STRAY SHOTS.
So Grover Alexander has been drafted? Some squad is going to have a nifty hand grenade tosser to its credit, eh, what?
Wonder if John L., when he arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter asked his name, gave his customary reply of, "Yours truly, John L. Sullivan?" If he did, we bet he walked right on in while the good saint was still trying to figure it out.
Speaking of the great John L., we suppose that "Handsome Jim" Corbett is the only old time champion who can at all aspire to Sullivan's place in public esteem.
We seem to know the tune of this anonymous contribution, but we never have heard these words before:
We're in the trenches now,
The slacker milks the cow,
And the son of a Hun
Must skeedaddle and run,
For we're in the trenches now.
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FOR A LIVE SPORT PAGE.
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THIS IS poor apology for
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A LIVE SPORT page but it
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MAKES A beginning and
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SOMEBODY had to do it
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AND I was the goat but
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WITH YOUR help we'll
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DO BETTER next time if you
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WRITE US some notes from
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YOUR CAMP and send us
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SOME VERSES for
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ONE GUY can't handle this
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ALL himself and
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ANYBODY could do the job
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BETTER than I can you know
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WE WANT to find a
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REAL SPORTING editor somewhere
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AND WISH this job
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OFF ON him and then
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WE'LL buy a cable from
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BACK home and tell him
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TO HOP to it.
C. P. C.