FROM DAYS GONE BY Feb. 14, 1919

February 14, 1919.

The following is two poems from 1919. The first was written by Private Arlie C. Price, Company B 407 Engineers, somewhere in France. The second poem was submitted to the paper signed Anonymus. The author makes a humorous side of the dreaded flu epidemic.


IN MEMORY OF MY DARLING SISTER

We have lost our darling sister,
She has bid us all adieu,
She has gone to live in Heaven,
And her person is lost to view.

Oh, sister, how we loved you,
Oh, how hard to give you up,
Tears from our eyes were falling,
But we had to drink the cup.

Deep sorrow shades our brow,
Since cold in death she is sleeping;
We have no baby sister now,
But there's no use of weeping.

Precious sister, she has left us,
Left us forever more,
But we hope to meet her,
On that bright and happy shore.

Lonely the house and sad the hour,
Since our sister has gone,
But we know she is resting safely
In our blessed Savior's arms.

So let us live while on this earth
That whenever we too are gone,
We shall meet our darling sister
Around Gods great white throne.



THE FLU

When your back is broke and your eyes are blurred,
And your skin bones knock and your tongue is furred,
And your tonsils squeak and your hair gets dry,
And your doggone sure you're going to die,
But you're skeered you won't and afraid you will---
Just drag to bed and have your chill,
And pray to the Lord to see you through,
For you've got the flu, boy,
You've got the flu.

When your toes curl up and your belt goes flat,
And you're twice as mean as a Thomas cat,
And life is one long and dismal curse,
And your food all tastes like a hard boiled hearse,
When your lattice aches and your heads' a-buzz,
And nothing is as it ever was,
Here are my sad regrets to you---
You've got the flu, boy,
You've got the flu.

What is it like, this Spanish flu?
Ask me brother, for, I've been through,
It is misery out of sheer despair,
It pulls your teeth and curls your hair
It thins your blood and brays your bones,
And fills your craw with moans and groans,
And sometimes may be, you get well,
Some call it flu, --- I call it Hell!