When squadron, square,
We’ll all be there,
To meet the French in the morning!’
How’s that for local colour. Is there a Fifth Brigade in to-morrow’s show? They’d like that.”
“I bet they wouldn’t. Anyhow, it’s silly to repeat things against the French.”
“Man, it’s a hundred years old.”
“Like my uncle’s brandy.”
“You and your uncle!”
“I had an uncle once who had some brandy. It was called ‘Napoleon,’ and was supposed to date from 1815. When he opened it, it was gone!”
“There you are. That’s your materialism. But you can sing a song a hundred years old and find it’s not gone!”