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Conger Reynolds newspaper clippings, 1916-1919

Clipping: ""Ballad Of A Red Cross Man"" Page 2

FEATS WITH FEET
GANGWAY!
TO BERLIN
POINT YOUR FEET IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION AND FOLLOW THEM - ANY OTHER DIRECTION IS VERY ROUGH ON THE FEET.
FREE
A S
KNO
PROPER POSITION FOR SPY FEET.
BOC
NEA
GETTING IT OVER
My place is here, far down this little street,And here I labor at my desk 'till dark;
I do not hear the tramp of marching feet,
I do not hear the rifle's angry bark.
My work is business! All the long day through
I deal in quantities and talk by weight
I struggle to secure the shipments due,
And fight the mad to get them when they're late.
My job is just to see that Wrightstown Camp
Shall not go hungry when it wants its bread,
And note that Yaphank, when it goes on tramp,
Will need some shoes to fit its martial tread.
I often sit in some brief second's lull
And wonder if a God-sent chance will come
To call me from this task--not that it's dull,
But oh! I long to hear again the drum!
I know that some may fight while others find
The things an army needs to eat and wear,
And still it breaks my heart to stay

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FEATS WITH FEET GANGWAY! TO BERLIN POINT YOUR FEET IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION AND FOLLOW THEM - ANY OTHER DIRECTION IS VERY ROUGH ON THE FEET. FREE A S KNO PROPER POSITION FOR SPY FEET. BOC NEA GETTING IT OVER My place is here, far down this little street,And here I labor at my desk 'till dark; I do not hear the tramp of marching feet, I do not hear the rifle's angry bark. My work is business! All the long day through I deal in quantities and talk by weight I struggle to secure the shipments due, And fight the mad to get them when they're late. My job is just to see that Wrightstown Camp Shall not go hungry when it wants its bread, And note that Yaphank, when it goes on tramp, Will need some shoes to fit its martial tread. I often sit in some brief second's lull And wonder if a God-sent chance will come To call me from this task--not that it's dull, But oh! I long to hear again the drum! I know that some may fight while others find The things an army needs to eat and wear, And still it breaks my heart to stay