He came and spluttered it all out to me afterwards, concluding with “I der-didn’t let the ker-company down this time, Sir, der-did I?” and evidently expected a pat on the back for it.
Teams of infuriated artillery horses wouldn’t drag from me whether he got it or not, but from that day to this he has never looked back. Indeed he has begun to take a pride in his personal appearance and general smartness. I met him yesterday wearing a smile like a slice of melon and with his boots, and buttons glistening in the sunshine.
“The General came through to-day, Sir,” he said, beaming, “and he her-had a pup-pass all right;” and he strutted on, making strange noises in his throat, which I understand is the Yiddish for being pleased with yourself.
L.
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[Illustration: Alf. “AIN’T YOU GOIN’ TO EAT ANYFINK, ’ERBERT?”
’Erbert (four years in France). “WELL, MY OLD FAM AIN’T TURNED UP WITH MY BIT OF DAYJERNY.”]
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[Illustration: Visitor to devastated area. “JOHN CHINAMAN LIKEE MUCHEE DLESSEE ALLEE SAMEE ENGLISH SOLDIER.”
Chinese Ganger. “WELL, SIR, I DON’T CONCERN MYSELF MUCH ABOUT UNIFORM. ACTUALLY I’M A JOURNALIST AND ONLY CAME OUT HERE FOR THE EXPERIENCE.”]
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“General wanted; small
family; cook wept; wages
L18-L20.”—Local
Paper.
We confess we should like to know the cause of cook’s affliction. Was it jealousy, or onions?
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TO CHLOE, CAUGHT SPRING-CLEANING.
Now wherefore should you be dismayed
And in confusion fall,
Because I spied on you arrayed
In cap and overall,
And saw you for a moment stand
Clenching a duster in your hand?
The morning ardour of your face
Was like a summer rose;
One sooty smudge but seemed to grace
The challenge of your nose;
The gaudy thing that hid your hair
Performed its office with an air.
There is a time for stately tire,
For frills and furbelows,
When dainty humours should inspire
Such vanities as those;
So for stern hours of high intent
Behoves a fit habiliment.
Did not those gallants win our pride
And heroes stand revealed,
Who flung their fineries aside
For fashions of the field?
I, who have known campaigning too,
Salute a kindred soul in you.
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THE OVERLAND ROUTE.
“H.M.S. New Zealand,
with Admiral Jellicoe on board,
arrived at Bombay on March
14, and left for Delhi on
the 15th.”—Scots
Paper.
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