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The Birthday of Unhappy
Edgar Allan Poe
A commentator writes that when this ill-fated poet
was himself he was gentle, well-bred and talented.
A few of his poems reprinted.
"^L/""ESTKRDAY was the lOiUh anniversary of the birth of Edgar Albin Poe, |
- ? American poet, writer of fiction and critic. He was born in Boston, Mass., '
*?" on January 19, 1809, and died October 7. 1849.
His father and mother died when he was two years old, and he was adopted by ;
John Allan, a tobacco merchant of Scottish extraction. The boy was indulged in
every way, and encouraged to believe that he would inherit .Mr. Allan's fortune.
In 1815 the Allans went to England, and Edgar was placed in a school at Stoke
Newington; upon their return to America in 1820 he was placed at school at Rich?
mond, Va., where they were living, and six years later sent to the University <$
Virginia in Charlottesville. Here, as one biographer puts it, "the effects of a very
unwise training on a temperament of inherited neurotic tendency were soon seen.
He was fond of athletics, and was a strong and ardent, swimmer; but he developed a
passion for gambling and drink. His disorders made it necessary to remove him, I
and h<^ was taken away by Mr. Allan, who refused to pay his debts of honor."
In May of 1827 Poe enlisted at Boston, and served for two years in the United
States army. He was promoted to sergennf major on January 1, 1829. Two months
later Mr. Allan obtained his discharge from the army, and in 1830 secured a. nom?
ination for him to West Point Military Academy. Charges of neglect of duty which
he failed to answer caused his expulsion from the academy in ".March, 1831. -Mr.
Allan's patience was exhausted; there was "a scene of painful violence" between
them, and at his death in 1834 he left his adopted son nothing.
In 1827 Poe published at Boston his first volume of poetry, "Tamerlane and
Other Poems," not under his own name but as "A Bostonian." The second volume
of "Poems" he published four years later in New York under his own name. From
1833 till tin time of his death he was employed on various magazines at Richmond,
New York and Philadelphia. When he was "free, from the maddening inlluencc of
alcohol he was gentle, well bred and a hard worker on the staff of a magazine, will?
ing and able to write reviews, answer correspondents, propound riddles or invent
and solve crypto?;tarns. . . . But his mania sooner or later broke off all his en- ;
gagements and ruined his own venture" (a magazine called "Stylus"). Poe died in ?
a hospital at Baltimore, October 7, 1819.
What has been called "a melancholy sensuous emotion in a penetrating melody i
all his own" is expressed in most of Poe's verse. A few of his shorter poems follow: ;
Catholic Hymn
AT MORN at noon at twilight dim
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
1 i ?oy and woe in pood and ill
Mother of <:?"', be with mc still!
When ' hour: flew br ghtly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My seul. lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now. when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly mj Present and my Past,
Let m;,- Future radiant shine
With sweel hope of thee and thine!
To One in Paradise
npHOU wast all that to mc, love,
JL For which my fou! did pinc
A green isle in the sea, lov?-,
A fountain and a shrine.
Ail wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And ;.!! the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
Bui t ?) be ivercasl '
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
i Dim gulf.) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more -no more?no more"- ?
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the s.'inds upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or tiie stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances.
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
To F?s S. O?d
(Mrs. Francis Sargent Osgood)
THOU wouldst be loved? -then let thy
heart
[?'rom its present pathway part not!
Being evervthing which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love?-a simple duty.
An Enigma
??QKLDOM we find," says Solomon Dot
?5 Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundes
sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at one?
As easily as through a Naples bonnet
Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while yoi
con it."
And. veritably, Sol i.s right enough.
The general tuckermanitiea are arrant
Bubbles -ephemeral and so transparent
But. this is, now you may depend upon it
Stable, opaque, immortal all by dint
<y Paul Thompson i
? Of the dear names that lie concealed with?
in it.
(To find the name, read the first letter
\in the first line, the second in the second,
and so on?Sarah Anna Lewis.)
A Dream Within a Dream
TAKE this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now.
Thus much let me avow?
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
j Is it therefore the less gone?
All?that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I
I stand amid the roar
(if a surf-tormented shore,
And I hohl within my han?:
?Ira in s of the golden san?!
How few! yet. how th?->y creep
Through my lingers to the deep.
While 1 weep while I weep!
O (Jod! can I not grasp
Them witli ;-. tighter clasp.
0 God! can 1 not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that, we see or seem
Hut a dream within a dream'.'
Current War Poetry
ore Sorrows of the Sultan
JERSHEBA gone, and Gaga too!
\nd lo! the British lion,
a pause to comb his main-,
inily padding off again.
Tad up, en roete for Zion.
Yes, things are looking rather blue,
.lust as in Mesopotamy;
My life-blood trickles in the sand;
My veins run dry; I cannot stand
Much more of this phlebotomy.
In vain for William's help I cry.
Sick as a mule with glanders;
Too busy?selfish swine?is he
Will? winning ground in Italy
Anu losing it in Flanders.
Hi- missives urge me not to fly
Hut use the utmost fury
To hold these Christian dot's at bay
And for his sake to block the way
To his beloved Jewry.
'My feet," he wired, "have trod those
scenes;
Within the walls of Salem
My sacred presence deigned to dwell,
And I should hate these hounds of hell
To be allowed to scale "em.
"So do your best lo give them beans
( Y?M hl(Vl< IMIIIIO HlTltllllllit i?lt\ ? 1 ,
Jta* ?*?*? * ?ta? uong?ltod dut? _?
I will arrive and consecrate
Another Gorman mission."
Tha?'.-: bow he wires, alternate days,
But sends no troops to trammel
The foe that follows as I bump
Across Judien on the hump
Of my indifferent camel.
Well, I have tried all means and ways,
But seldom fail to foozle 'em;
And now if William makes no sign
(This is his funeral more than mine?
Tho giaours can have Jerusalem.
?O. S.( in Punch.
In No Man's Land
HP HOUGH you be stopped midway in tho
?*- charge
And sink to earth a thing that may not
move ;
Though with the common welter of tho
ground
Slowly and hideously you be lost;
Though you be made many with tho grains
of earth
And uttermost dispersal be your lot;
Though life become a thing that never was
And remembrance of you on tho earth
Be less than a dream that no one ever
dreamt ;
Yet just you
Shall surprise ?the shy arisen Christ
Walking in the garden in the dawn.
?Charlea lt. Murphy, in The Natimu
"Stump Speaking"
By George Caleb Bingham
? From The Art World
GEORGE CALEB BINGHAM, Virginia horn hut Missouri bred, belonged to the early and
middle nineteenth century. Though a prolific maker of portraits in his own region, he was
also known as an "anecdote artist," and left valuable pictures of life from Kansas and
Missouri before and after the Civil War. His "Jolly f'latboatmen" won the prize in one of the
annual competitions of the old American Art Union of New York. "The Art World" throws some
interesting light on his early life:
"Despite bis surroundings, George Bingham, while be worked as a carpenter, indulged himself
in attempts at portraiture, and finally resolved to make that his career. He went to Washington
. . . and soi up a tent near the Capitol, with a sign out which informed the world that here
was . . . an artist ready to draw or paint likenesses."
.ase
?wc
"Loihilcitu," an opera in thret nets, the
book by Forzano and the music by Pictro
Mascagni. (liven ?is first American per?
formance of the Metropolitan Sut union,
January 12.
-/ / r~ | "A 11]-] production of a new opera,"
? admits "The Sun," "ought to be
a fruitful topic-, but in the pres?
ent instance there is little enough to say."
And this is a sentiment that finds its
echo in "The Evening; Post," wherein ap?
pears this paragraph:
"It is the latest work by the composer of
'Cavalleria Rusticana.' who has been pro?
ducing operas ever since that work made its
success---but. they have all been failures
'Lodoletta' seems destined to consort with
the majority, rather than with the minority
of one. 'Cavalleria,' crude and banal thoug'n
it is, has tragic force- the present work has
?not even pathos, beyond the mere fact of flu
; death of the heroine. The plot is no bettei
and no worse than a number of opera book;
| which have won more or less success, Bu
the music is so absolutely devoid of char
?acter, melody, interest of any sort, that it i?
difficult to write about it."
In "The Evening Mail" one read:
''Musically the work cannot be piac?-?
ahead of the many other pleasant mediocri
: ties that have flowed from the pen of thi
! Italian composer since he placed the stam]
of genius upon 'Cavalleria Rusticana.' It i
reminiscent of 'Iris,' though less significant
? and there are occasional marked borrowing
'from Puccini, as in the Scarpia motif of th
I second act.
"The choral passages arc cleverly written
with especial charm in those allotted to th
boys, and there is a sustained and individua
.beauty in the music which accompanies th
I death of old Antonio. Otherwise the see!
lis alternately obvious and artificially in
j volved."
This paper noted, however, that th
new opera "is an assured popular success
if only because it gives Caruso a pai
exactly adapted to his vocal and dramati
abilities." And now that Caruso has bee
mentioned it is well to go on and commi
nicate some of the general satisfactio
expressed by the critics over the singin
of the work. "The American" declared
"Whatever the merits or demerits of 'Lod<
lctta,' however and let it be noted at on?
I that the work is not of a sort, to produ?
violent discussion it ought to prove a va
nable addition to the repertory of the Me
' ropolitan Opera House, if for no other re;
son than that it offers quite unusual oppo
'amities for the vocal and dramatic pcrsu;
sions of G?raldine Farrar and Enri?
Caruso, who. as every one knows, arc Sign?
Gatti-Casazza's most potent bo>; office ma;
nets."
The Tribune recorded this opinion:
"Mr. Caruso has in Flammen a pan whi?
allows him to sing as the gods meant 1
should, and he makes the mosl of the o
portunity. It was Caruso at his best, h
golden tone, lis feeling, his flexibility of
utterance uniting under the control of a just
taste. Moreover, Mr. Caruso wore a beard,
; ? .-i a beard ever becomes him. The public
w !! love him in the part. Histrionically
Mis Farrar was at her best and sincerest,
though vocally she is not yet herself. Her
Lodoletta is a cr?ation not unworthy of
being placed beside lier (loose Girl."
Yes, on the side of interpretation "Lodo?
letta" appears to have carried everything
before it. Even the plot, according to
one critic, isn't half bad. This observa?
tion comes from "The Herald":
"'?"lie story is full of contrasts. It is ail
mirably adapted to an operatic setting. If
Mr. Mascagni had only put some, red blood
into his music. If only it, rose with the
movement of the drama. But always it is
quiet. The orchestration is purposely thin.
There are melodies that charm and through?
out there is a simplicity that some other
; modern composers might copy with im?
punity."
"Tho (?lobe" treats Mascagni's new
work in a mood of line spun satire, [f
space permitted the entire review, writ?
ten by Yir. Pitts Sanborn, could be here
reproduced very effectively. At any rate,
this paragraph must not be passed over:
"Xu, it really is quite too sad, this sad,
sad tale of 'Lodoletta,' But even so perhaps
not quite so sad as Mascagni's music for it.
That is always hovering on the teary smile
of 'I.a Boh?me,' then suddenly remembering
itself, and, resolutely cscowl, whining a
?lour plaint into Othello's fateful handker?
chief. - Masca,' ni seems to have made up
his mind on no account to rewrite 'Caval
' leria Rusticana' only tu lose himself hope?
lessly in a maze of treacherous Puccini
shallows Hanked by frowning cliffs of Verdi.
However, the music of 'Lodoletta' is not
pretentious, and that is perhaps the kindest
thing that can he said about it."
Concerts
Leo Omstein
'"^S""*? HIS pianist has just returned from
| a tour of the West?returned, ac?
cording to "The Evening .Sun,"
with an evidently increased zest, for the
temperamental demands of those modern
composers whom it is his delight to play?
and his privilege to play so understand
ingly. This paper further described the
pleasures of the occasion (which .was
staged ?it Aeolian Hall on Tuesday after?
noon) in the following manner:
"By way of obeisance to the classics. Mr.
Ornstein played a Bedthoven sonata first.
lb.- did not give it the established interpre?
tation, of course, any more than he did the
four ('hopin pices which he later played
or any more, in fact, than would be wanted
of an artist, who, by reason of his stron
musical curiosity and indomitableiiess, i.
bound to whatever medium by the marks of
his own peculiar energy. If?- was, to be sure,
best in the Scriabine and Ravel compositions,
to which he is more attuned and to which
his remarkable tone colorations and agile
technique are doubtless more suitable. Two
'Arabesques' of Debussy could hardly have
been more exquisitely ?lone."
"The Globe" praised the artist very
highly:
"Among contemporary pianists few, young
or old, approach Mr. Ornstein in command of
tone-color and taste in using it. Dazzling
in contrast, or endlessly subtle in gradation,
the color he employed throughout the pro?
gramme was astonishing, ravishing, disarm?
ing. It almost succeeded in persuading one
that beyond color there is nothing in music.
But not quite. And just there was the little
rift, within the lute of our delight, though
fail it did to make the music mute."
Yolanda Mero
MME. MERO, pianist, included Schu?
mann's "Kreisleriana" in her pro?
gramme on Monday at Aeolian Hall.
"The, Evening Post," which is not partial
to this composition, yet recorded that the
artist "played it warmly and sympatheti?
cally." She was, this paper thought?
"at her best in her Liszt group, where her
forceful, brilliant touch and almost Roose
veltian vitality were exhibited to great ad?
vantage in one of the 'Etudes Transcen?
dantes' and the Sixth Rhapsody. Between
these Mme. M?ro placed the exquisite Schu?
bert-Liszt 'Impromptu' in G major. She
played this iilyiiic work as finely as its more
brilliant companions. Beethoven and Bach
filled out a programme which was comfnend
ably short."
"The Sun" wrote:
"Mme. M?ro has forged ahead steadily in
her art and is now one of the most, interest?
ing pianists before the public. The outset
of lier career in this country found her not
yel at the maturity of her powers and she
has had to labor assiduously to overcome
the impression then made. But she has done
so through sheer persistence and noteworthy
improvement."
Hartridge Whipp
r I A11E barytone from the West sang at
?*? Aeolian Hall .Monday evening. The
programme, according to "The Journal"?
"was a somewhat curious assemblage of songs
and oratorio and operatic excerpts that
Mr Whipp gathered together for exposition,
but the exposition was forcible and assured.
"Mr. Whipp, as a fact, brought with him out.
of the West a voice of great power and nice
range of basso depth at one end and ex?
tended by a somewhat needless falsetto at the
other, His enunciation was excellent, and ho
displayed some grasp of expression. His chief
fault is a hick of polish, of finish. Also he
frequently forces his voice off the pitch."
"His big voice needs only a bit of re?
fining' to make it commanding," "The
Evening World" felt.
A New Offering at the Playhouse
"The Heritage," a play by Eugene Wal?
ter, presented by the Shubcrts at the Play
? house on Monday evening.
/?riTMlK HUH.VIT)" picturesquely Ite?
ra gins its chronicle of proceedings
with this statement:
"Eugene Walter up aal -mote old Mr'.
Drama one on the eye las' night that probably
has made her madder than a wet hen, and
which will bring her around to the Playhouse
every night for the next few months to see
what a hold ainl confident playwright did to
her."
The reactions of this new individual in
the realm of criticism, this "Mrs. Drama/'
must remain largely matter of specula
lion. Of the play itself, however, there
arc things to be noted. John ("orbin re?
marks in "The Times":
"Whatever else may be said < f Eugene Wal?
ter's study of crime, it ?s the antithesis of all
? '?in r crook plays. The audience last night at
The Playhouse supped full of horrors, unre?
lieved by any but the faintest gleam of corn
Alan Dale, in "The American," found
"The .Heritage" "quite curious dram;1.." He
wrote as follows :
"Two of the character:, a brother and sis?
ter, have this nauseous ailment or is it a
disease? Brother is not at all cast down. Usu?
ally, he sits at the pip.no and plays beauti?
fully- really classical music. There is :
world of feeling in his instrumentation. Anc
yet he suffers from the murder lust.
"Little sister Maria is charming. In on<
ucl vin. appears m a sweet gold drees, mos
admirably confected. She is nice and bru?
nette and very girlish. And yet she has the
murder lust oh, quite badly. In on.; scene
she kills Kitten Cat poor little animal! It is
her heritage. Suddenly the mania appears,
and then- cat murder. Kitten Cat was done
to death of stage -let us be grateful to Mt.
Walter for that - and then the oppressed gell
rushes on and confides in her brother the
curious emotions that had prompted the sorry
deed.
"All this seemed extremely tedious to me
for at least three acts. Both brother and sis?
ter were so remarkably cheerful and nice
about it all. .
"In the last scene of ail the melodrama
grows tenser ami tenser, and when it is time
to go home you arc 'loosed out' from the
Playhouse fully convinced that Mr. Walter
has startled and excited you ?which, as a
matter of fact, he 'ras done for a few minutes
only"
What Conrad Has to Say
About "Lord Jim1'
A new preface, in which the author tells how
the tale grew, and also defends it against the
charge of morbidity.
JOSEPH CONRAD comes to the rescue of the. book reviewers, setting
*' forth plainly and briefly just what were his Intentions in the pro?
duction, of the famous romance, "Lord Jim," one of the best known of his
works. There has been u good deal of debate over the que H of the
initial idea of the book. Wan it to hare been merely a short story? And
did it carry tue irriter away and away, into far fields of intaginati e roam?
ing, thus, by sheer virtue of its own momentum, becoming a full length
novel?
Well, Mr, Conriid places himself on record,, in the preface of a neu
edition of "Lord Jim," published by Doubleday, Page & Co. '?'i:'- preface
enjoys a tir.s! printing in the current issue of "The Bookman," ':>rl has
been widely discussed by reviewers.
By Joseph Conrad
WHEN this novel first appeared in
book form a notion got about
that I had been bolted away
with. Some reviewers maintained that the
work starting as a short story had got be?
yond the writer's control. One or two dis
covered internal evidence of tne fact which
! seemed to amuse them. They pointed out
the limitations of the narrative form.
They argued that no man could have been
expected to talk all that time, and other
men to listen so long. It was not, they
j said, very credible.
After thinking it over for something
like sixteen years I am not so sure about
j that. Men have been known, both in the
I tropics and in the temperate zone, to sit
, up half the night "swapping yarn-."' This.
however, is but one yarn, yet with inter
Joseph Conrad
(?? Paul Thompson
ruptions affording some measure of relief;
and in regard to the listener's endurance,
the postulate must be accepted that the
story was interesting. It is the necessary
preliminary assumption. If I had not be?
lieved that it was interesting I could never
have begun to write it. As to the mere
physical possibility, we all know that some
speeches in Parliament have taken nearer
six than three hours in delivery; whereas,
all that part of the book which is* Mar
low's narrative can be read through aloud.
I should .say, in less than three hours, lie
sides?though I have kept strictly all such
insignificant details out of the tale?wc
may presume that there must have been
refreshments on that night, a .glass of
mineral water of some '"* t help the
narrator on.
But, seriously, the trutl i r 'he- matter
is that my first thoughl v a short
story, concerned only with the pilgrim
ship episode; nothing more. \n<] that
was a legitimate, conception. A "ter writ?
ing a few pages, 1 owever, I bee une for
some reason discontented and ? 'aid them
aside for a time. ? did not take them out
of the drawer till the late Mr. William
Blackwood suggested I should ?ve some?
thing again to his magazine.
It was only then that I perceived that
the pilgrim ship episode ? - iod start?
ing point for a free and wan lei rig talc;
that ?it was an ev< ? . wl ich could
conceivably color the whole ntiment of
existence" in a simpl an char
acter. But all these preliminary moods
and stirrings of spirit were rather ob?
scure at the time, and thej do n t appear
i clearer to me now after ti i of so
; many years.
The few pages ? had lai i as !e were
not without their weight in the choice of
subject. But the whole was en de?
liberately. When 1 sat down to it 1 knew
it would be a long boi k, hi did not
foresee that it would sprei I i1 elf over
! thirteen numbers of "Maga." '
I I have been asked at limes whether this
| was not the book of mine I liked best. I
' rm a great foe to favoi ttism in ] ublic life.
in private iire, and even n 1 . ite re
lationship of an author to his works. As
a matter of principle I will have no fa?
vorites; but I do no1 go so far as ?to feel
aggrieved and annoyed by the preferenc
some people give to my "Lord Jim." 1
will not even say that 1 "fail to under?
stand." . . . X^)! But < ! ! :. id oc?
casion to be puzzled an?! sur; : ? '
A friend of mine returning from Italy
bad talked with a la?'.;.- there who did not
'ike the book. I regretted thai : ourse
Lut what surprised me the :'oun?i
of her dislike. "Yen kn iw, ' - e Eaid, "it
is all so morbid."
The pronouncement gave me food for
an hour's anxii is hou :. ally ! ar?
rived at the conclusion that, mal ing due
allowances for the subj ? I If being
rather foreign to women's m rm il sensi?
bilities, the lady could not have con an
Italian. I wonder whether si ivas Eu?
ropean at all? In any case, no Latin
temperament would i:;.- | eived any?
thing' morbid in the acul < iousness of
lost honor. Such a. sness may be
wrong, or it may be right, i r it may be
condemned as artificial; and, perhaps, my
Jim is not a type of wide commonness.
But 1 can safely assure my : that
he is not the product of coldly perverted
thinking. He is not a figure of northern
mists, either. One su;.ay morning, in the
commoi place surr. lings of an eastern
roadstead. I saw his form pass by?ap?
pealing? significant?u ider id?per?
fectly silent. Which is as iL. should he. It
was for me, with all the y of
which I was capable, to see . ??? rds for
his meaning, lie was "? ne of us."
Army SI an g
THE following vocabulary of army
slang has been compiled by "The
Wadsworth Gas Attack and Rio
Grande Rattler." Some of the words are
already perfectly familiar to civilians, but
there are others which will represent ac?
quisitions. This is the list:
Beans -The commissary sergeant.
Bean-Shooter A commissary officer.
Belly-Ache To complain.
Black-Strap Liquid coffee.
Blind-?Sentenced by court martial to for?
feiture of nay without confinement.
Bob-Tail A dishonorable discharge or a
discharge without honor; to be "bob-tailed"
? to be dishonorably discharged or to be
given a discharge without honor.
Bone?To study; a mistake.
Bone, Bootlick on To cultivate the
favor of.
Bootlick -To flatter.
Bow-Legs Caval ryman.
Buck-Private A term sometimes use?! in
referring to a private.
Bucking for Orderly Giving clothing anil
accoutrements extra cleaning so as to com
; ? te for orderly.
Bunkie- A soldier who .-hares the shelt'-r
of a comrade.
Bus'. To reduce a non-commissioned officei
to the grade of private.
Butcher- The company barber.
Canned Horse Canned beef.
Chief- Name by which the chief musiciar
of the band is usually called by the enlistee
men.
Cit?A civilian.
Cits ? Civilian clothes.
C. 0. -Commanding officer.
Coffee Cooler?One who seeks a "soft'
detail.
Coi*?i Feet?Fear, lack o? courage.
Crawl - To admonish.
1) o u g h boy?-In f a n t r ;
Duff Any sweet ?. .
File A number on the neu ? i
Fogy Ten per cent inci as o? officers
pay for each five years' service,
Found To be i or wan : in ??'? '?
thing, ?-. peciaily
French Leav?
Cold Brick?A
Gobi Fi h I i?
Ooat Juni? t, i tent, etc
Goaty- Awkward, ignorant.
Guard Hous ? Lawyer A ? Idier with ??
smatt - ring know h dge o lations aw
military law ; quite ioqua : and libei
with advice and counsel n in the guard?
house or other trouble.
Hardtack Hard bread,
i: ki To march, to hi
II ive i o d . cover, to ca
Hobo ?? Tiie provost sergeant.
Ho ;.' Joe The chaplain.
Hop A dance.
I. C. Is condemned by an inspector.
Jaw-Bone-?Credit to get things on " ? ?'?
bone," to buy things on credit).
J urn] !" admonish.
K. O.?Commanding officer.
Major Name by which the sergeant
major is usually called by the enlisted mea
Mule Skinner?A teamster.
0. 1). Officer of the day, olive drab.
Old Issul An old soldier.
Old File An old soldier.
On Official Terms -Not to be on speaking
teams except officially.
On the Carpet Called before the cotn
manding officer for admonition.
Passing the Buck Passing responsibility
on to some one else.