Five rivers of France, see their names are writ On a banner of crimson and gold, And the glory of those who fashioned it Shall nevermore cease to be told. JUST THINKING HUDSON HAWLEY IN THE STARS AND STRIPES, A. E. F., FRANCE Standin’ up here on the fire-step, Lookin’ ahead in the mist, With a tin hat over your ivory And a rifle clutched in your fist; Waitin’ and watchin’ and wond’rin’ If the Hun’s comin’ over tonight-- Say, aren’t the things you think of Enough to give you a fright? Things you ain’t even thought of For a couple o’ months or more; Things that ’ull set you laughin’, Things that ’ull make you sore; Things that you saw in the movies, Things that you saw on the street, Things that you’re really proud of Things that are--not so sweet; Debts that are past collectin’, Stories you hear and forget, Ball games and birthday parties, Hours of drill in the wet; Headlines, recruitin’ posters, Sunset ’way out at sea, Evenings of pay-days--golly-- It’s a queer thing, this memory! Faces of pals in Homeburg, Voices of womenfolk, Verses you learnt in schooldays Pop up in the mist and smoke As you stand there grippin’ that rifle, A-starin’, and chilled to the bone, Wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin’, Just thinkin’ there--all alone: When will the war be over? When will the gang break through? What will the U. S. look like? What will there be to do? Where will the Boches be then? Who will have married Nell? When’s the relief a-comin’ up?-- Gosh! But this thinkin’s hell! THE EVENING STAR HAROLD SETON IN THE CHICAGO EVENING POST The evening star a child espied, The one star in the sky. “Is that God’s service flag?” he cried, And waited for reply. The mother paused a moment ere She told the little one-- “Yes, that is why the star is there! God gave His only Son!” COLUMBIA’S PRAYER THOMAS P. BASHAW IN THE HERALD AND EXAMINER, CHICAGO Permission to reproduce in this book Boy in khaki, boy in blue, I am watching over you, Going forth amid the rattle Of the drums that call to battle. Oft have men waged fight for me, Fought to make their brothers free; God protect and succor you, Boy in khaki, boy in blue. God go with you on your mission, And in His all-wise decision Turn this tide of war to you, Boy in khaki, boy in blue. With the Stars and Stripes high o’er you, Snatch the vic’try just before you, Heaven keep, encompass you, Boy in khaki, boy in blue. When the foe is rent asunder, And the world looks on in wonder, Paying tribute rare to you, Boy in khaki, boy in blue,