Hollywood during World War ll.

What an entirely different kind of brew

Of manly men and women with courage.

You couldn't stop or even discourage

A Dietrich, with a Nazi price on her head,

From joining Bob Hope and others who led

The way overseas to entertain gals and guys

Who were the real stars in celebrities' eyes.

Carole Landis, Frances Langford never seemed to mind

That they traveled in danger and left glamour behind.

Over enemy skies Jimmy Stewart flew.

Volunteers Tyrone Power and Clark Gable knew

Their fame and fortunes would soon go under

If the Axis forces were allowed to plunder

The country they loved, that had given them fame.

Bette Davis, Joan Crawford got in on the game

With the Hollywood Canteen where the lonely could take

A much needed respite, a well deserved break

From the fears that they faced or were just back from.

Lana Turner scrubbed dishes.  Lorraine Day would come

To serve hot coffee.  Hedy Lamarr passed around

Warm smiles and comfort.  Tired hearts would rebound.

Producers and Directors rose to the occasion

To  reassure us our homes were safe from invasion

When we had no idea what the end would be,

When we weren't at all certain of victory.

And Hollywood now, when we should all be embarrassed

By squirrel—brained celebrities who have badgered and harassed

The strong and the brave who give the best they can

To safeguard the freedoms of every pathetic unman

And unwoman who manufacture all the tears they can crank

As they mince and they smirk on their way to the bank.

Mimi Evans Winship    10 30 06

Hat tip: Jack Kemp