  "Donec eram gratus tibi——" HORACE, PVT. ——TH INFANTRY, A. E. F., WRITES: While I was fussing you at home You put the notion in my dome That I was the Molasses Kid. I batted strong. I'll say I did. LYDIA, ANYBURG, U. S. A., WRITES: While you were fussing me alone To other boys my heart was stone. When I was all that you could see No girl had anything on me. HORACE: Well, say, I'm having some romance With one Babette, of Northern France. If that girl gave me the command I'd dance a jig in No Man's Land. LYDIA: I, too, have got a young affair With Charley—say, that boy is there! I'd just as soon go out and die If I thought it'd please that guy. HORACE: Suppose I can this foreign wren And start things up with you again? Suppose I promise to be good? I'd love you, Lyd. I'll say I would. LYDIA: Though Charley's good and handsome—oh, boy! And you're a stormy, fickle doughboy, Go give the Hun his final whack, And I'll marry you when you come back. |
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