AT ROLL CALL.
It was roll-call and the sergeant was reading out the names. Finally he came to one that gave him pause, but the next moment he roared it in his bullvoice : "Mon-taig ! Mon-taig ! Where is he?" No answer. "Mon-taig! Where on earth is Mon-taig?" No answer. "Mon-taig !" A pale youth stepped from the ranks. "I think you mean me, sergeant. They pronounce my name Montague." The sergeant gave him the icy eye. "Oh, do they? All right," Montagew. Take three paces to the rear and do two hours' fatigew."
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New Zealand Tablet, 24 October 1918, Page 46
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91AT ROLL CALL. New Zealand Tablet, 24 October 1918, Page 46
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