By J. W. PEGLER
WITH THE AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY ARMY, FRANCE—Here's a real song of the Sammies, written, composed and perpetrated by a British Tommy. It has just drifted down to our camp from the British front with the instructors who are teaching the Sammies how to bayonet the Boche. They are the ragtime army. They come from U. S. A. They cannot march, they cannot shoot. What blinking use are they? But when they get to Berlin, the kaiser he will say, "Hoch! Hoch! Mein Gott! Vot a bloody fine lot Are the boys from U. S. A." Alaska on Water Wagon Alaska climbs WASHINGTON aboard the water wagon tonight, bag and baggage—for keeps, words Alaska on January 1 becomes bone dry. The bill assigning Alaska to the prohibition ranks was the first prohibition bill passed by the house. In other CONTRIBUTION BOX Note; All communications must be publication if requested.— Ed. What Shall We Send to the Trenches! The boys, our boys, who are at the front and do not accept the tobacco sent them as treats have made requests of us to send sweet, toothsome articles which do not savor of tobacco. In respect to their wishes let us make it a point to send them things, which are of some real value to them in one way or another. While many of them like cigarettes, we know the despised things are only detrimental to the person who uses them. 