This is the Land That God forgot. Arizona. This is the land That the Devil be-got. Arizona. In respects, it's possibly Better than Hell, In Naco. Hot air, mixed With sulphur smell, In Naco. There every acre Is desert sand, To take the place Of the "Brim-stone" Land. In Hell. Also, we have the Prickley-pear, In Naco. Sage-brush and cacti That might compare To pitch-forks. But should you ask me Where I'd dwell-- Naco, or in that place below-- Just three words From my mouth would flow: "Me for Hell." Conditions are settled Down in Hell; While on the Border, You never can tell. Arizona! Hell, yes! No watchful waiting, No peace at a price, Like Naco. The Devil's policy Is firm and concise, In Hell. No friendly raids, Nor Mexican strife; Like Naco. One's die is cast: To boil for Life, In Hell. In case of trouble, Of any kind,-- The Devil acts Without change of mind. Naco--Hell. Think of the wonderful Peace Sublime, In Hell. I only wish That peace were mine. ROUTINE (From a Marine's Diary.) 5:05 A. M.--FIRST CALL I heard the First Call sound, and then-- Just yawned and went to sleep again. 5:10 A. M.--REVEILLE At Reveille I shook the dope, Broke out a towel and a hunk of soap. 5:20 A. M.--ROLL CALL My name rang out upon the air; I hollered, "Here," for I was "there." 5:25 A. M.--SETTING-UP EXERCISE Took exercise, without a rest; I like the Breathing Movement best. 5:45 A. M.--CHOW Oh, what a difference breakfast makes! 'Twas Punk and Java, Dog and Cakes. 6:10 A. M.--FIRST CALL FOR DRILL First call for Drill reminded me-- I'll try the rear rank--"number three." 6:20 A. M.--DRILL Street Riot Drill and Company square; I nearly went up in the air. 7:20 A. M.--RECALL FROM DRILL Recall was music to my ears; I hadn't felt so tired for years. 8:00 A. M.--COLORS The Guard turned out for Uncle Sam And handed him the "Grand Salaam." 8:10 A. M.--SICK CALL One fellow went to show his corn For there's a Hike to-morrow morn. 8:20 A. M.--FIRST CALL FOR TROOP I shaved and washed, then cleaned the Gat, And had ten minutes left at that. 8:30 A. M.--TROOP The Captain sized us up for fair, But no kick comin' anywhere. 8:45 A. M.--GUARD MOUNT Guard Mount, my name wasn't booked; How is it I was overlooked? RESPITE No more calls to answer now Til I hear them holler, "Chow" For this is my easy day: Guess I rate it anyway. 12:00 N--CHOW--LIBERTY Chow was the regular menu, Spuds et cetera--carabao. I heard "Liberty" when it went But I didn't have a cent. 1:00 P. M.--POLICE Glad I have no work today; I'll turn in and hit the hay.