Uncle Sam's Boys with Pershing's Troops / Or, Dick Prescott at Grips with the Boche

Produced by Jim Ludwig
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS WITH PERSHING'S TROOPS or Dick Prescott at Grips with the Boche
By H. Irving Hancock
CHAPTERS I. Dick at Training Camp II. Greg has to be Stern III. Bad Blood Comes to the Surface IV. As it is Done in the Army V. The Camp Carpenter's Talk VI. The Enemy in Camp Berry VII. At Grips with German Spies VIII. With the Conscientious Objectors IX. Order for Over There X. On Board the Troopship XI. In the Waters of the Sea Wolves XII. The Best of Details! XIII. Off to See Fritz in His Wild State XIV. The Thrill of the Fire Trench XV. Out in No Man's Land XVI. The Trip Through a German Trench XVII. Dick Prescott's Prize Catch XVIII. A Lot More of the Real Thing XIX. A Guest in Prison Camp XX. On a German Prisoner Train XXI. Seeking Death More Than Escape XXII. Can It Be the Old Chum? XXIII. The Dash to Get Back to Pershing XXIV. Conclusion
His jaw set firmly, his keen, fiery eyes roving over the group before him, the gray-haired colonel of infantry closed his remarks with these words:
Gentlemen, the task set for the officers of the United States Army is to produce, with the least possible delay, the finest fighting army in the world. Our own personal task is to make this, the Ninety-ninth, the finest regiment of infantry in that army.
You have heard, at some length, what is expected of you. Any officer present, of any grade, who does not feel equal to the requirements I have laid down will do well to seek a transfer to some other regiment or branch of the service, or to send in his resignation as a military officer.
Rising to their feet behind the long, uncovered pine board mess tables at which they had sat listening and taking notes, the eyes of the colonel's subordinate officers glistened with enthusiasm. Instead of showing any trace of dissent they greeted their commanding officer's words with a low murmur of approval that grew into a noisy demonstration, then turned into three rousing cheers.
And a tiger! shouted a young lieutenant, in a bull-like voice that was heard over the racket.