Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-07-17

Our remedy for home-sickness: Take
one brisk wal kto the ~" tent, approach
the Victrola without shaking. extract
record called slippery Hank" or yah
he Dab" place on disc and start. Place
the ear near the machine and remain In
this position until the nostalgia disap-
pears or until the record ~ played.
The idea In this game of Cumming"
cigarettes Is to bum" more cigarettes
from Others than others bum from you.
The following sonnet by our friend
Keats Is respectfully submitted to the
notice Of our southern poet for use in
MS correspondence:
When / have fears that may cease to be
Before my pen has CLEANED my teeming
brain.
Private Yyse, after being out Of the
hospital a few days. Is making It known
70 everybory that he's up and at EN-
again We have strong bunch that
while In the hospital he was an ardent
reader Of Love Stories. The best way
to get his name in the paper. he thinks.
Is to start something--he did, trying to
tax Gold Bricks to the bucks. we can't
describe his line" as we are liable to he
pun ON the front page and start rush
on the company
Sergeant Madden's idea of calamity:
70 be informed In Camp Hancock or any
other southern camp for any period Of
Time Charles, the war isn't going to
last forever. Think of the appreciation
you viii have for that northern atnos-
phere when you get a chance to indulge
N the Injury of breathing ozone that
hasn't been steam-heated, cooked and
dried
Anyone who thinks that While Doud
was not the star player Of the Independ-
ents viii please express his opinion to
Shoenroek, as he has complied all the in
side dope regarding this team He can
even go INTO detail as to the day when
While kicked the ball into the Detroit
river, therby saving the game.
Private Lewis has gone on furlough.
By this time he Is enjoying home life in
Iowa; We don't think he has any seri-
GUS Intentions OF joining the Benedicts'
Cub, but one never can tell what these
quiet fellows have up their sleeve.
Private Bougos has a lot Of time on
his hands these days--his wrist watch is
again IN working order.
Sergeant Essig has measured Sergeant
Biackman for stool as the boy can't
reach the books from the ordinary chairs.
The boys now have comfortable benches
TO SIT on a. night and brag about the
they go on furlough. Many thanks to
Carpenter Thompson.
carnahan stin thinks there is no place
like the Golden West, Ask him how he
likes the South.
QUESTION; What would our mess ser
geaut do with the surplus eats IL pri-
yate Murphy should take sickf
TIE boys they all got paid,
But didn't have it long.
As when Monahan got the bones,
Thew aimply wouldn't On mrnOP
Sergeant Adams win be in his glory
charge of the big squad until ''Ligzurg"
Reynolds returns from his furlough
The first and secon. sop wish to
thank Sergeant Adams for advice
he renders from day to day to the
iods.
Jap; How about that furlough hat;
see you got .lew cord.
Monahan Business.
Sending the boys to I e cleaners after
pay day, Corporal Neither claimed he
made them stand up 4, S, 10, all the
same TO him. Tell as how you do 1t.
Hey Nick; What you catch? see
you're back In business.
ICE: COAL: WOOD;
BUFF BROWN, Treas.
PHILLIP NicLARIO, Pres
Looie wants to be a cook: Plenty
Of macaroni and cheese
John; Get busy the congressman Is
coming home
larry Gingrich wants a furlough
l wonder what is coming off,
thlnbethat fellow has a bad eye;
Amt that right Iocie.
Jap Galgano fell into the lemonade
can.
Sergeant Madden was found asleep
at one OF Augustus snow houses,
Wake up Egg.
:, service flag is hanging,
For a boy who went away
"To the village where Iife's worth
living"
Mid the fields of newmown hay.
"a red cross star is added
And the little flag now speaks
I For a soldier tanned an hardy
And a girl with rosy cheeks.
The dedicated TO Farlinger
who has gone to the home town n be
married.
A haby's prayer at twilight
And her play toys laid away
A Mothers prayer at eVentide
And the end OF Perfec- Day,
But the Kaisers prayers at Taps
Is a sad one to relate
Monahan on lees Bonded
| On his lips prayer % hate.
Hate not for the army
| Where in peace Mon does dwell
Only wishing to the emperor