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You’ve been feeling all to the merry
all day. No bawlings-out, no razzes,
no nothing to mar the pleasant atmos
phere. Even the slumgullion they pour
into your mess-kit for night chow,
doesn’t phase you .one continental
wizz. You came back to your tent
whistling, “In a Merry Month of
June.’’ The Charlotte Laundry has
left your “weekly” for which your
side-kick has paid. and behold, you
rfflip-er open and they have substitut
ed a campaign-worn, raggedy-looking,
weather-beaten pair of Khakig for the
pair Tailor “Mark” charged you a
buck-an-a-half to alter. And the worst
of it is—YOU LOST YOUR LAUN
DRY SLIP!! kinyabeetut??
Gerard Hungerford, the world-fam
ous deteetoive (commonly nown as
“Hawkeye”), gum-shoed it at Camp
Meade, where he is to undergo a
course in “Allotments and Insurance.”
Here’s pulling for his success.
Jack Canine was granted a five-day '
pass. He spent his time with Sgt. and
Mrs. Ralph A. Walters at their resi
dence in Charlotte.
The mystery of the “Tumblers w. e.
with ears” has been solved. Consult
Medical Manuel (1916 edition). Page
FOUGHT AND WON
NOW KIN YOU?
PEIDMONT FABLE No. 6.
Pill Shooter was a medical man in
the army. You know him, he wore a
Caducous for a collar ornament on the
left side of the cervical region of his
anatomy, and a maroon and white hat
Well, we gave Kultur another kick
in the slats. Nearly $1,000.00 worth
of Fourth Liberty Loan Bonds from
our little crew, wasn’t so bad, eh?
K. J. D. is sporting four stripes now.
Good work, Dai. Stick-to-it-ness often
cops the cake.
Stockard”s got a grouch this week.
“Tobusy, “sez he. KINYABEETUT?
By D. M. BRILL.
Fellows that belonged to some other
branches of the sei-vice though Pill
was a piker. They accused him of be
ing a “trench dodger” and a “feather
It was true that Pill liked to look
a tolerably neat and that he preferred
russtes to hoh-nails, wore white ducks
or gowns while on duty, and manicur
ed his nails at times. In civil life he
had perhaps been a pencil pusher, or
lawyer or held down some sort of a
soft snap where all he had to do was
sit around and look wise behind some
office door marked “Private.”
Nevertheless, Pill was a soldier, and
a man, besides. Right from the top of
his dome down to the epidermis that
covered the soles of his pedal extrem
ities. He was game,—and he proved
How? Well, when that death-deal
ing, microscopic organism commonly
called the influenza bacillus broke
loose somewhere in Spain, and start
ed the epidemic that made millions
of undertakers in almost no time. Pill
was called upon to face teh emergency
When the Spanish “Flu” was raising
havoc in every camp an cantonment
from Maine to Mississippi and from
Connecticut to California, who took
care of all the sick Sammies? It was
none other than Pill, in conjunction
with his officers and those God-given,
self-sacrificing, Angels of Mercy in the
person of the members of the Army'
Pill was there with the stretcher
and ambulance to carry his comrades
to the Base when the “flu” got them.
Black and white, young and old.
rookies or old-timer, they were all sol
diers. He didn’t discriminate, but ex
posed himself to the elements in their
behalf. Double duty was' done in half
the usual time, but in A-1 • fashion.
Pill didn’t mind the long hours, nor
the quarantine. He buckled down and
fought the “flu” in as soldieriy a fash
ion as ever a doughboy went over the
Even after the “flu” became so com
mon that those who hadn’t had it
were behind the times. Pill was still
on the job and doing his best. When
the receiving ward was daily doing
almost as much business as a modern
movie, it was Pill who checked in the
patients and found them a bunk in a
ward. Then, when in the wards to be
cured of the “ilu” Pill served them
their chow and saw to their wants
while the nurses and surgeons coaxed
When some of the members of Pill’s
own detachment succumbed to the
sickness, did he show a white feather
and want to lay down on the job?
Oh, no! But he volunteered to do the
other guy’s work, and his name went
in as willing to stay on the job, night
and day, as long as he was needed.
Not only was Pill game, but he was
efficient. The ones higher up in the
system to which he belonged com
mended him for his good work. He
was one of the cogs in a great ma
chine, and that machine—the Medical
Department of the United States
Army, together with the Army Nurse
Corps—combatted the epidemic in a
manner that was more than credit
The numerous smiling faces that
daily departed, pronounced cured of
the “flu” and returned to duty, bore
witness that Pill and his co-workers
in the U. S. Army , Base Hospital
were not duly dodgers.
Moral.—Though we may never get a
chance to fight the Hun, ’tis .better to
have fought the “Flu” and won, than
never to have fought at all.
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