The King of the Kodak Brigade
By H.R. Merrill, Oneida Academy, Preston, Idaho
I am the King of the Kodak Brigade;
My army is ten million strong;
We carry no guns, nor pistols, nor swords,
When we go a-marching along;
We go with a smile, for the earth is our own –
And is pleasant as true hearts can make it;
And if some bright spot seems worthy to us,
There’ll be none to oppose when we take it.
Most of the soldiers have kodaks all set –
A corps in each land can be found;
They’re dashing young men, and fair, winsome maids,
You’ll meet them the big world around.
Their munitions of war they carry on spools,
And the brand is N.C. altogether,
For those films are sure – they never miss fire,
In rainy or in sunshiny weather.
Glories of youth with their tinsel and gold
Evanish with oncoming years,
And the dreams that we dream just dreams may remain
In spite of our labor and tears.
I’ll lead out my army, some ten million strong,
And we’ll catch the old world as she passes,
And scenes we behold with the clearness of youth,
Someday we’ll review with our glasses.
While we are young we’ll imprison the earth,
Its flowers, its grasses, and dews;
We’ll get the old home and the garden and well,
And the orchard with its many hues;
We’ll keep the old folk as we love them today,
Ere their youth and their roses can fade,
Then we’ll laugh at old Time, we’ll battle him quite,
We are Scouts of the Kodak Brigade!