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Show HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER THE author wishes to express his obligation to the late Robert Burns of Alloway, near Ayr, Scotland, for all of the title and some of the metre of the following inspired lines. Thou, Gott, zum Grossen Haupt-Quar- tier, Whose flaming sword, I greatly fear, Is giving signs of wear and tear (See late dispatches), - Despite Bapaume and Armentieres New trouble hatches. Peruse, oh Gott, without delay, The weather maps from XL S. A. With winter wheat from day to day Booming and swelling. A billion bushels on the way jr Hear Hoover yelling'. 'J! Pour forth thy wrath on Abilene, Its long hot days with rain bolween, Or hurl thy blast on Moorhead,'Minn., Temp, above normal. ' Not like my crops from Uk'ralhe, More or less formal, ,; Let fall thy bolt on K50k.uk, Its isotherms in best ofc luclc l "F Its barometric pressures cluclc Clucking and ch6rtliri,ioj Much livelier, Gott, than"' thatfc lame duck Von Hertllng. - i Send forth thy blast on Spokane, Wash., t Where Packards o'er the'landscape dash ' And Steinways sell for ready cash; Wheat at two-twenty! On Penn Yan let thy anger crash, Crash good and plenty. " , What Teuton skill wrought on the Somme, Wreak thou, oh Gott, on Yankee scum, On orchard, meadow, clay,, and loam, Ashes and chaff spray., . Or Ludendorff will paclt thqe home Retired on half pay. - ", S .S., in New York Evening Post. |