The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1922-11-16
illwater Minnesota, Thursday, November 10, 1922.

tended to be soothing lullaby or a wake.
AS Baldy and 1 were friends he confded
the method used to purloin the potion that
leads into the arms of Morpheus, and the
ensuing departure from the path of right
eousness for Sister had never been intro
duced to Mr.. AL K. Hall before. Badly
said that the escapade brought back mem
ories of dear old Frisco, and the friends of
Union Square and Baker street, so his
giving the selection in their memory had
been included in the repertoire.
But, we have been DEPRESSING again,
jumping from the mud of France to the
burning sands of New Mexico, where a
little rain would be as welcome as guests
at our caravansary. So back to the mud
and the erstwhie clover-kickers who
cursed it in language that had never
shocked a gentle and refined plough
horse. Let it not be believed that "Home,
Boys, Home" was the only song that these
sod-busting, range-riding hokumartists of
the lantern circuits knew. For the asking
you could listen to simple ballads, such as
"Three Girls From Kansas" a parody on
"School Days." or. the "Deming Blues" to
say nothing of the yodling Buck, who
could shame coon-shouting member of
Billy Watson's Beef Trust. Then there
was the elongated Texan who besides be-
ing able to make his personal dice recite
"The Charge of the Light Brigade could
distill harmony from a harmonica in big
time style and with matchess technique
But the best treat of all was to hear King
Cograc sing "Yoan of Arc" in French
with few Swedish improvisations that
only King could give. This entire pro-
gramme was presented along the line of
march, for the edifcation of the few ma
tives we passed, and with intent to shorten
the long weary miles.
Enviously we eyed the grinning truck
details as the big Nash Ouads and Ii
bertys sithered past us, about six miles out
of De Sougc. The trucks carried the
Kitchen utensils, field desks and parapherna-
liza pertaining to company records, the per-
sonal effects of the officers-and their
shoulder pouches. A ten minute rest every
hour during which you perched pre-
cariously atop your pack, blankets pro-
tected by the shelter half, and then the
march was resumed
Shortly before the noon hour we ar
rived at vast open space near a cemetery
where we halted for a joust with the usual
corn nilly and hard tack, supplemented by
some ancient eggs encased in war bread.
Badly, King, and Buck were off in search
of wine shop before the last strains of
the bugle had died away. For an hour
they rec0nnoitered in vain, then were
forced to resume packs for the final stage
of the trip, which was really the hardest
as many OF the streets of Bordeaux are
paved with cobblestones, and when they
are wet it is no easy task to maintain
balance. There was no more route step
now, for the band was playing intermit-
tently and we assumed the regular march
formation with semblance of uniform
step to impress the natives l guess. At
that we would never have copped prize
in a review for we had never taken kind
ly to infantry drill, being mounted out
fit. With half the company ready to make
a break for the first wine shop the flank
ing line sergeants had their hands full and
their vocabularies exhausted. If one
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