Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-02-11
MISSOURIAND
GEORGIA MULES
MEET ON RHINE,
Bray Generously and Then
Settle into Gossip About
Beer, Army Life and Re-
turn Home
By Ward Greene.
(The Journals staff Correspon-

denG)
IPP-AM-RHEIN, Jan. s.
- Marie, the mule from
In Georgia. floundered down
the muddy street into the
River Rhine, stuck her nose into
the water, drank long and deep
and then trayed generously until
the castled hills for miles around
seemed to echo with the sounG::
Where they get this stuff
about Germany being a pretty
country beats my brides" said
Marie the mule to the ngi next n
understand. Have they shown
you?"
You bet your neck they amt
said the mule from Missouri.
pretty raiS r1 but it HoG don't drink rink that
way. Me for the Mississippi eV-
cry time!"
there" REPLIED Marie. "The wa
ter is almost as bad. as the beer.
That's one thing I'd been look
ing forward to after this vim
rouge-regular German beer.
got some last night when my
skinner had his back turned. He
left a whole canteen OF it sitting
in the stable. And NOW don,r
blame him. If I'd known they
called that cheap, watery stuff
beer I'd a-1et it alone, too"
Its the grain, you know" said
the mule from Missouri. "They
haven't got any at all, 1 under
stand"
Memories of Champagne
Grain or no grain, they've
got no right to call that slop
beer. Why, I remember back in
Champagne
the mule from Missouri.
You're mighty n1ckering l
was!" said Marie the. mule from
this war, feller-the Argonne.
Champagne. Lorraine, Chateau
Thierry and all the rest: That
was one more mesS-Chateau-
Thierry. We were in the back
lines then, but we caught 1t
something fierce. Every mule i'll
c company was killed. l had
some good pals in that OUTFIT,
too. / remember L wore a gas
mask for three days. 1t was my
first time and L thought it was
a nose-bag, else 1 never would
a-put it on. I'd sooner stand the
gas any day than the mask"
1--WE stood it, said the mule
from Missouri, pridefully. I'm
the Argonne, it was. They
threw over bunch OF smells
and 1 caught a snoottul. 1t
killed lot of horses, but not
mer'
"Oh, horsesw snorted Marie.
What can you expect, the yell
low brutes! They're always get
ting par gassed.' A mule can
stand more any day than a
horse. And yet they're always
getting credit for it. But that's
the way in this mans army. Be
lieve me, when L get home, II
1 don't do some tall braying!
I'll expose a scandal or two.
These regular army horses
a plain old national guard mule
gets all the work and no glory.
Not that I'm after the. glory,
you understand. But it does
make me sore to read all the
poems these reporters write
about some horses that fought
the war in the S. Q. S. Rank
favoritism, I call it!'
Rumors of Departure
mot to change the subject
any, but have you heard any
thing about going nome! IN
quired the mule from Missouri.
ooh, I've heard a-plenty, but
that's ALL" said Marie. "Rumors
are as thick as German fleas.
And they're some thick. A
cootie now, is big enough to hit
with your tail, but these fleas
hop too fast for me. L can't
touch EN-"
well, the sooner we leave
here the better, say" declared
the mule from Missouri. IL
wanted to come, of course. But
now I've seen the Rhine and all
that, and I'm ready to go home"
"I say you do, boy!' brayed
to be, one more day! If I can
just hear somebody call me Jer-
ry again, I'll stop right there
and they can build a bonfire un-
der me before I'll move. This
Marie stuff gets my goat. MY
skinner wished It on me right
after we reached here, and do
you know what-he says he's go
ing to call me Gretchen. That's
when I'm going to kick sure
And Marie, the mule from
Georgia. brayed scornfully once
more across the German Rhine.