Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-07-12


stretched out on his blankets with the
walls OF his tent all pulled up so that
the only canopy over him is n pale
blue Carolina sky. He Is completely
exhausted and his only dream Is of
sleep for n hundred years and OF the
end Of the war and Of being back
home again. among myriads OF fried
chicken and great big tomatoes and
honest to- god -mothcr-made- 'em bis
cults and all Of that.
Cnc is awakened from the land Of
Elysium by the quick, harsh notes
of the Internal brass buglc which
really 1t Is away up at the head of
the company street or perhaps fur
thcr away than that. It says:
I can't get 'cm up. can't get en- up,
| can't get 'em up In the morning;
I can't get 'cm up. ! can't get 'em UP,
/ can't get 'em up at all:
Corp'rals worse than the privates:
Sergeants worse than the corporals:
Lieutenants worse than the scrgeants,
That harsh brass thing screams II
over and over again, and there's
nothing for one to do save growl at
the luck and crawl out. or else one
must answer to the charge. Private
Smithers absent at Reveillc.' And the
penalty is anywhere from q weeks
confinement to n courtmartial, all de-
pending on the number Of times that
the same charge has been directed be-
fore.
The next time the buglc screams
during the morning is for breakfast
Thirty minutes or more have elapsed
since the rude awakening, and q
hungry healthy lad is in kindlier mood
toward the rude thing. Comes six
O'clock and the bugle calls:
Soup-y. soup-y soup.
Without q single bean.
Pork-y. pork-y pork.
Without streak Of lean;
Coffee. coffee, coffee.
Without any cream!
(Or the weakest ever seenD
The declaration OF the bhgic in this
instance is not hardly fair, however
because Uncle Sam feeds his soldiers
almost too good, and the coffee IL
always strong and there Is plenty oi
cream and plenty Of sugar with nc
food administrator on hand to sa,
just how much one shall use.
Along about a. m, the bugles
blow sick call. That Is the time foI
those soldiers who might be sick ol
who might think they are sick, &c
line up and march over to their re-
spective regimental infirmaries, there
to be given the once over by the saw
| bones who say whether or not they
arc f1t for duty or should stay In
their quarters or be sent to the hos
pital or what. In almost every CON-
pany some six to dozen or more &c
on sick report each morning. Most
Of them, II they are suffering with @
headache. are given q handful OF
"CC's" and II they are suffering with
the toothache or the toe ache, they
are given the same "CCs." At sick
call the bugie says:
Come and get your quinine, come and
| get your pills.
Oh! come and get your quinine. come
and get your pills.
II one belongs to an artillery out
ft, the next bugie call for him would
be that to go to the stables and feed
water and groom his horses. In an.
nouncing stable call. the bugle says:
Come all who are able and go to the
stable,
| And water your horses and give
'em some corn:
For II you don't do II. the colonel vii
know II,
And then you will rue 1t, as sure a,
you're born.
Mail call comes IN the morning
along about IL O'Clock. It Is Of inter.
est to all because the soldier expect,
q letter from home or somewhere ev