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think it's great to josh us when things are goin' slow, But when the country's all het up--we ain't so worse, I guess!
Then it's, "Look! The Guard is here;?Fine set of men, muh dear."...?(We'd like it better if you spread?Your jollies through th' year!)
We're only folks--th' reg'lar kind--that answered to th' call; We may be dumb and also blind--but still we'll see it through! Just wearin' khaki doesn't change our insides--not a'tall!?We're human (Does that seem so strange?) waitin' to fight--for you!
We mayn't be worth a cuss?In this ugly foreign muss,?But when the nation needs some help,?Why--pass the job to us!
THE ALIEN
(Of course, this didn't happen,?But if it had--?Would you have been shocked?)
She was a pretty little thing,?Round-headed, bronze-haired and trim?As a yacht.?And when she married a handsome, polished Prussian?(Before the war was ours)?Her friends all said?She'd made no mistake.?He had much money, and he wasn't arrogant--?To her.?Their baby came--?Big and blue-eyed,?Solemn and serious,?With his father's arrogance in the small.?She knew how wonderful a child he was?And said so.?The husband knew it, too--?Because the child looked like him,?And they were happy?Until the Nation roused itself,?Stretched and yawned?And got into the hellish game of kill.?Then the man,?Who had been almost human,?Dropped his mask,?And uncovered his ragged soul.
Having no sense of right or wrong--?No spiritual standards for measurements;?Feeding upon that same egotism?That swept his country?Into the depths of hate--?He sneered and laughed?At her pale patriotism?And the country that inspired it.?There was no open break between them,?For a child's small hands?Clung to both and kept them close.?Shutting her eyes to all else?Save that she was his wife,?She played her part well.?His work--his bluff at work, instead--?Was something big and important?(Always he looked the importance)?That had to do with ships--?Ships that idled at their docks to-day?Because they were interned.?And there was always money--?More money than she had ever known,--?Which he lavished--on himself?And his desires.
Not that he gave her nothing,?For he did....?They lived in a big hotel,?And the child had everything it should have?And much it should not.?She, too, was cared for well,?After his wants were satisfied.
Then--?The silent blow fell.?Secret service men called upon him,?And next day he was taken away?To a detention camp?For alien enemies.?Interned like the anchor-chafing ships?That once had flown his flag!?The woman, up in arms, dinned at officials?Until (so easy-going and so slow to learn)?They told her what he had done.?That night she stared long at their child, asleep,?And at its father's picture,?On her dresser....?Did the wife-courage that transcends?All other kinds of bravery?Keep her awake for hours,?Planning, scheming, thinking?

A week later she and the child--?A blue-eyed, self-assertive mite--?Were at the camp,?She carrying it (the nurse was left behind)?And the passports that allowed her to see him?One hour, with a guard five yards away.?Some of his polite impudence was gone,?Yet he threw back his head and shoulders?And shrugged as his wife and boy came in.?"Always late," said he, after a perfunctory kiss,?"You--and your country!"?She stared long at him, holding the child close,?Her own round, bronze head bowed.
Then, with a swift glance at the guard?Thoughtfully chewing a straw and looking?At the city of shacks,?She spoke.?"Did you know, Karl," she whispered,?"That my brother was on that transport--?My only brother--a soldier--my only blood??If it had gone down--that transport--been sunk--"?"Well?" said he. That was all.?"My brother--my only--Karl!"?"Well?" said he again. "What of it?"?Then--her little head lifted, her eyes gone mad--?"This!" she said. "Rather than give?Life to another human scorpion like you--?Man in form only!--Lower than the floor of hell itself;?Rather than have my blood mingle with?The foul poison that is yours,?To make a child of ours--?This: I give him back to you--?And recall my love--all of my love!"?Again he shrugged his shoulders,?Yawned--and saw, too late.
Swift as the eagle that drives a lamb to death?She whipped a hat-pin from her dainty hat,?Drove it with steady aim?Into the baby's heart?And handed back to the gulping man?All that was left of what had once meant joy--?A dead baby with red bubbles on its lips!
THE 'SKEETER FLEET
Mighty little doin'--yet a lot to do--?While the navy's standin' guard, we are lookin' out;?Patrol boats in shoals, good old craft and new?Hustle here and skitter there--what's it all about?
Speed boats and slow boats?Loaf around or run,?But ev'ry unit of this fleet?Mounts a wicked gun!
Pleasure craft a-plenty, all dolled up in gray?Grim and ugly war-paint dress, we're a gloomy lot,?Slidin' in and out, never in the way.?Gosh! It's wearin' on the nerves, waitin' round--for what?
Some boats are bum boats,?Layin' for the Hun--?But ev'ry boat that flies our Flag?Mounts a wicked gun!
Stickin' for the Big Show! Will it ever start??When it does, Good night, Irene! We won't make a squeak.?"Boy Scouts of the Sea," watch us do our part?If a raider or a sub. gives us just a peek!
Tin boats and wood boats--?Ev'ry single one?Longs to get in action with?Its wicked little gun!
LITTLE MOTHER
_Little mother,