Rookie rhymes, by the men of the 1st and 2nd provisional training regiments, Plattsburg, New YorkPlattsburgh Barracks (N.Y.)
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Rookie rhymes, by the men of the 1st and 2nd provisional training regiments, Plattsburg, New York
Plattsburgh Barracks (N.Y.)
American poetry -- Collections; World War, 1914-1918 -- Poetry
PUBLICATION COMMITTEE
Edward F. Dalton, Chairman Co. 2, 1st P. T. R.
1st P. T. R.
W. Dyar, Co. 1
P. J. Field, Co. 2
G. B. Blaine, Co. 3
A. F. Woodies, Co. 4
J. C. McMullin, Co. 5
R. T. Frye, Co. 5
M. B. Phipps, Co. 6
D. Loring, Jr., Co. 7
C. H. Ramsey, Co. 8
W. W. Webber, Co. 9
S. S. Gordon, Tr. 1
R. B. Leake, Btry. 1
D. E. Currier, Btry. 2
2nd P. T. R.
W. J. Littlefield, Btry. 3
T. C. Jessup, Co. 1
E. E. Henderson, Co. 1
F. J. Felbel, Co. 2
Lieut. Kenneth McIntosh, Co. 4
Capt. Richardson, Co. 5
Pendleton King, Co. 6
H. MacKay, Co. 7
Herbert Clock, Co. 9
E. S. Murphy, Btry. 1
C. G. Shaw, Btry. 2
M. N. Kernochan, Btry. 3
FOREWORD
_River that rolls to the restless deep
From sylvan-born placidity,
Stained issue of the undefiled
By your own wayward will exiled
From the crystal lap of a land-locked sea,_
_Read me the meaning of your mood.
The waters murmur as they flow,
"Strife is the law by which we live;
Stagnation, our alternative:
This is the only truth we know."_
_The tides of mortal toilers meet
To merge their rhythms in bloody fray,
And, wave to wave, their armies call--
Nay, summon us that we shall all
Assume the role we choose to play._
_So, at the cry, in loyal breasts,
As smaller self-concern recedes,
Still burns the old Achillean fire,
Still eager questing souls desire
Not life but living, not days but deeds._
PART I
POEMS
STANDING IN LINE
When I applied for Plattsburg I stood for hours in line
To get a piece of paper which they said I had to sign;
When I had signed I stood in line (and my, that line was slow!)
And asked them what to do with it; they said they didn't know.
And when I came to Plattsburg I had to stand in line,
To get a Requisition, from five o'clock till nine;
I stood in line till night for the Captain to endorse it;
But the Q. M. had one leggin' left; I used it for a corset.
We stand in line for hours to get an issue for the squad;
We stand in line for hours and hours to use the cleaning-rod;
And hours and hours and hours and hours to sign the roll for pay;
And walk for miles in double files on Inoculation day.
Oh, Heaven is a happy place, its streets are passing fair,
And when they start to call the roll up yonder I'll be there;
But when they start to call that roll I certainly will resign
If some Reserve Archangel tries to make me stand in line.
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