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Camp No. 4
Sunday, July 21
WM. S. HART
The Desert Man
On the Jump!
llearsl - Paliie News
12 o^clock noon
to 11 p. m.
LONESOME NEW YORK
SETS BASE HOSPITAL NURSE THINKING OF
AT CAMP GREENE,
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I am lonesome since I left Camp Greene, as lonesome as can he
I don’ like this New York town and it don’t seem to like me
Everythings in perpetual motion, I get so much confused
That sometimes I Just stop and think, I’m t“ly abu^
ever looks, at you,—It’s just a terrible feeling
A sensation filled witn memory, of happy days in camp—
Of horse back rides and merry ways, and a silvered moonlight tramp.
It may bi full nfliff / , ^ork town;
111.^1 f chance,—a city of great renown;
nd that eteinal feeling that you must hustle, hustle, hustle.
Just take me back to that southern camp nestling amid the nine'
its neat confinSi
ThPrfi^anu ? love you, indeed I surely do;
There can t be many who care as much, if they are—wellthey’re mighty few.
■The air was cool and crisp, the sun was warm and bright
Camp Greene do you wonder, that I learned to care for thee?
bringing with hei cold and ice and snow-
It LI XIZ toIlSti^^'f fnVLrrVc^p1^iut“’‘
It mattered not what came to me or how great was the’ strain.
January came and added mud and quarantine
And a bluer set of nurses I am s,ure was never seen
^ ‘ireary days carry a happy memory
Melting thrwgrthrfnowy whiteness^Tthr^i^p ‘'and^lNy morn
Casting their warmth of color upon your frozen rills.
Thouph the sollne,* LMtLJtmnm b“ SI
Along iho ^ dogwood; everywhere it grew
Along the roadside on the hills—every spot I know
Following close came April with her honeysuckle sweet
The sunny May with roses, violets and marguerite.
But June was filled with sadness because it was she
rnd now 7°“ me here you .y^e
And now you know why it is I’m so lonely way up here
Tis cause I can’t have you dear Camp Greene, somewhe e~
But wily I love you most you have not really guessed
’Twas beSe f was^so hfpp^ther so mucVT-'^^’ ’
YOU taught me love, patienc^e! charityT you*^taLghTVe°ho^ro'oave.
Anfalftte^rr^e CampTreene T g®el“nd" g”ew
The^ffnes?®" ^ will always feprfsent
The finest epoch m my life; that is what they truly melnt
By LUCY H. DANIELS.
Private John S. Martin, wardmaster
of C-6, for the last ten months, has
been transferred to the office of the
Adjutant at the Administration build
Every Hand in the land!
Every Hand a saving Hand!
Every Hand a Helping Hand!
Lend youi; quarter to Uncle Sam.