Judge — November 25, 1922 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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A Soldier’s Life Is the Life for Me \ LDIER has nothing to worry But at, Is and passes—eat, sleep et pout, Get up in the morning, with half open eyes, \nswer roll call and exercise. Make up the bunk, After breakfast the you a broom; Outside soldiers police up around, Pick up paper and butts off the ground. sergeant will hand At eight o'clock fall in for drill— squads left and right, double time up a hill; Command is given, “Company left wheel.” And vou think you are getting an awful rough deal. Form a skirmish line and—lie prone on the ground Fix bayonets—aim, load, fire five rounds— Oh, yes, it sure is a lot of fun If only your bunkie cleans up your gun! \t twelve o'clock in the mess hall to eat, A big, big dinner that can’t be bes And if lucky that day when you're all alone You'll read a letter from somee we athome, At one o'clock all hands in line To perform some detail till supper time; And when that’s done—dress up neat; Answer roll call and stand retreat Army lifes is full of work and p The same routine day after day. Through snow and heat, wind and rain— You serve three years and do it again. And once a month there comes a day When every man receives his pay; For work and details whatever it may be, A soldier's life is the life for me. —Gorman A. Cuarces, Sgt. Signal Corps, 9th Corps Area. tae ‘THe negro trooper was tanding on his post. It was growing dark and the fanciful shadows of the horder were — deepening. The officer of the made his rounds, stopping at. the young trooper’s post last of all. His first’ question, “What would you do if you saw a Mexican now?" was answered with compunction, “Guess I'd run, capting.” | exploded the re you afraid of osstih, not if I sees him "—S, W. Nasu. “slum” lean up squad room: THEY were lying on their pallets be- hind the lines. Nurses, their faces drawn from long sleepless watches, moved | silently through the ward ministering to the ills of the grievously hurt. Un neath the “S.LW." sign a mighty b went up from a man who had purposely shot himself to escape the rigors of front line trench work. His was a superficial wound, wl | grizzled veteran o toy pines and Spanish-American War cam-| paigns. THis leg was off at the knee and his chest had been caved in. Quietly he for a cigaret The fever was high in him and the noise was irritatin, “Nor: sebly mumbled the mut warrior, “will you take these flowers to | the kid down there who is making all the ne He must be terribly burt.” | The nurse rep “Oh, he’s only | slightly hurt.” “Well.” essayed the war-torn one, | “take him the flowers anyway—he ought | to be hurt."—S. W. Nasu. Fae Lieutenant (drilling the company)— Company halt. Private Smith why in Sam Hill don’t you step off with the right | foot as I told you to? | Private Smith—Beggin’ your pardon, sir, but I did step off with me right foot. “That's just what I told you not to do. Haven't I been trying to tell you for the last half hour that the right foot's the wrong foot? The left foot's the right} foot.”—First Lieutenant Locan B.) Gits, Inf. ORC, Photo by Gerato Streter, U.S. A. So long as the boys must have onions in their this K. P. will serve ‘em, but he declines to weep alone. 2 Heywood Broun in his frit novel The Boy Grew Older of deep sincerity he tells don't eavy a good dancer! enjoy social success and « FREE BOOKLET: “How become an expert dancer at hom will be delighted with it PROF. MORGAN D. STERN 30 Church St. Dept. 110 New York City ELTING Pe NT! a3 a8 FLORENCE REED in“EAST OF SUEZ” By W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM, OMEN: EATS DALY MATS 25¢ NOS ‘SOF ox} TERDAM THEATRE at 80! aPoAUE ED.z- SAT. 1000 SE. A NATIONAL Get This Book {sis #+3,J0 Week INSTITUTION selling Clows' Famous PI dircet fr books.com