Yankee Trooper—“Good work! Say, could you put me wise where I could line up against some good eats in this burg?”
HIS MASTER’S VOICE
Captain (sharply)—“Button up that coat.”
Married Recruit (absently)—“Yes, my dear.”
ELEGY WRITTEN IN A BELGIAN DOORYARD
The Crown Prince mourns the passing of “The Day,”
“The low-down herd winds back to Germany.
“The loot-squad homeward plods its swagless way,
“And leaves the world to Peace and Victory.