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Show A TWENTIETH CENTURY PAUL REVERE T ISTEN, my children, and you shall -' hear Of another rider than Paul Revere; Of a tiny lad on a strange, strange steed, Who rode a race for his country's need. He heard of his country's call for men; He heard of their sacrifice, and then T He heard of the need for money, too; For food and clothes to help them through. ' He wanted to help, though he could not fight; ! He wanted to serve in the cause of right. So he mounted a Thrift Card, reins in hand, And rode and rode throughout the land. '.'Money!" he cried. "Money for clothes, The boys in the trenches" off ho goes; And amid the sound of the clattering hoofs The call re-echoed across the roofs 'Gather your nickels, gather your dimes, Help the nation, prepare, these times." The people heard, as the boy flashed by; They heard his fevered, earnest cry. And out of the stockings laid away, And out of the closet hid from day, They gathered their savings of many years, And poured them forth with many cheeers. "Take these!" they cried, "in the cause of right, We'll save for the boys who nobly fight." As on he sped he heard them say, "We'll do our bit save every day." p And when the boy on his valiant steed, Had spread the news of his country's need, , He drew the reins on the old "Thrift Stamp,' And pelted his nose, all sweaty and damp; "Our work is done," he said, "Old Man, The nation's roused to the War Thrift Plan." ' x ' |