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THE GIRL YOU LEFT BEHIND
When you wake up in trie mornin
And you have to get in line,
You’ve time for just a feeling thought
Os the girl’ you left behind.
But it helps to keep you pleasant
If the sergeant woke up wrong,
Os if you find you’ve work to do,
You'll do it with a song.
No matter what you have to do,
Regardless of the time.
You find it so much easier
When you think of the girl behind.
No matter where the cay may lead,
Much evil there you'll find;
’Tis easy that to overcome —
Just think of the girl behind.
You hope to see that girl again.
Her sparkling eyes that shine.
And be with her from thence for aye,—
The girl you left behind.
You hope to meet her as you left,
No stain upon your mind,
Which helps your evil ways to spurn—
-Bhe pure sweet girl behind.
No angel could be sweeter
Than the picture in your mind
Os the parting look she gave you.
The girl you left behind
Perhaps you longed to ask her,
1 Ere you started for the grind,
To wait for you till you returned,
The girl you left behind.
But you thought Lt not quite fair io her
To keep you thus in mind;
So you hope to find her as you left—
Just the girl you left behind.
H. R.. Co. M. O. T. C.
REVEILLE
It’s dawn on a winter morning.
Dawn with a streak of gray;
With me asleep In the blankets.
Dreaming my time away;
Snuggled under the white top
Just as the gray mist clears,
Dreaming of other mornings
Back through a thousand years.
And then with a call that echoes
Drear as the funeral drum,
Cutting my heart to ribbons
The Reveille says "Come!”
It’s dawn on a winter morning,
With a red streak through the trees.
With me asleep in the blankets,
Dreaming of peace and ease;
Dreaming of days behind me,
Far from the khakied brave,
Far* from a stove unlighted
And a tent as cold as a grave;
And then with a blare that tosses
Its woe to the winter skies,
Tearing my soul to pieces—
The Reveille says “Rise!"
The guns of the Huns are one thing,
Part of a big day’s Joo;
The big gas shells are another,
Bringing their thrill o? throb;
Lite in a dugout's nothing
To bring on a ringing cheer.
But give me the big shells crashing,
Give me the guns to hear—
Give me the Huns’ worst answer.
Give me the charging drum
When out of the cold dawn's shadows
The Reveille says “Come;"
—Grantland Rice-
DON’T BE A KNOCKER
Don’t criticise your neighbor's faults
No matter what they do,
Don't ridicule the masses or
Malign the chosen few.
Don’t think yourself a censor for
The silly human flock,
And just remember' as you go
That any fool can knock.
Don't laugh at those who make mis
takes.
And stumble on the way,
For you are apt to follow them,
And almost any day.
Don’t think the other's shifting sands
While vou are solid Vock.
And don't forget, for Heaven's sake,
That any fool can knock.
Don’t be a puller down of fame.
On other men conferred.
-Don’t give a parting kick to _one
Who fell because he erred ■
Don’t think that you are perfect and
The only size in stock,
And now. once more, just bear m mind,
That any knock; *
GLORY ORSERVICE
(From Meditations of An Airman.)
a t Iyi’pelß. of tIRV the reveille
“-.ms 6f glory wakens me;
Across the long-enduringsea.
h new 3 n from a out the east?
AhSetl me! Can I slay the, Beast;
nr me where most glory lies.
cUe teTme how to win the prize-
I care not what the sacrifice.
No blaring trump ° r . r ° llil 'f drums
Rut as the rifle bullet hums.
White hot the answer burning comes,
And glaring down on bayonet —
Grim sire that corpses doth beget „
Made answer: “Soldier do not fret.
To have the Croix de Guerre,
Or fear thou wlllst no honors share.
For do thou but thy task wher’er
Thy duty lies or here or there.
Hour in. hour out, in midday glare
Or gloomy watch, in gassy “ ir -
When darkness deepens and despair
Would take thee captive. Do thou care
For Country, God. and Right and wear
The badge of service. Then the Cross of
War
Will not alone be thine but more
The Cross of Victory, ror thee
Through all the future years will be.
The wreath of life's eternity.
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Acron the tea
There comet the can
: Os France to me.
I hear the muffled, tender sound
Os little children, underground, ■
Denied, bereft of everything- \
The right to play, to learn mtd
Dear tittle child
Acron the tea,
I'll come to ting
And play with then.
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From over there,
I hear the call
From France in prayer-
The women calling for their mate,
Now widowed by the Hunt of Hates,
Brides, homeless, childless, all alone:
Are brooding o’er a pile of stone.
Heroic souls,
I’ll come to share
Thy bitter grief,
And blind despair.
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From over tea,
There comes sad sound Hl
From France to me • M
The painful plea of broken belle, \
Now shattered by Satanic shells ■
The war-sick wind, that wails and
whines
through battered walls of sacred
shrines.
O House of Prayer,
Where God's yet found,
I'll help to heal
Thy wicked wound.
IV.
Beyond the Seine,
I hear the cry
Os France in pain
pTie shrieks from shell-hole, trench
and wire.
Hen crazed by gas and liquid fire •
Dumb agonies from No-Man's Land
iww groans beneath thesurgeon’s hand. 1
O stricken land,
Where evils reign,
Thy call to me
Is not in vain.
Habry Wrbb Faibikgtow.
FINE! FINE! FINE!
‘‘The are looking fine, feeling fine
and doing fine." This is the reply an
American officer made when asked
upon his return from France how the
-khaki were getting along
THE CALL
Haire you heard your comrtdea
calling
From the country oversea?
Where the best of them are falling
That the worst of us be free.
There are many empty places
In the ranks that we must fill;
There are silent pleading faces—-
Can't you hear them calling still?
There are countless thousands dying
So that some of us can live,
And it’s no use you denying
That it’s not your place to give.
For that call rings out—you hear it
And it echoes in your heart.
Will you heed the call or fear it?
Sonny! will you do your part?
When the coming years are numbered,
Will your children, yet unborn,
Learn you shirked the call—or
slumbered?
Will you face their silent scorn?
Or. with proud eyes lit with glory,
Unashamed, with head unbent
Ab you tell life’s biggest story.
Will you say ‘‘Thank God, I went"?’*
In the dawn of freedom breaking
Through the war-night of the
world.
Noble hearts, with faith unshaking.
Keep our battle flag unfurled.
Will you help to keep it flying?
Guard the old Red, White and
Blue?
Send your answer, sonny, crying,
“I am coming over, too!”
' —H. Varley tn the Kansas City Star.
TOMMY ATKINS DOES MUCH
POLISHING Os EQUIP
MENT
II has been estimated that the Brit-
ish private spends three hours every
day polishing his equipment. This
may be an exaggeration but va-
riety of things which must receive his
attention in accordance with regula
tions is very large, and the exact paste
or preparation which is to be used in
each care is .carefully prescribed by the
war office.
There are five ration tins which have
to be shined with “bath brick.” But
tons and badges must be cleaned with
another preparation. The many brasses
of his equipment and the hand of his
bayonet are polished. For kit inspec
tion he polishes the backs of hs black
ing brushes, clothes brushes and hair
rushes, and even the insteps of the
soles of his duplicate pair of boots are
The Lenwood
RIGHT AT CAMP HANCOCK
Will Remain Open All Summer.
American and European Plan,
BEGINNING APRIL 15th, SPECIAL
REDUCED RATES FOR . THE
FAMILIES OF THE ARMY.
Club Breakfast 40c to SI.OO.
Table de Hote Lunch, SI.OO
Dinner, $1.50
—or A la Carte.
Music 7:00 to 8:30 p. m.
Sunday Evening Concerts.
BEAUTIFUL BALL ROOM.
Just the place to hold Balls, Social
Affairs, etc.
THE PATRONAGE OF THE
ARMY SOLICITED.
FOR SOLDIERS
Popular Prices Phone 6717 Sanitary
The New Barber Shop
Taylor & Miller, Proprietors
CIGARS AND COLD DRINKS
I . BATHS
Lenwood Hotel Camp Hancock
COMPLETE LINES OF JEWELRY AT
REASONABLE PRICES.
GUARANTEE JEWELRY COMPANY
Popular Price Jewelers.
976 Broad Street. Phone 484.
■■■£■■■■ I , | -
- FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS
—AT—
“THE PRETTIEST SHOP IN TOWN”
CONVENIENT TO ALL CARS.
STULB’ NURSERY
“Augusta’s Leading Florist.”
203 Eighth Street. “Just Off Broad.”
Phones—Nursery, 549. Store, 570.
treated. His metal wash basins must
be shined and the back of his Bible
cleaned. His knife, fork and spoon are
of a sort that quiskly tarnish, and
smart men never use them, but ke?p a
: duplcate set for use at tables. Many
■ also have duplicate brushes, socks, and
j shirts, so that the regulation kit may
i be always ready for inspection.
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