Milford chronicle., 1942-04-24
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~ By ROBT. H. YERKES ~

Doctors Roosevelt, Macarthur
Churchill and Stain have this week
discovered that their patient, the
World, which they have been treat
ing for two serious ailments name
ly Nazi Cancers and Japanese
Boils, is improving under treat
ment. Nazi Cancers have changed
to Nazi Panics and Japanese Boils
have changed to Nipponese Jitters
These last two named symptoms in
variably appear when the patient
passes the crisis.
/sIs/
Keep them guessing is a game
that more than two can play at, so
says Uncle Sam, and while the willy
Japs wonder where those bombers
came from, which laid explosive
and incendiary eggs all over the
land of the Setting Sun" our
Uncle" sits tight and ehews Poke
root. Herr Hitler, that mas
ter of the unexpected. also has
contracted the "Heebe Jeebies"
and says it is not Cricket" for
General Marshall and Mr.. Hopkins
to cook up invasions without con-
sulting- him. Don't they realize
that his timetable is running be-
hind schedule and Hans and Fritz
and all the rest of the boys back
home are getting tired of putting
synthetic machine oil on their
ersatz black bread and want some
of that swimming wealth" they
once were promised.
/Is/
Mrs. Henry Clarke, of Milford,
who has several times shown her
interest in the efforts of this col
umnist, brought in our Office this
week war poem which she wrote
July IA, 1918. The poem is so
good, that we cannot deny it to our
readers, so with the permission of
Mrs. Clarke we reproduce
FROM YOUR SOLDIER BOY
Though the ocean is deep and wide
And ] have left you on the other side
And the miles are thousands long;
/ have left you and my country to
help right the wrong.
But you will be brave. dear Mother,
And to your country true.
Then It will help a thousand Mothers
That love their. boys like you.
IN try and do my duty ever. i
Though each days work breaks hearts |
forever,
All / am or hope to be
give all praise and honor now to
thee.
And when on duty I am marching
With the boys all clad in brown.
My thoughts do often wander
To friends in the old home town.
For there are other friendships. Mo-
ther;
Yes, friendships dear TO one another.
For aside true friendships none will
cast
But in my thoughts. dear Mother, you
are always first and last.
Whatever duty l am doing
You are ever at my side.
For my courage and projections;
Your right hand does guide.
Dear Mother. you will pray for me
Not eloquent words like preachers say;
Just little. prayers l lisped when at
your knee.
They bring you here SO close to me:
oh such hopes again to meet thee
And your happy face to see;
Sweetest. fondest. strongest hope with !
in my breast,
But God alone will answer. He knows
Mrs. Henry Clarke
/s/s/
1t seems that this week is poetry
week, and another friend and this
time fellow co-worker at the
Chronicle, has composed poem
commemorating the flag raising at
Post E-3. While our friend is more
or less reticient about having his
name appear in print, after. much
persuasion did secure permission
to use his initials. The poem fol-
lows:
FLAG RAISING AT POST E-S
Twas on Sunday. April 12. 1912, at
our post,
And while We are not known as one to
There were over two hundred there
to share
The unfurling of our countrys flag
so fair.
Although the day brought stiff north
west gale
1t only served to make Old Glory mag
nihcently to. sail
Very proudly at the top of the mast
And the noise of her fiuttering was
music to our ear.
From the lips of DR.. Herson words of
prayer did roll,
And his talk of courage was good for
the soul:
Rev. Greiner admonished us TO let our
And to- to be Careful in its keeping at
our domain.
Our Grand Old Chief Observer in ac-
cepting the Flag
Momentarily faltered and then seemed
to lag.
But you could see as he rose to speak
That there was a trace OF tear ON
his cheek.
Boy Scouts were there in their uni
forms bright,
And their eyes were cleaning as they
gazed at the lofty sight;
AS the notes of the bugle echoed
through the breeze (
stately trees.
So here's to the glory of serving the
Red, White and Blue
And may all of us spoilers ever to
our post be true
AS we take our lonesome trick in
scanning the sky,
Ever be alert in reporting every plane
that may fly.
e. F. W.