and:

"Excuse me for troublin' yer; I'm always troublin' yer; but there's
that there poor woman. . . ."

And I wish I could immortalize him!




THAT PRETTY GIRL IN THE ARMY


Now I often sit at Watty's, when the night is very near,
With a head that's full of jingles--and the fumes of bottled beer;
For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there
When the Army prays for Watty, I'm included in the prayer.
It would take a lot of praying, lots of thumping on the drum,
To prepare our sinful, straying, erring souls for Kingdom Come.
But I love my fellow-sinners! and I hope, upon the whole,
That the Army gets a hearing when it prays for Watty's soul.
-When the World was Wide.


The Salvation Army does good business in some of the outback towns of
the great pastoral wastes of Australia. There's the thoughtless,
careless generosity of the bushman, whose pockets don't go far enough
down his trousers (that's what's the matter with him), and who
contributes to anything that comes along, without troubling to ask
questions, like long Bob Brothers of Bourke, who, chancing to be "a