One hears at sound of reveille, Straight through till taps is blown, “Gimme, lemme take yer razor,” “Have you got a sou to loan?” Or maybe, “Gosh, I lost my towel, Lemme take yours, will you, Bill?” “Have you got some extra ‘Sunkums’?” “I wanna wet me gill.” All through the day it’s e’er the same, Week in, week out, “Say, Bo, I’m just a few francs shy today, Wot’s chances for a throw? You know me, Al, me woid’s me bond, I’ve never stuck a pal, But I simply gotta keep that date Or hunt another gal.” “Have you an extra undershirt? The Major’s gonna see What makes the men so nervous like And scratch so frequently.” “I’m gonna promenade ce soir, Lemme take yer new puttees. Aw, mine’s been muddy for a week, Loose up, yuh tight ol’ cheese.” “I don’t know where me money goes, It takes the prize for speed, The next day after we’ve been paid, Can’t buy a punk French weed. Next month I’ll have to slacken up, Or jump into the lake”— But till that old ghost walks again, It’s gimme, lemme take! FRANK EISENBERG, Pvt., Tel. Bn. CAMOUFLAGE They tell us tales of camouflage, The art of hiding things; Of painted forts and bowered guns Invisible to wings. Well, it’s nothing new to us, To us, the rank and file; We understand this camouflage —We left home with a smile. We saw the painted battleships And earthen-colored trains, And planes the hue of leaden skies, And canvas-hidden lanes. Well, we used the magic art That day of anxious fears; We understand this camouflage —We laughed away your tears. They say that scientific men And artists of renown Debated long on camouflage Before they got it down. Well, it came right off to us, We didn’t have to learn; We understand this camouflage —We said we’d soon return.