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THE CADUCEUS.
MEDICAL SUPPLY
PIQUANT POINTERS
The M. S. D. took the “master” out
of quartermaster, by mastering them
in a game of ball. The score was 8
to 5.
(BY SERGEANT “DOC” WODT>ARD)
Some people won’t even be happy
if they do get to heaven. They’ll stil'
want to go somewhere else for the
summer months.
The mall was pretty light on Sun
day. Bremer only got four letters.
Extracts from a letter received from
Luis Amdursky, shipped from this de
tachment to Newpork News for over
seas duty:
“Took a 12-mile hike today and we
get this together with drill, drill, drill,
four or five hours every dayl OneN
thing I miss outside of tbet splendid
companionship of the boys at Camp
Greene, is the wonderful "chow” they
serve you. It is worth ?5 a throw
compared to the stuff they dish out
here, and that’s no bull.”
Never finish your letters “Thanking
you in advance for your kind assist
ance,” because the odds are about
thousand to one that you won’t get it
and I don’t think we’ve a ghost of r
chance of licking the Germans,” .iust
take it from me, he’s a self-appointed
“Kaiser” lover, just make him kiss
your “bunch” of fives twice in the
same |>lace, and when he has done
a “Fare thee well,” just tattoo the
German flag all over his “May” and
let him lay.
If you meet a guy who drops his
eyes when he meets you and will start
up his own pet war argument with
“I’m as patriotic aS' anybody, and as
good an American as ever lived, but I
know when we' are up against it, and
things are looking worse every day,
Lots of members of the Detachment
who never dreamed of being iioultry
fanciers before joining the army, seem
to have suddenly developed a great
interest in “dressed chicken.”
The greatest money panic I ever
saw was when some one dropjied a
dime on a crowded car last week, •t’
about fifteen women scrambled for it,
claiming it as theirs.
SUNSHINE POEM.
Corporal Davidson has “gone west.”
No, he hasn’t “cashed in.” He’s gone
on a furlough and headed toward
Sioux City.
Manager Logan of the second team
spnmg a Charlie Horse on Monday,
which accounts for those two mis
judged in middle field in that prac
tice game on Monday—to hear him
tell it.
Corporal Nicol is again with us af
ter “knocking ’em cold” on his ten-
day furlough in New Haven.
Lieutenant H. C. Durston, of the Signals Corps, First Prov. Regt., mobil
ization department, stationed at Camp Greene, has kindly submitted the
following poem, written by his brother, Lieut. G. H. Durston, and which
bears homage to the “medics”:
HE’S A MAN
You hear a lot of silly rot about the “Nursemaid Corps”;
The “Saw Bones” and the “Pill Rollers” who “wallow in our gore,”
But I want to go on record as saying, here and now
That the boys who wear the old maroon do surely earn their chow.
They give us pills for all of our ilts, they feed us diets fine,
“The deaths we died they watched beside” and the life they lead is thine;
And when amid a rain of steel your legging muscls tire;
You’ll see these “non-combatants” tend the wounded under fire.
So when you see the winged rod upon a soldier’s coat,
And the serpents that for, wiedom stand, just mutely make a note.
That though he never does a. Guard, or use a ram-rod.
That where you see that uniform you’ll find a man, by God!
By LIEUT. G. H. DURSTON, Sanitary Corps, N. A.
TO BE GIVEN
BY THE
U. S. O. N. A. CLUB
AT O’DONOGHUE HALL
OPPOSITE SOLDIERS CLUB
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FRIDAY, JULY 5th, 1918
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