Culver Military Academy - Roll Call Yearbook (Culver, IN)

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Yes, Ma'am, you do hear right, that tune is The Old Gray Jlare. It,s for the hlotorized Infantry. No, BIIIIHIII, I don't know why they play a tune about horses for infantry 1 probably the band is jealous because those fellows get to ride and don,t have to walk. No, Pm sure there really isn't any hard feeling about it. 'fYes, BIa'a1n, it is impressive. But we donat ever see it. Only the sergeant-majors and the sick squad. The sick squad? That's that group playing tag over on the football field. IVhy are they . . .? Yvell, I guess some of them just got out of the inf'irmary and haven,t had time to rest up yet. Oh, sure I forgot that the graduating class falls out and reviews the final parade. No, Ma,am, 'fall-out' is just an expression .... Yes, Ma,am, you can go to the stables for Jimmy. Not at all, Ma'am. Good-bye. Troopers on parade. As the caissons go rolling along . . .

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' , OMF KELPQQPJ af Cb!-Kiel' 4 .Six Wnufea . . . The first bell rings, and the noise starts up, YVith the second bell thereis a snatching up Of book and paper and hat and all And a weaving path through the crowded hall, The pound of leather on cement walk, The Hi's and trivial kind of talk, The mumbling note of a flunkee's pain The satisfied laughter of 'fthe brain A swish of Wind as a few dash past, VVho can hit the canteen, yet make their class g The Waving coats and crashing doors, The songs, the jokes, and gentle roars, Out of the jaws of Death into the Mouth of Hell And the sounds die down from their rapid beat, At the section marcher,s, On your feet P' And again the swish as a few dash past Who hit the canteen-Were late to class. f 5 f k 2 Z r 2 U 25 1 1 4 3