The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-05-28
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THOUGHTS ON THE
MINUTE MAN


MINUTE MAN
The Minute Man was minute
man regardless of hours.
He was ready to fight any
minute and nothing less than
five years was considered over
time.
He came into being at Bunker
Hill (Which was not a golf course)
and at Lexington (Which was not a
sedan.
He would have thought he was
being mollycOddled if all he had
been asked to give up was COM
Portable transportation and the
two Jumps of sugar in his cof-
fee.
The Minute Man would have
thought himself a Five-Minute Egg
if he felt it necessary for his gov
eminent to mention his war obliga-
tions every time there was any men
ton of indigestion tablets, beer,
whisky, cigars and toothpastes.
Rationing was such a sef-culti-
waited habit with him, even in time
of peace, that in time of war he re-
garded it as impeding the national
effort if he admitted he had an ap-
petite for fresh meat.
The Minute Man wasn't so
called because he watched the
minute hand on a clock; when
his country was in peril he
didn't even watch the hour
hand!
The one tool he kept at hand at
all times was his rifle, and he was
his own night and day shift.
His life was so hazardous that he
thought saving his scalp was more
| important than saving money; and
he would have been little sickened
| by the thought that he would be
recorded as doing his part II he
merely bought war bonds.
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The Minute Man thought the
minutes important.
And the only price he fixed on
them was in terms of life and
death.
In time of war he thought his
rights fully protected if, at the end
of every minute, he still had his
gun and could replenish his powder.
The Minute Man never dreamed
of Commute radio programs to
arouse his patriotism; to have lis
tened to 15-minute air appeal to
his Americanism every few hours
would have made him feel insulted.
The Minute Man wanted his news
straight and his battle reports I'M
diluted; and the one thing his gov
eminent never had to ask was,
''Shan we tell him now or do you
think it would upset him?"
The Minute Man was a man
every minute.
He won against incredible odds
after years of heroism.
He made secure aCgreat ma
ton for nearly two centuries.
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i NO CARD!
To market, to market
Some sugar to buy;
Home again, home again -.
Sugar me eye!
Elmer Twitchen is SO timid
these sugar rationing days that
he doesn't even address his wife
as "My sweet any more.
MIKE AND MEYER
No leering, fetid jests did they EN-.
ploy-
They used no jokes from smoking
room or pit,
And yet down through the years
they brought us joy
By cleverness and decency and
wit.
Theirs was no search for situations
vile
No gags dug from the sewers Of
Broadway
Clean, wholesome comedy, such
was their style
And they would have been out o.
place today.
Farewell to Mike, farewell to Mey
er, too!
To them we bow and gladly givt
great thanks,
For they were comics to tradition:
true,
Who never dug for laughs beneath
wet planks!
california to Try Dim-out."-
; Headline
If it wants lessons it should tax,
the matter up with Connecticut.
WAR TIME r. r. TRAVEL
Fading out is Peter Mower
Who always had to have lower.
Cramped in style is Bosley Baer
Who wouldn't ride without a
''chair."
Quite depressed is Peter Cable
He had to have chair and table.
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Bananas are hard to get, due
to sinlxings of banana boats by
subs. They're sinking 'em, as
it were, in punches.