Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, May 9, 1917 by Various
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page 39 of 52 (75%)
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For instance, once he had to tea
A private in the A.S.C., And asked to meet him Cathcart-Crewe, A Major in the Horse Guards Blue. Too frequently did it occur That, when a senior officer Was with him, he would up and take Salutes from privates. Why, he'd shake Even Sir DOUGLAS by the hand And say, "Old chap, you're doing grand." This sort of thing caused some distress Among the members of his mess. He often took the Colonel's chair; He often flourished in the air His water-glass (when wine was scanty), And shouted, "Cheero, Adjutanty!" You see, he simply had no sense Of military precedence. His regiment went out to France To help a general advance. Now in a minute they must hop Like billy-o across the top. Amid the din the Colonel said, "It will be hellish overhead. Machine-guns will let loose a jet Of bullets on the parapet; We'll meet a burst of rifle fire, And, as for shells, I don't desire |
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