FOREWORD

FOREWORD

CONTENTS

I

Here's a pretty tale to tell

All about the beastly boche—

How the Bolsheviki fell

Out of grace and in the wash!

—How all valiant lovers love,

How all villains go to hell,

Started thither by a shove

From the youth who loved so well,

Virtue mirrored in the glass

Held by his beloved lass.

II

III

You who read but may not run

Where the bugles summon youth,

You who when the day is done

Ponder God's eternal Truth

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