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FOLKS WILL REMEMBER YEAR
OF TEARS AND CHEERS
By Joe Lawlor
pLKS, will yon ever for
get 1918? What a Memor
able Year In the Life of
America and “you all.'
What a wonderful chance
for painter and pro-’-'cer of the Ben
Ali Hagin and I'lo Ziegfield type to
Collaborate on a Dramatic theme and
present war and its romance back to
the pastoral scenes of the good old
Wlien the Kaiser wagered his crown
and sixty million subjects that ideals
do not'pay, he started a Rough Wed
ding that was tolled around the world.
When he sacked Belgium, he deliber
ately cancelled the Ten Command
ments and if he and his enemy of the
Barber Clique had won, we would have
lost 2.000 years of cultured growth and
every conquered domain would make
a Coney Island Can Can outfit look as
tame as a seventh day adventist pic
nic on Labor Day.
We here in America had heard the
drums and martial tread through the
streets of France and England for
two years and a half. We read about
Louise with the Chestnut Tresses
streaming down her back, throwing
herself into the arms of Julian of the
Foreign Legion ’neath a soft Parisian
moon, and who knows that she might
have said: “If you are to have a
Rendevouz with Death,” do it for God,
France and me.
Later when the bells in our city
churches and town halls clanged forth
the Black Notes of War, why everybody
just hummed “Over There,” excepting
of course that specie who refuses to
throw water on a burning house, un
less he knows whose house it is.
Our troops landing in France for
the first time caused the critics to be
pleased. They seemed to have a Kid
McCoy in each m.it and as they march
ed along, some one said “This is the
day some Hun wilt get it in the. cervi
cal vertebrae.” But still they wanted
to see more of our Slashers before
passing Judgment. •
When the influx of 1918 arrived,
■'•carrying the same stride, they all
agreed that Columbia was a Wonder
ful Baby. What they did astonished
There was Roland Whitneiy, 3rd-,
from Fifth Ave., Pat O’Grady, 12th,
from South Boston. Toney Marietta,
from the Ghetto, Stamie Sobolinski,
from the Chicago Stockyards, Heine
Bhret from Cincinnati, and Shimmy
Sam from Alabam, all of them who
would fight at the drop of the hat and
how they did plow their way for a
touchdown over the Be-Hindeburg
Line. We will soon have these lads
with us again, and for those who
“Went .West, we have nothing but
tears and fond remembrance, but then
its a 1,000 to 1 shot that while lying
out in No Man’s Land if they had a
chance to make a swift review, they
never regretted that they had been
NEW YEAR’S WISHES
THERE ARE MILLIONS LIKE
THIS FOR BILL
To the personnel at the Base Hos
pital, it was a Wonderful Year. The
drive of last winter will ever be re
membered by the experience gained.
Each and every one made the grade
in thoroughbred style and the deport
ment of such a gathering was wonder
ful. in fact, would fill Lyman B. Ab
bot’s heart with joy. The personali
ties one meets, at the hospital are
indeed rare and if Written Up, would
be interesting as well as amusing. To
the Red Cross nurses, we all must say
we have found a New Angel. As a
popular Song Writer says, “she is the
Rose of No Man’s Land.” Here is
the highest type of American woman
hood, men doff their hats in respect
to her as she passes by and why not,
because those who don’t, are seven
degrees lower than the beasts of the
fields. She has carried sunshine to
the afflicted and comfort to the dying.
In fact, the Huns thought her so val
uable, that it was indeed a tough
■week, unless a couple of hospitals
were Shattered and the Angels filled
with shrapnel. So here’s to the fol
lowers of Florence Nightingale, God
Bless ’em all.
To the folks at home, you have prov
ed yourselves Thoroughbreds and when
we kissed you good bye, we naturally
thought you were more than ordinary.
You sent us away with a smile that
only you can give. Where we were
going, fate only knew, and when you
thanked the meek and lowly man of
sorrows, for being blessed with sons
willing to die for Ideals, why “dog
gone” the love light of neaven just
shone from out your wonderful eyes.
So all you American fohes, we at the
Base Hospital, Camp Greene, N'. C-,
wish a Happy Year and may your
Future Path be Studded with Dia
monds of Success and Blessings.
The one gift that so many of the
boys were desirous of obtaining could
be granted to but few and those fortu
nate in securing the much-sought-after
Christinas furloughs were the men
who had not been home since their
entry into the hospital personnel.
The men departed for their homes
as follows:—Jas. Hilliard to Greens
boro, N. C.; Bernard Stocking to Ohio;'
Ted. Graverly to Winston-Salem, N. C.;
Tom Bell to Texas; George Meyer to
Iowa; John Clement to Maine; Lloyd
Kiser to Virginia; Ray Van Tassell to
Indiana; Sherman Moir to Scranton,
Penn; Sam Wright to Penn; Owen
Berry to Newark, Ohio; Fred Harsh
to Lima, Ohio; Earl Shoff to Lima,
Ohio; William Yates to Biddeford,
Maine; John Hunt to Boston, Mass.;
Jesse C. Trott to Deppe, S. C.; Wm.
Long to Penn., and Hugo Lange to
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