"I'm proud my boy's a sailor man what sails upon the sea.

I've always liked him pretty well although he is so dumb.

For years he's stuck around the house and disappointed me.

I thought that he was going to be a bum."

He took her gently by the hand and kissed her on the bean

And said, "When I'm about to fight the Hun

You shouldn't talk to me that way; I think it's awfully mean—

I ain't agoin' to have a lot of fun."

"I know, my child," the mother said. "The parting makes me sad,

But go you must away and fight the war.

At least you will not live to drink as much as did your dad—

So here's your lid, my lad, and there's the door."

Then as he turned away

He heard her softly say:

CHORUS

"The sailors I have ever loved. I'm glad my lad's a gob,

Although it seems to me he's much too dumb.

But after all perhaps he isn't such an awful slob—

I always knew that Kaiser was a bum!"

Aug. 9th. The best way to make a deserter of a man is to give him too much liberty. For the past week I have been getting my dog Fogerty on numerous liberty lists when he shouldn't have been there, but not contented with that he has taken to going around with a couple of yeomen, and the first thing I know he will be 

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