FRATERNAL FRITZ.

Feilding Star, Volume XIII, Issue 3276, 26 June 1917, Page 4

FRATERNAL FRITZ.

A thousand lUissian soldiers have arrived at Dvinsk. irom the front, sufleiing from poisoning due to the vodka with which they were regaled by the •'fraternising" Germans. He came from where the broad Xws kotsk Through Plovsk* pursues its sil'vry way; Hβ dreamt the paid could change its spotsk, And that the hog its style forgotsk, ■At times, in genial play. "Oh. Kamerad I'" the message ran, Which met ills simple, trusting eyes, li We have some fine old vodka, man, Why don't you visit us, Ivan? Come, we will fraternise." He smote his enptain in the eye, And lumbered towards the German line, And, 'ere an hour, was happily Drunk, and with Fritz, in amity, Singing "Die Wacht am fthein." fhe sergeant passed the cyanide, It dropped into the Russian's cup; Ivan, now feeling warm inside, Opened his face so wide, so wide. And mopped the poison up. And then, eftsoons, he fell asleep; As if upon his foolish head He had been clubbed, he drowsed so deep; His German brothers did not weep; They threw him out for dead. They little knew the hardihood Of Russia's peasant eons, methinsk. The dull Boche never understood, Four weeks,ho lay a lump of wood, And woke again at Dvinsk. *Plovsk is a village 35 versts southeast of Novogorblimek. --Sydney Sun.