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F 1 I 14 QUARTERMASTER Corporal Kerkhoff spent the. week end at Gastonia, N. C., where he was a guest at the banquet held by tke Masons of that place, on Saturday night. Believe me hoys there is some speed to “Our Charlie.” “Boh” Arledge was unaccounted for cn last Saturday afternoon and Sun day until the information leaked out that he spent the time looking for Sgt. Raymond “Somewhere South of Chariotte.” Sergts. Elrod, Barth and Toth were guests of friends in Charlotte last Sunday, and it is reported that they at tended church services during the evening—Ask Elrod, he knows. Sergt. Johnson is on the sick list again after being in a serious auto mobile accident on Tuckassege Road Sunday evening. Use more care in selecting a chauffeur next time. Jack, or ride the trolley. Siergt. Cbleman was ‘again’ the guest of-friends in Kannapolis, N. C., iast Sunday evening. Perhaps it is his “Boyish Innocence” that wins him a place in society. “Jim” Miiler writes that the “White Lights and Crowded Streets” have no attraction for him when the Silvery Moon shines on the drifting Canoe in the rippling waters beneath the wav ing Paim trees in the Land of Per- potuai Spring. Sergt. Smith has added the plans for a garage to his collection of draw ings—for one must have a shelter for the Ford. (Overheard at the Q. M. C. Barn.) A tall, slim Private stood dream- iugly watching the mules eat their feed and he was heard to murmur “Mules O’ Mules you lucky devils to be able to eat that sweet smelling hay and those plupp oats instead of ‘Ac cumulated stew’ dished out to us.” THE CADUCEUS CHAPLAIN’S CORNER THOUGHTS OF A SICK MAN. The appearance of the “Y” push ball in our midst last Wednesday cre ated quite a disturbance of excite ment and fuQ for those who indulged in this new form or recreation. The ball which is a magnified rugby foot ball some twelve feet in diameter, weight, eighty pounds, composed of rubber and leather of considerable value, is available most any after noon lor the exercises of those who ■ play and amusement of those who watch. Along with the arrival of the ball We cite two visits from Mr. Lot, its tamer and sponsor who came to show us the game. Also, Camp Athletic Di rector “Mel” Sheppard was here feel ing out the baseball prospcets. A third fact, that “Y” Secretary Cald well has been stationed here as an organizer of any and every form of athletics would seem to indicate that the camp has awakened to the fact that we are not all sick ones over here—or perhaps these are signs of spring. We were favored Sunday evening last by a ministry of song. Two solos by Miss ohnstone, who possesses a voice unusually rich and cultured, were a feature of the evening service. At the close many remained that they might hear more. Besides the singer two others, Mrs. Schoonow, her ac companist, and Miss Nash, her man ager, all of Charlotte, composed the party. Chaplain Rowland ran a roster ot. three religious services Sunday last —the regular morning church hour at 10:15; a service for colored patients at 2; and, the evening service at .7. Goodly audiences greeted him at all three services. (With apologies to Edgar A. Guest.) Men fall in love with their nurses, I’ve heard I’ve read in the papers that this has occurred. But out of the ether I’m staring above And haven’t a notion of falling in love. I don’t care who’s kissing my nurse in the hall So long as I get the cracked ice when I call. A nurse should be pretty, but darned _ if I care, A fig for her looks or the clothes she may wear. I don’t care at all who her lover maj be. The only thing now that is worrying me Is will she come when the cracked ice I need Anri look after me with appropriate speed? Were she the queen of Sheba that stands at my bed Not one thought of marriage would enter my head. I don’t want to fly with her, north, east or south; I want to get rid of this taste in my mouth. Let some one else hug her—I don’t care at all So long as I get the cracked ice when I call. A GOLD STRIPER. There’s a human side to the soldier, A side most* folks can’t see, Tho’ tough in looks He likes good books. And is most like you and me. CORRECT. If an S and an I, and an O and a U, With an X at the end spell, SU, You’ll find him a jolly good fellow. Just approach one and find out; He’s chuck full of fun. Has helped lick the Hun, And is ready for any old bout. -the sol- WHICH LOCALITY? The top sej-geant, (to new buck pri vate from G. H. 10); Where in hell have I seen you before? B. P.: I don’t know, sir; what part of hell are you from?—The Reclaimer. After the Cut Prices At the WALLACE CLOTHING STORE Men’s Shirts $1.25 and $1.50 Values at 98c All KUPPENHEIM and VICTOR BRAND SUITS At 1-4 oif Army Goods at factory Cost Men’s Union Suits $2.50 Values S1.69 V. WALLACE & SONS Opposite Selwyn Hotel ' Pray what is a speller to do? dier; Then if an S and an I and a G Give him just half a chance; And an H E D spell side. He may need a shave. There’s nothing much for a spelled to But recall what he gave. Vi do And you'll have a good pal—back from But to go commit siouxeyesighed. France. —Ward Healer. —Pvt. Dewey Huggard. " -.V- ’ j
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