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March 6.
SOLDIER VERSE, BETTER AND WORSE
"DAD”
Since I’ve been in this army.
There’s one thine str’’-- queer
in evlry poem that you. read
It’s “Write-to Mother Dear.” *
Now I once had a mother.
The grandest in the land;
I’d match her 'gainst a billion
Or the best one in the land.
But she like lots of mothers
Was taken far away,
I know the good Lord called her,
And she wears a crown today.
Os course I can’t forget her,
But tho she has gone away,
I still have got my Daddy
And he’s getting old and gray.
Os course he isn’t a woman —
You didn’t see him cry-
Bug don’t think it didn’t hurt him
When he bid his son goodbye.
So some one write a poem—
“ Write to Daddy old and gray”—
He’s wondering what you are doing,
He thinks of you each day .
You boys who have no mother
And you are feelin* rather sad;
Just take a pen and paper
And write to dear old Dad.
-—Corp. E. J. Poe, Bat. B. 109th F. A.
lorTkeepustrue
(Music, “America.”)
Great God, Thou who art One;
God of all nations, join,
And lead our hosts,
For good of every land.
Millions of men now stand.
And leave life at command,
Oh Lord of Hosts.
Save us from futile fray.
From weakness and delay,
From greed of gain;
From stealth and treachery,
From pride and jealousy,
Waste, and simplicity
That peace would feign.
Oh Lord, the leaders lead,
And in this time of need.
May they be one.
Help each lay down his way
As men their lives now lay.
Help us all, day by day;
Thy will be done; *
May those now gone before »
Mantle us from that shore;
Our hearts they fill.
Whether in field or mart,
Or warzone be our part,
We fight, and they in heart
Are with us still.
Oh keep our men today,
And send them back, we pray,
Safe home again.
No tyrant over us,
Chivalrous, glorious,
Firm, true, victorious,
God keep our men!
Our armies all as one,
Send Thou now sweeping on
To victory!
For freedom and for right
Lend us Thy glorious might!
Where Thou dost lead, to fight,
To victory!
GRACE HATHAWAY STARKEY,
Glenview', 111.
Copyright Contemplated.
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The day, my dear, is dark and drear,
And I feel so lonely too.
The sky is gray and winds seem to say
Will I ever see love in your sweet
eyes of blue.
As the pine trees sigh, my heart seems
to die.
And the world seems a burden of
woe;
From the hills over yon’ the beauty
seems gone—
E’en the heavens have lost their
glow.
But wait,—l behold a lining of gold,
Through the dark tarnished clouds
above,
And a vision divine seems to shine
from behind—
A vision of you whom I love.
The blue shines clear through the
clouds so drear,
And behind the sun is shining.
And my heart now burns and for you
it yearns—
My heart clouds’ golden lining.
j •—Norman F. McKenzie, Bat. B, 10th
Field Artillery.
SALUTATION TO THE DAWN
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Varieties and Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty.
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is but a Vision;
But Today well lived makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day.
Such Is the Salutation of the Dawn.
(From the Sanscrit.)
TRENCH AND CAMP
THE HUN
By E- C. E.
The Hun, the desolating Ilun!
(Thank God, his race is almost run)
He’ll soon be brought to bay.
The brutal kultur’d super Hun,
The greatest scourge, beneath the sun—
Is running wild, today—
Over pillaged Belgium, smoking France
In a retreat, he calls advance,
(Thank God it's on Berlin).
A howling wilderness behind.
He leaves for aged human kind
To starve, or die, therein.
Oh! educated vandal hear,
The day of retribution's near,
When you’ll be summoned to appear,
Before all nations’ bar
To answer for the piracies.
And murders foul on the high seas
Committed near and far.
Sent by M. Heyer, Oak Lane, Fa.
THE FOLKS OF PENNSYLVANIA
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic).
Our eyes have seen the flashing of the
Prussian tyrant’s steel
He is trampling out the life blood of
the Belgians ’neath his heel
He has loosed the ugly passions and
commands the world to kneel
And worship at his feet.
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
We’ll never kneel to Bill.
With mighty hills and valleys and
some coal and oil and gas,
We have wheat and oats and barley
and some cities that will pass
We have forest trees for timber, steel
for guns and men of class.
With iron in their blood.
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
We’re the folks from Pennsylvania,
The dear old Keystone state.
WINGEDJ/ICTORY
“One of Our Machines DidANot Return.”
I like to think it did not fall to earth,
A wounded bird that trails a broken
wing.
But to the heavenly blue that gave it
birth
Faded in silence, a mysterious thing.
Cleaving its radiant course where honor
lies,
Like a winged victory mounting to the
skies.
The clouds received it and the pathless
night;
Swift as a flame, its eager force un
spent.
We saw no limit to its daring flight;
Only its pilot knew the way it went.
And how it pierced the maze of flickering
stars, .
Straight to its goal in the red planet
Mars.
So to the entrance of that fiery gate,
Borne by no current, driven by no
breeze.
Knowing no guide but some compelling
fate.
Bold navigators of uncharted seas.
Courage and youth went proudly sweep
ing by;
To win the unchallenged freedom of the
sky.
—From London Punch.
americaTTrWd of man
(To the Tune of Maryland, My Maryland.)
The clear call comes to t.hee arite
America America
Comes over the seas comes from the skies
American America
Oh! hear the homeless peoples’ cries.
The orphan’s tears, the widow’s sighs.
Go help to dry those tear-stained eyes.
America, Thou friend of man!
Thou shall not cower in the dust
America America
Thou shall no more the war-lord trust
America America
Send our armies 'cross the sea
To help make smaller nations free
To fight and die for liberty;-
America, thou friend of man!
So we are bound across the sea,
America America
We’ll go across to fight for thee
America America
We all are willing to take our chance.
To help repay our debt to France,
And back Pershing at the last,
America, our own dear land.
F. H. SMITH,
Field Hospital, No. 111, Camp Hancock.
A SOLDI ER’SDREAM.
As I lay between my blankets.
My thoughts were far away.
For my mind is always turning
Back to dear old “PA.”
And I saw my dear old Mother,
And her eyes of Irish gray.
Oh, there never was another
Like her, in old “PA.”
And I also saw my dear old Dad,
And little sister May,
As I lay beside my comrade,
And dreamed of old “PA.” •
And then I saw my sweetheart*
Doar Girl, so bright and gay.
I know she’s waiting for. me
Back home in old “P.”
■. —Private Frank P. McCue, Company
A, 111th Infantry.
Our fathers learned at Valley Fo-rge,
the way to do and dare,
They brot back a thousand Hessians
from across the Delaware;
Then they sunk the ships at Erie and
. it made a Dutch king sore.
There’s fighting in our blood.
We’re their sons from Pennsylvania,
We’re their sons from Pennsylvania,
We’re their sons from Pennsylvania,
Were part of U. S. A. ’
No enemy has met us and has stayed
within our bower.
We made a flag at Phil-Iy and it’s made
for such an hour.
O, we rang a bell and mracked it, but
we cracked a tyrant’s power
We’ll ring that bell again.
We will ring in Pennsylvania,
We will ring in Pennsylvania,
We will ring in Pennsylvania,
The doom of Kaiser Bill.
—A. C. Locke.
STEEL
By Edward J. Radcliffe,
intelligence Service, TQ9th InL.
When the Huns broke through the sac
red bond to get into France,
The soul of France awoke once more
and checked the foe’s advance
By the old, impetuous, burning, flash
ing, Gallaic lance;
That was Hot steel.
When the spirit of France, by its own
fire, was near consumed;
The Britons took the lines and held
them while the savage fumed,
And the battle lines widened ’til an
armageddon loomed,
That was Cold steel.
When e'en the British bull dog, from
the strain began to wheeze.
The “Yanks” came over the seas with
a Georgie Cohan breeze
And slipped the “tin” 'tween Frizt’s ribs
and brought him to his knees!
That was Cool steel.
Cool steel will win the war and make
Democracy safer than before.
A PLEA TO PAUL REVERE
Come, ride again, brave Paul Revere,
And rouse the neighbors, far and near;
Come, mount your faithful horse and ride
O’er city street and country side,
And let your cry the silence break
’Till every man of us shall wake.
In smug complaceny we sleep,
Although the foe is on the deep;
Go visit cities, hamlets, farms,
And spread the news of war’s alarms.
Above contentment’s parapet
Some have not seen their danger yet.
Come, sound your battle cry once more.
Hammer at every gate and door—
Until the slumberers within
Shall hear your summons and begin—
To prove that they have kept alive
The spirit born in seventy-five.
We need y<Ai, Paul Revere, today!
Come, ride again, your dusty way.
And stir each man of us until—•
With courage and an iron will —
He stands in his forefather’s place
Against the foes we have to face!
Some back and everj' free man wake:
Tell him that Liberty’s at stake!
That danger waits to strike us down;
In. city, village, hamlet, town,
Rouse all who slumber, day and night!
Get every man into the fight.
Tell them who cannot bear a gun
Os work that waits and must be done;
Impress on every mind that we
Are now at war on land and sea.
From coast to coast your journey make
Until to service all awake!
(Copyright. 1917, by Edgar A. Guest.)
THE DEAD FLY.
The Adjutant (to prospective orderly*
room clerk): Well, Blithers, you say
you’re good at figures. Now, if there
were four flies on this table and I kill
ed one, how many would there be left?
Blithers; One, sir—the dead 'un. —
Sketch.
AMBITION
If you would rise above the throng
And seek the crowns of fame,
.You must do more than drift •along,
And merely play the game.
Whatever path your feet may tread,
Whatever be your quest.
The only way to get ahead
Is Striving for the best.
’Tis not enough to wish to do
A day’s toil fairly well;
If you would rise to glory, you
Must hunger to excel.
The boy who has the proper stuff
Goes into eveiy test
Not seeking to be good enough,
But eager- to be “best.”
Aim high! And though you fail to
day
And may tomorrow fall.
Keep pounding steadily away,
Some day you’ll hit the nail.
At no half-way mark ever pause,
In smug content to rest
Who would win honor and aplause,
Must want to be the best.
The best must be your way in life,
The best in sport or work,
Success in any form of strife
Falls never to the shirk.
The crowns of leadership are few,
The followers move in throngs,
If you would be a leader, you
Must shun the “drift alongs.”
—American Boy.
OUR MOTHERS
M—ls for the memories «
Os ones we can’t forget.
For they are like the Angels,
Who said, now do your bit.”
O—ls only for the things,
Which they have gladly done.
For Democracy and Liberty,
As they gave their dear sons.
T—ls for the tear-drops
That they cannot control,
For they are always thinking
Os loved ones near their souls.
H—-Is for the heartache
That they have had to fight
Because their darling sons
Have stood out for the right.
E—ls for the tear-dimmed eyes
That shine with holy smile
The tears of joyful sacrifice
Are with them all the while.
R—Ts for the righteousness
And duty they have done
By giving to America
One of their loved sons.
S —ls for the sorrow
That they can scarcely bear,
For their heart is full of sadness
As they see the vacant chair.
Link them al! together—
They spell “mothers,” as you see—
Seven little letters
That mean everything’ to me.
—Geo. H. Hands.
Co. K, 110th U. S. Inf.
THE LIMIT
(By Bereton Braley.)
It was when the War was over and the
nations in accord.
That Great Lucifer petitioned for a hear
ing from the Lord.
When his poignant plea was granted and
he came to heaven’s bar,
He arose and spoke as follows: “Lord,
I’ve never kicked so far
At the people that you sent, me, I have
welcomed one and all;
I have made a place for sinners and trans
gressors, great and small;
I have given each his brimstone and his
home-like private spit,
I’ve been mighty democratic and I'm
mighty proud of it;
But I understand you’re planning to send
Wilhelm down to Hell,
And I wish to give you notice here a-})
now that I rebel.
Oh, I stood for Mr. Nero and Caligula
and such.
Though the other spirits muttered and
protested very much;
But I have some pride in hades, and I’ve
got to draw the line
When you want to send this kaiser to
that fiery realm of mine;
There'd be hell to pay for certain, and my
people down below —
If I let him even enter —would effect my
overthrow.”
The Lord then spake to Satan: "Monarch
of the deepest hell,
It were much too light a torture were
that emperor to dwell
In the depths of that inferno; I should
never l>e content
With mere seething fire and brimstone for
the kaiser's punishment.
Nay, I’ve planned a juster sentence—he
shall wander to and fro
Over all the earth he ravished —he shall
see and he shall know
All the monstrous things accomplished, by
his order, in his name;
He shall taste hfs victim’s anguish, sear
ing like a living flame;
Spirits of the babes he murdered, souls of
women and of men
Shall be called to mock and haunt him,
he shall never rest again;
He shall feel the hell created by his van
ity and hate.
And his agony and torture never, never
shall abate.”
Satan bowed in true submission. “Lord,”
he answered, “thou art just,
Jt were far too light a penance were the
kaiser to be thrust
Into any part of hades, for my deepest,
hottest shelf
Would be like a bit of heaven to the heli '
he made himself.”
—By SGT. T. D. JENNINGS. (With
apologies.)
CABARET.
Is the famous show that took the rest
out of restaurant and put the din in din
ner.
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