Jefferson Barracks Citizens Military Camps - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Lemay, MO)

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JEFFERSONIAN 'lil1t-t'o111pa11y street was desertedg the n1eu had eu 111a1ched over to meet the payntaster and ILQUIX e tl1e1rtratisportzltioii refund. .X lone I'tXUIxIl' walked Llp to the company com- 1n111tler and explained i11 wailing tones that he I1 td l1tt11 uttts '- 'isarily absent when the n1e11 had ftllt-11 111. The following conversation ensued: Rookieee Sir, what arrangenient shall I make IIHOIII reeeiviiig 111y money Captaiiie--e l suppose vo11 had better see tI1e Y 111111 i11 charge of quartersf . .. . . , . IiUOIilC 'HSII'. if its 1ust the same to I tl rather get mi11e in dollar billsfl If gleam of stars and moon and sun, Could e'er be blended into one, XX'ould they be brighter than your eyes, XX'hose brilliancy I highly prize? They would, beloved, l surmise. Could bolted door or guardhouse bar, Or deserts stretching Wide and far, Keep me from you, so sweet so good. Could distance dull my hardihoodf Dear one, I must confess it could. Colonele'f XVl1o brought you herefu Rookie- Two guards. Colonel'4'Drunk, I suppose? Rookie- Yes, sir, both of them. CILILIIACI'-'HXXVINJ is there? X'oice- 'Cl1aplain.'l C'iua1'd--f .Xdvance, Charlie. I Hush little flapper, lloult you cry' Xioulll get his big button lly e and bye. llere's where l prove an artist. 'l'heCade1 quickly cried. .Xnd qttivering drew tl1e loy ely maid lip closer to his side. H ' Xly supper IS cold. 'l'he eadet swore with vi111. il'ht11 the mess sergeant Illliklk' it Quite WLIVIII for him. .X ittokie had il little lamb, 'l'l1e111ess sergearit killed it dead. Xutl 111-11' tl1e1'ooki1-takes his lamb n lietttec-1111111l11.111lys'1flJ1'e21d. l'.XCilXl'.liRj kllltllltll s:11tl IJIX gun was tlll'lX, X11tl I ls.l'lt'I,X that I11-11':1s1'1gI11. l.1l-Q .1 tot-It ,tl ljltly .1111lSl1f11tl, lihe' 1111- 41111.11 s 4lI'l1lllL'l3l'l!lll. I .111 111'1l lltultie I Illltsl lean' you. I 11111--1leaxeyougo:-l1tIe1'11o111tk. I lll111tl1'111etl1l l can Soldier. XX ith II f4l11.1eI and :1 l'it'l.. you, Ist l.ieut.- I wish you would look the other way. Rookie Student- I ca11't help the way I look, git 'I XXfearily the lfxeeutive labored at his desk. Opposite the Camp Commander was busily en- gaged. linter Red Students. Tommie and XX'illie who are brothers. Both have spent a strenuous day in camp and have had their 1111iforms on all of two hours. They are veterans in every sense of the word and feel strongly the waste of time spent at such a camp as this. Tommie fthe olderl scratching his head and supporting himself on the Executives desk- Say fellow, we wants to get in the regulars, does this camp stop us?,l Executive promptly refers the two soldieis to the Camp Commander. They shuffle into the .Xugust Presence unabashed. Both scratch their ears and heads vigorously and finally stammer out in chorus- Say, does this camp keep us from entering in the regulars?', The K. O.-'fNo, how old are you?'l Students admit to IQ and ll years respectively. The K. O.-f'XVell, you will haye to have a letter of permission. Students again in chorus-'LOh, she said it would be alright. XVe could write to-night. but we ainlt got arty stampsf' The K. O. feels in his pockets for change but doesn't seem to find any money. The Assistant Executive feels in his but knows very well that he will not find any money. He is too poor. Finally the question is settled by a master stroke. The K. O.-Hlflere, take this 11016 to the Re- cruiting Officer in the morning. Exit students. One in soto voce murmurs- Gee, l wonder if I can get off K. P. o11 thisf, Alohnnie had iust arrived and been clothed as a citizen soldier. Having nothing to do and fear- ful that he might miss something he entered Camp l'leadquarters to look the staff over. lle found the lixecutive Officer present and gazed HCIlHlI'lll2ly in a mute fashion until Col. Clendenin asked l1in1 what he wanted. Linabashed ,Iohnie admitted that he wanted nothing. tDid he come to the right place?1 lipon this statement, the ldxeeutive Officer informed him that this was Camp lleadquarters and that he would not appear here unless sent for. XVhereat .Iohnie unafraid, blunted out-f'Say, what do you get i11 here anyhow? There was no audible reply. Captain bavvliug Ollt Cadet for disorder-Af Xioung 111an what would X'Ull do if yo11 were i11 111y shoes? Cadetffubir, l'tl shine them, Sergeant-f XX'l1at was that last card l dealt to you, Xlike. ' l'rivate Xlikef .X spade. Sergeautf- I thought so, I saw ytlll spit on . . . , , your hand before you pieked II up. - 1 P1151' Sftfy-111111'

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--1 JEFFERSONIAN 1-1 IPUBLICITY PAGESl The Truth About Wesz' Virginia BY PHIL M. CONLEY During the past few months, VVest Virginia has been ma- ligned, vilified, misrepresented, wilfully and maliciously lied about by unscrupulous newspaper correspondents and propagandists. Scurrilous articles and ludicrous cartoons have appeared in the metropolitan newspapers. Our State has calmly looked on with- out attempting to defend or explain. Those of us who are loyal West Virginians and good American citizens have resented the unjustified attacks. We have assumed that thinking people would not give credence to the gross misrepresentations and false statements, but would realize that the attacks were made by people who have a selfish object in view. VVest Virginia has recently become the Ireland of America in the minds of many people. They are purchasing maps of West Virginia in a manner similiar to the way they bought maps of Europe in the early days of 1914. Everybody wants to know where Mingo, the Tug River, Matewan and Logan are located. I presume in thc near future we will have an Over the Top Empy book which will become a best seller. When a native West Virginian strays to one of the outside states. people gaze at him with wonder mingled with half-fear. They look closely at his coat to see if they can discern the imprint of a six-shooter in his hip pocket. They regard him an exhibit, and one of the questions they ask is: Do you live near where all fthis word emphasizedj that fighting has been going on? If the West Virginian has a sense of humor, and most people from this State have, he will probably answer: 'fYes, I have six notches on my gun. He will probably add for effect that Sid Hatfield was his boon companion before he lost his life. Then to make his story realistic he will tell of many battles in which he has engaged where hundreds of people lost their lives. OUR PLACE IN THE SUN Take a map of the United States, sueh as your child uses in school, and hold it out at arms length. Locate West Virginia. You will see in outline the most irregular state in the Union. its borders extend from the middle of Permsylvania on the north, Pngif Sf'L'r'lI7X I