The versatile Jap's in the game, Because of a treaty he came, For old Johnnie Bull, Will have his hands full, The bellicose Germans to tame. The hard riding Cossack and Russ, At the very first sign of a fuss, Cried--"Long live the white Czar, We are off to the war, No more Nihilist nonsense for us." The bold Belgian burgher from Brussels, Has fought in a hundred hard tussles, And is still going strong, Nor will it be long, Ere the foe back to Berlin he hustles. The hardy cantankerous Serb, Whom even the Turk couldn't curb, In having a go With Emperor Joe, Will the plans of the Kaiser disturb. The fierce mountaineers of King Nick Got into the ring good and quick, They are never afraid, For to fight is their trade, While their wives have the living to pick. THE MODERN GOOD SAMARITAN December, 1914 The road that leads to Jericho, By thieves is still beset, For Kaiser Bill, the highwayman, Is there already yet. Thrown thick o'er half a Continent, His blood-stained victims lie; The priest, in horror, lifts his hands, The Levite passes by. The modern Good Samaritan, Kind-hearted Uncle Sam, Exclaims, "This thing gets on my nerves I'll send a cablegram. But while the cash is going free, I'll see what I can get, And since these chaps are down and out; I'll steal their trade, you bet." SATAN'S SOLILOQUY November, 1914 Hell hath enlarged its borders, While Satan sits in state, And gives his servants orders To open wide the gate. "My most successful agent," Said he, "is Kaiser Bill; Just watch his daily pageant Of souls come down the hill. His friends who sacked the city; His slaves who raped the nuns; His ghouls devoid of pity-- The bloody, lustful Huns, The 'scrap of paper' liars, The burners of Louvain Shall feed hell's hottest fires With Judas and with Cain. The unfenced city raiders, The crew of submarine That sank the unarmed traders To vent the Kaiser's spleen. The wreckage of the nations, Ten million dwellings lost, Murders and mutilations, The world's great holocaust. The workman's scanty wages, The souls of sunken ships; The faith and hope of ages, The prayers from human lips; The livelihood of millions, The commerce and the trade; The untold wasted billions Man's industry had made. For these I thank the Kaiser; His efforts please me well; The world becomes no wiser; It's growing time in hell." THE CANADIAN WAY January, 1915 When times are good, and labor dear We coax the British workman here, And should he shrink to cross the drink, We tell him he has naught to fear.