Richfield Reaper | 1918-10-05 | Page 6 | Over Here

OVER HERE by CLYDE B WON of the vigilantes that three thousand xollia away god man say softly that I 1 pray r for or fear our friend who lives just juat down the street yes I 1 light ight here in our town stay may hear this thoughtless thing you say that wars three thousand miles mile 8 awny id answer not for lils reply it if lie he should hear held hed pass tile the lies 11 to you so quick hot bj ard rd at words you speak but to regret re ret for just a moment come with me ma A few steps only you shall sf ace e right ht at your door this thing you suy sty la Is full three mil miles away tho list ot of killed in battle div gives s our neighbors son acs ics es lie hochu bics just down the street streel col come e see I 1 pray it if vars three thousand thoua and miles away away