PING PONG.
By BEATRICE BARRY.
Faith, hear our soldier boys a-sighin'
'Cause Major General John O'Ryan
Won't let 'em dance!
The hard-wood floors he's goin' to rip--
They may not hesitate or dip;
I'm told that he was heard to say
They're 'sposed to work and not to play
Ping Pong!
Ping Pong!
Ping Pong!
No more about a slender waist
Shall arm in uniform be placed.
He looks askance
At signs of happiness and mirth;
Soldiers were put upon the earth
To sweat and dig in hard dirt floors,
And so prepare 'emselves for war's--
Ping Pong!
Ping Pong!
Ping Pong!
I cannot say--I do not know
Whether the boys would have it so;
But if by chance
We should engage in carnage grim,
And harm, alas! should come to him--
Would they feel sorrow then, or bliss,
The while they heard the bullets hiss
Ping Pong,
Ping Pong,
Ping Pong?
Tools of the Russian Juggernaut
By M.J. Bonn.
Prof. Bonn is Professor of Political Economy at the University
of Munich and German Visiting Professor to the University of
California. The following article by him was published on Aug.
8, 1914, in the first week of war.
As long as hostile censors muzzle truth there is no use in discussing
the European military situation.
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