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ED"No'rE The children of the Top Group at P:('S'::i,c: : ; Hi.ll School in Sani:t'ancisco have been studying the American Revo:L1.;;,';iou and its heroes .They made up SO'lUe new verSeS to nYankee Doodlelfand presented them in aprogram, with the other children joining in on the chorus. They senta copy of the new verses to Pete S eger. Here they are:BEG INNINGLAFAl TTENow all these reVolutionistsLafayette cam.e in from France'Vlere very brave and trueTo help the revolutionThat t s why we stand before youHis training on the battlefieldWearing red &: wh1te &; blue'9Was quite a contribution.BEN FRAN1CLnfLafayette was b9:rn in FranceBen Franklin came from Boston townVery rich was he.He wanted to be a printerHe gave his money and his helpHis pockets were stuffed with allhis clothesAnd three rolls were his dllnnar.Ben Franklin was a. scientistHe flew a kite in lightningThe key lit up &: gave a shockThe experiment was frightening.BOSTON TEA PARTYThe tea came in from London townThe tax we \tould not payWe dressed up like an IndianAnd threw it in the bay.PATRICK HENRYGive me liberty or deathOur country mUst be freeIf we don't fight the British nowWetll hang from the nearest tree .JEFFERSON!lWe hold these truths self' evident"WroteJefferson the sequelThe Declaration says right out"All men are created equal. nBETSY ROSSBetsy Ross could cut a starWith one snip of her clippersWith thirteen stripes she madea flagh h l n oft dkink A nwVA V"".fi .,.- v . .v'tI!#.,: &. v. --.t'J:' "PAUL REVERE"Take arn'lSU the British are ontheir wayTo Concord rode RevereThe minutemen said nit theywant wa.rr o"Then let t s begin it here . JIBA S '1 D IAnd now the states are tree.VALLEY FORGEOur soldiers fought their verybestThe British troops were winningThat awful winter at ValleyForgeWascnly t'he beginning.JOHN PAUL JOlm5.tohn Paul Jones was in the warHis sailors were downheartedWhen as ked uDo you give up?UHe said uIhavenft e en started."NATHAN HALENathan Hale was hanged a spyHe never cried for motherHe,said, "If I had one morelife. .tJI'd gladly give another."And now we're free from Britishrule .We have our ConstitutionGeorge Washington was presidentHowts that for a solutionlENDAnd now our progratll f s at an endThe colonies have grownWe're 50 states both free andstrongThanks to the men we've known.On A Tree H , thecompelling song against Sout African apartheid has been recorded by the author! VanessaRedgrave, for Tppic Hecords,22 Nassington RoadlLondon NW ),England. Other side of thesingle: "Where Have All Thel'lOTE: d·Hang:LngFlowers Gone. it *10 BROADSIDE #42

POETRYSECTIO.NDear Gordon & Sis: -- Here is a little thing I vt;cote to give you anidea of how I felt when I made certain decisions and I had no onereally there to help me . Down in the finger lakes region where Iwent to school was a small depressed town too small to bo a cityand too big to disappear. Outside of it ran a track off the maineast-west l ine running south down to the lake. Nobody ever went downthere Icapt a few ot us and the railroad workers and sometimes evena few bums. When I'd get tired of hi hwinded lecture talk and lowwinded student talk tlup on the hills", .Itd walk the tracks and tryand forget the whirlwind of faces & exam-paper ideas to do some thinkin. Collectin My Thoughts Though there's nuthin really deep inthis little poem-song, it made me remember all the little times thathelped me to decide things for myself. I tried to think or a titleor somethin but the best I could como up with is what it really was reflections in the gravelLate at night I used to walk theI was sort of invisible &tracksnobody knew I waS thereexcept blowin leavesI'd walk & walk & walk scaredwhat's behind mc and scared whatts and dust.a-fore me.Then ItO. turn to the lakethat washed the gravel.o AIt was always spring down therewhile on a moonlit nightby tho lakeco ld always raceEven the rusty switches andagood five engines.dirty gravelbecamo born alive every time aI'd see color in the darkbig coal hustler hally-booed by.ahead. I'd hum a wearytune and strainUp O!:1. tho hillsmy eyasfor bettor: .: 3hlays smelt somethin dyeinGdays But the darkPeople dy1n with faces alwaysflooded in & my .s!I:.il:i.n"eyos '\Itere wateryfromstrainin.So I'd pick up & walk the tracksSct fle the graveland I know it was onlyJump tho tiescolor in my headBalance the rails,yet tho color n1"rays set metill I got tired & forgetfula-dreamin,. I dreamtabout warm waters, and sunnyof the funeral hills and everyskies and wonderin if I'dbody oarryin on.eVerget out of my ownltd sit on the Bwitchboxskulllong enough toand play with the padlockmovetothe highwayso cold and Silentplaces.I thought of tho darknessThen I breathed a longerway up front that nakedbreath as the roadits way to the coal fieldsstopped a spelland I'd forget my fear& I saw my wooan was stand1nof the big wheel-ironby her door.that might come on upHey woman!from behind and splitI shouted Hey womanlthe dark.She kept her smil1nIn thOSe days whenI said -- hey gonna let metho hills slept

1CJile you and try r nto keop you drom dyinthen I jumped in herbed and smelt herbody of a pur fumedwoman.I breathed & breatheQthe musky warmturned wet and cold in the night.I snoezednovember loaves stuffedmy nose and gravelbit my neck.I rubbed my burnlneyos dirt w1th blowin. ! ! § !: !: l::ANlakc a sni7CJ.Gdlook a tryin towarm up the place I stared & stared(feclin my pants to see ifmy legs were still there & givinmy head a long scratch) I sawthe color rise in the east.I bid the hills farewellwhere they stood -- likedarkened silhouettesof a cemetery& made my way to the hlgh aywhistlin.ERIC ANDERSENMarch 17, 196 da\V'n. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ANSWERRead Bob Dylan's lotterWhat he said was mighty fineStuff I been wantin t sayfor a long timeHe said it for all of usSh01,vod me the wayWhat he said about Pete"So hu.'!1an I could cry"Thoso were his wordsrUne would be"HeYs comfortable UBob is 'VJe'reliRe t s a saint"S1.1re isEV'erybody·s rushedRunnin' so fast they forget why'hlh'!?Funny word". " Thy'?'\rlhat i sit meanitfho 1st say?\'ihat I s the sense in beliovin.gin sonethin IIf yl donlt stand up for ityr gotta sing outSomcbody's gottaArenrt many willing anymoreBlacklist makes me sickCauses me real painI ncan itain 1 t hurtln' PeteBut I foel sorryfor those poor foolsGlued t the idiot boxT 0.:8 0 BI !!J.{')an ·tihey really digthis folk l!lu,ie sceneI mean eV6rybody on campus doesIt's in. the inNo more human peopleEverybody worried about themselVesEvorybody's runnint a mad,weird raceLast one t finish really winsI meanwhnt's this life anywayPoets say just a gatewayTo bigger n' bett0r thingsHope t Hell it ain't moreof what we been gottinftAIho t s t say01' Scratch sure got a mightyhold on usNaybe hets t say\ihat's love?1.\ feelin'Somethin' yt say or doA way '1: be11. state of mindWho I·S t say?Ignorance Shall PrevaillDown With Brotherhood!Up With Barnett And Wallace!Prejudice And Hntred!Long May They RoigntIs this the way thingsShould beAre gonna be

3?oo·c,:ry --";';:1.0 f s t -5 PYliaybe me.Haybe youMaybe JesU If He wasto come back nowHe'd be locked upPeople'd call Hima fanatic a lunatic\-/ho' s t say?vlill BrotherhoodeVer COIn"O to beFor everyoMEvorywherePoliticiansbeen sayinthat y can'tlegislateMen's heartsWf feelln,sAre they to say?Hearts reprsenta lotValentinesNI loveN' broken promisesN' memoriesNY feelingssay?God can'tlegislatemen's minds eitherHaybe His mistakewas givin usmindsWhots tOUrs "laS thinkinwith 'emTrouble isDidn't thinkdeep enoughMen too shallowLl:I.zy excavatorsThe Trouble?Whols t sayNot sure anymore\11101'0 lies Vll.lueof human soulIn ChinatovtnOn BOvleryIn the brothelsIn "hearts ofAmericans"Me It only seven-teenWhat do I knewabout lifeWho am I to say?Honey's the rootof all evilThat's what some sayAre they t say?Am I t say?I say it's the rootat many things11,Qybe the root of evilBut also root ofPovertyorOforororOfortf111iotlairesMe!:u! ybeslw.ns 'maiWto.hungersatisfactiondesire'succossOf failureWhols tsay?Bob Dylan t'll1ybePete maybe\'1ho's t say?A fe.)F partingwords isten t ev ryonet.1ive everyone achancoDo sotneth1n'Accomplish anythin'Broadside's goodGives evr,.yonea tail' dealHaybe BroadsidelstsayWhets t say?Maybe I'll writea:ainMaybe die firstOr give upin despairMaybe we'll all beblown t bitsWho's t say'?Here 1 S l-:.opin IFor the bost, that isJust remember\,/oo t s t say?EVERYBODYt "'. W. allgotta saySo . .Keep up the good work:BroadsideNt BobNt Petel,{' allot youPLE11BElThanks for givingmea chance to sayCELESTE JARRETTLETTERSDear People: -- I ,justiot to th1nk1n about somethincs atter reading #'s38 &' 39. I thought I'd .wr1te& tell you what I wasthinkln for a couple ofreasons:1. My do, 1s groovy. Buthe doesn't understandEnglish.2.To get to the nearestp rsQn Ita have to wa.lk about 4 niles and it'srainin here in Californiatoday.3. Your agazine 1s responsible for makin me thj.nkright now -- 50-0-0-0The first time 1 everheard of Bob Dylan was whenhe sang at the l.fontereyFolk Festival last year"First of all I dug hi tecause he was about theearth1estlookin guy I'i dever seen he started sin 1n in this real funky voiCGthat really turned me on --and he sang "Masters of \lIar"I could ha-rdly hear thewords (it cost .OO tosit where you could hear).

Letters -- 2. I finally got my hands on thewords to nHastcrs of War" from aSING OUT -- well, they really hitme hard and I started lookin allovor for his songs (heard a lotof people really nake nush outof them too),bought his records,and started readin everythingthat came out about hio thenI l'11et Joan Baez, and although Ihaven't oet Bob Dylan I almostfeel I know h from his writings. These people (and manyothers I'o sure) are really good,strong people.,. tiTMt betterpersons for tho young of today toadmire -- leok up to -- thenthose liko Bob &: Sonn and M lvinaR. , etc. , who speak so loudly forwhat is right & good TO BOBThere's a magazine calledHoo Qnanny that o kes like moviestars out of you and others -that aintt right, cause that'swhat keeps people from realizingyou aro ono of thoo, and then theydon't listen to what you sny -they just float away in dreams ofbeing what you re. I think it'sO.K. for l-cids toflip and stufflike that - . but when you writeletters like 1n BROJ SIDE itmakes you seea like a friend i l1keyou really want to know peop c &:love em -- nnd tho money and thefame take second place to tho person and his feelings instead ofthe other way around.Hell, I'!!l just a people, nota writor, or an artist, poet, ora MUSician, just a poople -- Isec, hear. tnste smella hurt. ike, love & hate, breathe -- and1 been doing a hell of a lotbetter job of it since I firstheard you sing tl11asters of \'!ar".R.J . G.Big SurDear Broadside: -- Hide your head-- your reference on the last pageof Broadside # 41 to what liThe\lTeavers did to Woody's '*SO Long,It t s Becn Good 70 K.nuvT YouH ,emasculating it", Gte, etc.Woody rewrote Tho Weavers' version of that song . And if anyonetakes tho troubl.e to really lookat the new lyriC, itts n prettydnnnod good one -- with justenough protest in it to markvloodyf 13 work.Bli-RRY KORNFELDDEAR SIS C mINGHAM:Got your Broadside # 38. Itool sorry for the kind of publicity Bob Dylan gets, like hewas some kind ot a freak, as henotes 1n his article. But I amglad that hore is a human beingwith the strength of characterto take it. GOOD LUCK to him.HEI BEING HEARD Patrick SkYt Peter La Farge,&: your husband hoVe sure aid thetruth about whatts going on withthe Indians. My little brothertold me something you should tellPeter La Farge -. it's Ira Hayesallover again. He was hangingnrotlnd Anadarko after dark whonthe polico picked him up . Down at;hoadquarters they asked IIh.re youpart Indian?" He sa.id, "Yos, some!'and thoy took hie off to n co110Ovor in a corner of tho co11 avoico said "You're white, aren'tyou, kid 1ftnyos."It\:lc 11, you f 11 be out of horetooorrow morning. I'n hero fertho woek.trTh voice 'WaS that of an Indian od Alfro who had beon going LPSy up nnd down the siecwalkswith his wife. Sho ,,,as in a 'cel1across the hall nnd worried in asoft 'Voice about her husband Nvbrother ga.ve Alfred a cigaretto:Alfred told oy brother that hehad a hip shot up in Italy duringWorld War II and even after thnthe went to tight in tho Pacifj.c",No,,! herG he w'as. He asked ny bro-thor to play on his harmonica. ,):My brother started to play sone ·

thing fast by Hank Willians -but he got quieter because h: sawthe whole jail was craMmed w thsleeping Indians, there on drunkeness, some of then old poople .But Alfred couldn't get to sleepbecause of his ruined hip againstthe iron bunk, and my brother wastoo nervous to sloep, so he keptplaying quietly all night . \thenhe got out that Morning he wenthome to Duncan, He had to takebaths for two days to get rid ofthe filth and bugs -- he said hemust have picked up a couple ofhundred .I hoard some tapes of LenChandler and think he is a greatgUitarist . He should.make a recordas soon as possible JOE BATEVJ111OklahomaDcaI' Friend:t'larm greotings on the kind ofmatori l being produced by yourjournr:l, the soe,gs bc ng encouraffCct nnd vou:, \;lr ters ", it 1s0."ha very gront contribution to t estruggle foI' su:cvivnl and decenthU!!lan 'Valucs.,. J'OEN BAKERDear Sis:o' . d er .-' ,,' 'R1" J.i. . " . ,.,. a.,.brOaQS1GOI CO "S1 Vol. 2 the wost moving L-Precord I have ever heard&.c dsG. O'BRIENAustraliaDear Sis & Gordon:. . I onjoy your daughterl.ggic is drawings in Broadsideas'much as I enjoy tho songs . "NATT }feG INtiScotland-- - ---- ------------ - - - Doar Sis:. . I was .!. ll:Y. ir312.T.Q,§ sed lod ththe drawings your daughter didfor liThe Times llVG RadII -- Ithink th drawings were botterth:'';!') ";;;he song .HARK SPOE1STR1 RE,CORDREVIEWThe ice broken -- but good . - byBob Dylan's successful L-P's ofhis own material, more and moretopical songs are finding theirway onto recordings nowadays Forinstance, the last few days haveseen the release of tvlO such ne,,],Tt"iJ"'T' '1''0'''l7TT-!'T"Salbums: THE·;.1l\H.1.rl '--LJ.;.lV' ',";;: TUJ.J t. i.JHY HIND· DICK Vh";.J,.\.")D lVllH .:; l';u0 tu'llPLAYS FOLK BONGS OF r {OTBST (Cap .i tol 1'2033) and PHIL DCES ALLokDeal' Editor: " ,.1 fool that Jir.Q.ads1; B&l'la(.1.s Vol I is Undoubtedly thofine r-tonical folk song albumever rc:i.cased, far suporior toPete ScogerisQg J L-P's .BOB -----To the Editors and Staff ofBROI.DSIDE: ---Best wishes for continuedsuccess with your agazinc. Ourmembers aW2it with interest thearrival of each now issuc o . GUILD OF Cfl.J:lfl.DIANF01K ARTISTS------------------------- -------T,T!:;'T""'111K' Nr I 'Tr:':THE NE\V'S THAT tS FIT TO SIlJG1\"rr: J(Elek· tra 269). Ochs, of course, hashad his so ngs in 1hLQ§ds i Y-.§;. fromaway back; we'll try to get J shDunson to \vrite a review of h sfirst L. P for our next issue . ". Interesting liner notes for theWeissman record are by Harry TUft,proprietor of the Denver FolkloreCenter. He begins his introduction:!fAll OVer the country livesare overrun by smooth youngmen on the make; by propagandacenroaigns for soapflakes, formilitary spending, against fluol'idation. Any sort of individ-

Reco a revie -- 2'uaiist is an anachrorifsm in our expanding punched card societywith zip codes, direct dialing systems, and tranquilizers. Mostof us submitpass·ively.as the 'paper vlork society adds more andmore machiner'y to 'Q.uroverburdened lives. This is one man'schallenge' to the complacent, the over-organized, the dehuoani ed" '1 4 Dick sings a nUtlber of other song1;lriters' ft.!aterail'on this L-P;Jimmy Drlftwo,?d! s tIHe Had ALong ChalnOn t 'i Da ryl Adams f. "PortlandTown u ; an abrl.dgea. version of Dylan 1 s HHard RaJ.n U But about halfthe dozen songs a.re his ovm. (one is Dick! s rewrite of Blind LemonJefferson's "Wartime Blues")His songs deal with the hard life offarmers, and miners, and the.re is a tribute :to the assa.ssinated NegroFreedom .lead.er, l1edgar Ever.Sf. S0. ngs about. Cas Tllft note. s) ". ' the. Utroubled areas of the society waive 1n.u This is Dick's first solo album; for the past three "years he has been a ' art of a. popular folkgroup, the JOURNEYMEN. He is considered one of the top 5-stringbanjo,players in the count!"? a.nd all:lost equall.ygoOd on the gUitar . Tuftis the 2nd voice on thl.S L.P, David Dyson is on bass, and on guitarsSteve Young and Frank Ham.ilton, the latter a former WEAVER and,fol"tler !2 !: !!: 2!: 2! .S ! ! 2! -Q 2! !2!'!!L h2 ! 2f . 2! .} 3: !2 .! . .41 NOTES -- IIIn the ·Plastic Jesus' Vein, here is a short song that, Ido not kno\,r the author of. I understan:d it came frot1 a church newspaper in Pennsylvania . u -- Ernie Marrs .Oa some crepe paper aoss lay an old chocolate cross,\1ith a sign: "Won 1 t you buy one or two?"On its fresh cellophane was t:p. s happy refrain:ilOnly ten cents, and 0 good for yo ! nSo please dig down and buy one todayfor it's in the Americ n way1.·.Celebrate Eastertide (it's got peanuts inside),all through Lent you'll be happy and gay .And another verse for "Plastle Jesus" ,from Hike hclnerney who runsa nranzine tl on N. Y.·s L01J-ler East Side:I don't care if it rains or poursLong as rtm not caught outdoorsRidin' on the rooftop of y car!Mikels latest cOr!!pil!""ation of tlSongsFor Any Occasion u (No. 2 of1'lunbe OU ) carries this series of slogans: GOLDt1ATER IN 64, HOT\lATERIN b5, BREAD 'N vlATER U 66. .John Brunner writes froll London a good Fj?eneh translation of BobDylan is liB lO'Win f In The lfind U bas nO\ 1 been recorded:.!!Eh bien Don fot, ecoute dans 1e. vent,Ecouto 1a response dans Ie vent! nJULIUS LESTER, \.;ho has had several articles on Negro Freedom Songs inBroad§j.qg, Will. give a concert. '. "American. Ne. gro Songs-- Secular &:Religious n , Sat. April 25,1964, at KOSSUTH &\LL, 346 . East 69 St.,New York City ( 8: 30 P . 1"1. . . all tickets 2) .BROkDSIDE P OeBoX i93, Cathedral Sta., New York, N . Y . 10025. Con- .tents copyrighted, 1964, by Broadside lvIagazine,. Editor: Sis Cunning .hane Contr Eds : Len Chandl r, Gil Turner, Bob Dylan, Peter La Farge,Phil Oehs, Josh Dlh son. Advisory: Pete Seoger. Broadsidets specialty Topical Songs; cones out about twice a :lonth; rates are: 1 year, 5 (22 issues); Trial subs, 1 . 50 (5 issues) . Back copies, 35 each .

R On the South Pacific Islands NEW YORK POST, and the Two Jima sands 'LaleIY11iITomb-;' wel'edrof;I 'bymi',rwke We raised the flag of freedom on a Cambudifln village. Th ,,V were inh'nfif'd i(Ii over many distant lallds at South Vietnamese village. That v.i(!uld h; h' belm tIll right. And every tL'lle I killed a man "-',hicse b-;;mbS'are-Jncendlary, nnpslm, gasoline'