Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, Jan. 8, 1919 by Various
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willow."
"I dunno as I'd prefer that to bird-scaring or suchlike," murmured John. Goaded by such beast-like placidity, Randle would forget all restraint in trying to lash John into a worthy ambition. It was for talking after "Lights out" that Randle and John were given a punishment of three days' confinement to barracks. Randle, pouring out a devastating torrent of words in the manner of a public orator, bitterly denounced the punishment; John, who had merely snored (the Captain said it took two to make a conversation), bore it with the stoicism of ignorance. Randle used to dream of Peace Day. He heard Sir DOUGLAS HAIG order his Chief-of-Staff to summon Private Randle Janvers Binderbeck. "Release him at once," said HAIG, in Randle's dream, "to resume his colossal mission as leader and director of public opinion." If John dreamed, it was of messy farmyards and draughty fields; but it is improbable that he dreamed at all. They both went to the War and faced the Hun. Randle thought of the Hun only as a possible wrecker of his career, therefore as a foe of mankind. John hardly thought of the Hun except in the course of coming into contact with him, and then he used his bayonet with careless zeal. Randle steeled himself against the rough edges of soldiering. He |
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