Evening star., 1946-12-15
We're sure to REALIZE our dream
For u. MS one big team,
And that's no bulla. bulla, bulla,
hill

! We're sure to realize our dream
For u. MS one big team,
And that's no bulla. bulla, bulla,
/ bull"
| Left Halfback Molotov became
troublesome. He wanted to call the
signals. He didn't like the Statue
Of Liberty play. To bring peace
Into the practice, Waterboy Tom
Connally, to the tune of Cheer for
Old Amherst" sang:
Come unite. all you nations In
the fight
To defend democracy.
Get in line. we must all of us
combine,
Preserve our victory"
The coach, angered by the squab-
blings among his prima donnas,
appealed to Bevin to tell them what
would happen If teamwork did not
improve.
WELL" he said, IT cahn't rightly
s'y wot will 'appen to those blokes,
but"
I To the score of "On Wisconsin"
I he thundered-
"On Britannia, on Britannia!
Our flags never furled.
Leagues of Nations come and go
But John Bull tops the world.
Now United Nations gather
i In the cause of peace,
j Fght-and we're with you, but
We want lend-lease!"
/ MoIofov Tried Ont
Molotov grabbed the ball and re-
fused to play unless he could call
the signals. He was given a trial.
Signals! Lenin, Stain. On your
Karl Marx-Shift!" he called.
In the melee that resulted, nearly
every player but the left halfbask
lost his pants.
In a setting Of frozen wastelands,
Napoleon Bonaparte Wallace was
seen leading his marshals, Senator
Pepper, Representative De Lacy and
Elliott Roosevelt, in the retreat to
Moscow.
The dialogue Of the COLI, hungry
and otherwise miserable principals
ran thus:
| Wallace, You haven't got some
concealed Republican leanings. have
you, Elliott?,
Roosevelt Only when the party
line calls for it. But couldn't even
get into the election.
Wallace: But you wrote book
that helped the cause. Your times
coming. I'm afraid the common
man slipped up on election day.
De Lacy: I've wondered about the
common man, my Emperor. Did
you create him?
wallace: No, Hugh, not all by my
self. God helped a little. And I
thought the common man was ours
forever. Think of all we did for
him.
Bore From without.
i Roosevelt: Well, what1l we do
!, without him?
Wallace: Well have to bore from
without for a while.
II Pepper: Within or without, the
; main thing is to be boring.
i Wallace: I can always be that
Do not despair, my noble marshals.
De Lacy: It's not easy. The House
gone. The Senate gone. Me gone,
too. Whatll we do now?
Pepper: We can wreck the Gov
ernment's foreign policy.
Wallace: I thought I'd already
done that.
u Pepper: No, my Emperor. Byrnes
is still against appeasement.
Wallace: So am I. All I want IS
to give Stain everything he wants.
De Lacy: Tovarisch!
/ Roosevelt: But, Marshal Pepper,
this talk is futile. Many Of our
Allies have left us. Ally Ickes, Ally
Phil Murray. Ally Joe Curran. And
we're cold and hungry.
/ Marshal Pepper whispered to Ma
|poleon Wallace that inspiration was
needed.
my marshals," said Wallace, 1--WE
are perambulating for the greelsprail
fairbanks of the heminfrax in the
United States. Under our leader
ship we have bronwayed and fer
ticled the duven sprat in every walk
OF life. Our influence flickpitched
its keep when we fledderis folliculed
the wiffen plan, and caught the
Republicans re d-h a n d d-OK-1
mean black-handed."
Speech Approved.
Pepper: Boys, he's really making
sense tonight!
Wallace: And President Truman
has seen this speech and approved
every word!
The budget baloney was found,
despite campaign promises, to be
tough to carve. In this Gridiron
butcher shop, the dinner guests saw
Representative Taber and Senator
Bridges, incoming Appropriations
lCommittee chairmen, starting their
work.
But they found that every pros
Ipective slicing would be politically
Ibad. The baloney was intact as
they gave up. Yet, they contended,
they had done no worse than had
the Roosevelt administration when
it set out, in 1882, to cut 05 per cent
off the Federal expenditures.
The administrations veterans
housing program underwent with
ering fire Of Gridiron satire. Wilson
Wyatt, recently resigned, found the
show looking forward to the year
1886, with Mr.. and Mrs. GI moving
into their new home.
GIL, Well, thar she is, the GII
dreamhouse! Just 40 years ago
they started 'er. She's comm along
right smart, too.
Rent Up Again.
Mrs. CT: Sure will be good to
get into 'er. That corn crib we bin
livin' in is gettin' q mite crowded
with all the kids and the pigs and
all.
CT: Yeah, and the rents gone
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