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Conger Reynolds newspaper clippings, 1916-1919

Clipping: ""Ballad Of Officers' Mess"" Page 1

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BALLAD OF OFFICERS' MESS The officers' mess Was won't to guess What kind of meat They had to eat. But none could tell Just what the deuce Was on that plate 'Midst all the juice. It might be pork, It might be stork, Or alligate, Or equine skate, Frog, ape or ram, None cared a fig; When hungry, one Just starts to dig. The colonel swore 'Twas deadly boar; The major swears He's taste hares; We second lieuts. Could sure have told, But we ate last- The scent was cold. Our wagers rough On meat so tough All come to naught As well they ought. Here ends my yarn- No bets went through; It wasn't fair- They had a zoo!
 
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