New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-01-18
5aMy dear GIRL, how can II"

girls say. Up IN Louisville, KY, gave
away nv hat. A little further down the
line gave away my coat. Then my
vest went. Then my shirt. Last of all
my shoes. I've only got my pants =
That was as far as he got. The girl
left for parts unknown. You see SOL
diers are generous. Yea verify.
1t was about noon when the boys
reached Lytle, Ga. The sergeant ordered
them off the train and then followed a
four mile tramp to the park. There
were two dlsagreeable things about that
march-the dust and the ''joshing" of
cold vomiteer's.' ...-<..: 49,. f
90 I had a good house when I left
left-left-ya-a-a-s, good house when !
left.'
The above continually came from ak
sides. O it was wicked!
"Is that the only thing you fellows
know down here?"
Shot followed shot but at last the
rockies were in their quarters.
The first night Harold Henry was sick.
In fact he had already joined the s'vom-
iteer brigade.
He rolled out of his tent and wandered
into the woods-to get air, as he after
wards expressed himself. Then some
thing strange happened.
"Number one, two o'clock" broke the
silence.
1t almost frightened him, but he
thought of the guard.
Number two, two o'clock, all's WE'LL"
There was another pause.
"Number three, two o'clock alls
well.''
This was unbearable. Number three
happened to be near him.
"Get out, you fish, all's not we'll Sick's
midnight mule! Can't you hear me
vomit? O! for doctor or some pills
or-or-or anything but a pain like
this"
The guard laughed. Yes he did.
"Why, my boy, that's nothing. We
uns aire IN tn Harmy nauw. Pills! What
d'you want with pills? Hey2 Pills!
Why here they give you sugar pills for
everything. Twenty five boys from my
company went to the doctor in a body the
other day. They kicked about short "a
tions and the doctor gave them pills.
Pills, mind you! Why they give you
pills for haircut III the army.
Then the guard laughed again. He
turned anu began to walk his post sin
Manner
About week after this Harold asked
the first sergeant for permission to visit
Chattanooga. He had been feeling bad
ly. 1t would be 50 good for him. He
wanted to see something of the country;
to buy few things; to find out where
he was at, ct cetera. Maybe, also, he
harbored dark thoughts of vengeance 1T
the dinner table.
"No," was the answer. He could not
have a pass.
Harold happened to be one of the few
in the company who could "muster up
He decided to have fun "just
for this once"
He went to Lyle and attempted to
board the train. The provo stopped
him.
"If you have no pass get off The plat
FORM"
"What goods 9: pass anyway"
"You must be rocky, the way you
talk. Get off. Orders are orders"
This kind of dishsarted him but he
soon found an old farmer with a mule.
"Say, old man, how much to Chatta-
nooga?"
"Wall, all reckon 'bont two and half
All doan know bout my mule thouhg.
Purity ticular now fur she goes. Get yer
roun' tn provo alright-allis pervidin'
ther old thing doesn't buck. It'd lay
doun an die fore it'd run when i'll wind
blose flea in'ts eer. Better ride to
Rossvllle, TO mile from here, ana take
tn dummy there fe1 Chattanooga. Cos
yer eighty five cents all told"
The agreement was made on the spot.
The farmer kept on talking about that
mule with all the outward inspiration of
a political mud-slinger. There diin't
seem to be anything particularly won
derful about the animal but perhaps
there was a bond of sympathy and IN
derstanding between the two. " aether