THE STOLEN CAP!(By John B. Cable*) lt;«»---A bad boy stole u cap one day; it chanced to be the devils crown;It really sparkled with the gems which “culture” claimed with deep renownWere set in that peculiar way lor recognition in a linePronounced indeed and to its power, the world should bow in coming time.While the satanie majesty still wore the cap 'twas plain to seeIt meant no more; it meant no less than what is looked for on a treeBy which the name is always known; sunkissed perhaps it may appear.But strange to say in this one case the culprit proved a choice veneer.The wearer of this crown-set husk, was idolized by those who readHis books and teachings and the stuff to fill an egotistic head.The Fatherland the book was called, the Central Empire and the toneLed every subject to believe that William's place was on the throne.So through the cannon he would speak to all the world about his - right;To England. France and Europes’ powers; the Yankees then were not in sight;Would banquet soon his noble hosts in lovely Paris and bestowThe wealth and honored name of France, tho hearts were broke and blood should flow.A gem escaped the wearer's cap; it fell upon tho blood-swept ground;The banquet never came to hand; the “dish” was crow, it went aroundAmong the vampires, as they proved; the blades of steel refused a passTo subjects'of the Fatherland; who fought like demons and with gas.The Yankee looked with anxious eye, across the ocean deep and wide;Beneath, he knew were U-boats great; they, even could not stem the tide.For JUSTICE was the NOBLE cry that lived in hearts of boys and menWhich Uncle Sam had Nobly taught; results are scarce what might ha ve been;The tide has turned; the boys arether. of them we righteously are fond.And we may prove it if we will, and measure up; BUY A BOND.Warren, Pa.Oct. 14, ISIS.