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146 THE WRIST WATCH MAN

By permission of the author and the publishers, The Reilly & Britton Co., Chicago

He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,

His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.

He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan,

And the chap that we are backing is the Wrist Watch Man.

He's no parlor dude, a-prancing, he's no puny pacifist,

And it's not for affectation, there's a watch upon his wrist.

He's a fine two-fisted scrapper, he is pure American,

And the backbone of the nation is the Wrist Watch Man.

He is marching with a rifle, he is digging in a trench,

He is swapping English phrases with a poilu for his French;

You will find him in the navy doing anything he can,

For at every post of duty is the Wrist Watch Man.