ONE CHAP
He growled because the grub was slim,
He sulked and gave the sergeant sass.
He whined because his pay was stop
ped,
He howled when they refused a pass.
And when he died and went above
He spoke his mind in accents sharp-
He swore they’d passed him rotten
wings,
And belly-ached about his harp.
He joked about the scrubby mess.
He took the sergeant’s jaw with glee.
He chirruped when he wasn’t paid.
And grinned at guard or kitchen P.
And when he died and went below
He joined the most besweated lot.
And guyed them as they fanned and
swore.
With, “Hell, you don’t call this place
hot!”
Officers and men tell us
our Military Supplies are
just what they are looking
for.
COMING THRU THE RYE.
If a body feed a body
On a loaf of rye.
Should a patriotic body
Disconsolately cry?
As a loaf that’s fifty-fifty
Is bringing victory nigh.
So save the wheat in fashion thriftly
And glory in the rye.
What’s discomfort to a body
If we their wants supply?
Behold a world democracy
Coming thru the rye!
Bedding Rolls
Clothing Rolls
Sleeping Bags |
Collapsible Cots
Kokoc Mattress
Army Blankets
Collapsible Buckets
Collapsible Basins
Folding Lanterns
In Conservation’s train there’s coming
Freedom for the World.
Food that’s saved is food that’s fight
ing
Where the flag’s unfurled.
We’ve got to teed the men now fight
ing
Feed their babes and wives
We’ve got to give a word of comfort
Where Teuton outrage thrives.
Right cheerfully our men and women
Will now their wants supply.
We’ll save the wheat and thus see
Freedom
Coming thru the rye.
COME TO SEE US
Parker-Gardner Company
16 West Trade Street
Phone 35
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