Thu sergeant was doing his _ best with a very awkward- squad. His temper was wearing a little thin. Presently his language became lurid, and a_ recruit stepped out of the ranks, saying: “ I object to a man using bad language.” The sergeant’s eve flashed. He produced a notebook. “ A man, you say? A man among you lot! Give me his name! ”
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Evening Star, Issue 23745, 28 November 1940, Page 12
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