STORY OF THE 7TH MACHINE BATTALION
By 1ST LIEUT. LUTHER W. COBBEY
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Paul Taylor Funkhouser
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STORY OF THE 7TH MACHINE BATTALION
By 1ST LIEUT. LUTHER W. COBBEY
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Funkhouser Memorial
c. 1920
pp. 114-136
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STORY OF THE 7TH MACHINE BATTALION
By 1ST LIEUT. LUTHER W. COBBEY
The 7th Machine Gun Battalion was in training at La Fertesur-Aube, Haute Marne,
until May 30, 1918. We had spent the days on a range which had been built by
Lieutenant Paul T. Funkhouser. We went out to the range in the mornings in Ford
vans, returning in the evenings.
At that time Major Edward G. Taylor was the commanding officer of the battalion.
The officers of Company "B" were:
Captains John O. Mendenhall and Lloyd H. Cook; 1st Lieutenants Thomas W.
Goddard, John H. Ransdell and Charles Montgomery; and 2nd Lieutenants Paul
Taylor Funkhouser, DeWitte S. Hose, Luther W. Cobbey and Joseph G. Hanus.
We Move to Chateau-Thierry
On May 30th, at three o'clock in the afternoon we started for a destination
unknown, loaded in Ford vans. We had twenty four vans for the company. Paul
rode a motorcycle all of the way, keeping liaison between the different cars
and leading or showing the route. We traveled the rest of that day, all that
night and all the following day without a voluntary stop. We had several stops
caused by lack of gasoline or losing the route. We loaded machine gun clips
en route.
We reached Montmirail, thirty kilometers south of Chateau-Thierry, about
nine o'clock in the morning of May 31st, having passed through Bar-sur-Aube,
Jaucourt, Vendeuvre, Lusigny, Troyes, Rimilly, Anglure, Sezanne, Moeurs and
Le Gault. A considerable part of our route followed the rivers Aube and the
Seine. From Montmirail on into Nailles we passed refugees coming away from
the front. It was a wonderful, a pitiful sight; the French women and old men
leading cows and sheep; some with a few belongings loaded on one-horse wagons,
or on wagons drawn by ox-teams; some pushing hand carts, and moving in every
conceivable way. Some carried bundles on their backs and drove herds of cows
or sheep. These refugees took up most of the road. It was very hard for us
to get our Company post. We finally reached Nailles that evening about
seven o'clock, at which place we received orders from a French Commander to
go into Chateau-Thierry to hold the bridgeheads at that place. (Still the
officers and men, outside of the Battalion Commander, knew nothing of where
we were, not knowing the name of the towns). We were tired and worn out,
having traveled 110 miles without rest or sleep.
Lieut. Goddard, who had sprained his ankle before we started, stayed with
the vans in order to handle rations and ammunition which he was to bring
into town for us. Lieut. Montgomery was given two guns with the personnel.
Paul was given two guns with men, and I was given two guns. The reason there
were only two guns apiece was that we lost so many vans en route, and that
was all of the guns we had left in the Company, we having made such a quick
trip. At six o'clock that evening we rushed into the town in vans, going
under shell fire for the first time.
Our Battalion was the first of the American forces to reach the Chateau-Thierry
territory and is the unit referred to by General Pershing in his official
report (See Annual Report of the Secretary of War, 1918, p. 73) as "the
motorized machine gun battalion" of the Third Division which "preceded
the other units (of the American Army) and successfully held the bridgehead
at the Marne, opposite Chateau-Thierry."
From this time I will try to give only what happened to Paul and myself,
not knowing personally about the rest of the Battalion, or what they did.
Paul was taken by a Frenchman to the east end of the town and went into
position at the edge of the town in a little wood on the bank of the
Marne River. His guns were right on the south bank of the Marne. The
position I was given was about 200 meters to his left at the bridgehead,
which bridge was the east bridge across the Marne. The other guns of
the Battalion, I understood, were placed or were to be placed at the
lower bridge and west of us along the south side of the Marne in South
Chateau-Thierry. Nothing particular happened that evening. At five o'clock
the next morning it became light. However, during the night a few shells
were thrown around by the Germans, and also a few shots from machine guns.
By this time we actually realized that we were at the line, still not
knowing just where we were.
At eight o'clock this morning, June 1st, we saw the dutchmen coming
forward, coming across the open flat space across the river, which space
at that time was green wheat about waist high. Paul and myself were the
only ones out of the whole Battalion that had guns in position that
could reach this attack, the attack coming from the northeast. The
dutchmen made nine attempts to effect a crossing. They would come up
and be driven back by the machine gun fire from the four guns that
Paul and I had. We accounted for a good many dutchmen during this
attack. Paul was driven out of his position by German machine guns.
He lost, as I remember, three men. He took up a position a little
farther back, in a more protected place, and stuck the day out in
this position. He had an opportunity in about the middle of the
afternoon to prevent the Germans from throwing across a pontoon bridge.
By machine gun fire he chased some of the dutchmen away who were half
dressed and who had stripped in order to get into the river to place
this bridge. The attempt to cross the river stopped about seven
o'clock that evening.
During the day Paul and myself placed men in buildings and along the banks,
scattered out, and armed with their pistols, and any detachment seen
crawling in the wheat towards the river were met by our men with pistols.
The river at this point was about 60 to 75 feet wide. Paul came to me after
the battle was over, crowing about having two notches in his pistol, which
he showed me. I told him he had nothing on me for I had gotten two that
same day. Ever since that time his only desire was to add another notch
to his pistol in order to outstrip me.
At eight o'clock that night, at which time it was dark, some men were
seen crossing the bridge that I was guarding. We commenced firing and
stopped them from crossing. We could hear a great amount of talking
across the river. The Germans, as well as my guns, were machine gunning
the bridge. Through the noise could be heard the cry "Cease fire."
Fearing that it was a German trick I would not allow the men to cease but
went to the bridge and called across to find out who it was, finding that
it was Lieut. Bissel of "A" Company. The bridge in the center of
the town had been blown up, cutting Bissel and his platoon off from retreat.
Knowing his only way to cross to the south side would be to cross the bridge
I was guarding, he attempted to cross at that bridge. When I found it was
Bissel I ran back to my men, taking my men across the bridge and carrying
the wounded and killed back to our side. Going back to the guns we were
able to open up fire in time to stop a crossing by the Germans who had
been pressing Lieut. Bissel from the north side. Their attempt lasted
about an hour.
The False Alarm
About 9:30 P.M. a runner came to me with an order to retreat with all
possible speed; that the Germans had crossed the river and were in our
side of Chateau-Thierry. Supposing that the Germans had made a crossing
without my knowing it and fearing that we would all be captured, I
followed instructions given, which instructions were nothing less than to
"beat it." Going through an enemy barrage, which consisted of
three lines of barrage on a road, railroad and canal, we went to the rear
about four kilometers up a hill overlooking the river, where the French
had previously retreated to and prepared as a line of resistance. On
arriving I found Paul and his platoon already there, Paul having received
the same order as I. We waited on this hill, after putting our guns into
position, expecting the Germans at any moment to make further attack.
At about one o'clock in the morning Paul said to me: "What do you
think we had better do?" I asked him what he meant, and he said:
"Don't you think we had better go back into Chateau Thierry?
(having found out the name of the town) and find out whether or not the
Germans were actually in the town?" This to me was one of the
bravest things that any man has ever done. I had thought about the
thing myself, but hesitated in saying anything, Paul ranking me in
command, but Paul says: "We had better do it," and we, Paul
and I, took one runner and started back for Chateau-Thierry to find
out, if possible, why the dutchmen were not on our trail. We each took
a pistol in one hand and a trench knife in the other. We worked our way
back through the same barrage that the Germans were still firing and
crept into Chateau-Thierry. I wish it were only possible to give an
idea of what doing this meant, every moment expecting to run into
dutchmen and every moment expecting to be bumped off by a shell. We
finally reached the place where we started from, and to our surprise
we found that there were no dutchmen on our side of the river. We
immediately went to Battalion Headquarters for information as to why
we had been ordered to retreat. The Major denied any knowledge of our
retreat, and showed no interest in the matter, and didn't seem to give
a darn what we had done or might do. It seems that on account of his
condition the order had been given by another officer at Headquarters.
Paul and I felt that under the circumstances as we found things at
Headquarters an effort might be made to hold us responsible for the
retreat, and that the only thing for us to do was to go back and get
our men and guns and get into action again in our old positions, which
we were finally able to do about daylight that morning. We both decided
at that time that if another order came for retreat we would never obey it.
We learned afterward that it had been reported at Headquarters that the
dutchmen had made a crossing at the bridge which we had been guarding,
which, of course, was not true.
It was this same morning that Paul had a chance to annihilate a German
platoon which was seen coming down the hill on the opposite side of the
river. He afterwards made the re mark that it was to "square up for
the retreat that he had gone through.
Nothing in particular happened until the night of June 5th, except a
continuous bombardment by the enemy artillery. On the night of June 5th a
rumor had been started that the Germans were going to make another attempt
to cross the east bridge. (Both bridges were stone; the west bridge had
a stone railing and the east bridge a steel hand rail). In order to
strengthen the defense of the bridge Paul brought his two guns and placed
them so as to fire on the bridge with the four guns that I now had,
which made six guns on the bridge. We stayed in a small dug-out which
had about a foot of dirt for a roof.
How the Bridge Was Destroyed
About nine o'clock that night we received a message from Company
Headquarters that we were to be relieved, which news, of course, was
received with great rejoicing, but our troubles were not yet over. About
ten o'clock in the evening a French officer came to our Post of Command
(P. C.) and commenced to talk. Neither Paul nor I being able to
understand him, we secured an interpreter. Through the interpreter we
learned that this Frenchman was to bring in a company of French, on
account of the expected crossing by the Germans. This Frenchman wished
to make a reconnaissance on the bridge in order to get the lay of the
ground. Mind you, it was dark. Paul and I, neither one knowing just whose
guns were firing on the bridge, except our own, did not care to take a
chance in taking this Frenchman out, so we sent him to Battalion
Headquarters. While he was gone another Frenchman came, and we found
that he wanted to blow up the bridge. Going to the Battalion Headquarters
with this Frenchman we joined the Major with this other Frenchman to
receive instructions. We found the Major in the same unfortunate condition,
and he turned the proposition over to Paul and I, telling us to handle
it in the best way that we could.
The Frenchmen asked him what assurance he could give that they would not
be shot while they were on the bridge doing their work. I asked the Major
if there were any other guns firing on the bridge except the guns Paul
and I had, and the Major said "No," so Paul and I told the
Frenchmen that we would take them out personally to guarantee to them that
they would not be fired upon by our guns. Leaving Battalion Headquarters
we returned to our gun positions. Paul sent orders to his guns to this
effect, I sending the same to mine: "Cease firing on bridge because
we are going out on the bridge personally." We went out on the
bridge, taking these Frenchmen with us in order for them to do the work
they were sent out to do, but while on the bridge we were fired upon,
and the fire came from our side of the river, which we afterward learned
was from the guns of Company "A". Naturally, we did not stick
on the bridge very long. Out of the party the Frenchmen were the first
ones to get back to where we started from. Paul and I were not far
behind, however. Knowing that we could receive no satisfaction from
the Major, we went and found these other three guns which were firing
on the bridge and gave them orders not to fire any more that night.
About four o'clock in the morning of June 6th, the bridge was finally blown
up and we were relieved about five o'clock and started back to the back area.
We had been sent into Chateau-Thierry with the hope that we could delay the
enemy with a rear guard action in order to give the French time to prepare a
line of resistance on the hill to which Paul and I had retreated June 1st,
and which was about 4 kilometers south of the Marne. Instead of merely
conducting a rear guard action, as was intended, our Battalion stopped the
dutch and held them and they got no further on their wild drive for Paris.
For this our Battalion was decorated by the French government.
(The work of our Battalion and our Company is told in Current History
Magazine, July, 1918, pg. 55-56 and pg. 62-65.)
We Live Like Kings
We were hauled out of Chateau-Thierry in a couple of large trucks. We
went to a town about 12 kilometers south of the Marne by the name of
Conde-en-Brie. In a few days after we reached this place our Major
mysteriously disappeared. He was sent to the rear, and we never again
saw or heard of him.
From Conde we went to Artonges. We stayed here one night. The following
day a French company moved in, so we moved from there to Charly, a town
on the Marne about eight kilometers from the line at that time. The
French people having hurriedly moved out of Charly on account of the
German's advance, we were able to find plenty of chickens, rabbits and
eggs to eat, and some fine beds to sleep in, and we just made ourselves
at home in the deserted French homes. In fact, we felt like we were
living like kings. However, we were still under shell fire. We lost five
men out of the company in this town from shell fire.
Paul's Laundry
An amusing incident happened to Paul while we were here. Paul decided to
have an old French lady to do his laundry, which laundry amounted to one
shirt. We were ordered to leave there before the laundry was done. Paul
wanted his undershirt, so in his wonderful way of speaking French, the
way I told you, he asked the old lady for his undershirt. The old lady
told him that it was not done. Paul convinced her that he had to have
it anyway, so she brought it out and asked him for a franc. Paul happened
to be broke at the time but he needed the undershirt badly, for the
one he had on was alive with cooties. He tried to tell her that he
would go out and borrow a franc from another officer, but she did not
want to let him out of the room until he gave her the franc. Every time
Paul tried to go out the door the old French lady threw her arms around
him and held him. Paul made a run for the window, but to his dismay he
found that it had bars on the outside, like a jail. Not being able to
get out of the window he found that there was no way of escape. The
old lady kept Paul in this fix for about one-half hour, demanding a
franc, and all this time Captain Cook and I were enjoying the scene
Immensely, unbeknown to Paul. To make things a little more entertaining,
and to prolong the agony for Paul, I told Captain Cook I would go in
and offer my assistance to Paul, but I had no money myself. I asked
Paul if I could help him out and Paul said, "By all that is good,
give me a franc." I informed him that I was broke. Of course,
Paul saw I couldn't help him out a bit. He told me to go and find
Captain Cook and "For Heck sake get a franc," but the old lady
would not let me out, so Paul and I both were held by the lady. Captain
Cook let Paul and me argue with the old lady quite awhile, but he finally
came in and "bailed" both of us out.
We certainly had a whole lot of fun with Paul over this great tragedy.
This same afternoon we moved back into the line. Paul had time, however,
to put on his cootiless shirt, although it was dirty.
At LaMarette Woods and Hill 204
Somewhere near June 11th we were ordered to support the 9th Infantry,
2nd Division, in the attack at La Marette Woods, which is located about
five kilometers north of Chateau-Thierry. We supported the 9th Infantry
in their attack by overhead ma chine gun barrage. We were in such position
in La Marette Woods that we were able to see the whole show. We were
firing across the valley and across the town to Hill 204 on the other
side, keeping the Germans down in order that the 9th Infantry could take
the town and not be bothered by the Germans on the hill. We stayed in
this position two days and two nights.
We moved back from there to a town by the name of Azy Bonneil, in which
town we were held for support. It was here that we lost three men on
account of gas. Capt. Arthur, of the M. C., showed a lack of nerve, and
failed to give the men any attention.
From this position, after being there a day and a night, we were sent
to hold a front line position on Hill 204, which hill is just north of
Chateau-Thierry. Here Paul acted as Battalion liaison officer. He had the
job leading us through the town in the hollow and taking us in position on
the hill, which position was 50 metres from the Germans in the woods on
the hill. We were here June 15th and 16th. During this time it was up to
Paul to keep a liaison with the outfits on our right, left and rear.
Paul "As Big as a House"
It was on this hill that Paul had a funny experience. Paul was strutting
around gathering up information from different outfits, when a Major of
the 4th Infantry called Paul down for exposing himself, and told him that
he looked "as big as a house." The Major had no more than said
this than a shell hit near where the Major was, killing three lieutenants
and wounding a bunch of other men. The Major crawled into his hole and
said no more. Paul for the first time, so he claimed, realized that he
was "as big as a house." Here, as elsewhere, Paul seemed
unconcerned as to his own safety.
"Cover"
The night that we were to be relieved Paul had the job of bringing up
the French company which was to relieve us. Paul related afterwards an
experience that he had with the French lieutenant. In bringing up this
lieutenant with his platoon they came under machine gun fire. Paul says
he hit the ground as quickly as he could but that the Frenchman hit the
ground in such a position that Paul protected him entirely. A machine gun
bullet could not have hit the Frenchman without first hitting Paul. Paul
claimed that the "frog" even "crawled into my own helmet."
He also said that this was his first lesson in how to seek cover.
He said the Frenchman sure had the art of "cover" down to a
minimum. Paul was finally able to get "the frogs," as he
called them, into position.
The Cow Shed
We left this place, still using the Ford vans, and went to a town by the
name of Fontenelle. We stayed here one night and then went to the woods
near Pertibout, It was at this place that the officers of "B"
Company had a cowshed for our sleeping quarters. The cow shed was a stone
structure with three sides, and open at one end. We spent many an
enjoyable hour at this place. Between this cow shed and Pertibout we
spent about three weeks.
Cited by Marshal Petain
On the 4th of July our battalion paraded for a French General, at which
time the battalion was cited for its work in Chateau-Thierry by Marshal
Petain. Paul, being officer of the day, did not get in on this parade.
It had been arranged that on the 14th of July we were to go to Paris to
parade for the French people. This was in order that the French might
show the Battalion their appreciation for what we had done. The French
claimed we had saved Paris. Naturally they were particularly good to
our Battalion when they knew that we were the ones that were in
Chateau-Thierry.
In the Valley of the Surmelin
On account of the attack which started July 14th we were held in readiness
in order to be thrown into the line. On July 15th, after a terrific enemy
barrage, the Germans crossed the Marne at Mezy and Fossey. Our Battalion
was ordered to take up support reserve positions behind the towns named,
in the same sector that the 38th Infantry was holding. The Germans worked
back on the east and on the west sides of our infantry. This threw the 38th
Infantry in a pocket, making Germans on three sides. Paul was able to fire
at the Germans to the right and to the left. (His platoon alone of our
Battalion was actively engaged on this occasion, the rest of us being
too far to the south). This action lasted about six hours. Finally the
Americans on either side or both sides made a counter attack, pushing
the Germans back nearly to the Marne.
The 38th Infantry, with our Company supporting, were in this dangerous
position for about twelve hours. This action gave the Third Division another
wonderful reputation. Concerning this engagement, General Pershing in his
official report to the Secretary of War (p. 73) says: "A single regiment
of the Third wrote one of the most brilliant pages in our military annals
on this occasion. It prevented the crossing at certain points on its front
while, on either flank, the Germans, who had gained a footing, pressed
forward. Our men, firing in three directions, met the German attacks with
counter attacks at critical points and succeeded in throwing two German
divisions into complete confusion, capturing 600 prisoners."
Arrested as a Spy
During this action Paul had another peculiar experience which gave the
rest of us a chance afterwards to "kid" him. He had taken off
his blouse and rolled up his sleeves and was running around doing his
work with only his pistol and belt on. He was "pinched" or
arrested by a 38th Infantry Major as a spy. Paul having no identification
in his pocket, (his identification being in his blouse pocket), was held
as a spy for about an hour, finally being able to prove himself an
American, and a true American, by sending a man for his blouse. Paul
said at this time that the last thing he expected to happen to him
was to he picked up as a spy. He claimed that he admired the way this
Major pinched him; he said the Major made a pass at him and grabbed
his pistol before he realized what the Major was doing. Paul said
when he got a chance to shoot at the dutchmen after that he went at
it with a little more incentive; he wanted to show the dutchmen that
he sure was not a spy.
We Cross the Marne
Somewhere around the 23rd or 24th of July we moved across the Marne in
our new trucks, which were large G.M.C. trucks, and not the Ford vans.
We crossed the Marne near the town Soilly. We crossed on a pontoon bridge
which had been built by the Germans. Some American had hung on the bridge
the sign, "Made in Germany".
While crossing this bridge in our trucks we were bombed and machine-gunned
by dutch aeroplanes, which gave us a new experience, not having gone
through that kind of an attack before. Paul expressed it in this way:
"If you want to feel helpless and insignificant, just let a big
bird come along and drop a bomb or shoot a machine gun at you".
We proceeded to a woods near Mont St. Pere. Here Paul and I fortunately
had a German dug out to sleep in. The Germans had furnished the dug out
with things stolen from French homes. One thing in the dug out that Paul
claimed as his particular piece of furniture was a "boudoir chair".
In this position we had our guns set up in support. Nothing in particular
happened from now on until the first part of August, except that we were
under shell fire all of the time.
Paul Wrecks a Motorcycle
One experience that Paul had after we had gotten up near Loupeigne was
that he was sent to the rear for some kind of work or other on a
motorcycle. He had Lieut. Montgomery in the side car. In the woods and
along side on each side of the roads the Germans had left many shells
and other kinds of am munition piled up. In turning a corner of somekind
Paul had put on too much speed and he ran over a pile of German shells,
scaring Lieut. Montgomery nearly out of his wits. Paul told me on the
side, however, that he thought for a while that the "whole works
was going to go up". Nothing happened, how ever, except that the
motorcycle was ruined. Neither Paul nor Lieut. Montgomery were injured
in any way.
I forget the exact dates, but any way, for a week about this time, we
were placed on the south side of the Marne between Mezy and Fossey, as
anti-aircraft guard. This consisted of keeping our guns in position so
as to fire at enemy aeroplanes coming over. During the whole week we
never saw a German plane. The day we were relieved, however, six German
planes came over and bombed the area that we had been guarding. Paul
claimed that the Germans knew that we had pulled out of there, and that
they had been afraid to come while we were there.
One thing I forgot to mention; during the first part of July the officers
of our Battalion were able to make two trips into Paris, Paul going both
times to Paris with Capt. Cook.
Visitors
While we were at this place called the "cow shed" Paul went to
a town by the name of Coulommiers. Here he met a couple of Y.M.C.A. girls.
Thinking that the rest of the officers in the company would appreciate a
little party, he invited the Y.M.C.A. Secretary to bring four Y.M.C.A. girls
and come to our cow shed for a dinner. He came back and told us that
they were to come the following evening. We fixed up a table out of a
barn door and made a couple of benches and made quite a spread. The
Y.M.C.A. bunch brought a Victrola. Unfortunately the whole thing was
spoiled about the middle of the meal by a Boche shell being thrown over.
Naturally, we had to rush the women away. It was the first shell that
had hit any where near us for a week. Paul claimed again the Germans,
hearing what we were doing, "spoiled the party". He called
it "playing rough". That is one thing Paul always said
whenever a shell came anyways close. He would say "the dutch sure
do play a rough game. Here we are back here having a good time and not
bothering the dutch in any way, and they throw a big G.I. can to spoil
our little fun."
At Villers-le-Sec
Around the 8th of August we started to move from the Marne sector to
another sector then unknown to us. We went by way of Viffort, Montmirail,
Sezanne, Vitry and St. Dizier to Villers-le-Sec, a small French village.
At Villers-le-Sec we spent a little over three weeks resting. Our rest
consisted of drilling all day and attending officer's school at night.
One thing that the Major taught us was French, or rather I should say
he tried to teach us. He knew French all right, but as far as Paul and
I were concerned it was trying to teach, because we figured that we never
could learn it.
Paul Orders a Beefsteak
One of the great amusements when we were in a town of this kind was to
hear Paul talk French or rather watch him talk. One instance I
recall was when Paul invited me to a French restaurant for a meal. Neither
of us were able to speak any French. Paul took it upon himself to order
the meal. He went to ordering in his French and all he could get out of
the madam was "No compre" ("I do not understand").
Finally Paul said: "Villa vaus--Villa vaus--Villa vaus--Ah! Heck !"
Paul had ordered a beefsteak for each of us. Then he was up against
the proposition of telling her how he wanted it cooked.
After trying quite some time he spied a sponge lying on a shelf. He
picked up the sponge and told the woman the following: He took the
sponge between his hands and first allowed the sponge to expand and told
the French lady "Not this way"; then he squeezed the sponge flat
and then said "Not this way"; allowing the sponge to expand about
half way he says: "Commece". The mystery to me to this day is how
the French woman ever understood how Paul wanted the steak cooked, but it
was cooked the way Paul wanted it and he claimed he never ate such a
steak before. In fact I think Paul was quite proud of his accomplishment.
On account of the way Paul could make himself understood by the French
the officers of the battalion claimed that he should go on the stage;
that he would make a wonderful actor. Some of the maneuvers he would go
through talking French would bring down any house.
The weeks that we spent in the back area were always enjoyable weeks or
days, because everybody, having been under fire, made the best of life.
Source:
Funkhouser Memorial
c. 1920
pp. 114-136
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