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Show THE DIXIE OWL 2 Robert Miles Letter Camp I ewis, Dec. 2, 1917. Editorial Staff of D. N. C., St. Oeorge, Utah. Dear Friends, received the Owl and wish to thank you and congratulate you on its fine publication. Many dear old recollections of school life ran through my mind as I looked at its pages. Little did I realize a year ago that I was to be listed as one of Uncle Sams fighting men. Whom to blame for my condition I do not know, unless it be Old Kaiser Hill. lie seems to be the determining factor in everything at present. But just wait until a few more of us Yanks get over across the pond, then therell be a new Kaiser; a Yankee Kaiser. Instead of sauerkraut for breakfast well feed him stews and yankee spuds. I am informed that the D. N. C. is going to dedicate the Year Book to us soldier boys. We boys It certainly appreciate this. makes us feel that you are feeling for us. When it comes to service and sacrifice for country, Dixie is there. Dixie has never yet failed to hold her place among those that give; and whether she is called upon for men or money, she has always given first and in fullest measure. thanking you again for the Owl, I remain, Very truly yours, Bobert Miles. Battery C 3 IS F. A. 1 Camp Lewis, Wash. Tis better to have loved and lost, than to marry and be bossed. J. E. N. Bomeinber always that, we are every one as lazy as we dare be. Vasco M. Tanner. For Freedom The Germans entered into the wrar, Because the Kaiser said they must. The English entered this great strife, Because they thought their cause was just. But why did our United States Join hands with all the allied powers? It was to gain for all the world The freedom that we hold as ours. We wantnotoll; we warn no land; But this our worthy aim is now: The abolition from the earth Of arbitrary monarchs power. And every man who leaves his home, To go and fight for freedoms name, Is serving God as well as man, And for his country winning-fame- . Bowena Barlow. Army Life What George Miles Thinks of it We are aroused from our slumber at six in the morning by the bugle call, and must immediately arise and get ready for the morning repast, which is very substantial but not very enticing. Everything is done by bugle calls except drill; that is done by the sergeants unsympathetic voice, aggravating our natures into rebellion. But they simmer into s u b m i ssion when we cast a side glance at the Guard House with its barb-wir- e entanglements and its guard pacing around it with an air of autocracy, waiting for a chance to try his rifles shooting qualities on some fleeing culprit. And so we must be very respectful and obey orders, say times the word Sir ninety-nin- e a minute when addressing an officer and knock our feet together and salute on the shortest notice when an officer hoves in- sight. But after all the formalities the military life has a certain degree of fascination that makes up for the excess in formalities. I have become so accustomed to saying Sir, that when speaking to my lady school teacher, I unconsciously use the word Sir to my utter humiliation. So dont be surprised if I address you as dear Sir, as I have said but very little to women of late. Wishing you success, I am as ever, George. - And The War Goes On Our boys they are leaving, And the war goes on. Their parents they are grieving Because they have gone. They will act as strength and sinew, Lor the war will sure continue 'Iill the Germans see their wrong. Our boys are preparing, And the war goes on, To do some feats of daring When they meet the German throng. They will drive them oer their borders, And ignore their very orders,-Tilthe autocrats are gone. They will humble that old Kaiser As the war goes on, Till they show him they are wiser Than all his German throng. Theyll sacrifice autocracy, And substitute democracy, So the world can push along. l Willard Alger. The ideal life is in our blood and never will be still. We feel the thing we ought to be beating beneath the thing we are. Phillips Brooks. The optimist fell ten stories. At each window bailie shouted to his friends All right so far. |
