A Soupcon of Nourishment.
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(Translated from the German of Johann. Schmidt-.") {For the N.Z. Free Lance.) Oh, Hindenberg, Yon Hindenberg, Our hopes now rest on you; If you an empty tin should prove. Whatever -shall we do ? With celebrating victories Our flags are worn to tatters; But Hunger's in our land, entrenched, And that's the thing that matters. Our weekly soup more weakly grpws, - There's now no need to skim it; And as for these food-substitutes, Mein Gott! they are the limit. Both Falkenliayn and Mackensen Ha-ve filled our cup with glory; But he who fills our platter full, His name- shall live in story"Our Zeppelins and submarines Don't stop us growing thinner; A fleet invincible, I find, Best guarantees one's dinner. How many million cursed French And English niust we shoot first Ere we can. fill our stomachs full -Of Ochsenfleisch or blutwurst? 'Tis not more victories I crave. I don't feel over bold now ; But ah, how fiercely I'd assault An aged hen or old cow!. —Robert J. Pope.
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Free Lance, Volume XVI, Issue 849, 13 October 1916, Page 22
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173A Soupcon of Nourishment. Free Lance, Volume XVI, Issue 849, 13 October 1916, Page 22
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