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Conger Reynolds newspaper clippings, 1916-1919

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happens at the war
The Fighting Swing.
Once again the regiments marching down the street,
Shoulders, legs and rifle barrels swinging all in time-
Let the slack civilian plod; ours the gayer feet. Dancing to the music of the oldest earthly rhyme.

Left, right, trim and tight!  Hear the candence fall. 
So the legion Cæsar loved shook the plains of Gaul.
Fighting bloods of all the earth in our pulses ring.
Step! lads, true to the dads. Back [illegible] the fighting swing!

We have kissed good-bye to doubt, left the fret and stew;
Now the cows may steal the corn, now the milk may spill.
All the problems in the world simmer down to two;
One is how to dodge the shells, one is how to kill.

Left, right, glints of light!  Down the ranks they run.
So the Janizary spears caught in the desert sun.
Once again the ancient steel has its loudly [fling?].
Flash, sway, batlle array!  Back to the fight-ing swing!

Set and silent every month, steady every eye-
Groping, wrangling days are done; let the leaders lead.
Regulations how to live, orders when to die-
Life and death in primer print any man can read.

Left, right, eat and fight!  Dreams are blown to bits.
Here's the Old Guard back to life, bound for Austerlitz.
Shake the soft and quit the sweet; loose the arms that cling.
Blood, dust, grapple and thrust!  Back to the fighting swing!
-BADGER CLARK. in "Scribner's."

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happens at the war The Fighting Swing. Once again the regiments marching down the street, Shoulders, legs and rifle barrels swinging all in time- Let the slack civilian plod; ours the gayer feet. Dancing to the music of the oldest earthly rhyme. Left, right, trim and tight! Hear the candence fall. So the legion Cæsar loved shook the plains of Gaul. Fighting bloods of all the earth in our pulses ring. Step! lads, true to the dads. Back [illegible] the fighting swing! We have kissed good-bye to doubt, left the fret and stew; Now the cows may steal the corn, now the milk may spill. All the problems in the world simmer down to two; One is how to dodge the shells, one is how to kill. Left, right, glints of light! Down the ranks they run. So the Janizary spears caught in the desert sun. Once again the ancient steel has its loudly [fling?]. Flash, sway, batlle array! Back to the fight-ing swing! Set and silent every month, steady every eye- Groping, wrangling days are done; let the leaders lead. Regulations how to live, orders when to die- Life and death in primer print any man can read. Left, right, eat and fight! Dreams are blown to bits. Here's the Old Guard back to life, bound for Austerlitz. Shake the soft and quit the sweet; loose the arms that cling. Blood, dust, grapple and thrust! Back to the fighting swing! -BADGER CLARK. in "Scribner's."