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THE CADUCEUS. HUNK O’ TIN A BALAD TO THE AMBULANCE CORPS You may talk yshiftin°g g^ear' When you’re riding far from here But re^irci:: tf£u“g^gin^°““^^^ vou can keep right on a-chuggin’ wrefe SoarAIN“‘’aT[h;“m\" “ Off^7tL °’ purpose—Yes; its grim! Ur all the ambulance crew The surest one I knew B waroinT oin! You 5 & 10 cent mouse trap 'UNK O'TIN, Hill slippery—get a move on' it-'—slum the juice on! You mud-bespattered milk can—HUNK O’TIN. When we got ’er, she looked fine uight—’bout 'arf past nine— Tho Bank” made ’er look like junk ’an hell; The hpod was blown to blazes string of phrases When we un’ smell! ^ wnen we tiied to make her start Damn it! It most broke 'er heart, 1®’’ un’ sneeze an’ choke an’ spit- She tried so hard to go > ' And she really seemed to know It was up to her to do her part ’an GIT' It was DIN! DIN! DIN! i’ung, biff an’ sputter from within' We beat ’er with the tool kit But she wouldn’t budge an inch—that ’UNK O’TIN. would grunt an’ then skip one, rill we thought she sure was done. An there didn’t seem no way to make ’er start- When another “WHIZZ BANG,” bust An we thought we’d bit the dust, Judas!—It just cured tliat benzine cart! All ’er innards ’it the sky— But on cornin’ down they kind o’ fell together An so elp me Bob!—its true. When my pals an’ me come to. That damned old Flivver’s guts was good as ever' It was DIN! DIN! DIN! That somehow-mended road louse seemed to grin- So we lumped into our seats ^ ’ And we know them ingine beats Weren’t no “Swan Song” from that blarsted ’UNK O’TIN. She carried us away All safely—then, next day We looked ’er over—an’ I swan to man! I he devil c own invention Wasn’t ardly worth the mention Side o’ what was left o’ that tin can' The gears wae, in the gas tank An’ the front end in the rea^- rank Like a barroom that’s been “Strafed” bv Carrie Nntin„- There was nothing worth to pawn ^ An the ingine—CLEAN WAS GONE' She’d run ’o me like that just on her reputation' Yes, its DIN! DIN! DIN! You land-locked, water-skooter plain-as sin' Though I ve damned an’ cussed an’ prayed yer By the Enry Word as made yer ^ I takes my 'at off to yer!—'IJNK O’TIN SltbTrty ®r«g i»tnrT “The Big Store on the Corner” Cigars Tobacco Soda AND Supplies for Soldiers Studio and Restaurant in connection NORMAN & STEPHENS Proprietors. GAVE FINE SERMON. Both the religious hours at the “Y” Sunday were very successful; a fine sermon being delivered at the 10 a. m. session by Rev. P. D. Brown, the Lutheran camp pastor, and the even ing services, at 8:30 p. m., were car ried out by Captain McRae of the aviation section. This was the captain’s first visit to the hospital and he was greatly pleased by the large attendance and V M n“’®A '’oys in, the Lif ■ ?■ ^•^y'ork. His audience was is houPd^nff^^*^^ address and it hPforp^ that he will repeat his call before a great while. TOO LITTLE HELP ON FARMS: Fewer acres planted ; Less food produced; Less food for the towns; Help a Farmer Produce Pood—For You. Your photograph for your friends prop erly done is what we give you. A visit to THE ^rmbrattht Will Convince You! 27 S. TRYON ST. Over Postal Telegraph Office ilH"
The Caduceus (Charlotte, N.C.)
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