Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, Jan. 15, 1919 by Various
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page 17 of 68 (25%)
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As I had often gone out of my way to do the pair a good turn I was naturally pained at their ingratitude. Taking the jug, I turned away in silence and left them. Ah Sin pursued me. "Hon'lable officer likee jug?" he asked. Dam Li, who had followed, answered for me. "Likee jug allee same China boy likee lations," he explained. "An' China boy gottee lations, blead an' beer, allee same hon'lable officer gottee jug," continued Ah Sin. "Then what more can wantchee?" concluded Dam Li triumphantly. I surrendered unconditionally. * * * * * GOOD-BYE, AUSTRALIANS! Through the Channel's drift and toss Swift your homing transports churn; Soon for you the Southron Cross High above your bows shall burn; Soon beyond the rolling Bight Gleam the Leeuwin's lance of light. Rich reward your hearts shall hold, |
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