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Corp. Julius Jensen Dies In France, Franklin Tribune, 11-7-1918

Julius H. Jensen
January 9, 1892 – October 5, 1918
Was the son opf Mr. Hans & Mrs. Augusta (Johnson) Jensen of Franklin, Minnesota.

Went to Camp Wadsworth, S.C., July 25 and Shortly Afterwards Went Overseas

Saturday afternoon, November 2, a telegram was received by Mr. and Mrs. Hans Jensen from Washington, D.C. bringing the sad news that their oldest son, Julius had died somewhere in France, October 5th, 1918, the cause of death being lobar pneumonia.

Julius Jensen was born in Norfolk Township January 9, 1891, having reached the age of 26 years, 9 months and 4 days at the time of his death. He graduated from the Franklin high school in 1910 and after that engaged in teaching rural schools for the next five years. In 1914 he changed his vocation from that of teaching to farming at which occupation he worked for about four years in the township of Palmyra. Then being afraid that the great world war should cease before he had a chance to enter it, he volunteered as a soldier in the United States army and left for Camp Wadsworth, South Carolina, July 25, 1918. While there he was made a corporal. After about two months of training in camp here he was sent overseas and arrived safely in France sometime in September. While he could not give his life on the field of battle he was fired with the enthusiasm of a real patriot and has made the supreme sacrifice for his country. He was honored at home but his memory will be cherished with greater honor together with the great multitude of those who have laid down their lives in order that democracy shall remain a heritage to the world.

Besides his parents who mourn his loss he is survived by two sisters, Mrs. R. Diekmeier and Miss Hannah, and three brothers, Olof, Wilhelm and Alfred, who are at home.

The Tribune joins the many friends of the Jensen family in extending them our sincere sympathy in their bereavement.

Memorial services will be held for Corporal Julius Jensen in Concordia church next Sunday evening, Nov. 10, at 7:30 o’clock.

Letter from Ernest Hagquist, Hector Mirror, 11-7-1918

Ernest H. Hagquist

Letter from “Chic”: France a Beautiful Place But Wants Christmas Dinner at Home–Is Learning French

Somewhere in France, Sept 25, 1918

Dear Folks,

I think by today you will have received the card telling of my safe arrival, which I know will make a big load off your minds. I wrote a letter while on the boat, just after meeting our first …… and we succeeded in scattering a couple others. They might as well pull ….. The letter was short as I didn’t feel good enough to write, but as soon as we struck land I straightened out quick and now I feel just great. I’ll tell you it was a good feeling after the long ride the day when the sun rose over the horizon and we saw land and it was France. It was like a dream; I could hardly realize it and haven’t really yet, as you know most of us are Minn. boys and talking always of the home places, it makes it seem that we are there and not so far away. Leaving the boat we sang “Goodbye Broadway, Hello France,” by request of the kind Y.M.C.A. and who furnished our amusement on the boat and who was to return home again on the same boat. Then we marched thru the city, which is a very large one, staring at the sights. Many were laughable too. The buildings are all of stone, all the same height. The streets so narrow, two U.S. trucks can’t pass each other; if they meet one of them has to back up. We didn’t seem to excite the people any; it’s so common there to see long lines of khaki coming in. As we passed a U. S. military police, I heard him say” and still they come.” As we cheered and sang going down the street, little children came up and touched our hands, saying “hello”. I was surprised to hear so many of them talk American quite well. They all wore the cute short stockings, leaving the knee bare, and the boys sailor caps without the visor.

The people are slow and backward. We passed a place where the old ladies were out on their knees near a little creek doing their washing. The country folks come to town in funny high two wheeled carts. I like it here though. The country is most beautiful. Wherever you look you see long hedges of green bushes which seem to divide different farms. Along the roads the hedges are about ten feet high, nearly covering it, making it very pretty. But it make the roads awfully muddy after a rain.

We are at present camping near the city. This is called a rest camp where all the boys first come. At night we sit near our little tents watching the beautiful moon and singing our songs. Then we stop to wonder how things are at home and what you are doing. When I do, I always remember we are ahead of you in time now, nearly five hours; so you are just thru with dinner.

I heard the ….. came here and it would be fun to meet Edgar. There are quite a few engineers here too and I’ve been looking for Elmer. The U.S. is putting up many buildings around here and we have been helping a little this week. I was acting sergeant with a group of men doing carpenter work about a mile from here putting up barracks to be used for the soldiers after the war. From here we go to our training camp some distance from here. I expect mail waiting there: haven’t seen a letter for a month now. I ought to have a big stack.

Clarence Kirkpatrick had the Mirror I wanted. I still have it and look it over every once in a while. Herb Maschke must be at some hospital or still by the port on detail work as I haven’t seen him since we got off the boat. Isadore Kaplan went to the hospital for a few days and expect he’ll soon be back. Only some little disorder.

A paper called the New York Herald is printed in Paris, so we have something we can read and see how the line is moving. We are all learning to talk French and it is lots of fun. The people are all willing to try and teach us how. We point at objects and ask them what they call it in French. Most of the talking we do with our hands and make awful faces trying to explain what we want.

Things are looking good here and we will soon be getting ready to sail back as we expect the war to soon end. Have a big Xmas dinner ready.

I’ve enclosed a little paper that was printed on the boat. Some interesting things in it.

The letter is getting long so will finish. Hello to everybody.

Lovingly, Ernest Hagquist

A Letter from Mrs. Melville Cummings, Hector Mirror, 11-7-1918

A letter from Mrs. Melville Cummings of St. Paul contains the following news which will be of interest to many Hector people: Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cummings and baby have returned to St. Paul and are living at 665, Glendale Ave. Mr. Cummings is now employed in the office of the Minnesota Transfer Ry. Co.  –  Mrs. Wm Joachim nee Jeanette Cummings, has been serving as Red Cross nurse in Isolation Hospital, Aviation School, during the epidemic of Spanish influenza. While nursing a “special” scarlet fever case she contracted the same disease and it now a patient in Isolation Hospital herself. – Ethel McGowan has recovered from influenza and left Nov. 2, with four other nurses for Duluth, from which place they will be sent out into the fire district.

Letter From Clarence Hassinger, Morton Enterprise, 8 Nov 1918

Clarence Joy Hassinger

Perigueux, France, Sept. 28, 1918

Dear Mrs. Cook:

I received your most welcome letter last night and six other ones wo I am quite busy today trying to answer all of them but I guess I will manage it some way. I am enjoying my stay in France more every day. I am working every day now, railroading isn’t much like it is in the states. This is certainly a beautiful place and a person couldn’t help but like it over here. The country is covered with vineyards and all kinds of fruit trees. You seldom see a fence, as they have most of their fields surrounded by blackberry hedges. The roads are the finest I ever saw, and it is some sight to see some old farmer with a team of oxen and a huge two-wheel cart com creeping down one of these fine roads on a warm sunny afternoon.

I believe they are the most patient people on earth. Nothing ever seems to worry them. They have all the animals and poultry trained the same way. You often seen some old lady out in the green fields, carrying a long stick and watching over a flock of geese, turkeys or chickens, while she is knitting all the while. The animals all seem to know just what is wanted by their master, and all he has to do is wave the stick in the air and they obey.

The buildings too are very interesting. They are all built of stone and you see some fine works of masonry in them, also, the bridges. I saw one bridge that they were thirteen years building. It was certainly a fine piece of work. It is a great adventure for some of us boys to go into some of the old churches, some of which are five hundred years old. One place I saw the statue of the Virgin Mary, erected on a church spire. It had been placed there nine hundred years ago, and they say it had been made many years before that.

I certainly had the surprise of my life day before yesterday. I met Leo Keefe. He was looking fine and very happy. He told me that I was getting fat, so you see this country agrees with me. He is the first boy from home that I have met over here, although I have met several boys off the road that I used to know.

I was very glad to hear of the splendid crops they had at home this year as it will be a big help to Uncle Sam and his Allies. So the men are working night and day on the road now. Well, I don’t think they have anything on us fellows railroading over here. I know there is a lot of them that would like to be with us but their work at home is as important as ours is over here. Only we are the more fortunate, having the chance to do our bit over here.

I received a letter from Burt Zumwinkle, the other day, he saw my address in the paper so took advantage of it and wrote to me. I was very glad to hear from him. I too receive the paper from home. It is sometimes two months old when I get it, but it is just as new to me as if it were right to date, and I am always glad to get it. To read its columns is just like talking to an old friend from home. We have two very important days over here, Mail Day, first and next Pay Day. I heard from Harold too, he is getting along fine and says he thinks they have the best place in France, but I told him it wasn’t any better than our place, although I let him think it would have to see it first to be might possibly as good but I believe it.

Everybody says the old town is very quiet, well, I guess all the towns are now, as that is what almost all the boys hear from home.

I am very glad to hear that mother is feeling so well. I know she will get along fine. I always look for her letters first. I get two or three every mail day and they are always very cheerful. Well, I think I have about reached the limit of my news. I mean what I can tell, of course, if I were home I never would stop. Will close for this time. Give my regards to Mr. Cook and tell him I am still carrying the watch and it keeps just as good time in France as it did at home. It stopped once on the boat but started again after about twelve hours. I think it was sea sick. Tell everybody hello.

As ever your friend, Pvt. Clarence Hassinger, Co. A, 52nd Reg. T.C., Perigueux, France. A.E.F., A.P.O. No. 794

Letter From Theodore Weltsch, Morton Enterprise, 11-8-1918

Camp Grant, Ill., Oct. 1918

Dear brother Joe,

Received your letter today and was very glad to hear from you. I am over my sickness if I don’t get another one as it is awful damp out and raining. I’ve got a rain coat on so I won’t get wet. Well, Joe, our dearest brother, George, is gone. I just feel awful bad. I could go crazy over the poor kid. I just found out last night. I got a letter from my girl. She didn’t know but said she heard one of my died but didn’t know which one. I couldn’t believe it until I got a letter from mother and told me about it. Oh, it just about killed me right there. It can’ be helped, we all have to go some day.

I got warm clothes right after I came out of the hospital. Two suits of woolen underwear, a sweater, another blanket and a pair of gloves. They sure treat a soldier fine at the hospital. I sure was sick. I had influenza the first day then I got pneumonia. I never want it again. They stole a shirt, 3 towels, 2 handkerchiefs, a pair of leggings and all my soap. I’ll have to buy a shirt now.

I can’t get a furlough now. They say after this sickness is over we can go home as long as we want to. The only thing I wish that I could come to George’s funeral.

Well Joe, you’ll get rich if you keep that job long. I will my next pay day, missed my last one. Pa sent me $10, that will help some. I don’t need much money now. I had a pretty fair crop. I was just getting started on the farm. Pa and ma were afraid that no one could enter this camp now. If you have a friend or someone in the hospital you can come and spend ten hours a day. Will tell you how this sickness started on me. I got a head ache one day, then my nose bled nearly all night. Then I got so dizzy I could hardly walk and so chilled I couldn’t get warm. Was that way for three days then I went to the hospital and what happened then I don’t know. Got fever 106 and 105. I know that my lungs hurt me awful bad, but got good care. Good thing we have so many nurses here.

It’s raining pretty hard tonight and have quite a ways to walk yet, so will quit.

With love from Theodore Weltsch, 7th Co. Inf., Camp Grant, Ill. P.S. – I now belong to the 7th company