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Show THE CHARGE OF THE DEADHEAD BRIGADE If open war must be declared in accents ac-cents bold and bunt I know of half a thousand men who always seek the front. I know of half a thousand men, whose frames are fat and large, Who storm the pass gates in the fall and fight to lead the charge. They charge upon the press coop and implant their heavy frames In seats that are intended for the scribes who write the games. Having a soft spot In our heart for horses, we aro glad that the sojor who is recruiting on the floor below us is not a member of the cavalry. That bird could use a horse for a watch charm. inc. d. t. ouniuuu, Just now, as the spring comes a-spring ing And Nature is glowing with hope, Tho scribe lets his mind go a-winginj And turns out a carload of dope. "The Green Sox will win," he informs us; "The Blue Sox will never get by," With seventeen columns he storms us To show us the wherefore and why But late in the days of September When ducks beat it south on the wing I wonder if ball scribes remember The dope that they wrote in the spring. WAR HORRORS. It gets you wherever you go; "Well, what do you think of the war?" It follows your trail, high or low: "Well, what do you think of the war?" You hear it at night and at morn and at noon, You hear it in August, October or June And nothing can silence that wheezy old tune: "Well, what do you think of the war?" |