Born August 9, 1892, in Newport, Rhode Island. Son of Judge Henry G. and Mabel Marquand Ward. Educated Allen School, New York City; St. George's School, Newport, and Princeton University, Class of 1915. Joined American Field Service, December 2, 1916; attached Vosges Detachment to June 2, 1917. Returned to America. Enlisted U. S. Infantry, September, 103d Regiment. Plattsburg Camp, and Camp Upton. To France with 77th Division, 306th Regiment. Promoted to Corporal and Sergeant. Died of pneumonia, December 17, 1918, at Château Vilain. Buried Château Vilain, Haute-Marne.
GALBRAITH WARD, a great great grandson of Major-General Artemas Ward, was known at St. George's School, where he prepared for Princeton, as a shy and reserved youngster who expressed himself more easily in writing than in conversation. There already he showed the firmness of conviction and steadiness of purpose that are so well illustrated by his refusal to accept a commission not won in the field. Few of us are capable of seeing our way so clearly and steadily and fewer still would have the spirit to refuse advancement because of an ideal conception of duty. But Ward saw with the clear eyes of a little child and acted with a man's courage.
A Princeton friend writes affectionately of him, "He was the most genuine, unaffected man I knew. He had never found himself entirely and yet he had a mind that I know would have accomplished things worth while when he turned to the work that attracted him. I had many letters from him after he had left Plattsburg and through them all there ran the note of absolute honesty of spirit which was so characteristic of him. He had no thought of doing anything heroic. There was nothing quixotic in his courage. And it did take cold courage to do what he did --- he wrote me that he had acted knowing from his own observation what the job of a private soldier was in the trenches. He wrote me in the same vein after he had refused a commission at Upton --- that he was determined to win his promotion in active service."
In December, 1916, Ward sailed for France in the Field Service where he served at the front in the Vosges Detachment. In June, 1917, he returned to the United States, spending a short time at Plattsburgh and going to Camp Upton in September where he remained until the 77th Division to which he was attached sailed for England. He became corporal, sergeant, and finally chief of the battalion intelligence and scouting organization under Major Freeman, 306th Infantry, which position he held during the fighting on the Vesle and the Aisne, through the Argonne and the advance to the Meuse.
His work was marked by an inflexible determination to give all,---the same indomitable spirit that had already been shown to be a marked characteristic of his and which was later to cause his death. The incident related in the following citation issued from the Headquarters of the 77th Division we must regard as typical ,of the spirit that moved him: "On the night of November 2-3, 1918, while leading a detachment through a heavily shelled swamp between Thenorgues and Harricourt, this soldier showed an utter disregard for his own safety in directing and helping the men under him to find shelter, and then walked over one hundred yards through shell fire to the rescue of a soldier of the 304th Machine Gun Battalion, who had been severely wounded, bringing him to a place of safety."
During the last days of the war he drew heavily on his reserve of strength, flatly refusing to go back to a hospital even when, as his Lieutenant wrote, "he was too sick to go on." On December 17, 1918, he died of pneumonia---caused by exposure and fatigue.
Ward's battalion commander, Major John R. P. Freeman, who was with him from the early days at Camp Upton, wrote of him "Quiet, modest, and unassuming, capable and trustworthy; and utterly fearless . . . . . He gave the best that was in him; he gave more because the terrific strain of the Argonne had completely undermined his health and still he kept on until our work was done, when the doctor ordered him to the hospital where he died.
"He was fine and clean and I'm very, very sorry that he has gone."
Born November 2 1, 1896, in Hartford, Connecticut. Son of Erastus S. and Lillian Dermont Root. Home, Hartford, Connecticut. Educated Hartford High School, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Class of 1919. Joined American Field Service, June 25, 1917 ; attached Transport Section 526 to November 19, 1917. Returned to America. Enlisted as Private, U. S. Heavy Tank Corps. Promoted to Sergeant. Sailed for England, August, 1918. Died of diphtheria and pneumonia, December 25, 1918, at American Base Hospital, Salisbury Court, England. Buried Magdalen Hill Cemetery, Winchester, England.
WHEN the United States entered the war, George Welles Root was too young to be drafted, but his desire to serve was not to be balked so easily, and in June, 1917, he volunteered for the American Field Service. A youth of twenty, he went to France as a member of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology Unit, and, shortly after his arrival on the other side, was detailed to one of the camion sections serving the French army on the Chemin des Dames front. Here he labored for six months --six months of hard, uninspiring, routine work --- but the sort of work that was essential to the ultimate victory.
At the expiration of his enlistment he returned to the United States where, in the spring of 1918, he enlisted as a private in the Heavy Tank Corps of the National Army. He was promptly made a sergeant, and sailed overseas with his battalion in August. Soon after landing in England he was stricken with influenza, complicated by pneumonia, and followed by diphtheria. He died, in service, on Christmas day, 1918, at American Base Hospital 40, Salisbury Court, England, and was buried in Magdalen Hill Cemetery, Winchester, England.
Sergeant Root was a lineal descendant of Chief Justice Jesse Root who was for many years at the head of the Connecticut Bar and who served several years in the Continental Congress. He was a graduate of Hartford High School and a member of the Class of 1919 at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where he was active in college affairs and a universal favorite. As early as his freshman year he was a member of the general staff of the Technology Monthly, and played on the freshman football team.
Something of Sergeant Root's character was clearly evidenced by his actions in his last year of High School when his mother became critically ill. His tender care and supreme devotion to her, giving as he did, practically all his time outside of school to cheer and assist her, proved him to be a most lovable, thoughtful, and dependable son. Obviously such unselfishness was of the kind which would lead him to champion, as he unhesitatingly did, the cause of democracy and to fight for the ideals in which he so earnestly believed.
"Your devotion to the highest ideals," wrote the late President Maclaurin of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, "and the spirit that has moved you and the other Tech men now 'somewhere in France' to give yourselves unreservedly to the cause of your country and humanity, make us feel proud and thankful. May you, and the other Tech 'boys,' be cheered by the thought of our confidence in your valor, and by our appreciation of the stimulating effect of your self-sacrifice on those that are still here, and may this Christmas, under such unusual conditions, crowded as it must be with memories of home and of those you left behind with anxious solicitude for your well-being, bring a special blessing to us all."
Just one year later to a day, early on Christmas morning at Salisbury Court, England, Sergeant George Welles Root, having been at the front in France, having returned to America for training, and now being again on his way to the fighting lines, received the ultimate reward of his services, as his spirit slipped triumphantly away to claim its place in the ranks of that immortal host --- the heroes of the World War.
Born July 22, 1893, in Far Rockaway, Long Island, New York. Son of Sydney Richmond and Julia Biddle Taber. Home, Princeton, New Jersey. Educated Lake Forest, Illinois, schools; Cloyne House School, Newport, Rhode Island; Groton School, Massachusetts; Sanford School, Redding Ridge, Connecticut; Lake Placid School, New York, and Princeton University, Class of 1917. Joined American Field Service, October 18, 1915; attached Section Four until February 7, 1916. Returned to America. Plattsburg Camp, 1916. Princeton Aviation School, April to June, 1917. Enlisted U. S. Aviation as cadet, June 29; trained Princeton. To England, September, 1917; trained in Oxford, Stamford, and Waddington. To France, February, 1918; trained Tours and Issoudun. Commissioned First Lieutenant, Aviation Section, Signal Reserve Corps, April 4, 1918. Transfer pilot, Orly. Flying missions to England, August and November, 1918. Killed in aeroplane accident, February 11, 1919, at Orly. Buried American Military Cemetery, Suresnes, Seine.
"ARCHIE" TABER from childhood was endowed with an unusually attractive personality and a splendid physique. "I can still see him so plainly as a wonderfully handsome child with superabundant vitality. Never do I recall anyone so thoroughly alive," writes an old friend. And as this fine body was building itself up, there was developing at the same time, due in no small degree to the wise, and ever-watchful care of his parents, a character and intelligence of the finest calibre.
As early as October, 1915, and while still a student at Princeton, he felt the call of the work which Americans were doing in France, and enlisted in the American Field Service. He was one of the original members of Section Four which left Paris in November, and he remained at the front, in Lorraine and in the region of Toul with the Section for three months, returning to America in February to complete his course at Princeton. A year later, as his father writes, "He had the satisfaction of organizing and sending forward three Field Service units, each composed of twenty-five Princeton students. The impetus given by his efforts resulted later in the formation and despatch, under the leadership of his successors, of two more units."
By this time, however, his own interest was centered in aviation and on March 8, 1917, he applied for a commission in the Aviation Section, Signal Reserve Corps. He did not enter the army as a flying cadet until June 29th, but in the meantime he flew almost daily during April, May, and June, 1917, in the Princeton Aviation School, which experience stood him in excellent stead later on. Once in the army, he first completed the course at the United States Military School of Aeronautics at Princeton, and in September, 1917, sailed for England with a contingent of cadets for further training at the various English Aviation Schools of Oxford, Stamford, and Waddington. In February, 1918, he was sent to France, and after perfecting himself at Tours and Issoudun, was commissioned First Lieutenant on April 14, 1918. On July 8th he was assigned to duty as transfer pilot in which position, during the remainder of the war, he had the privilege of performing arduous and essential service in delivering new planes, by air, from the headquarters at Orly, to training-camps and points at the front. He twice crossed the channel to England on special missions and once flew as far as Ireland. On February 11, 1919, while in discharge of his duty of testing planes at Orly, he was killed by the fall of his plane due to the breaking of a control.
Such is the service which Taber gave to the cause, beginning a year and a half before his country entered the war and continuing after the armistice and until his death. Yet splendid as this record is, "Archie" Taber will be remembered as much for the manner of man he was as for his achievements or anything which he could have done.
The final measure of a man's worth lies in the judgment of his friends, associates, and comrades, and the following brief extracts from letters written at the time of his death show what this judgment is: "Arthur Taber was the best known, best beloved, and most respected man on this post." "He was liked and admired everywhere; was one of the cleanest, straightest men I have ever known. He was to me,---as to others who knew him--- ever cheerful, unassuming, and considerate; one of the best, most earnest and enthusiastic pilots." "There was something indescribable about Archie that, without his saying anything, made you want him to think well of you." Briefest and perhaps finest of all is this brief tribute from a fellow aviator: "He was white way through."
Born November 11, 1877, in San Francisco, California. Son of James and Eleanor Smith Freeborn. Educated San Francisco Schools, Westminster School, and Sheffield Scientific School, Yale University, Class of 1899. Director Freeborn Estate Corporation. Joined Ambulance Service, Neuilly, 1914; helped organize "Paris Squad." Joined American Field Service, 1915, as Assistant to Inspector General; recruited in America, 1916; attached Section Two, March 31, 1917, as Chef Adjoint to September, 1917. Croix de Guerre. Enlisted U. S. Army, Intelligence Department. First Lieutenant, July, 1918. Liaison Officer, French G. H. Q. Promoted to Captain. Légion d'Honneur. Died of influenza, February 13, 1919, in Paris. Buried in Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, California.
"CHARLEY" FREEBORN ---somehow we always called him "Charley" although he was a good deal older than most of us --- was the sort of friend that only a young American who has left home for the first time to cross the ocean and serve in a foreign army can really appreciate. Whether you joined his Section at the front, or whether you came in contact with him when he was on duty at Headquarters in Paris, he had a man's way of making you feel at home and helping you over the rough spots of your new environment and filling you with a sense of what it all meant. A thorough American himself, he, at the same time, loved France devotedly and felt that no sacrifice in her cause was too great.
In England at the time of the First Battle of the Marne, he crossed, in December, to France to drive an ambulance, unable longer to remain merely a spectator. Speaking French perfectly, a competent chauffeur, and, above all, a tireless worker, he and a group of his friends rendered valuable assistance to the hard-pressed hospital authorities. He threw himself whole-heartedly into the work of the American Ambulance at Neuilly, helping organize what became eventually the Field Service. Of his aid at that time Colonel Andrew has written as follows:
"In the early days of the War, when the Field Service was in its frail infancy, and its friends were doubly appreciated because so few, Charles Freeborn was one of those whom we particularly valued because we could count implicitly upon his loyalty and upon his readiness to undertake whatever he was asked to do. Although no longer a boy, and although long accustomed to a life of ease and comfort, he accepted willingly whatever hardships were involved in the varying details to which he was assigned. I recall particularly the winter of 1915-16, when he was in charge of a detachment of ambulances at Revigny, and how uncomplainingly he lived for weeks in the cold and filth of a ruined stable, scarcely fit for the cattle with which his detachment shared their quarters. I cannot forget, either, how he voluntarily crossed the ocean and went all the way to California in the following summer to carry our moving pictures of the Service to the people of that State who then were but little aware of the significance of the war."
On returning to France he was given command of Section Two, then operating in the Verdun sector. He remained with this Section until the summer of 1917, gaining the respect of all his men and making in every way an excellent leader.
When America came into the war he was commissioned a First Lieutenant, quickly promoted to the rank of Captain, and given an important post in the American Mission attached to French G. H. Q. His discretion, his knowledge of French, and his long experience in the War, especially fitted him for this delicate work which he performed so well that he received the cross of the Legion of Honor.
About the middle of January, 1919, he was demobilized, and while at his mother's home in Paris, died from an attack of influenza.
"Charley" Freeborn was always unusually uncommunicative about the fine things he did. Only his wartime friends know the full value of his services. "Don't throw any flowers at me. We are all parts in a big machine," he once wrote in reply to a warm letter of commendation. Nothing could have been more characteristic than that of the modest way in which, from December, 1914, to the end he did his duty in the war.
Born August 11, 1897, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Son of John B. and Mabel Slade Kendall. Educated Cambridge High and Latin, and Huntington Schools. Joined American Field Service, June 25, 1917; attached Section Seventy to September 7, 1917. Enlisted U. S. A. Ambulance Service, Section 16/634. Wounded and received Croix de Guerre, December, 1917. Transferred October 24, 1918, to 104th U. S. Infantry. Gassed, November, 1918. Died of bronchial- pneumonia, February 15, 1919, at American Hospital, Langres. Buried Langres, Haute-Marne. Body transferred to Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts.
EXCEPT in the eyes of the biographer modesty is a virtue. For when a man is as self-effacing as was Charles Benjamin Kendall, it is unfortunately easy to overlook the depths of character, the steadfastness of spirit, the energetic devotion which inspired him and led him to do, so quietly as to attract little notice, his duties of service. His mother says "his letters were good," but vague because of "his modesty in regard to anything pertaining to himself." "I think he was about the coolest and bravest man under, fire in the Section," wrote J. Frank Brown, one of "Charlie's" comrades, "He was the best man to be with in a tight place. He received a magnificent citation which he fully deserved, but he was always very modest about his honors." He would not be downed, and his letters, even when things were going badly, showed only a fine optimism and forgetfulness of personal troubles in doing his work. Just before the offensive of August, 1917, he fell ill with a severe cold, but "got out of his bed to take part in the fun. He was always full of life and kept everyone in good humor." This trait of helping others and smiling at misfortune was apparent in his early days for even as a boy he was poised and considerate.
His schooling was all had in Cambridge, the city of his birth, where his home was. Much interested in chemistry, he made an excellent record at school, although always constitutionally frail. While still a mere lad his attitude toward his mother was that of a protector. Charles was always thoughtful of her, trying to guard her from troubles and worries, and to her as to everyone else his presence seemed to bring courage and confidence. This quality of easing the cares of others he carried through all his life. He was, in the words of his mother, "So big for a little fellow."
Joining Section Seventy of the Field Service in France on Independence Day, "Charlie" served through the battles along the Chemin des Dames during the summer of 1917, writing jocularly of the Malmaison attack: "My machine was hit several times by éclats . . . . . There were several times that I would not have given three cents for my hide or chances." Again he said:
"It is terrible. I wish you could see and hear . . . . . or rather I thank God that you cannot." Always he was full of fun and good-humored. He was a favorite with the French --- officers and privates alike. He spoke their argot and made a point of learning the patois of the country. After each offensive he was the first to be given souvenirs by poilu friends. He entered into the work, reckless of himself but fastidiously careful of his wounded, volunteering for extra duties. Yet through it all he kept his characteristic dry humor, and jested most when situations looked blackest. A quip was ever quick on his tongue, but it was always a kindly one. Considerate, loyal, conscientious, he never thought of himself save as one more pair of needed hands in a great work.
After the Armistice, weakened by the gassing he had received and his constant labors, Charles fell sick with influenza, entering a hospital on January 20, 1919. Bronchial-pneumonia developed and despite every effort of doctors and nurses he died quietly on February 15th. His nurses mentioned especially what a splendid patient he was. He wrote "I can't come home quick enough," and on the eleventh, that a nurse would write his mother so "that you won't worry because you haven't heard from me." "I've been very sick --- now I'm feeling much better." Patient, thoughtful of others, uncomplaining, until the end, he lay and waited for his going home.
Born July 16, 1893, in Marquette, Michigan. Son of James Edmund and Elizabeth Mather Jopling. Educated Fay and St. Mark's Schools, Southboro, Massachusetts, and Harvard University, Class of 1916. Plattsburg Camp, 1916. With New York Red Cross, 1917. Joined American Field Service, September 13, 1917; attached Section Sixty-six. Transferred to U. S. Army Ambulance Service, Section 66/623. Croix de Guerre, two citations. Died March 16, 1919, in London, from shell-shock and strain. Buried Brockwood Cemetery, Surrey, England.
"Then onward still! with never thought of rest,
Till all the tumult of the world is past,---
That, with a conquering courage in our breast,
We may be men at last!"
THESE lines of Richard Mather Jopling's form almost a text of his life. "I have n't done all I should have done or could have done," he wrote his mother upon his graduation from St. Mark's School leaving behind him despite his words, a splendid record of achievement; " I've a debt to pay . . . . . by working faithfully, to the best of my ability, all through my life," and this purpose made his life one always of high resolve. "Dick" was a true artist, writing real music, prose, and poetry. Constitutionally delicate, his being was nevertheless alive with creative fire and energy, and his spirit flamed joyously high or flickered low in despair. But always to his comrades he showed only smiling good cheer to help them through the difficult days. Douglas Stewart mentions his "glorious incapability of realizing his own greatness . . . . . ... He never realized that in his living, in overcoming an inherent timidity and physical frailty, and in conquering all unfortunate circumstances he gave inspiration to a host of men. Dr. Thayer, of St. Mark's, remembered gratefully his "vision of the poet and high purpose of the prophet."
A sturdy conscience impelled his none-too-strong body to strenuous work, leading at the last to a heartbreaking death from nervous breakdown, after "Dick" had endured unflinchingly the ordeal of battle. The constant tension, the sickening, necessary brutalities, the ever-present sufferings of others, all the bitterness of war assailed and hurt him more deeply than most because of his sensitive nature, and finally caused his death.
"Dick" loved his home devotedly and it was a lonely, homesick little fellow who left Marquette to attend Fay School in Southboro, Massachusetts. Mr. Fay makes mention of his "severe, old-fashioned ideals of right and wrong, of duty and service and thoughtfulness of others." Going then to St. Mark's "Dick" entered eagerly into the school life. Some of his music was used by the chapel choir, for already his genius in composing was apparent, and his stories and poems appeared in the school magazine. Although in his own estimation he was lazy, yet he accomplished an amazing amount of work. Finishing the six-year school course in five years, "Dick" received his A. B. in three, spent one summer at the engineering camp, and another at Plattsburg. At Harvard, as an editor on literary and musical publications, a composer of music for the "Pudding" shows, and a senior class officer, he was one of the prominent and best-liked men of his college generation. A year of graduate study was followed by a trip to South and Central America, from which he returned in time to apply for Plattsburg in 1917. Rejected as below weight, he underwent in three months a surgical treatment normally taking a year, but even with strengthened constitution, he was again rejected. He immediately sailed with the Field Service, and, enlisting as a private in the U. S. Army, joined Section Sixty-six on the Aisne. William G. Rice, Jr., his chief, had "an increasingly high regard for his loyal friendship and dependable work, and his skill and resourcefulness as an ambulance driver." His piano raised their spirits and morale, for "he would play happy pieces even when feeling as blue as the rest of us." Upon his leaves, too, "Dick's" playing for the "doughboys" gathered crowds in the casino at Aix.
In London, returning from a visit to an aunt in England, the strain proved too great and broke him down at last." As surely as if killed in battle he gave his life for the good cause. Death came to "Dick" Jopling because he had given himself utterly in service.
Born October 20, 1898, in Westbrook, Maine. Son of Ernest L. and Hattie Raymond Dresser. Home, Brookline, Massachusetts. Educated private tutor and Westbrook schools. Joined American Field Service, May 26, 1917, attached Section Two until September 26, 1917. Enlisted as private in U. S. A. Ambulance Service, Section 552. Croix de guerre, three citations, and American citation. Died of wounds resulting from accident, March 19, 1919, in Paris. Buried Suresnes, Seine.
THE first and youngest going to war from his home town of Westbrook, Stephen Dresser gave incentive to the enrolment of others and also to the eager grasping by his townspeople of the various opportunities for war endeavor. "He gave his life for what he realized to be the greatest cause in the world's history. And throughout the two years of warfare there was always the exaltation of service in his every word and act."
Speaking of Stephen's youth a very old friend of the family says: "Those who knew him will never forget his bright young face, his manner so courteous to young and old alike. There was a manliness about him rare for his years, and yet, with it all, he was a real boy, delighting in the good things of boyhood." As he grew older "Steve" strengthened in this manliness as he did in body. As a lad of nineteen he had his place among men. A fellow driver says "he possessed all the attributes of a good soldier . . . . . It was an honor to have been a comrade of Steve's . . . . . the most self-sacrificing and bravest man I ever knew." His commander says, "Steve was one of the finest fellows that went across . . . . . as fine as I knew." As a child, as a boy, and as a young man Stephen won the affection and respect of comrades and acquaintances.
In boyhood Stephen was ill with tuberculosis. He was in bed for months at a time, yet always he fought the disease, and cheerily, too. " Never discouraged, or blue, or peevish about his sickness," Stephen disciplined himself with the thought that "anything that ought to be done he could do." He loved people and was generous to a fault. Big-hearted and helpful, "Steve" was loved by everyone.
During his long spells of illness he turned much to books, which gave him a serious side unusual in a boy. He had, nevertheless, all a boy's interests. At last, a year or two before war came, thanks greatly to his will power, an absolute cure was effected, and Stephen freed of the burden which had always weighed him down, entered enthusiastically into the life about him. His sympathies were early roused for France and a month before his high school class graduated Stephen entered the American Field Service. just before sailing he wrote: "We both know, Dad, what I am going into and I may never come back, but it is worth it to both you and me."
In May, 1917, "Steve" joined Section Two in the Verdun region. For its work at this time near Mort Homme and Esnes the Section was decorated, and Stephen received his first Croix de Guerre. Twice later he was cited by the French, and on one of these occasions "when Steve learned he was to be decorated he asked that the medal be given to someone who had not received a cross before," but the lieutenant refused because"of all the men to be decorated he had done most to merit it." With the militarization of the Ambulance Service he became a member of Section 552. Through the continued trials and disconsolations the words of his friend held true: "Steve worked uncomplainingly through it all --- always cheerful."
After the Armistice Stephen broke his arm and spent some months at hospitals and the Shepard convalescent home, where earlier he had been sick with pneumonia and shell-shock. "One of our favorite boys," Mr. Shepard called him, "you can be proud of Steve. "Stephen died in Paris on March 19, 1919. The remark of Lieutenant Gores shows, as well as words can, Stephen Dresser's fineness: "No braver soldier stood and as a man he had his ideals and lived strictly up to them."
Born August 3, 1893, at Radnor, Pennsylvania, Son of Julian R. and Mary M. L. Tinkham. Educated Montclair Academy and Cornell University, Class of 1916. Joined American Field Service, February 26, 1916; attached Sections Three and Four in France to November 23, 1916. Returned to America and college. Organized Cornell unit. Rejoined Field Service, March 20, 1917; attached Transport Section 526. Commandant Adjoint to September 18, 1917. Croix de Guerre. Enlisted U. S. Naval Aviation; trained Mouchic, France. Commissioned Flight Ensign, July, 1918. To Porto Corsini, Italy. Italian War Cross and U. S. Navy Cross. Died March 30, 1919, of meningitis and pneumonia, at Ravenna, Italy. Cremated at Bologna. Ashes deposited in the Muro perpetuo of the Cemetery, Ravenna, Italy.
SLENDER, with regular features, clear eyes, and a fair complexion, "Ed" Tinkham at first glance always gave one the impression of being younger than he was. Yet there was about him an air of determination and intensity of purpose which belied his youthful appearance.
He entered Cornell University in 1912 and was prominent in track athletics as a member of both the varsity track and cross-country teams. In the middle of his senior year, February, 1916, he applied for a leave of absence to join the American Field Service. The late winter and early spring of that year he spent with Section Three in Lorraine, and in June, when the Section was moved to the battle front of Verdun, he distinguished himself for bravery and was awarded the Croix de Guerre. In the fall, on the departure of Section Three for the Orient, he was transferred to Section Four where he remained until late in November.
After nine months of service, and while America still held aloof, he returned to Cornell to complete his college course, and get his degree of B.S. But with his heart full of the struggle which France was making, he found it impossible to settle down to civilian life and immediately began to devote all his spare time to organizing a Cornell Unit for the Field Service. He succeeded in enrolling, by the end of March, 1917, a unit of thirty-five men which made up the first body of Cornell men to arrive in France. One of his comrades wrote of him on the trip over: "'Ed' Tinkham. is the recognized leader of the unit and whatever he says goes. No one could be more devoted to our welfare and there is something about the quiet way he handles things and looks after us that makes everyone love and respect him."
Arriving in France the latter part of April, the Cornell unit was selected as the first contingent of the camion corps just being organized, and on May 8, 1917, left for the hastily organized training camp in the forest of Dommiers near Soissons. This unit, under Tinkham's leadership, is generally conceded to be the first organized group to go to the front carrying the American Flag.
After five months on the Aisne front in the camion service, where he proved himself a wise officer and leader, he resigned from the Field Service and enlisted in the American Naval Aviation Forces just arrived in France. He was commissioned a Flight Ensign in July, 1918, and was sent to the Naval Aviation Station at Porto Corsini, Italy, where he served until the armistice, patroling the Adriatic, and in the operations against the Austrian Naval Base of Pola. He was cited for the Italian War Cross at Porto Corsini in 1918, and subsequently for the U.S. Navy Cross. Soon after the Armistice he was taken sick and was transferred to the Italian Military Hospital at Ravenna where he died of meningitis and pneumonia on March 30, 1919.
"Ed" Tinkham's military career will be for those who knew him but the natural expression of his loyal personality. He was one of the earliest from his Alma Mater to learn at first hand, months before his country entered the war, what the struggle meant, and his position in her annals is unique, The following verses from a tribute by Professor A. B. Recknagel, which appeared in the "Cornell Forester" soon after his death bear witness to the fact:
"As the first song birds of returning Spring
Bring hope and vigor after Winter's dearth,
So Tinkham with his band of Cornell youths
An earnest was of greater help to come
And of our country girding for the strife.Consumed as with a bright fierce flame
Of patriotic fervor, he is not dead
Whom once we knew and loved.
He is translated, apotheosized
As One who also loved humanity."
Born February 10, 1893, in New York City. Son of Willard P. and Mae McHenry Brown. Educated Mount Vernon High School, New York, and Staunton Military Academy, Virginia. Business with W. P. Brown and Sons. Troop C, 1st N. Y. Cavalry. Seven months Mexican Border. Business with A. G. Spaulding and Bro. Joined American Field Service, June 30, 1917; attached Sections Seventy-one and Twenty-nine, until August 31, 1917. Transferred to U. S. A. Ambulance Service. Ill in Paris. Arrived in America, April 23, 1919. Died April 26, 1919, in Embarkation Hospital Number One, Hoboken, New Jersey, of diabetes and gas-poisoning. Buried in New Rochelle, New York.
His brother has written of him: "He was the type of boy who always cared a great deal for soldier life and anything that might have an element of risk in it, always being the ring-leader when there was any mischief afoot. While at high school and at Staunton he played football and was known as a very fast, hard hitting player." On being graduated from the Staunton Military Academy, he entered business with his father where he remained until shortly after his father's death. Then, with a boy's spirit of adventure and a desire to see something of his own country he set out with a companion of his own age for the Pacific Coast. The two started with only moderate funds and worked their way to and from California, obtaining employment on cattle ranches, in moving picture studios, or anywhere they could find work.
After such an experience, life in a New York office seemed insufferable and as trouble with Mexico was pending, he welcomed the opportunity to enlist with the First Cavalry, Troop C, of Brooklyn, and went with that squadron to the Mexican border. His was one of the last formations to be sent home and his discharge gave him an excellent character. On his return he entered the employ of A. G. Spaulding and Brother as a salesman in their New York office, but found it extremely difficult to adapt himself to the ordinary affairs of life,. particularly after this country declared war on Germany.. On June 30, 1917, he left for France as a member of the American Field Service.
His ambition was to serve in a camion section, but as the need just then was for ambulance drivers, he was sent to the front with Ambulance Section Seventy-One which took over its quota of Fiat cars at Noyon on July 31, 1917. They spent the greater part of the summer around Noyon in action in the Saint-Quentin sector. Brown was acting Sous-Chef of the Section and when the United States Army took over the Field Service he enlisted in the United States Army Ambulance Service and was given the rank of Sergeant, first Class, and continued his work at the front. He was twice gassed, once in October, 1917, and again the following year, and was awarded a "Medal of Honor" with citation by the French Government for his work during a grippe epidemic among the French soldiers.
During the latter part of his stay in France he suffered from the effects of gas and diabetes and was for a time transferred to the Provisional Battalion in Paris. He arrived in Hoboken, on the U. S. Transport Mobile, April 23, 1919, in a semi-conscious condition and was taken immediately to the United States Embarkation Hospital No. 1 where, three days later, he died. His commanding officer wrote of him in a letter to his brother: "Your brother served under my command as assistant sergeant-major during the most critical period of the war. His loyalty, energy, faithfulness, and devotion are such that I cannot put into words my appreciation of his services. I feel that his death is not only that of a valued and trusted assistant, but that of a warm personal friend as well."
Born April 5, 1892, at Florence, Wisconsin. Son of Reverend Edward N. and Cora Willis Ware. Home, Chicago, Illinois. Educated Lake View High School, Chicago. Business, four years. Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois, Class of 1919. Joined American Field Service, May 5th, 1917; attached Section Thirteen. Enlisted U. S. A. Ambulance Service with French Army. Gassed November, 11917, near Verdun. Joined Hoover Food Commission, February, 1919, at Paris. Died of smallpox at Bucharest, Roumania, May 7, 1919. Buried Military Cemetery, Bucharest.
WITH a sensitive, artistic mind, "interested in books, architecture, art, and music," Edward Newell Ware, Jr., combined unusual firmness of mind and sturdiness of character. Unwilling to continue college after his freshman year because of the burden upon his father's shoulders, he gave up his cherished hopes and set resolutely to work in a field for which he had no love, but which he mastered so completely that, at the end of four years, he was able to resume his place in the School of Engineering of Northwestern University. He was initiated into the Beta Theta Pi fraternity and became a leader in its activities,---"an inspiration to all who were associated with him." "Architecture was his goal," says his mother, "to which his constructive ability and his appreciation of art led him." He advanced rapidly and stood high on the Honor Roll for scholarship when the war made a second and final interruption of his career. He enlisted in the American Field Service and sailed for France on May 5, 1917.
He gave himself as wholeheartedly to the work of transporting wounded as to everything else he had ever undertaken. "He was the most courageous and fearless of us," says a comrade; and others speak of "his wonderful devotion to his wounded," and of his self-sacrificing helpfulness on all occasions. In November, 1917, he was badly gassed, but his love of action and desire to be with the Section soon brought him back from the hospital where he might have had a much longer convalescence. He was loved by his companions, as he had been at college, not only for the strange beauty of his nature, but also for his courageous independence of spirit which led him, regardless of consequence, into generous and brotherly acts. With instinctive sympathy for the "under dog," he used to be particularly friendly to fellows in the Section who, through some accident or slight fault, had become temporarily unpopular. Music was the great comfort and delight of his life. It exalted him, lifting him above the "dreadful circumstance of war" into the beautiful places where his delicate and impressionable imagination wandered joyous and free. It was this imagination of his that made him so keenly alive to the horror and suffering of war, and caused him to bear equally with his wounded the pain caused by long journeys over frightful roads.
After the Armistice, instead of returning home with his unit, Newell volunteered his services to the Hoover Food Commission, and after serving for a short time in Paris, was sent out with a small contingent to bring help to the poor and suffering of Roumania. He rejoiced in what he referred to as "this very minor sort of role in the economic reconstruction of a romantic story book country, poor Roumania." It was while working in the midst of famine and disease that he contracted smallpox, from which he died on May 7, 1919. He was buried with full military honors in the cemetery of Bucharest.
Newell's sympathies were broad and quick, his generosity ready and open, and his character unflinchingly upright. The many friends who wrote to his mother on learning of his death were all impressed by the fact that by no word or deed had he ever swerved the least bit from "the high ideals of pure, true manhood which he held ... .. He not only stood for the right and best," says his fraternity paper, "but he had the supreme courage of his convictions." It is this completeness of his spiritual and moral development that alone can lessen the tragedy of his unrealized hopes and ambitions.
Born March 17, 1892, in Belding, Michigan. Son of Elmer E. and Clara Palmer Fales. Educated Belding High School and Ferris Institute. Six years with Belding Brothers & Company, silk manufacturers. Joined American Field Service, August 7, 1917; attached Transport Section 397 until November 13, 1917. Enlisted U. S. Motor Transport Corps; attached Section 242. Commissioned Second Lieutenant, M. T. C., November 11, 1918. Killed by accidental explosion of shell, Bourges, May 2, 1919. Buried at Bourges, Cher.
MANY of the men who volunteered for the American Field Service were young fellows still in college, free of responsibility, whose departure did not include giving up a hard-won position in the world. Hugo Wing Fales went with the same ready spirit of sacrifice that moved them all, in spite of the fact that for him it meant making the climb in business all over again when he should come back. He was twenty-six years old with a successful record as salesman for a silk manufacturing concern when, in July, 1917, he sailed for France. He went out to the front in the camion branch joining Section 397, and when the American Field Service was taken over by the United States Army, he enlisted in the American Mission, continuing his work as a truck driver with the French army. His ability as a driver and his knowledge of machinery caused him to be included, shortly after his enlistment, among those to attend a course at Chauvigny for instructors. After graduating from this school in January, 1918, he was made an instructor for American truck drivers at Pont St. Maixent and later at Motor Transport School Number One. On November 11, 1918, he was commissioned a Second Lieutenant of the M. T. C. and assigned to duty as assistant to the Motor Transport Officer at Bourges. Throughout the dreary winter and spring that followed the armistice he worked at his uninspired task with unflagging cheerfulness, never complaining even when troops with half his length of service went past him on their way home, while he stayed apparently anchored to his desk for all time. His commanding officer, Captain Russell H. Bird, says that (tat all times he proved himself an untiring and energetic worker, with a sunny disposition and a kind word for everyone." It was a time when it took all a man's buoyancy of spirit just to keep smiling, yet Hugo always managed to create an atmosphere of cheeriness even when his heart ached most for home. In his letters he betrayed very little of his real feelings. In the last one, written eight days before his death, there is no word of complaint, simply the casual reference, "I don't expect to get to go before July 15th. It seems a long time, doesn't it, but the time flies."
Colonel David L. Stone of the General Staff has given the following account of the accident that caused Hugo's death.
"The Motor Transport Park where your son was on duty is located near the proving grounds or target range for a French artillery depot . . . . . On the morning of May 2nd a shrapnel shell being fired on the French proving grounds burst prematurely in mid-air and by some freak of the explosion part of the shell was projected way to one side, crashing through the roof of the office and striking your son in the hip. Every medical attention was at once administered and Captain Bird, his commanding officer, offered to have his own blood transmitted to your son in order to compensate for excessive bleeding, but the shock of the large piece of metal passing through your son's body was too great for him to recover."
He was game to the very end. When he was given cocaine he said smilingly, " If I had known it was so easy to take dope, I would have tried it long ago."
Colonel Stone concluded his report with the words
"I know that he was universally loved and respected by all officers and men," and this opinion was held by everyone who came in contact with him. The words of his chaplain, Edward J. Smith, might stand for all, "I doubt if there was an officer more popular with his men or more highly esteemed by his fellow officers for the fine soldierly qualities he displayed."
Born April 2, 1893, in Parkersburg, West Virginia. Son of Professor Daniel C. and Ella Core Tabler. Educated Parkersburg High School and Marietta College, Ohio, Class of 1920. Joined American Field Service, May 26, 1917; attached Transport Section 184 to November 20, 1917. Enlisted U. S. Aviation, January, 1918. Trained French schools. Commissioned Second Lieutenant, May 8, 1918. Instructor, First Air Depot, Colombey-les-Belles. First Lieutenant, May 12, 1919. Killed in aeroplane accident, May 16, 1919, Colombey-les- Belles. Buried Colombey-les-Belles, Meurthe-et-Moselle.
ON the very eve of his departure from camp, having just received his commission as First Lieutenant and his sailing orders to return to America, Lieutenant Kramer Core Tabler met his tragic death.
On the 16th of May, 1919, while rendering his last service in instructing a fellow officer to fly, the plane carrying both men "crashed" from a distance of about one thousand feet, burst into flames, and the two officers were instantly killed. On the following day, the same on which he was to have left to go to a port of embarkation for America, he and his comrade were tenderly buried in a little cemetery in France, with forty-two other Americans, near the field where they fell.
Beloved by all who knew him, Lieutenant Tabler had, indeed, in his two years of service, "played his part and proved himself a man."
The grandson of Brigadier General Andrew S. Core, of the Civil War, he was born in Parkersburg, West Virginia, April 2, 1895. He graduated from the Parkersburg High School in 1913. In the fall of 1916 he entered Marietta College with just ten dollars in his pocket and a lively determination to earn his way. Then the menace of war beckoned to us, and in the spring of 1917 young Tabler enlisted in the "Marietta Unit" for which his college equipped and sent twenty boys to France. They sailed from New York, May 26th, arriving in France, June 4th, where they drove camions for the American Field Service. Young Tabler served in this capacity until November 20th.
Instead of returning to America at the expiration of his enlistment with the American Field Service he remained in France and the following January he entered the American Aviation. He was immediately sent to a training school, from which he was commissioned a Second Lieutenant and Pilot, May 8, 1918.
Instead of being sent to the front immediately, he was stationed at the First Air Depot in Colombey-les-Belles where he remained, as a flying instructor, during the rest -of the war, and until the spring of 1919, when he met his death.
All those who saw Lieutenant Tabler, testify to his being the most daring of all the officers at the First Air Depot, and one of the most loved. The day he was killed, according to his comrades in the camp, was the bluest of all their days over there.
Kramer Tabler was always happy, and glad just to be alive. The most companionable of boys, he naturally -made friends readily, and held them to him by bonds of deep affection. He was a great sportsman, loving activity, competition, good clean fun. His home he reverenced and idolized and loved beyond all else --- as he was loved in return there, and wherever he went.
Yet he renounced all this, like thousands of others, to do the task which lay unquestionably before him --- before all of his kind. With the precious gift of his life he contributed to the greatest moral victory of all history.
This poem by an ambulance man of Section Sixty-Five, might well have been his song:
"Where I shall fall upon my battleground
There may I rest --- nor carry me away.
What holier hills could in these days be found
Than hills of France to hold a soldier's clay?
Nor need ye place the cross of wooden stuff
Over my head to mark my age and name;
This very ground is monument enough!
'T is all I wish of show or outward fame.
Deep in the hearts of fellow countrymen
My first immortal sepulchre shall be,
Greater than all the tombs of ancient kings.
What matter where my dust shall scatter then?
I shall have served my country overseas
And loved her --- dying with a heart that sings."R. W. G.
Born March 2, 1888, in Syracuse, New York. Son of Frank and Mary Lally Hopkins. Educated Syracuse Central High School and Syracuse University, Class of 1910. Practiced law. Joined American Field Service, August 16, 1917 ; attached Section Sixty-five. Transferred to U. S. Ambulance Service, Section 552. Returned to America, March, 1919. Died of heart disease, June 5, 1919, at General Hospital No. 5, Fort Ontario, New York. Buried in St. Agnes Cemetery, Syracuse, New York.
FRANK HOPKINS, JR., was a little older than most of the men in the American Field Service, but in his enthusiasm and eagerness to see action he was almost boyish. On November 20, 1917, he wrote, "At last, at last! Tonight at suppertime came the long-looked for and impatiently awaited 'ordre de mouvement,' and it looks as though we would get to see the front!" But the orders were countermanded, and it was not until some weeks later that his Section was finally on its way to the Chemin des Dames. Frank's letters from the front were extraordinarily restrained, with hardly a reference to the fact of war. He wrote often and at length, but confined himself to telling of the routine of section life and of his personal relations with the other men. There is not a single mention of shelling or of danger of any kind, though Section Sixty-Five saw a great deal of fighting and suffered its share of casualties. Through his correspondence we see him as a man of humor, who saw life clearly and simply, with a healthy matter-of-factness.
In August, 1917, Frank enlisted in the American Field Service, sailing with the Syracuse University Unit, and left Paris with Section Sixty-Five which had just been taken over by the army, and which was at that time stationed at a rest camp.
There is nothing more deadly than a prolonged repos, particularly to one who has never seen the front and is all anxiety lest the war be over before he gets there, but Frank's sense of humor saved him from utter discouragement. On November 22d, after the Section had made a futile move to another rest camp he wrote disappointedly but philosophically, "Anyway we are seeing a little of France---about twenty miles in two months. In December with undampened spirits, though with the added discomfort of the cold to depress him, he wrote, "The business of war seems to have struck a dull season, but I guess there is no danger of the help being laid off."
The Section, however, made up for its long idleness by getting into the midst of the action that marked the following spring and summer. Frank was constitutionally delicate and the exhausting work weakened his powers of resistance to any sickness that might be in the air. Towards the end of September he was evacuated for grippe and wrote from Base Camp --- " I should be able to rejoin the Section soon, as they need every man now. And here I am down here --- sick --- and missing the fun and excitement up there." A year of war had not in the least quenched his enthusiasm.
After a few arduous weeks at Base Camp he managed to get sent to Paris, to the haven of all Field Service men, 21 rue Raynouard, from which he wrote, "Here I am home again, or so it seems to me---the old Field Service headquarters --- the first place that made us feel at home in this foreign land!" He remembered his convalescing there as one of the bright spots of his life in France and often referred to the care he received and the attention with which he was treated. He arrived at the front again in time to take part in the last splendid drive, writing on November 4th that his division had just made "a fine advance of forty kilometers or more."
After the Armistice, Section Sixty-Five followed its French division into Germany as a part of the Army of Occupation until the last days of March, 1919, when it was called back to Base Camp at Ferrières and eventually sent home. On June 5th of the same year Frank died at General Hospital No. 5, Fort Ontario, New York, of valvular disease of the heart. The manner of his death was tragic, but no one who knew him can ever doubt that he met it with the same smiling courage and ready enthusiasm that he had carried across the sea into his other Great Adventure.
Born April 30, 1893, in Los Angeles, California. Son of Jerry and Helen Stovell Illich. Home, San Diego, California. Educated Belmont School, California, and University of California, Class of 1913. Farming. Joined American Field Service, December 30, 1915; attached Section Three to May 22, 1916. Returned to America. Subsequently enlisted U.S. Aviation at Chico, California. Trained University of California and Rockwell Field, San Diego. Commissioned First Lieutenant, January 9, 1917. Trained Camp Dick, Texas, Fort Sill, Oklahoma, and Camp Columbia, South Carolina. Sailed for France, September 13, 1918. Attached 278th Aero Squadron. Killed in accident, April 7, 1919, at Toni. Buried American Cemetery, Toul, Meurthe-et-Moselle. Body transferred to Thiaucourt, Meurthe-et-Moselle.
AFTER five months with a Field Service section on the Lorraine front, to have gone back to the United States to enter the aviation branch of the army, to have trained in various parts of the country and then finally, having returned to the front in the 278th Aero Squadron with prospects of immediate active service, and then to have lost his life in a sudden and avoidable accident --- this was the tragic misfortune of Jerry Illich. Nor was that all. Adding to the bitterness of the tragedy, two other American lives were needlessly sacrificed in a heartbroken effort to pay homage to Illich.
The unfortunate accident at Toul is described by Illich's sister, as follows:
"On April 7, 1919, Lieutenant Illich and four others were walking across a field where there were several hangars and planes 'warming up.' Suddenly one started to take off. An officer about forty feet in front of my brother saw him, ran, and yelled a warning at the same time. But my brother turned to see what was coming and found the machine so close that he threw himself on the ground, thinking the plane would rise above him. But the pilot was unable to do this, and the plane's wheel hit my brother between the shoulders, crushing his heart. He lived only a few minutes.
"The Lieutenant in the plane that killed my brother was beside himself . . . . . and the day of the funeral, wanted to pay a final tribute by showering flowers upon the cortège. While doing this he crashed into another machine, above the grave, and the two came down, one in flames, the other a total wreck. Both pilots were instantly killed. They now lie beside my brother in the cemetery at Toul."
Jerry Illich's devotion to duty was described by a friend in a letter written when the former first volunteered for service in France: "Jerry wishes to go and serve in the ambulance unit, knowing that such adventure is not a pleasure trip and appreciating full well the hard work which will follow. He goes for the service to mankind which he can render."
He first sailed for France in December of 1915 to join the American Ambulance Field Service, and was sent with Section Three to Lorraine, where he served loyally and efficiently for five months.
Returning to the United States, Jerry enlisted in the United States Air Service at Chico, California: and entered the first school of aviation at the University of California. From there he went to Rockwell Field, where he was commissioned a First Lieutenant. After training at Camp Dick and Fort Sill, he received his sailing orders while at Camp Columbia, South Carolina. He sailed from New York, September 13, 1918, and, the following month, joined the 278th Aero Squadron at Toul. There he remained until the time of his death, April 7, 1919.
In the little American cemetery near Toul, last resting place of many American aviators, three graves side by side mark the place where lie these three loyal Americans overtaken by such unforseen misfortune. There upon his grave wreaths were kept fresh for months by comrades who carried on to victory the fight to which Jerry Illich had dedicated his life.
Born August 9, 1892, in Sioux City, Iowa. Son of D. W. and Nancy Gilman Aupperle. Home, Grand junction, Colorado. Educated Grand junction High School and Leland Stanford University, Class of 1917. Joined American Field Service, June 25, 1917; attached Section Ten in the Balkans to November 18, 1917. Rejected by U. S. Army and Navy. Enlisted American Red Cross. To Salonica and Belgrade. Serbian Order of the White Eagle. Died June 14, 1919, of typhus at Nova Varosh, Serbia. Buried Belgrade, Serbia. Body transferred to Masonic Cemetery, Grand Junction, Colorado.
LIKE Kim, "a friend to all the world,"---that was Harold Vincent Aupperle, of Section Ten. "Little Aup," as he was lovingly called by his pals, gave his life in the service of humanity. It was in the bleak and dingy little town of Nova Varosh, Serbia, that he fought his last battle --- with typhus. Weary, worn, and weak from the strain of unrelenting service, "Little Aup " lost.
Aupperle came from Grand Junction, Colorado, where by his eighteenth year he had finished school and had become city editor of a crusading daily paper. Three years later he began his college career at Stanford University, where he captained a winning track team and became a leader in student affairs. Chancellor David Starr Jordan took Aupperle as private secretary on a number of his extended tours.
Aupperle's story is not one of spectacular heroism. War's choice for him was a series of drudgeries, monotonous details, and steady duties. He accepted his lot with cheerful endurance and whimsical philosophy. When death took him all unexpectedly, Aupperle was on the last lap of a wearing, nerve-racking job, doing his bit long after he might have been repatriated, had he so wished.
Rejected for regular war service, in the spring of 1917, as underweight, Aupperle enlisted in the Field Service with the third Stanford unit. On reaching Paris he was assigned to the second Stanford Section, just starting for the Balkans. There he served with the French Armée d'Orient until his formation was recalled to France. When the Field Service was militarized Aupperle was rejected by the army and navy and as a last resort enlisted in the American Red Cross, returning, in December, 1917, to the unfortunate Balkans.
At Salonica Aupperle had charge of the Red Cross motor transport for nearly a year. Then he joined the first relief expedition for Northern Serbia. He was in a small party that left Salonica early in December. Two weeks of adventure brought the expedition to Fiume. To Aupperle was assigned the difficult task of getting supplies through to Belgrade. He took the first relief to the Serbian capital, and received the grateful thanks of its people.
In April, at Belgrade, Aupperle suggested that he might get relief to certain mountain regions along the Bosnian frontier where conditions were distressful. Transportation was the principal problem. Aupperle was given this strenuous and tremendous undertaking and eventually was able to lead a train of wagons loaded with miscellaneous supplies to the beleaguered region.
His letters tell of plodding ox-cart caravans, and of weary treks with trains of pack animals. From a land of desolation he wrote letters so cheerful that they were used as official propaganda to counteract lagging enthusiasm. Aupperle was just completing this last assignment when he succumbed to the malignant typhus. A letter received by a chum in the same service two weeks before Aupperle's death, had said, "Another week will see me out of here --- a country which would make Buddha himself lose his even temperament. Well, Pop, pray that I may have good luck and finish up quickly."
"A little more than two weeks later," writes this chum, "on the hills beside the Danube, the Prince's band stopped playing for a moment while a company of Serbian veterans fired a salute over an open grave. Over and over again I said, 'Goodbye, Little Aup,' as I thought in turn of the many friends, American, French, British, Greek, Serbian, Albanian, and Turkish, that loved him, too."
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