"C" battery book, 306th FA., 77th div., 1917-1919 . he trip: 108 C i?aiii:rv history it was a gorgeous trij).—Zartinaii. The zenith of entertainment.—Hamilton. A gala occasion.—Ailed. Wouldnt have missed it for the world.—Beeman. Not to be surpassed even at Clayton.—Aiiio. A great social event.—White. ( )ne s])asm of jov.—Clark. An excursion never to he forgotten.—fiiui. Everything ran to form.—Casey. A great dispeller of tlie Ijlues.—Dunn. IV. One of mv hap])iest moments.—Havnes. A bacchanalian siesta.—Arterberry. Great for an artistic temperament.—Auger. Beyond all expectations.—Rosenberg. T
"C" battery book, 306th FA., 77th div., 1917-1919 . he trip: 108 C i?aiii:rv history it was a gorgeous trij).—Zartinaii. The zenith of entertainment.—Hamilton. A gala occasion.—Ailed. Wouldnt have missed it for the world.—Beeman. Not to be surpassed even at Clayton.—Aiiio. A great social event.—White. ( )ne s])asm of jov.—Clark. An excursion never to he forgotten.—fiiui. Everything ran to form.—Casey. A great dispeller of tlie Ijlues.—Dunn. IV. One of mv hap])iest moments.—Havnes. A bacchanalian siesta.—Arterberry. Great for an artistic temperament.—Auger. Beyond all expectations.—Rosenberg. The seasons triumph.—Kolosok. Couldnt have imagined such splendor.—Shazvarey. The horses worked in true form.—Leangos. A delirium of events.—Drakias. So enchanting.—Mo ran. Greatest of all turf dis])lays.—Henson. A blue ribbon for all concerned.—Sfeffen. A great trilnite to ^lontfort.—Sliof^zvell. Society succeeds at last.—Merettrio. The ponies acted splendidly.—Costa. Can you imagine it?— Sbe Pd^ddocl^*.^^ C BATTKRV HISTORY 109 March 17.—We were in that state of cahn thatmeans the utter loss of hope. It was so utter thateven the most infectious riunor became nonpathogenicand died eer it left the lips of the bearer. In otherwords if anyone came breezing in with some insidedope he would soon be told to lay down/ andwhere dya git dat stuff. Darling I am coming back—Silver threads among the black;Now that peace in Europe nearsIll be back in forty drop in on you some nightWith my whiskers long and white;Yes, the war is over, Dear,And were coming back, I hear—Back at home with you once more—Say by nineteen I thought by now Id beSailing back across the sea,Back to where you sit and pine,But Im stuck here midst the can hear the gang all curse,War is hell but peace is the next war comes around,In the front ranks Ill be found,Ill rush in again pell mell,Yes, I will: I will
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