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RIKKI-TIKKI-SAVVY? In Hindustan the mongoose Is in excellent repute. On all ophidian subjects He's exceedingly astute. About the house he's handy And very highly prized. Because he keeps, most ably The place de-reptilized. The small viverrine mammal Moves quicker than a cat. A cobra always strikes where The mongoose isn't at. Around his victim dancing, He waits the merest slip Of vigilance, then leaps in To plant his lethal grip. Oh, nothing but a mongoose Can keep the snakes away. The banded kraits and vipers Drop in, but do not stay. When I get home from India, I'll hunt the nearest zoo. I'd like to see a mongoose In person - wouldn't you? By Sgt. SMITH DAWLESS |
![]() PRAYER OF A G.I. DRIVER Now I gently take my seat And pray the Lord that this damned jeep Won't strip a gear or throw a wheel As round the corners I do squeal And if I arrive in pieces one And my journey's safely done I'll dismount and thank the Lord For deliverance from this midget Ford God bless the Dodge or Chevrolet I hope to drive again - some day By Sgt. CHARLES L. WERNER |
When we received a ration of American magazines this week, we were surprised and not too displeased by an article in Colliers entitled "The Husband Shortage")
THE HUSBAND SHORTAGE Oh, Colliers writes of a terrible plight My lady will soon be alone: For statistics say there is coming a day When she can't have a man of her own On a soft warm night by pale moonlight When romance is in the air My lady sighs and, languishing, dies; There's no one to come to her there Oh, sad is the story when womanly glory Finds no man to call her to him For much to her sorrow, in some near tomorrow My lady is out on a limb So alas, for many a luckless lass Who sits alone on the shelf But send me home from this damn airdrome And I'll fix it - all by myself. By Capt. SCOTT STERLING, JR. |
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