The cause is just--yet more we trust-- For the Honor debt we owe Can ne'er be paid. 'Twas the timely aid Of the Frenchman long ago. For Lafayette is with us yet, Still held in memory dear. Our hearts now burn to give return, While his name we all revere. Oh! we're off to France--we want a chance At the ecstatic thrill Of being there to have a share In the funeral of "Kaiser Bill." THE HIKE The orders are, "Prepare to hike!" So pack your war bag. Hit the pike. Throw back your shoulders--keep the step, For this is where we get the pep. "Prepare to hike," the orders are. And don't you dare to ask how far. We'll get what's coming, don't you see? So what's the odds to you and me? Prepare to hike! Roll up your kit. Strap on equipment. Hit the Grit Your corns will ripen on the road,-- Just pare them down when taps are "blowed." We're billed to hike--the bugles blow. "'Tis column right" and off you go. Civilians watch as we pass by-- We watch the girlies wink the eye. Prepardness is the slogan now, And rumor says there'll be a row-- A real one on the Western Front. We're drilling for this special stunt. Prepare to hike! Get in the game. Your feet get sore, but don't go lame, Just set your jaws, with stiffened lip, And hold the lines with sand and "zip." War may be "Hell." So let it be. Yet, must be fought, if liberty Is still to reign upon her throne,-- Else all is lost. The best is gone. Prepare to hike! Once more I say. Round out your muscles for the fray. Life's not worth living any more, Should Teuton force invade our shore. A-B-C-OF ARMY LIFE A is the ARMY, With its shot, and its shell, B is the BATTLE That makes the War, Hell. C is the CAVALRY, Dashing and Bold, D is the "DOUGHBOY," Whom the trenches must hold; E, ENGINEER, Who lays out the plot, F the "FIRST AID," With stretcher and cot; G is the "GUARD," Our "Border-Patrol"-- H is HEADQUARTERS, The high-ranking role. I is the INFANTRY, That's hot on the Hike, J is JAW-BONE, Oh, "Pay-as-you-like"; K is the KITCHEN, Where they turn out the "stew," L is LANCE-CORPORAL. Who ranks just a few; M is the MESS, Where the rations are served, N is "NON-COM," Whose "Stripes" are deserved; O is the OFFICER, "Spick and so span," P is the PRISONER, Who's "under the ban," Q is the QUARTERS, With "lights out at Taps," R is the ROOKIE, Whom everyone raps, S is the SERGEANT, Who keeps 'em in line, T is TATTOO, Three-quarters past nine, U is the UNIFORM, Buttons so bright, V is the VOLLEY, That settles the Fight; W the WAGON, With "four Army mules," X the eX-soldier, Whose ardor now cools, Y is the YOUNGSTER, Just out of the "Point," Z--can't you tell This line's out-of-joint? A SOLDIERS PRIMER