Object ID: WV0122.4.024
Description: Transcription of a song or poem about the reputation of the WAC, from 12 May 1943.
Creator: Catherine Katopes
Catherine G. Katopes (1912-1979) served in the Women's Army Auxiliary Corps and the Women's Army Corps from 1942 to late 1945.
Collection: Catherine G. Katopes Papers
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The following written by Ernest Richardson 5/12/43, Or at least so we assume.
Buzz-Buzz-Buzz-Buzz--- Yes, Brother, sure I've heard- All your filthy rumors- And I don't believe a word.
Yes, I know, you know a friend, Who got it from another Who knew someone, who knew a WAAC, Who was about to become a Mother.
Always be sure of your target, Bud, Before you start to shoot- Don't give American Barracks the name As homes of ill-repute.
Just who are these harlots? These women without shame? Well, listen to me, Mister and I'll proudly tell their names
They're my Mother and my Sister, My girlfriend and my wife. The kind of American women I've respected all my life.
She's the next door neighbor's daughter, She's the girl from down the street, She's the cream of American girlhood, And by God, she can't be beat.
I won't say they're all perfect; There may be things that you can't condone. But he who's sinless among us, Let that fellow throw the stone
And if sometime their conduct Isn't all your fancy points, Would you want girls on the firing line To act as plaster saints.
Would you put 'em in a prison Where they'd never have fun? Would you put 'em in a convent As they do a holy nun?
Sure go on and spread your filth< With your smirking silly smile. Then click your heels together And give a Nazi “Heil”.