REVERSES.
(From the Front.)
Just a line to let you know, Jim, howall goes.
Well, in spite of Bosches, rain and mud and muck,
I've had nothing to complain of as I knows
Till last week, when comes a run of rotten luck.
First, a Black Maria busts aside o' me,
And I lost, well, I should say a hundred fags!
Then I goes and drops a fine mouth-organ—see?
And it sinks in one of these here slimy quags.
Then I chucks my kit down when we charged next day
(You've no use for eighty pounds odd when you sprints),
And while we was at it, what d' yer think, mate, eh?
Why, some blighter pinched my tin o' peppermints!
Crool luck, warn't it? But I'm pretty bobbish still—
Here's the Surgeon come, a very decent bloke;
I'm in horspital, I should 'a' said—not ill,
Just my right leg crocked and four or five ribs broke.
First Lessons in Seamanship.
Extract from the Churchill interview:—
"Pacing his room thoughtfully, Mr. Churchill paused before a globe which he twirled round in his fingers like the rudder of a ship."