Volume 148 — THE KEEP-IT-DARK CITY.

I am told that few exploits are finer Than a battle our Blankshires have won, So bring me The Michigan Miner, For I'm anxious to read how 'twas done; If The Miner's not easy to hit on, Get The Maryland Trumpet; it treats Of a story that's kept, to the Briton, As dark as the Westminster streets! As our soldiers from north of the Border Some vital positions have stormed, Put The Oregon Message on order To keep me completely informed! One moment! I've just heard a rumour That the Germans' whole front has been cleft— Quick! Rush for The Tennessee Boomer; Heaven grant that a copy is left! Each day in this keep-it-dark city, Officials, to us, seem unkind To censor such news without pity, But, of course, they've an object in mind; For a man, when his spirits touch zero Through a natural yearning for facts, Will enlist, and himself be a hero Where no one can censor his ACTS!