N E W YQR] DIVISION - O'Ryan's Roughnecks

GAS ATTACK
Easter Sunday, March 31st, and Flowers
REMOUNT STATION NO. 307
We are now using horses instead of mules,
which have been turned into the corrals.
The two old soldiers—Frank Lovella and
Forage Doudy—were after each other's scalp
for the supremacy of the Remount, and are
the talk of all our boxing critics.
Scene: Wagon Train stables.
Time: Right after feeding time (horses).
Referee:
"Count" Raimer.
ROUND ONE.
They shook hands with a smile on their face,
And went to it, at a terrific pace,
Each of them, swinging like a gate,
Hitting too soon, or too late.
ROUND TWO.
As the battle was coming to a heat,
Doudy's face, and Frank's fist did
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meet.
And the way he did him up was a crime,
But the referee had to butt in, and call time!
ROUND
THREE—Finis.
'Mid the cries of the crowd on the fence,
The way they mixed it up was
immense.
But as the dust finally cleared away,
At Frank's feet, poor Doudy lay.
Joe Moran is now in the canteen, and
"Shack" is driving the Rocky Mountain
wagon.
Furloughs are being held up, for the present.
Naughty things are being said of our Indiana
"Slim," who is growing bigger every
day.
Johnnie Kilohe has a new job—looking
after the two mares. If there is any doubt
as to where he was, why, he was down to the
mares.
Charlie Deith is going on a furlough—
soon.
"Mame" Nash is getting ambitious of late.
Keep it up, "Maine."
HOW TO TELL THEM.
T. E. N.
Lieutenant J. W. Bunkley of the U. S.
Navy has brought out a book "The
Military
and Naval Recognition Book," which in picture
and text shows how to recognize at a
glance the rank, etc., of any allied officer,
and any officer of our enemy. Military customs
and courtesies are also explained. It
is a valuable hand-book and should be in the
library of every company. It is published
by D. Van Nostrand, 25 Park Place, New
York.
LOST—High School Ring, with
monogram
L. H. S. '13, in camp. Please return to Private
C. Schwartz, Co. C, 108th Infantry. Reward.
LETTER FROM FRANK SHETTERHALF. i
Dear Editor: - {
"Don't salute, I'm only Frank Shetterhalf." |
But you see I am back from another fur- f
lough spent in New York. |
That word "spent" Is a good joke, for it !
has a double meaning, hey, Ed? But I just j
wanted to tell you all that the town Is still
considerable city and the people as fine as ;
ever—though they all miss some one who is
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in service. ]
The ad writers are the boys that were ;
bitten by foxes as infants—according to the }
old Neapolitan version—and their line now
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carries an up-to-the-minute patriotic strain J
such as: j.
"Eat O'Sullivan's rubber breakfast food j
and win the war," or
"Buy W. S. S., sell them when you have
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enough to get a two-tone piano, and help your
government win the war." :
You know what I mean, don't you, Ed? j
Mildly capitalizing patriotism, n 'est-er pas ? ]
They sure are quick, though.
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Yours for more furloughs, FRANK. f
GAS ATTACKING- IN OUR OWN
TRENCHES.
Real sure-enough gas attacks are being
tried on the infantry men during their 72
hours tours in the camp trenches. The
men have to indulge in watchful waking all
the time, or the gas will make their eyes
smart and remind them unpleasantly of a
goat eating garlic in a glue factory.
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