. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 10 (September 5, 1919)]. ys. Some walked the deck where the freighters wreck Lies deep under storm-tossed seas. Best played of all is that bugle call That comes from Hobokens shore Where the boys of the band on the pier heads stand To welcome us home once more. —Otis Peabody Swift. The Makings and a Light Tracing a path through shell-holes in a road, Where night is blacker than the Kaisers soul,Where seven fives are dropping still, and every shade Seems meant to hide another deeper hole,Bouncing alofig with messages of weight, Suddenly a cry bursts f
. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 10 (September 5, 1919)]. ys. Some walked the deck where the freighters wreck Lies deep under storm-tossed seas. Best played of all is that bugle call That comes from Hobokens shore Where the boys of the band on the pier heads stand To welcome us home once more. —Otis Peabody Swift. The Makings and a Light Tracing a path through shell-holes in a road, Where night is blacker than the Kaisers soul,Where seven fives are dropping still, and every shade Seems meant to hide another deeper hole,Bouncing alofig with messages of weight, Suddenly a cry bursts from the breast of night,The sidecar creaks down to a groaning halt— Hey, Buddy, got the makins and a light? This is a song of doughboys and the War, Advancing, resting, halting, in retreat,Always the same old tune no matter where You find them, iti what hour you meet—A company comes marching down the road, Compny halt! Fall out there on the right!A crash of arms, a burst of talk, and then, Hey, buddy, give me seconds on your light. —Robert Wilson PLACING THE BUGLE ON A PEACE BASIS 24 BULLETIN THE AMERICAN LEGION WEEKLY
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