Here's health to you and to our corps Which we are proud to serve, In many a strife we have fought for life And never lost our nerve; If the army and the navy Ever look on heaven's scenes, They will find the streets are guarded by The United States Marines. HERE'S TO THE SIXTEENTH! (_A toast by an officer at San Antonio banquet_.) Here's to the "Sixteenth Cavalry," A "Colt" that has just been foaled; Bred with no "Past,"--but a Future, Which Training and Time will unfold. This "Colt," with his milk-teeth gives promise Of growing to be some fine horse, And if we give him "right raising," Be sure that he'll "come across." Our "Colt" is as "sound" and as "quiet" As any old horse you will see, And, as for his "fit conformation,"-- That's just as fine as can be. Here's hoping that he gets good "grooming," Good "grazing'"--good "stable"--good "stall;" So when they sound "Boots and Saddles," The "Colt" can answer their call. Here's hoping that he gets good "forage," Well "watered"--with "all-fours" well cleaned; And not have to patrol the hot Border,-- At least,--until he is "weaned." We'll swear by this "Colt," who is "hoof-marked" With the "16th Cavalry" brand; And we'll warrant when he "cuts his molars," He'll be as good as the best in the land. We'll see that he gets fearless riders, Who are "kindly" and know every "aid;" So if ever a battle is brewing, He'll go to the "Charge" unafraid. He'll compare with all Cavalry horses, No "I. C." marks for his neck; Instead, upon his new brow-band Resetted Blue Ribbons bedeck. No matter the "sire," no matter the "dam," His "strain" is "pure-blood"--tho "unregistered" yet; He'll "run in the money,"--when put to the test, To "win in the stretch,"--on that you can bet. So here's to the "Sixteenth Cavalry," The youngest of Cavalry "mounts;" He hasn't a "Past" and a "Pedigree," But 's "all-horse,"--and that is what counts! HIKING IN THE PHILIPPINES (_From a Marine's Diary_) (A ONE-DAY HIKE) Rise and Shine, the bugle's calling! Spring up lively from your beds! Into line we'll soon be falling-- Shake a leg, you sleepy heads! Better make a hasty toilet, Like the other fellows do, For I'll guarantee you'll spoil it, Long before the day is thru! Better see the shoes you're wearing Have a heavy pair of soles; Or you'll do some awful swearing When the rocks come thru the holes! Have your canteen filled and ready Haversack swung on your belt, Where it will swing good and steady And its weight is scarcely felt! At your breakfast don't you hurry-- Eat another dish of beans; For you'll need it--don't you worry-- Hiking in the Philippines! Up the dusty road we've started-- Rout Step--walking at our ease; Soon the even lines are parted-- All are walking as they please.