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They are the lantern-bearers of every age, of every race, of every creed, les ames bien nees whom it behooves us to approach fearlessly out of the darkness, for so only can we hope to understand. The Nervous Strain "Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night."
SGT. E. P. TROMBLEY, "A" Co., 339th Inf. CORP. H. T. DANIELSON, "A" Co., 339th Inf. CORP. J. FRANCZAC, "A" Co., 339th Inf. BUGLER C. J. CAMPUS, "A" Co., 339th Inf. MECH. A. J. HORN, "A" Co., 339th Inf. SGT. J. A. NEES, "A" Co., 339th Inf. SGT. ARNOLD W. NOLF, "A" Co., 310th Engrs. SGT. H. H. HAMILTON, "A" Co., 310th Engrs. PVT. BERGER W. BERGSTROM, "A" Co., 310th Engrs.
The rigid system of their rhyme, which makes it much harder to manage than in English, has accustomed them to inaccuracies of thought which would shock them in prose. For example, in the "Cinna" of Corneille, as originally written, Emilie says to Augustus, "Ces flammes dans nos coeurs des longtemps etoient nees, Et ce sont des secrets de plus de quatre annees."
One nite he wuz down on his 'nees prayin', "Good Lawd, kum en tek po Pommpy out ob his misery." De Marster ob Pommpy 'year'd 'm en de Marster made a leetle noise en Pommpy seze, "Who ez dat?" En his Marster seze, "Hits de Lawd kum ter tek po Pommpy out ob his misery." Pommpy crawl under de bed en seze, "Pommpy has bin gon' two er three days."
But in revising, Corneille changed the first verse thus, "Ces flammes dans nos coeurs sans votre ordre etoient nees." Can anything be more absurd than flames born to order? Yet Voltaire, on his guard against these rhyming pitfalls for the sense, does not notice this in his minute comments on this play.
Their merraklis 'scape reminds me of the 'scape of De Jones, the Coarsehair of the Gulf a tail with a yaller kiver, that I onct red. For sixteen years he was confined in a loathsum dunjin, not tastin food durin all that time. When a lucky thawt struck him! He opend the winder and got out. To resoom Old Brown rushes down to the footlites, gits down on his nees & swares he'll hav revenge.
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