The Kid Has Gone to the Colors

The Kid has gone to the colors,
And we don’t know what to say;
The Kid we have loved and cuddled
Stepped out for the Flag today,
We thought him a child, a baby,
With never a care at all;
But his country called him man-size –
And the Kid has heard the call.

He paused to watch the recruiting,
Where, fired by the fife and drum,
He bowed his head to Old Glory
And thought that it whispered “Come!”
The Kid, not being a slacker,
Stood forth with patriot-joy
To add his name to the rest –
And, God, we’re proud of the boy!

The Kid has gone to the colors;
It seems but a little while
Since he drilled a schoolboy army
In a truly martial style.
But now he’s a man, a soldier,
And we lend him a listening ear;
For his heart is a heart all loyal,
Unscourged by the curse of fear.

His dad, when he told him, shuddered;
His mother – God bless her – cried;
Yet, blessed with a Mother Nature,
She wept with a mother pride.
But he whose shoulders straightened
Was granddad – for memory ran
To years when he, too, a youngster,
Was changed by the Flag to a man!

– William M. Herschell in Bindery Talk.

War bread should never be sweetened.

The use of bread-and-butter plates is
economical, because every bit of unused
butter can be saved this way.

In sweetening anything use half syrup
and half sugar. This is patriotic and at
the same time more practical than using
all syrup.

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