Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 194, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 September 1917 — ANSWERS KAISER’S PRAYER. [ARTICLE]

ANSWERS KAISER’S PRAYER.

Some time ago the Republican published a clipping entitled “The Kaiser’s prayer,” which the editor happened to spy while reading an exchange. In order that a reader may gain the full meaning of the answer to the prayer it is also repeated. It follows: The Kaiser’* Prayer. Oh Gott -will—you-be mine partner? You don’t know who 1 am? I am der German Kaiser, Der Emperor, Wii-i-yam. You know I whipped der Belgians, Und my bullets filled Russia full; Und I’ll whip France und Italy Und blow up Johnny Bull. Now for all the other nations Why, I don’t give a d If you 11 just be mine partner Und whip dot Uncle Sam. You know I got der submarines, All Europe knows dot well — But dot Edison got a patent now Vot blows dem all to h ——. Now Gott, if you vill yust do diss Den vou I’ll always love; Und I’ll be Emperor of der earth Und vou der Emperor above. But Gott, if you refuse me dis • Tomorrow night at seven, I’ll call my zeppelins all. right out Und declare war on heaven. If not I will call on der devil To help me in this as well, Und if lie don’t, I’ll call my submarines Und declare war on hell. Kaiser’s Prayer Answered. Sir Kaiser I am sorry I cannot grant your prayer, The reason is so plainly seen, From here if not from there. You slaughtered those poor Belgians, Who have done you no harm, You burned their homes and children, Ruined all their farms. You humbled poor old Johnny Bull, And sunk his battleships, Killed many thousand Frenchmen And licked your bloody ips. But say. Sir Kaiser William You sure did hit, a snag When you tackled my son, Sammie And then began to brag That you would make him pay for all Because he had the gold. But pride goeth before a fall. In the good book we are told. You ask'me to help you now To whip my favorite child; What has he ever done to you To make you so wild? Is it because he stands for love And friendship to the end, Or that lie wants democracy To rule the hearts of men? I helped him twice lick Johnny Bull And.hauty Spaniards, too, So how I think it just the time I helped him to lick you. When my son Sam gets throu with you 1 haven’t any doubt ’There’s not enough of your men left To raise a decent shout. You want to be the boss of earth But that is still my job; You got to be put put of bizl .So the world you cannot rob, So I’ll whisper to son Sammie Some secrets that I know, And to "Davie Jones’ Locker ’ Your submarines will go. I’ve thought of just the place for you And it will suit you well; I’ll give the devil another job And make you boss.of Hell.

A. R. Smith, who owns some 1,000 acres of good land near Roselawn, was in Rensselaer today. He has some good farms to rent and has inserted an advertisement in the SemiWeekly Republican in reference to one of these.