The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1917-10-25

The following poem, which nrst ap-
peared in the Pendleton East Oregoni-
an. was handed to the Glaicer recently
by Sidney Carnine, bugler of 18th Co.
1t was written by Sgt. B. F. Camp, of
Montana company of infantry. Bu-
gler Carnine declares that the poem
expresses the sentiment of all 18th Co.
men.
Dear Mother: l am writing | knew a
trife late,
But l have been SO busy with the SOL
diers' daily grind
That I've neglected writing, but /
know you will not mind.
When you've read what am writing,
you'll feel whole lot better,
And | promise that hereafter will
write daily letter.
Tell sis she wouldn't know me since /
left our little town
For the sun has surely baked me a
most gorgeous goldenlbrown
Tell dad if he could see me he would
never cuss me more
For sleeping mornings, or neglecting
any chore.
Tell little brother Benny I've pistol
and gun,
A really truly rifle that wasn't made
for fun.
Tell my sweetheart that l love her
when you see her Mother, dear;
That sleeping. drilling, working, /
keep wishing she were here.
Tell aunty that thank her for the lit
tie wooden box
The home made jam and cookies and
the dozen knitted sox.
Tell sis fellow for me, if he wants to
have some fun,
To join the U. S. army and get him.
self gun.
Tell Tom and Dick and Harry and
strapping Jimmie Coats
That Uncle Sam is needing a million
more recruits.
Just tell 'em what I'm writing, IN this
letter, dear, to you
So that each and everyone will know
just what we do.
At five a. m. the bugle blows the call
to rise and dress
At five-fifteen the morning gun, at six
a. m. the mess.
Hot cakes. syrup. coffee. spuds and
bacon fried,
With sugar, milk and home baked
bread to fill the space inside.
At half past six fatigue call sounds,
the streets and tents are p'liced.
Then we drill for two long hours be.
fore we are relased.
. From nina a M, All fhran
sleep and write and read
Then drill again, dear Mother, for it's
drilling that we need.
| The post exchange supplies our wants,
with almost anything
We've dandy club and reading room,
where we can go and sing.
We can get pass to go to town most
any time we wish,
We've everything we want to eat both
plain and fancy dish.
We've tall team, some boxing gloves,
wrestling match and craps.
We've each a little army cot, we sleep
on after taps.
We've mess halls with mosquito nets,
shower baths that are divine;
Oh, there's nothing Mother, which we
have that isn't extra fine.
We've clothes galore for every need,
Sunday, work or play.
We've a Colonel who dandy and a
day on which they pay.
We've hundred things, dear Mother,
that haven't room to mention;
| A hundred things, dear Mother, that
REQUIRE our close attention,
We are happy and we're healthy, and
we're learning to be men;
! Such chance to get schooling we
may never get again.
Oh, | miss you, Mother darling, but
I'm happy and content
With the hours and weeks we're spend
ing in the regulation tent.
Cause | know | need the schooling.
may never get again
The school that takes the weaklmgs
and makes them into men.
Now Mother, dear I've written you q
letter that is long.
"Etficiency's" the title of our regi.
mental song.
We are waiting now and ready for the
day we'll take chance
With our brothers and the others on
the sunny plains of France.
We are waiting for the order that will
bid us grab our guns
For the day we'll lick the kaiser and
his fighting German Huns.
Now | will close with love and kisses,
and heart that's full of joy,
And sign my name as always.
| UYonr Hannv Soldier Row -