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Show Battered Tomato Can Recalls Utah Home to Yank at the Front APIKRCE hattle was raging on the western front. A sector recently taken over by American troops was marked out- by Hun artillerists artil-lerists as an especial object for the fury of their hate. In a 1ugout in one of the support trenches pat Corporal Ralph Ha mmond. son of Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Hammond of bait Lake. For days rain had been falling inces- santly. At the particular moment a tor-I tor-I rential downpour was flooding the entire terrain, and the mud underfoot was knee-1 knee-1 deep. Cold had set in, too. adding to the drabness of the general scene. The soldier sol-dier shivered as he watched great drops fall from the roof of the cavern. Never was a day more dreary. The dugout possessed no equipment save a brazier that had gone tireless an unknown length of time. There was no fuel in the place, and all the soldier could do was to hug himself and draw his great coat tighter about his shivering fra me. Huge trench rats squealed as they fought over morsels of food and patches Of fairly dry footing. A small tallow candle was lit In an attempt at-tempt to enliven the scene with a cay of light. A glint from the flame struck a Bhiirjf object in a corner, where two big rats scrapped. The soldier moved over, kicked at the Struggling rats and picked up the shining object. H was an old, battered and dirty tomato to-mato -aii. Its label bore the name of a cannery in North Ogden, "Mother." the lad writes home, "that old tin can spoke more of home to me than I have beard since I ha re been In France except for the letters 1 i;t from you and dad." |