Following the lead of the "Veterans of Future Wars," a group of Vassar students have banded together to form the "Gold Star Mothers of Future Wars" and are demanding a trip to France to see the future graves of their unborn sons. --NEWS ITEM

"Where are you going, my Vassarette?

To Belleau Wood or the Fleuve Oette?

On this sunny morning, blithe and free,

To St. Mihiel or Lassigny?"

"To Flander's Field's, good sir, I'm bound,

To get my fill of the hallowed ground,

Where the crosses glimmer row on row,

With a ha-cha-cha and a hi-de-ho!"

"And why are you going, Vassar maid,

To Cambrai's gloom and Argonne's shade?

Where the star of Pershing rose and glittered,

On fields with men and shrapnel littered?"

"I'm going to dance the Daisy Chain

In the Saargebiet and Alsace-Lorraine.

I'll get my debt paid bright and early,

At Vimy Ridge, Verdun, and Neuilly:"

"Whence comes this debt of which you prattle?

In northern France there is no battle.

Just go and see; you'll not deny it,

On the Wesetrn Front all's very quiet."

"On other fronts things have been popping.

Munitions stocks have not been dropping.

Zaharoff's guns, if we're not wary,

Will blast us yet at Chateau-Thierry."

"Yet, why should you, Poughkeepsie lady,

Look so sad and talk so shady?

What is here to send you packing,

At Eden's frown and Flandin's cracking?"

"I much prefer while young and free

To make my pilgrimage to Briey,

To weep at Leus, though it sound silly,

And pay last homage to Chantilly.

The witches begin their dance of death,

While Europe watches with bated breath.

The clouds of smoke rise ever higher,

And where there's smoke, there's always fire!"