331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . 1 fi — BATTERY A 551!? Field Artillery, Wanted: A big assortment of garden seeds. Cook Lindner. If you want to know the fastest speed a train can go from Milwaukee to Chicagoask Lt. Allen. Kaufmans riddle—Where can I get it? What were the necessities of the Camp Grant-Robinson hike? Jakowlew,Moberg and Brokish. If you want to know how to get a car all for yourself ask Murphy. Great government sale—to be auctioned off, one 1918 pack saddle, F. C. Foltzmodel. For anything on pigeons (not chickens) ask Corp. Moldenhauer. Found: That it is not
331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . 1 fi — BATTERY A 551!? Field Artillery, Wanted: A big assortment of garden seeds. Cook Lindner. If you want to know the fastest speed a train can go from Milwaukee to Chicagoask Lt. Allen. Kaufmans riddle—Where can I get it? What were the necessities of the Camp Grant-Robinson hike? Jakowlew,Moberg and Brokish. If you want to know how to get a car all for yourself ask Murphy. Great government sale—to be auctioned off, one 1918 pack saddle, F. C. Foltzmodel. For anything on pigeons (not chickens) ask Corp. Moldenhauer. Found: That it is not possible to make one pancake big enough for Vaughn. 5LOW TROT—HO. BATTERY E — Page 317 \ 5511 Field Artillery, j V t Ji HOMMES 40, CHEVAUX 8. Roll, roll, roll over the rails of France, See the world and its map unfurled. Five centimes in your pants. What a noble trip, jolt and jog and jar, 40 we with Equipment E In one flat-wheeled box car. We are packed by hand, shoved aboard in team Pour a little oil on us and we would be sardines. X Rations—Oh, la, la, and how we love the man Who learned to intern our chow In a cold and clammy can. Beans and beef and beans, beef and beans and beef, Willy raw, he will win the war, Take in your belt a reef. Mess kits flown the coop, cups gone up the spout, Use your thumbs for issue forks, and pass the bull about. Hit the floor for bunks, six hommes in one hommes place, Its no fair to the bottom layer to kick him in the face. Move the corporals feet out of my left ear. Lay off Sarge you are much too large, Im not a bed sack, dear. Lift my head up please from this bag of bread, Put it on somebodys chest, then Ill
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