The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1944-01-13

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THE TERRORS OF PEACE
To hear some people talk you
would think Sherman had said:
Peace is hell"
Ask a business man how things
r and he replies: pretty good.
but I'm worried. The war could end
suddenly" Ask your broker why the
market is weak and he says: Don't
forget there's a possibility Of ar ear
ly peace" Try to borrow SIS from a
friend making big money in an air
plane factory. and he will freeze you
with a stern: I've got to be mighty
careful. This war can't last for
ever"
Ask a senator or any other public
official how things look to him. and
he will back you into a corner and
give you a long talk on what may
happen to this country if the fighting
ever stops.
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quiet, orderly world of %brotherly love
throws them into depths of pessi-
mism. OF course. the men and
women who are doing the fighting
don't feel this way; it's the folks far
behind the lines with none Of their
loved mes at the front.
The less danger they're in the
nor they're about waking
up some morning and finding peace
staring them in the face.
Peace? Why. even the thought Of
an early armistice makes some
easily frightened fellows SILVER.
They're so timid you might have
to draft them to get them to face the
peace.
It's just too bad. Maybe WASH
ington should begin now to do some
thing to build up peace morale: to
condition people for struggling on
through peacetimes. Maybe there
should be an OPT (Ofice of Peace In
formation) created Immediately to
keep the fidgety folks fully informed
of the dangers ahead.
The government could even create
some medals for Distinguished Con-
duct in the Face of Peace.
Give special ribbons to the fellow
with nerve enough to hear a peace
rumor and say. Fine. Peace can't
come too Don to suit me- Ill take
it over war any old time"
OLD DRINKING VERSES
REVISED
Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle
Ger the brow of care
Smooths away a wrinkle.
Sprinkle is the word
If you use it rightly;
With the tax so high,
You must sprinkle lightly.
Give a rouse. then. in the Maytime
For a life that knows no fear.
Turn nighttime into daytime
With the sunlight of good cheer!
For it's always fair weather
When rich fellows get together
With a stein almost paid for
And the final payment near.
I cannot eat but little meat
My ration points are low.
But sure I think that l can drink,
For I've come into dough.
No frost nor show. no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me If I'm cold;
A safe I've blown. and nov I own
Some jolly good ale and old.
Then let the chilly northwinds blow
And grid US round with balls Of
snow;
Or else 60 whistle to the shore
And make the hollow mountains
roar.
Well think of all the friends we
knew,
And drink to all worth drinking to.
We merely need to float a loan
To call a glass or two own.
Well let Old Winter take his course
And oar abroad till he be hoarse.
Well wine and dine while Winter
shakes
If we al get financial breaks!
Add SMILES: As childish as the
fellow who is always harping about
the importance of the adult view"
Can You Remember
Away back when:
Your cars backfire scared horses?
You fumed at backseat drivers?
A man had so little to worry about
that his chief concern was to get a
low auto license number?