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Show oo 1ST FOLKS I IN "CIVVIES." By Edgar A. Guest. Where are the girls who used to smile And the rides I used to get, And where Is the crowd that was ry proud To pass me a cigarette'' Time wns I danced with the maidens I ' I 1 And captured their hearts by storm, But I've lost my pull with the beautiful beauti-ful 1 Since quitting the uniform. I ve Bunk my shoes into Turkish rugs I hat only the rich can own, 1 At tables fine I've been asked to dine j In the heart of the social zone. In the cushions deep of a limousine J I have rested my manly form, But I've lost my graft with the tony Since quitting the uniform j I've been a king on the ballroom floor, ! An ace in the social whirl: 1 could show my iace in any old place And never a lip would curl. 1 could walk right up to a rich man'? door And be sure of a welcome warm. But I've i banged a lot. and they know I me not Since quitting the uniform. Now I walk downtown and the autos And nobodj says 'get In" And the girls are shy when I'm stand- j ing by . I I And they give me the tilled chin. nd nobody knows and nobody cares Whether I eat or how. I must buv mv chuck, for I'm out o' I 1 I'm wearing the "civvies" now. (Copyrlghl 1919 by Edgar A. Guest) |