| Show FORMER PUPIL OP SL PT BALL WRITES A 1 POEM here is a written by a form tr r pupil of superintendent super ball while lie ho was teaching in the granite high school the author of the poem enlisted in the marine corps and the sirl girl whom lie addresses in tho the poem was also a former pupil of bupt supt ball 11 A 1 DAY WITH THE MARINES alsten katie I 1 will oil ell you yon of 01 W life I 1 in the training camps of 01 all the luxuries ar around und us As iron beds anti and lecarie lec trie lamps and if I 1 liay ill also tell you on of our trials and our wee and if you can help it us any write a line and let i s know when in slumber were indulging and our bunks are warm and tine file with a voice that makes us shiver I 1 dawson hollers rise anti and shine after six me must not linger it matters not how tired we be but every lay day and even sunday we must get up ug tor for reville revil lc F for or half an hour stewart drills us its in double time and swedish to too tho then we swcap anti and scrub the quarters Theres always work wok for us to do at seven thirty stewart hollers shake a leg its tims for chow if you think marines cant hustle you just ought to see them now fall in fit right face forward march Is all the caporal lias hac to say and lies hes obeyed by all the section theres never one that goes astray ten tell men stand around each table and hungrily they eye the eats but must not sit it or touch the victuals until the corporal cir CLr orders seats shoot the spuds and pass the gravy hurry up I 1 W want some more there never is a moments silence until we aks s out thru the door and now we get tile the swedish proper arms upward stretch trunk sideways bond bend the leader hardly stops a minute we think the hour will never end but still the exercise is helpful it builds up and makes us strong so we can call run anti and not lint get tired and ten mile marches wont seem long from nine to ten tell we lave inspection the quarter must be neat and clean when the inspection officer passes and tells our corporal what hes seen then we ive have our morning practice given by corporal stewart zt dear he surely is a fine old soldier and gives commands that we can hear form company square sal lare and column of sections were learning how to fight the foe company halt then a private hollers get your gun butt buit off my toes thus thu we drill till leven thirty up and down its lots of fun hark I 1 hear the bugle calling saying morning drill is done now we have an hour of study I 1 rush to the canteen and tile the fly and throw a dime upon the counter for a pint phit of milk anti and piece of pie and then upon my bunk bunic reclining I 1 dream of home and wonder how my 1113 friends are arc then the corporal hollers come on you birds all out for chow from one till half past three lie he drills us mr reviewing all il weve learned before As soon as one drill is completed we rest a minute then drill some more now in skirmish line we scatter charging up the sunburned sun burned hill taking trenches as in real battle now rushing forward now lying still when the daily drill is over and our washings in the pall pail we like to hear the corporal holler come over ere and get your mail all are arc anxious for a letter some token from our friends at home which shows they never will forget us though round thi the world we have to roam at night we go to see the movies or write to dear ones far away or to the library we may wander and see what authors have to say at ten we hear the bugle calling and soon the loud and peaceful snore and heavy breathing of our comrades oh were marines forever more this shows you our life now katie As it passes day by day hoping this will find you happy im your friend as ever ray |
