The mirror., 1922-12-28
RECREATIONS
By Mr.. K. L. M.

Sunday is the day of rest in an army
camp the same as anywhere else, if you
exclude the regular details, such as guard,
K. P, stable, and fatigue. 1t is most well
come, especially when the weeks days in
clude bayonet drill, infantry drill and
other forms of manual labor in the daily
schedule When the camp is situated
where broiling New Mexico sun can take
deliberate aim upon the residents Sunday
is almost as welcome as pay day.
After reveille and the morning forma-
ton the day may be spent in any way
that the soldier chooses. He can attend
church services in camp or in Deming or
he can seek the solace of his bunk, for
Sunday is the one day of the week that
tents do not have to be furled.
In case the b. r. is in healthy condi-
ton he can find game of stud draw, or
blackjack in progress in one of the tents,
for in every company there are fortunate
individuals with kind and indulgent par
ents who are willing to pay for the educa-
ton of the son and heir. And this is one
profession where educators are not under
paid.
will construct regular Sunday morn
ing scene from memory. We will select
the tent occupied by Squad as suitable
setting. Pausing for moment outside we
hear an entreating voice. We hear such
phrases as:
Cup jumped the devil!"
1.-TWO bucks he comes!"
"Shoot, brother, you're fadedW
"Come on, you guys, loosen up. This
amt no piker camel"
Fighter from Dakater!"
."Please, pretty chils-papa's got date
with bootlegger!"
"Seven passes, my Gawd, if had your
luck and my brains I'd show John D.
few things about high fnance!"
Assuredly, session of African golf.
Avaunt Make way! We feel in our
pocket to see if we can scare up enough
for a shot. While this search is being
conducted, a gloomy-faced buck stalks
forth, talking to himself.
We enter. In the center of the floor is
a cot with an army blanket spread over
the top. Around the cot are gathered
feverish-eyed gamblers in various stages
of dress. A slim, dapper young man
with corporaPs chevrons on the sleeve of
his shirt is holding the dice, waiting i'm
patiently for faders to shower down.
We learn that he has made seven
straight passes, coming out on natural
FIVE times and making his point twice.
More than one participant is eyeing the
Corporal obviously. Finally, courageous,
reckless soul comes to the fore, and bills,
creased in the usual fashion Autter down
on the blanket.
"Cackle them bones, Corp, and cackle
'em loud" admonishes the fader.
Follows faint clicking and the cubes
gallop down the smooth surface, in the
even or blanket roll. We marvel at the
utter insophistication of the group, for the
blanket roll antedates the birth of Steve
Brodie. But we anticipate A hand
shoots forth and the dice are stopped before
completing their course.
81 sad cackle 'em. I amt one of them
one-a-minute yaps." This from the fader.
Again the ivories are released, this time
to roll half the length of the cot. Peering
over a shoulder we see "snake eyes,"
which in the parlance of the shooters
means two aces.
About fifteen minutes later we proceed
in the direction of the corral, planning
what we might have done with our jack
if we still had it. But such is life.
The corrals Of. mounted outfit are the
real center of attraction an Sunday morn
ing, G Company was of this type. The
Ammunition Train consisted of four truck
companies, two caisson companies, and
wagon company. The latter became C