| Show I REQUIEM REQUE L ROUS Battleship Band Plays Always In the Way at Funeral of Marine i TV- TV W l fc j Grills Captain of if tilt the Wisconsin Who II OI Order I IH Queer Music for a n Drowned Private 11 It Marinette WIs Is May 1 1 11 Jake Klass an nn Oconto boy O serving on tho the battleship Wisconsin writes from flom Shanghai to his sister 1 Miss Nora Xora orn Klass an and tells of or an incident which came near causing c a a mutiny on the big warship At the burial of one of ut the themen themen themen men who was wa drowned the captain or ordered or- or tiered dered the tho band to play Always In the Way This ibis was the cause of ot the disturbance disturb disturb- ance aiice and ind one of or the privates ates wrote several verses erses indicative c of the sentiment sentiment senti senti- ment meat of or the marines for or their cap cap- tam tain The dead marine was C C. W. W y J J. J Lawrence nce of or St St. t. t Paul Minn Mirin The poem in part Is as os follows We dont don't object lo to o Through a hundred miles of ot sun We Ve dont don't object to La chargin Up a n mountain on the run We 0 dont don't object to On a 0 soldiers soldier's ration straight We Ve dont don't object to But Dut to reach the golden gato gate With ragtime funeral marches width which The band Is la made malIc to play It does loes sound a little awkward awkward- Youre Always In the Way 11 We Ve dont don't ask no rio favors from ye Ye Yc may do Ilo the worst ye e can cnn For congress cant can't make gentlemen Whore Where God has failed tailed on man To h I h-I 1 with all this rot Ol OlIts oL oLIts oLIt's Its It's bad air dr dry and warm These rotten gags gns about respect That's due the uniform When soldier straps can enn make a man Lose Iose half his bin little head AntI nd make him joke jok the holiness I That wraps his country's dead oo Yes n ti-n ye yc well we'll salute ye yea And well we'll all say Yes sir too lao Jut But we salute lh the shoulder straps We Vt wouldn't speak peak to you Youre You're farther down beneath us Than a dog a owns Youre You're dirtier than thun buzzard leah Flesh from Crom dead mens men's bones When hen the thc flag fag Is on our coffins Ye y- will tell the tho band to play piny That good old ragtime hymn Youre Always in the theny Way ny youve you've stolen from rom a dead man manThe manTin Tin The last solemn funeral rite Youve You've put a daub of oC mUl Upon the flag lag for Cor which we ye fight tIght You aint disgraced the service have at least hut Bui ye e C know ye C Showed how little man was In yc ye yeAn An how near neur ye yc are to 0 beast |
