DISCIPLINE.

Evening Post, Volume XCI, Issue 143, 17 June 1916, Page 16

DISCIPLINE.

She was tho pick of the girls he knew, And he was her best of boys. Th<?y met on the banks of the green old Nile, 'Ncath the blue Egyptian skies. And until they sent her tho last gazette Sho always wished him near, For deep was the love that the staff nurso had For her darling bombardier. They mot again by Mena House, But he didn't ask her in. "slou musn't kiss me now," sho said, "It's a breach of discipline, For I command, and you obey; If you fail- to touch your hat, "My stars," she said, to tho bombardier, "There's a week's C.B. for that." She meets her bombardier sometimes ' With a cold, commanding eye, But she styles him stiffly now, "My in-an," Where she always said "My boy." They used to watch 'the dog star frisk, And tho Great Bear come and go, Though ho EtiU salutes as a non-com, should; Tba.t one star que«red his show. love bridged the gap 'twixt the lofty sub. An-d the lowly bombardier. One day the ranker mutinied, When the staff nurse came too nea,r. "I play for keeps," the rebel said, 1 "And tho Ahzacs always win." Then the bombardier presented arms, And the sub. just snuggled in. —Woomora. Australasian.