Worth It By Doc Towne Co.
615, Estacada,OR
My hands are sore an’ blistered,boys, My bones are full
of aches; My elbow joints, they make a noise Like an ungreased windmill makes.
How
come? I been a choppin’ trees A-hewin logs and such; The kind of work that pleases A C.C.C.very
much.
I’ve got as bunk and windows, too, With one that’s set just right; For
us to watch the moon rise When work is through the night.
That ax has sure wore out my
hand, But, boys, my heart ain’t sore; I’ll stand her there to meet me Just out the
bunkhouse door.
But I’ve been just the same, An’
up Clackamas Valley Draw; Now stands Company 615 Best of them all. Happy Days September
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WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN (To Mr. Roosevelt) By Raymond Kraus Co. 1232, Olympia, W A
pauper’s life we may have led. And we died revolting for our bread; We might have shed each other’s blood. And we died face done in the mud. But all because we have this man, Whose only words are there: “I can!” Our nation shall evolve on high, And we shall have a brighter sky. He gave to us the chance to say, I’ve earned my bread and keep today, The chance to smile, to toil, to sweat, This damn depression this forget.
Happy Days, November 3, 1934 (National newspaper of the CCC, Washington, D.C.)
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