The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1918-02-28

to have changed. Even the old fellow
in the tobacco advertisement placard
above me seems to smile more benev-
olently. It is music the boys know,
numbers they danced with ''the girl"
back home. Fond memories are re-
vived wildly by the music and yet it
seems to soothe rather than augment
the longing for the day when peace
shall send them back to loved ones
and will give them surcease from
things military.
The boys playing tonight are
Lloyd Harmon, Mandan, violin; Ed
Gewalt, Breckenridge, Mimi, piano;
Jacob Evanson, Mayville, flute; Max
Moore, Lisbon, clarinet; Albert An
drews, Mayville, cornet; Archie Gal
braith, Lisbon, trombone; Harley
Moore, Lisbon, and Earl Hauskins,
Wahpeton, drums.
1t is music that puts pep in life
for the boys after a hard days drill
after days in active service, and it is
band concert, orchestra music and
"singfests" that the "Y" has found
most successful in entertaining it's
thousands of guests. Popular, did
you ask? Indeed, the Y. M. c. A.
provides practically all the fun
there is for the boys. Only the chap
who has been through it all, the
training camps cover home," as
sembley camps, embarkation points,
English or French rest camps and
the camps here somewhere" near
the front and within hearing of the
guns; only the soldier who has
everywhere found welcome at the
front "Y" knows how much you
gave in your careless contribution to
the fund that made the huts possible.
Last night was an example. There
was no special program of movies or
other entertainments arranged, so a
"sing," as the British Tommies call
it, was scheduled. The orchestra
played the accompaniment and
Chaplain F.. C. Proehl acted as lead
er. Sheets bearing the words of the
songs were passed around. Rags?
No, indeed not. Just Sunday school
favorites, hymns and the old melo-
dies unheard by many for years
came back and lungs were turned
loose. It was worth a trip to. France
to hear these sons of Uncle Sam
sing, Coward Christian Soldiers"
"What a Friend We Have in Jesus"
LEAD Kindly Light" "Rock of
Ages" and the others. For two
solid hours 500 men just sang and
sang.
North Dakota Band Plays
And the night before that the
North Dakota band played a fine
concert. The old First North Dakota
is the first band to be located at this
camp and it has made tremendous
hit Concerts in the city near here
were listened to by thousands of
soldiers and civilians. The band
boys are the "big cheese" now. The
girls of the city have quit teaching
French to officers and now have the
musicians as their proteges and
pupils.
The other North Dakota band is
now located at division headquarters
| somewhere else in France" Gen.
eral Liggett, commander of the divis-
ion, recently remarked: "That band
is worth million dollars to the
United States army" He refused to
let it be split up and the old Second
Regiment band is now furnishing
music for division headquarters and
convalescents in one of the great
base hospitals.
One Of the Crosby, North Dakota,
boys, Sergeant Newton Lowell, died
recently, as you will have learned by
the U. S. casualty report. Young
Lowell was splendid young fell
low, member of the graduating
class of Shattuck, 1916. and held the
post of major in that school. At the
request of a number of boys in the
regiment I am enclosing the follow
J ing which I wrote on the occasion of
his death:
To have lived, to have loved
Now to die. Good God,
Can this be the end of it all?
Of Lies ambitions, hopes and
Must now answer Thy call?
Are the years of loving mothers
care
! My schooling and all to prepare
Me place in the history of man,
All lost because did dare
To do and serve as soldier should,
For the love of his country, and
Right? .>
Am but pawn in sine great
To be lost in this futile fight?
MY eyes grow dim and 1 breathe a
prayer;
I'm home again, yet far away,
But hope eternal flies from my
! breast.
! Death, could'st thou thy hand but
stay
And I might brighten this vale Of
tears,
! Might do things to win a name,
Instead of a place in the hills of
France -
Hardly marked. And this is my
| fame!
grieve not for self, but for those
| whose love
Will be drowned in a torrent of
| > tears,
For those who have tried and given
The best they could through the
| years.
20 as soldier, answer my name
And God-Thou wilt pity me.
I've fought like man, done the best
! that l can
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