The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1919-04-26
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In the %smothering heat or the cold?
&C you have, why, then you are a buddy
of ours
And we welcome you into u fold.
Old you ever eat with your plate in
your lap
with your cup on the ground ut your
side,
W lille the coolies and bugs of species
untold,
Danced fox trots over your hide?
did you ever sleep in a tent so small
That your head and your feet played
tag?
Then shake, old man, you're a pal Of
ours,
Tor you've followed the same old
flag.
nd you ever stand in a front line
trench
With Fritzie a few feet away,
with Jerrys and Minnies a whistling
around
and gas coming over all day?
With No Mans Land a sea of steel,
And a tempest of bursting shell?
Then come in, old man, and toast your
shins,
Tor we're all just back from hell.
Pvt. Clifford NJ. Lee says that the
following boys wish to be remem-
bered: Priyates Willie Anderson.
Frlnk johnson, Garrett Green, Ernest
Hutchinson, Charles Mckinney and
Corp. James V. Massey.
n y. Davis and Prof. T. II. Reynolds.
Sergeant Higgins is under a good
Aeadway with a show and the assist
tGCe of the Jazz orchestra 10 tour
France. We expect to open in Paris
soon"
Private V. L. Dickson, writes: IF
space would permit, l would gladly re-
late through these columns the com
Haeudation received by the SO5th Pion-
Ger Infantry from their officers. They
have indeed, made good The boys
now are going on their leaves to view
sunny France. The boys are anxious
20 come home to their relatives and
friends. We now have a good ball
team and We will take them through
Germany be fore u return home.
Company Z, has a swift basket ball
team. Our little prize fighter is do
ing great work now. He and his
manager, Private Dickson, have been
on q tour through France for the last
month"
Corp. T. W. Tyus, of the SO5th Pion-
Ger Infantry, writes: The entire
805th Pioneer Infantry joins me in
sending love and regards to al our
friends. The boys are we'll and fat.
Eergesnt Hill would like to hear from
Mrs. Anna NJ. Smith of 2O3g East
L8th street dedicates the following
poem to her son, Regtl. Sgt. Major
Banks, with the A. E.. F., France, in
response to his poem, THE Souvenir -
in last weeks Sun:
my Souvenir"
When the roll is called up yonder
And Gods soldiers come marching
by,
May I see you, son, with the multitude
AS did this last July.
= 5ried to b. brave and watched you
go,
My hope, my pride, my joy;
was proud to serve my Country
BY giving up my boy.
"Now~that the war is over
And the victory has been won,
soon, with the bees and clover,
You're surely be coming home.
o write, you possess no German
helmet,
NO watch, no ring or an iron cross
Well. what viii they weigh on that
fatal day?
7 am sure they will all be dross.
You say you have no trinkets to show,
From the cold, bloody battlefield
But the cross that you bear fol the
Master up there
IS greater than mortal man can
WELD.
( gave you to God, twenty-on9 years
ago,
Last summer to Uncle Sam.
o have always been al obedient
son,
Z know you are now a real man.
Your letters and postcards are great
to me,
: And read them most every chance;
But the greatest souvenir l long to see
Is my boy in Sunny France.
so down in my heart there's a prayer
The same as when you marched
away,
That God may bring you safely home
Just as you were that day.
Regtl. Sergt. Maj. C. r. A. Banks
writes that, Professor Moten passed
through Clermont and addressed the
boys, but they were Disguised with
the meek and humble manner which
be expressed throughout his talk. I
wish that we had men who would take
q noble stand for what they beliey to
be right for us"