At a Roosevelt rally in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall last week, Irving Berlin stood up on the stage and croaked his latest song. He had left countless doughboys roaring it on his recent U.S.O. trip to Italy, was still adding stanzas by the dozen. Excerpt:
What are we gonna do with all the jeeps? Thinking about the jeeps gives us the creeps. What'll the army do with all our old mess kits? How will you squeeze your foot into a shoe that fits? What are we gonna do with all the bars, All of the leaves, the eagles and...
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