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

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,LQ U '-6-rf fn-Q 7 i 1 A3 ,nszauousnaov We all can call to mind with ease How we poor woeful wretches, Attended lectures wearing shirts And, coated, made our sketches. With collar tight and chest compressed Our alidades we lined: And well we learned when sighting shots That Sam Browne belts do bind. At that time we engendered hopes That here the thing would end, But that fond wish was not fulfilled- Their ways they did not mend. One day of lectures all indoors We surely felt like goats, For two learned talks were hats and shirts, The balance caps and coats! The changes they rang in on us QI swear 'tis true, Oh Lordj Came faster than the clerks could type And post them on the board. There was no hope to hold out To a poor long suffering male Whose, shifts of clothes would sure have made A debutante turn pale. But then at last one suit alone We wore to graduate, When all agreed we'd learned While here One should coordinate. - 4 ' ,i I5 gi-Q 1 'Ill

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flrjfff , 5 f SLA ,7 1 eq X. f - X , . ' U v THE MGNOGRAPH CWith apologies to The Raven j How well I remember, when early in November, As I entered school one morning, whistling, singing as of yore, There arose before my vision something needing quick decision, 'Twas the monograph. I saw it as I stood upon the floor, Damn the luck I muttered, as I entered through the door But 'twas there in big black letters, I can see it evermore. To the book store then I hied me, when the librarian espied me, Who is this he cried, upstarting, as I busted thru the door, Help me, save me, Mr. Ducrow, give me all the books that you know On the Marne, the Somme, the battles fought by Pershing by the score. The monograph has got me, give me all your stock and store, I'1l be insane by tomorrow, And he added evermore. Home then I weary plodded, to my friends I merely nodded, I was humbled, cowed and stricken, My God, but I was sore, Put my feet beneath the table, gulped my food and thus was able, To gain minutes that were needed to enrich my mind with lore, To fill the yawning cavity that had ne'er been filled before And if I live to be a hundred will be filled thus Nevermore. Thus I lived and worked and fretted, slightly aided and abetted By the drivel and the piffel of those who'd gone before Thus I emulated Gibbons, cribbed from Bancroft, Green and Simonds Improved Buchan and Motley daily as I added more and more Copying words and phrases is a thing that I abhor, To their work, I added phrases, but I added nothing more. Weeks passed by and I was able by living in the stable Close to nature and away from all that I adore, To divorce my wife's affections, forget my boys and by reflection E - 'I fi 1 I? - N -. ' ,,. vis? wi-- l in?