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Poem - Our Barracks

This poem, as stated below, was written by and about CCC men stationed with Civilian Conservation Corps Company 2748 at Camp Pactola. The Museum is pleased to receive items and share them with the public.

In memory of Barracks number eight, Co. 2748 C.C.C. Pactola S.D.

OUR BARRACKS

To begin with my poem,
I will have to think hard.
'Cause there a few guys
That are quite a card.

Well to start it off.
We will will start with Slim.
The pig-eyed guy,
With that Clark Gable grin.

Next in line is Gerty,
Who seems to always be sick,
But by what we know of him,
He seems like a pretty nice hick.

Next we have Art Wayrynan,
Who is so big and strong,
But he thinks a lot of his liquor,
And that is just where he's wrong.

Now we have come to Miller,
The biggest of us all,
But not because he is so strong,
Only 'cause he is so tall.

And now we have reached Bruha,
The dilliest guy ever born.
Just because he has a snout,
His dad uses him to plow corn.

Up the list comes Zarneke,
Known as the Doland flash.
Who always seems to be bumming
'Cause he says he has no cash.

Now we have come to Hitchcock Ike,
Who thinks he can skate so well.
But when he gets on the ice,
He looks just like----????/

But we mustn't forget the Schwarks,
First we will start with Bill.
'cause his legs are so short,
We have to push him up hill.

Now for his brother Frank,
Who's nickname is Swink.
The battiest of the two,
And boy, do his feet stink!!!!.

Now for small fry Russell,
Who think's that he can drive,
The only ones that ride with him,
Are those that aren't alive.

Last but not least is Tommy,
Who likes to shoot the bull
But because he is such a cut up,
He hasn't any pull.

But now I have come to the end,
Myself I have left to tell.
I'd rather be called Whacky,
For Dry and Windy sounds like ---!!!

By-Whacky,
known as Lawrence Weckman
the Ranger's stooge.