WHO’S NEXT?
Guess well have to resurrect the old
“Who’s Next?’’ heading, and report the
departure of the following men who
have been transferred to Newport
News, Va.: Sgt. 1st Cl. Karl J. Dal-
qulst. Privates Durst, Greene, Gold-
slager, Halligan, Landers, Lytle, Beau-
moel. Singer, Stevens, Stockard, Vree-
land, Whally, Weaver and Wilson
This order certainly knocks a crimp
into our little crew. All of these men
have In some way or other been in
strumental in putting the M. S. D. on
the map, whether it be in society cir
cles or on the athletic field. While we
hate to see them go, they are bound
to improve themselves in every way,
therefore, we wish them God-speed.
The Barracks are now a thing of
the past, all of the men have moved
into the tents.
Red Wilson’s one big worry is,
“Who’s going to take care of the Cap
tain’s horse?’’
The Charlotte Laundry gave Dal a
merry hah ha and raze for a send-off,
in the shape of a $2.50 laundry bill.
In Pat Singer we lose one of our
best all-around athletes. Paddy was a
Ty Cobb on the ball field, a Jimmy
Kane on the Basketball floor, and had
no equal as a horseshoe pitcher. In
cidentally, his leaving breaks up the
Old Mahlcan combination. The “Nine-
to-ninety-nine” kid has went and left
us.
Sgt. Ralph W. Walters received a
nice sweater and a dedicating poem,
from his mother, tor our mascot—
Jack Canine. Inasmuch as the sweater
proved to be too small for “Jack^” by
popular Vote it was given to Charlie
Nichols. The poem, however, still goes
for the dog. It appears herewith;
To the Medical Supply Mascot:
By MRS. CHAS. E. WALTERS,
Portland, Oregon.
I learn Jack’s been adopted.
And placed upon the floor.
As the official mascot
Of the Supply Corps.
I’ve a hunch a dog is shivering,
And is bunching up his back.
On these cold November mornings.
And I fear it’s little Jack.
It’s a shame you wouldn’t clothe him.
As you would a soldier lad.
So I’m sending him a sweater.
Which I know will make him glad.
Treat him kindly, nicely, gentlq.
For he’s worthy of the best.
He’ll be true and loyal to you.
And will always stand the test.
RIDE THE GOAT.
First Sergeant Leighton, Sergeant
First Class Jenkins, Faulkner and
Private Choate had the pleasure of
being initiated to the royal art of
goat riding at the Charlotte Masonic
Temple on Tuesday and from their
present appearance they seem to have
survived the additional degrees very
well.
Sifafrtij
Srug
“The big Store on
the Corner’’
REOPENED FOR BUSINESS
Cigars
Tobacco
Soda
AND
Supplies for
Soldiers
Studio and Restaurant
in connection.
NORMAN & STEPHENS
Proprietors
COURTEOUS
SERVICE
EXCELLENT
FOOD
ABSOLUTE
CLEANLINESS
CENTRAL
LOCATION
And a Hearty
Welcome for the
Boys, make
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‘THE SENSIBLE PLACE TO EAT”
17 SOUTH TRYON STREET
Telephone 2485
Mecklenburg
Amusement
Company
LIBERTY PARK
Pocket Billiards
and Pool
We
Cater
to
the
Soldiers
“WONDERFUL CAMP”
SAYS EX-GOVERNOR HATFIELD
BEFORE LEAVING.
After a short stay of several week’s
duration at the U. K A. Base Hospital
here Major Henry D. Hatfield, former
governor of the state of West Virgin
ia, was ordered to Post Hospital
number 36 In the city of Detroit, Mich.
While at this station he was attached
to the surgical service being, assist
ant to Major Wayland in charge of
the operating department and surgical
wards of the has hospital. During his
stay here Major Hatfield was much im
pressed by the thorough and efficient
manner in which the hospital was
managed and before departing for the
West said:
“This is a wonderful camp and thor
oughly as wonderful a hospital. One
thing in particular that appealed to
me was the remarkable friendliness
of the officers, all of them being very
painstaking to make me feel perfectly
at home. I have enjoyed my stay here
very much and only regret that I am
obliged to leave so soon.”
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