Evening star., 1941-04-30
The Coming
Tower


ing;
His heart was full of strength and
joy,
His self was not self-doubting.
The sea that stretched to Paris,
France,
Was wide-too wide for flying.
The people said: There's not a
chance"
Said Charles: I'm only trying"
He buttoned on his courage tight,
The odds were long and fearful;
He flew all day, he few all night,
And landed At and cheerful.
The people showered pleasures rare,
His heart was never tainted;
He didn't smoke. he didn't swear,
And so, at last, was sainted.
The world wagged on, with wine
and song.
While Charles was on the wagon:
The rolling world just rolled along.
And then there came the
Dragon.
The Dragon licked his fiery chops
And lashed his long green taI-O,
He hung sign on Jewish shops
And on St. Charles a halo.
And every night the Dragon left
His lair, and went inVadin,
He sailed forth for rape and theft
And stole another maiden.
He ate some Czechs and ate some
Poles
And then he ate Norwegians:
He called to men to drop their souls
And come and join his legions.
THE legend of the Christ is dead
"As I have usurped the castle;
"As long as I can use my head
Man will remain vassal."
He lashed his tail and ate Dane
And then he ate Dutchman,
And then he lashed his tail again
And said: WAS ever such man?'
He said: Il want to see in youth
The look of beasts of prey,
For this is my dynamic truth
And this is my great day
And every night he left his cave
And went about his raidin';
v1-ac lnS+ a0H GTepCn
was brave
Hers was the fairest maiden.
Then up spake middle-aged st.
Charles,
His laurels all about him,
My friends, the world is all in
snarls,"
And few there were to doubt him.
MY friends he said, the Jig is
up,
This Dragons hot, don't tease
him.
Just play it safe and drain your
cup
And let us not displease him..
The sea-" said Charles, lis won-
drouS wide,
The Dragon cannot swim it.
He soon must feel the brimming
tide,
And that will be his limit.
And if we don the bold white
plume
For maidenS in diStreSS-O,
Wen feel the heavy breath OF
doom,
"And that is not a guess-O.
For France is fallen, Norway's
dead,
"And England is a goner;
Its up to us to keep our head
And let who will keep honor.
I'VE mustn't make a single bull
TO make the Dragon mad, folks,
For he is plenty powerful
"Besides-he's not so bad, folks.
"The fight was lost ere it began.
The writings on the wall.
Inside the Dragon is man
Who knows and conquers ALL
The people f1ocked to hear the news
And hear him tell where France is,
This Saint who once had weighed
his shoes
fcrl,i OH
The people hailed him as their chief,
Rememb ring his behavior;
He voiced a popular belief
And soon was called a saviour.
But there were some who stayed to
doubt
And drain the bitter flagon. =,
A lonely crew who would 60 out
And meet and slay the dragon.
Oh lonely, burning, blessed crew
Who held that Man was free,
Thank God there's been the likes OF
you
Through all our history!
Oh poor st. Charles. oh prophet vain,
Who did taste the wine,
And never knew, through Freedoms
pain.
That Man can be divine;
Who weighed the cost of everything
And pointed to the scales;
Who should have been a-roistering
And twisting dragons tails!
UNISON.
X
It seems to us that the war strategy
of the Germans is bad. From Berlin
come stories that tell of statements
to the effect that United States aid
will do no good. If it were pub
ished that Hitler said that he feared
this Nation and its help to Britain.
we might be complacent; we might
think that we were already doing
enough. But our national motto is
"Oh, yeah?"
X