_In the September issue Smokehouse Poetry will feature The Unwritten Law by Budd McKillips, author of After the Raid, which scored such a recent success in the Whiz Bang, and Angela Morgan’s poem, Betrayed._ _Bad, hopelessly bad!_ _I yielded to love that sways mankind,_ _Not the mere measure of bodily pleasure,_ _But love that wakes in the soul and mind,_ _Born of the spirit at God’s behest;_ _And I bartered all I had,_ _I, with the warmth of a child at my breast—_ _Am bad, hopelessly bad!_ _That is the start of Miss Morgan’s plea for the woman who falls and brings to memory the biblical words, “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.” There will be several other red-blooded gems in the smokehouse poetry section next month._ * * * * * The Far East By the mud hole down in Subic, Looking lazy at the bay, There’s a goo-goo dame awaiting, And I think I hear her say, “Come you back, you malo soldier Come you back, from o’er the sea, Come you back and pay your jaw-bone Por-a-que you jaw-bone me.” Her little skirt was baggy, Only reaches to her knees, Her hair is black and greasy And it is full of bugs and fleas, Her teeth are black with betel nut, Or colored with dark red paint, Her name is Donna Marie, The same as her patron saint. When the rain fills up the rice fields, And soaks us exiles to the skin We all go down to “Bino Mary’s” And tank up on square faced gin, With her arms around my shoulders, And her cheeks to mine pressed close, And I smell her breath, Oh! Glory, I have to hold my nose. But I’ve left it all behind me, Thank God, I’m far away, Back here in God’s own country, And you bet your boots, I’ll stay, And I’m learning in my old home town That folks are wise who say, When you hear that “Far East” calling Just be wise and stay away. No more have I of the “Dhoby” Or the awful prickly heat, But I walk out in the evening, With a maiden fair and sweet. Just give me one good Yankee girl, Looking like my own, And the goo-goo girls are welcome, To the “gink” that wrote this poem. * * * * * Woman Oh, woman, woman, woman; You are something more than human! Ever changing, ever charming And sometimes quite alarming. And though you break our banks, We can only speak our thanks; With forms so fair and hearts so true We live and die for you, for you! * * * * * Frankie and Johnnie Blues _EDITOR’S NOTE: The following stanzas are part of the song: “Frankie and Johnnie Blues.” The poem is too long to be published in the regular issue of the Whiz Bang, but it will be reproduced IN FULL in the Winter Annual of Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, Pedigreed Follies of 1921-1922._