Anticipation:Realization:
An olive drab uniformAn olive drab uniform
That fits as snugly as a glove,Made to fit a fat man,
Bringing admiring glances from the girls.Bringing smiles and giggles from the girls.
Parades in which he would proudly march,K. P. at which he toiled and sweat,
Cheered and applauded by the patriotic crowds.Cursed and reviled by the army cooks.
Honors, won on the battlefields of France,Tortures endured in the S. O. S. in France,
For heroic deeds in action.From battling sergeants, M. P.’s Looies.
Promotion and bars for following duty’s call.Demotion and the brig for duty dodging.
And medals pinned upon his manly chest for valor.Cooties biting and tickling his manly chest.
His triumphant return home, a hero.His return home, a doughboy who didn’t get to the front,
Worshipped by the town folks.Greeted warmly, nevertheless, by the town folks.
His old job back with increased pay,His old job held down by a slacker;
The girl he left behind him for his wife,The girl he left behind him, the slacker’s wife,
Installed in a cute little cottage, built for two.Installed in a cute little cottage with a pair of twins.
—H. A. Perrill.

Mary had a little ruffle,

I discovered it by chance;

Just a dainty little ruffle

On the bottom of her underskirt.


Sayings of the Famous

Billyus Plutocrat—“Rave on, Red Raven, you shall not split tonight.”