Show ICAM By YA Alma aS Woodward Woodward- 1 DAYLIGHT SAVING Scene Camp Upton Time Evening Two boys are deep in a game of or I checkers A third is poring over th the I sporting page of an evening paper B n stretching stretching Its Its It's the tho spring I I Iguess guess We Ve miss grandmas grandma's sulphur and molasses I IA A A. yawning in sympathy sympathy That's That's one evil I escaped I know what's the matter with me Its It's that Daylight Saving stunt Its It's got me all out of plumb and I cant can't get righted somehow some some- how Every very morning when I blow reveille re reo reveille I say to myself You Vou poor nut whore who're you OU kidding B n Its It's smiling Its It's got my goat too I feel as though I haven't caught up with myself yet et Its It's harder for you though because youre you're bugler A pointing to the boy reading reading reading- Charlie over there is just wild to blow reveille some morning Says he used to be fancy bugler in the Village Symphony Quartette of Kenosha Wis l although h hes he's out of practice now B n slapping his knee Well knee Well why dont don't you give him a chance at it tomorrow tomorrow to to- tomorrow morrow morning Youre You're tired It'll make him happy Five ive you fifteen 1 minutes more more on the hay hay and and nobody nobody no body will know the difference A grabbing the idea Idea It It Isn't the fifteen minutes so much much its its it's just the satisfaction of setting Getting free of it for forone forone forone one morning But nut Im I'm afraid Ill I'll be bec c called for it B n reassuring him Who's him Who's going to tobe tobe tobe be the wiser Everybody's ot too much sleep in their eyes And if U its it's going to make the poor rube lI A suddenly suddenly All right right-I ht will Calling S Stay Say y Charlie Come Conte on over I want to tell you something 1 rolling off his cot cot Im Im I'm coming oming A smiling at him Say him Say Charlie how howd how'd howd id you like to be bugler tomorrow morning moraine C wild with Joy Say joy Say do you mean j it it Art the bugle land and Ill I'll go off into a corner of the woods woods' and I polish up a bit A as C disappears with bugle bugle bugle- It certainly be beats ts all what some peo pee people people find joy in The night passes on lightning I i j wings Streaks of silver gray brean breas in the east Suddenly a a. penetrating bugle blast rends the camp quiet Faces appear at barracks windows looking out blankly Here Herp and there therea a figure stumbles through a doorway and approaches the bugler I A dashing out wildly Youve wildly Youve You've I done it Youve You've done it Guardhouse I for mine Some understudy What I in blazes do you mean mean by blowing taps at daybreak I C I. I stammering I er I. I B coming to his aid Perhaps aid Perhaps this Daylight Saving stuff has rattled him I too Art Quick Quick grab grab the bugle here comes an officer officer bluff bluff it off Officer coming up What's up-What's What's the I I mESS mess A apologetically You apologetically You see sir I this Daylight Saving campaign has got me aliI all all ali I Officer sternly sternly sternly-I I want to see you in my quarters quarters' R B as victim is 11 led away away Now Now spill it ft Charlie what Charlie what on earth got I into you C on the verge of or tears tears tears-I I practiced practiced I so much last night my lips and tongue got all sore sore sore-so so this morning I when I woke up I couldn't blow anything any any- thing taps taps and and I didn't I want to fall Call down altogether so soI soB so- so j I B n earnestly Say earnestly Say Kenosha lost I some ivory mine when she lost you you Copyright 1915 by bv the tre Press Publishing I I. I To Co ro the New Kew York J Evening World |