Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1916-10-16
CAMP HARRIS AND
A. |. |. BOYS GET
READY To LEAVE
BY CLIFF WHEATLEY.
Especial staff Correspondent

CLlfF WHEATIEY
Especial Staff Correspondent
CAMP HARRIS, Macon, Ga, Oct Ia
If George W. Bailey, the poet-laur~
cate of Company l, was in camp. this
story or dope, or whatever those of
the newspaper fraternity call it, would
begin with poem about going to
Mexico. But George w. received
something in the mail this morning.
and it must be coin of the realm for
Private Bailey has answered the call
OF the wild, and is this morning en-
camped somewhere in Macon. Anv-
way, he's not here to tear off a little
rome" and the Kipling style must be
left off. Georges masterpiece was the
swan song of the regiment, and it re-
lates to kangaroo court and payday.
thusly
When the gangs all broke, and they
cease to joke,
And pay days far away;
With rip and roar, the switches
soar,
Then the kangaroo court holds sway.
Yes tis the time of the kangarooist
again, and woe to the one who rouses
the sleeping anger of the judge Cor
poral Dewey E. Rouse. The last VIC
time was our poet-laureate and his
attitude is reflected in the above
'pome.". There's more of it, but dis
cretion ust be used, even by an army
correspondent. Bailey plead guilty to
emitting the "pome'' but said spuds
and corn beef brought it forward.
Judge Rouse thought he was justified
to certain extent, until Bailey lean
ed over with another stanzo, thus:
And they put it there,
Where the flesh was bare
And, oh, geei how it did hurt.
Of course, it wouldn't do to tell
where there is, but there's where
they laid it, Teh kangaroo court be-
gin when Uncle Sam forgets it's past
payday, and the boys can't get to
town.
A Regulars Story OF War.
The day was hot. and the only thing
shining was the sun. In fact, it was
too hot for even Red Tygart and
Kat Ratley to work their laundry, and
altogether, it was hot day. The time
for another column in the T-R. was
coming around, and the kangaroo was
the only story on hand. So after a
session of bunk fatigue" the writer
jcurneyed down to the Toys" tent,
where theye's always a story going the
rounds, and strange to relate it wasn't
about going to the border, but two ex-
regulars were holding the attention of
the crowd, composed of Judge Rouse,
Corp'ral Howington, Top" Guerry and
iii Willie Stewart, besides we The
first ex-regular was Private Norris,
recently transferred from u Company
to Bad Eye" Norris was telling of
the Philippines, and his best one was
about the fire-fiies there. He told Of
having a post away down in the wilds
CT Luzon, one Of the worst of the is
land possessions of our respected un-
Gle, and it was bout three in the
mornin'; it was black dark, and all at
once Norris saw bout million lights
comm; some were high as the sur
rounding foliage, and some were drag
gin the ground--and to use his words
'Scmethin' was bout to start up
round there" He pulled his fun and
ent a slip into the millions of enc
mics approaching Seeing none OF
them fall, Private Norris, then roo
lie, tucked in prominent part of his
ahatomy and few away. He told his
story to the veterans around the guard
tent, and after good laugh they told
Norris what the enemies we're La
ter, Norris caught one, and discovered
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