YOUTHFUL BIRDSBORO POET LAUDS PERSHING
WISHES KAISER WELL, AS HE “GOES HENCE SUSPENDED FROM A TREE.”
Birdsboro, May 4. — Miss Bertha Squibb, of the freshman class of the local high school is certainly not pro-German, and is intensely full of the hope that the allies will vanquish the kaiser and his fellow fighters. In her spare time she has composed some poems that give her ideas of the German emperor and tell in a rhythmic way what she thinks of him. In the same poetic strain, she pays tribute to Gen. Pershing, and her efforts are certainly praiseworthy, considering her years and opportunities. Two of her rhymes follow:
A Salute to Gen. Pershing.
Hurrah for General Pershing
And our noble boys in France,
When they see the Germans coming
They will make them squeal and dance.
Oh, brave boys, be like Washington,
And fight so bold and true,
To save our country’s colors
Our own red, white and blue.
Then we will sing “America,”
With all our heart and voice,
And all our allied countries
Will help us to rejoice.
Old Kaiser Bill.
Ah, when our boys meet Kaiser Bill
They’ll take him by the ear
And gently lead him to a hill
To hang him without fear.
Methinks that Bill, with trembling lips,
Will stretch out his big hand,
And shout, “Hurrah, America,”
God save your glorious land.
They scarce will heed his pentinence,
Nor listen to his plea,
But will him well, as he goes hence,
Suspended from a tree.
Reading Eagle – May 4, 1918
THE KAISER’S DREAM
There’s a story now current, though strange it may seem,
Of the great Kaiser Bill and his wonderful dream.
Being tired of the Allies, he lay down to bed,
And among other things, he dreamed he was dead.
On leaving the earth, to heaven he went straight;
Arriving up there, he knocked at the gate.
But Saint Peter looked out, and in a voice loud and clear
Said, “Begone, Kaiser Bill, we don’t want you here.”
“Well,” said the Kaiser, “that’s very uncivil;
I supposed, after that, I must go to the devil.”
So he turned on his heel, and off he did go
At the top of his speed, to the regions below.
And when he got there, he was filled with dismay,
For while waiting outside he heard Old Nick say
To his imps, “Now, look here, boys, I give you all warning;
I’m expecting the Kaiser down here in the morning;
But don’t let him in, for to me it’s quite clear
He’s a very bad man, and we don’t want him here.
If he ever gets in; we’ll have no end of quarrels;
In fact, I’m afraid he’ll corrupt our good morals.”
“Oh, Satan, my dear friend,” the Kaiser then cried;
“Excuse me for listening while waiting outside;
If you don’t admit me, then where can I go?
Oh, do let me in, for I’m feeling quite cold.
And if you want money, I’ve plenty of gold!
Let me sit in a corner no matter how hot.”
“No, no,” said Old Nick, “I certainly will not;
We do not admit folks for riches or wealth;
Here are sulphur and matches, make a hell for yourself.”
Then he kicked William out, and vanished in smoke.
And just at that moment the Kaiser awoke
and jumped out of bed in a very bad sweat.
and said, “Well, that dream I shall never forget.
That I won’t go to heaven I know very well
But it’s really too bad to be kicked out of hell.”
–W.A. Daly, 521 Pike Street.
Reading Eagle – Aug 5, 1917
HURRAH FOR AMERICA
Tune: “A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.” [scroll down for music ]
Everybody get together,
Sing and should with all your might,
For our boys have helped the allies
Beat the Germans in a fight.
And the way our kids are plugging
Fills our hearts with glorious pride –
For they met the German murderers
And “took it out their hide.”
When you hear the news from ‘cross the sea,
How our boys have won a victory.
You want to sing and shout our praise most gloriously
And have a hot time in the old tonight.
Cheer our boys for all that they have done;
They have got the Germans on the run –
And when we hear that they have captured Bill, the Hun,
There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight.
When we know the battle’s over
And our boys are homeward bound,
Then, oh then, we’ll bust the welkin
With a never-ending sound.
We will show the world
America — stand for Democracy
And we lick the Huns to give our sons
The same old Liberty.
WM. B. SEVERE.
Reading Eagle – Jul 20, 1918