Judge — September 28, 1918 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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September 28, 1918 The Magic of Music By Parvate Auvin S. Prane, Hdg. Co., 135d Inf, Comp Cody, New Mezico. NE of the lieutenants of the 133rd Infantry, who in civilian life was an actor, is quite a good singer. In conducting a singing class of rookies the other day, with about one thousand present, he wanted to impress upon the sinds of his audience the wonderful effect of music upon the human mind and heart. To illustrate he told of an incident that happened to him. “Several years ago,” he said, “while we were playing Minneapolis, my quartet was requested to go to the insane asylum to sing for the lunatics there, just as an experiment. We were taken toa filled with raving maniacs in which the vise of their chattering was almost deafening. We immediately started to sing and within two seconds there was not a sound in the room except ur voices. You could hear a pin drop. What do yu suppose happened?” rhe lieutenant paused to give the proper dramatic effect. But some rookie spoiled it all by shouting at the top of his voice: “They were all deaa!” True Eloquence fy Isrearncten Cuantes Wetren, 16th Inft, A. B. P., Prance Our boys who went over to France in June last year are getting along fine with the French coun- try people, after eight months of acclimatization and pocket dictionaries. A thirsty soldier went into a farm house one day and asked for some milk, But the red- cheeked peasant girl whom he was addressing could not make out what he meant, and only looked at him with astonished and smiling eyes. Growing impatient at his lack of success, he led the girl to the stable where kind-faced cows seemed to be meditating on the monotony of life, and gesticulating as if he were milking one of them, he bellowed as loud as he could such fault- lessly imitated “Mooh! Mooh!’s” that even the cows looked around, wondering who this new fellow-member might be. The girl understood at last, and our boy quenched his thirst. In the High-Salaried Class By Joux HM Battal Jourtann, Co. F, 2nd Depot Signal Corps, A. E. F. Inquisitive Visitor—How much pay do you boys receive? Bright’ Buck—Thirty dollars a day—once a month, ma'am. The Sentry By H.R. Bavamace, Coast Art. 734-R., ABP. PERTINACIOUS birdlet tilts With feet akimbo, head awry, asy gun-shot, safe, he lilts \ mocking boast as I march by. For Freedom's flag I fight and die But sixty paces can I boast Of Freedom, while he has the sky. \ furry, cynic field-mouse grins From out the stubble as I pass, His tail contemptuous round his shins He smugly masticates some grass. I, guard of Liberty, alas! Have none beyond this dusty post, So I must take the critters’ sass. Goshwotamess! KOPPELOGN BLUNDERWURST ! RUMPELOUELINGERWOLTZ} KOEN BRU TWURIT OR ! CPEDERNUTTER STSINE BU NCERILUNGER OFF — Drawn by Rarwonn H. Lerxix, 130th Aero Squadron, Atiation Mechanics Tr, School, St. Paul, Minn What a terrible fix the Non-Coms would be in if they called the Hun prisoners by their names instead of by a number! An Upper Birth By Puuvate Lrxvow R. Stneer, 176th Co. U.S. M.C., Paris Island,'S, C. Our Company was getting ready to leave. Sergeant Reynolds, inquiring how many men were foreign born, asked Private Butler, who had just come into the rgnks: “Butler, where were you born?” Butler, not knowing what was going on, didn’t understand. Sergeant Reynolds—I said where were you born? Butler—Upstairs over the kitchen, sir. The Horse Obeyed, Anyhow Drawn by Pvt. W.N. Ren, Troop M., 13th U.S. Cor, Ft. Ringgold, Tez. Drill Sergeant—Use your head, Private Jinks, the command was “In Place, Halt!” On Saying Goodby to an Army Cot By Puivare Cuaniis Divine, Sanit. Squad No. 7, 27th Dio F FAREWELL, old friendly cot, I'm leaving camp at last, I'm going where you cannot go, and ships sail fast. We've been so close to one another, pal o' mine, While training sixteen weeks that grew to forty-nine, I've learned to know your voice each night and ach- ing day: When in such rare repose I’d lie, how sweet your lay! How white you shone when first you issued to my sight! Your canvas stretched so clean, immaculate, and tight; But now what change! how wobb! potted, brown, And how you sag with age, with jowls cast down. I marveled at your courage, how you bore each knock When tent-fights brought the grapplers on you with a shock; And though you suffered much, from cach intensive strain, A plaintive squeak was all the protest you'd com- plain ‘The dust of many roads have I brought home to you, ‘Too tired, in search of rest, to dare remove a shoe; The dust of many roads—not all have been forgot— The dust and, yes, the dreams, and blisters burning hot; The dreams we've shared together, ory, In that short gasp of time ‘twixt taps and reveille. You taught me how to woo by day, each sense in league, That famous army slumber known as bunk fatigue. d left in mem- Farewell, old friendly cot, I’m leaving camp at last, I'm going where you cannot go, and ships sail fast. Outranked! By Conronat D. J. Jona, 8% Co. Marine Barracks, Nery Yard, Pailadelphia, Pa The colonel, having a hobby for keeping a cow, had chosen a plot of grass adjacent to his house for the cow to graze upon. A rope sufficiently long to allow the animal to graze in a given area was made fast in the center of the plot. A sentry whose post extended past the cow’s pasture had orders to allow no one on the grass except the colonel’s cow and its attendant. An Irishman, having this post one day, and having very nearly gotten him- self in trouble on this post some time previously, had occasion to proceed to extremes in the doing of his duty, when the colonel’s wife came rushing from the house to catch a train, and in order to save time started to cross the cow’s plot. Sentry—Halt, Madam! There's no one allowed on the grass except the colonel’s cow and its attendant. Colonel’s Wife—But, sentry, I’m in an awful hurry as I wish to catch a train. Sentry—Can’t help it, ma’am! Orders is orders! Ye'll have to git off the grass! Colonel's Wife (indignantly)— Well, sentry, I'll have you under- stand that /’m the colonel’s wife. Sentry—Now you might be the colonel’s wife, ma’am, but you're not the colonel’s cow, so git off the grass! comicbooks.com