Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 22, 1917 by Various
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_Brown_. That's good news. Thanks, Monty. _Monty_. Not a bit, old thing. Don't mention it. _Iron-grey_. 'Tis a great comfort to us to know that the War will ind, if not in our day, annyway some time. _Canadian dun_. You bet. Gee, I wish it was all over an' I was home in the foothills with the brown wool and pink prairie roses underfoot and the Chinook layin' my mane over. _Iron-grey_. Faith, but the County Cork would suit me completely; a roomy loose-box wid straw litter an' a leak-proof roof. _Tubby_. Yes, with full meals coming regularly. _A bay mare_. I've got a two-year-old in Devon I'd like to see again. _Monty_. I've no quarrel with Leicestershire myself. _Gunpack horse_. Garn! Wot abaht good old London? _Chestnut_. Steady, Alf, what are you grousing about? You never had a full meal in your life until Lord DERBY pulled you out of that coster barrow and pushed you into the Army. _Tubby_. A full meal in the Army--help! _Brown_. Listen to our living skeleton. Do you chaps remember that |
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