US Army Infantry School - Doughboy Yearbook (Fort Benning, GA)

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Calculator, one of the institutions of the Infantry School? The dog with thousands of friends? The million other dogs? The mad rush when the billeting oFlice announced that quarters in the frame buildings were available for some of the officers? How hard it was to End the orderly when the bath house was cold and there was no' hot water for bathing? , The vast stretch of undulating prairie that reached from Biglerville to the instruc- tion area, and how glad we were to be picked up by some more fortunate person with an automobile? The fine party given to our class by the members of the Advanced Class? The mess hall at Biglerville where they never served goldfish? The gang around the bulletin board when someone discovered that the standings of an examination were posted? The feeling of gloom that descended over the camp when the Comptroller an- nounced his famous decision regarding rental allowance for the officers with de- pendents? The unofficial class in equitation with Hotspur h'IcGowan as one of the ring- leaders? The Q. BI. Sales Store that was to open when we were in classes and closed promptly when we were off duty? The crickets that ate up so many a nice uniform and ran away with a coat belonging to Virginia Jones? The other cricket that was not on the reservation? Y How promptly some of the lieutenants doubled their bars when they received notice of promotion? The Kiwanis party with its lpossum and ,taters and darkey songs? How the seventh squad of the rifle section continually quarreled? The lockers in which we were expected to store our equipment, but which would hold just about half of what we were issued? And how the sketching kit had to be left outside, because there was no room for it? That famous saying in the midst of a conference: Ten minute break?,' That other one: Are there any questions ? How sleepy everyone was during the hrst conference after lunch? How Singletary would pick up duds and try to take them apart, to the joy of his neighbors? How the lectures were called K'ConferencesH to save the dignity of the student? How the sirens of the fire department would scream in the night? Our old friend the stretch, that gave us poise to the tune of f'One-chew, One- chew? ' President Brovvn's bear hunt at Christmas time? The parade in which we lX'Iarched like VVest Point Cadets ?,' The little pink slips that invited us to call on the Assistant Commandant? How Howard asked questions when on terrain exercise?

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failed to elevate his gun, and then could not understand why he coulcln't get on his target. Then there was the young gentleman who, in automatic rifle rapid fire practice. loaded his piece with a magazine full of immediate action cartridges and spent half the day reducing stoppages. K llusketry, too, was the cause of several amusing happenings. One ofhcer, in a tire superiority problem, insisted upon crossing the line of lire of two or three ritles and an automatic ritle, but strange to say, he survived, although there was a sign of great activity about the ambulance on duty at the range. The one great fact that stands out above all others is that T. N. T. is the greatest of all explosives. although none of the grenades used for instruction purposes was loaded with it. Then the bayonet, small, and weighing but little, is a mighty agent when on the rille of the soldier. The only drawback to this estimable weapon is that all bayonet training is done at the double. lfach day the ollicers of the bayonet class could be seen dragging their weary feet toward their quarters, talking to themselves. An eavesdropper would have heard them say: XVell, there is nine hours gone, only eleven more to go. All members of the class will long remember the i'Contour Special, which earned its name by the difiiculty with which it climbed the numerous contours on the reservation. Then as the course drew near its conclusion, we again met our old friend, Lt. Col. B., who once more assumed command of the Blue forces which were still at war with the Reds across the Upatoi. It appeared that we had been brought to the school to assist the instructors, who never seemed to know what to do. Day after day, we were handed little mimeographed slips of paper with something on them that puzzled the instructors. The members of the class, being always willing to help, would read them carefully and down near the bottom would find the words for which they were looking, which invariably were: Required-Your action, It was really Lt. Col. Bfs problem, but that never stood in the way of these gentlemen, who gladly plunged into' the spirit of the thing and helped poor old Lt. Col. B. out of his difficulty. On January 31, 1923, the class graduated, leaving Posse Comitatus, Az E. llduth, Lt. Col. B. and their companions to the tender mercies of future students. It was a good war While it lasted, and many friendships were formed that will last for years. VVho is there of the class of 1922-1923 that will ever forget: Easley's silvery tenor ringing out in the song of his own composition: Drill and Command? Hopf and the ten-foot ladder always in evidence upon his chest? The sweet, lilting, haunting melodies with which Van Horn used to entertain on his combination mouth organ and victrola? The football teams that were organized in the class but never played a game? The little one-eyed purp, Clara, that early adopted the rifle section, following them wherever they went, and chasing all tresspassers off the reservation.

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