They cuts out little pieces of lint like a picture puzzle
to fit the places, and I've got a regular map of Blighty all down my
arm; but that's not so bad as my back, which I cannot see and which
the wound is as long--"
I blotted the sheet and turned over, and Private Brown eyed the space
left for further cheerful communications.
"Shall I leave this for you to finish?" I suggested, thinking of
tender messages difficult to dictate. "Your fingers may be better
after tea, or perhaps to-morrow morning."
"That's all right, Miss. There's nothing more to put except my name,
if you'll just say, "Good-bye, dear wife, hoping this finds you well
as it leaves me at present."
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FAIR WARNING.
"A POPULAR CONCERT WILL BE HELL IN THE PORTEOUS HALL, On
Friday, 2nd November."--_Scotch Paper_.
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CURRAGH MEETING.
Judea . . . . . . . . . . . E.M. Quirke 1
Elfterion . . . . . . . . . . . M. Wing 2
Tut Ttlddddddrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr aY
Tut Tut . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Dines 3
_Provincial Paper_.
From which it is to be inferred
The angry printer backed the third.
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[Illustration: "WELL, UPON MY WORD! AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE I HAD TO GET
A QUARTER OF A POUND OF BUTTER, THE COOK'S SENT UP MARGARINE.
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