Eastern High School - Punch and Judy Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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THE EASTERNER Moca oes ee 31 a end A SOLDIER'S FAREWELL. Now, girls, I’m going to say goodbye, tomorrow I must go To Fort Slocum in my new khaki to learn what I must know ee this LOR es of shooting Huns and muster up my grit For the horrors of the firing line, |’ ; To eliminate the Kaiser’s b h he ite ie Soil : unch, the things for which they And give safety to Democracy and to my native land. I’ve got to do my bit, I said, I’ve got to do my all - ce a nation grants a peace, or fight until I fall; ae gow ete the slackers and I don't dislike the Huns s a the Germans over here, far from the sound of i apie es of the Gatlings, and the ever-present mud Into a e happy warrior sinks, the dead, dull, sickening With which a shell alights and then the idle moment when You think it won’t explode. It does. They dig you out again, And bandage you efficiently and give you t wo weeks rest, And send you back with hope destroyed, and life devoid of zest. And I know the putrid food, and I know the fetid air, I’ve heard it all, it’s old to me, I’m going, I don’t care. I am going, yes I’m going for duration of the war, And only disability can send me home before. And if they shoot my jaw off, the does. will fix the mess, Though it makes me cut the cigarettes and talk a whole lot less. And I’m glad my Uncle Sam has found me fit to wear the cloth; And if the cloth is only cotton, then it won’t attract the moth, And I’ve heard the worst atrocities, there’s nothing more to tell, And if Sherman had the right Idea, then I like it jolly well. —Miner K. Stout.

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