The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1917-10-30
(By Earle n. TosteVin, staff Corre-
((spondent of The Forun.)
Camp Greene. N. c., Oct. Is.
ear Folks Rack Home:


have either kind. However, there Is
much that is interesting to write
about, things you folks back home
should be interested in, so l am
changing the form of information and
shall write you a letter rather than
a news story.
The boys are out on the rifle range
waiting for the pits to be finished so
they can start in on shooting prac-
tice. this time with definite aim in
view, to learn to shoot to kill.
1t seems hard to realize that with
in a few weeks all of the boys here
will be on their way "over there"
The camp is peaceful enough on the
surface, but military heads are TAX
ing no chances. The city Of Char
lotte has been wonderful to the boys
and one of them stole. meter" from
Jay w. Foley's letter home and is
responsible for the following, which
has made a hit with the people Of
the city:
Yes, we love you, Charlotte. love you.
and we're coming back some day,
For it grieves us sore to leave you,
when we'd rather far to stay;
For there's something bout your city,
seems to grip a fellows heart,
And you friends we've made by hun
part.
We've learned why you love. Dixie"
why you like your country
But we'd really like to show you the
glories Of the west;
Like to show you old Wyoming, and
dear Dakota's plains,
The empire of Montana with the
pure gold in her veins.
But we've heard the call of duty, our
nations calling now
We are but the boys in khaki, Sam
my calls us to our vow.
But we're coming back 20 see you
when the horrid strife is oer
For we've learned that Charlotte al
was has her latch-string out
Yes, the heartfires of your city have
warmed us through and
through,
And we can but fight the harder
when we know it's for you too.
Yet mere words are, oh, so futile,
there's so much we'd like to tell
OF the pleasures of our visit. that
the parting's like knell
Rung Ger the grave of happy days,
yet we know there'll come
time,
When we again can travel to your
sunny southern cline.
Yes, we love you, Charlotte, love
you, with hearts as true as
steel.
For there's something bout your city
makes you sense and breathe
and feel;
And our welcome came so open to
we boys from out the west,
That it must have been so written,
that we should be so blessed.
When "over there" at even, we watch
the western heavens burn,
We know there'l come a longing and
a yearning to return,
For you've proved to us the meaning
of true hospitality,
OF the joy of friends in friendships
as friendships ought to be.
So now il at the parting. our hearts
are strangely thrilled.
Through our breasts there runs a
CULVER and a quake that won't
be stilied.
Let us thank you. Charlotte, thank
you. for this round of happy
days,
Let us try to make you sense 1t as
we blink away the haze
That seems to cloud the eyesight, as
unheeded tears may fall,
For you've taught us all to love you,
may the dear God bless you all.
Just An Example.
Hundreds. yes thousands of the
boys endorse the above sentiment.
The North Dakota boys. the Mon
tana, Wyoming, Colorado. Washing
ton. Oregon and South Dakota troops
all will leave Charlotte with a feel
ing almost akin to that when they
kissed mother goodbye at the door
step of the home in the far away
western state. For Charlotte has es-
tablished a record never before
equalled or even essayed by any city
in the nation. .
I'VE have boys of our own some
where" several women have told
me. That is why we want to give
you boys something to remember"
There are hundreds of boys who
have had experiences just like the
following that / shall take out of the
chapter of my own stay here. 1t is
so typical OF the treatment given all
the boys in khaki.
I'm looking for a man named
Tostevin," said a voice at the door
of the tent postoffice. My brother
some other fellow up.
sale hardware dealer, and his brother
is Attorney s. L. Nuchols of Mandan,
N. D., formerly judge of the Twelfth
judicial district, serving Morton,
Oliver Mercer, Grant and Sioux
counties.
I'VE want you-aIl to come to the
house for dinner tonight" You-all,
yes it was strange at first, but all
Southerners use the "you-alI'', in
this case 1t was your correspondent,
Major j. NJ. Hanley, judge succeed
ing Judge NuchOls, and Lieut. F. @.
Neumeier, adjutant to Major Hanley
in the 14Sth Machine Gun battalion.
The home was a typical southern
home. You seemed to sense the
Confines" of il on stepping over
the threshold, a table lamp shedding
a soft glow, and a CHEEKY fire in the
hearth that seemed to crackle, wei
come" Two little. daughters were
playing the photograph. Southern
were their favorites. What
IL they did play a national air med
ley three times during the evening
and force the three soldiers to their
feet and at salute while the machine
reeled off the Star Spangled Ban
ner?
Neighbors dropped in, and in a
any vestige of a cloak OF
dropped off. These South
erners treat you as If you were
plumb well a member Of the fam
ily." The neighbors included Mr.. and
Mrs. w. r. Mccoy and Miss Helen
Mccoy. Mrs. Mccoy is one or the
old timers (alI Of them are, anyway.
A gold mine Of information concern
ing Charlotte, its history, and its
people.
Down here il isn't how much
money you have. Who was your
That's the question.
And for three hours after dinner the
visitors were treated to stories Of the