Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-11-13
Headquarters Hodge-Podge;
Specialists School, VI. G. II. C..

always comes with the years. Ard the
man who is worth all the praises OF
earth. is the one who'll smile through his
duties cheerfully and willingly, and
SMILING despite the load that he has to
bear. Under Sized not much Of a sol
der, you'd say-but very much Of a
man, Again the spirit that wins! ] give
him my hand!
Red Bryson is back Let the ton1-toms
be soaked and the cymhaIs elashedl Lit
tie old Sunshine himself is back again
to cuss the meyules and us, to walk
up and down the floor of our tent and tell
his remarkable stories as In days OF yore.
They slapped him into the detention camp
and they let him out, And they teon
away about 80 pounds from him SO that
the night shirt Jack Tuckin bought for
him one August night no longer fits, But
they didn't deprive him of his good ma
ture thanks be! All together again,
boys, one, two, three; Three cheers for
Red Brysoni
Old George Hoyt took horseback trip
the other Sunday and for two days he
walked lame He hadn't been in sad
die for years and years but he was
game when the summons came and took
his medicine like a man. He said after
ward that If anybody needed jumping
jack, with experience and good habits,
he gould qualify without trouble.
Welcome to our midst, First Glass Pri-
first class fightin' man" 'Then
here's to the Maine and 10 hell with
Spain said Kelly and Burke and Shea,
Whato Cornelius Just now we aren't
doing any fighting, only with our mouths,
but you never ca tell. So stay up!
We like Dan. the horse Lieut. Brown
uses. We've watched the little animal
morning and afternoons and he impresses
MS as being quite an intelligent chan. He
shakes hands, counts off and follows his
master like dog
say You oughta see Dan, he's the cut
est little Teller.
Streaky-white nose an coat that's
Stands there ' in the inornin' loolsin' at you
That are wide-awake. no chance you can
catch him by surprise!
Has a sort Of KNOWN way, Just as If lie
meant to say;
''Hey, Buck Priyatel Cot some sugar.
Say, That horse don't have to speak
Hen Just stretch and lap your check
Sly old codger tries to bride you with a
square o white, sir, just plain sweet,
That's the artful dodgers meat.
An l never seen him miss''
Halloween ghosts fitted around tho
tent last week and they were the most
active phantoms that have paid us a
Il
their own ammunition, too Tin pals
basins and wood boxes and everything
loose in the ueighbornood propelled by
spectral hands crashed in upon us to the
accompaniment of ghostly laughter We
suspect Sullivan and Thorns Of starting
the rumpus but we can't prove it. The
only casualty was a bump on EsterSyns
head. made by a pail while 1t was leav-
ing our tent
Corporal Otis Lufkin must be a popular
where he and another famous man, who
has advanced in the world until he has
become as upply sergeant, hail from.
First Otis got a comfortable from the
neighbors that made everybody envious
and his mail has always beensheavy, an
other thing to keep the green eyed mon
ster squirmng. Now along comes
consignment Of homemade pic5alilli to
maintain his morale. We're glad he's
popular for we SNAPPED the pickalilll.
And let it be said for the benefit Of the
little mail carrier back in Gloucester
home folks, that It was great.