I look back on my days in the ranks, where a man was a man, true blue and shorn of falsity, insolence, domineering and double-crossing ways. They were the days when we got paid together, painted the town together, and went broke together, where every man “shot square” with his “buddie.”
As for this crap-shooting major, he is in civies again and military discipline will afford him no protection for such breeches.
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Willie and Mollie played in the sand,
Indulging in youthful folly;
The sun was hot on Willie’s back,
And the sand was hot to Mollie.
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’Twas Ever Thus
Every time we see an article offered at an uncommonly low price—whether it be shoes, prunes, fountain pens, wood blocks, or a personal service of some kind—we are reminded of Chief Big Smoke.