Well Al the boys is starting their choir practice and its good night and
some times I wished I was a deef and dumb mute and couldn't hear nothing.
Your pal, JACK.
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_Somewheres in France, Feb. 9._
FRIEND AL: Well Al I didn't have nothing to do last night and I happened to
think about that reporter and how he would be comeing along in a few days
asking for that poultry.
I figured I might as well set down and write him up a couple verses because
them fellows is hard up for articles to send their paper because in the
first place we don't tell them nothing so they could write it up and when
they write it the censors smeers out everything but the question marks and
dots but of course they would leave them send poems because the Germans
couldn't make head or tale out of them. So any way I set down and tore off
3 verses and he says they ought to be something about a gal in it so here
is what I wrote:
_Near a year ago today
Pres. Wilson of the U. S. A.
had something to say,
"Germany you better keep away
This is no time for play."
When it come time to go
America was not slow
Each one said good by to their girl so dear
And some of them has been over here
since last year.
I will come home when the war is over
Back to the U. S. A.
So don't worry little girlie
And now we are going to Berlin
And when we the Kaiser skin
and the war we will win
And make the Kaiser jump out of his skin.
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