Adventure Magazine Cover — page 112: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

102 Adventure Why, we lived years in minutes—crawlin’ out in No-Man’s Land— A-jumpin’ on a boche patrol an’ fightin’ hand to hand! Over th’ top for th’ big show—your beatin’ heart on fire; Hot lead a-singin’ in your ears, a-pingin’ in the wire! Followin’ blind the blue barrage under the ol’ tin hat, Till their machine guns opened up— Tat-tai! Tat-tat! ss Tat-tai! You can see those smokin’ batt’ries a-roarin’ out their wrath Where the spotted lanes 0’ camouflage hid every telltale path.. From forward observation posts (grandstands—the greatest game) Tortured miles of hellish landscape steel-torn an’ lit by flame. An’ darting flocks of flying ships a-jousting in the sky; The dogged waves of infantry a-goin’ in to die! Battalions adventuring—venturing for a cause; Youth thrilling to the battle-shock an’ jesting in the Se Look backward now and see it! Fighting through with fighting men! Don’t you wish that front-line feelin’ could come to you again? When loving life but daring death—fearless the final pang— We laughed at ’em crackin’ over— « Whiz-Bangl Whiz-Bangl Whiz-Bangl ‘== 3 = —_ ™ ‘ a Fare NE. Ee comicbooks.com, 4