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BAB'S BALLADS
BAB'S BALLADS
The Salvation Army Drive
The Salvation Army Drive
WHEN a fellow's been a -milling in a battle for a day, when he's famished, dirty, weary, 'cause he hasn't hit the hay, and he hasn't had his coffee, or a single bite to eat, and the cootie clan from Scratchville drills his frame from head to feet; when he's staggery and deafened from a too-familiar shell, and there comes to him a surcease from this flaming man-made hell—then is when another Army comes to ease his harried soul, to appease his awful hunger, and again to make him whole. To the dugouts come the women—Yankee women, pure and sweet—bringing dressings for the wounded and delicious things to eat—good old doughnuts, pie and coffee and occasionally some cake—heavenly manna, so to put it, "just like mother used to make." Why, the food and ministrations of these angels of the camp is unto these all-in heroes like as oil unto a lmap. And you've got to hand it to 'em, 'cause to do it death they dare, but they get it to our fellows in the trenches "over there." "Dough for doughnuts for the doughboys"—that's the Army's rousing cry. Though your gift be but a jitney, do not pass these angels by. It's the grandest cause a-going; Uncle Sam will sure rejoice if he knows that you are helping feed his hungry fighting boys. And the angels up in heaven, just as sure as you're alive, love this same Salvation Army and are pulling for this drive. HARLAN BABCOCK
WHEN a fellow's been a-milling in a battle for
a day, when he's famished, dirty, weary,  
'cause he hasn't hit the hay, and he hasn't
had his coffee, or a single bite to eat, and  
the cootie clan from Scratchville drills his  
frame from head to feet; when he's staggery and  
deafened from a too-familiar shell, and there comes  
to him a surcease from this flaming man-made hell
—then is when another Army comes to ease his  
harried soul, to appease his awful hunger, and  
again to make him whole. To the dugouts come  
the women—Yankee women, pure and sweet—
bringing dressings for the wounded and delicious  
things to eat—good old doughnuts, pie and coffee  
and occasionally some cake—heavenly manna, so  
to put it, "just like mother used to make." Why,  
the food and ministrations of these angels of the  
camp is unto these all-in heroes like as oil unto a  
lamp. And you've got to hand it to 'em, 'cause to  
do it death they dare, but they get it to our fellows  
in the trenches "over there." "Dough for dough-
nuts for the doughboys"—that's the Army's rous-
ing cry. Though your gift be but a jitney, do not  
pass these angels by. It's the grandest cause  
a-going; Uncle Sam will sure rejoice if he knows  
that you are helping feed his hungry fighting boys.  
And the angels up in heaven, just as sure as you're  
alive, love this same Salvation Army and are pull-
ing for this drive.  
HARLAN BABCOCK
Chicago Journal, Wednesday, August 14, 1918. WOOD-OAKES CO.. PRINTERS CHICAGO
Chicago Journal, Wednesday, August 14, 1918. WOOD-OAKES CO.. PRINTERS CHICAGO


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Received at a banquet at La Salle [[Natelie?]] given at end of drive. Executive committee present.
Received at a banquet at La Salle Hotel Given at end of drive. Executive committee present.

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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1911

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BAB'S BALLADS The Salvation Army Drive WHEN a fellow's been a-milling in a battle for

a day, when he's famished, dirty, weary, 

'cause he hasn't hit the hay, and he hasn't

had his coffee, or a single bite to eat, and 

the cootie clan from Scratchville drills his frame from head to feet; when he's staggery and deafened from a too-familiar shell, and there comes to him a surcease from this flaming man-made hell —then is when another Army comes to ease his harried soul, to appease his awful hunger, and again to make him whole. To the dugouts come the women—Yankee women, pure and sweet— bringing dressings for the wounded and delicious things to eat—good old doughnuts, pie and coffee and occasionally some cake—heavenly manna, so to put it, "just like mother used to make." Why, the food and ministrations of these angels of the camp is unto these all-in heroes like as oil unto a lamp. And you've got to hand it to 'em, 'cause to do it death they dare, but they get it to our fellows in the trenches "over there." "Dough for dough- nuts for the doughboys"—that's the Army's rous- ing cry. Though your gift be but a jitney, do not pass these angels by. It's the grandest cause a-going; Uncle Sam will sure rejoice if he knows that you are helping feed his hungry fighting boys. And the angels up in heaven, just as sure as you're alive, love this same Salvation Army and are pull- ing for this drive. HARLAN BABCOCK Chicago Journal, Wednesday, August 14, 1918. WOOD-OAKES CO.. PRINTERS CHICAGO

Margin Received at a banquet at La Salle Hotel Given at end of drive. Executive committee present.