the rain and the sodden
khaki's stench!
Then over the top in the morning, and onward all you can--
This is the work that wins the War, the work of the infantryman.
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WHERE IS THE CENSOR?
"A woman has been fined L10 for chipping lyddite out of a shell which
had been over-filled by means of a screwdriver."--_Evening Paper._
We protest against our newspapers being allowed to inform the enemy in this
way of our methods of filling shells.
* * * * *
[Illustration: A DEAD FROST.
PRESIDENT PYGMALION WILSON. "THE DURNED THING WON'T COME TO LIFE!"]
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[Illustration: "I SAY, SOMEONE'S STOLEN MY CAR!"
"DEAR ME! IT WAS A NEW ONE, WASN'T IT?"
"YES. BUT I DON'T MIND THE CAR; THERE WAS A TIN OF PETROL IN THE BACK."]
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OUR NEW ARMY OF WOMEN.
_From Adjutant to O.C. A Company._
Your return of trained Bombers not yet to hand. Please expedite.
(Did you see O.C. B Company's hat at church parade last Sunday? Isn't it
positively the outside edge?)
ELIZABETH TUDOR JONES,
_Mrs. and Adjutant._
_Second-Lieut. Darling to Adjutant._
I should be obliged if I could have leave from next Tuesday, as otherwise I
shall not be able to attend the sales, and my Sam Browne is quite the
dowdiest in tho whole battalion.
JOAN DARLING,
_Second-Lieut._
_O.C. Signallers to Quartermaster._
Lance-Corporal Flapper of this section has been charged for bottle, scent,
one. In view of the fact that this N.C.O. has not been supplied with bottle
since joining this unit I take it that such will be a free issue.
EMMA PIPP,
_Lieut._
_O.C. A Company to Quartermaster._
Please note fact that the boots, khaki suede uppers, pair, one, issued
yesterday to 21537 Private B. Prig, are not supplied with regulation
Louis-Quinze heels. The boots are therefore herewith returned.
BOADICEA BLUNT.
_Capt. O.C. A Coy._
_From O.C. B Company to O.C. D Company._
Herewith A.F. 26511, with cheque for pay of 2773, Private O. Jones, B
Company, attached D Company, for your attention and necessary action,
please.
(Have you heard the absolutely latest? The Major is engaged, and she has
asked O.C. C Company and the Quartermaster to be bridesmaids! Not that _I_
wanted to take it on. But think of poor dear O.C. C! _Won't_ she look
too-
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