Description:
Two color greeting postcard with poem about Battle Creek on the front.
Caption on front: IN BATTLE CREEK
They say that we are dead
In Battle Creek.
At nine o'lock we to go bed
In Battle Creek.
That there is not place to dine,
Or to have a quiet time,
And we don't drink beer or wine
In Battle Creek.
But, my boy, I've done the line
In Battle Creek.
Bet your life that I got mine
In Battle Creek.
All the girls are mighty fine,
And when it come to drinking wine
That is where the dear ones shine
In Battle Creek.
Autos running to and fro
In Battle Creek.
Out to Gougac Lake they all go
In Battle Creek.
Life you'll find is just a song,
Nights too short and days too long
Boys and girls one merry throng,
In Battle Creek.
At the best hotel we dine
In Battle Creek.
Nothing goes with us but wine
In Battle Creek.
Our dear girlies looking prime,
Always ready for a time,
None on earth are just as fine,
In Battle Creek.
And the married ladies too,
In Battle Creek.
To their husbands all are true
In Battle Creek.
With no other man they'll go;
Always talk and act just so;
Never naughty, Oh! No! No!
In Battle Creek.
And when the lights are burning red
In Battle Creek.
When you think they're all in bed
In Battle Creek.
All the sights I'd hate to tell,
But you'll find we're going well;
For a dead town this beats hell,
In Battle Creek.
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