Dec. 1, 1917 Continued

NEWS OF OUR SOLDIER BOYS IN ACTIVE SERVICE

Dewey Fabrick and Glen Laidley, navy, were at Mare Island and hoped to remain together, but Glen was assigned to motion-picture work and the boys were badly cut up over the separation. Recently Glen was coming down the side of a ship by means of a rope ladder held by a man at the bottom. The ladder suddenly slipped and Glen literally fell into the arms of Dewey — business of hugging and back slapping.

The parents of Faurest Wilson, marines, who has heretofore written home twice a week, would be glad to receive news of him. His last communication, a postcard posted from a train at Washington, D.C., and received here October 21, stated that he was en route to New York concentration camp. No news of him since.

Vere Slewing has finished his course at the electrical school at Mare Island and is now a wireless operator on the battleship Oregon. He expected to spend Thanksgiving with the boys at San Diego.

J.W. Mitchell received a telegram on Tuesday from "Bill" saying: "Am leaving today. Don't know where." Bill enlisted last March in the aviation branch of the signal service and expected to be sent with the other boys to San Diego, but was transferred to the balloon school at Fort Omaha. He has been working in the hydrogen plant and has been promoted to grade of corporal. Urgent request for Thanksgiving furlough was refused "on account of military necessity." Bill has not been home or seen any of his folks since last March.

The common motif in all the news was get from our boys is "write to us." There are so many men and women in Medford who would enjoy writing to the boys that it is suggested that we "do it now." Post office addresses of all our boys will be found at the library, just as soon as the next of kin can send them in.

Do the boys get everything they ask for? They do. A mother who has taught her boy from babyhood the evils of tobacco and especially cigarettes, one morning recently received a letter asking her to "please send me some tobacco. I can't get any here." By early afternoon several dollars' worth of tobacco was on its way.