/-*h ^iiiiB:ii6Iiil w RAPE of the BELGIANS OK T'-. EEINCAENATION OF ROMULUS AFTER 2.500 YEARS v/itli Explanatory Sketch cf Axir^^irMT T7/"^^.tA^T i-jiq-tor^/ also NEW WAR SONGS OTHER POEMS Copyright l&Ig by W. E. Smith, Myrtle Point, Oregon Southsna Cogs County A.merican Presses L:!i/rtle t'oint-, Orason ^ 6*t ! >Vhile o'er Belgium her fact'ries spread: With design, deep — foul as Iscariot's — .Thus four. dati oris for great giiBs she placed; CommaDdi^jg positions strengthened, IJrider white flag of business — peace. "■• ■ Romijins gained his end by deceit ; If^nd deceit enabled the H'lin ' ' To perfect his plans for rape of world ; Would out" rape the rape of Sabines. A system^ of spies he created While outward at peace with the world, Commissioned to warlike sabotage • Yet long before war was declared. The Belgians, a peace loYii:g nation, OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS lllIlt!l!!l![|llII!!!!i:;il'llliIii1iIlllII!!l!ilIlil!!;(il!l{l!!l!!itl!Hli!l!l!H Like a child in it's mother's arrn^. Suspected no wrong of their neighbor — Thot his interests also their own. The king and his court were rejoicing — The peC'ple, with laughter and song Recounted the year's many blessings, Tho the 5^ear was yet far from gone. A bountiful harvest in sight — Their storehouses full — running over — Mills and factories all running full time — All classes contented with life. THE RE-INCARNATION Until Romulus, ancient Roman, Whose spirit for two-thousand years Released from, a m-.umtmified body Had sought thru the earth all in vain For a human, with bestial nature, Pa ore Tweatv Three- THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS IfHIHitttttlltltttllllliillliHIIII^ Egotistical, self supreme — One sired by wolf-hour.d, hungry and gaunt ; Damm'ed by witch from the depths of Hell ; Nurtured and suckled on breasts of hate; jWith no love in his heart at all For God, nor man, nor country, nor home; [Who'd make the world tremble in fear, !At last had found, after many years, Human monster to fill the bill, "Wfhose ancestors fought 'round the hills of Eom^e 3VhiIe the Romans raped the Sabines. THE ARRAIGNMENT > . ^ - Thus hist'ry doth but repeat itself, : Tor spirit of Romulus found Creature at last his purpose to serve, Eut exceeding his v^ildest dreams. 3^0 that body his spirit gave life, -.--^ Page Twenty Four .:.-.... ^^_,..^^ OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS «;illi!IJlll)IIllll!lllilillilil)ll«llllllllllllllllllll!ll!)Hlitlllllll'llll"lll"'l»ll"^ And it waxed both cruel and strong, Till it's pulse today world 'round is felt And Satan 's ashamed of his own. The Sabine Women were raped, 'tis true, But with a high purpose 'twas done— They were given homes — made honored wives And their children nutured with care, Lest the race should die and pow'r of Rome Should mi an untimely grave. Could Romulus now see work he's wrought, His bones would turn o'er in the tomb. « * * * ' THE CHARGE Ne'er yet had the Belgians so prospered ; Ne'er yet had their cup been so full ; At peace with the world as a nation; Well content with the blessings they had. They honored King Albert, who ruled ihem Page Twenty Five-- ^. ..-TEE RAPS OF T H E B E L G I A I^^ S liOJilio: • . . --. . :. '^^ ' '■■" ^:i;ii;;;i;i!!iiiii!i!iit And loved both their home and their flag. Nor sought they to wrong each the other ; They dream'd of nor conquest nor war; ■•They followed the arts of the peaceful, Yet wisely were always prepared To resist an hostile invasion — Each man was a soldier well trained. Tho fear of invasion they knew not, ■§ With natioiis on all sides they'd mads A peace pact — a promise — a treaty, That neutral they'd always remain *; No matter what struggles around them Were brot by the passing of time. But sudden their bright sky was clouded By Satan's ov/n spawn in the flesh. The treaties he called ''scraps of paper'^ — They must forfeit honor or fight. JSfor waited he yet on their ansv/er — .. Page Twenty Six CRTHEEEII::' "" F EOMULUS i;ii!inii!!i:iiii!iii:!i!H:!n!ii!fiHiiiiii!!!!i!i!!i:!i;i::;:i;;i!!^^ This "ten horn-ed beast" from "the book/^ But quickly his armies' threw forward — ^nies opened the -gates from inside — . :A not only soldiers he slaughtered, He wrought -the unpard'nable sin;- Blasphemed he the Holy of HoMes, Saying "God 's his partner'' in crime. Fathers he tore from their famille? — Deported to slave f cr the ITim ; Children he 's torn from tbe mother's breast — A poor mangled bod3/ cast back; Sacred motherhood, heavy with child Foul fiends have ripp'd up with a laugh Lest they bear ^ons this outrage who 'd 'venge Of their land, their parents and homjes. Nor stopped they at all at these horrors; Slimy spawn of Hell's foulest of fiends — The3^ ravished the land's fairest maidens — Pa,'3:s Twenty Seve^.i ; THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS -ji!i!miH}iHiiiiiiiM!HH}ffi}wiiiKiHiimn?iii{nniiiiiiiiiiiiii!ifiitn Not one man, but whole compauies — corps. Into front line trenches they took them^ — Chaine.d there, for brutes' use at their will, 'Neath shrieks and shells, shrapnel and wounded — Mad with lust — excess knew no bounds. Hell's outpouring years has continued. 'The beast/' in the form of a man, Has not only i*avished the maidens ; Ripp'd up mothers heavy v/ith child; Maimed and murdered innocent children; Burned cities; has razed temples old; Sunk hospital ships; fired on Red Cross; Crucifiction's torture revived; Sunk passenger ships without warning; From air bombed unfortified towns; Liquid fire, poison gas — there's naught left Of horror that He has not used — '^itch cauldron and Hell, both he's gutted; -i Page Twenty Eight OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS }»»{nttin(ittiunt!ititntttttnRntttiitttttuinutuitiu[itt!utiitttu^ The wrath of them both he has spent. He'd lower the status of women To brood stock, for sons they can raise; His officers licensed as stud stock — Sent them forth o'er the country to breed; All women they reach to impregnate With spawn of his Devil's own brood. t A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE But one thing this fiend m^ost Satanic In looks and in actions as well, H^as forgot, in his scheme so Hellish — ; Twill prove his undoing at last ; Forgot that the hard of the mkDther, While rocking the cradle all day, ' Molds the mind as well as the body; That children begotten of slaves Will in time master's strength far outgrow. Thus builds he but to his undoing; f Page Twenty Nine ,=■ THE ' -F. .\ P F OF T I- 1 E ' BE L-"C- " A " N R' ' _ iiiljIiiliiiilijJil'lUJIiiijj:;.. ■ ■ ,' " Eliispheniii^g- alike Gcd and man. "5 of wrath Ms foundation: r:.o j-i Q^ics to the depth;^ hell return, "T •-;iing the words of the prophet — ' ^ t tliou snwest was, sjnd is not- — " "Tiia CUT) &he hath filled, to ber double—" TVe'll measore-it full to the brim. THE MESOLUTION The whole world is fighting for fre'cdom' From throttling grasp of the Kun — Ail earth's manhood, stung into action, Na'er can 'venge the nioans that were wrung From; poor Belgium's Women and children, Say nothing of Italy, France, Ericain, Russia, of our own country, Japan or the rest of the world. His spies have infested all Russia; Paire Tn! rtv OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS They've evei] got over in France, While here in our midst they are thicker Than v-;e have idea as yet. The havG€ they'd wreak on our ccuntiy, Once dyJ the mastery gain, 'Would make rape of France aiid of Eelgium, €t even the history of Rome, Fade av^'ay until they were nothing; ^Two^ld quick ©I the woiM END THIS AGE. So shouJdrr to' shoulder we'll march on ''Till '*bea,st with ten horns" is destroyed; ''Till the wor-d 's safe once more to live m; *TiH right ,^hall be stronger than might; ''Tiil honor of women 's respected ; ; 'Till "Kiiltiir*' FiO longer doth thrive . Untfl Belgram's honor ^s rewarded — Her martyrdom saved the whole world — We can r.ot rheathe the swcid with honor; Fa-rs Tliirty One THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS li!!l!illlljllll!ii!iili!l!lli!lll!llllil]llll]llll!!llllllllllllll)lt!1ll!lllllllill^ 'Thout honor 'twere better to die. For, ''honor thj^ father and mother/' We could not obey and hang back ; 'Twould be our wives, daughters and sweethearts The Hun would be ravishing next ; Oor children the brutes would be maiming; Our mothers when heavy with child Foul fiends Would rip up lest they bear sons; Our cities they'd raze to the ground. So let there be never a slacker 'Neatli flag of the ''Hoir^e of the Fi-ee.'^ V/e'll fight, to the last man and dollar. And DIE, 'ere to Hun v/e'll submit, SUBMISSION DEFINED To submit meaas civilization Goes backward for thousands of years. To time Ancient Rome was founded, ■ • When ''Romulus raped the Sabines." Page Thirty Two OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 1llllllllllllillllllllllillllllillililllilllllllllllllillllllllllllllllliillllIII[||l!IIIIIIIIIIH We'd return to the middle ages; Christianity quick would fade, And ambition of ancient Roman To be "RomMlus, King o' th' World," 'Tho he lived two lives to encompass. Would ring down the halls of all time As fruited long after the blossom Had lost both its beauty and strength. Thus words of the prophesy spoken By St. John the Baptist, of old. Are brot to our minds fresher daily, And ''Romulus liveth again." Tho of old he raped neighbor womien, That Rome m^ight continue to live, He 's re-incarnated much bolder — He would rape the whole world today. But think not 'tis the German people — With blonde hair, blue eyes, tender, true, Pcge Thirty Three THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS ltin!ltEI[[!i[[[E[!f!lllf|[illlilll!l[llilil!!!li!!i!l[il!!:iiu^ That thus we are boldly accusing ; 'Tis but the unspeakable HUN ! The Prussian, whose lust for world power, So he doth accomplish his end, €ounts not human life, human suffering — Recks not of the ruin he's wrought. J THE SENTENCE Tis he and his horde of whoremongers ^'O'er whom vials of wrath shall pour" 'Till not one lone man is left living; *His seed shall be utterly lost;" But hold! mere death is too mild a form Hun's horrible sins to requite; A LIVING DEATH is more fitting way To repay his horrible crimes — Example set, lest in future years, , Page Thirty Four OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS^ 1ll!illll!ll!!tt;iltlll!t!!!!!!lililliilillllllllllin!llliiilll!i!l!!nilllllllllllllllllliil!!^^ When the world is peaceful again, Another fiend spewed from, won^b of Hell, Should prove to his spirit contain. ^'^ Tho ''all his seed shall utterly die," . \ , Let his fate a warning still sound, -^.^ Lest spirit seek to return again And still greater horrors commit. :^j Let him live, but live as an eunuch, ? " Unsexed and unhonored of m.en — ^ Tho mingling freely among them. Despised by the women^ — not feared; Thus only let these fiendish monsters Allowed be on earth to remain. Page Thirty Five NEW WAR SONGS AND OTHER POEMS MARCHING ON TO BERLIN! f (Tune — Tramp, Tramp, Tramp) I i Now the cruel war is on Arid it never will be done While a German flag is flaunted to the breeze; For the Kaiser's haughty boast, And his mighty, well trained host — Their unv/arlike acts our blocd did fairly freeze; So we're — Chorus ; Marching, Marching on to Berlin, Cheering as we swing along; And beneath the Allies' flags — Even tho they're shot to rags — We will face the German cannon with a song. NEW; Wi A R SONGS iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnniiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ II Bear and Lion side by side With the Cock now proudly stride As they march the Belgians cruel wrongs to right; Italy the land of song Also helps undo the wrong Even Uncle Samj at last is forced to fight. : | So we're — Chorus III Now that Uncle Sam's gone in Germans sure can never win Little Cuba, too wlill try to do her share ; And the war ntad Beast at last Will find that he's hard and fast In the clutches of an angry grizzly bear. So then — ! ; Page Forty £. ■....,.. •■Vvi;:^-;^:-;' AND OTHER POEMS niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiH Second Chorus I List, list, list, the boys are marching ' Cheer up comrades, here we come Uncle Sam could stand no mpre Now we'll even up the score Soon we'll whip the Kaiser and be march- ing home. IV From far India's coral strand; FYom Autralia's distant land; ?'rom Ireland, Scotland, Wales the Shetlands, too; From Afric's southern zone; From the Yukon's northern home ; Prom New Zealand and all Canada, they flew!. And they're First Chorus VIII While our brave boys go to war We at home will do our share — Page Forty One N E W Vv! A R SONGS ■ll!!lll!!!!ll![lllill!!l[!;iii::il!li;i!!!!l!i;ii[;l!lliH;i!;iiii:il^ V Now the Eagle side by side With the Cock doth proudly stride, And they soon the Belgians cruel wrongs will right t 'Till when at last the war is done And the last fierce battle w^on, The Prussians' sun will sink clear out of sight. So then— : Second Chorus VI From the distant Phillipines, From Alaska's golden mines, From the Virgin Isles and even Panama ; From the North and from the South, East and ¥/est, there 's but one mouth — Woodrow Wilson speaks — the whole world cries-. ''Hurrah !" So then Chorus Pa^e Forty Two AND OTHER POEMS ntlttiiitll![tt[nt[lttllillllt[lilllll[itll!tlll!!l!!I[||l!llli!lli![[iliiilililll^ VII When at last the tyrant 's crushed, ,,:i And the battle's roar is hushed, And no German flag insults the morning air; May they then march home once more. Nevermore to go to war — .And the sun of "World Peace" rise, both bright and fair. For we're Chorus So then Second Chorus NOTE — ISiibstit\:te the vrords "They're" and ''They" fc-r the words '''W';e're" and ''W-e'' in the cherts of the third and fourth verses, singing a triple choiiis on the last verse. Ccpyiight, Canada, 1914, >y W. R. Smith. Registered, Stationer's Kail, Lcndcn, E. S., 1914. Canadian and British Copyrights do not cover verses 3, 5, 6, 7. Additional vei'se to be used as desired. Page Forty Three NEW WAR SONGS ItlllUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIllilllilillllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllilllllllillllllillllllllllllllilllillllllilH^ We'll protect them with a breastwork made of goldjj When he hears our money holler; Both the rich and poor man's dollar; Kaiser Bill will wish he had not been so bold. For we're Third Chorus * - 1 Marching, m;arching on to Berlin; 1 Men and money side by side. Full one hundred milion strong, Backed by Hundred-Billion Long, i Soon upon the fence will hang the Kaiser's hide. IX For the banner of the free — Honor'd flag of Liberty — We will raise an Hundred Billion, if need be To protect our fathers, sons. Who go forth to fight the Huns — Page Forty Four .u:..„ AND OTHER POEMS «iiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"iiiii"iii""""»n"ii"^ Gladly loan our dollars, all, for Liberty. For they're Chorus Marching, marching on to Berlin ; For their hom h other's eyes, To see if each felt the shod". The m;an of the race ur "ustly despised Sure read them a lesson th t day- While som.e just gasped at t -e horrors of war That so blackly loom.ed o'er the sky ; Mutt'rings arose in the crc" 'd here and there, And some look'd at him w' h contempt, As tho to be here they'd ay stion his right — For was not his **a race des- Ised" — But first to find voice in th> b mutt'ring throng, Page Seventy Thiee NEW WAR SONGS *lli!lllllllil!ll!l!lll!lil[|l!llli;il![lliliiltillilli!llltll!!il!ii!lillil Was the JeWs — and he thrilled them all. **rm a Jev/," he said, ''but if Uncle Sam *'Is in need of men today, *'I am ready to go and do my part ''Neath the flag of the Stripes and Stars. ''When I came to your country, sore oppressed, ''With little of worldly goods, *'I was given shelter and wealth have gained, "And 'this is MY COUNTRY NOW!'" Men iook'd in awed silence to see who spoke — Then looked in each others' eyes — Then looked again, but he'd slipp'd away 'Midst the gath'ring throng that sought, In awe stricken silence, some scrap of news That would clear their minds of doubt. This may not be m|Uch, but it goes to show That we're all Americans here. Whether Gentile or Jew, Italian, Dutch, Norwegian or Swede, French descent. Page Seventy Four AND OTHER POEMS Flag we've adopted — has adopted us — We're now men of One Race — ONE FLAG. So no longer look down on one who speaks With accent that tells of his birth ; For all of us sprung at no ancient date, From some of those same foreign lands. We're men of one country — men of one flag — No matter from whence we have sprung ; If each does his duty well as that Jew, His birth makes no difference here. We're all of us nephews of Uncle Sam If we're loyai to flag that waves Round the world today, the emblem of truth, Of honor, to shelter oppress'd. 'Neath oppression's dark sway that flag was born ; For honor and justice today It waves 'round th' world — where're you were born, Asks but that true MAN you remain. So whether you're Greek, Turk, Egyptian, Dutch, Page Seventy Five NEW WAR SONGS 'qillllllllllllllllllllllllli;il!l!llllllllllllllllllll!llllllllllll!ll!I!;illlllllllllllil!H^ Scotch, Irish, Norwegian or Swede, It isn't the place you were born that counts, Or what your ancestry has been: Long as we're MEN in true sene of the word, We're all of us SONS OF ONE FLAG ! Page Seventy Six YOUR STATE AND xMINE— OUR OREGON Copyright 1917 by W. R. Smith, Myrtle Point, Oregon Our country calls for men to fight; To help maintain the truth and right; To keep her banner on the seas, And bring the Kaiser to his knees; And we who live in Oregon, 'Midst roses fair to look upon — We'll help maintain that State's fair name — Enroll a list that brooks no shame. With men enlisted to excess In each line country calls, I guess AND OTHER POEMS illlllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllliiillllllllllll^ The next best thing for us to do Would be to buy a bond or two ; Help swell the fund for Liberty; Help make our State a rarity. So men we sent and bonds we bought — Far more than '"Uncle" said we ought. Hjark ! There's a cry for Red Cross aid ; To suffering ease, when blood has paid The price of honor on the field Until the Kaiser's forced to yield. Tho men we've sent — tho bonds we've bought — Far more than "Uncle" said we ought, Old Oregon still holds her lead And always will, in time of need. Then here's a ho for Oregon! Whose men and money forth have gone Page Seventy Eight j NEW WAR SONGS lllllllllilillllllilllllllilllllll!lilll!llllllllll!i!Illlllllllllllil!l!IIIIilllllH With willing hearts — from cheerful hands — To fight the foe in foreign lands. To ease the wounded soldier's pain A Red Cross nurse — 'thout thot of gain We've help'd equip — we'll help maintain Until our boys come back again — To Oregon — their Oregon — Your State— and m^ine— OUR OREGON—- Nor yet forget the ones who've gone For Stars and Stripes — and Oregon. Page Seventy Nine