THE SALVATION ARMY WITH THE A. E. F.

You kept no roped-off rows of chairs

Or clubs “For Officers Only,”

But you toiled for John Doe when he was

Cold, tired, wet and lonely.

You did n't squander millions

On soldiers warming benches,

But you worked like blazes for the ones

That frequented the trenches.

You did n't stick to cast-iron rules

Of business most punctilious,

And you never treated Private Doe

With manner supercilious.

You had no boundless backing —

But just inside your doors

It seemed like, “Feel to home, Bill —

Sit down, the place is yours.”

Some things we fain remember —

Some things we fain forget —

But you, oh kindly people,

Live in our memory yet.