The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1916-07-13

ers If our fist artists get chance at
them!
July 1, 1916.
General Disability Starr was seated
on the trunk today when the Jigga-
dier Brindie j. P. Thomas came in
and said: MAY | get into that trunk"
"Yes." says the General, "if may sit
on it again after you get in"
The Top" (First SergeanD saw
Private Hellman out doing up his
laundry this morning. Hello. he
said. why don't you let my orderly
do that? Wouldn't you like to have
him help you?" Franz considered
the matter "a moment and then thot-
fully replied: "Yes. believe l would,
would like to use him for a wiring
err" Now doesn't that sound just like
Frank?
was detailed for recruiting SER
vice today. With a number of other
men | boarded the interurban and ar
rived at Denver about 1880 P. NJ
After reporting we were told 10 stick
around" and during the entire after
noon we did nothing but sit in front
of the station and kill time. Things
were quiet at the station because
most of the details were out at neigh
boring towns recruiting. A fife and
drum corps of old veterans is on the
job most of the time. Music and pa
frfofic anaachaa ;nsngra .1o ,,o,,n =
men to enlist. Our numbers are slow
ly increasing. But there is not the
response to the call that there should
be. The majority of people are not
yet convinced that men are In de-
mand and many think that Mr.. Will
sons call to arms is a political move
| Very few people realize what a
complete change II is from civilian to
camp life. Most OF US were accus-
toned to eating at a table from china
plates, with silver knives and forks.
Our tastes and appetites were taken
into consideration when we were
served. Now We eat from an alumi-
mum pan. with an aluminium knife and
an aluminium fork, and drink from an
aluminium cup. We eat what is ladel-
ed out to us. We sit on the ground
napkin In camp would be a curio.
sity. After mess we wash our own
dishes" frequ(ntly In cold water.
and dry them with the Denver Post.
We used to sleep in beds. Now we
sleep on bags filled with straw with
out pillows. without sheets. spread
nat on the ground. We used to have
the privilege Of the bath at least once
day. We still enjoy that privilege.
but under q shower as cold as the
coldest spiggot in Canon City. Warm
water is a luxury. We used to come
and go as we pleased. except as con-
yenience or business dictated. Now
re not supposed to think OF bust
ness back home. We have barely
time to write to our friends. Any
moment we are liable to be detailed |
for some task. Some one else does !
our thinking for us; ours but TO obey. |
We must secure permission to leave
camp. We must arise at $3.50. we
must be In bed at 1900. Everything |
is done according to some one elses'
schedule. A mans volltion is gone.
He Is serving his country and he has
no kick to register, Dut he deserves |
more credit for his service than he J,
ordinarily gets. Here is little poem |
written by Arthur Chapman, author
of Out Where the West Begins" Il
is displayed in the window OF the
recruiting station:
Come on let's go-they're needing us
down there.
Some colored Toys who fought for US
have died
There's dust and blood upon a flag
once fair,
It's up to us-we've simply got to
care
The Jobs that we've held down so
long must slide,
Come on-let's gol
Come on let's go--these men were ours
who fell,
Dark skinned they we're. but pledged
unto our cause.
1t was massacre--the horses plung-
ed-'Twas hell,
A treach-rous foe was struck, let his
tory tell