By Sergt, I.imimril B .Iqchwun,Co, H, Mlitli Phmror lut Hlt;e tn lltnu of pen' f when nil waa »Ull Those kaofsker* hutig around ! IVlion I mi’s ii i*ris good, whoa HniPfl were bait, i Thw.v mnde Itml doleful sound, i But now thorn 1» no peace,We uro soldier* ulto unit nit,'.ml silll 1 hour Uu.t Mtno aid noise From bugle i all tn Call,How three boy* moot life's blessing* ta very straiiR In Joed,| They will sing the blues In spite of I fan;With ovonp need, i Tliiiv buns their shows and then want mom,The ihow don't eat Just right;( The innfs too large, the shirt's ton small,' The bt'wihp* fit too tight, iMie day they drill, nest day they I won't,The Captain raises snnd:Seme day he’ll fill the guard house up With every soldier mail And if 1 am out tl'tl try to be).I'll hear Just what Ihey Bay :I gue, - they'll think their O.sl is fJilwe, That there la no use to pray.They ran ring and pray, these wonderful men:(*OtS Irtves them, I am rurer ; They ran stun! utul girmble Just as well.Then cum mid pray some him re The; won't get up for reveille-,They are an-lt 'till the meal horn'sblow.Now then their ruti from tar and near, Mess Is one formation ms re Now after ihiw. not to the road On the sick list they will go.And when marked duty, hear them my,.Wluit uutkits him treat us bo?As this nil haps, I'm In the vineyard Working hard and true.Without time or reason to complain.1 have something else to do E will not bother my good of i leer* With uaeleas I’Irk* like these;Tti* 0hly things lliut worry me Are the cootie* and the flcae''Mnbbell'* Car—Ball Phorte East 2013 THE MESS LINE AND KIT,By SergL Jeeotiiitu 1! Jackson, to it. BlSth rtiineer tnf. It egWo nn* a Compute of the SlStlt, Organised In I'tmdou tov t.Wf hare I 'll Jiu rIt!Id-, ou the buttle line,But on amuher v e hate great renown,tie have had quite it bit of training.At drilling we are not slow.But utsy old time we hit u mess line {kitnetbitlg ha* got to go.The Berm an General, Vtm Hlnden-burg,Could till vs num-iHivvf-r some:Ur cmild take u hill against the Allies' Will And not a, man would run.He formed u line thut was go strung It held for three ears or mote But lit tell you now, had it led tc chowWe would liuve broken It long agoKaiser Dill was a greedy boy.He took n bite that wu* n*o big; He niched his HittdenUurg dug on a full grown hog— lie thought It was it pig.Now «« never had a chance at ilm denhurg's line.And I don't know what we would do. Rut they are wauling time with the old mesa line,For we wilt break It half into.No w.inder-lDst brought us across the sea,It »a* our l.'uclc Sntnmy s nwiB The lime was then that noble men Were Joined in nobler deeds Now we wonder when we wilt gel buck home.We would certainly like to go.But the tim* Is noi long, li e Just Ilk. n song—' Hark' The old mesa whistle's blowWhen the long Hikes nu the aiony road*fa used pains down in our feel. We share our troubles with the oh mess ks«That makes our hitlers sweet.We never squabble with our cooks, Nor anger these men at nit.For when the old pack has nearly broken your buck There'* Joy in Ule uld moss call.Wo have won fume, 1 have said before Wo will soldier until we are free. And store our troubles away with the old mesa kit Anil the beat of dtUetu 1».With no doubt n dream every now and !licU,For there arc dangers on every hand.i Bui we will never forget, while we live, you bet.The moss Hilo la no Utah's land