Judge — April 6, 1918 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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April 6, 1918 ao the Soldier Boys The Bugler By Prirate Chester W. Shafer, Ambulance 339, 310th Sanitary Train, Camp Custer, Mich. [IX civil life the pestiferous, wauling tomcat was the bane of a peaceful existence. Now we have the bugler. We used to hurl a shoe at the cat and go back to sleep. Now all we can do is swallow hard and cultivate goose-pimples. There would be good money in an exter- minator for buglers. Put up in the form of a powder it would have a ready sale. Once there was a soldier who invented a brick for heaving at buglers. The patents The soldier has been as- sured a monument at the lower end of the are pending. main street back home. A bugler is a bugler. There is no‘other definition. Any further elucidation would transform this essay into a hymn of hate. Nearly every one will be happy when the world is made safe for democracy and there is freedom of the seas. But no soldier will be satis- fied to sit down and rest blissfully until the last bugler has been cornered, crated and shipped to the Smithsonian Institute. Cantonment Romance—By Mail By Frank Slater, Headquarters 55th Hl. A. Brigade D R SAMMY No doubt you will be surprised to re- ceive a letter from someone you do not know. You see, I really don’t know whether you are married or single, so of course I think this is a very bold deed to perform. I saw your name and address written on the side of a troop train some weeks ago, and as I am intensely patriotic (I have already offered my services as a Red Cross nurse), and as Iam awfully proud of all our Sammies, I have at last sum- moned sufficient courage to write to you. First of all, dear Sammy, don’t think that Iam overstepping the mark in any way, as I don’t mean to do so. _[ will now describe myself. I am a nineteen-year-old High School girl, very fair, blue eyes and wavy, blonde hair. I also have dimples. I am considered very good looking by all my friends. I am a fover of music, and can play a ukelele, a jew’s-harp, a mandolin, and, of course, a piano. Rag-time seems to ap- peal to me more than anything else. I come of a good family, my father being a retired banker. I am full of fun and love to have good times. Of course, I mean the right kind of good times. Possibly you may not be able to read this, but more likely you will not care to. If, perchance, you do get this far, please decide to answer it and tell me all about yourself. and how you like army life. First I want to impress upon you the fact that it is entirely out of the ordinary for me to do such a thing as this. Hoping to get an answer real soon, I am, Your unknown friend, Miss Lorra Stusu. My pear Miss Stusu: Although I have received many letters | from girls who noticed the address I wrote on the side of a troop train, I have decided to answer none of them but yours. The others were too silly, and from the description given, the girls were of types which did not appeal to me. There isn’t much to tell about army life except that it is very monotonous and lonesome to me. As I am an orphan, and seldom receive letters from anyone, you can imagine how much pleasure your let- ter has given me. Won’t you continue to cheer me up? Please say yes. Often the sight of my comrades receiv- ing packages containing candy, cake, cigarettes, sweaters and all manner of presents and good things to eat causes me to wish that I, also, had someone to cheer me up with some good old home cook- ing. Of course, not knowing you very well as yet, I hesitate to say the things I would like to say if we were face to face and knew each other better. But I will say that out of all the letters I have received, I have chosen yours because you seem to be a girl capable of cheering up a lonely soldier who is waiting most anxiously for an answe Sincerely and truly yours, Private Take A. Cuance. P. S. When sending parcel post pack- ages to our camp, be careful that the ad- dre: plainly written, as they sometimes get lost. ROMEIKE’S P**Sugexu'"* We will send you all newspaper clippings which i . your friends, or any want to be “up-to- y, newspaper and periodical of im- portance in the United States and Europe is search ‘Terms, $5.00 for 100 notices HENRY ROMEIKE, 106-110 Seventh Ave., New York Cuticura For Baby’s Itchy Skin All droggists; Soap 25, Oint- spent Sand’, Paicamm 3 A Sample each frce of, Caw uray Dept. B, ‘Borton [E AGE'S GLUE we TusEs MENDO -OONT SPEND HOTEL FLANDERS Ww oR oi Tas ret tnd ot a be a anton oteaea te Sepaioent encores A large ehdition Wierd asi“ Handsomely Furnished Rooms, Pri sun 32-00,PER DAY UPWARD comichooks.cduy