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Show oo WAR BROUGHT HOME TO THE BOY. Some one has written a poem for Boys' Life which is a strong appeal in favor of peace: When we get to lighting, our fathers step in And ftn it Is wrnnp o chnmo onrl i sin, With 'Why in the world did you ever begin, Scratching and biting? A black eye at your age; why, goodness good-ness me, Your face is so battered you hardly can see What kind of a man will you grow up to be Constantly fighting'" But some fellow's dadd kills some fellow Y dad. The finest old daddy a boy ever had. Ami half of the world is shouting like mad. When men disagree. And now they are fighting by millions they sav. Thousands of daddies are killed every day. With no one to stop them or pull them away And no referee We know very little of war and its schemes We can't understand what all of it means But when war takes our daddies it eerLainly seems That fighting should cease. It strikes us as foolish that men think they must Keep shooting and stabbing. Oh. whv can't they just Shake hands and have peace? |