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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1918. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER ELEVEN NOT STRICTLY REGULATION 1--No Regular Gent MESS SERGEANT ALECK BROOKS sat on the sunny side of Company I barracks, 307th Infantry, with a large heap of prickly pine cones between his feet. Now and again at short intervals he would toss one of the cones with considerable spirit and velocity in the direction of Kaiser Bill. Bill would grunt from the blow, shake his untrimmed whiskers and then with unfeigned relish eat the morsel itself. "Look at that fool goat eat them cones,"1 mused Mess Sergeant Aleck. "Know what he done an hour ago? He up and et a piece right out of the garbage can. He's the eatnest goat you ever seen. An' he's the foolest goat too, and he's the gluttenest goat; look what he done to me!" Mess Sergeant Aleck raised up from where he was planted in the sunshine, turned slowly around and showed exactly what the goat had done. Never would those precious army pants of his be the same again. The tear extended all the way across diagonally east and west and made sitting a proper and natural position for Sergeant Aleck to assume. "That there goat done that. It didn't hurt me none except the pants, but you should see some of the other fighting men. I'm sitting down right comfortable, but them others they're lyin' down face or standin' round thinkin' up ways to get rid of Bill there. Top Sergeant Charley French he was goin' to buy Bill a fine blanket, all blue with 'Company I, 307th Infantry, U. S. N. A.,' in red letters--just like is inscribed on that there collar of his. "He was goin' to buy that blanket; he was, but he ain't goin' to no more. Know where he is now? He's out back trying to bribe the cook to slip a little poison in the food, so that when Bill eats what's left it'll lay Bill out. Even I wouldn't do that. Take that, ...