. Ellington 1918. The Hangar Men We do not jazz no ship an zoom er up in air, Or shoot no town ajar, nor bang things up for fair; We dont wipe out no columns of men in mountain slips— Tho we does a lot of wipin, it is mostly on the ships. We get em when theyre muddv and plastered down with greaseAn we shine em up like glory cause its mighty hard to pleaseThe bally old inspector when he trains his bloody eyeTo find a tiny speck of dirt, or find a wing awry. We fill em up with gasoline and drain the dirty oil;We see that all the wings are on and fix the aerofoil;We polish up the things until we
. Ellington 1918. The Hangar Men We do not jazz no ship an zoom er up in air, Or shoot no town ajar, nor bang things up for fair; We dont wipe out no columns of men in mountain slips— Tho we does a lot of wipin, it is mostly on the ships. We get em when theyre muddv and plastered down with greaseAn we shine em up like glory cause its mighty hard to pleaseThe bally old inspector when he trains his bloody eyeTo find a tiny speck of dirt, or find a wing awry. We fill em up with gasoline and drain the dirty oil;We see that all the wings are on and fix the aerofoil;We polish up the things until we got the bust our heads and finger nails a tending to our biz. Though we tighten the propellors, and we mend a billion never reach the hero stage, us birds what wipes the folks may greet the guy who flies with nods and smilin lips,But who in hell can see the bird whats always wipin ships? Page 37] [ ELLINGTON FIELD—1918. Aerial Ambulance Ready to Return WithInjured Flyer ELLINGTON FIELD—1918] [ Page 38 . Ill IIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1 him 1111 in i mi miiii i i mi i i i ,11 iiiii nil I nil till mil till i i iii i mi mil i mi ii i i mini i mi n till nn mil i mi i mil OH! I HOPE I GO AWAY » j s mini in i iiiiinii iiiii iiiiiiiini < iiiiiinii iiiiiinii By W. J. GOEFFREY n i i nun iiiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiinniiinii inmiui niiiiiiiinmu PhotoDetachment By the old decrepit railroad, lookin longin toward the sea,Theres a flyin field a settin, where I know I shouldnt the wind is from the northward and its murmur seems to say,Come you back into the homeland, pack your bag and come today. Pack your bag and come today To your home so far away, Where there aint no regulations, bout the way you work or play. Oh, I hope that I dont stay, Where the creepin lizards play, An the horned toads box mosquitoes, just to pass the time away. Its general tone is whitish, and where theres weeds its green,But its st
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