Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 128, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 June 1917 — AN EYE-OBENER YET. [ARTICLE]

AN EYE-OBENER YET.

Ach kaiser Bill, du lieber Bill, will you blease uncline your ear—will you some regrets keep, while I tolt you ofe.dot Onkel Sam across dher priney deep. You sait Sam wouldn’t fight, Bill—was a cowyard yet unt shoost some bluffs was maken, but shoost so sure you peliefe dot, Bill, so sure you been mistaken. Dot Onkel Sam he hafe, I peliefe, a hoonert million tons of golt, zwei million naughtdreats on dher sea—he hafe dher army, too—unt, Gott! I am gefrightened, Bill, when I gontemplationist what he will do to you. Bill, take my adwise, don’t aggrawate dot man some more—don’t rafe unt case unt paw, for he is gerising o nhis hint legs up unt he will hant you one between sein augen, yah. You was, I peliefe, some gumpheats, Bill, likewise some William goats when you expectorated on Sam’s flag unt supmarined his boats — Yah, it wa§ some foolishness when you dot olt man out mit your propagandarationings unt mit shooting off your mout. But dher die is gast, Bill, rebinings are in wain, dot Sam he hafe dher warwhoob gife unt it is rewerberationing from Oregon to Maine. Unt from efery city in dher lant, from hillsite, glate unt glen, dher cooms dher steady tramblings ofe zehn million fighting men. Yah, rebinings are in wain, Bill, tears will not awail; Sam he hafe ub dhen war ax dug unt you will hit dher drail—Yah, you will hit dher drail, Bill, you’ll gescoot alreaty yet, unt dot scoot occelerationist by Onkel s poot, I bet. Veil, gootpye, Bill, aufweidersfchen, when you are far away—maype in old Sheroosalem, odher oud in Blitsenschaff —wrode me a letter, Bill, sent me your ootocraff. Heine Von Sausagestuffen, Amerisonisher sins yar alreaty; eoom py next Septober. Moroggo, Nord Ameraga, by dher Unided Schstades