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At Rauner Library, we often have the chance to collaborate with professors from academic departments such as English or History who have become familiar faces in our classrooms over the years. However, every now and then we have the chance to interact with faculty and students from departments and disciplines that only occasionally have cause to visit us during the term. This last fall, we welcomed one of these classes from the Studio Art department.

Daniel Heyman, a Philadelphia-based artist and printmaker who is a lecturer at Dartmouth, brought his "Personal Iconography & The Public Debate" class (SART 017.16) to Rauner twice to explore a number of our early modern atlases. His objective was to provide his eight students with inspiration as they created their own works of art, which were then installed in the Hop Garage space as a pop-up exhibit. We had the chance to visit the reception and see some of the amazing original creations his students had made, some directly inspired by books from our collections.

                                   

As always, we are thrilled when Dartmouth students delve into our collections and use them to create new and original works. It's a testament both to the continuing relevance of our materials and the inexhaustible creativity of our undergraduates.

November 6, 1918

Fair.
Laryngitis worse.
Decide to keep out of the wards again today.

Being restless I accepted the invitation of Capt. Price of the Red Cross in Toul to go to the front. (The chief occupation of the Red Cross in Toul seems to be excursions to the Front.)

We left at 9.30 and drove to Flirey, Essey, Benney and Xammes.
Here another Red Cross man met us and we started for the front in a truck. We were about three miles from the front line trenches. We drove about half the way then got out and walked. For the last mile we practically crawled. During this time an occasional shell went over our heads, whether German or American I do not know. The sound certainly was not stimulating.

By the time we reached the front line my back felt better when I was stooping over than it did when I was standing upright - and fortunately so.

We were taken to a lookout, given glasses and told where the German front line was. I looked but all was quiet and they may have been telling the truth or trying to fool us as a deathly silence prevailed. In way of demonstration however one of the men put his helmet on his bayonet and raised it above the trench. Instantly there was the report of a gun. We were satisfied and went aback doubled over even more than we were when we entered.

We had gone about 500 yards when a shell landed about that distance in front of us. However we kept on and get back to Xammes in safety. 

From here we started for Jaulny and all along this road there was an occasional shell over our heads. None exploded near us. Just before reaching Jaulney [sic.] they dropped some gas shells near enough to give us the odor but not near enough to make it necessary to put on our masks. 

From here we went to Pont-a-Mousson and back to Toul.
We were back in time for dinner.

The evening papers say “Allies sweep Foe back on the whole front” “Americans cross the Meuse” “The Germans must come to Marshal Foch with a white flag” “The Allies have indicated to Germany that their terms will be unconditional surrender.”

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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November 4, 1918

Rain in the morning clearing by noon.
Pierce Leavitt joins the unit this morning. 

The French liaison officer at Hdqrs. makes it possible for me to go over the German lines in a plane today. This was my first experience in the air. I was warned that it must be done with the utmost secrecy. 

We left the hospital at two in the afternoon and drove to the field on the Nancy road, a short distance from Toul.
I was given a one piece, fur lined suit that was a bit small for me and climbed into the machine.
To my surprise I found myself sitting on a small stool that was not even fastened to the machine. There was plenty of room to move about and there were two machine guns, one on either side that were useless as far as I was concerned. 

We started at 2.45 p.m. The little stool did not move but I clutched the frame work of the plane and held on for dear life. I doubt if I ever let go as my hands and wrists were sore for some days later.
Within a few minutes I was conscious of being very warm from my neck down and during most of the trip I was bathed in perspiration. My face however felt very uncomfortable from the force of the wind and from time to time I was obliged to duck down into the pit as my eyes were so filled with tears that I could not see. 

First we went to Flirey and then over Montsec and from there to St. Mihiel. There were numbers of planes in the air. From St. Mihiel we followed the Meuse to Verdun going higher and higher all the time. We could see a few shells exploding in Verdun. The pilot circled the town three times and then started over the German lines.

We were just north of Fresnes when I was conscious of an explosion just beneath me, the plane dropped some distance, wobbled about, then righted itself and went on. The first thought was that we had been hit but the pilot turned around and smiled and I realized we were out of range of the guns. 

He continued for a minute and then seeing some planes, probably German, in the distance he started back behind our lines. Once losing sight of them he turned back and the next place I recognized was Thiacourt. Soon after passing the town we were again fired upon and planes were seen in the distance.
Once more he turned back and circled about Pont-a-Mousson.
During all this time there was an occasional shell exploding on both sides of the line. 

Frankly I was scared to death and I wished I was back in Toul.
I certainly did not have any use for the fur lined suit.
However the pilot turned about and smiled now and then and that was very reassuring.  

Now we leave Pont-a-Mousson and start for Metz.
We are going at a steadily increasing elevation and things on the earth are not very distinct. We get in sight of the city, having been fired upon four times, and see four planes in the distance. The pilot turns about and we land at 4 p.m.
I was weak in the knees and covered with perspiration.
It was an experience worth while but I swore I would never go in the air again. 

I was back at the hospital at 4.45 and had recovered sufficiently to eat my supper and read a paper before the Medical Society at 8 p.m.

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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November 1, 1918

Very pleasant day but heavy fog at night. 

The morning papers say “Turkey Capitulates”.  “Austrian Commander begs Diaz to grant armistice”. “Republic declared in Budapest by National Council”.

The general opinion is that the war is nearly over. Everyone is talking peace and speculating as to when they will get home. It would be difficult for anyone that was not actually present to understand the excitement of the next ten days, that is to the signing of the armistice.
For a week there had been nothing but talk of peace. The men were uneasy, unwilling to work, they spent much time in Toul and in the wine shops. There was a marked increase in the number of intoxicated men.
This feeling must have been general. Col. Tucker had read the order from Hdqrs. on Oct. 28 requesting officers to stop talking about peace and to keep on fighting.
In spite of all this he made the remark at supper that the war would be over in ten days - and it was but that was the general opinion and Tucker deserved no credit as a prophet. He only demonstrated his unfitness to command. 

The morning paper also told us of the heavy fighting on the part of the Americans on the Verdun front, yesterday.
They capture Bois Des Loges for the sixth time, occupied the Belle-Joyense farm and drove the Germans from the village of Brieulles.

There could be no question but what there were very active operations at the front as we could hear the heavy guns all day yesterday and today. 

The reports of peace in the papers, the evident action at the front, the failure of starting the drive on Metz that had been talked abut for some days left the men in a very unsettled state of mind. No one knew what was going to happen and evidently no one cared. Toul once more assumed the activity that was evident just before the St. Mihiel drive. 

Added to this unrest was the renewed discontent among the officers of *51. Rumors today are to the effect that Tucker is to be detached.

My own work with the unit is completed.
The pneumonia epidemic has been stopped. The wards are filled with cases but no new cases are being contracted in the hospital from carelessness.
Building A, the medical building is in perfect shape.
The bed capacity has been reduced from 500 to 400. We have nothing but American Hospital beds. There is plenty of room to work. Every bed is separated from the adjoining bed by sheets.
The wards are absolutely clean. No one could possibly object to occupying one of the beds. 

There was drinking water or every floor, and means of heating water.
There were wash rooms and a special room for smoking on every floor.
Every patient had sputum cups and they were properly cared for.
There were decent toilet facilities. 

Everything was harmonious, thanks to the loyalty of the nurses, the convalescent patients and the appreciation of the patients themselves.
Yet the rest of the hospital was discontented, the officers do not appreciate their rest room, the enlisted men do about as they please. The unit is almost at a breaking point.
Col. Maddux calls me to Hdqrs. again and asks me to straighten things out. I explain the situation and tell him there is nothing more I can do. 

It is only fair to say that the nurses are quite happy.
They have a very nice rest room and enjoy it. After much trouble I have given them new mattresses, sterilized baskets, and ample toilet facilities. In addition to this they have an opportunity to do washing if they choose to do it.

The enlisted men are practically without discipline. There are just enough of the energetic type to keep things going. 

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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October 30, 1918

Very pleasant day. A very quiet day with but little work.

Met Carter Harrison, ex-mayor of Chicago this afternoon.
He is here to take charge of the Red Cross in Toul.
Must be a man of 60 years. 

At 4.45 p.m. the Boche came over and dropped two bombs in the outskirt of the town. As yet do not know what they hit. 

Bill Stickney visited me this morning and told me Bob Thonbourg was in command at headquarters. 

Went to Toul with Capt. Whitcomb at 5 p.m. to have supper at the Red Cross mess.
Met James G. Blane, the 3rd. at dinner. He was with the Red Cross. A very arrogant, opinionated man, very free with his criticisms of the President and the Government.

On the way down to dinner the big guns were very active at the front.
It was just midway between daylight and darkness and we could see the smoke of the bursting shells and a little later hear the report.
At 6 p.m. the bombardment shook the building and seemed very near.
One Red Cross man came in late and said the Germans were shelling Nancy. Later we found that this was a false report.
At the time however we felt that things were getting exciting at the front. 

At 8 p.m. we started out to the street and as we reached the sidewalk the sirens began and we heard the German plane just over our heads. The street was filled with people and the French inhabitants made a mad rush for the nearest Abri - paying no attention to anyone in the street.
We were obliged to look sharp, in the darkness to keep from being run over.
The search lights were flashing and the shells of the anti-air guns were exploding over our heads.
It was such a beautiful sight that many gave no thought of the danger and stood watching.
This continued for a half an hour. After this we continued our way to the hospital.
As we walked along we watched the flashes of light, the signals, and the exploding shells in the North.

We were back at the hospital at 9 p.m. and stood watching the North from the Hospital yard for about a half an hour then went to bed. 

We had no knowledge as to what was going on but the rumor was that the Germans were advancing. 

When I went to sleep the firing was still going on.

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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October 29, 1918

Nice clear day.
Major Quackenboss, Capt. Gatewood, and myself leave for Verdun at 9 a.m.

We went out on the Void road turning to the right just beyond Pagny. Went through Toussey, Euville, Commercy, Leronville, Sampigny, St. Mihiel, Rouirois, Lacroix, Troyon, Genicourt, and Haudainville.

It was at Leronville that the signs of devastation began.
St. Mihiel was badly damaged but the people were moving back and a few of the shops were opened.
From here on many of the small towns on either side of the road were completely destroyed.
From St. Mihiel we drove along the Meuse and the canal.
The canal was out of commission and there were numbers of canal boats that had been destroyed. 

Troop were moving in both directions. German planes frequently came over our heads, antiaircraft guns were firing on either side of the road. 

We reached Verdun about noon and remained about an hour.
A few German shells exploded outside the town while we were there but none hit the town. Boche planes went over us but did nothing. 

A part of the 26th. division were in town. I tried to find Ed. Logan but was told that he had left in the morning. He had been relived from duty. They had given him a dinner the night before. It was evident that there was some trouble and that the men I talked with were very much distressed.
On the way back we turned off the road at Lacroix going through Lamorville, Lavigneville, Savonniers, Woinville to Montsec.

At Savonniers there was a large German ammunition dump and just beyond some extensive German dugouts. 

At Montsec they had collected a large pile of German explosives. 

From here we went to Schiespray, Bernecourt and then home arriving at 5 p.m.

After supper Rodhyheaver sang to the officers. 

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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October 22, 1918

Clear and very much warmer.
Went to town this noon and as I came to the square I was surprised at see everyone at attention.
Looking at the machine in the center of things I recognized Marchal [sic.] Foch. I quickly came to attention but was seized with stage fright for the fear that I would not do the proper thing.
After he finished speaking the car drove rapidly away.
He had a strong face, kindly, intelligent and it is evident that the French soldier loves him. 

The Second American Army has its headquarters in Toul now.
The expectation is that there will be an advance on Metz.
Patients are being evacuated from the hospitals and we are told to be prepared for another drive.

Col. Maddux visited my wards today bringing with him an inspector, a regular army man.
They were both very complimentary.
Major Barkley visited me and said a miracle had been performed. 

Another Boche plane comes over at 5 a.m. and woke us all up.
Two of our planes were after it but were too late, as usual.
The anti-aircraft fire was tremendous. 

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 14. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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October 21, 1918

A clear pleasant day and a beautiful moonlight night.

Finished cleaning up the medical building today. All the beds are separated with sheets. The old plumbing is closed. The large iron cans are used for taking care of waste and rubbish and the entire building is as clean as any hospital at home. It is a matter of great satisfaction and everyone but Tucker expressed satisfaction at what had been done.
I asked Maddux to come over and see it and he was very much pleased. 

Just before lunch Tucker sent for me. Major Smith was in the office at the time and Tucker made one of his flattering speeches and said that it was his pleasure to hand me my promotion to a Lt. Colonel.
The promotion was dated Aug. 10th. It had been sent to Camp Upton and forwarded. This was the day after we had sailed and had it been received before I had sailed things would have been much easier for me. More than this my increased pay did not begin until I had accepted the commission. 

It was a great pleasure to get it but in a way a disappointment as Maddux had told me a few days before that he was going to recommend my promotion in a few days. Said he had reasons to believe that I had been promoted and would wait a week or so before he did anything. 

During the afternoon Quack. and I went over to *55. Both Balch and Torbert were away. 

We came back to *51 and I went over to the bath house for a shower. As I came out of the bath and was walking back to quarters and this was about 4 p.m. I saw a French plane flying just over the roofs of the buildings - going so close that it seemed as if it would hit them. Back and forth he went three or four times then came straight towards me, flying so close to the ground that I feared something would happen so I stepped in one of the doorways. As I did so he passed me, turned his head and laughed and then turned the plane upwards and went over the roof of the bath house in the direction of Dongermain.
At the time I thought nothing about it as so many American aviators were in the habit of flying close to our buildings in order to perform for the benefit of the particular nurse he was interested in and I supposed this was an American in a French machine. However this fellow dropped a bomb on the ammunition dump at Dongermain and there was a constant explosion of small munitions until about 9 p.m. From where we were it sounded like the explosion of bunches of large fire crackers. It seemed that none of the large shells exploded.
There was no immediate attempt to get him and he sailed away in safety. Some few minutes later an American plane came over but it was too late. 

The First meeting of the Justice Hospital Medical Society was held tonight.

Clear, warm, rain in the evening.
Rodhyheaver visits the hospital today.
Work progresses rapidly in the wards.
Went to Toul tonight and celebrated my promotion with Homer and Lyman.

From MS-397, Box 1 Folder 13. To read the diary in its entirety, visit Rauner Special Collections Library and ask to see the Harry Goodall papers (MS-397).

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Haitian Graffiti Artist Jerry Rosembert Moïse will give a live demonstration of his work Friday January 12 from 10 am to 3pm in the Main Hall of the Baker Library  (Refreshments will be served from 1-3pm)

Jerry Rosembert Moïse is Haiti’s most prominent graffiti artist. His murals color Haiti’s urban landscape with images of everyday people grappling with the harsh realities of life in the impoverished country. But if his subject matter is misery, his subjects are not miserable. He showcases urban Haitians combating and cunningly navigating the most difficult challenges—disaster, insecurity, illiteracy, aid dependency, corruption, poverty—with courage, poise, and humor. At the same time his murals critique Haitian society, they also valorize the Haitian spirit, featuring strong, smart, and witty characters that invoke viewers’ sympathies and respect simultaneously. Situated at the intersection of Haitian traditions of popular art, Caribbean models of humor and caricature, and graffiti practices common in the urban African diaspora, Jerry’s murals present a new movement of public art as a form of social critique in Haiti.

Jerry Rosembert Moïse's visit and painting demonstration are sponsored by Dartmouth's Department of Anthropology.

Stop by the Student Publishing Fair on Thursday January 18th, noon-2:30, Berry Library Main Street!

  • Learn about student-led publishing at Dartmouth past and present
  • Find out how you can get involved
  • Get expert help with digital publishing tools like InDesign and the Dartmouth Digital Commons publishing system
  • Enjoy refreshments over conversations about student publishing