Posts Tagged ‘Propaganda’

Cradle Robbers

December 2, 2012

russian fairy tale

Image from art mundus


(The bolsheviki have suppressed fairy tales dealing with kings, princes, princesses and references to the supernatural. — News Note.)

There, little Russ, don’t cry,
They’re crushing your dreams, I know,
For fairy-tale princes and fairy-tale kings
To bolshevik leaders are dangerous things,
And stories like that must go!
But we’ll read you a bolshevik pamphlet dry.
There, little Russ, don’t cry!

There, little Russ don’t cry,
They’ve robbed you of bliss, its true;
And the little stories you loved to hear
Of magical princesses sweet and dear
Have lately become taboo,
And the queens of the fairy-tales must die —
But there, little Russ, don’t cry!

There, little Russ, don’t cry,
Though they’ve taken those tales away,
No form of government ever stood
By filching the joy out of babyhood
And taking the fun from play;
Those tales will come back to you, bye and bye,
There, little Russ, don’t cry!

Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Dec 23, 1921

True Blue

November 26, 2012

Image from Going on 80

True Blue
The farmer may have whiskers, but
He is no Bolshevik,
The Reds they cannot fool him with
A propaganda trick,
He’ll never be a Socialist,
Or join the Trotzky clan;
He will remain just what he is,
A good American.

They’ve tried to win him over to
Defy his country’s law,
But farmer man just shakes his head
And firmly sets his jaw.
By heck, they cannot make him budge,
He is not built that way,
He’s a good and solid backer,
Of the old U.S.A.

They cannot get him out on strike
To plow and hoe the sticks;
He is agin’ all Anarchists,
All Reds and Bolsheviks.
So here is to the Farmer Man
With hayseed in his hair;
As true and good American
As you’ll find anywhere.

— Brooklyn Standard-Union.

Olean Evening Times (Olean, New York) Nov 18, 1919

With Compliments of the Author

December 11, 2011

In a letter to the Marquis of Montrose long, long ago, Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun wrote:

“I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.”

That “very wise man,” understood the uses of propaganda, although he had never heard the word.

For songs ARE used for propaganda — and so are books!

Communist books are used very much that way, some of them as “supplementary reading” in some of our very best schools and colleges.
And in Hawaii and on the Pacific Coast, it has been revealed, Japan is using a textbook in our public schools to further Japanese propaganda among our children.

Nations like Russia and Japan do not care who builds our schoolhouses and endows our colleges and universities, if they — Russia and Japan — can only furnish the propaganda.

Rochester Evening Journal (Rochester, New York) Jun 18, 1935

This Red Star Recording Will Make You Swoon

September 28, 2011


This little Red Star recording by The Kremlin Rhythm Rascals is the season’s top smash hit … You can’t resist this little number — You’ll shout … You’ll cheer, you’ll SWOON —- AND FALL RIGHT INTO LINE!

The Blizzard (Oil City, Pennsylvania) Mar 1, 1951

Kaiser Bill Gets Kicked Out of Hell

March 12, 2010

General Pershing (Image from



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

Kaiser Wilhelm II (Image from


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


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.
My baby.

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.


Reading Eagle – Jul 20, 1918

WWI: No One Need Be Hungry

March 12, 2010


Set Aside Week to Encourage Use of More Potatoes in Place of Flour.

This is Something New.

Use of more potatoes and less flour is the aim of national potato week, set aside by the government as October 22 to 27. The home economics department at Iowa State college suggests the substitution of potatoes for part of the flour in various cake recipes, such as the following, will help:

Chocolate Potato Cake.

1-3 c butter [I am not sure if they mean 1/3 c or ?]
1 c sugar
2 eggs
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground cloves
1 c flour
2 tsp baking powder
2 squares chocolate (melted)
1/2 c mashed potatoes
1/4 c milk
1 tsp vanilla

Cream butter, add sugar and mix well. Add egg yolks well beaten and continue mixing till creamy. Add the cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, flour and baking powder which have been mixed and sifted together. Add the melted chocolate, hot mashed potato, milk and vanilla. Beat well. Add the stiffly beaten egg white. Pour into two layer cake pans which have been lined with waxed paper. Bake in a moderate oven for 30 minutes.

The Carroll Herald – Oct 24, 1917

A Wheatless Recipe

Try this for the next wheatless day. They call it spider corn bread:

1-1/2 cups corn meal
2 cups sour milk
1 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
2 tablespoons butter

Mix the dry ingredients. Add the eggs well beaten and the milk. Place the butter in a frying pan, melt it, and grease the pan well. Heat the pan and turn in the mixture. Place in a hot oven and cook 20 minutes.

This serves six people.

This recipe is one out of 61 recipes contained in “The Cornmeal Book,” which The Milwaukee Sentinel Information Bureau will send you FREE.*

Enclose a 2-cent stamp for return postage on the book, and send the coupon to THE MILWAUKEE SENTINEL INFORMATION BUREAU, FREDERIC J. HASKIN, DIRECTOR, WASHINGTON, D.C.

The Milwaukee Sentinel – Dec 18, 1917

*Probably no longer available.

Washington. Sept. 8. — Have you tried “fifty-fifty biscuits” — Uncle Sam’s latest idea for saving wheat flour in hot bread? You use two cups of corn meal, soy beans which can be home ground, finely crushed peanuts, or rice flour to two cups of white flour. Or you can use one cup of corn meal and one cup of ground soy beans or crushed peanuts with the wheat product.

You can make “fifty-fifty” muffins with 1 1/2 cups of cooked and mashed sweet potatoes or Irish potatoes or cooked cereal or ground soy beans, to an equal amount of flour.

Then there are “fifty-fifty” recipes for wafers and for corn-meal cookies.

Milwaukee Journal - Dec 23, 1917

How to make all these “fifty-fifties” as well as home methods for entire corn-meal gems and yeast breads and rolls made in part of finely crushed peanuts, sweet or Irish potatoes, soy-bean meal which can be made at home by grinding soy beans in a handmill, rice, corn meal or cooked cereals, are described in detail in United States department of agriculture circular No. A 91. “Partial Substitutes for Wheat in Bread Making.” Here is a sample recipe — the one for “fifty-fifty” biscuits as worked out by Hannah L. Wessling, specialist, in home demonstration work:

“Fifty-Fifty Biscuits.”

Two cups corn meal, ground soy beans or finely ground peanuts, rice flour or other substitute.
Two cups white flour
Four teaspoons baking powder.
Two teaspoons salt.
Four tablespoons shortening.
Liquid sufficient to mix to proper consistency (1 to 1 1/2 cups).

Sift together the flour, meal, salt and baking powder twice. Have the shortening as cold as possible and cut it into the mixture with a knife, finally rubbing it in with the hands. Mix quickly with the cold liquid (milk, skim milk or water) forming a fairly soft dough which can be rolled on the board. Turn onto a floured board; roll into a sheet not over one-half inch thick; cut into rounds; place these in lightly floured biscuit tins (or shallow pans), and bake 10 to 12 minutes in a rather hot oven. If peanuts are used, the roasted and shelled nuts should be finely crushed with a rolling pin.

In making the flour and peanut biscuits the flour and other dry ingredients should be sifted together twice and then mixed thoroughly with the crushed peanuts.

The Evening Independent (St. Petersburg, Florida) – Sep 8, 1917

Pumpkin Pone (Image from

These next two recipes actually sound pretty good. In regards to the Pumpkin Pone, I ran across a couple of  recipes online, and they include coconut and spices etc., so a bit more fancy than this war-time version.

Milwaukee Journal - Dec 23, 1917

Let’s Eat More Cornmeal

Following is a third series of cornmeal recipes suggested by the home economics department of Iowa State college, which is advocating the use of more cornmeal to conserve the flour supply of the country:

Rice and Cornmeal Gem.

1 c cornmeal,
1 tsp salt,
1 tbsp flour,
6 tbsp raw rice (1 1/2 c cooked),
1 egg,
1 tbsp fat,
4 tbsp baking powder,
Milk to make batter.

[No instructions for what to do with the ingredients, so I guess they assume everyone can figure it out? Back in the day, I suppose that might have been the case.]

Cornmeal and Pumpkin Pone.

1 qt well cooked pumpkin,
1 c cornmeal,
2 c sweet milk,
1 tbsp salt,
1 c sugar,
1 tsp soda.

Stir the cornmeal into the hot pumpkin; then add milk, salt and sugar. Add enough more cornmeal to make the mixture stiff enough that it will hold its shape when dropped from the spoon. Then stir in soda (dissolved in boiling water). Bake an hour and a half or longer. The longer it bakes the sweeter it seems.

The Carroll Herald – Jun 6, 1917

Don’t forget the children!

Every child can help. No one need be hungry.

WWI: The School Garden Army

March 12, 2010

The government using propaganda to target children?  The use of the “Pied Piper” as the Government luring the children away seems rather creepy to me.


(United Press Staff Correspondent)

WASHINGTON, Aug 29. — Uncle Sam has just recruited and trained an army of 800,000 American boys and girls, who will be on duty at state and county fairs everywhere this fall.

Their work now consists of helping their fathers and mothers preserve, pickle, dry and can the enormous surplus of America’s war gardens. Their work at the fairs will consist of practical demonstration of methods.

It is estimated that this juvenile army will exhibit its prowess and products to about 20,000,000 Americans.

They will be the principal attraction at the series of Food Training Camps the Department of Agriculture is organizing for every section of the country for late August, September and October.

The boys and girls in this great food drive are members of the thousands of Boys’ and Girls’ clubs organized by and working under the direction of the United States Department of Agriculture.

The national headquarters is at Washington with a specialist of the juvenile extension department in charge.

Each day at the Food Training camps the children will can and dry food product in different ways, giving the public a correct idea as to how it should be done.

The particular boys and girls who will demonstrate for the state colleges of agriculture and for the government, are now being chosen through a series of competitive tests in practically every community in the country. These contests are being held in the schools, at community fairs and picnics and at other public gatherings. Only the winners in the larger local contests, who have shown by their work that they are capable of discharging the tasks the government will give them, will be permitted to demonstrate at the Food Training Camps.

The Evening News – San Jose, CA – Aug 29, 1917





There are 7,089 gardens at the various school centers under cultivation, according to a bulletin issued by Dr. D.S. Foos, school superintendent. The report of the Reading school gardens for the spring of 1918 has been presented by the Supervisor G.W. Kreider, in charge of this feature of educational work.
A synopsis of the report follows:

“During February and March every school was visited and talks given as to how food can and will help win the war. The subject of equipment, the choosing of a desirable plot of ground, the conditions to be noted in good soil and location, and the possibilities in apparently inferior soil were topics taken up for discussion. Suggestions were offered on the development of a plan for their gardens so that all available space may be used to the best advantage. Emphasis was placed upon the subject of fertilization, the choosing of good seeds, planting and cultivation.

“Through the kindness of the officials at Washington we were able to get quite a quantity and a variety of good seeds, which were distributed among those who promised to use them. Many pupils purchased others in addition, realizing an opportunity of taking part in a project of educative advantage as well as performing a patriotic duty.

Over 7,000 Gardens.

“As a proof of the interest manifested by teachers and pupils in this project, there are reported at this time, 7,089 gardens under cultivation. Many of the teachers have 100 per cent. enrollment, and as high as 75 per cent. efficient gardens.

“The pupils this year have changed the name of ‘war gardens’ to ‘victory gardens,’ thus seeming to realize the meaning of their labor. They call the weeds ‘Huns’ and their slogan is ‘I will not be a slacker; I will kill the Huns.’

“Each teacher has been asked to supervise the gardens of her school, which plan last year proved very satisfactory.

“It is the intention of the committee of teachers to visit every garden a few times during the year, for the purpose of giving encouragement. At the same time the environment of the pupil may be studied and adverse conditions noted. Such cooperation with parents and the community will tend to make better citizens.

Tent Space at Fair.

“The Berks County Fair Association has consented to give us tent space this fall, where we may exhibit the products to advantage. To encourage the pupils in their garden work the association will offer a number of premiums. Through the kindness of the business people of the city of Reading we will be able to offer other useful premiums.

“It is the intention of the committee to have a list printed to be given to each pupil, stating the premium offered for the varieties of vegetables in proper quantities, feeling sure that through this incentive quite a number of new gardens will be cultivated.”

Reading Eagle – May 12, 1918

The “Tea Party” and the Kaiser

March 11, 2010

For the freedom of the world. Subscribe to the National Loan at the Banque Nationale de Credit. Signed: SEM 1917



My grandsire painted red his hide
In ancient Mohawk style,
And crept down to the Mystic side
To wait a little while.

Then other Yanks in redskin guise
Collected at the bay
And took the tea ship by surprise
And threw the tea away.

Old George the Third was much adverse
To freedom for the Yanks
His taxes were a deadly curse —
He taxed and gave no thanks.

But when the Mohawk Boston men
Dumped all the tea to port
Kind George began to think again
And arm for warlike “sport.”

He sent his Hessians over here
To kill Cap. Barker’s boys.
To burn the school and meeting house
and other such annoys;

But when they came to Bunker Hill
That jolly day in June
And Warren met ’em with a will
They piped another tune.

The Yanks have got a job today
That’s worthy of the race;
The kaiser treads a rocky way
And spars to save his face.

But all the Yanks have gone to France
En route for old Berlin;
If we buy Bonds at every chance
You bet the Yanks will win!

Our grandsires dishes King George’s will
And salted all his tea.
Our boys will do the same for Bill,
Kaiser of Germany!
The only way to push the work
And make Berlin our own,
Is this: Get busy, do not shirk

The Carroll Herald – Sep 25, 1918

The allied flags bearing down on Kaiser Wilhelm II. The Liberation Loan. By Abel Faivre 1918.

The two images in this post can be found HERE, along with several other French Posters from WWI.


By Robert Adger Bowen,
of The Vigilantes.

Somewhere in France! ‘Tis all that I may know
Of him, my hero, with the first to go
where Duty to his country’s high emprise
Called to the answering manhood in his eyes,
As calleth Deep unto the depths below.

For him there was no waiting for the slow
Uncertain summons. In his ear the blow
Of clarion sounded, ringing to the skies,
Somewhere in France.

His soul aflame with service seemed to glow
He smiled at Death, nor shrank from that grim woe
He knew full well was oft the soldier’s prize;
Nor may I grieve if so my hero dies
To sleep in fields where blood red poppies grow,
Somewhere in France.

The Nevada Daily Mail – Nov 24, 1917


Tom Robinson, the plumber, bought a hundred-dollar bond,
Though he truly loved his country, of his cash he sure was fond.
“I’ve bought because it’s duty,” said he to Doctor Jones,
“I’ve got to do my little bit to help the Allied loans.”

The Doctor said: “I bought some bonds, then with them bought a car.
You owe me just a hundred.” Said the plumber: “There you are.”
And handed Jones his new-bought bond; then Jones paid off a debt
Of a hundred to the furrier — before he could forget.

The furrier had bought some clothes — an honest man was he —
“Let’s pay with Uncle Sam’s good bond that helps to set men free.”
And so he paid. The clothier squared up an old account
With his jobber — so the bond went on, intact in its amount.

The jobber owed the grocer for the things his family ate.
Said he: “I’ll pay in Libertys — you need no longer wait.”
Then the grocer paid the butcher, who owed the carpet store.
And he in turn reduced his debt and helped along the war.

“I’d like to buy a dress now,” said the carpet merchant’s wife,
“A hundred-dollar one will do — with bargains stores are rife.”
The modiste got the bond. Said she: “I know what I will do.
I’ll have the bath room fixed up fine and made to look like new.”

And so, ere long, Tom Robinson, the plumber, had his bond,
And no one in the country will be quicker to respond,
when Uncle Sam’s next loan appears. The moral of this tale
Is Buy a Bond and Pass It On — our country cannot fail.

— By Richard A. Foley, of Philadelphia

Reading Eagle – Dec 9, 1917


(At the outbreak of the civil war in 1861, the government offered a loan to the public to provide funds for carrying on the war. This poem was written at that time by one of our great authors and it is equally appropriate now when the government loan in  the form of Liberty bonds is offered to the public. It is well also to remember that the bonds afterwards rose to command a premium.)
Come, freemen of the land,
Come, meet the great demand.
True heart and open hand,
Take the loan!
For the hopes the prophets saw,
For the swords your brothers draw,
For liberty and law,
Take the loan!

Ye ladies of the land,
As ye love the gallant band,
Who have drawn a soldier’s brand,
Take the loan!
Who would bring them what she could,
Who would give the soldier food.
Who would staunch her brother’s blood.
Take the loan!

All who saw her hosts pass by,
All who joined the parting cry,
When we bade them do or die,
Take the loan!
As ye wished their triumph then,
As ye hope to meet again,
And to meet their gaze as men,
Take the loan!

Who could press the great appeal
Of our ranks of serried steel,
Put your shoulders to the wheel,
Take the loan!
That our prayers in truth may rise,
Which we press with streaming eyes
On the Lord of earth and skies,
Take the loan!

-Edward Everett Hale.

The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) May 30,  1917

“Can You Lend Me Fifty Dollars?” says my Uncle Sam to me.

March 8, 2010



“Can you lend me fifty dollars?” says my Uncle Sam to me.
“Well, Uncle, I don’t know,” I says, “I’ll have to go and see.”
“You’ll have to go and see?” he says, sarcastical and dry.
and I didn’t feel too cheerful when I looked him in the eye.

“Now, son, you listen here,” he says, “I’ll give it to you straight.
I know, — you’re in a hurry. Better let the hurry wait.
There’s things I’m going to tell you,– or try to, anyhow.
If you never done much thinkin’, you better do some now.

“I brought you up in freedom, I allowed you’d have the run
Of the fairest, finest country that ever got the sun.
I gave you school and readin’ as much as you could learn,
And never asked an hour of your service in return.

“You had it soft and easy; you didn’t have to fight;
And you looked on peace and plenty as if they was your right.
‘I took a chance to raise you,’ I said, ‘he won’t forget.
Some day he’ll do me credit.’ And this is what I get.

“I ask a little favor that you can do for me, —
So small I hate to ask it, — and, you’ve got to go and see!
I’ve strove with men and angels for the honor of our name, —
To make it stand for somethin’, and keep it clean of shame.

“I always planned to give you a country and a flag
You could call as good as any, and you wouldn’t have to brag.
If you figure so to keep them, I only know one plan
That’ll stand all kinds of acids, and that’s to be a man.

“So you better think it over and show what you can do.
I can use about a billion. So long. It’s up to you.”
Now I guess, unless I’m willing to be charged up as a loss
And thrown into the discard, I’ll have to come across.

The Carroll Herald – Oct 24, 1917

The Carroll Herald - Oct 24, 1917

Now, All Together.

By Grantland Rice.

Would you like to kick in on the world’s greatest cinch?
Would you like to belong when the cheering rolls in?
Would you care to deliver a punch in the pinch
That will help out a game which your country must win?
Would you like to be known as a quitter, or worse?
Or have you a vision of triumph beyond?
Would you like to help wipe out the Prussianized curse?
Then go out and dig for a Liberty bond.

We have come to the break in the world’s greatest game —
The rally is on that was long overdue,
And the score that shall wait at the end of the frame
Is up to the fellow at bat — meaning YOU.
The battle is on where a few lusty drives
Will clear up the future which waits on beyond.
Would you like to belong when the BIG DAY arrives?
Then go out and dig for a Liberty bond.

The Carroll Herald – Oct 24, 1917


By Berton Braley.

If you hate oppression and lust and shame
If you hate the fiend with his eyes aflame,
If you burn with wrath at the word and deed
Of a crew of pirates whose only creed
Is the law of might and the rule of force
And death to all who oppose their course;
If an anger terrible scars your brain
At children murdered and women slain,
At crimsoned seas and at blackened sod
All done in the name of a Prussian God;
If you hate these things and you cannot go
To fight the cruel and ruthless foe
You CAN be loyal, you CAN respond
You CAN come forward and “BUY A BOND!”

If you love your country, your home, your flag,
If you would not witness that banner drag
In the dust of failure; if still you care
For what is lovely and true and fair;
If freedom isn’t an empty word
But a thing you love; if your heart is stirred
By though of a world made safe and free
For the sake of common humanity;
If these things seem worth while to you,
This is the service taht you can do.
Though you may not battle “across the pond,”
You CAN save money and “BUY A BOND!”

The Pittsburgh Press – Oct 10, 1917