THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT.

Observer, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 5, 6 October 1917, Page 11

THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT.

There are a certtain army corps, On your body forming fours, Always on a night attack Making charges up your back Till you shout with all your might, ."Strafe the pilgrims of the night."

Though hundreds you may kill, You will find there's hundreds still, For they hide behind each other And are good at taking cover. They have their miarried quarters, Where they rear their sons and daughters,

There are families in their dozens, Uncles, brothers, sisters, cousins. They take a lot of catching, And they cause a lot of scratching,

When you're in the Landi of Nod, Then they're forming up in squad, When you're getting off to sleep, Then they're forming up two deep, And it's really most annoying. When the section starts deploying, But-at last there comes a day, When you throw your shirt away,— You'd cast your trousers too, If they'd only let you do; And. adopt the ancient style. Wearing nothing but a smile. ■ ' • ■ • M.B.

The world is a igreat shop in which we purchase anything; we wish. > Wealth, ambition, social position, happiness, and , usefulness are all dlisplayed to our wondering eyes. We stand outside and gazeiat the bril-liantly-lighted l windows, finally seeing something we want more than anything else. We purchase this at all hazards, piattinig into it all our talents and 1 our physical " strength; and the appaling part of it all is that we cannot exchange it if we find we have, made a terrible mistake, or that we have purchased something which is not worth the years of toil and the talents with which we ,, have purchased it.—Marian Brunot. © $> © Friendship is good for us. We all need it to broaden and round off our lives. Companionship is wholesome and helpful for everyone.