The Fargo forum and daily republican., 1917-11-10


Sir: In the interest Of peace and
harmony in our boarding house. we
request that you give us the correct
| pronunciation Of the words can
| tonment" and "camouhage." We have
been torn asunder, and divided into
warning camps by the debate. Is IL
| lCAN-tonment or can-TONE-ment?
The Breakfast Club.
Fargo, ". D., Nov. z.
Mr.. Webster gives the accent on
the first syllable Of cantonment,
President Wilson, the apogee of irn-
maculate English, is said to pronounce
| it virtually unaccented with but a
very slight emphasis on the first
syllable. Our dictionary doesn't give
camoufiage, but summoning to our
aid a slight knowledge of high school
French, we cling to Kan 90 -fiage"
without any accent. We trust the
peace dove will futter back to the
boarding house.-The Editor.
Jack Dowd, former Fargo boy,
now in training at Camp Vail, Little
Silver, N. j., has written a clever lit-
tie Jingle on army life, which he
sent to his sister. She has turned Ii
over TO The Forum with the word
that Jack would be glad to hear from
any of his former friends. He enlisted
In Montana last April, and his ad-
dress is Company B, Tenth field
battery, Camp Vail, Little Silver. N.
u. Here's the poem:
No more ham or eggs for breakfast
When the buRle blows for chow"
No more apple pie or dumplings,
For we're in the army now.
And they feed us beans for breakfast
And at noon we have them too,
At night they fill our tummies
With good old army stew.
No more fizzes, beer and, highballs,
When we have an awful thirst,
If you're thinking of enlisting,
Best get used to water first.
For the lids on tight all over,
And drilling makes us war1.
But we can't cool off with liquor.
Cause we wear the uniform
No more shirts of silk or linen;
We all wear the 20. D." stuff,
No more night shirts or pajamas,
For our pants are good enough.
No more feather ticks or pillows,
But we're glad to thank the Lord =.
That we've got a cot and blankets,
When we might have just board,
For they feed us beans for breakfast
And at noon we have them too
And at night they fill our tummiea,
With a good old army stew.
But by jinks well lick the Kaiser
When the sergeants teach us how
For darn him he's the reason why,
We're in the army now.
We blush, but in order that the
truth shall prevail we have to pub
lish this note from Henry G. Kost OF
Az East 134th street, New York:
The apprentice seamen and lands
men at the Newport, r. T., training
station having declared The Fargo
Forum, by a straw vote, the best
newspaper in the state Of North Da-
kota, | send the enclosed anthem to
you. r think these young men will
appreciate its publication in your
coltimns. 1t is dedicated to the peo-
pie of the United States and en-
bodies, Al believe. more nearly than
any other similar verse, all the es-
sentials required for a fitting, endur-
ing American patriotic song.
1t is called Il Love Thee Colum-
bia", and here 1t is:
/ love thee. Columbia, fair land OF
..a.. the west, "
By nature with lavish hand boun-
teously blest:
Thy streams sparkling silver, thy
plains waving gold,
Thy lakes Heavens mirrors, thy
peaks towering bold;
Where the palms sunny leaves greet
the evergreen pine
And the fruits of the west and the
east intertwine.
A refuge from oppression,
e Thou home of liberty;
Whose starry banner shelters -
Free men, forever free!
love thee, Columbia, for patriots
died
To wrest thee from tyrants that
Justice denied.
Thy sons bled to save, from disrup-
tion and shame,
Thy banner of stars and thy glory
and fame.
That. still, from thy shores there
may ring DER the sea
The watohword OF freedom, the song
Of the free.
(Chorus.l
] love thee, Columbia. In progress
and toll.