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 •Perhaps tijosc ttuo short bjorbs 
 
 JDon't sounb like much to pou; 
 Put tftep arc tljc entire bolitme, 
 
 ©t bnjat pou babe been thru. 
 
 Cijcp tell of Chateau QTbicrrp aub the Velse, 
 Sub mattp a brabc aub banug talc 
 
 <£>l the argonne, that terrible bell; 
 Where So manp of our brabc comrabes fell. 
 
 QFbep fell for a cause that bias lust aub true, 
 9inb to tljem a Ijeabp tribute is hue; 
 
 fflav <Pob rest ttjeir souls is our silent praper, 
 Jfor those tubo gabe their all— 
 "Up ©here." 
 
 iTIiia tiolmitc is brbicatrb to tlic memory of "£>ur ftiu 
 luiio aalit tlirir all 'Slip JTfjcrc". 
 
3n Commemoration of the Valor, jfortitnbc ano fecroisin of the 
 (Officers ana ittcn of "Our Company" bisplapeb on tlic Ijattleficlbei 
 of Jfrante, anb that their beebs map not ut forgotten in tlic rears 
 to conic, this uolumr is prcScntcb to ip.p comrabes toho ujitncsseb the 
 (treat achicUcincnts in the struggle for liberty. 
 
 Captain Haitian <+lcJf abben 
 
 Company 9. 308th 3nfantn> 
 
preface 
 
 Cue names! anb abbrrsscs in tins uoofc pou'll fmb 
 01 tomrabcs anb heroes, anb tljc uerses toe'ue rfipmeb; 
 
 $ick it up Sometimes, anb turn ouer a page 
 3)t Unll urrp i'oii poting as i>ou groU) olb Until age. 
 
 again it faring* uacu tJjr tljots anb tljr thrills 
 
 Of tljc long forrrb marches, the packs anb tijc brills; 
 
 Sub of ijoU) tljfSf urauc boi'S fougljt their luai' thru hell, 
 (Chen perhaps "another Storp" of Jfrance von can tell. 
 
 aip tiic -arum jsutbs" 
 
Drafted 
 
 After mi 
 
 ich extensi 
 
 ve training 
 
 With 1 
 We were 
 
 he bayone 
 ready for 
 
 [ and gun, 
 the taming 
 
 lor the army mobilizing 
 
 When the Draft was only new. 
 Then the boards were supervising 
 
 Selected men, to parley-voo. Of the Turks or mighty Hun. 
 
 Now a soldier for my country. Now we wailed transportation, 
 And truly mustered in. And at last we had a chance, 
 
 I could feel tli.' thrill of battle lint its ,„, exaggeration 
 
 And was anxious to begin. When I say, "in rainy France." 
 
 As the next tiling on (be program, Take for instance Chateau Thierry 
 We were marched behind the band, Where the Hun divisions fell, 
 
 With many thousands cheering, For they met the U. S. draft boy 
 We were ill the Army Grand. Wait for history, it will tell. 
 
 We paraded to the station, For the armistice they begged us. 
 
 Thin we traveled night and day. With our terms they must comply, 
 
 They had the M. P.'s there to , met us. Land of Freedom, Peace, and Justice, 
 
 Just to guide us on our way. Hoist Old Glory way up high. 
 
 Private John Wesley Ada 
 
OUR OFFICERS 
 
Our Officers 
 
 They are small, and they are tall, ' I.t. Girolomo is next in line, 
 
 And they always wear a grin, And every inch a soldier; 
 
 And whatever game we're playing We'll remember his smile a good long 
 
 They .are always in to win. while; 
 
 M.m ,1 improve as he grows older. 
 
 Now you take l.t. Morgan, 
 
 Vou want to wateh out when on guard, 
 For he comes ui. like a storm 
 
 I'hen comes l.t. Griffin, 
 
 He Sticks just like a sea,-. 
 If you don't know how to do things rig 
 
 He'll read VOU the I. i). R. 
 
 Then take our little fighting Hope, 
 
 With his everlasting grin. 
 It's a good thing that the Kaiser quit, 
 
 Or he'd went on to Berlin. 
 
 Now then- is our young l.t. Hess, 
 And at baseball lie's a whiz. 
 
 As a soldier he knows his biz. 
 
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HEADQUARTERS DETACHMENT 
 
Headquarters Detachment 
 
 PVT. JOHN W U I \< l 
 
 319 E. 85th St., New York City, X. Y. 
 When John gol paid in France 'twas said, 
 He'il get stewed quick then "knock 'em dea 
 
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 SUPPLY SGT. I II \XK O'LE VRY 
 939 Peace SI.. Pelham, X. Y. 
 
 Now 1 1' a Kloiisr x mi needed. 
 
 BUGLER SOLOMON EPPLER 
 
 Kill 1st Aw-.. New York City, V Y. 
 Some d ix they'll get the bugler, 
 
Headquarters Detachment Cc 
 
 RUNNER EARL A. DENNISON MECHANIC WALTER ROGERS 
 
 IS Crandal] St., Westfield, \. Y. 135 E. 93d St., New York City, X. Y. 
 
 A quiet sort of chap wis lie. At slinging tin- bull, 
 
 Liked his hardtack and also tea; II.- sure was g 1. 
 
 He lived in a sortava quiet mood, Vnd how he pit In be a mechanic 
 
 That he was married is understood. No one ever understood. 
 
 RUNNER ELMER LILLESKOV MECHANIC VLBERT GEORGE 
 
 Madison, .Minn. -'-'!» Nassau St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 
 Now when Elmer took an order Now if your watch was mi tin- bum, 
 
 You'd see a cloud of dust; And your gun was full of rust. 
 
 For promotion hi- was searching, \1 George would come a-running. 
 
 And he'd get there or he'd bust. lake hell he would or bust. 
 
 PVT. JOSEPH CHIRICHELLA RUNNER LOUIS SANTAMASINO 
 
 Sfl Mulberry St.. New York City. N. Y. 1 -' Do nek St., New York City. N. 
 
 .!,„. was a hear; ' Uways busy like a bee. 
 
 He was a real tough bird. And even ran in the mess line 
 
 RUNNER PVT. JAMES MURRAY colli'. ORIE LA CROIX 
 
 9-2 East End Ave.. New York City, N. Y. :!-'-' Wil t Ave., Bridgeport, Conn. 
 
 Little Jimmy Murray was an awful runt, I -a Croix was the boy wh iderstood 
 
 Pulled many a funnv' stunt. And even some'of the school mesdames 
 
That Hik< 
 
 Hey, Fellows!— 
 Remember the time 
 
 The Kaiz' got wise 
 And took to the Rhi 
 
 Well, we don,- our five .lays' guard, 
 
 In the cold "Up There,'" 
 And we'll never forget our billet, 
 
 Well, we were at Raucourt, 
 
 Waitin' returns- 
 And on the eleventh of N'on 
 
 The w ar adjourns. 
 
 Then cam,' a rush order, 
 "Roll packs right away.' 
 
 As we'd parade in New York 
 On Christmas Day. 
 
 Then gladly we mounted 
 Oar packs on our back, 
 
 An, I with a song in our hearts 
 We started back. 
 
 Only ti) he stopped 
 
 At Ouches next day, 
 Ami told to go up to Mouz 
 
 So tor six days - 
 
 ve hiked 
 
 Till we came t 
 
 o Floren', 
 
 Ami 1 guess yo„ 
 
 vi member, 
 
 We una- damn 
 
 near all in. 
 
 Hut we were gob 
 
 [g home 
 
 So we didn't gi 
 
 ve a rap, 
 
 As we had been ti 
 
 ) the Front 
 
 And were used 
 
 to that. 
 
That Hike Continued 
 
 Our Captain 
 
 But when we got (Moused— 
 Oh, Boy ! how we swore — 
 
 For they hiked us to Les Isalets, 
 Which was twelve kilos, or more. 
 
 Then early and bright 
 
 The very next day. 
 We continued "That Hike" 
 
 On to "Broadway." 
 
 Well, for nine days we hiked 
 
 Up and down hills. 
 Till finally we landed 
 
 In Pointlaville. 
 
 Why grumble now ? 
 
 You know it's all oxer. 
 And no doubt you're back home 
 
 In the land of clover. 
 
 So whenever you think 
 
 That thing's are going tough, 
 .lust remember "THAT HIKE" bo 
 
 "THAT'S ENOUGH." 
 
 Now C'a 
 
 Mi 
 
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 us would give us hell. 
 t things done with a si 
 hi stand for us sbootii 
 
 When dri 
 He'd alway: 
 And neve 
 crap. 
 Now on "That Hike" we know it's true. 
 
 He hiked along with me and you, 
 But while in Sable he wouldn't hike. 
 Just as long as he could borrow some 
 "Frog's" bike. 
 
 Now when "Homeward Bound" I'm son 
 to say. 
 We didn't see him one single day, 
 Dame Rumor had it that some young 
 
 11 in- 
 
 Had stolen 
 "Now. Captai 
 
 In II, 
 
 1' reports like that are 
 true. 
 The "Bucks" all send regards to you, 
 For I ho at times you'd rave and cuss, 
 We can't forget you wi re one of us. 
 
 "Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
Co))niac Alley 
 
 Now this "Coyniac Alley" 
 Was the Sergeants' Retn a1 ; 
 
 It was some hot place 
 And hard to beat. 
 
 It was located in a \ illage 
 
 That was named Pointlavillt' 
 
 And there the Sergeants li\ ed 
 Behind the "Gin Mill." 
 
 It tins "Sergeants' Retreat" 
 
 You desired to inter ; 
 You'd stroll down t lie alley 
 
 Near the Cat,' Des Center. 
 
 All were welcome 
 
 In this hole in the wall: 
 
 Onlv von had to keep buying, 
 Or they'd say "Cut the' Stall.'' 
 
 Then our Frank Gambedella 
 
 Would beat it .away ; 
 Ami bring hack Gilmartin, 
 
 With some beer on a tray. 
 
 Then Driscoll would start singing, 
 
 "Well I ami not weary yet;" 
 And Davis would start yowling. 
 
 We're "Alabama Bound," you bet! 
 An' with the aid of "01' Brown Mule,' 
 
 Mauser. Meyers and our Rech-el; 
 Would mimic the farmers of I-O-WA. 
 
 And give poor Sergeant Ford hell. 
 Then in would stroll Johnson and 
 Anderson. 
 
 The noblest of all Irish Suedes; 
 
 While Janitor Ells took care of oui 
 
 needs. 
 Then "Society Slim Randall'' would reci 
 "The Shooting of Dan MeGrew;" 
 
 An' we'd all take a drink to his health 
 And proceed to continue tile stew. 
 
 Now many a queer tale 
 
 Could be told of the place; 
 
 But I'd better quit now. 
 
 Or the whole bunch I'll disgrace. 
 
 "Buck Private" McColh 
 
I 
 
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 THE FIRST PLATOON 
 
The First Platoon 
 
 PVT. JOHN BRANT PVT. W1I.1.IWI S. LEW 
 
 North Powder, Oregon. Vllard, Mont.,,,;,. 
 
 Big John Branl from Oregon, n man we all Here is a bird who always 
 
 know well, He looked might\ sleepy I) 
 For he drank up barrels of eovniac and raised 
 
 Particular hell. PVT. GEORGE DALTON 
 
 PVT. ERH Mil) LISELL Copper Hills, rem. 
 
 Malung, Minn. George comes from ;i v i 1 
 
 Hard as nails and full of pep. Hills. 
 
 But on a march always out of step. Whirl, is far from France 
 PVT. ERNEST \V. DEMM \ 
 
 Glasgow, Missouri. PVT. MAJOR COLLINS 
 
 He was a quiet sortav. -k. Jesup, Ga. 
 
 And our company mystery. How in hell 1 1.< v named 1 
 
 He came from old Missouri, than I can sec. 
 
 The land of "Why show me?" For he is a rear rank "h 
 
 SGT. RALPH W. PHELPS 
 Walker, fowa. Route 
 
 'VT. ARCHIE FUl-'.DliK kSHS ""''. '" '" "P """ "" ,[ 
 
 Wellington, Kansas. > """'' 
 
 U ducking details was hard to beat. But what the 'II, Bill, what the "11. 
 
First Platoon Continued 
 
 SGT. FORNEY B. MINTZ 
 
 Ash, N. C. 
 X.uv Forney as a soldier wi 
 
 bold, 
 Bui about Ins M. 1'. battles - 
 
 \tic1 whether nigh 
 ,m1 always borrov 
 \ii.l say, "What 8 
 
 lUtiful .lax 
 
 CORP. GEORGE I'.. COXNELL 
 
 Grundy Center, Iowa. 
 A swell dame one day took Georg 
 \iul George never lei on he was d 
 
 farm. 
 But with a faraway look in bis n 
 He kidded her on with Iowa Mrs. 
 
 >IS 
 
 
 When il comes to gargl 
 
 I'm here to tell 
 That .lake was the boy 
 
 That could sure- give 
 
 1'VT. WILLIE CREEL 
 
 307 Edna St., Hattiesburg, 
 Willie was a boxer, but knew not 
 Of whipping vin rouge before he' 
 
 PVT. GEORGE JOHNSON 
 
 Hector, Minn. 
 Now George was a member of the 
 
 "The Buck," 
 Never late for reveille, but always 
 
 PVT. CLAY E. JOLLY 
 
 .Martin, Tenn. 
 Clay E. Jolly was a merry old s 
 
 But when it came to women 
 Oh! Boy! Look out! 
 
 WJ 
 
 LLIAM E. WOODS 
 bee, Arizona. 
 
 en make an Apache ds 
 
 KHY L. CRONIN 
 
 •i care for the liars in 
 champion of our mes 
 
First Platoon Continued 
 
 And this 
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 PVT. AXEL I). JENSEN 
 
 Storten, Minn. 
 We never heard n man before, 
 
 Like Alex in his slumber; 
 ['or when 1m- started in to snore 
 
 II sounded jus! like thunder. 
 
 PVT. lli VNCIS MeGINNIS 
 
 :«1 Central St., Watertown, \. V. 
 Mc was as Scotch as Black and White, 
 
 T. liOKKKT C'OI.l'MliO 
 
 l.\ a terrible mistake; Co 
 
 ime, and bis place he did Wi 
 
 •VT. YLFRED CLAHK 
 
 •VT. WILLIE GREEN 
 
 Augusta, Vrkansas. 
 Cow Willi.- lived in Ar-kai 
 
 '\ T. .1 \KV, l.OVl-'.l. WI'. 
 
 ■i- such 
 dough. 
 
First Platoon Continued 
 
 "Bully Beef 
 
 PVT. 11KNKV P. QUAM I love mv Canned Bill, I never knew 
 
 Wolf Point, Mont. How good that stuff could taste in stew; 
 
 Wild and wooly was this boy from the West, I | ove it hot, I love it cold, 
 When recking Gin Mills he was a1 his best. Corned Willie never will grow old. 
 
 PVT. ROLLONA LITTLE KI.K v "" walk ill! " ll "' kitchen 
 
 Ft. Thompson, S. Dak. When you're thru a hard morning's drill, 
 
 Clor u water was Little Elk's line, And you get your old mess kit 
 
 Vnd the way he used to dope ,1 ''' m ' (i "V witll old corn "Bill." 
 
 Made il anything but fine. [t (lnvrs awav vo|n . troubles, 
 
 And tlio' you're far across the sea. 
 
 PVT. ALEX J. LENTZ It's the thing that licked the Kaiser 
 Walling, rexas. hl om . fight r ,„. Liberty. 
 
 And the Texas plains he "knew; Tho' they call it our iron rations 
 
 Vnd go! on i \ a stew. It's .always with yon when your,- hungry 
 
 And tills your face with smiles. 
 
 Revill °' S - Dak - And on top it would always be, 
 
 Revillo! Revillo! Where have I heard that And I don't see whatever keeps them 
 
 "'""'■'■ From giving Hill a 1). S. C. 
 
 \h, yes! 'twas our old Vnthom that brought 
 
 the town it's fame. Private John Burns 
 
An Irish Soldier's Dream 
 
 Paddy stood at the gates of Heaven, Now first lie asked for Ins clog tags, 
 But only in a dream, And, "Were you deloused today?" 
 
 ' . , But the guard found him still in good ordei 
 
 it , is trusty on us s.ioo er, ^ ^ ^ ^^ Company A 
 
 His face with smiles agleam. 
 
 Now Pat had several days fasted, 
 As doughboys do on the line, 
 
 With its steps reaching oul into space, "Let's chow, sure it must be time." 
 
 When the guard gave him. "Halt," Paddv 
 
 trembled, ''''"" ^dy gre, weak from hunger, 
 
 And the smiles disappeared from Ins ^Sl-l^lr^Zi '""'' 
 
 But before the call had ended 
 "Fall out and rest, there's no gin mills, |>„,„. p a1 | l;l( l fell from the sky. 
 
 And the guard he spoke with authority. "Firs! call! Com,- hoys! Up High! 
 
 And started Pat's record to trace. Private John Wesleij Adams. 
 

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The Second Platoon 
 
 PVT. GEORGE CANTRELL 
 
 Blueridge, Texas. 
 George came from a ridge that was vei 
 And while in France was oil many a ste 
 
 ,,,,,, 
 
 1>\ "1 
 
 Now 
 
 Hut 
 
 '. WM. SCHIESLER 
 
 South St. Paul. Minn. 
 Bill was always S. ( ). 
 what the 'ell. Bill, what 
 
 (are ( 
 
 '.en. Del. 
 
 PVT. GROVER CRAWFORD 
 
 Harfield, Arkansas. 
 While Grover was over in a place called 
 1 1.' let booze alone and never took a cha 
 
 
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 Now 
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 . CLAUDE \V. MARS 
 Eunice, New Mexico. 
 
 id failed to close the bi 
 
 H VLL 
 
 • It; 
 
 ■ .-ranks. 
 
 It. 
 
 ui fall . 
 
 ■anks. 
 
 ('OKI'. DAN G \I.I. AC.HKK 
 
 :t;> Simmons St., Newport, H. I. 
 Now Dan was an orator brave and bol 
 And many a tale of the war he told; 
 The Dutchmen la- would slam and damn. 
 \nd for that we named him "ArgontK 
 
 ■ Dan." 
 
 l'V'l 
 
 '. AUGUST JOHNSO> 
 
 SI rat lor. 1, Iowa. 
 "top" said. " August, y 
 ,<■ you are full of beer 
 
 Hit. 
 
 PVT. JOHN G. HOLLINGSWORTH 
 
 Newton. Miss. Route No. 1. 
 
 
 Hut 
 
 VilgUSt said. "It ean'l 
 Ay tank Ay sehtay 
 
 he don. 
 raight h 
 
 ere !" 
 
 He's om- of two brothers from "wav dowi 
 Vnd knows the meaning of that word dr 
 
 i South. 
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 '. JOHN WESLEY VI 
 Elk Creek, California, 
 
 )A.MS 
 
 
 An' awful tight with his hard earned dough. ,-";"" .,-'>, rt ." j-,,'" tl , ",'t Your ...at 
 
 PVT. DOMINCO M UiLEY 
 
 Blenco Iowa PVT. PATRICK SULLIVAN 
 
 Marlev is from the Ian, I of barlev, isi Franklin St., New York City, N. Y. 
 
 Ami a town in Iowa. Now one da> in the mess line. 
 He was one of Inland's own, Pat sneaked ahead of me; 
 
 Hut still he looked like a jav. Uways there for seconds 
 
 A hungry boy was he. 
 
Second Platoon Continued 
 
 SGT. OLIVER RANDALL SGT. ED. LA DUKE 
 
 BARNARD, X. C. 37 W. 3rd St., New Albany, Ind. 
 
 "Societj Slim" was very well known, Did we know this bird? Well, I say yes; 
 
 Was long and lean and traveled alone; Twas „„ ,,,,,„„( ,,,■ his feet and vou know 
 
 And if you found him on a stew, rest . 
 
 He'd recite the "Shooting of Dan McGrew." 
 
 PVT. KNOCK CHRISTENSON 
 
 SCI'. PHILIP IlECHEL „•.. \v. 66th St., New York City, X. V. 
 
 141 St. Annis Vve., Bronx, N. Y. C, N. Y. 'Twas always gimme, gimme, 
 
 Vt drilling platoons he sure was a bear. win, his hand held our for more; 
 
 there. Would make an angel sore. 
 
 1.1'. PHILANDER M. GIROLAMO P y T . HARRY ALLEN 
 
 1636 Pilgrim Ave., New York Citv, X. V. Kreewater Oreffon 
 
 ■ said to get funds fr 
 'Was Hi,- toughesl th 
 
 >\V \l!l) SHE \ 
 1 Jackson Vve., New York Citv, X. Y. 
 
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 Until the in 
 
 Who 
 
 could d 
 
 rink more th 
 
 an this l.ii 
 
 d; 
 
 \ml th 
 
 ■ things 
 
 he said whei 
 
 i he was s 
 
 tewed, 
 
 Were 
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 realb, i 
 H'C.H 1 
 
 ght} hai 
 
 [uite absurd. 
 
 ■:. HAGAN 
 [owa. Koul 
 
 e No. 3. 
 
 is bum, 
 
 mess time-. 
 
 
Second Platoon Continued 
 
 CORP. THOMAS M VXXIXG PVT. .1 VCOB C. HOLLIXGSWOR'I 
 
 Hartsdale, \. V. S'ewton, Miss. Route Vo I 
 
 He used to chew tobacco, N'o mustache adorns his lovely face. 
 
 And he'd spil si any place; Vs he lost it in our mess hall race. 
 
 \iul if you failed to watch your step, 
 
 It would land upon your face. PVT. VXTHOXY HIDUCK 
 
 PVT. WILLIAM WILSON '""' """" alwa . v = I" 1 " 1 " 1 ""'■ 
 \ name of fame is Will's las! name. 
 
 \llll IHll 
 
 PVT. THOM \S DIM s 
 PVT. EDWARD HARRIGAN WO Mill We., Tempe, \. 
 
 1577 Clarkson Ave., Denver, (' rado. When Tommy Inst his old timi 
 
 Would you believe me if 1 was to sa\ He enlisted in the Vrmv's I), 
 
 PVT. GROVEIt C. PLEMIXG PVT. CARL BLOOM 
 
 Bethpage, Tennessee. Ouray! Coiorad. 
 
 \ow Grover is from Tennessee, I arl would lei out a s 
 
 And loved Ins army beans. When in France he\ 
 
 He couldn't do "port anus" so well, But he was smiles froi 
 
 But was hell on digein' latrines. The da\ we sailed a 
 
Second Platoon Continued 
 
 PVT. OTTO UTT 
 
 Stonington, Colorado 
 I'tt was the boy that sure 
 And always late when the) 
 Never had time for anyth 
 
 could eat, 
 blew rel real ; 
 ing, 
 
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 No 
 
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 T. WREN H. H1I.1.IA 
 
 Dover, Tenn. Route 
 
 w how in the hell they ni 
 
 s .1 mystery to all of us. 
 • Wren is no bird but .1 
 ind always kicked up a 
 
 PVT. LEON MOXLEY 
 
 169 Grove St., Gouve 
 
 rneur, N. V. 
 
 PV 
 
 T. CHARLES WINDLI 
 103 Devoe St., Brookl 
 Voorhi. 
 
 Moxlej was very quiet, 
 
 
 Chi 
 
 irles he liked the Army, 
 
 Vnd even at the drill call 
 You'd always find him . 
 
 nit. 
 
 An 
 
 lut said inspection was a 
 
 ll.iuld he allowed t.) sine. 
 
 ildier absurd, 
 
 PVT. IIAHHY K. WII.BEH ' x '• '" "' vill.tt.ii 
 
 ,'i.ii'M.. Montana Ave.. Billings, Montana. Springhrld, Minn. 
 
 White in the daytime and black at night, N '" w ,l,,s D1 8 lll,k ' '' Springfield, 
 
 \s a minstrel man he was sun- a sight; r Was ^ chummy as he could be; 
 
 Then had to stand the officers' gaff. \" cl landed in Germany. 
 
 PVT. MAURICE HOFFMAN' 
 
 PVT. JOSEPH HOLAN 103 Avenue B, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Bricelyn, Minn. Now Maurice had a mighty soft job, 
 
 Now Joe as you well know, He was our captain's striker and' his boots he 
 
 Was a soldier brave and bold; daub; 
 
 Uways grumbled about his chow, His pants he'd press and you know the rest. 
 
 And never done what he was told. lh\\ fall oul then and take a rest. 
 
Second Platoon Continued Fvfrp^ 
 
 PVT. ELVA MASON Ko |>] • grace the names that follow, 
 
 Mason never was ;i rum soak, 
 
 
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 'VT. GEORGE MANSOX .,..,. ','■ " . j" 1 ' ',.?.. W ?'', ','.!. ' Sl ',' • .,." 1!'' "J."'..' ..';, 
 
 341 Easl 39th St.. New York City, N. V. Tlle l)0 .. , 
 
 PVT. III'. 
 
 
 'VT. FRED WRIGHT II,, 
 
 PVT. II AKOl.l) WOH'I 
 
 East Lynne, Connc 
 
 Now here is a man from 
 
 lYrh:t].s'hr\ a hero, or p 
 Hut on.- thine sure he eo 
 
 \1:iIi:mii; 
 
AliADE IX SABLE, FRANCE 
 
The Parade 
 
 Listed Wrong 
 
 In Sable 01 
 We had 
 
 We marched along the cobblestones. 
 
 Up to the great Church door, 
 Our bands were plaving sacred tunes, 
 
 Slow march, one, two, three, four. 
 
 II,. v lined ii- up for half a mile, 
 Two lines to guard their street. 
 
 And then the Frogs march l.v and sn 
 As the Yankee boys they meet. 
 
 The great procession marches In. 
 
 And church hymns now are played 
 While won on guard and wonder wl 
 
 Their priest was sn ,1. laved. 
 
 At last thev did get started, 
 Hut it took the whole half day. 
 
 Good ..Id Frogs with smiles departed 
 As we played Mars, ill. s. Yankee w 
 
 Private John Wesleu Ada 
 
 Nor quit his old-time friend to tag, 
 
 At some more influential heel. 
 The yellowest cur I ever knew, 
 
 Was, to the ho\ who loved him, true. 
 I've never known a dog to fake 
 
 Affection for a present gain; 
 A fake display of love to make, 
 
 Some little favor to attain. 
 
 Who seemed to be what he was not. 
 Bui I've I wn a dog to fighl 
 
 With all his strength to shield Ins friend; 
 And whether wrong or whether right. 
 
 To sti.k with him unto tl„- ,,„]. 
 No dog, however mean or rude, 
 
 Is guilty of ingratitude. 
 The dog ,s listed with the dumb. 
 
 No voice has he to speak his creed; 
 
 B\ faithful conduct and bv deed. 
 He shows, as seldom mortals do, 
 Thai high ideal of being true. 
 
George Manson's Billet 
 
 Now in a place named Pointlaville, 
 
 Then the p< 
 
 Which was a quaint little town, 
 
 And Will 
 
 Was Located George Manson's billet, 
 
 Then the fir 
 
 A place (if great renown. 
 
 in a sti 
 
 There was fun galore mi the billet floor, 
 
 Yes. ever 
 
 With Mans,,,, in tin- lead, 
 
 They sang a 
 
 While Wilber mixed his famous punch, 
 
 
 Whirl, gave them all tin ir speed. 
 That eventful night we'll not forget, 
 
 Until it « 
 And most oi 
 
 As all of the squad were there, 
 Thev were singing, "We Ain't Got Wearv 
 Yet," 
 
 Oh! Boa 
 Nine o'clock 
 
 And. "This Life, II Sure Is a Bear." 
 Prezziozi, our Grand Opera Gazuf, 
 Assisted by Dines, Adams and Roat, 
 
 When in ua 
 
 "Now, wl 
 
 To Demaric 
 
 "(In. get 
 
 And I'll soo 
 
 And deal 
 
 Now from e 
 
 Started in to singing Miller's "Sweetheart" 
 Which almost got our goats. 
 
 Thm the door would softlv open, 
 And much to their surprise; 
 
 Would be standing "Buck Private" 
 McCollum, 
 
 Manson a 
 
 With a "Gimme a Drink Look" in his 
 
 To char 
 
 Corporal Manson for me. 
 n find out why there was win 
 i up this mystery." 
 arly morn till late at night, 
 
 Company's new latrenes, 
 
 up the mystery. 
 
 "Buck Private" McCollui 
 
The Non-Comms Bal 
 
 "['was held in the Cafe Des Amis. They brought some numbers that were 
 
 It I remember right, hummers, 
 
 And th.n- .-ill the non-coms gathered, And the crowd they sure did please, 
 
 In spite of the snowy night. So the wine was passed which they drank 
 
 very fast, 
 But the minstrelites thev done "At 
 
 Then the minstrelites un-camaflouged, 
 
 And soon they too were feeling fine, 
 As Hi. wine was flowing strong. 
 
 There urn 
 
 V. 
 
 VI. 
 
 C 
 
 . A. 
 
 girls froi 
 
 every w 
 
 her 
 
 
 
 
 
 In charge 
 
 of 
 
 M 
 
 
 Cot 
 
 trell, 
 
 Some were 
 
 kitt 
 
 eni 
 
 sh 
 
 oth 
 
 ers quiet. 
 
 And som< 
 
 «, 
 
 :re 
 
 fu 
 
 11 of 
 
 hell. 
 
 The regime] 
 
 
 
 ■ch 
 
 estr 
 
 a, 
 
 Was in ii 
 
 > 1 
 
 iro 
 
 
 ' I' 1 
 
 
 And when t 
 
 he 
 
 
 L-C 
 
 oms 
 
 swung t 
 
 ladies, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 They cerl 
 Then from 
 
 the 
 
 iy 
 
 II, 
 
 
 of the ni| 
 
 rhere ca 
 
 me 
 
 an 
 
 :n 
 
 d'ul 
 
 screetch. 
 
 And the mil 
 
 istr 
 
 rill 
 
 :es 
 
 arr 
 
 ived in in 
 
 Their son 
 
 gs 
 
 an< 
 
 
 okes 
 
 . to teach 
 
 Tliei 
 
 Ai 
 
 ie lights were turned out, all except one, 
 And the first thing we knew the '•(..•and 
 March" was on. 
 
Klon-Comms Ball Continued 
 
 Bugle Cal 
 
 
 As thev marched around in circles, 
 In the .lark without a light. 
 
 The tables they were groaning, 
 
 From the mass of food placed there, A bugle blows for recall. 
 
 An' you could hear the corks a-popping, \ n ,| ; , bugle blows for chow 
 
 Then one brave Looey stood aloof, And. "Com,- to quarters now." 
 
 And started to recite, 
 
 A story of the Arctic needs. The bugle Mows for pay-dav, 
 
 And the lure of the Northern Light. At retreat there's always' two 
 
 Then in the midst of their jamboree, A bugle blows for guard mount, 
 
 Along about five in the morn. And. "Sound Off" at review. 
 They all were started homeward. 
 
 By a bugler's noisy horn. When taps are blown you go to bed. 
 
 Now some wonderful tales will be told. A " lla - V ■ VOU ll;1V *' 1 "' , ' n braVe ' 
 
 Of our non-coms' ball "Over There," l!llt should you die before you wake. 
 
 And well remember it all our lives, They'll even blow "taps'' o'er your 
 
 For as a "Ball," it "Sure was a Bear." srave . 
 
 "Buck Private" McCollum. Private John Wesley Adams. 
 
Halt! Who's There? 
 
 The ran, came down in a sheet, Right on him I will pounce. 
 
 I found me a cozv corner I'll give him., "Halt! Who's there. Stand 
 
 Hut never intended to sleep. still 
 
 Now , 
 In spite lit' my good intentions, 
 
 I dozed off into space 
 And dreamed I was wearing mi civies, When vou're standin 
 
 Way bark in my old horn, place. And" the s ,1 
 
 
 Cooties 
 
 [ awoke with a sigh, and was startled. Ain't it Hell?- well. I'll sav so! 
 
 As I tried to stand on my feet, |„ the lines the bovs were diggin' 
 
 I'd forgot where I'd plan, I my rifle, With their shovels to get in ; 
 
 When I took my cozy seat. While the "Cootie" rigged his digger 
 
 With Iiis rig for digging in. 
 
 Now the captain stands before me, Al the Front tin Major, had 'em 
 
 He was officer of the day, Every Captain raised his share; 
 
 Gee whiz! how ho bawled mo for sleeping, But there sure was 11,11 a-poppin 1 
 
 I'll never forget the day. When a "Buck" had one to spare 
 
 \o» even nation has them. 
 
 My name an, I post number h, wanted, The greal ones ami the small; 
 
 Ami General Orders loo. Hut for "rain," and "Naughtv" cooties. 
 
 By the counts he gave me the manual, Rainv France, she leads them all. 
 
 In the morning at half past two. Private John Wesley Mams. 
 
LOST BATTALION" PLAYEES 
 
Our Show Bunk* 
 
 You'll have to hurry, hurry, hurry. Then i :s the Georgia Minst 
 
 To see the sights within; ' > s another terrible hoax. 
 
 As the curtain started raisin-. For the f " rl . v some " (!l1 memb< 
 
 Speiler Holcomb would begin. 
 
 Arc but Wilber and Mac 
 
 a iio\. 
 
 See Jack in the Box the human worm. ],, ., 
 
 Crawl thru the eye of a needle, And (,, 
 
 And hear our officers' quartet Alul 
 Sing hi-diddle de-diddle de-beedle. 
 
 You're Still an Old Sweet] 
 Is sunn' in sweet refrain. 
 By our famous Bunkem Qi 
 
 The show is on .and in steps Gephard, 
 
 Who's doing an act in "Dutch". That 
 
 And you laugh and roar at gags galore. 
 That are pulled with the aid of a crutch 
 
 Then comes a -rami assembly, 
 For the show is nearly o'er, 
 Sweetheart, Sweetheart, Sweetheart, A,l(1 as they sing "Goodnight Y, 
 
 Is the song that you are 
 
 And Private Mi 
 
 igmg. 
 
 kies", 
 All the patrons leave by the door 
 
 In a way that's quite endearing. "Buck Private" McColh 
 
Extras 
 
 I- or they were hiding m some quiet ho 
 
 PVT. LESTER WEIL PVT. JOS 
 
 134 Dorchester Rd., Buffalo, X. V. 14 M 
 
 l''irst Class Private was Lester's rank. 
 And about liis rifle lie sure was a crank. 
 
 CORP. THEO. MEYERS 
 
 Central Islip, L. I., 
 
 lie twists and squirms like 
 
 When he tries to loop II, 
 Hut the best he don,-, and 
 
 Was to crawl thru a JO 
 
 PVT. JOSEPH H00KE1 
 
 Coopertown, ( Ikla. 
 I le never had ambition to < 
 Ami sold him ammunition 
 of 1 ze. 
 
 PVT. KM II. STYAERT 
 11 UNt St., Argentin 
 
 Belgium ' Belgium ' was his 
 
 That's the place for which 
 
 \ou joe win 
 Bu1 none of 
 
 d kill 
 
 ■d a l„ 
 
 . LAP 
 
 A YET 
 
 Glen 
 
 wood, .- 
 
 yetto 
 
 from \ 
 
 some 
 
 soldier 
 
 •VT. JOSEPH BUY \\ I .. . . . ... .,' 
 
 Oyster Bay, L. I., X. Y. "'" • " seen ranee, 
 
 le was for grape juice most the time. s " >"' wil1 S ladl J ,r " >'"" when ne f i ' ,-ts 
 mil never saved a single dime. chance. 
 
Extras 
 
 PVT. RAY T. MURPHY 
 
 Vshland, Oregon. 
 Vow Rav is one of those 
 
 PVT. GEXIXO \BBOTT 
 
 [59 L.-ihi-i -ii.-i- St.. Lawrence, " 
 S'ow Vbbott was our pastrj cook, 
 
 liul nearlj billed our gallant bovs, 
 
 With the biscuits that he'd make. 
 
 PVT. HERBERT I I 1/1' VTRICK 
 
 Scotville, X. Y. Box us. 
 
 Ill' Kol'.l'.lfT MAY 
 
 'VT. P \S(M M.I.K I. A HI. VXC 
 30 Hamilton Square, N. Y. ('.. 
 
 
 'VT. S VIA \ 1 >< » ] i 1 ; C VRDILLE 
 
 3 Mulbern St., Xew Vork Citv, V V 
 
 PVT. Willi \M C. SMITH 
 
 166 W. 107th St., Xew York City. V > . 
 \ bass solo Bill would sing, 
 U>out the seas and the deep: 
 
Extras 
 
 hat follow, 
 quiet hollow. 
 
 PVT. WILLIAM SHERMAJ 
 
 Tst Dawson St., New Y< 
 
 Sherman said that "war was 
 
 But ask our Sherman now. 
 
 Vnd this is what he'll tell vi 
 
 "That word hell falls short 
 
 1>VT. WILLIE LINDS \v 
 
 
 
 
 Cuthbert, 
 
 Ga 
 
 
 
 
 
 Xow Willi,- was 
 
 a 
 
 soldier, 
 
 
 
 
 From 'waj di 
 
 iwn 
 
 Sunm S' 
 
 >ut 
 
 h; 
 
 
 t le u^tci to (Mis- 
 
 ; th 
 
 e raiii in 
 
 Fi 
 
 •aim 
 
 
 Vnd |ira\ for 
 
 an 
 
 old-time < 
 
 Iro 
 
 nth. 
 
 
 SGT. ALBERT 
 
 1 ( 
 
 iRD 
 
 
 
 
 Boone, Io 
 
 W.I. 
 
 
 
 
 
 \\ Left the old 
 
 hoi 
 
 ne and in 
 
 otl 
 
 kt. 
 
 
 And kissed th 
 
 e fi 
 
 rni mule 
 
 n>» 
 
 nlliy 
 
 ,.. 
 
 \nd now he mo 
 
 pes 
 
 around ' 
 
 'Ri 
 
 Mll\ 
 
 F 
 
 And often wo 
 
 nd.- 
 
 rs why. 
 
 
 
 
 COUP. FRED STEIXBRl XXKIt 
 
 500 W. U-'d St., XY» Vork City, t 
 To the Personnel Department in France 
 
 si-nt. 
 And that's when- most of his time was 
 A hundred mistakes he made every da 
 But he never gave even a rumor away. 
 
 CHAPLAIN JOHN' R. WILLIAMS 
 
 Martin, Georgia. 
 On Sunday morn he would require. 
 Our presence in his goodly choir, 
 
 \ml there we sat and listened well, 
 To the Christian stories he would tell. 
 
 PVT. OBERT G \RNKS 
 
 Mabel, Minn. R. F. I). No. 1. 
 
 Where the wolves howl out ill the lonely night, 
 And the stars shin,- bright thru the rain; 
 
 There lives Obert, that hoy of might, 
 Who crabbed till he gave us a pain. 
 
 PVT. RICHARD PENNOYER 
 
 44S E. tsth St., New York City, X. V. 
 From the city of a million wonders. 
 
 He joined us without a wail, 
 For he landed in a job very soft, 
 
 Where he could manage to stay out of jail. 
 
 PVT. CHARLES OLSEN 
 
 7:S7 L\l St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 Now Charlie lives in Brooklyn, 
 
 A town far from the West, 
 lie doesn't care tor French drinks. 
 
 For he likes root beer the best. 
 
Embarking 
 
 An April i. 
 
 Along about 
 
 We were all an 
 
 dreams, 
 
 Bv the bugh 
 
 I ..til we thol we'< 
 
 isant lint finally we reach 
 
 Where thev hoistec 
 
 
 We loaded witli packs still i 
 
 Our rifles in one hand; 
 And Hi, ticket system thai aw. 
 And there we stood with packs on backs, Was absolutely -rand. 
 
 Till we tin. I we'd all drop dead. 
 
 Al lasl we landed in our bunks, 
 
 lint finally we started hiking Bv then il was ten in the moi 
 
 Along that long and dusty trail, Vnd then we laid dead to the , 
 
 Along towards n we arrived in Brest, Wishing we had never been 1 
 
 From where our ship would sail. 
 
 No regrets we left behind us, 
 
 d nothing on us I ran tell 
 
 '' '"" I The good old I . S. A. 
 
 a hell. "Bud, Private" McColh 
 
Manning's Eating Squad 
 
 They are full of life ai 
 
 nl ginge] 
 
 
 And they're always 
 
 on the ji 
 
 ih. 
 
 \VI,v they never miss 1 
 
 he mess 
 
 line 
 
 With their weak an< 
 
 1 hungry 
 
 sol,. 
 
 For blocks you can hi 
 
 :ar thnn 
 
 coming 
 
 As they plod up th 
 
 e kitchen 
 
 i street : 
 
 With Corp. Manning 
 
 yelling, 
 
 
 "Hey! When in th. 
 
 ; Hi ii do 
 
 we i at 
 
 Tlu-u you'll see some i 
 
 ,-erv fast 
 
 walkiu: 
 
 As First Class Priv 
 
 ate' Utt, 
 
 
 Starts double-timing t 
 
 o the kit 
 
 (•hi ii 
 
 To fill up his empty 
 
 gut. 
 
 
 While all the boys are 
 
 rati,,!.. 
 
 
 And kicking about t 
 
 he stew; 
 
 
 The cunks are snappei 
 
 1 to attei 
 
 ition 
 
 And they serve "ou 
 
 r Adams 
 
 " too. 
 
 Hut when the "seconds" fall in lim 
 
 You can tell where they are going 
 As they're always led by Burns. 
 
 And while vou're I. 
 Pvt. Lind will st 
 
 And yells, "Fall in for thirds;" 
 Fall m on him in herds. 
 
 But no matter how well vou feed thnn. 
 Even to pie, chicken and meat; 
 
 And the K. P.'s think they're thru; Yelling "Hey! When in the Hell do 
 
 In shambles that greaseball Miller eat." 
 
 For his share of slum-gullion stew. Private Join, Bui 
 
TKots 
 
 Those Thots! Those Thots ! thai come... I can see him plain' as can be; 
 
 To blind forever those memories \ layin' 'Out There" a crumpled heap, 
 
 To live once more as I did befon I can hear the "big uns" screech an 
 
 In peace and quiet and rest, scream, 
 
 And to just forget for a little while, As they go flying o'er mv head, 
 
 That it took from my life th« best. An' they seem to say both night and day, 
 
 Remember, the dead- the dead! 
 At night, when all is quiet, 
 
 ^ And I'm lying alone in bed, An' sometimes I think as I sit here alone, 
 
 There comes like a vision a motion picture, That perhaps it might've been lust 
 
 Of battlefields and the dead! the dead! 1 1 I too, had paid that great price- 
 
 And wer, out there now with tin rest. 
 
 Will I never forget that 11,11 "Over 
 
 There" Oh ! those Thots ! those Thots ! those cursed 
 
 And the tales the battlefields tell; Thots! 
 
 Of the price "Mv Buddies" paid with their Tllal come hoth ni gh< and dav; 
 
 all; Oh! Dear God be merciful! 
 
 Oh' I tell you it's Hell, just downright And l:lLr ll "" 1 forever .» n 
 
 Hell! "Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
MEMBERS OF THE LOST BATTALION" 
 
The Fight of the Lost Battal 
 
 ion 
 
 Hack of Florent, in the Argonne Forest, To an open space in the road we can* 
 
 Were gathered a handful of men, And God! what a sight we did sec 
 
 Waiting the word to "go in" again, The whole skyline it was aflame 
 
 But to conn- out — God alone knew when. With our barrage for Democracy. 
 
 East met west in those few short hours. "Sh-h! Hush! Make no noise, 
 
 And were drawn together as one; As we're going in real soon.'' 
 
 As brother to hrother. and man to man. And you could almost hear the heartbej 
 
 They met to suppress the Hun. As' wi crept in platoon by platoon. 
 
 S we were in our places 
 
 And then we started waiting, waiting ■■ 
 waiting 
 My God! but it was cold waiting Hi. 
 
 At eleven P. M. on that eventful nigh 
 Our barrage opened up with a Han. 
 
 And the earth it trend, led and shook as 
 
 As they looked in each 
 
 What they saw the 
 
 others' 
 re mad, 
 
 wav. 
 
 
 As each was hastily scr 
 A note, to some love( 
 
 1 ,„„■ fa: 
 
 I'm- each of them wer 
 
 r thinki 
 
 For on the morrow tl 
 
 .. yd g. 
 
 th 
 
 As we waited in the cold "U 
 
 The air and trees were full of sounds 
 
 As we started in that night, God! how the minutes dragged; 
 
 And you could hear the thud. thud, thud of Vou'd think eacl ■ was a d:n 
 
 feet „n the ground: As we laid there waiting in the co 
 
 As w, went marching towards the fight. For "zero" hour and the break ,, 
 
The Fight of the Lost Battalion Continued 
 
 Finally rh 
 
 e-thirtj 
 
 . tl 
 
 c "zero" h 
 
 >ur 
 
 ■ami ; 
 
 And the 
 
 word fl 
 
 
 >assed (low 
 
 l tilt 
 
 line; 
 
 Go "Over 
 
 the T( 
 
 1>" 
 
 boys, and 
 
 'Pla 
 
 y the 
 
 Game 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ami br< 
 
 ik then 
 
 da 
 
 nn "Kreml 
 
 ilde 
 
 line." 
 
 A million 
 
 thoug 
 
 its 
 
 Hash thrc 
 
 ugh 
 
 your 
 
 Oi 
 
 "Over the Top" my boys, 
 nights bring realization ; 
 
 What did we fi 
 In that ban- 
 Land ?" 
 An ocean of barbed 
 fog, 
 Placed th.n- In- tl 
 
 hen Hi 
 
 aste c; 
 
 "On Top' 
 No Man' 
 
 lllg W( 
 
 All da 
 
 By night we'd 
 Then we dug in, 
 
 By mom. wi 
 drenched. 
 
 The men wire gaunt with hunger. 
 For what food we had was gone 
 
 But there was the Boche ahead o 
 So we had to push on. and on, 
 
 Were you ever out in the Battlefieh 
 With the dead just stacked all 
 
 With the earth in a tremble from 
 and fright. 
 Of the blood on its sacred groun 
 
 Wi 
 
 e comr 
 
 id the 
 pain, 
 with 
 heart, 
 
 on loved 
 
 as Wai 
 
 till QUI 
 
 was spent. 
 Midst sights too terribl 
 And by the time we land 
 night. 
 I can tell vou. we'd all 
 
The Fight of the Lost Battalion Continued 
 
 Exhausted fr 
 
 om fighting 
 
 and ( 
 
 lead for 
 
 sleep, 
 
 
 
 
 Were we, i 
 
 is we dug ir 
 
 thai 
 
 night, 
 
 And .is we h 
 
 n,l there in 
 
 the 
 
 cold and t 
 
 We wondei 
 
 •ed, if war , 
 
 •ver 
 
 was right. 
 
 At the break of dawn when w, lool 
 around. 
 
 We knew we were in a tight place; 
 For the Boche thev had surrounded us. 
 
 Hut we met him face to face. 
 
 We went at the food like a pack of wolves 
 That had starved the whole winter thru. 
 And between the munching of bites you'd 
 hear, 
 Mumbled prayers of thanks to our com- 
 rades so true. 
 
 I he forest was thick as some African glad, 
 And with hands and faces had torn 
 
 We looked like phantoms from out o' hell 
 And Iron, war's delusions were shorn. 
 
 In mud clear up to our knees; ' '"' horror and lull 
 
 Sle, pless, hungry, and dying from thirst 
 Amid those splintered Argonne trees. 
 
 afore nighl ; 
 Seemed to matter as n, 
 
 With all hopes -o,„ and our hearts in 
 
 d, span-. But on and on w< carried the fight, 
 
 A whisper came down the line; And crushed tin- best that he had, 
 
 Thai at last the longed for relief had We gained our objectiv, but were agai 
 
 And God knows, it came jus! in time. By thru we were mad, fighting mad. 
 
Tke Fight of the Lost Battalion'' Continued 
 
 On the .side of a cliff two hundred feet high, Death stalked thru our ranks, took ten-fold 
 
 We dug in like so manv moles, her toll 
 
 Of our buddies, your brothers and sons; 
 But before they wont, tho their strength 
 
 And death was the penalty that you paid, 
 
 Should von stick your head from those 
 
 II of the Hm 
 
 Did you ever lay out in the cold all night Relief came at last as it always does. 
 
 When the frost iust en ens thru the When you're backed by God-fearin' 
 
 -round: 
 
 But we were so weak and so many were 
 
 gone, 
 
 With an empty gut and a parched tongue, That not hing mattered a damn by the 
 
 In a place not fit for a hound? 
 
 We stumbled out as in a daze. 
 
 If vou have perhaps vou can sense '" n)oc '- shelter and rest. 
 
 .'.,. . . . .. . , .. And proved to ourselves and the world . 
 
 Of the things I m a-trvm to tell. ,' 
 
 large, 
 And why every man who came out alive, T||;lt Americans had proved u|1 t( , th( . 
 
 Could say that he'd lived thru Hell. test. 
 
 ... , .. ,, , . , ,. , , .. Now a million questions vou will ask us 
 
 F.ghtmg all day. holing out by pure gr.t, Almut fchat t ; i . Hl)1( . wa - r> 
 
 An fighting at night by the Hare; ()ar answer ?— Well, our Company went I 
 
 Oh ! the suffering we liore can never he told. two-fifty strong; 
 
 Of those six days and nights spent there. And came out with hut forty and four. 
 
My Pe 
 
 Of three Pals of mine I would tell, Last. I.ul nol Last, comes Mark.'' that b< 
 
 And how they helped me live thru Hell. Who was my one comforl and , t. rnal ji 
 
 First, there's "Billy," my old gas mask. , Only a "tin" derby" he's often been calk 
 
 
 Was up in the "Argonne" late in Septem- And as ., s,, ■ \ not hi 
 
 '"•'■• ['ve used him to pound those queer 
 
 The alarm had been sounded and brought po i eSj 
 
 ••' cold chill, And for protection in manv shell hole 
 
 But with "Billy" there, it changed to a 
 
 thrill. ' Batt« red and scarred, shell torn and 
 
 Bui grabbed'and mil on rav "Billv" 
 
 1 recognition was he, 
 ig the "Bodies" shrapne 
 Had bei n Ins real specialty. 
 
 Since then he's my Pal, first and last. He nestled close to i.n kink} head, 
 
 Second, is "Jim," mv old "diggin'-in" tool, A '" 1 k ' I' 1 "" l '"'" numbering amongst 
 And he was more than a Pal, except to a dead. 
 
 He'd help me dig in both night and day. "' " ,s """''' '" "" "'■"' s """' Kin S' s 
 
 And made me Wi 
 
 >wn qi 
 
 We dug thru rock and sometimes ground Just remember that they are a part of m\ 
 
 Then slept the sleep of a dog-tired hound, crowd, 
 
 And thru any battle of raging lull. An' mm they are takin' a well-earned res! 
 
 He was mv Pal, and served me well. In the corner of the mom that I love hist 
 

 7\- 
 
 
 
 THE THIRD PLATOON 
 
The Third PI 
 
 atoon 
 
 PVT. W'll.I.I \.M E. BALDWIN PVT. CLARKE WILSON 
 
 Mountain Air, \. M. Barnville, Ga. 
 
 I don't know much about this bov, 1 ' One day on a hike 
 
 But if he c-v,r marries I wish him "joy. Clarke fell oul to rest. 
 
 PVT. LEE C. McCOLLUM 
 
 1009 1st We. V W., Seattle, Wash. 
 Now I'l le of the "Bucks" 
 
 "Give il a look.' 
 PVT. .JOHN COL 
 
 Was ever made K. P. 
 He couldn't even stir the 
 
 And alwavs spoiled tin 
 
 So you know the rest. 
 
 I'\ I I ESLIE 11. McBRIDI 
 Shipley, Iowa 
 
 He got him on the line. PVT. BERT C. Mel in 
 
 But when the doctor t 5 a peep Dover, Idaho. 
 
 He gave that cootie double time. Now Bert McCm was II 
 
 Wi 
 
 PVT. .lol IN HUBMEIER 
 
 IVi Stanhope St., Brooklvn, N. Y. 
 Willi in.-idaiiies John would sit and talk, 
 PVT. REYNOLD HEUBNER Vnd later on would go for a walk. 
 
 514 Rustin Vve., Sioux Citv, Iowa. 
 I'd often com,- in for mv chow, PVT. HELMER C. OLSEN 
 
 Vnd lo! and beh ' I'd see, -'sod \V. 3rd St., Duluth, Minn. 
 
The Third Platoon Continued 
 
 I I JOHN B. HESS PVT. .1 VCKIE I) Mil. 
 
 849 Lakeside Place, Chicago, III. s -'i E. Mil, St., Calm, ,1ms, X, 
 
 He was an officer of tl 
 
 SGT. HERJi \N BERGASSE 
 
 131 E. 83d St.. New York City, N*. Y, 
 
 Street 
 
 commis 
 
 sioner, water < 
 
 ■ommissioi 
 
 A IK 
 
 \ml 1 
 I'll.-, 
 
 ;"':': 1 
 
 nil o'f misery^ 
 
 
 You 
 
 "failed 
 
 l W Ao%Z he's 
 
 
 He'd 
 
 :,";;;„;,: 
 
 up again-sl 11 
 
 rarest. 
 
 PVT. 
 
 THOS. 
 
 PERRY 
 
 
 kir I);,:, 
 
 •VT. GEORGE GKAKIN 
 
 Greenfield, Tenn. 
 hose formations George would always duck, 
 
 He would surely head the line. 
 
 PVT. ELLIS WELCH 
 
 Saskawa, Okla., Box 63. 
 \i walking the posl \V, Ish was a bear, 
 
 PVT. LOUIS 1IYM \V 
 
 .517 Saratoga \w.. X. V. (.'., X. Y. 
 
 Hell-man 
 cuss our Jews. 
 
The Third Platoon — Continued 
 
 •VT. WILLIAM McEWAN I'VT. OLLIE WOLFENBI lii 
 
 ,,.'!! °, ee '. """j '"" ' "','.'' Ollii- lik.-i! hi- \ in i-diiuv .ind nil 
 
 i'\ i wu.i.i \i;i) ii \\\ \ 
 
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 I'\ I. B VILEY I). TUCKEH 
 
 India Mountain, Tenn. 
 Now t'ncle Sal \ si le da 
 
 ['VT. Ii VRR'i SADO 
 
 iTfi Prospect Vve., Bronx, \. V. ('.. X. V. 
 \,u Vork's own is proud to claim 
 
Our Team 
 
 I'm just an ordinary fan "Lets go Bergasse" holds first 
 
 And can't account for much. With Hope on the shortstop 
 
 Girolamo smiles as he takes his pi 
 And "Our Umpire" calls the tim 
 
 lint I'm tor writing history 
 With a true ami honest touch. 
 
 But a word is due about "Our Team" 
 
 And their playing I would say, 
 Also about "Our Captain" 
 
 An' the name he lost one day. 
 
 I'd heard about their playing 
 
 They said it wasn't slow; 
 For the actors introduced it 
 
 In the progress of a show. 
 
 Now I'd like to know how any tan 
 
 Could have the nerve to say, 
 That Lt. Griffin couldn't see the hall. 
 
 An' gave the game away. Now Morgan twirls his body 
 
 On the truest corkscrew plan; 
 The sere. Hess said, was lour to two. A , |( , d ., ] itt |,. msh( , ()t 
 
 There in the box st 
 
 inds M 
 
 •rgan 
 
 He was there to 
 
 win, n< 
 
 bluff; 
 
 Its his kind, put 'e 
 
 n over, 
 
 
 Strike em out. i 
 
 o walk 
 
 if stuff. 
 
 !!,■ saw the Captai 
 
 ,'s "Pi 
 
 y Day smil 
 
 And the "You k 
 
 low m, 
 
 " in his eye 
 
 He then resolved, 
 
 I'll st 
 
 ■ike him out 
 
 I'll do ,1. yes. ,,. 
 
 die. 
 
 
 That cuts the corner of th 
 
 And one inning 
 Which proved that our team's twirl. 
 
 Had things eon,,,.- all his way. — Private John Wesley Adams. 
 
Our Team Continued Let's Go ' 
 
 The skipper thot the first one pitched 'Twas L'ncle Sammy's doughboys 
 
 Would surely be a ball, That put the Kibosh on the Hun; 
 
 But swung with all his might and main, N'"« we're waiting for "That Transport' 
 To split the air was all. 
 
 He swung again as Captains do, 
 
 An' missed the next by a mile; 
 And as lir glared at us "Bleacherites" 
 
 Morgan grinned and hid a smile. 
 
 With the "I'll hit it now or die" look, 
 
 He took .a long tuck .at his pants; 
 And if he'd hit the next one pitched, 
 He'd have knocked it clear out of 
 France. 
 
 Now they say: "Peace Terms" will be 
 signed, 
 Between now and two thousand and one 
 Hut "That Game," "Our Captain" will 
 always protest, 
 For by the I. D. If. he had won ' 
 
 —Private Join, Wesley Adams 
 
 
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 a ship,,,- a raft; 
 and our freedom, 
 in y old craft. 
 
 
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 ■ going home Chris 
 New V.ar's Day; 
 fifteenth of April, 
 hange it to May. 
 
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 when 
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 Tshing's motto 
 
 ■ we're going today 
 we're ready to go. 
 
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 , the land of the fr 
 
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THE FOURTH PLATOON 
 
The Fourth Platoon 
 
 ,EY [Jut after Sunda\ school was o'er 
 
 Watertown, \. V. , He'd fill up on liquid joy. 
 
 !' ' ' PVT. VXTOX I. VISE 
 
 '"' , 1 ' 1 ''. ,. . 159 W. ir.lli fit, X. Y. ( , X. "J 
 
 SGT. HIAUY K WHY \ 
 
 .'in E 86th St., \ > 1 
 
 Vet he 
 
 1 V, , | 
 
 it make hi 
 
 < girl i 
 
 Henrv knew his 1. D. tt. 
 
 Vs well as vou an' me, 
 But when it ci to the manual of arm 
 
 Poor Henry was entirely at sea. 
 
 PVT. .1 
 I've I 
 
 OSEPH ( 
 
 SI W. 1 II 
 ice they mi 
 
 I'TOOl 
 
 th St., : 
 
 Irivcl V 
 
 LIEUT. aOBERl V. HOPE 
 
 s.'ii Holland Vvc, Wilkin burg, P 
 
 Vnd as 
 
 sigh and > 
 
 !igh°an< 
 
 Down on the farm Ji >s loves to roam 
 
 Amid the cows and chickens, 
 
 But thirty dollar, every "Whatsa' da mat - ," is all he'd ■ 
 
 I roi - Uncle Sam was pickings. "Xotten' hut a da 'Bulli Beef 
 
 SGT. HERMAN L. MI-'.YKi: pvt. NUKE J. PAWLISH 
 
 Luverne, towa. Bristol, Colo. Route N'o. 
 
 Herman always look ,,, Sunda\ scl I. \„ke McGlukc was the Bristol 
 
 He sure was a wonderf y, But as a soldier an awful Kink, 
 
The Fourth Platoon Continued 
 
 PVT. PATRICK LYONS Tom is going hack hi llir lurin, 
 
 59 Jaraleman St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Amongst the cows and chickens. 
 
 When everything was going well, Far away from care and harm. 
 And we were raising merrv Hell, 
 
 Along come Paddj Ringing that song, PVT. GERMANY W. HOLLOWAY 
 
 "We're going home before very long." Ivirlsborn, (Ikla.. Koute No. .( 
 
 PVT. W VLTKR LESTER Vnd he's sure some onery cuss; 
 
 Tecumseh, Okla., Route No. 1 He drinks his vin rouge very strong, 
 
 No chance on earth is there to sleep Vnd a1 night always raises a fuss 
 
 When I.es lakes off his shoes. 
 
 So for our gas masks we would creep, 1>N '• • l<)llN „ "• l)hM 
 
 Then go oidside to snooze. ''[' Miillu-rry St., 
 
 PVT. JOHN COOK Carried our CaptainV 
 
 77 Allen St., WestSeld, Mass. Which consisted ol a s 
 
 When John's again in civics Till poor Jack, he nei 
 
 i-,.,.'i„.v SU ,",,,'\,,"ol,m,'.V ,, PVT. FRITZ BREDII 
 
 PVT. JOHN KILLEEN 
 
 .'17 S. Hamilton St.. W: 
 John never used to shine his si 
 
 PVT THOS. S. TIKI 
 
 llokes Bluff, Al 
 
 Now that the war is o 
 
 Y. ('. 
 
 1NRY RHEINI 
 Vdams St., Buffi 
 
The Fourth Platoon Continued 
 
 PVT. HENRY WEISS 
 
 133 St. James Place, Buffi 
 We heard him talking in his sln-| 
 
 About his girlie dear, 
 Vnd to the- bunch II was a treat 
 
 As Hen' was full of beer 
 PVT. JOSEPH KIM 
 
 from his bunk to the deck he- mi 
 \,„1 heaved up the last of his V 
 PVT. HENRY S. TAYLOR 
 
 Ai 
 
 id then he'd i 
 
 isl, for pie. 
 
 V'J 
 
 '. S Wit 11 
 Mansfield, ' 
 left his girl 
 
 J. SANDF 
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 in Mansfii 
 
 
 He 
 
 was nev 
 
 er in 
 
 ide 
 
 rstood. 
 
 
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 \NI>R 
 
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 No. 
 
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 like old ' 
 
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 all" Jai 
 South, 
 
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 •VT. PATRICK GAELAGER 
 
 83 3rd St., Brooklyn, \. Y. 
 \o matter how tough the hike, 
 
 While we crossed the deep blue sea. AI ruining your dollies gain 
 
 PVT. FRANK PIETERSACK PVT. MAX ADELL 
 
 Argvle, Minn.. Route No. I 228 Division St., N. Y. 
 
 Sou Frank was some fine soldier. Short and petite and verv sw 
 
 The same as you and me, Vs a Looey's striker he »■<- 
 
 But when il rami- to women. I'ntil our da'\ when ducking 
 
 He was different there, bv Gee! He fell in the street and got < 
 
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Extras 
 
 CORP. VLFRED N VUHEIM If tlu-\ donM take II 
 
 879 Elsmere Place, N'ew York Citv, \. V. Out'of this first nl 
 
 A lady's man he was for fair, , ■< 
 
 For he was one of our happy crowd. 
 CORP. VLBERT WAI.IU RG 
 
 I l:ll Brvane Vve., Bronx, \. Y. C, \. V. 
 
 OR P. JOSEPH GREEXBURG 
 
 23G K. 13th St., N'ew York City, V Y. 
 Vobby" we called him, 'twas a lull of a nai 
 
 \. Y. 
 
 CORP. IS XIX * 1 : 
 
 CORP. I'll VXK G VMBEDELL \ 
 
 .':!-' Van Brunt Street, Brooklyn, \. Y. 
 One day on a pass he stole away, 
 To spend his hard earned dough. 
 
 That of I self he made a jay, 
 
 I guess by now you know. 
 SGT. HER.M \\ VNDERSON 
 
 il 60th St., Brooklyn, \. V. Care X. 
 
 He was our company pinochle shark, 
 And sur.-ly knew the game. 
 
 I.T. I). (). MORG VN Sow Steye would ru 
 
 Seni i a, S. C. .lust to wash his o 
 
 In Bannef one daj while drilling. He'd scrub and rub 
 
 lb- said, "I'll "ii crazy miiiii. For it sun- was a 
 
 \X MORI UK 
 ii Bristol St., Brooklyn, V Y. 
 
 ■I'm, Sorr\ I),- 
 
Ext 
 
 ras 
 
 PVT. MURRAY ROSEXBURG PVT. CLARENCE K 
 
 1033 Hoe Ave., X. Y. C, X. V. Whiteboro, X. V 
 
 As assistant corpora] of our louziest squad, fifteen dollars every n 
 
 He won .. P. I). G. for packing a hod. Is the money thai he 
 
 CORP. FRANK GARTIESIER \n<l likr , s. rhewo 
 
 196 Nassau Ave. Brooklyn, X. Y. I '"" • 
 
 Frankie was in our minstrel show, pyT. WAYNE MAR' 
 
 But not there l>v hi-, choice, Warba Minn 
 
 \s the biggest part of Frankie's act Xow comes \v,, w „. ,,,, 
 
 Was oilin' up his voice. r,,|i n f i, n || .-,,,, i .,i s ,, 
 
 CORP. DANIEL DRISCOL 
 
 Cnl.-ss li.-M too much \kt-c 
 
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 As 
 
 CORP. GEORGE KEILBACH PVT. CHARLES ANACHEB 
 
 109 Ouderdonk Ave., Brooklyn. X. V. 1316 3rd Vve., New York CiU 
 
 t'ntil the day we started home, The number of his litV raft 
 
 George was always broke. Charles he never knew. 
 
 For he was our of New York's own, But one thing he knew for certain 
 
 And this is not a joke. Was where we got our stew. 
 
And, 
 
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 ■ours, 
 
 
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 C. pills. 
 
 Extras Continued 
 
 PVT. PAUL THORNTON S'ever missed a single pass, 
 
 L48 1 ! Edgewater Road, Bronx, N. Y. C, We'll have to admit he was i 
 
 X. Y. class. 
 
 Always laying 'round in bed SALVADORE I USC( 
 
 .Inst like some louse, about ball dead ; 
 
 On time for mess rail and late for retreat, 
 
 Tins unhuman creature was hard to beat. 
 
 CORP. JOSEPH W VGNER Vnd^when"he'cl' shak'e"with"a 
 
 30 Darnell St., Corona, X. Y. We knew he needed nun. 
 
 At "takin' the air" he was s hear, 
 
 And it was an education to bear him swear. 
 
 PVT. JOSEPH rs vc 
 
 190 Morgan Ave., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 ll.uk in the wilds of Br tlvn, 
 
 OXTIX W/i 
 
 I'YT. I'H \\K II. W \I.IAC 
 
PVT. KOY \V. .1(1 
 1 106 \V. -'ml 
 
 Xow Jonesv loved 
 Thai in France 
 
 He also loved the 
 
 PVT. C 1 1 UII.KS 
 
 585 Marcy 
 Gottheim was a sp 
 And claimed to 
 
 Extras Continued OK BoV ' 
 
 Ohen you're again in your civies, 
 es Moines, la. A|1(] s t ro lling Jown the street, 
 
 | t ,', ,.1,1,. Nn (lniilit a former officer, 
 
 irs. Von will surely meet. 
 
 Thru X 
 
 As a 
 
 ou'\ 
 
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 It's 
 
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 the 
 
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 Then 
 
 Wa 
 
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 And y'< 
 
 Thai 
 
 
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 PVT. JOSEPH BOHEXKAMP 
 
 Remsen, Iowa. 
 His nun,- was Joseph Bohenkamp, 
 
 The boy fr towa. 
 
 But when ever details were ar 1, So you'll bring your hand up smartly. 
 
 Old Joe «as far away. 'Till it's somewhere near your nose. 
 
 And your fan 'II light up with a smile of 
 
 PVT. RONEY JOXES .!">'• 
 
 Monette, Vrkansas. And you'll say to yourself, here goes, 
 
 I lis orders on the boat. 
 \nd raved and swore and talked of land. 
 For the water sol his eoat. —"Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
Kultur 
 
 It was harvest time in Belgium, Brave little Be 
 
 Fields urn- rich with golden grain. Stood in the 
 
 Fragrant flowers along the hillside, Maimed and bl 
 
 Beckoned to the clouds for rain. She fought tl 
 
 Thru the wildwood, and the meadows, 
 The feathered songster's sweet refi 
 
 Echoed from the dawn till shadows 
 Enshrouded him in night's dark dom 
 
 Like thunderbolds from Heaven's blui 
 Ten million fiends from Hell broke tl 
 
 The Prussian war dog snapped his chai 
 A land of peace with blood to stain. 
 
 From Belgium to France, Verdun ai 
 Rheims, 
 Came Kultur for conquest a Kais< 
 dreams, 
 The beautiful Rheims that palace of 
 Kings, 
 Stands wounded but proudlv her 
 chimes softlv rines. 
 
 On into Belgium in drunken glee, 
 
 They burn, and pillage, and murder tin 
 free, 
 The fiends were ruled by an iron hand. 
 
 And Prussian make Kultur a Kaiser's That Bismark bad sti 
 
 brand. and gain. 
 
 mward! forward! hold the line there, 
 Brave soldiers of France vour freed, 
 declare, 
 )rive back the Prussians from Alsace 
 
Kultur Continued Extras 
 
 There sounds a mighty echo, 'tis 
 
 Freedom's Liberty Bell. 
 America's Eagle screaming, spreads her 
 
 wings and flies. 
 She plucks the sword from Kutur and 
 
 Prussianism dies. 
 
 Of Kultur's tower in l'.n 
 
 rope, 1 
 
 he world 
 
 lias naught to fear. 
 
 
 
 A Kaiser's dream of c 
 
 onques 
 
 I was he] 
 
 must fine veneer. 
 
 
 
 For right is might foreve 
 
 r. on 1 
 
 and or on 
 
 the sea. 
 
 
 
 Old Glory backed by 1 
 
 •'rerdo 
 
 in. was bo 
 
 for Liberty. 
 
 
 
 BUG 
 Vbou 
 
 l.KK CECIL TROI 
 Boone, Iowa. 
 I three m the rn 
 
 And 
 
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 blow his old bugle ' 
 ead. 
 
 PVT. 
 
 FRED W. SCHM 
 Care Joliet Floral ( 
 
 Vnd i 
 
 l o°t V beea a use 1 «he el had < i 
 
 PVT. 
 
 Now 
 Don't 
 
 LEWIS SLMBRO 
 
 Prairie City, Iowa. 
 Lewis was always o 
 ask him tin- reason i 
 
 PVT. JACOB KOPSTEIN 
 
 530 W. 136th St.. New York City, 
 Now .lake when full of old French win 
 At sparking the girls lie sine could shin 
 lie told them about New York and its 
 
 Vnd vead ks turned oul by Bobb & M 
 
 ENRY K<»'I 
 
 10 t'o\ Street 
 
 •.H 
 
 ' E 1 N 
 nx, N. Y 
 
 "buck,"' 
 
 Private John Wesley A,l,n 
 
Gassed The Debt 
 
 ['ve gone all day in a sortav' a daze, My pals are all around me, 
 
 An' felt tin horror of death. And it seems like a horrible dream, 
 
 I don't mind the fight 'cause I know I'm But there goes my "Buddie" damn bad hit, 
 
 right. An' I go mad when I hear his scream. 
 
 It feels like a ball of red-hot fire, And I lose tin- last of my will; 
 
 Turned loose from Hell's own door. I'm tumid to beast and mad man. 
 
 An' there seems to lie no ease for me. And my cry is to kill— to kill! 
 
 An' it's hurting me more and more. [ rage . lll(1 „uitter ,.,]] ||„. ,,j„| lt . 
 
 I can feel myself go crumpling, And wait for the break of day; 
 
 An' fall in a sudden heap, for my mind is mad with that one thot, 
 
 An' slowly the truth (lawns on me. That thev must repay! repay! 
 
 That ['was gassed last night in my *' * * ' * * 
 sleep. 
 'I'll, doctor says I'll pull thru all right. 
 
 An' am good for a few more years, 
 Hut I'm thinking of mv dear old mothe, 
 
 An' I just can't keep hack the tears. 
 
 1\, paid the debt that manhood brings, 
 
 To make an ideal stand true. So mav you rest in peace o'er here, 
 
 And if. perhaps, I've forgot how to smile. 'Neath the new-made cross that you 
 
 Remember, it was all for you. won. 
 
 "Buck Private" McCollum. "Unci Private" McCollu 
 
 Your, go 
 
 lie, so w 
 
 hy should 
 
 1 smile an, 
 
 And sa 
 
 v that 1 
 
 ife's worth 
 
 while. 
 
 When gla 
 
 illy I'd. 
 
 join you wl 
 
 lere you ai 
 
 Just' to 
 
 see on< 
 
 ■e again \ o 
 
 ur smile. 
 
 I'll try m 
 
 v host t 
 
 
 ie debt, 
 
 Hut'. Pi 
 
 d. it cai 
 
 
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Extras 
 
 CORP. JOSEPH DEMAREE PVT. JOHN F. BURN'S 
 
 33rd St. Y. M. C. A., N. Y. C, N. Y. i Roy Ave., Wappinger Falls, \. V. 
 
 Here's to Joe, the king of our grafters, \,,» Johnny was a poet, 
 
 Who never earned his dough. Kul his rhymes were mi tin- bum; 
 
 CORP. HENRY CRAFT CORP. I'HOS. S1I Wl.l'.Y 
 
 <i?.5 Decatur St., Brooklyn, \. V. 2-2 Deshrosses St., X. Y. C, \. V 
 
 As crafty as thej .mm,!,- them, "Three hundred and forty" s„ the\ sav, 
 
 Was this hoy from Brooklyn way; is all this Irishman ever did weigh, 
 
 Ami he run our commissary, With French mademoiselles so sweet and | 
 
 Ami took our hard earned pay. \t promenading In- was hard to beat 
 
 CORP. FRANK .1. KELLY p\*T. VLGOT JOHNSON 
 
 1028 t7th St., Brooklyn, V V. 70 w. 109th St.. X. V. ('.. X. V. 
 
 n it came to throw, 
 \l blew up in the a, 
 
 PVT. JOHN HOLCOMB 
 
 Kingwood Park, Poughkeepsie, X. Y. 
 
 A regular student this bird is, PVT. JOHN HESTER 
 
 Vnd writin' history is his biz. Osfield, Ga. 
 
 We'll guarantee before he's thru, \ Georgia Cracker is our 
 
 He'll enlighten you some on French l>e I.u. Full of hell and the eomp 
 
Extras Continued 
 
 PVT. BROW CARLSON 
 
 /ill Lee Ave, Victor, Colo. 
 Now Brow used to drink all night and day. 
 In order to spend his fabulous pay. 
 
 PVT. FRANK G. SCHRAPPERT 
 
 3405 Broadway, X. Y. C, X. Y. 
 On "That Hike" he had no bike, 
 But a stretcher lie packed along the pike. 
 
 CORP. HARRY THACKER 
 
 3601 E. Walnut St., Des Moines, Iowa. 
 When speaking of your ice-cream bounds. 
 This guy was always "out of hounds." ]>y T ALFRED ALBATE 
 
 7.' Common St., Lawrence 
 PVT. SAM MORRIS X. Pitocchelli. 
 
 Wilberton, Okla. Albate didn't mind the shells 
 
 1'. IRA HICKS 
 
 Elks' Hotel, 9th 
 
 and Walnul 
 
 Sts 
 
 Moines. Iowa. 
 , bird, I guess, that 
 as our barber he t 
 
 you all kn 
 ook your d 
 
 ough 
 
 L VERNE CLAY 
 
 El Campo, Texas. 
 ^erne is Clay then I 
 a soldier Clay is aim 
 
 am mud. 
 osl a dud. 
 
 
 Sam killed lots of 
 And said, "he sho 
 here." 
 
 He never was afraid. 
 itil he picked one up on 
 
 l'o see how il was made 
 
 PVT. CLARENCE KING 
 
 Preston, Ga. pyT. INNOCENZO CELLA 
 At parleyvooing Clar was a joke; ng B ., xtl .,. st x Y c N Y 
 
 Wlien he said eomhien he'd almost choke. . , ' . ' 
 
 But when he exclaimed eomansee coman saw. New ^ " rk s ( '""• we » adml1 that ' to °' 
 
 The hunch all gave him the merry ha! ha! For he was always on a cheap beer stew. 
 
Extras Continued 
 
 PVT. ALTON B. ELLS PVT. CLARENCE LIND 
 
 Alfred, \. Y. Harrisburg, S. Dakota. 
 
 First he was a Chauffeur, then he was a sarg; Clar thru up his hands and wanted to die 
 
 Then he was a janitor. Iml by now he's out at When he heard that the L T . S. A. had went 
 
 large. 
 
 PVT. FR VNK X. KLOSTER 
 
 16 S. mth We., \lt. Vernon, V V. 
 PVT. ANTHONY GENTILE The Jack of Hearts or the Knave of Tarts 
 
 I. >n .Ma, lis,,,, St., Rome, N. Y. Had nothing on this boy. 
 
 In France he never felt at home, He was handsome mean but ven uncle. 
 
 For there was no Rome in which to roam. Vnd turned out to be .-, killjoy. 
 
 PVT. WILLI \M GOETZ 
 
 :i.»:s Jerome St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 PVT. HODGE WINTON y it'll 
 
 l ** •• T « M - R-f Naa Hr,Jer W haV l ar of "hose detX'to bu, 
 
 But ^ca" ttel mU wonder 81 "' '"" "" forn " " S """ M "" '' ""'' 
 
 Where he learned to cut hair. 
 
 PVT. ERNEST WILLIAMS 
 
 309 Seneca St., Seattle, Wash. ( 
 PVT. PETE VUKOYE Moose Club. 
 
 Kingman, Arizona. Now Earny was a cook both brave and hoi 
 
 Now Pete is a miner and we all know well, Vnd served ns punk meals that were uh 
 
 That he lives in a place that is hot as hell. cold. 
 
The Price 
 
 I've fought from the Vesle el< 
 \t Chateau Thierry and in 
 I done mv I > i t as lu-st I con 
 
 Why, I've cu 
 And stood tl 
 I've laid in I 
 Fought like 
 
 1 I.1-..HL 
 
 ill nigh 
 is right 
 
 I've marched to the band and fell mighty | 
 
 Because I was - of the lighting crowd. 
 
 \nd now I'm back in this land of ours, 
 And will be in my civics in a few short ho 
 
 But, somehow or other it all seems bare, 
 And I feel like hell when people stare, 
 For some are thinking of loved ones lost. 
 And others of how much we're going to ci 
 
 And tha 
 
 t's the 
 
 bunch I'm sore about, 
 
 The pat. 
 
 ■iot win 
 
 1 was 50 willing to shout 
 
 Then tui 
 
 •n us 01 
 
 it when we came home. 
 
 On two i 
 
 nonths' 
 
 pay in the world to roai 
 
 Tke Returns 
 
 of mine, you're wrong, all wrong, 
 sunn again be nne of the throng, 
 t as yon wore when you went away, 
 proved man now and the man of the da\ 
 
 ^ li.it 
 
 thin. 
 
 th-v expressed 
 
 von may not have vour share of gold, 
 it you learned "Up Then-" is wealth mil. .Id; 
 I the big tiling you gained from what you've 
 
 been' thru, 
 hat high i.leal of being true. 
 
 —"Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
Che 
 
 we II get chicken 
 
 Its Simbros' day on, 
 We'll surelv have musli 
 
 Hot corn meal toddies 
 Made up in a rush. 
 
 Bui honestly sueakins 
 
 Then falls out to rest. 
 
 Now Mess Sergt. Haller 
 Near caused a scene, 
 
 When In camaflouged Willie. 
 With onions so green. 
 
 Oli! dear little bean. 
 Right now I'll confess, 
 
 Repetti can make von 
 
 The "Queen" of the mess. 
 
 For hot cakes and fritters 
 We re all out of luck, 
 
 Thev're only for Faunstock, 
 And not for the Buck. 
 
 Our "Marcus" bread pudding 
 Invented in France. 
 
 All smeared with molasses, 
 And inspected by chance. 
 
 Cook Abbott makes doughnut 
 They're round like a ball, 
 
 To be eaten while steaming 
 Or never at all. 
 
 "Hold evervthins." fellows. 
 
 I),.„l saj "Shake it up," 
 If the bacons not done, 
 F,.r Schmidt in the mornins. 
 
 Let's go wash oil 
 We've all had 
 
 Private Join, Wesleii Adai 
 
OUR COOKS 
 
Our Cooks 
 
 Excepting when making our company's pic. 
 COOK JOSEPH S VCK 
 
 II 1 E. II Ith St., \. Y. C, \. V. Care 
 Mr. Bork. 
 Joe sure worked hard for us, 
 Bui when we asked for seconds 
 
 Would make anj sick an' lame. 
 
 VI. THOS. COSTELLO 
 
 .Mil Maeken Vve., Brooklvn, \. Y. 
 
 MISS SOT. I KKI> II M.I.Kli 
 
 Willi 
 
 
 \inl poor Marcus died of disgrace. 
 COOK liICAl.no UEPETT1 
 
 91 Baxter St., \ew York Citv, \. Y 
 N'ow at camouflaging anything 
 
 He was "there," and "over," too. 
 Bui he never fooled us al an\ time, 
 
 I •»■ we knew the damstufi was stew. 
 COOK WTMil-'.W M VRCl'S 
 
 Ki Corrton Terrace, Y cers, \. V. 
 
 "Wl.(. camouflaged the Willy?" 
 
 Vndrev, Marcus was his name 
 Hi. -v ,.u he h.ilK from Yonkers, 
 
 III VT TOWN of national faun 
 PVT. CLAUDE J. M. SMITH 
 
 : \ 1 (I. VREXCE E. W All. VCK 
 
 Cleveland, Texas. 
 He'd make sick call rnosl every morn; 
 
 PVT. EDW Mil) \ \KI)I 
 
 Central ['ark, I.. I.. \. V Box mi. 
 I know this bird jusl like a book. 
 II,', I be firsl to mess hv hook or crook. 
 
A Greaseball 
 
 As I entered our old m 
 
 Where I'd often beei 
 
 There 1 met a lousv "G 
 
 Whisper softly, " 'Hain't no more 
 
 Sgt. Oliver Randall 
 
 /;,,„■,/ ■/•,■.,„*,,„,■/ ■•./»,»■,•„■„. 
 .-// High Seas, 
 
 April 20th, 1919. 
 
 Then I talked and then I pleaded 
 
 Crving, telling of the war. 
 How I'd starved in many shell hoi 
 
 As I'd never done before. 
 Give we something thru I pleaded 
 
 And I'll never ask vou more, 
 Give me beans, hard t'aek. slum gul 
 
 Or anything I've had before. 
 
 Mot in a suit of Khaki brown, 
 Will I greet von at the pier; 
 
 But in a suit of Denham Blue, 
 I'll be forced to meet yon dear. 
 
 We shoveled coal in our Khaki Brown, 
 Till we were dirtv as dirt could be; 
 
 Thru they gave us a suit of Denham Blur. 
 
 Vnd I promised that I'd rat it , kl||iw j( mus{ M . rln strange t „ vol , 
 
 On the- ground, or off tin- Hi 
 
 But the 'Greaseball only whispered, But jfs ■ t „„. " Armv Grand," my d( 
 Oh, so softly. " Hain't no more." Am , tllt> - t - t . two months behind with 
 
 from mv head the hair 1 ton-, So if. perchance, when we meet, 
 And I swore I'd kill that greaseball. A eoaHieaver I seem to be, 
 
 When he whispered. " Hain't no more." Remember it's the "Armv Grand;" 
 
 might beat him, choke him. ki 
 
 And there's thousands more like rat 
 
 (Hoke him till h.s throat was sore "Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
Ext 
 
 ras 
 
 PVT. FRAXK PAREXTO 
 
 75 Roosevelt St.. Xew York City, V V. 
 
 In the form of a' French girl' with a curl 
 Now every dav for drill he's late 
 
 For she has his brain in a whirl. 
 
 PVT. EDWARD E. HOLLINGSHEAD 
 Quimby, Iowa. 
 
 CORP. HEXRY K Mil. I'. 
 
 1588 Firs! Vve., \r.« York City, V V. 
 It Henn ««.ul.l (ivrlit like lie «-« .1 1 1.1 eat, 
 
 He'll Ik- one au till har.l man to heat 
 
 \l VRTIXSON 
 
 PVT. ERNEST E. (Wit Ul.T 
 
 Biloxi, .Misv 
 Tall and handsome, dark as a cloud, 
 Never heard Ern} speak French out loud 
 PVT. PHILIP K. SUXTER 
 
 Wiesev, Kansas. 
 At doing 's'quads right" he'd get lost 
 
 But when it came to mess call time is 
 
 PVT. BEX.) \.\ll\ MII.I.I'.K 
 
 215-1 Crotona We., Bronx, \ V 
 Von talk about your nil cans, 
 
 Well, here's t.i our company champ 
 Vin rouge he drank for high halls. 
 
 roiiP. (II VRLES FUHRIXG 
 
 159 Varick St., Xew York City, \ Y 
 Well, by golly, lure's to Cholly, 
 
 You big old Irish stiff. 
 "How manj times did I duck your right 
 
 And return an Orangeman's biff?" 
 
 MISS JULIA FULTON 
 
 Pleasanl \'alley, Wheeling, W. Vi 
 \du Julia was a lady. 
 
Old Detail Arm)) 
 
 Doggone this "Old Detail Army" 
 
 Is all I've got to say. 
 For ever since the armistice 
 
 We've hern laboring day by day. 
 
 We cleaned their alleys, streets and barns, 
 And built miles of road "Over There", 
 
 Which was just a part of the cleanliness 
 That went on in France somewhere. 
 
 With all the fighting over 
 
 The first thing that we done. 
 
 Was to clean up the town we billeted in; 
 And they thot we done it for fun. 
 
 I never thot tiiat I would be 
 
 A street cleaner brave and hold. 
 
 Until I started cleaning up France. 
 In the sleet, the rain and the cold. 
 
 Now every time we'd hit a town 
 
 Whether large or small, 
 We'd grab our trusty spades and brooms 
 
 And then we'd hit the ball. 
 
 The French folks they would laugh at us. 
 
 No doubt they had ideas too; — 
 Of what our Democratic Government 
 
 Had sent us here to do. 
 
 And even at the port of embarkation 
 
 Before we sailed away. 
 We shoveled coal and piled up wood 
 
 Just twenty-four hours a day. 
 
 Y,-s. there was always lots of details, 
 And you'd get 'em night or day. 
 
 So doggone this "Old Detail Army" 
 Is all I've got to say. 
 
 —"Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
Mustered Out 
 
 'What do you mean by Mustered Out?" My discharge there, and bonus pay. 
 
 A rube asked me one day. L a y right before niv eve, 
 
 And I knew right away I had a bout 
 On my hands, with this misguided ja 
 
 "Listen, old rube, wouldn't it be ureal. 
 To be in your eivie clothes? 
 
 state, 
 .lust as free as the wind that blows?" 
 
 Fort I). A. Russell I II never forget, 
 
 And that Ion,-. Inn- line waiting then. 
 
 Twas then that I sang, "I'm not weary 
 
 And I took them up in the same C 
 And salute? Well, no not I. 
 
 Relieve 
 Ken, 
 
 
 miew Here. 
 
 Hut. hold on. Casey, it wasn't Ion,-. 
 Before we were on our way. 
 My name? Why. yes. my name was called, Discharged and paid. sure, sin- a song, 
 
 And I almost doubted my eyes, "Good-bye, Mr. Rube, and good-day.'' 
 
 When right up to that desk I stalled. 
 
 And saw what is called "A Surprise." Private John Wesley Adams 
 
Moth 
 
 er 
 
 Homeward Bound 
 
 At the close of a spring day in Sable, 
 
 I sat in my room alone. 
 The sun was slowly sinking 
 
 And my thots turned back to home. 
 
 Thots of my dear old mother 
 
 And how much was hers to bear; 
 
 And in fancy I could see her 
 In the old familiar chair. 
 
 Always thinking of me. 
 And always praying, too; 
 Slowly, the truth dawned on me, 
 Of how much she had been thru. 
 
 Of the long, endless nights of waiting. 
 
 And those anxious days of pain; 
 Wishing, hoping and praying, 
 
 That her boy may return again. 
 
 As I stand on this transport lure by the 
 rail. 
 
 Watching her plow thru the foam; 
 There's just one thing I can think about, 
 
 And that is, we're "Going Home." 
 
 Many is the time while at the front. 
 
 In some battle of raging Hell; 
 I'd lift my voice to the One above. 
 
 That He guide me home safe and well. 
 
 All the sweetness and joys of life 
 
 Are embodied in these two words, 
 "Homeward Bound." my, don't they sound 
 nice 
 When your heart's just as light as a 
 bird's ? 
 
 And I, for one, as I stand here alone. 
 
 Thank my Maker above, 
 That I'm permitted to be "Homeward 
 
 Bound," 
 To the ones I so dearlv love. 
 
 •Buck Private" McCollt, 
 
 'Buck Private" McCollum. 
 
M< 
 
 As we sit here in our billets, 
 
 In this land of giddy old Fra 
 Where everything's quiet and tl 
 
 fight, 
 Its the end of a h 
 
 The guns no more crash out with a roar. 
 
 As they did not so long ago, 
 But still we think of the hell we drank, 
 
 From the cup of a bittc r foe. 
 
 We're somewhat solemn as we march in 
 column. 
 Thinking of fallen comrades and the) 
 
 No tombstone marks their lonely grave, 
 
 No flowers did we place on their breast; 
 But we quietly raised a wooden cross. 
 
 mounds 
 
 it sacred 
 
 For those lads 
 
 Are marked with 
 
 |0SS, 
 
 And the, la.V til 
 Thev were but he 
 
 Sometimes at night by the lone : 
 
 And sometimes at break of da 
 
 We bowed our heads and our pr 
 
 i«l.t. 
 
 - Sergeant Randall 
 
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