But there's one thing that the writers
And the artist all forget:

That's me!
On K.P.
In my suit of denim blue
I am thinking--not of you--
But the places where I'd like the top to be!

On the posters in the windows,
In the monthly magazine,
Are the boys in leather leggins
Such as Pershing's never seen;
Oh, they love to paint 'em pretty,
All dressed up and fit to kiss,--
Ain't it funny there's a picture
That they always seem to miss?

Bless me soul,
Loading coal!
In my little shimmy-shirt,
Eyes and mouth full up with dirt--
(In the next war I'll be living at the Pole.)

[Illustration: (two men peeling spuds)]

[Illustration: Built for speed...]

Built for speed / and with light pack to match