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BESTjnsHEs 'The Caduceus
There Is little need to discuss the
business prospects of the firms that
adrertise. The fact that they miss no
opportunity to cry their ware means
that they will succeed.
Those who have made their business
announcements in this, our soldier
press, deserves the patronage of all
who appreciate the progressive spirit.
We call your attention to our adver
tisements to this issue and for all the
business interests of Charlotte we ex
tend wishes for a prosperous New
“DEDICATED TO THE CAUSE OF
WORLD WIDE JUSTICE.”
Published every Saturday by the En
listed Personnel of the Base Hospital,
Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C.
Business Office Phone 1530
Editorial Office—Building C-1, Base
Five Cent* the Copy.
Editor & Mgr. ..Sgt. Verlin J. Harrold
^.Bsoclate Editor — Avery Toohey
.Associated Business Manager—
Ivan H. Law.
Roy A. Evans.
Dudley M. Sarfaty.
The interesting work of caring for
the thousands of horses at Camp
Greene will be featured in a story
about “The Remount Brigade” and
written by Knight Awdlee Hughes, in
next week’s issue of The Caduceus.
The story on the breaking, training,
housing and doctoring of the animals
will be accompanied by a picture of
a horse upon the operating table and
a photograph of the black steed that
General Dickman rode while at Camp
Greene and which animal is still at
THE NEW KING
HE analogy Itself may be as old as the ancient custom of crying
out at the passing of a feudal monarch.
When the ruler of one of those knightly kingdoms came to
his death, great throngs of his subjects gathered before the
gates of the royal palace. A chanting wall arose, “The King is
Dead.” It was followed by an acclaim of joyous note, “Long live the King.”
The second cry was the glad greeting of the new ruler. It was the throne
heir elect who was to bring happiness or sorrow, wealth or want to the
realm during the future days.
At the passing of the old year, that tyrant which has held out for us
both golden and dread-filled days, there is the touch of retrospection.
The past year has indeed harassed the soul of the world. It h^s tried
the spirit of America. It has seen thousands of mother hands hang up the
service fiags of honor and in the course of it’s crimson days have come
the scores of golden stars into the spotless fields of white.
The past year saw the son of the rich standing in the water soaked
trenches; it saw tender hands made rough and scaley in the rigorous labor
of the ship yards; it saw the money-mad Americans over subscribe four
gigantic war loans. Mercy was organized as never before during the year
that now passes; man has met man upon the common ground of com-
radship; a great people have blended all their interests in a great cause
of wrath and have won their fight.
The old year departs.
We stand upon ,the threshold of another span of seasons. The new year
will see a giant army of four million men mustered out into the peacexui
ways of trade. It will see the gigantic problem of reconstruction startea
with a ready will. It will see capital and labor standing in closer relationship
than ever before as they carry out the intricate problem of making over
the world of trade. , „ n t*
The coming year, the new king, holds much'of promise for all. it bears
every potentiality of a new life. We start to live all oyer again on the
hour that ushers in the rule of 1919. Before us is sunshine and hope a,nd
a thousand opportunities tor service. This is a call for strength and spirit
and worthy ambition. * „„„
Let us throw off the burdens of war harried days. Let us put aside pes
simism and skepticism—they belong to the reign of the king who passes.
Let us welcome the advent of the new king with cheery hearts and ready
wills. Let us start with a smile along the way of days that stretches before
us. The rule of our new monarch—1919—will be what we make it of
happiness or despair. Let us start with the shout of joy.