United States Military Academy West Point - Howitzer Yearbook (West Point, NY)

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S BudeNote? BUGLE NOTES, like The How- itzer, is an annual publication, and it performs a very real function for the Corps. It is a West Point encyclopedia, revised each year, and issued to the ravening multitude along in May. In it is to he found all conceivable information on every j)hase of life at our rockbound Highland home. From it the Plebe ob- tains that inexhaustible supply of poop which, to the casual observer, he seems to spend all his time memorizing. And the Upper Classman is always going to it for such odd bits of knowledge as the postage rate to Squash City or the number of surplus tenths he has in math. Bugle Notes enjoys the unlimited confidence of the Corps. Not so long ago two men were slugged because, when it came to a disagreement between their leave orders and ' Bugle Notes as to the day fur- lough ended — they bet on Bugle Notes, and came wending their way blissfully in on September 1st. But for all of that, Bugle Notes is final, authoritative, and unquestioned — in the Corps at least. Without it we would be lost. Page three hundred thirty

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Carol of a Christmas Area Bird At peak of noon, for just a splash of blue I szceep the sullen skies day after day. There is no rift; I find no hue, But just a great, grim canopy of grey. At dead of dark in vain I scan the dim And silent dome abovt aloft, afar, There is no vagrant ray from rim to rim; Infinitude of night — and not one star. A chilling damp enwinds me as a shroud, A pall of mist arises from the sea. I look where Heaven teas and cry aloud; A far, faint sigh comes moaning back to me. The home of fire gleams; I shall not feel its glow, Xor glimpse the joy, nor hear the laughter ring, But onward trudge my weary way. And so, I ask you. Death, old dear, where is thy sting! Y 3! O- Page three hundred thirty-two