Saturday, March 28, 2026

no more spit and polish / WWI trench mud in your eye

Above Rawley Morgan, "Our Involuntary Disguises" in The London Bystander, March 20, 1918, p, 613.

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CAMOUFLAGE TOPIC OF PRESIDIO TALK: Commonest Instance Cited as Clove Eaten by Men Who Go Out Between Acts; MUD HANDIEST IN TRENCH; Captain Gillette Illustrates Fine Points for Student Officers Showing How Shading Is of Great Importance in The Sunday Oregonian (Portland), November 11, 1917, p. 3—

OFFICERS TRAINING CAMP, Presidio of San Francisco, Nov. 10: "Camouflage—a spice known as the clove, largely consumed by men who leave the theater between acts to go and use the telephone."

This is one domestic description of the word camouflage, but it isn't quite the camouflage that is taught for war purposes. The chief ingredients of the camouflage of war, with all due respect to the words of well-known war correspondents like Will Irwin and others, is not paint and artistic ability, but just plain, ordinary mud.

At least such is the declaration of Captain Douglas H. Gillette, Engineer Corps, who recently gave a lecture to the Presidio "officers-to-be" on the subject of camouflage.

Paint is a scarce commodity at the front, and the same is true of burlap and canvas, and when these ingredients are absent the soldier boys find it very easy to do a good camouflaging job by smearing the mud—same mud that is used on football fields in Oregon—over the spokes and caissons of artillery material and otherwise disguising military secrets from the enemy aircraft and other observers.

"It is important, remarked Captain Gillette, "to conceal the heads of the men firing from the trenches."

Trenches Are Obliterated
"There are two ways to conceal heads, and the one chiefly recommended is to obliterate the line of the trenches as much as possible. Daubing the head in mud or dust sounds better to a great many of the student officers, however, for once a man has lost his head his efficiency is greatly curtailed, whereas it is ofttimes possible to recuperate after the loss of a mere trench.

"All camouflage is based on the idea of fooling the enemy by making it appear that what is, is not, and what is not, is. It may apply to a single man or gun or to an entire position. The art is new, but It has been used so extensively that the supply of raffia, from which screens. were made, is exhausted, and they have to use shredded palmetto leaves and Florida moss.

Outlines Broken Up
"If it is sought to hide a battery, the best plan is to break up its outline so it cannot be recognized by enemy airplanes. If a scout is looking for a gun and sees something that looks like a cow he is not likely to boast that he has attained the object of his search. It is a fact that objects are recognized by their shape more than by anything else.

"Things should always be painted dark on top and light below; that is to make shadows look natural. For the same reason painted canvas is sloped at an angle of at least 30 degrees over raised objects. A painted pattern should never be stopped at an edge; it should extend around the corner. Dull colors are best, usually.

"One school of camouflage artists holds that the best way to reduce the visibility of material is by making it look like straw—if it happens to be in a locality where there is straw—or by disguising it as bushes. If there are three or four guns at regular intervals bushes should extend from one to the other; four piles of bushes 30 to 40 feet from each other might enable an airplane scout to penetrate the disguise.

Mud Used Profusely
"Spokes and rims of gun carriages should be spotted with mud. The spots should be irregular and large, as small spots are likely to attract attention. Positions or material may be concealed
by painted canvas or burlap, raffia or wire net, or canvas over wire net. With a bucket of paint and a brush the simplest form of camouflage, painting, may be achieved.

"The armies have taken full advantage of the qualities of wire net. Sometimes miles and miles of road leading to the rear are covered with the net, through which enemy airplanes can see nothing. At times the net extends along the sides of the road.

"When an airplane appears it is a matter of duty and policy for everyone to hide or remain perfectly still. Cartridge cases must never be placed in large piles in these days of scientific war, for the sunlight reflected from their surfaces gives the enemy a guide."

Four Thousand Germans Killed
Captain Gillette points out tho value of concealing even the frontline trenches by a story of a battalion that concealed its position, and, by waiting until the Germans had advanced to within 50 yards of its trench, killed 4000 of the enemy before retreat was possible. The exact line of the parapet should be confusing to the enemy. If it is not, the position may be sighted during the day and heavy damage may be inflicted at night.

Even the entanglements in No Man's Land feel the force of the camouflage idea. Captain Gillette can't understand why they use galvanized wire, which is highly visible and more ex- pensive than that which has not been galvanized. Because wood is more visible than iron, posts that support the wire are of iron.

Friday, March 27, 2026

styx and stones / on the trojan horse and camouflage

Several Miles Longer than the Statue of Liberty / artist unknown

John Kendrick Bangs
, AT THE HOUSE BOAT ON THE STYX—In the Matter of Camouflage in the Sunday Oregonian (Portland OR), March 24, 1918, p. 1ff—

The most interesting thing to me about this row that is going on on the other side of the river," said Michael Angelo, as he sculpted the Kaiser's head out of his camembert and tossed it to Dick Whitington's cat, "is the business of camouflage, and proud as I am of my own achievement along lines of art I take off my hat to these French and American artists who can kalsomine a fleet of 46 battleships so that it looks like a strawberry shortcake floating on the surface of the ocean a mile away, and so titivate a battle front with colored chalk and gew-gaws that to the eye of a German spy it appears to be nothing more than a row of peace-loving Charlotte roosters greeting the dawn with a song."

"O, I don't know, Mike," said Savonarola, who happened to be lunching at the club that day, having wearied of his third consecutive eatless week. "] wouldn't wear out the brim of my hat taking it off to those chaps if I were you. They didn't invent camouflage. It is as old as the everlasting hills, and I don't know that your modern camouflagers had anything on some of our first families of Italy when it came to flagging an enemy in the good old days of long ago. You were no piker in the camouflage line yourself, Mickey, dear."

"What, I?" said Michael Angelo, apparently very much surprised.

"Si, Signor—sure pop," said Savanarola. "I have known you to take a piece of plain, common garden, kiln-dried brick that was so poor in quality that it couldn't even be used on a government contract in Russia, and as raucously red as a New Jersey mudbank, and with a few deft strokes of your brush turn It into a baby-blue masterpiece that an American squillionaire would pay $945,429.2s for it at an auction sale. You know that as well as I do, and then look at Lucrezia Borgia—"

"Lucrezia Borgia?" echoed Michael Angelo. "O, come now, Savvy, what in all cimmeria had Lucrezia Borgia to do with camouflage?"

"She was a pippin at it, that's what," returned Savonarola. "Camouflage was that lady's long suit."

"Well, I never knew that before," laughed Michael Angelo. "As I recall Lucrezia's record she ran a sort of deluxe delicatessen shop for people who were tired of life."

"Ask Leonardo da Vinci if I am not right," persisted Savonarola. "How about it, Len?"

"You can search me, Savvy," smiled da Vinci. "Now you've got it you'd better keep the floor yourself."

"O, "tutt!" retorted Savonarola. "I thought you chaps had some brains. Why my dearly beloved Bambini, if Lucrezia Borgia wasn't queen of the May in the line of pure camouflage, I'm blest if I know what else you'd call her. Did you ever see one of her Welsh rabbits?"

"I've heard of them," said da Vinci. *but I never ate one. Fact is, I made it a rule never to eat anything at any of the Borgia chafing dish parties, just as I always wore hole-proof BVDs when I attended a reception at the Medicis. Safety first is my motto."

"Sure," said Savonarola, *and that's just my point. Those Welsh rabbits of Lucrezia's were pure camouflage.

Michael Angelo laughed.

"O, I see." said he, "you're thinking of camambert. Savvy. We were talking of camouflage. Camouflage Isn't cheese, you know."

"I know what camouflage is just as well as you do," retorted Savonarola, reddening angrily. "And when I say that Lucrezia's Welsh rabbits were pure camouflage, I mean it. They appeared to be one thing when in reality they were another. On the surface they were the most innocent looking little bits of golden sunshine that ever gloried a piece of toast. To look at 'em you'd say that as symbols of peaceful innocence they had the dove lashed to the everlasting mast—but underneath! Lago di Garda, Mike, they were seething maelstroms of destruction, and the man or woman Lucrezia wanted permanently removed from the social register after they had eaten a half-portion of a Borgia-made golden buck had about as much chance of getting home alive as they'd have if they'd swallowed a drugstore. Socrates' Hemlock cocktail was as buttermilk alongside of one of the fair Lucrezia's Loganberry flips."

"I hadn't thought of it in that light but I see your point," said Michael Angelo, "and while I deprecate Lucrezia's fondness for getting her guests fed up on cyanide of potassium, and other indelicacies, I am glad if Italy may lay claim to the paternity of the wonderful art we are discussing."

"Italy, nothing!" interjected Shakespeare. *I guess you never read my play of Macbeth, Mike?"

"Ah?" laughed Michael Angelo. "Another bit of dramatic camouflage I suspect, my beloved Bard—ostensibly Shakespeare, but underneath a mere side of bacon. That it, Billious?"

"O," said Shakespeare amiably, "I'm perfectly satisfied to let that matter rest just where it stands. I'm beginning to believe from the way my works are being attributed to everybody but me that even at that I was the most distinguished person of my time, since I seem to be the only guy then living who didn't write 'em. But the point I wanted to make was that whoever it was that wrote my play of Macbeth, he foresaw this whole business of camouflage when he disguised Macbeth's enemies as a picnic grove, so that when Macbeth saw what he thought was Birnam Wood marching on towards him with a real Sousa swing, it gave him an attack of the Willies that left him as full of pep in the hands of MacDuff as a Bolshevik in the presence of a German peace soliloquy. Don't you remember the line—'As I did stand my watch upon the hill I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought the wood began to move!'"

"Never heard 'em before, Bill, but it I say they're there I'll take your word for it," replied Michael Angelo. "It only goes to prove my point that after all art is the original knockout. Whether it was invented by you with your peripatetic picnic park or Lucrezia Borgia with her cunning little rabbits so disengaging in their habits that started it, camouflage was some discovery."

"It went further back than you imagine," put in Priam sadly, spreading a thick layer of horse radish on his toast. "It may have done a lot for MacDuff, but I want to tell you right now, boys, it ruined me. I had the nicest little kingdom in the world up around Troy. It had Seattle and Oklahoma City and all the rest of your marvels of modern growth backed off the map. We were all happy and prosperous until that fool son of mine, Paris, awarded the blue ribbon for beauty to Venus, and thereby knocked us all galley-west. That decision made certain other leading ladies of the Olympian Sorosis so immortally mad that they sicked the Greeks on me at a time when preparedness was my short suit. But even at that they had to use camouflage to put me on the mat. We had 'em beaten to a frazzle, when some wizard on the Greek side got the big idea. He induced Agamemnon to holler for peace, and as a token of Greek sincerity instead of handing me a loving cup they made me a present of a horse several miles longer than the Statue of Liberty. You know the rest. That old cob looked like a midway stunt at a World's Fair, and while I didn't want the darn thing any more than London wants Barnard's statue of Lincoln. thought it would please the children and took it."

"And then what?" roared Wat Tyler.

"Then what?" roared Priam. "Do you mean to tell me you never heard of the Trojan horse?"

"No." said Tyler. "I never studied mathematics."

"Well. it was a horse on me, all right!" said Priam moodily: "It was built of wood and stucco, and was about the size of Billy Sunday's tabernacles. It was mounted on wheels and rolled into our Central Park by the Greek peace delegation and formally accepted by my Royal Highness as a token of Agamemnon's love. We made a great festival of the occasion. All the schools were closed for the day and the leading Nestors and Chauncey Depewsters of the time delivered addresses on the 'Era of Good Feeling' and 'The End of the War and The Overthrow of Mars,' and so on, from every angle of that old nag, and then when, as a grand climacteric, I climbed up the old hack's neck and planted a Trojan flag in one ear and a Greek flag in the other, while the band played 'There Are No Pals Like the Old pals,' the populace yelled themselves to exhaustion with joy. Like a Bolshevik boob on a Potsdam payroll, I ordered the army demobilized and went to bed happy. And then—"

Priam wept bitter tears.

"And then the camouflage got in its fine work," he resumed, nerving himself up with a long, deep draft of Worcestershire sauce. *That old horse wasn't a horse at all. It was a cantonment! Instead of being a mere bit of equine pleasantry it turned out to be a division of Rough Riders, only they rode inside the horse instead of on his back. The horrible beast held the whole Greek general staff, 15 brigades of discus throwers, seven regiments of natural gasoliers armed to the teeth with the fiercest kind of Greek propaganda, and a highly efficient fire department that for making things burn to an ash beat anything in that line in all history. They started the home fires burning and kept 'em going to the last flicker of the ultimate ember. In short, Wat, while I slept, dreaming sweet dreams of peace, those Greeks inside shinned down that old jade's hind legs and when I waked up in the morning Troy was a flickering reminiscence."

"It was a great piece of strategy," said Achilles proudly.

"It was a low-down Dutch trick!" retorted Priam angrily. "But much as I have always regretted it, two good things came out of it. It inspired Virgil to write a great poem and it showed you up for what you were—jealous, sulky when you couldn't have your own way and brave only because you thought you had an armor-plated hide that not even criticism could puncture, and shot in the heel at the last! Shot in the heel, sir—just keep your mind on that."

"What's that got to do with it?" growled Achilles.

"Well, to me," returned Priam, "it proves your great reputation as a warrior to have been mere press agent stuff. In other words, Achilles, no man ever gets shot in the heel running towards the enemy."

Achilles sprang to his feet and would doubtless have made short work of the aged Priam had it not been for the prompt action of William Penn, who, like a true Quaker, desiring only peace, grabbed the belligerent warriors by the neck, and, throwing Priam into one corner and Achilles Into another, smilingly remarked:

"Come, come, gentlemen! Thee must not introduce rough stuff into hades!"

"Well, I don't like his reflections on my courage," said Achilles. "He will take them back. will thee not, brother?" said Penn, with so menacing a glance at Priam that the Trojan immediately acquiesced.

"Sure!" he said. "Indeed I'll go further," he added tremulously. "Achilles was one of the bravest men that ever honked his way to fame. The fact is, you know, that whenever I think of that game his people put on me I see red, and say a lot of things I don't really mean. You were a brave old lad, Achilles, so brave that you forgot to protect your rear, and besides there are times when running away is the highest type of courage."

"Well," said Homer, who had been a yawning listener to the discussion, "you're all off in thinking the Trojan horse was the beginning of camouflage, for as a matter of fact for centuries before the Trojan trick was pulled off camouflage had been a favorite pastime on high Olympus. Those old gods up there took to camouflage like a pacifist to grape juice. Even Jupiter himself went into it to an extent that kept his domestic entourage in a constant state of turmoil. Indeed the only constant thing about Jupiter was the state of turmoil in which his camouflage behavior kept him. He was the prize camouflage of the ages. There was a good deal of the Brigham Young about Jupiter, but Juno was so jealous, Brigham Young's tactics wouldn't work. Jupiter couldn't marry every woman in sight after the Brigham method of wedding every girl's boarding school that happened to look like the only woman he had ever loved, and get away with it. Juno was strong on woman's rights, and so Jupiter had to resort to camouflage. Whenever he met a lady that he thought he could support in the style to which she was accustomed, he called his secretary of the exterior and had himself camouflaged so his own mother wouldn't know him. One day he'd rig himself up as a swan, and paddle gracefully along the skyline of the lady whose eye he wished to catch, knowing full well the feminine weakness for the cold bird. Another day he'd make himself up to resemble ready-money, and sprinkle himself over the fair one's horizon like a gold reserve on a spree. Another time he would stroll by looking for all the world like a quiet little woolly lamb, and some pretty little sheperdess he'd taken a fancy to would scratch his nose for him, and feed him nice fresh cauliflower with her Dresden China fingers, and so on. I guess Jupiter had the Kaiser beaten 70 ways for Sunday with his camouflage clothes, and the calm, nonchalant way in which he fooled the ladies of the Hoi Poloi was a caution to militant suffragettes. Savonarola was right when he said camouflage was old as the hills. Noah probably, thought Ararat was a sea-beach, until he found his old scow stranded on top of a mountain. Eve doubtless thought the serpent was a gentleman, and discovered later that he was a snake. Life is full of it. That things are seldom what they seem, the sages have told us for myriads of years. Art is eternal, and eternity works both ways, fore and aft. We have always had camouflage and we'll continue to have it to the end."

Eve Doubtless Thought the Serpent was a Gentleman




"Ubetcha!" said Socrates. "And what I am glad about is that over in France they are fighting fire with fire today. If there is anything that can beat camouflage it is camouflage itself."

"The point of which wise remark is just what?" queried Solomon. "Just this," replied Socrates. "They are using camouflage to down kultur, which is the most insidious bit of camouflage yet developed by Satan to befool the human race. Pretending to make men free, its real intent is to forever enslave them. Pretending to elevate a people to the heights of spiritual greatness it has debased them to the level of brutish savagery. Claiming to be a blessing it has turned out to be the blackest curse that has ever afflicted the human race. Promising Its followers heaven it has loosed hell Itself upon them.

"Solomon leapt to his feet, his face flaming with enthusiasm.

"Sock, old man," he cried, holding out his hand, "put it there! By every George and Jove in history, my boy, you've said something at last!"

And the members of the Associate Shades rose and cheered until the very reel of the House Boat on the Styx shook with the reverberance, for even in the realm of the shadows kultur knows no brother.

Saturday, March 21, 2026

ship builders' union dazzle ship as WWI parade float

A long time ago—can it really have been nine years ago?—we blogged about the use of large scale models of dazzle-camouflaged ships as parade floats. It appears that they were constructed and sponsored by various ship builders' unions, and were part of patriotic celebrations, such as the Fourth of July. In our blog posts in 2017, we featured photographs from parades in New York.

More recently we've also found an example of a dazzle ship float from a parade that took place in Detroit that was featured in a Peace Parade in Detroit on November 28, 1918. Shown above is a restored, AI colorized version (the color may not be literally accurate) of a vintage photograph of the event. An original black and white version (it predated color photography) is in the Burton Historical Collection at the Detroit Public Library.

Monday, March 16, 2026

marvelous designs and colors calculated to confuse

Above
Just when we think we've found everything, suddenly something new appears. The images above and below were made by British artist Frank H. Mason as illustrations for Stephen King-Hall, The Diary of a U-boat Commander. London: Hutchinson and Company, 1920. I have no idea of the book's veracity; in one library record, for example, it is classified as "fiction."

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Kaleidoscope of Ships: Camouflage in Eastern Harbors Look Like Futurist Nightmare in Journal and Tribune (Knoxville TN), March 8, 1918—

If some ancient mariner were to return to one of our eastern ports these days he would think the shipping world had gone mad. The submarine has called forth the camouflage artist, and the camouflage artist has painted our trans-Atlantic vessels with bizarre designs in all colors of the rainbow.

Imaginative writers used to dwell on the kaleidoscope of shipping in great harbors like New York. The term is thoroughly applicable today, for our harbors are as colorful as operatic pageants. Half of some great ship will be painted a delicate baby blue and the other half will be an arrangement in great circles and stripes and bands in black, green, yellow and pink. Another vessel will appear dressed in a succession of waving colors ranging from pink to purple. A steamship no longer resembles a steamship. It looks like a futurist nightmare.

There are two rival schools of marine camouflage. One works on the theory of low visibility and the other one strives for what is called the dazzle effect. The low visibility camoufleurs paint the ships in waving lines with the basic light ray tones—reds and greens and violets—with the idea of having the vessels merge with the atmosphere and disappear. The dazzle school goes in for a system of marvelous designs and colors calculated to confuse the aim of enemy gunners.

Even our battle ships have succumbed to the lure of strange pigmentation. The sober "fighting gray" battle ship color is a thing of the past. Our fighting craft go to their grim business in the war zone made up like [the] Russian ballet.—Independent.

Saturday, March 14, 2026

a disconcerting confusion of colors and shapes in WWI

Tank on display in Detroit (1918). Restored / colorized.
Austin C. Lescarboura
, SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION OF THE CAMOUFLAGE ART: Expert Writes of the Real Reasons for the Weird Things Being Done on Land and Sea in These Days with the Intent to Deceive—Why a Steamship Is Queerly Striped and Why She Is Difficult to Locate When Thus Painted, in The Tampa Sunday Tribune Magazine Section (Tampa FL), September 15, 1918, p. 1—

The practice of deception, concealment, make-up or whatever you please to call it, gained rapidly with both sides in the present conflict. It was at about the same time of the battle of the Somme, during the summer of 1916, that this art assumed gigantic proportions and the term "camouflage," borrowed from the French, became a universal expression. The British and French armies, and most likely the German, Austrian and other enemy armies, set aside a certain number of men for the practice of camouflage. Artists, scene painters, carpenters and mechanics were impressed into the camouflage service and in short order became expert "camoufleurs." Since then wonders have been accomplished in this direction; but, as in the case of so many other phases of this war, must remain a deep secret until the struggle comes to be written in its entirety—and without the censor.

Nothing has been of greater assistance to the all-powerful artillery than the airplane. Queer combination this. to be sure; the steel monster, belching fire and hurling thousands of pounds of steel and high explosive, works hand in hand with the frail wood and Iinen airplane which goes about its work in the most graceful of manners. Yet, carrying the observer over enemy territory, the airplane enables the aiming of long-range artillery with a remarkable degree of accuracy. By means of wireless telegraphy, the aerial observer can signal back to his artillery chief the exact position of the target; and as the shells come over and strike he can signal back whether they are falling too long or too short, and how far to either side, until after a number of rounds the shells register on the target.

It is the eagle-eyed air scout against whom lofty perch everything is open to him, just as to a visitor at an exposition every detail of a model landscape is sharply delineated. The landscape below appears in the form of a relief map, with variegated patches indicating different kinds of terrain such as marshes, fields, woods, lakes and hills. Trenches plainly show as dark or light, while roads appear as ribbons of gray or yellow.

But camouflage foils the airman. Batteries are covered with branches and with reed screens until they take on the appearance of the surrounding fields or woods. Ammunition dumps are covered with canvas painted to simulate brown soil or the green of the field. Tents when used are painted with a patchwork design which breaks up the outlines so that they blend with the surrounding landscape. Trenches are provided with light screens so as to eliminate sharp shadows, and in some cases are covered over with reeds and foliage. Roads are spanned by reed or canvas screens which prevent the airman from observing traffic. All these things and a thousand more are done to fool the airman, until he has at last accepted the creed of the multitude. "You never can tell!"

In order to make trenches less conspicuous particular attention is paid to shadows. What makes aerial observation so effective is the oblique lighting of sunrise or sunset, for then the sun's rays cast long and sharp shadows which accentuate all objects which, with overhead lighting, would hardly show. Oblique lighting makes for high relief, and consequently more effective observation. To this end it is now common practice to make use of screens for eliminating shadows. These screens generally consist of narrow strips of cheesecloth supported on wooden stakes in front of the trenches, so that the direct rays of the sun cannot fall on the trenches and throw a sharp shadow. Instead. only a diffused, shadowless light strikes the earthwork. The cheesecloth screen, in turn, is of such color and size as to be unnoticeable.

Buildings may have to be guarded against shadows. What would be excellent camouflage at sunrise is totally ineffective at noon and at sunset, so that camouflage is a sunrise to sunset proposition. Generally, unless the camouflaged object is of paramount importance and is receiving undue attention on the part of the enemy, a happy medium is decided upon and the camouflage is an average one for the entire day. Such steps as lightening dark sides of buildings and darkening light sides, in order to average up or distribute more or less evenly the light on all sides [called countershading], is a common feature of camouflage.

The use of reeds and foliage is perhaps the most common form of battlefield make-up. Almost everything can be protected by a layer of well arranged reeds or foliage or sod, and the majority of guns are protected in this manner so that they can fire from their retreats without betraying their location. Thousands of shells are left in the open behind the lines. A bomb dropped by an airman would cause them to blow up in one terrific explosion; but a suitable covering of reeds or foliage or painted canvas prevents the airman from discovering the ammunition dump.

Spotted camouflage is quite effective in breaking up the outlines of any object. For instance, in the case of large guns mounted on railroad carriages, the usual camouflage consists of a leopard-like coat of paint. Variegated splotches of paint break up the stern lines of the gun so that at a distance it melts into the surrounding landscape, or at least appears as a mystifying, shapeless mass. The spotted form of camouflage is mostly employed where other means are unavailable, and simple as it may seem it is quite effective, according to reports.

If it were not for the aerial camera, camouflage would be a simple matter in so far as the airman is concerned. But by degrees the airman has perfected his photographic apparatus to a point where it tells him many things which would escape his notice if he depended solely on his eyes.

Aerial cameras now make perfect photographs of the ground below them even when flying at altitudes of 5,000 feet and more. The photographs, when developed and printed, are carefully studied by "photographic readers" at headquarters, and there is very little, indeed, that escapes the notice of these highly trained specialists. A little spot which would pass unnoticed through the hands of the average man is detected by the "reader" and made out as a new pill-box or small blockhouse. A slight shadow in front of a section of trench indicates a cylinder of gas for a contemplated poison-cloud attack, no doubt. A dark splotch to one side of the picture indicates that the enemy has been digging, for freshly turned soil is of a different shade from other soil; and note is made of this fact so that the "heavies," or large guns, can send a few shells in that direction.

Now camouflage is, or rather was, generally made in natural colors, so as to deceive the eye of the airman. But the camera has a totally different "eye" and responds to a different range of colors. So natural colors camouflage does not deceive the camera to any great extent. Furthermore, both sides today make use of panchromatic plates and yellow filters, which permit the camera still further to differentiate between camouflage greens and natural greens, or between false and genuine verdure, since the color screens and color plates can pick out shades with great precision. Again, certain cameras, particularly those of the enemy, are of the stereoscopic variety: that is to say. they have two lenses and operate on the same principle as the human eyes. The reason why we see everything in lifelike form as compared to the flat appearance of ordinary photographs is that we see everything through two eyes. Each eye, obviously, sees the common object from a slightly different angle, and the two in combination give the stereoscopic or relief effect. By means of such cameras the airmen are obtaining pictures in high relief. Fake trenches, only a foot or two in depth, plainly show as forgeries on the stereoscopic plates, and guns, pillboxes, listening posts and other works stand out clearly.

It is the camera which represents the main obstacle of the camoufleurs. But by clever grouping of photographic and visual camouflage a happy medium is struck. It will ever be a contest between the skill of the camoufleur on the one hand and the wits of the "picture reader" on the other. Fortunately for the former, anti-aircraft gunners prevent the airman from approaching closer than several thousand feet from the camouflaged objects. And this distance is the salvation of the art.

It is by no means to be assumed that the airman is the only one for whom camouflage is intended. The enemy on the ground and in observation balloons must also be deceived, bewildered and prevented from seeing all he wants to see. For that reason camouflage is also applied in the horizontal plane to foil the eyes of those in the trenches across the way. Listening posts are disguised in a thousand and one ways, and snipers' stations are effectively masked so as not to reveal their occupants engaged In shooting human game. Trench periscopes are made in the form of sandbags, and there are thousands of ways in which the enemy is fooled. Tanks, when going up to the attack, are bedecked in a coat of war paint, which would have brought hilarious joy to the most taciturn Indian warrior—reds, greens, blues, yellows, pinks. All these hues appear as in a mist on the steel sides of the tanks for camouflage purposes. Gaudy as the camouflage is, at a distance it blends into an indistinct neutral gray, and the outlines of the ugly monster are such that one cannot tell where they begin and where they leave off. How, then, can the German gunners spot their guns?

Camouflage is the very salvation of the machine gun. This weapon is the most deadly of all the terrible machinery of modern warfare; it is the lurking rattlesnake with leaden venom; it exacts a tremendous toll among the soldiers, so great, in fact, that it is the most dreaded of all. Soldiers who nonchalantly face the roar of heavy artillery and the drone of murderous airplanes pale at the rat-tat-tat of a solitary machine gun pound's somewhere in the dim distance.

It has therefore come to pass that an army will only attack after all the machine guns in front of it have been accounted for. It a single machine gun is known to be in working order, every cannon within range is turned in its direction in order to destroy it. In truth, a commander today does not hesitate to turn his twelve-inch guns on a solitary machine gun post in order to blast it from the face of the earth. So the machine gun, which forms the backbone of any defense, must be protected, and since steel and concrete are of little avail, its only protection lies in camouflage. Some of the cleverest camouflage is to be found in the concealment of machine guns.

Camouflage has a two-fold function: first. and as already discussed, to protect certain military works through concealment; second, to fool the enemy and draw his fire to take targets. In the latter case the enemy is made to waste his ammunition and at the same time the real targets near by are untouched. The most spectacular feats of camouflage have been those in the fake target class. Every army, at some time or another, has dug fake trenches and has constructed entire batteries of fake guns so as to draw enemy fire. At a height of 5,000 or more feet the air scout can be readily deceived; a barrel, a pair of discarded wagon wheels, a few pieces of wood and a few charges of black powder will make the most realistic howitzer; and a trench two feet in depth, manned with dummies, will convince the airmen above that an attack is forming. Thousands of shells are rained on such targets by enemy gunners—thousands of wasted rounds—while the real targets are untouched. It would be very interesting to know just how much ammunition has been wasted in this manner since the beginning of the war, but that is another fact which must forever remain behind the self-pride of all belligerents. At any rate, the aerial camera and the clever "picture reader" are making this form of camouflage increasingly difficult.

Camouflage is not a land war art exclusively; it has its application to marine warfare. As in the case of military camouflage, the naval branch has two broad objects: first, to decrease visibility; second, to confuse or fool the enemy.

By way of decreasing the visibility of vessels numerous schemes have been tried, but as yet the art is in its infancy. Indeed, in American ports there are to be seen large numbers of transatlantic steamships no two of which have the same kind of camouflage.

One system Intended to lower the visibility contemplates the use of the primary colors in varied proportions, areas and shapes of areas. This arrangement makes for a gray at a distance; a gray, it is said, that is far more effective than the flat war gray formerly employed on battleships. Another system contemplates the reduction or elimination of lights and shadows so that the darkest parts of the ship are lightened and the lightest parts are darkened, so as to produce a better blend with the sky and water. Still another system calls for a wave like painting of green, blue and white. so that the outlines of the hull will be lost in those of the surrounding water.

All of these systems have been tried, and since they continue to be employed it is safe to say they all have merit. But since, through the use of proper color screens or ray filters, the U-boat observers might hit upon a plan that would make the camouflaged ships stand out more prominently than if they were not so decorated, playing right into their hands, as it were. It is obvious that any specific details given out at this time are only apt to furnish the desired information to the ingenious Hun and in this way increase the toll which he is exacting.

There is no doubt that much can be done to lower the visibility of any ship by limiting its superstructure, particularly the masts and funnels. It would seem that the ideal ship, at present would one without masts and funnels, and making use of anthracite coal and forced draught while in the danger zone. Such a vessel would be invisible to the lurking U-boat even a few miles away, and it is quite conceivable that the U-boat would have to come across the inconspicuous steamers more or less through accident.

The submarine freighter idea has repeatedly come up in considering ways and means of combating the U-boat, and beyond doubt, despite some mechanical obstacles, this type of transport would prove most efficacious. In truth, the British are employing submerged barges which are towed by small oceangoing tugs, with excellent results, and, after all, these are nothing more than the submarine freighter idea.

Fooling the U-boat commander is accomplished by all manner of weird designs. One scheme is to confuse the U-boat's range finder by scrolls and curves in bright colors. A range finder functions best when trained on an object presenting a solid mass, and the disconcerting effect of a nightmare of color and shapes can be imagined by even the lay mind. Certain color schemes tend to give the ship a shortened appearance, while others cause a funnel to disappear so that the identity of the vessel is hidden. In still other instances, a vessel is painted so that a destroyer or U-boat appears to be alongside.

Then there is the matter of determining a vessel's speed. In order to aim a torpedo the U-boat commander must know the approximate speed of his victim and its direction of travel, so that he can aim his torpedo some distance ahead and cause it to arrive at a predetermined point at the same time as the target. Fake bow waves give the slow moving freighter the earmarks of an ocean greyhound.

Captain Fritz of the U-368, through the "eye" of his slippery craft, estimates the speed of [unnamed ship] to be about eighteen knots because of the high bow wave; whereas the tub is ploughing along at twelve knots. The result is that his torpedo misses.

Marine camouflage depends entirely keeping the U-boats beneath the waves. Just as long as the allied submarine chasers and torpedo boat destroyers roam the sea in large numbers and as long as the merchantmen are armed the U-boat must needs seek the shelter of the waves and shoot at its intended victim by the aim of its periscope. And it is far easier to fool the periscope than it is the human eye at the present stage of the campaign.


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Tuesday, March 10, 2026

WWI hogshead on a tip-cart / deceptive artillery mimic

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Two-part illustration that accompanied the article printed below. The signed pen-and-ink illustration in the background appears to be the work of American artist Edith Magonigle (1877-1949), whose interesting life deserves full recognition.•• To start, see "Edith Magonigle and the Art War Relief" by Tal Nadan, New York Public Library. Her husband was the architect Harold Van Buren Magonigle, in whose Wikipedia article, she is simply cited as Edith and her maiden name, Edith Marion Day. 

The photograph of a German soldier has been restored from a poor quality newspaper photograph using AI software. We might also mention that René Bache, author of the article, was a prolific news journalist and author during WWI. He was also the Great-Great-Great-Great Grandson of Benjamin Franklin. Despite his family distinction, his articles on camouflage should be read with caution, as they may not always be fully accurate.

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René Bache, POPULAR SCIENCE: Camouflage—The Art of Deceit in Warfare, in The Catholic Press (Hartford CT), November 19, 1917—

To deceive the eye of the enemy is no new thing in warfare, but in the present conflict it has become for the first time an important and even vital element of tactics. The new war word "camouflage" covers a wide range, from optical illusions to expedients for obtaining invisibility.

An example of the former is shown in the accompanying photograph, which represents a "fake" German forty-two-centimeter mortar in the Argonne forest. It is a hogshead mounted on a tip-cart; but an enemy aviator flying overhead would almost certainly mistake it for a big gun.

On the sea "camouflage" is of not less importance than on land. Some of the German U-boats disguise themselves as sailing vessels. As for ourselves, particularly with the object of defeating the Hun submarines, we are using all of our famous Yankee ingenuity in developing this new and curious art.

The Government is requiring all American merchantmen to carry apparatus with which to make a defensive smoke-screen, in case of submarine attack. To the imagination, such a screen figures itself as a cloud of dense black smoke. The fact is quite different. The so-called "smoke" is white.

It is the smoke of burning phosphorus, set afire on the vessel's deck in so-called "funnels"—contrivances of small size, but resembling in shape the ordinary, wide-mouthed ship's ventilator. Each funnel is provided with a draft opening, to make combustion rapid, and it gives out enormous volumes of what looks like white fog.

Were you ever in a thick fog at sea? If so, you will understand that, at a distance of only a few yards, it makes an object absolutely invisible. The white phosphorus fog, indeed, is much better for "camouflage" purposes than a screen of black smoke because in itself It has no visibility. It is simply obscuration.

This, however, is not the only method utilizable for the purpose. If preferred, the ship captain may take along with him a number of wooden boxes, each a foot high and two feet square, perforated with holes. These boxes contain a certain compound, a principal ingredient of which is common black gun powder.

Suppose an attack by a U-boat. Several of the boxes are at once thrown overboard. The seawater admitted through the holes, sets the stuff on fire (by chemical action), and dense clouds of a yellowish-gray smoke are thereby liberated, concealing the ship from the enemy's view while she steams away.

There can be no question of the fact that this smoke-screen defense is destined importantly to minimize the destruction of American cargo carriers from this time on. It is bound to prove immensely useful for the protection of our troop transports and supply ships.

But another requirement imposed by the Government is that our merchant ships shall be painted in such fashion as to render them invisible. This problem has already been solved in a really marvelous way by the adoption of certain methods based on familiarly known optical principles—one of several schemes being to paint the vessel with a series of longitudinal stripes of the various colors of the rainbow. The stripes are rather narrow and of wavy form. At a distance of a mile, a ship thus adorned literally fades out of sight.

hunter becomes a normal irregularity in the landscape

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Drawings submitted for US Patent No 5,572,823 titled "Hand Held Decoy and Hunter Shield," invented by J.R. Savaria (1996).

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René Bache, POPULAR SCIENCE: Pity the Poor Ducks, in the Portsmouth Daily Times (Portsmouth OH), May 24, 1919—

Duck hunters and other sportsmen in pursuit of game will no longer require "blinds" or other such means of concealment. They will wear snipers' suits instead.

The "cap of invisibility," which, when donned, rendered its wearer viewless, has figured in more than one fairy story. In the sniper's suit (as developed during the war) its miraculous function has been fairly realized.

What is a sniper's suit like? Most people have no definite notion on the subject beyond the fact that it is "camouflage" for the person. The matter, however, is easily explained, and can be made so clear that anybody may put together such a costume for his own use.

It needs no tailor's skill, goodness knows. The prime requisite of a proper suit of clothes is fit. But the sniper's suit must not fit at all. On the contrary, it must be vastly loose and baggy, not conforming in the least with the contour of the wearer. It must have no angles, for in nature angles are few.

The sniper's suit—for hunting snipe, or ducks, or what not—must be contrived and colored as to enable him to resemble as closely as possible his surroundings; to melt into them, as it were. It is made of the coarsest and cheapest kind of burlap, rubbed with mud or daubed with green or brown paint to imitate the color scheme of his immediate environment.

An essential part of it is a headpiece that can be pulled hood-fashion over head and face, the eyes of the wearer looking out through places that have been thinned for the purpose by the simple process of removing the burlap threads running horizontally. Tufts of grass or other natural vegetation growing in the immediate vicinity of the hunter's lurking place are fastened here and there to parts of his costume. He may even attach a few pebbles to it with short lengths of wire. His very gun is wrapped in a loose burlap bag, provided with a fringe of grass or leaves, leaving only the trigger and the sight free.

Now, if the hunter thus equipped were to walk about he would, of course, alarm the game. If he were merely to stand erect, he would attract attention (though immovable), because differing in form from his surroundings. But when he lies prone, and perfectly still, he becomes in appearance merely a normal irregularity in the landscape. In effect, he is invisible.

The noblest of all game animals is man. In warfare he becomes just that. During the recent conflict suits corresponding to the above description were commonly worn not only by snipers, but also by machine gunners, and by men who took part in raids across No Man's Land.

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Eric Sloane / how to conceal a small factory in WWII

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Eric Sloane, illustration of camouflage techniques for a small factory, from his book, Camouflage Simplified. New York: Devin-Adair, 1942.

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Anon, Western Mail (Perth, Western Australia) May 13, 1943, p, 22—

An architect friend of ours who always considered himself a very respectable member of society is now beginning to have his doubts. Trying to do his part, he signed up for a night school course in industrial camouflage. He began to worry when he read the catalog listing lecture subjects: Concealment, Deception, Confusion, Disruption and Distortion.

He's wondering whether his code of ethics will ever be the same.