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POLIOMYELITIS

Inspection day bears as dark terrors to the mind of the brave soldier as the first day of school does to the conventially unconventional bad little boy Last week, overcome by the agony of being looked at, one man in an unnamed company fell over, presumably from stage-fright or weakness of the knees, although the later diagnosis was unpatriotic German measles. Seeing him, in the next company men fell over by flocks. It is recorded that one corporal gave the command "Follow me!" and proceeded with appetite to bite the dust.

A similar epidemic might lead us to strange fears of a recurrence of an infantile paralysis scourge. But wiser thought, remembering that a man out of ranks is not inspected, and views in peace from the shack the torment of his fellow-soldiers, would cause us to believe that the reason of such paralysis, infantile or senile, may be seen in unsorubbed leggins and a dirty rifle.

A brave man will die for the sake of honor. Should he refuse to faint for the sake of cleanliness?

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