was a native of Portland, and when the war broke out it found him in Montana chasing sheep around those [96] What We Know About Them parts. On arrival at Hotel de Depot Brigade he was in- vited by one of his friends to have mess with 36-4. After that, he decided his future was with us during the rest of the conflict. At present you can find him with the Northwestern Electric Company, Portland, Oregon. ''Sympathy" Bill Gerber, he was called. Bill was the first Camp Lewis orchestra leader. To look at Bill you would never think he had a musical soul, but he had, and for many months entertained the boys playing his harmonious tunes. At last poor Bill was destined to play second fiddle, so decided to pass his honor to the next best. During his life- time he had learned to drive a car, and with that knowledge he was picked to drive for the C. 0., which he proceeded to do, even to Nice. And of that trip he would never tell. Dur- ing working hours you will find him with Sweeney, Varney & Straub, printers, or at his home, 4891/2 East Couch Street, Portland, Ore. We had with us a young man from Brush Prairie, Wash., a school-teacher, student and scholar. He came into the 364th to study the game of war. Most of that knowledge was gained thereafter from the seat of a motorcycle. If any doubt this, ask him of his wild ride from Proven, Belgium, to Paris. At present, Willard H. Hurley is studying dentistry at the North Pacific Dental College, Portland, Ore. Charley Longpre called Huson, Mont., his home. We could tell you a lot about Charles; but would rather not. One thing, he was the hardest worker the company had. Regardless of army life, Charles had to keep busy no matter where. We were all afraid regarding him, as every time he turned around he caught pneumonia; but for once, on the other side, the French climate seemed to agree with him. Being of French ancestry, Charles talked French fluently and came to the rescue of a good many boys during their struggle with that language. Being one of the active mem- bers of the Sun Dodgers, he soon learned the art of that organization. You will find him back at his old trade, running a locomotive at Huson, Mont. Herbert P. Killion hails for Farmer City, Illinois, but later with the 91st Division, Tacoma, Wash. Killion joined the company a few months after its arrival at Camp Lewis, [97] The 364th F. H. and by his easy-going manner was placed as one of the charter members of the ''Goats", where he was a leader in all of their activities. Basil L. Meekins comes from the sand lots of Portland, one of the seventy-nine originals who started out with the company. During his early days at Camp Lewis, between drills, he was found playing baseball and Basil surely liked to wing them over. We remember a certain M. D. that winged one over on him to the tune of a month in the hos- pital ; but everything came out 0. K., even if the boys in the operating room did lose hope. From the last reports he is living at 1570 Virginia Street, Portland, Ore. The Sheriff of Rosebud County, and he said he always shot from the hip ; but while the war was on the best Arthur Metz could do was to shoot flap-jacks. He was a wizard at that. Art calls South Sioux City, Neb., his home town. Out- side of being a guardian of the law, he followed the profes- sion of a landscape gardener, polishing off lots. We re- member one night at Chateau de Glaye, Art should have arrested himself for disorderly conduct and being out after hours. Frank H. Tusler, born in St. Paul, Minn., September 23, 1893. At an early age moved to the wilds of Montana. Dur- ing the World War was located in Portland, Oregon, and hearing the call for men, he enlisted with the 364th F. H., as one of the original members, staying with that organiza- tion until its demobilization. Frank had the distinction of running the line and laying out our first camp site at Camp Lewis. A motorcycle driver part of the time and out of. luck the rest. Whenever he had a soft job picked out for himself, someone else beat him to it; but nevertheless, while over seas his work was far above the average, especially with the sick and wounded — a record that any man should be proud of. At present he is still located at Warland, Mont. "Wild Bill" Winters, holding the title of Inner Guard of the Sun Dodgers, was advanced to Honor Guard at Chateau de Glaye by his capable showing over "Swede" Anderson. Bill came from the town of Vancouver, Wash., a few miles from Portland. Soon after the company's arrival at Camp [98] What We Know About Them Lewis, Bill was transferred to the 364th. During times when the morale of the company was at its lowest, Bill was called upon for a few of his songs, especially that of his famous "Consumptive Mary Jane", which always thrilled the boys, even up to Lieut. Koehn. Bill is still residing at 1511 Frank- lin Ave., Vancouver, Wash. Dore I. Baumgart — who will ever forget him? Trans- ferred to the company soon before its departure for over seas by virtue of holding a diploma as a pharmacist. Dore I., and his famous fiddle, was lost from us while at Ceton Farm and went to his former home in London, England, holding the distinction of being one of the first men discharged from the company after the Armistice. At present his address is unknown to us ; but no doubt he has returned to the good old U. S. A., and will be found in his favorite haunts in Seattle, Wash. Alvin Otto BinsAvanger, bom in Portland, Oregon, April 28, 1895. Another member of the faithful seventy-nine. One would never suspect Alvin of being a private 1st. cl., in the 364th F. H., to see him, as one of our members recently did, at one of our famous first class hotels arrayed in full dress, appearing as one of America's society leaders, tripping the light fantastic at $1.50 per. Alvin always did everything in a high class manner, even to his work in the army and many a wounded man can thank his speedy recovery to Alvin 's clever work and knowledge. At present we find him with the Sterling Food Products Companv or at 100 No. 18th St., Portland, Oregon. Geo. E. Drew enlisted with the company when it was first organized in Portland, and being well versed in medicine, decided, when joining the company, it would be beneficial to him, as well as his country, to pursue that line of work. After several months of hard study at the base hospital he was considered one of the best men in his line of work at the time we were ready to go over seas. On arrival home, George decided to follow another profession : got married and went into the real estate business, with offices at 354 Empire Bldg., Seattle, Wash. Isaac E. Garrard, born in Muncie, Ind., June 13, 1889. All the boys know I. E. of the National Cash Register fame. [99] The 364th F. H. No matter where it was, up front or in the rear, you could always get an argument out of I. E., and the best part of it was that he had all of his arguments figured out just like the old National system. Starting out with the company, from the time we received our uniforms in the Medical Build- ing, until the last man was discharged at Camp Lewis, he was always found willing and capable of any job he was asked to perform, especially K. P. I. E. can be located with the local Cash Register Company, still demonstrating to mer- chants the wonderful advantages his machine has over his competitors, and still telling the boys how much his quota exceeded that of previous years. Chester E. Gast first became an American citizen in Plymouth, Ind., 1891. "Grandma" Gast, as he was known by the boys, and why "Grandma", nobody knows; but he was given that name and it stuck to him for the rest of his army career. When we think of Chester we think of the time he formed partners with Drake and ran the company's tailor- ing establishment at Ceton Farm, taking care of the boys' uniforms at two francs a throw, making a small fortune for his sight seeing trip on his arrival back in the States. Hear- ing Dr. Strohm's urgent call, Chet joined the company in Portland with the original crowd, staying with the bunch until all were mustered out in Camp Lewis. After going through all hardships of disease, shell fire and accidents in France, he was no sooner discharged when he had the mis- fortune of falling and fracturing his right leg. At the pres- ent time he has been discharged from the hospital, is in good condition, and can be found "at home" at 1064 Rodney Ave., Portland, Oregon. Morris T. Gregory. Stop for a moment and think of our old comrade and friend, Morris. There was a time Avhen he first came to the company from the Depot Brigade enquir- ing as to the possibilities of transferring into the company, saying he had all the qualifications necessary, being a student of Rush Medical College for two years. When informed that he could be transferred as a private, he flatly refused with much indignation, saying a sergeancy was the least he could accept. After tasting the food of the 364th, he decided to accept the humble appointment of a buck private, a rank he held until his unfortunate accident at Ceton, which resulted [100] l.ieiit. Sohilt William L. Tavl Harry LudliAV Earl R. Goodwin Harlan Bi'istow Francis T. Wade Henry Wilson What We Know About Them ill sending him to the hospital, depriving him of the oppor- tunity of making the trip home with the rest of the com- pany. ''Tony", as he was nick-named by some, probably due to his supposed Italian ancestry, was the butt of many jokes : one especially at Chateau de Grlaye, when someone put a statue in his bed. The excitement caused when Tony de- cided to retire was almost as great as the cry of "Gas" created, which always called for action and speed on the part of Tony. After all was said and done, we all had a soft spot for our friend Morris. The last address we have is .S87 Park Avenue, Worcester, Mass. Joseph Mackey came to the company from the famous hotel *' Depot Brigade", upon recommendation of being a first-class pharmacist. It was so decided for his and the army's benefit, and from his work while with the company it was proved that the transfer was a success. Joe dished out the pills and "hipe" with a steady hand. He also dealt a wicked hand at "500" at times, especially at Audenarde, when circumstances caused him to consider dealing out some- thing else besides cards at a certain sergeant. Joe left us at New York upon our return to the States, and was demobil- ized at the Presidio, San Francisco. From there he went to his home, 715 So. Boyle St., Los Angeles, Calif. Antone A. Maroldo was Lieut. Brooke's right hand man, especially at mess time; for it was "Maroldo this" and "Maroldo that" during his stay on the other side. Heading from Port Townsend, Wash., he came into the company just before our departure for over seas. Upon arriving home he decided 362 G St., Port Townsend, Wash., was the best place on earth, and he can be found there with his feet under mother's table. John Helmer of Portland, Oregon. Our friend John — you know John, the fellow who decided to go to Portland one Saturday when stationed at Camp Lewis ; but the Major de- cided otherwise when he spotted him on the train just before its departure. Things are different now. John is the big man of the 364th F. H. organization, having been elected at the last annual banquet as President, succeeding J. Harry Carroll, who held the honorable title for one year. Always willing to take care of any questions, troubles, or otherwise, [101] The 364th F. H. that may come before him during the term of his office, John is proving his worth as president. While across, his ability was soon discovered as one to look after the wounded, and no one could excel him in this branch of the service. You will find him selling haberdashery for C. C. Bradley, Portland, Oregon, Leslie W. Hartley — "Judge" as the boys nick-named him. Being a lawyer by profession, his title was a just one. He was one of the original members who took the elevator to the sixth floor. Dr. Strohm's office, where he received part of his uniform, and like a good many others, bought the balance of his equipment to complete his regalia as a soldier of Uncle Sam. ' ' Judge ' ' was always famous for his decision on argu- ments and it was he who sentenced Dore I. Baumgart to solitary confinement on our trip to Portland for Christmas holidays. After landing in France, Judge accomplished won- derful work while in action. After the Armistice he was detailed with the Division Chaplain to look up lost graves, about which he has written an article appearing in this book. At present he is taking a course in an Eastern educational enterprise, and after completion, this will take him to France to travel over the old stamping ground. Anyone wishing to get into communication Avith him, address general delivery, Williams, Oregon. E. R. Holt — "Rufus", as he was known by some, and by others, after the famous presentation speech by Sgt. Louis Holbrook, was called ''Step-'n-ahalf-behind" Holt. Some say that it was only by installing the shower baths that he decided to stay in the army; but others decided differently. One could write a history regarding Rufus, but the mention of his name will recall many pleasant memories of the past. **Ruf", at the present time, is studying law at Stanford University, and when at home you can find him at 592 Salmon Street, Portland, Oregon. Leonard I. Kaufman — the first man of the company to receive a Non. Com's. warrant at Camp Lewis. But instead of a Non. Com's warrant he should have been commissioned a ''Second Looie" for the responsibilities he assumed. As Fate would have it, he was carried on the roster as "Lance Corporal;" but after looking over the army regulations, the [102] What We Know About Them C. O. found that no such rank could be held by such a dis- tinguished personag'e. So with the passing of this title also passed the cooking days of Len. How the boys did miss his famous "mystery" and his delicious "zipp" with the deli- cate flavoring of twenty-five cent cigars. "Len" was one of the heavies who first heard the call of Dr. Strohm and put his name on the dotted line, sticking with the company until the arrival back in Camp Lewis. We will say one thing about Len : no matter Avhat he undertook, he always finished it right; but a good many of the boys would like to have had a snapshot of him at the end of the famous march to Dom- bazil. Len is selling ladies' cloaks and suits at the present time, and when at home you will find him at Trinity Place Apartments, Portland, Oregon. Duncan C. McLean, one of the late arrivals of the com- pany. He came from Northome, Minn. He said the D<3pot Brigade held no charms for him and cast his lot with the 364th. One of those happy-go-lucky fellows who did not care whether the war ended or not. If anybody was looking for Mac, he could always be found around the kitchen, until they decided to make a permanent K. P. of him. The above address will reach him at any time. Laurence McNeal. Why they failed to call him ' ' Shorty ' ' will always be a mystery, as almost every company could boast of a "shorty" but 364. Laurence was the shortest man in the company outside of "Little Davy." Regardless of his height he could throw almost any man of the company. One of the officers found this out and had him throwing food to him for the rest of the war. The records show that Mac hailed from Hamilton, Mont., Gen. Del. George F. Pettengill. Tall, hungry looking "Pett", or, as he was known — one of the Siamese Twins. We do not want to make the impression too strong, but he looked that way to us at times, for when looking at "Pett" j^ou would look at Duncan, and when looking at Duncan you would see "Pett", asleep, walking, hiking or working. You could never get them apart. George did wonderful work in Prance and Belgium, especially at Roulers, where we were up against the wall with flu and pneumonia cases. George, at the pres- ent time, is taking a course in chemical engineering at Ore- [103] The 364th F. H. gon Agricultural College, Corvallis, Ore., and when at home you will find him with his folks in Newberg, Oregon. Cornelius R. Stein, the representative of Oak Grove and holding the proud distinction of being the youngest man in the company. "Corney" was in fact only a boy at the time of his enlistment, being only seventeen years old; so every- one else in the company kept an eagle eye on him to see that he walked the straight and narrow path. Joining the com- pany when first organized, he was detailed, with our friend Walter Miller, to look out for the Hotel de Sargentisch. Tir- ing of that after arriving on foreign soil, he was then de- tailed to look after stray sergeants and corporals. Comey came back wearing a French Medal of Honor bestowed upon him by the French Government, and it is needless to say that all the boys of 364 are proud of him. He is now with the Fleischner-Mayer Company, learning to be a traveling sales- man. Corney can always be located at his mother's fireside, Oak Grove, Oregon. Ira J. Drake was transferred from the Depot Brigade a few months before our departure for over seas. He hailed from Hornbrook, Calif., where he passes his time prospecting for gold. You will all remember Drake, for he always per- sisted in playing his violin when we were trying to steal a few moments of "shut-eye." At present his address is gen- eral delivery, Hornbrook, Calif. Clifford W. Duncan, a product of Portland, Oregon, June 18, 1895, the other half of the Siamese Twins. ''Cliff", as known by the boys, enlisted in the company soon after its arrival at Camp Lewis. Upon our departure for the other side, he took along his famous companion — his camera, and due to his ability in taking pictures under trying conditions, he was responsible for a group of pictures printed by him upon his return and distributed among the boys, which are held as very valuable souvenirs. He is attending the Oregon Agricultural College with his dear old pal "Pett", taking the same course of chemical engineering. His address is Cor- vallis, Oregon, 205 North 12th Street. George E. Dorney — "Chaw", as the company nick-named him ; first, because George was a true Irishman, and secondly [1041 What We Know About Them because he could chew more plug cut than the rest of the company put together. With this handicap over the rest of the boys he won the heart of the gay, young Mademoiselle **Pom de Tare." George is back at his old job with the post- office department, and living at his old address. Rex Arms Apartments, Portland, Oregon. Henry Evans was born in Birmingham, England, Decem- ber 4, 1894. When the war broke out it found him in Seattle, Wash. He was transferred from the Depot Brigade to the company soon after his arrival in Camp Lewis and shortly after that was made right hand man to Major Colbert, a posi- tion he held until after the battle of Ceton. After his dis- charge he returned to his home, 1320 15th Ave., South, Seat- tle, Wash. Lester W. Gamble was one of the late arrivals of the com- pany, having been transferred from the Depot Brigade. On his qualification card he was rated as a pharmacist, and it was deemed best to place him where his knowledge could be used to its best advantage. Lester was a hard worker and proved a valuable asset to 364. On his arrival back to the States he was discharged in New York and returned to his home in Ohio. Since then he has returned to Seattle, where he is now located. George Stiegeler, one of the original members, cast his lot with the 364th with the rest of the boys, leaving Portland July 15th and working with the company through its months of training in Camp Lewis and actual service over seas. George's work while over seas can be highly commended; doing his best at all times regardless of personal contagion wiiile attending the sick. Upon his return home to the States he has become affiliated with the dining car service of the S. P. & S. Ry. His present address is 366 6th St.. Portland, Oregon. Frederick R. Stipe — "Braised Beef Freddie", as he was commonly known. Starting out with the company as a pri- vate, he became assistant mess sergeant and, while over seas, assumed full responsibility of that department upon the promotion of Louis J. Bronaugh — a position he held until his return to the States. A good many tales can be told about [105] The 364th F. H. Fred regarding his cooking and difficulties with K. P's. ; but the mere mention of his name will make every member of the old company look backwards. At present Frederick is con- nected with the Blumauer-Frank Drug Company, Portland, Oregon. His home address is 570 Weidler St., this city. Wm. H. Stipe — ''Roaring Bill" the boys named him, and the ''Hero of Vimy Ridge" known by others; but by others he was considered the "Hero of Waereghem." This latter title was gained by his brilliant maneuvering on the night the 75s, located a short distance outside the city, shelled us from the cellar. In fact, he maneuvered so well we could not find him for the rest of the night. On return to civilian life Bill became connected with the United States Custom service. His present address is 207 Garrett St., Portland, Ore. Paul R. Thompson. Paul R. danced his way from the Depot Brigade to the 364th company some few months after we arrived in Camp Lewis. The company being short of tal- ent, and having a few vacancies, gladly welcomed Thompson. Paul, before his entrance into the army, was connected with several theatrical troupes and his ability to entertain the boys was second to none. After working with the company through all of its drives, doing valuable work with the sick and wounded, he was requisitioned by the Y. M. C. A. to travel among the different divisions and entertain. Just before the company returned to the States "Ham" joined us again, and upon arriving in New York was sent to Fort D. A. Russel for demobilization, returning to his home at 838 W. Spruce St., Missoula, Mont. Jason F. Van Winkle dropped his work with the City Water office and hastened to 602 Medical Bldg., and signed his name on the dotted line as one of Lieut. Strohm's reliables. "Rip" was renowned for his literary aspirations and espe- cially for his famous poem, "The Fighting 364th." Those who have not read it should do so. It has all the touching effect that any poem could have regarding the World War. He was always a hard worker, regardless of the task he was called upon to perform. On returning to the States he re- sumed his position with the City Water Works, and during his spare hours has helped to compile this little book. Van's present address is 930 E. Salmon St., Portland, Ore. [106] What We Know About Them James M. Vranizan, always known as "Jimmy", was one of the first to enter the 364th. Without the presence of Jimmy we are afraid the morale of the company would have been low at times; but he was always full of life and when things seemed darkest he would find a way to cause a laugh. It was when we first arrived in France that Jimmy gave all of us something to laugh about. Desiring to see the little town of Cherbourg — aud against orders, which were as usual disregarded by Jimmy — he was on his way. Upon his return to camp, while trying to crawl through the barbed wire en- closure, was halted and put under arrest. For this he suf- fered the penalty of having all privileges denied for one month. James returned to civilian life and became a repre- sentative of the Western Dry Goods Company, a position he now holds. 540 Clay St., Portland, Oregon, will reach him. Francis Tonning Wade. Francis was the company's bugler. After several had tried out for the job it simmered down to Hart L. Brown, with the honors going to Francis. At the start it was rather a tough job ; but after the boys got tired putting onions, carrots and such things into the bugle, he made very good progress, managing to get the boys out for drill ; and especially around the mess table when he com- menced to play ''Soupy". After blowing his way through the army he managed to blow out again and decided to blow some of his savings for a law course in the University of Oregon, where he is now located. Francis' home address is Waitsburg, Wash. John Wilhelm. John drew the nickname of ''Kaiser", due to the fact that he carried the name of Wilhelm. Kaiser was one of the original members to enlist in Portland. While training in Camp Lewis he took an active interest in sports, being one of the managers of the Sanitary Train football team, which held the championship of the 91st Division. Tir- ing of his long wait before orders were received to "move over seas", he decided to transfer to the Engineers' Training Camp in the East. After arriving there and hearing of the departure of the 364th for over seas, was again transferred into the company on its arrival in New York. When the company was ordered home, John was one of those left be- hind to take a course in the French University and upon his [107] The 364th F. H. completion of study there, returned to New York, where he is now located. Eskel E. Anderson. Transferred to the company a short time before its departure for France. After serving through with the company, was dLScharged at Camp Lewis and left for his home at 5515 Wallingford Ave., Seattle, Wash. Sigfried Bjornsen, another who joined the company a few months before its departure over seas. "Big Sig'* was a friend of all the boys, a hard worker and well fitted for the work he was assigned to. Sig returned to Camp Lewis with the rest of the company, going to his home at 1233 Grant St., Bellingham, Wash. James L. Carroll, hearing of a vacancy in the company, settled his business affairs in Portland, rushed up to Camp Lewis, passed his physical examination at the Base Hospital, and was accepted as a member of the 364th. One of his first jobs — as always — he was put on K. P. and ordered out to cut wood one morning, which he proceeded to do ; but not before he cut part of his fingers off. After that Jimmie was more or less out of luck, spending part of his time in the Base Hos- pital, and again in Prance was left behind on account of scarlet fever. At present you will find him presiding be- hind Stiller 's cigar counter or at 314% Eugene St., Port- land, Oregon. Harley G. Davenport, from dear old Chewelah, Wash. Of course, no one knows where the town of Chewelah is lo- cated, but nevertheless it can boast of one young man to be proud of. We remember the time Capt. Monroe took pity on Harley and had him transferred from the Depot Brigade to the company, and being a first class pharmacist, Harley was a welcome member. Returning home with the rest of the stragglers, he returned to his wife and fireside in "Dear Old Chewelah." Peter S. Davis. Our old friend "Stew", as he was called — a nickname he acquired while going to school, and which followed him into the army. Stew was a product of Chinook, Wash., where he was engaged in the fish business, but dis- continued this line for a few seasons to help out Uncle Sam. He started out with the Infantry, but hearing that a good [108] Donald MacClaire Walter A. Hummel Albert Goodrich Charles E. Gasset George E. Dorney Charles Longpre Clyde Walters What We Know About Them many of his old friends were in 364, he decided to transfer. Stew was always on the job ; however, he fell down once at Chateau de Glaye, according to Major Jones. Stew is back in the fish game at Chinook, Wash. Richard P. Glasscock. ''Perc" was born in Great Falls, Mont., October 6, 1894, and followed the occupation of a bookkeeper. When the war broke out it found him in Mis- soula, Mont. Arriving at Camp Lewis with the first con- tingent from that part of the State, he joined the company soon afterwards. Perc was one of the hardest workers the company had and a favorite among all the boys. He returned to Missoula after his discharge, where he is living at 542 S. 4th Street. Harley G. Griswold. "Big Gris" was one of the few men sent out West from Minnesota. Why he chose the 364th was not known ; however, Gris stayed with the company from the time he left Camp Lewis until he left us at New York. Gris was of a very high strung disposition, especially when the sound of high shells was audible, and had the habit of jumping when one would burst near. In fact, a good many of the fellows felt the effect of Gris' feet during night hikes near tJie front. The last we heard from Gris was from down on the farm in Dodge Center, Minn. Eddie L. Heckinger. Our Southern friend, Eddie, hailed from Memphis, Tenn., and was connected with headquarters of the Sanitary Train. For some *' unknown reason" he could not get along with a certain officer, so decided he would cast his lot with the 364th. While on the other side, Eddie was the one who made the wild dash to Paris with his band of braves. At present we have no address ; but no doubt he is still down South. Charles T. Hunter. Charley was one of the late arrivals, having been transferred from the Depot Brigade, just before the company left for over seas. We have not heard from Charley since his discharge from the army ; but from all indi- cations and past records, he is in the promoting business somewhere around Havre, Mont. The reason we surmise ** promoting", is because Charley could promote anything that was obtainable. When he would lose his pack on a [109] The 364th F. H. march, he could promote a bed with one of his fellow mem- bers. When the chow of the company was rotten, he would commence promoting^ for his meals elsewhere. Nothing ever worried him and nothing ever will. Charley's record over seas as a worker was equal to that of any man. His present address, as we have it, is Havre, Mont., Gen. Del. Roscoe R. Kinsey. ''Sheep" Kinsey was a product of Glendive, Mont. Coming to Camp Lewis with the first con- tingent of selective men, Sheep was assigned to the 362nd Inf. Hearing that his cousin, Fl'ank Tusler, was with the 364th F. H., decided that, if possible, he would make a trans- fer to that company. After several unsuccessful attempts, he finally became affiliated with the company before its de- parture over seas. While over seas Roscoe and Prank, who were always working together, performed very good service among the contagious patients. Upon his return to the States he went to Klamath Falls, Oregon, and entered the cattle business, where he is now located. Harry Ludlow was born in Omaha, Nebr., September 17, 1898. He enlisted in the company soon after its arrival in Camp Lewis, coming from Tacoma, Wash. Going through the customary training at Camp Lewis, he was assigned to the nursing staff and while over seas, performed in that capac- itv with verj^ good results. On returning to the States he went to his home, 4326 So. "J" St., Tacoma, Wash. Fred Meyer. We all remember Fred Meyer. In fact, every one of the 364th has a picture of Fred Meyer — that is with a few exceptions. The picture in question was taken at Le Beau ; however, when this was developed it was deemed necessary, due to his Adam-like apparel, to obliterate Fred from the scene. After serving through the different drives, Fred made application to be transferred to the Y. M. C. A. to do duty for them in Paris — a request which was granted. When the company departed from Ceton Farm, Fred was one of those who were left behind. No doubt by this time he is back in this country, and can be located at his home in Steilacoom, Wash. Albert L. Newell was born in Seattle, Wash., November 12, 1894. He was one of the late arrivals in the company, [110] What We Know About Them helping to make up the full quota before departing over seas. "Lefty's" chief occupation, when coming to the company, was Lieut. Vanderboget's chief assistant, a capacity which he filled until his return to the States. Lefty can be located at Skelton, Wash. James H. Parker. "Goofey" Parker, as he was known by the 364th, was a native of Alhambra, California. During the world struggle, Parker was residing in Seattle, running his drug store — some say "drug" and some say "otherwise." But being within the draft age, Goofey was compelled to walk the plank like the rest. He arrived in Camp Lewis, and being a pharmacist, was turned over to the Sanitary Train and later came into the 364th F. H. Jim had a strong sus- picion against the Camp Lewis water and was always quench- ing his thirst with something besides the aqua supplied to the company. On one occasion it necessitated a trip to the base hospital, in which the doctor diagnosed the case as "vanilla extract." While over seas Jim took his turn in dishing out C. C's. and various other remedies, and upon his return was sent to his home in California, later returning to 1500 Queen Ann Ave., Seattle, Wash., where he now resides. Volney G. Riefsnider came from the town of Oronoco, Minn., and was one of the last to come into the company in order to establish its final quota. While over seas Volney accomplished very good work and, upon his return, wan- dered back to his home at the above address. Wm. E. Ridenour. Ridenour will no doubt be remembered by all of the boys. A newcomer in the company just before our departure, was assigned to our dear old friend, "Braised Beef Freddy", as a permanent K. P. Becoming so adept, he was promoted to assistant cook, a position which he capably filled until his discharge in Camp Lewis. Dave L. Rodgers is one man in the company we could write a book about, for every one remembers Dave and the Mmusement he caused while with the company at Camp Lewis and over seas. As his service record read, he was born in Cold water. Tenn. Nobody doubted this, for the cold water must have stunted his growth. He held the distinction of being the shortest man in the company. Everybody liked Dave and would do anything they could for him. In return [111] The 364th F. H. Dave knew no limit of generosity. He confined his activities to the culinary department until his strike against his su- perior, Frederick R., when he refused to continue working under his supervision. Dave left us, upon our return to the States, at New York, returning to his home, Apt. 1, Shelby Court, Omaha, Nebr. Oscar H. Saaheim, the famous ''snuff" artist. Oscar was transferred into the company soon after his arrival in Camp Lewis, and came to us from the Depot Brigade, frankly admitting when he arrived, that he knew nothing at all about army life and the rest of the company soon agreed with him. On arriving in New York from Camp Lewis, Oscar was the first one of the company to experience the bite of a cootie. Although his inabilit}^ to absorb the knowledge of ''fours east and west" and the points about the human anatomy could not be equalled, his service overseas was beyond reproach. Oscar is now living in his former home in Olivia, Minn. George W. Schultz. Schultz was one of the few who were rushed in at the last hour to fill the company's quota, and hailed from Grand Meadows, Minn. On his arrival in the company he became assistant to Capt. Corper, looking after his likes and dislikes. While overseas, as he was work- ing under high tension, he confided to a few that he did not think he would return, expecting to come in contact with one of the hun's 45s. At the present writing you will find him on Route 2, Box 87, Grand Meadows, Minn., still very much alive. Paul M. Vissman, the Caruso of the company, noted for his famous rendition of ' ' Lulu ' '. After taking the customary course of training he was assigned to look after the sick and wounded, under Sgt. Holbrook. always taking the greatest care of each and every one needing his services — with one exception. At Waereghem, while evacuating the sick to the rear, his desire to rush the work caused him to send one, who had passed away some hours before, in the ambulance as a slightly wounded patient. On his return to the States Paul returned to his home in San Fernando, Calif. Dean Q. Waddell, hailing from Berkeley, Calif., being [112] What We Know About Them ([ualified as a medical student, was transferred to the Sani- tary Train, 364th F. H. While in the company he was recom- mended by his university as one of those selected to enter the officers' training camp. After spending a major por- tion of his time in the O. T. C, he was returned to the com- pany, with which he made the trip overseas. He was as- signed to Sgt. Madison in the operating department, and proved to be a very capable man in that capacity. At pres- ent he is located in the Euclid Apartments, Berkeley, Calif. Henry N. Wilson was transferred to the 364th from the Depot Brigade, a few months before its departure for over- seas. While confined in the Forest de Hesse it was neces- sary to send him back to the rear for an operation, joining us a few months prior to our return to the States. Accord- ing to our record sheet he is now located in Hayfield, Minn. Richard R. Gray came into the company as assistant to Lieut. Tommerson, who was the company dentist. While with the company he was assigned to look after the equip- ment and wants of the lieutenant. At present Gray is com- pleting his dental course at the North Pacific Dental College, Portland, Oregon. Albert Goodrich, one of the late arrivals in the company. While making the trip overseas with the boys and upon first landing in France, Goodrich was stricken with scarlet fever, and was confined, with his other tent mates, at the rest camp at Tour-la-ville. After recuperating, he returned to the company on its arrival in Belgium, where he was as- signed to Frederick R. Stipe for K. P. duty, a position he held until his return and discharge. Albert can be located at Mt. Vernon, Wash. Carl O. Muhr was born in Ruhven, Iowa, February 2, 1897. Carl came into the company at the instigation of his brother, who was connected with the 362d Ambulance. After arriving in camp he walked around several days in civies, and decided to enter the service. The only comment he would make regarding army life, when asked for his opinion was, ''it sure is a tough life for a decent man." While with the company he held the record as a marathon eater. No matter when you looked at him he was eating, [1131 The 364th F. H. and on the strength of this record, and in order to keep him in nourishment, he was assigned as a permanent K. P. On his return, and after his discharge at Camp Lewis, he went back to the folks at Warren, Oregon. Ralph Ross Jordan first saw the light of day in Celina, Ohio, December 23, 1890. He enlisted May 25, 1918, at Camp Taylor, Kentucky; trained at Camp Greenleaf, Georgia, and Camp Crane, Pennsylvania. He went overseas with the 6th Replacement Unit, and was transferred to the 364th F. H., September 25, 1918, at Brabant. Ralph was one of the four men who joined us while overseas — the only replacements we received after leaving New York. On his return to New York he was sent to Camp Sherman, Ohio, being discharged there May 8th, 1919, returning to his former home in Celina, where he is engaged in the hardware business. Harlan C. Bristow enlisted in the company May 29, 1917. Harlan was one of the fortunate members of the company, being a duly warranted sergeant before his arrival at Camp Lewis, as he was assigned the honorable position as "keeper of the mess." It was he, with the aid of Harry Cherry, who concocted that memorial breakfast upon our initial arrival at Camp Lewis. The ways of a mess sergeant are sad, and after several months of toil and arguments with his friend, Sargentisch, he resigned in favor of Louis Bronaugh; how- ever, he retained his rank. Later on, Harlan was trans- ferred to Camp Infirmary No. 3, attached to the 316th San- itary Train, acting in that capacity through all the major drives of the division. On his return home from overseas he retired to his orchard at Tigard, Oregon, where he is now following his literary pursuits, left off before the war. Robert Bragg, while being a member of the 364th for only a short time, will be remembered as one of the popular boys of the company. He was transferred to the H. Q. of the Sanitary Train, where he held forth during the duration of the war. Walter R. Miller was one of the original members of the 364th. After serving with the company for several months he was transferred to the H. Q. under Colonel Strohm, serv- [114] What We Know About Them ing in that department until his return to the States. At present Walter is located in Portland, Oregon. William Holden was with us when we answered the first roll call at Camp Lewis; but after a few months' service with the companj^ was transferred to a Motor Transport corps and received a commission in that department. John C. Sturm was another who participated in the first breakfast at Camp Lewis, prepared by our humble host, Sgt. Bristow. After being with the company for a few months and tiring of his inactivity, was transferred to the clerical force of the Base Hospital, from which position he was promoted to the rank of first lieutenant. Milton F. Penfield. our first companj^ clerk, after serving for several months in that capacity was transferred to the Base Hospital and rose to the rank of a first lieutenant in the sanitary corps. John E. Gilmore was another who was with the 364th for a few months, when he was transferred to the base hos- pital as sgt. 1st cl., in charge of the pharmacy. Later on he was sent overseas with a base hospital unit. At present he is with Kinsell's Pharmacy, Seattle, Wash. Leon J. Robertson, after mingling several months with the 364th F. H., Camp Lewis, and like many others who first joined the company at Portland, became dissatisfied with the long stay at Camp Lewis and transferred his ability to other fields, much to his sorrow and the sorrow of his fel- low comrades. Leon is now located at his old job with the Portland Flouring Mills, Portland, Oregon. Brewer A. Billie was bom April 3, 1893, at Chinook. Wash., and enlisted June 4, 1917, at Portland, Oregon. Brewer, in fact, was the company's first top sergeant, taking the company out almost every day during their first two months at Camp Lewis. After a long delay, while the com- pany was held at Camp Lewis, he decided to transfer to the signal corps on December 18. 1917. After several months in Vancouver, where he had been assigned, he received his war- rant as master electrician. At present he is in the contracting business in Astoria, Oregon. His home address is 76 Com- mercial Street. [115J The 364th F. H. Joseph B. Canfield — *' Coffey Joe", as he was known to all the boys, became so proficient in interpret ating army regulations that he was made sergeant for the company. After serving in that capacity and being full of ambition, he chose to select for himself a berth in the sanitary corps, where he was transferred and went to Camp EYemont, Cali- fornia, gaining a commission as 1st lieutenant in that branch of the service. From the latest reports we have of Joe, he has accepted a permanent berth in the regular army. Merritt H. Hughes. Hughes was another one of Lieut. Strohm's original seventy-nine, who, after a few months' service with the company, transferred into the q. m. depart- ment. At present we have no address of Merritt; but no doubt he is located in or near Portland, Oregon. Thomas G. Hunter. "Grove" Avas one of the few who was chosen by the company commander, Colbert, to enter the last 0. T. S.. just before the company's departure overseas. After grinding away through the several courses required, he emerged with a commission as 2nd lieutenant. Grover is at the present time at his old job as assistant superintendent of Meier & Frank Company, Portland, Oregon. Joseph L. Lambert, another member of banking fame, was one of the first to sign his name on the dotted line that made him a member of Lieut. Strohm's company. Joe being impa- tient and looking for a lot of action, became dissatisfied with the long stay at Camp Lewis and transferred to the q. m. corps. At present eloe is located with the East Side Bank, Portland, Oregon. Joseph L. Luckey — ''Somnolent Joe." Joe joined the company with the best intentions in the world. His inten- tion was to get to France as soon as possible ; but while in Camp Lewis Joe had the habit of getting up in the wee small hours of the night and doing a marathon, choosing the course for this dramatic race over and around the boys' beds. Hearing of this habit, the C. O. deemed it best that Joe stay on this side of the waters : much to the sorrow of everyone in the company. At present Joe is traveling for a local rubber concern, located in Portland, Oregon. [116] Lieut. Schilt William L. Tav Harry J^udl av Earl R. Goodwin Harlan Bristow Francis T. Wade Henry Wilson What We Know About Them Amil J. Ruff drove in from Hillsboro, Oregon, after hear- ing the call sent out by Lieut. Strohm, and signed up as one of the original members of 364. It was while at Camp Lewis that Amil made the remark, "you never can lose me". But on his return from Portland early one Monday morning in the company of Bill Gerber and Harry Carroll, attempted to pilot them back to camp from After several hours of strenuous hiking, they were forced to call a halt and de- cide they were lost, Amil's present address is Hillsboro, Oregon. Lawrence A. Rosenthal was one of the men who started out with the company as a buck private and ended his career in the army as a 1st lieutenant. Before enlisting, Lawrence was studying dentistry and had received a diploma just before his departure for Camp Lewis. After several months with the company he received his commission and was trans- ferred to Vancouver, Wash., where he was stationed. At present you will find him following his profession in Port- land, Oregon. Dominic J. Vranizan. "Dom," as he was known, was with the company from its start.. After going through several months of hard training he was compelled to retire from the service on account of his health, much to the regret of all of the company. Dom can be located at his home, 540 Clay Street, Portland, Oregon. George Simons. After several months with the 364th, he being one of the first of the boys to join, suddenly packed up and disappeared. Our next word from George stated he was in New York. Thinking he was on detached duty, the boys all expected him back ; but, much to our sorrow, he was transferred out of the company and attached to Evacuation Hospital No. 7, regular army. After serving with the third army through Chateau-Thierry, St. Mihiel, and Meuse-Ar- gonne battles, he was discharged at Camp Lewis July 22, 1919. George now travels for M. Seller & Co., Portland, with headquarters at Boise, Idaho. Harry E. Cherry. The mere mention of the name of Cherry brings back to us our first days at Camp Lewis. It was Harry who met us at the train on our first arrival at [117] The 364th F. H. that place, also being instrumental in arranging that first memorable breakfast. After several months with the com- pany he transferred to the q. m. department, and with his departure the company lost one of its most valued members. At the present time Harry is located with P. L. Cherry Con- struction Company, Portland, Oregon. Esker Radford Mitchell was one of the men whose name was attached to the original roster. After spending several months with the company in training at Camp Lewis, he be- came impatient for active service, and transferred to the q. m. department. At present he is located in Seattle, Wash. Donald M. MacClaire. ''Mac" started with the company as a sergeant and after spending several months in Camp Lewis became a sgt. 1st cl., and, in turn, taking charge of the company. It was Mac who taught a large percentage of M. D's. their fours east and west. After spending about a year with the company, received word that a rank of lieu- tenant was awaiting him in the sanitary corps, which he ac- cepted. At the present time he is connected with First National Bank, Portland, Oregon. W. D. Whitcomb was born in Chicago, 111., September 28, 1884, and enlisted June 22, 1917. Every one of the old com- pany will remember Sgt. Whitcomb, as being the first top cutter the company had. After spending a few months with 364 his ability was discovered and he was transferred to Camp Fremont, California, where he rapidly rose to the rank of lieut. -colonel in the sanitary corps. At present he is located with Whitfield, Whitcomb & Co., certified public accountants, 316 Oregon Bldg., Portland, Oregon. Elsworth B. Hanna was another one of the lucky boys who, starting from Portland to Camp Lewis, found the ser- geant chevrons pinned on his coat. Taking advantage of onr long stay at Camp Lewis he prepared himself for a course in the O. T. C, Presidio, California, where he gained the rank of first lieutenant. ''Mark's" home is 1105 Clinton Street, Portland, Oregon. Earl R. Goodwin, one of the most active of the original members, after several months with 364, received an appoint- ment to the third O. T. C, and before his course was com- [118] What We Know About Them pleted the company was on its way overseas. On leaving the company Earl left a vacancy in the old ranks which was never filled. He was always full of life and willing to go to the front with any proposition for the betterment of the com- pany. We find Earl at the present time assistant sporting editor of the Oregon Journal, Portland, Oregon. Al Maddern traveled with the company to Camp Lewis and stayed with the bunch for some time ; but it was deter- mined by army physicians that it would be impossible for him to stand the strain he would have to endure. So with that verdict another loyal member of the company was lost. At present Al is located in Portland following his vocation as an oculist. Rowland L. Atcheson. "Atch" started out with the company as a sergeant, having just graduated from the North Pacific Dental College. After getting well acquainted with the boys at Camp Lewis, he was drawn from the ranks and given a commission as 1st lieutenant in the dental corps. Albert Thornbury hailed from the town of Hood River. Hearing the call, like several others in his community, he hastened to Dr. Strohm's office and signed his name on the dotted line. On arriving at Camp Lewis Al was soon ap- pointed company clerk. After holding that position he de- cided to transfer his affections to other fields, and was transferred to Camp Fremont, California. At present he is located at his old home in Hood River, Oregon. Malcom D. Gunston came to the company after its arrival at Camp Lewis. Having been born and reared in Seattle he was soon looked upon as one of the originals, and after going through strenuous training, as the regulations called for, was qualified and left for overseas with the unit. On arriving in Prance, Gunston was a victim of circumstances. Nothing seemed to agree with him, being indisposed a majority of the time ; but, nevertheless, we found him in the line of march with the rest of the company. On arriving at St. Nazairre he was forced to throw up the sponge and go to the hospital. He was lost to the company thereafter. At present he is located in Seattle, Wash. [U9] The 364th F. H. James Barrett Mockbee was born in Hughsville, Mo., October 21, 1894, and enlisted with the 364th June 4, 1917. "Mock", like a few of the other dental students, had just received his diploma before joining the army, and with that knowledge of medicine left Portland with a warrant as ser- geant. Like the rest of the ''tooth pullers", he was drawn out of the ranks and received his commission as a 1st lieu- tenant. The latest reports advise he has chosen the army for his future career, being located at the Presidio, California. Charles E. Gassett. "Chick" passed the physical test qualifying him as one of Colonel Strohm's members, and after spending a year in Camp Lewis with his company was forced to retire from active service on account of doctors' orders. This was the cause of much regret on the part of members of the company. Chick, at the present time, is with the telephone company, living at 146 Vermont Street, Port- land, Oregon. Alfred Schilt. "Al" started out with the company as one of the original buck privates, but had the honor and dis- tinction of being the first man in the 364th to receive a com- mission. He had just received his diploma as a jaw whacker before joining the service, therefore receiving a commission as a 1st lieutenant in the dental corps, being at- tached to the 364th F. H. and going overseas with that unit. He was later attached to the 361st Infantry and went through all engagements with that regiment, being wounded during the Argonne drive. Al is established in Portland in the dental business. Lewis Cedric Holbrook was another fortunate of Colonel Strohm's staff who left Portland with the chevrons sewed on his sleeve. He was promoted to sergeant 1st cl. while in Camp Lewis, and for the time being was known as the "top kicker". On arriving in Prance, Lu was instrumental in the speedy evacuation of the sick and wounded to the rear. On arriving in Revigny he developed a case of influenza and was himself eva;cuated, being lost to the company from that time on. At present Lu is located in Portland with the Western Cooperage Company. Theodore Preble. "Ted", as he was known by all, also [120] What We Know About Them signed his name with the first bunch in Dr. Strohm's office; but after spending several months at Camp Lewis, decided his ability was for another branch of the service. He was transferred to the aviation section of the army and was located at San Diego, Calif. At present Ted is located in Portland, Oregon, and he can be reached through the Mult- nomah Athletic Club. John Guy Strohm was born in Endicott, Nebr., October 28, 1885. He enlisted in the Medical Reserve Corps April 18, 1917, and was instrumental in the organization of the 364th F. H., being the first C. 0. of that unit. Upon tele- graphic orders 148, paragraph 35, Western Department, he assembled his seventy-nine enlisted men of the M. R. C, com- prising what was later known as the 364th F. H. Company. On July 15th, 1917, he entrained with his men for Camp Lewis. John Guy became known as ''Little Napoleon" among the men, deriving this name from his activities in pro- moting advancement and moves for the betterment of his company. After spending the major portion of his time, while at Camp Lewis, with the 364th, he was promoted to Assistant Division Surgeon under Lieutenant-Colonel Peter C. Fields, later going to France in that capacity. While in France he was transferred as Director of Field Hospitals and was highly commended for his splendid work in this con- nection, earning the promotion to Lieutenant-Colonel and made Division Surgeon — the position he held for the dura- tion of the war. When Colonel Strohm left the company he did not lose sight of his original unit, but at all times kept in close touch with his "first love". It is needless to say that each and every one who served under him valued his consider- ation and friendship. At the present time Colonel Strohm is practicing his profession in Portland, Oregon, with offices in the Medical Building, where he continually keeps the "wel- come sign" hanging for all of the old 364th. Colonel L. Vanderboget was born in Palmyra, New York, December 22, 1883. He commenced active duty for Uncle Sam in the M. C, Camp Lewis, July 28, 1917. Lieutenant "Van" was transferred to the company shortly after their arrival in Camp Lewis, being attached to the 364th through all of its major drives in France and Belgium. Lieutenant [121] The 364th F. H. Van claims the distinction of being one of the first of the company to go overseas, as he was one of the advance party of the 91st Division, and the last to reach American soil after sixteen months of service overseas. An interesting letter from him sets forth his travels after leaving the company, which we quote for the benefit of all : "After I left the company I was sent back up to the Ad- vanced Section again and went on duty at Camp Hospital No. 8, which you will remember was just out of the town of Montigny, where we used to go for baths. I was on duty there about two months, and was then given two ambulances and five men to put in an infirmary at the next town north of there, and cover about six towns where there were a lot of negro engineers building roads. The last part of May I came down to Le Mons with a bunch of them on my way home ; but before I left there I had asked for a leave to Eng- land, which caught up with me, and I went over to England for fourteen days. I visited all the British Isles and had a fine time. After I came back I was sent on duty to St. Nazaire. Soon after arriving there I was put on duty at the segregation camp and was there until the last part of Sep- tember, after which I was sent to Brest on the same kind of dutj^ October 26, 1919, I sailed for home and landed in New York November 3rd, and you must know that it looked mighty good to me. I expect to remain in the regular army for awhile, later taking a post-graduate course in my special line of work". At present Lieutenant Van is located in Army General Hospital No. 6, Port McPherson, Ga. Franklin J. Corper first saw the light of day March 27, 1892, in Chicago. 111. Captain Corper was transferred to the 364th F. H. from the Depot Brigade soon after his arrival in Camp Lewis. Being a young man, full of '*pep and ambi- tion", he soon had the boys on their toes and working hard at anything he might suggest. The captain was at all times willing and eager to explain and teach any detail, which would be for the betterment of the company. After spending months of training at Camp Lewis, he embarked with the 364th for overseas, where he went through all the major drives participated in by the 91st Division. Shortly before the companj^'s departure for home Captain Corper was [122] Rifhnrd P. Glasscock Carl O. Muhr Harry Carroll James L. Carroll James Vranizan jjient. Mockbee What We Know About Them assigned to the infantry as medical officer for their trip back to the States, where he returned to his home at 5847 Kenmore Avenue, Chicago, 111. We have had a few letters from Captain Corper since his arrival and from remarks from some of the old company who have seen him while in Chi- cago, we learn that he is nicely located with a large practice. Carl L. Koehn was born in Osage, Ohio, December 13, 1888, and enlisted in the United States M. C, July 23, 1917. Captain Koehn was transferred to the 364th F. H. on his arrival in Camp Lewis, being one of the oldest officers of the company. The captain won the esteem and friendship of every man by his untiring efforts to render any service and furnish any knowledge to those unfamiliar with medical science. While overseas his work among the sick and wounded was worthy of special comment, and his kindness to many an unknown boy will not be forgotten. On the com- pany's return to the States Captain Koehn returned to the good old town of Red Dog, Mont., where he hung out the shingle advising his many patients he was ready for business. Duncan D. Monroe claims Durham, Iowa, as the town of his birth, which event is recorded in the family Bible as October 12, 1873. "Daddy" Monroe was one of the early attaches of the company, instructing the enlisted personnel in the fundamental principals of medicine. Captain Monroe gained the title of ''Daddy" due to his constant watch over each individual member of the company. After spending the major portion of his time with the company, both at Camp Lewis and overseas, keen regret was felt by each and every one at the news of his transfer. After the armistice, Captain Monroe returned to Seattle, Wash., where he is now prac- ticing medicine at 4239 Fourth Avenue N. E. FYank R. Mount was bom in the town of Springfield, Oregon, in the year 1888. He was one of the first officers to enlist with Colonel Strohm at the time the company was organized in Portlatid. His record is one to be envied : Starting out as a 1st lieutenant and being discharged as a lieutenant-colonel. After spending several months with the 364th in Camp Lewis he was transferred to the H. Q. of the 91st Division and assigned as sanitary inspector, going through all engagements with the 91st. At present Dr. Mount is practicing medicine in Oregon City, Oregon. []23] The 364th F. H. John W. Colbert assumed command of the company on the departure of Lieutenant Strohm to the Division Surgeon's office, retaining command through all of its activities in France and Belgium. Captain Colbert on taking command of the company, and due to his excellent work, was promoted to the rank of major; however, if his advancement had been under the jurisdiction of the men serving under him, he would have attained the title of a general. No officer was better liked than Major Colbert, and the many years to come will never efface the memory of close association with him. Major Colbert was one of the advance guard of the 91st Division going overseas, taking command of his company upon its arrival at Montigny, and piloting them through their three major offences. He was wounded once by high explosive while establishing a location in the Argonne. After the Armistice he brought his company safely back to Ameri- can soil, where they were, in due time, sent to their respective camps for discharge. Major Colbert is, at the present time, located in Manila, P. I., where he is again practicing medi- cine. Marion J. Jones. Upon his enlistment he was detailed to the ambulance section, sanitary train, with title of captain. While overseas he was transferred from that section to the 364th F. H., where he competently filled a vacancy. He at once became a great favorite with the men, and it was not on account of the ''gold leaf" that the men respected him, but due to the many fine qualities he constantly displayed. His untiring efforts in rendering service to the sick and wounded was only one of the many commendable acts of his army career. His work was also acknowledged by his superiors, which led to his promotion as major. At the present time Dr. Jones is practicing his profession in Port- land, Oregon, where numerous members of his old company will testify to the continuance of his good work. Elphege P. La Grandeur was comfortably situated in Missoula, Mont., when the war broke out, and with the first call came to Camp Lewis. After spending a few weeks in the depot brigade, transferred into the 364th F. H., where sev- eral of his friends were located. After doing fours east and west for several weeks and serving on K. P., his ability as a cook was soon discovered, and upon the departure of Cook [124] What We Know About Them Grigwire, Pay was placed in charge of the kitchen a job which he held until the company's return to the States. From the latest reports he is back in his home town, 1231 Sher- wood Avenue, Missoula, Mont. Edwin Grigwire. In mentioning this young man, we do so chiefly for the reason of bringing back memories of our first days in camp. ''Grig" was one of the first to sign up with the old company, and, although just back from the Mexican border, was anxious to get into the game again. Colonel Strohm, knowing of his ability as a cook, hastily accepted him, but after several months at Camp Lewis, Grig was compelled to give up his duties at the suggestion of the company physicians. At present Grig is attending 0. A. C, Corvallis, Oregon, and we are very glad to state that he is back to his normal condition. C. P. R. Short. Roy was one of the faithful members who left Portland with the original contingent. After serving: through all the company's activities, was injured in an auto- mobile accident in Prance and was compelled to go to the rear to recuperate. He later rejoined the company in Bel- gium. On returning to the States and after being discharged at Camp Lewis, has accepted a position with one of the lead- ing rubber companies, making The Dalles, Oregon, his head- quarters. Linford Besson, although not connected with the 364th P. H. for any length of time, came to us after his service with the 316th Engineers in the Argonne. After spending several months with the company, the lieutenant was trans- ferred back to the infantry for duty with them on their return home. At the present time Doctor Besson has estab- lished offices and is following his profession as physician and surgeon with his brother in the Selling Building, Portland, Oregon. George Carroll. George, like a good many of the original crew, spending nearly a year of his time with the 364th in Camp Lewis, became impatient on account of their long stay and decided to transfer to q. m. corps. After being with them for some time was sent East to the O. T. C, and before he received his commission the Armistice was signed. At [125] The 364th F. H. present he is located with the Broadway Bank, Portland, Oregon. John Harry Carroll hopped on the train with the rest of the bunch on July 15, 1917, and patiently stuck it out with the company during its long stay at Camp Lewis. Just be- fore going overseas he was permitted to wear his sergeant's chevrons, sharing this privilege on the same date with Hum- mel and Jehlinger. After going through all drives with the company, he returned to the States, and at the present time can be located at 1031 Arnold Street, Portland, Oregon. THE 364TH FIELD HOSPITAL ORGANIZATION In the late spring of the year 1919, a few of our buddies got an idea into their heads that a permanent organization of the old 364th would be a good thing. With this idea in mind, a self-appointed committee sent out invitations to all old members of the company, to be present at a banquet at the Benson Hotel, Portland, Oregon, on July 15th. Original members of the company need not be reminded that this was the date of entering active service. Approximately forty men were present but many more proved their willingness to attend by sending telegrams and letters of good wishes. A short business session ended with James Vranizan, president; J. Harry Carroll, vice-president, and John C. Sturm, secretary. The club was given the name of "The 364th Field Hospital Organization", with a purpose of promoting good fellowship. An annual reunion was de- cided the best means of bringing the boys together, and let us hope that July 15th of each year to come will find the "old gang" congregated some place in Portland, telling how we went "over the top" with a bucket of iodine in one hand and a swab in the other. [126] W92 • %.^^ '■ ' . t • ,*'".. '; v°^, / %.*^-'/ 'V'^^*,/ %*^^*/ iV^. .*^ *A0< .^•^°- \ %>,<" : %.J