HOW IT WORKS OUT
When Jonesy joined the Army he had all the dope down fine.Said he, “I’d ought to land the cush, though serving in the line.A private’s pay is thirty, then by adding ten per cent—That’s thirty-three,And now lessee,In this here now French currency—Five-sixty rate,Makes one-eight-eight,Or thereabouts; why, hell! that’s great!It’s more’n enoughTo buy me stuff,And let me throw a swell front bluff.Because my chowIs paid for now,And I don’t need but to allowA little kaleFor vin or ale,And maybe some day blow a frailTo vo-de-veeIn gay PareeOr some live joint like that citee—Why, I’ll be flush—besides, Friend Govt. is staking me the rent.”On pay day Jones was right on deck, an outstretched cap in view—He thought by trusting to his hands some clackers might leak through.He’d planned to split his wages among all the leading banks,But the Q.M.Just said, “AhemExpenses comeTo quite a sum,Though where the tin is coming fromIs not my care,But your affair.We’ll have to charge you for a pairOf leggins lost,Ten francs the cost;On board the ship we note you tossedA cigaretteInto the wet—Subs might upon our trail have set.That’ll put youBack ninety-two;Insurance, bonds, allotments, too—In short, you owe the Government just eighty-seven francs.”Tyler H. Bliss, Corp., Inf.
When Jonesy joined the Army he had all the dope down fine.Said he, “I’d ought to land the cush, though serving in the line.A private’s pay is thirty, then by adding ten per cent—That’s thirty-three,And now lessee,In this here now French currency—Five-sixty rate,Makes one-eight-eight,Or thereabouts; why, hell! that’s great!It’s more’n enoughTo buy me stuff,And let me throw a swell front bluff.Because my chowIs paid for now,And I don’t need but to allowA little kaleFor vin or ale,And maybe some day blow a frailTo vo-de-veeIn gay PareeOr some live joint like that citee—Why, I’ll be flush—besides, Friend Govt. is staking me the rent.”On pay day Jones was right on deck, an outstretched cap in view—He thought by trusting to his hands some clackers might leak through.He’d planned to split his wages among all the leading banks,But the Q.M.Just said, “AhemExpenses comeTo quite a sum,Though where the tin is coming fromIs not my care,But your affair.We’ll have to charge you for a pairOf leggins lost,Ten francs the cost;On board the ship we note you tossedA cigaretteInto the wet—Subs might upon our trail have set.That’ll put youBack ninety-two;Insurance, bonds, allotments, too—In short, you owe the Government just eighty-seven francs.”Tyler H. Bliss, Corp., Inf.
When Jonesy joined the Army he had all the dope down fine.Said he, “I’d ought to land the cush, though serving in the line.A private’s pay is thirty, then by adding ten per cent—That’s thirty-three,And now lessee,In this here now French currency—Five-sixty rate,Makes one-eight-eight,Or thereabouts; why, hell! that’s great!It’s more’n enoughTo buy me stuff,And let me throw a swell front bluff.Because my chowIs paid for now,And I don’t need but to allowA little kaleFor vin or ale,And maybe some day blow a frailTo vo-de-veeIn gay PareeOr some live joint like that citee—Why, I’ll be flush—besides, Friend Govt. is staking me the rent.”
When Jonesy joined the Army he had all the dope down fine.
Said he, “I’d ought to land the cush, though serving in the line.
A private’s pay is thirty, then by adding ten per cent—
That’s thirty-three,
And now lessee,
In this here now French currency—
Five-sixty rate,
Makes one-eight-eight,
Or thereabouts; why, hell! that’s great!
It’s more’n enough
To buy me stuff,
And let me throw a swell front bluff.
Because my chow
Is paid for now,
And I don’t need but to allow
A little kale
For vin or ale,
And maybe some day blow a frail
To vo-de-vee
In gay Paree
Or some live joint like that citee—
Why, I’ll be flush—besides, Friend Govt. is staking me the rent.”
On pay day Jones was right on deck, an outstretched cap in view—He thought by trusting to his hands some clackers might leak through.He’d planned to split his wages among all the leading banks,But the Q.M.Just said, “AhemExpenses comeTo quite a sum,Though where the tin is coming fromIs not my care,But your affair.We’ll have to charge you for a pairOf leggins lost,Ten francs the cost;On board the ship we note you tossedA cigaretteInto the wet—Subs might upon our trail have set.That’ll put youBack ninety-two;Insurance, bonds, allotments, too—In short, you owe the Government just eighty-seven francs.”Tyler H. Bliss, Corp., Inf.
On pay day Jones was right on deck, an outstretched cap in view—
He thought by trusting to his hands some clackers might leak through.
He’d planned to split his wages among all the leading banks,
But the Q.M.
Just said, “Ahem
Expenses come
To quite a sum,
Though where the tin is coming from
Is not my care,
But your affair.
We’ll have to charge you for a pair
Of leggins lost,
Ten francs the cost;
On board the ship we note you tossed
A cigarette
Into the wet—
Subs might upon our trail have set.
That’ll put you
Back ninety-two;
Insurance, bonds, allotments, too—
In short, you owe the Government just eighty-seven francs.”
Tyler H. Bliss, Corp., Inf.