New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-01-18
One of Sans Sons.

s6 FOr leaf VI JIG Ploso' 49, 1--sJ -'-Fl =.
shot,
Don't kick your old mule if tlea's IN its
A mules mule for a that and a. that
Just leave the poor thing and seek out
good cheer
Where proves are not; it's best and that's
fiat.
... Reflections of Harold Henry.
"Good- bye sweetness! Write to me
Will you?"
"But what address shall put on the
letter?'
80! any old place.
"Will the insane asylum dog
Uproar1ous laughter followed this.
One little red-haired, lippy youth in par
ticular enjoyed it immensely.
"Ha, ha, Harold! You're blushing
round the gills. Who gave you license
to firt anyway? That girls too much for
you. Ha, ha -a--a."
"Shut up you puppy I'll color that
burberry nose of yours! Say glrly-
d'you hear-you're naughty -awfully-
so there are others"'
"Er-er-Ill forgive you though.
The sting's nearest the honey Hey?
~ will write to you but what"
The conversation was interrupted by
a long whistle. Then the train began to
move. Another minute-Harold Henry
and his new found friends were speeding
from their Minnesota home toward
Chlckamauga National Park. Harold
never expected to STE the girl again.
A happier lot of soldier "rookies" new
er boarded a train. They commenced
the first thing to ''josh'' Harold.
"There was little boy who joined
the Har-my," said one.
"Was tbs boy clev--er?" asked another.
mo, the boy was young and foolish"
was the reply.
Chow d'you know the boy was fool
ish?' came in turn.
"Because he liked the girls and they"
Showing, jumping, Caesar, shut up!
Choke off on this primer talk A man
would think I'd just been weaned. My
names Harold Henry-not Tootsy Woot-
ry. I'll sing a song if you'll quit-one
of my indestructable, undying, impecca-
BILE songs. Here goes:
'.sOur country dear was born in war
When England left our mighty shore;
When we proclaimed to all of life
That we had won the noble strife.
% praise the hour that gave us birth
AS nation wide upon the earth -
For now we crush out wrong to men!
Hurrah! hurrah yes wrong to men!
s"We thrill with pride for we feel and
know
Cur fathers see Us ever so;
And glory that their sons are brave
AS they when waring but to save
A simple right in government.
o now we're proud! our flags unfurled
And nailed to the mast for all the world
$50 may our Nation stronger grow
May it always conquer every foe
May we neer forget our warlike birth,
Or meier forget ou' honor's worth!
With sword and virtue we will fight
Unflinchingly when in the right.
We will We will We love our land!
Hurrah hurrah. we love our landn"
''Pully poy, you sing like hoyster!"
blurteo out CDR. Finn q professional
man who had enlisted as a private.
'You sing then doctor. We wont
charge you anything for permission to
stretch your ostrich neck-providlng you
don't injure u.s."
Harold felt relieved. He had divert
ed attention from himself to the doctor.
stree! don't sing. Don't like
moosic anyhow. I find more pleasure
in the base truH den anything else"
All solicitations to the doctor for Il
song were in vain and the talk and ban
ter driftea from one thing to another.
Now it was the latest song; now the lat
est move of the war department; most
of the time it was girls. There is an
old saying that nothing under the sun is
new. That is not true, IN one sense at
least, fore there are some things that are
always new even though old. That
sounds paradoxical. The boys talked
about girls: they never become old.
Girls are as interesting today as they
were before the building of Cheop's
pyramid.
About II a. IN. of the second day the
boys arrived at Chattanooga, Penn.
They were a motley looking crew.
Many of the unfortunates were only half