Show EVERY WOMANS WOMAN'S i BOY I IN IN- C CAMP MP I Have you a boy in camo canin I Then cheer heer up Lady Fair For I saw him the other t day and ay and I envy you I He was sitting on a n. log before the campfire in the company street I And he ho held a huge tin cup of steaming steaming steam steam- ling ing coffee in one hand and I i plate of ot otI 1 hot potato salad in the other I I And his cheeks were like ripe apples i I and his eyes eyE'S like twinkling stars I And ho was grinning Joyously from fromI I car ear to ear And e silting eating with the tho appetite of a aI ayoung ayoung young youns- ostrich ostrich- Eating as you u never saw w Ij him eat In I your life life life- And with a relish for which a millionaire millionaire mil mil- would give half halt his fortune j And between mouthfuls I heard him I sinS sing out cheerfully A light upper supper tonight boys On h I a very ery light supper ShadoW soup and lead balls Oh smell the lovely shadow shadow shad shad- low ow soup But But Butth thc tha laughter that followed was I neither shadowy nor leaden It was the hearted gay-hearted laughter of ot otI men full tull of ot health and hope I Just half an hour before I had hadS w him himI I I S J I Standing there like Uke a young Jove 1 Swinging an ax as lightly and easily I as he ho once swung a foolish little cane And singing merrily as h hd ho chopped up firewood and flung huge logs on the blazing all all- allt I T TAna TI t I Ana nd then in ill the midst of it heard a 11 bugle call I hundreds of ot I And saw him with others spring hastily into place and antl raise his right hand to his forehead And stand in reverent silence While the bugler sounded Retreat I felt feltI And never In all m my life have I God GodAs so near to 1 As I did in that moment of or ast quiet amid tIle the campfires Under the pale wintry skies sIdes And this dear lady Is 18 the boy who ho used to grumble at I having to get up at 7 o'clock And to lo growl fretfully when you called him the third time And to complain when he had to go godown godown godown down and shake the furnace And to drop his clothes es and his papers and his cigarette stumps about for tor you to pick up i And to toy disdainfully with his breakfast and fly Into a pet If It the eggs weren't right or the toast was wa burnt or the cream cleam was thin I This hlo glorious young Jove in w woolen olen I socks and amI big stout boots Is the boy who was always catching cold and waking up with a headache I I And fussing bec because ulle you had forgotten forgot forgot- ten tell to mend monel his silk hose I Or because his cravats had been mislaid mis mis- I laid or his trousers didn't come omo from I the tho tailors This hungry apple Iron- Iron IronI I I nerved steel hearted gay-hearted young oung optimist who stands so ever rever- I 1 at the sound of ot Retreat i Is 16 the pallid pessimist who used to toI I think It clever to talk o cynicism and andI agnosticism and the relative values alucs of ot I dyspepsia I sl tablets 1 I Ami An whom you had to drag to toI I church And now oh mother or wife or ori i i I sweetheart I Neither elther you ou nor all the kings king's horses i and all the tle kings king's menI men menVill I Will Vill ever he be able to make a a. mollycoddle mollycoddle molly molly- coddle OUt Of him For FOi I saw him and I know That in all these months while Uncle soldiers out of ot otmen am an has been making Ilie J I JI men U He lie has also been making men outI out I I lot of soldiers I i And every star on your service flag I Stands Stand for tor a n superman Cop Copyright ht b by bythe the Press II I Co 0 tlc the New York Evening World orld |