The Springdale news. [volume] (Springdale, Ark.) 1887-1990, 1917-07-13
GIVE EN- HELL FOR ME"

GIVE EN- HE'LL FOR Me-
(By Damon Bunyon1
Now wealthy John P. Stubblefeld
Has neither kith nor kin,
But often he speaks about the blood
Well pay the Germans in.
Then up goes John P Stubbefied
To the court house on the hill
To kick about his taxes
While your goes out to drill.
And John P Stands where he can see
And holers: Give em hell for me"
Now this same John P. stubblefeld
Was young in ninety-eight,
And hated Spain and Spaniards
With a very savage hate.
Yes this same John P. Stubblefeld
With wrath was most insane,
So some of us went marching off
To help avenge the Main,
And John P stood where he could see
And hollered: Give em hell for mel
Well, this same John P. stubblefeld
He started up store,
And he was getting good and rich
When we came back from war.
And some of were broke and sick,
And all mighty slim,
But John P. Stubblefeld glad
We gave EN- hell for him,
And my old man. he said to me:
sHe's like his Pap in Sixty-three.'
Now that's been nineteen years ago,
And John Ps rich mud,
But somehow he can't get away
From that strange lust for blood
He hated Mexicans awhile,
And yelled when Company
Went hiking off to Mexico:
Boys give EN- he'll for mel
And John P bid army shoes
As soon as he received the news.
So this same John P. Stubblefeld
Is hating of the Huns;
He says he's sorry he can't send
half dozen sons
Then up goes John P Stubbefed
To the court house the hill
To roar about taxation
As your boy goes out to drill.
He raves about the horrd Hun,
While your son Tugs nine pound gun.
Yet this same John P. Stubblefeld
Makes speeches by the yard;
He criticises congressman,
And eriticses hard
He wears flag upon his coat
There's flags about his store;
He's raised the price of WOODEN yarn
Because of this here war;
Ny wife is knitting sox these days
That's how | know about that raise.
When some one said we all should save,
Who was the first to send
letter to the papers
For saving would hurt business
Advising folks to spend?
In saving panic turks
Why this same John P Stubblefeld
Then laid off fifty clerks
And fifty teamsters at clip,
While yor son studies craftsmanship.
Yes, this same John P Stubblefed,
He burn with righteous rage.
He storms about the income tax
And cuts his chauffers wage.
He fought against preparedness
Now he of army graft
And tells the War Department
To hurry with the draft.
Well, my old man once said to me-
Hes like his Pap in Sixty-three.'
It's the John P. Stubblefeld,
With neither chick child,
Who hates those Germans with hate
That's very hot and wild
Of course l hate the Germans too,
For that is only fair
But do not hate them half much
As l hate John P. there.
Now, Lord, forgive such thought, pray
Did your boy go to camp today?
Then up goes John p Stubblefeld
To the court house the hill
To kick about his taxes
While your goes to drill.
And when the transports loaded,
/ know where John will be,
With sons of men along the decks,
And its nose swings to sea,
John P. will stand where he can see
And hoer: Give EN- hell for me-"
Concentrate products especially soup mixtures, so
each container will hold as much canned food and
little water as possible.
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