Front:
8-
Please Give Us Our Due
We give you our service, you shut off our beer,
But the slackr can drink till it runs from his ear.
We quit a good job to keep you from harm,
And the slacker goes by with a girl on each arm.
And he laughs at the soldier, poor unlucky cuss-
Girls go with slackers, why criticise us?
The slacker rides around in a Ford of his own,
And charges a quarter to take us to town.
We're doing our duty, his liver is white;
Yet we leave the street at ten every night
While he sticks around as long as he cares,
And laughs at the soldier whenever he dares.
Discipline, we know, is a thing that must be;
But, honest to goodness, we fail to see,
If the soldier drinks nothing but water and "pop,"
Why the drinks of the slacker can't also be stopped.
If the slacker can dance, it seems rather hard
That at all decent dances the uniform's barred.
We've shouldered our rifles and taken our places,
And we'll go to death with a smile on our faces;
But this is our honest appeal to you,
Until we cross over, PLEASE GIVE US OUR DUE.
Back:
dear Coulton;
This is almost.
true, Iebine.
mgom
yoz
gewähn
N₁
Jazy
CORRESPONDENCE, HERE
are expecting to learn
みん
mere om
KING
AUG 20
1130AM
1918
8/20/18
rd
PANCH
NAME AND ADDRESS HERE.
Miss Ixillie Carlton
201 N. Carroll ave
Dallas
مصاريو
