You think she’s passing by him? Nit! D’you get that smile? He waves his mitt; I think he’s stuck on her a bit, Can’t blame him for that matter, She watches him just like a hawk. Now listen to their daily talk. She’s all Paree, he’s all New York; Sit quiet, hear their chatter.” “Pardonnez-moi, désirez-vous----” “Oh, fine and dandy! How are you?” “Quelque chose? Comprenez-vous?----” “Ah, now I know you’re kiddin’.” “Vous avez bonne mine aujourd’hui----” “It’s high time you were nice to me.” “Time? Je comprends, il est midi----” “Bright eyes, I think I’m skiddin’.” “Je crois que je vous donnerai----” I’ll back up anything you say----” “Un petit morceau de poulet----” “You fascinating creature!” “Avec le crême, dans la coquille,----” “Rats! There she goes! I always feel Some blessy’s S. O. S. appeal Will call off my French teacher.” The Sarge here nudged my splintered ribs; “Well, I’ll be damned! Here comes His Nibs!” And down the aisle stalked General Gibbs With all the famous aces. They formed around the sick boy’s bed, He gasped, saluted, then turned red: “Looks like I’m pinched!” was all he said, Scanning their smiling faces. “So,” spoke the General, “you alone Brought down three Taubes on your own! Another Yankee Ace is known To everyone in Blighty. I’m proud to know you,--put it there,-- And now we’re going to let you wear This gallantly won Croix de Guerre I’m pinning on your nighty.” THEY SHALL NOT PASS ALISON BROWN OF THE VIGILANTES Permission to reproduce in this book They shall not pass, While Britain’s sons draw breath, While strength is theirs to strike with shining sword. They shall not pass, Except they pass to Death-- For British fighting men have pledged their word. They shall not pass-- For France knows no defeat, Nor hesitates to nobly pay the price. They shall not pass Till brave hearts cease to beat, And none shall stand to fall in sacrifice. They shall not pass-- America will stand As long as lips can answer her, “I come.” They shall not pass, To strike the lovéd land, That freedom’s children rise to call their home. SHIPS THAT SAIL IN THE NIGHT DYSART McMULLEN IN MUNSEY’S MAGAZINE Permission to reproduce in this book “Not a light visible. Not a man above the deck.”--From a correspondent’s description. Hail and farewell, Ships that pass to the sea! Hail and a long farewell, Soldiers of destiny! Not with rolling of drums, Not with music and songs, Not with laughter and weeping, Or cheering of passionate throngs; But silently, as is fitting, Gray ghosts passing from sight; Great ships like sea-gulls flitting Against the curtain of night. JOHN DOE--BUCK PRIVATE ALLAN P. THOMSON