Ah, no! old pipe, methinks this grey day came
To temper such as you and I to stand
The small and weary problems of life’s game,
And learn to cheer another one, whose hand
Has groped in vain, and vainly gropes
For better things than grey-like smoke and greyer hopes.
R. G. N., 11th Aust. A.S.C.
A WAIL FROM ORDNANCE
We’re only in the Ordience,