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Show J EPIGRHYMES: J I heerd a mollycoddle say : "I'm made quite ILL by war; It discommodes my social plans unmitigated" bore ! J I never resort to BLOWS; it J I am a diplomat !" Myself, J I'm old, but say, I showed J that dude where he was at I I ain't no husky, flghtln' man THE peacefulest you know, but they Is certain kinds o' WIND THAT roil me J when they blow! Now, teachin' hl:n his lesson brung no money J PROFITS, boys, but to my way . o' thlnkln', cash can't buy .J life's highest Joys. An' J NOBODY can't tell me Billy Shakespeare wasn't wise ; so J In this war- they's lots o' good one thing, as I sur- mlse, the comin' generation J if will have fightin'-men, fer dads ; our boys an' gals may 1r think o' things that ain't J called "social fads ;" perhaps J that mollycoddle cuss, himself, will get the chance to gain J gome better glory than the $ glory o' the dance. But mebbe I should shut up now; I guess $ I've talked too rough, but I J do pray I live to hear them Germans say, "Enough!" They J ain't no place fer oldish men, they say, '"mid battle's din," J but in the Home Guard they J let me Good-by there comes, "Fall In !" J RobertRussell. J "111 blows the wind that profits J nobody." if Copyright, iyi7, by Int'l PresB Bureau.) |