US Army Infantry School - Doughboy Yearbook (Fort Benning, GA)

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JG l924- DOUGH BOY ll ,J t 25 1 5. fu. Ara 'Q X Q REVERIES OF A CHRONIC Dedicated to the Perpetual Chronic, the man who wishes he was home and Pa was here. CThe following is extracted from a Diary found on the Machine Gun Range the morning after the night before. The original will be kept until the close of the school term and will then be cremated with undue ceremony in order that the decendants of this Rare Bird may not recognize the characteristics of their misguided ancestors and follow in his delinquent footsteps.j APPARENTLY THE DAY BEGINS: ON THE TRAIN-It is a cold morning and the climate is better where I came from. They marched us to the train instead of letting us saunter out and get on. On the train are the usual disturbers who insisted on pushing and shoving and keeping everybody all stirred up. The train stopped and a volley of wet dirt from the car ahead hit me in the face and knocked my hat off. What is there to laugh about? No fun in that for me. Train moves on. Why doesn't the engine take on watery before it starts? It would save time. What do all these school boys find to laugh at? ON THE M. G. RANGE-Stand around in a circle while the instructor gives lecture. Oh, Lord, when will he get through? Why doesn't he be ser- ious about it? Looks too da- cheerful. Ha! He's about through. QAny questions?j Yep, here they go. All the A hounds have begun to sound off. What do I get out of all these questions? Nothing! Nothing but C , while those dumbbells are grabbing off all the A's and B's . Well, all I Want to do is to get thru here anyway. Now we are going to shoot. Don't see why they make us shoot and work like privates anyway. We're not privates. CInstructor announces class wont be able to shoot for record account lack of time.j Why in H-- do we shoot at all then. Why don't we shoot all the time instead of fooling away so much time with conferences and lectures that I don't pay any attention to. joined the squad. Squad getting up a bet for High Man. No I won't come in. Don't believe in gambling anyway. Don't think we should Waste time shooting. Ilm on the last order, wake me up when my turn comes. 12 NOON-I am waked up in a very dangerous manner: Some fool placed a lighted newspaper beside me and I waked up amid a roar of laughter. Pulled down again by weight of various and sundry articles such as ammuni- tion boxes, logs, tin cans, etc., that have been tied to my belt. I have been L f .. 4 ,' .- 4 1 ' S ' 'QW li 5 wg . J N, 1-lah ai'- llnx

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.llge f 0 ' f l:.: f,p 4 ' Q1 524 DIWEHEOY SNEEKIN' AND PEEKIN, Of all the trees that sprout or grow, There's not a one he doth not know. From right to left, from large to small, By first names, he can greet them all. The whortle-berry, spruce and pine. The hemlock and the clinging vine. The apple, elm and sturdy oak. The tree that Zaccheus climbed, and broke. The sweet-gum, black-gum, spruce and cherry, The shrub, the nut, the herb, the berry, Hawthorne, Sassafras, weeping-willow, He dreams of nights, with head on pillow. Pecan, hickory, hazel, palm, From wood-land, thicket, grove or farm. The cane-brake, corn-field, fill or cut, Does Bobbie know them?-- Nothing but. Thus study vveg all Nature-Seekers, We crawl, we peek, we train as sneakers. Oh tell us, rnirthful Captain, PLEASE, Do all these efforts bring us B's ? 'J 3, , , T :thi l I le, I XXV kyg, .,.,. .s , g, F . L fp ,ig , 4 . Qu 5 If ' T ,, dill ra.-it af f l' 2 -1- Jef:-'41, wtf N 4 x 1 , f 1. Nw ,'.-V fg N1 .lt 1, , g p, ,JL gin aff 5 1 'ne' -' ref ' 'nt' ' rc' +1 Q ' ' L Q W '? x ',y'K QQ!! l 4 x Wg' ni

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-lc. ii -s L I f . .: J , v.. ' Q9 I x i AX' fl5i4Q.D6ii6riSi ?15iX taken advantage of. My hat was covered with sand. Sand ran down my neck. Every body looks too D-- innocent. I'1l stay awake this afternoon and get those birds. LUNCH TIME WHY does my wife insist on putting ham in my lunch. I've had ham twice in the last month. Sure goin' to tell her when I get home tonight. These women don't realize how hard a man works out here. Gimme a cigarette somebody. AFTERNOON. Only three hours more. We will probably be through by 3:30 but we'll have to stay until 3:40 just to keep the instructor in solid. That bird has a cinch. Well we are through at last and one more day behind us. ON TRAIN-Politics. Why do they Want to talk politics. Who's interested in who runs the United States anyway. They dOI'1,t increase my pay any. SQUAD ROOM-'Nother C. That Dumbbell that marks all these papers has sawdust for brains. Why I'd give this paper an A anytime. Well 1,111 goin' to tell 'em in writin,' believe me. AT BULLETIN B OARD- Well, ! ! ! There they go again! Listen to a gas barrage all mornin' and then spend the rest of the holiday waiting 'round to do some fool thing or other that I don't give a --- about. Well, good night, I'm going home and frame up a letter that will tell 'em what I think about that C they gave me. They can't get away with that. School boy chorus: G O O D N I G H T ! if Pk ii Woe cometh unto the man who sees not a little joy and good in everything as he 'Traverses' and 'Searches' life's pathway. C- J 'Q W '5 S . .Q ,gs- fi my Ai'- Imx