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Show WAR RELIEF fr-TRCHIBALD Stuyvesant Mortimer 5H Blood, One- of our families, front, Accustomed to menials stepping about, Was a snobbish, insufferable runt. "My bawth, Jules," he'd lisp, "and breakfast in bed," Or, "Fetch me my wrist watch, Jerome." "Pick me up at the Yacht Club, at 3:30, James, And break a few laws getting home." But when, irrespective of blue blood or black, The merciless draft swept the land, Friend Archibald found himself shouldering shoul-dering arms With Jules and Jerome on each hand, While James, that well-trained, obedient obedi-ent chap, Now drawing an officer's pay, Regards the green squad with a jubilant jubi-lant eye, And reflects that each dQg has his day, , ' So, with orders of "Fall in! you blan-kety-blanks," And some not so 'gentle and slow, Good James, who had always said, "Whither, my loid?" Now tells the whole bunch where to go. .-.;. Sabine Siebel Smith. |