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COMRADES.

“1 met a chap the other day, roostin’ in a trench, E didn’t know a word of ours, nor me a word of French, And ’ow it was we managed, well, I cannot understand. Rut 1 never used the phrase book, though 1 ’ad it in my ’and. “I winked at im to start with, e grinned from ear to ear; And ’e says, ‘Tipperary,’ and I says. ‘Sooveneer.’ E ’ad my only Woodbine, 1 'ad 'is thin cigar, Which set the l>all a-rollin’, and sowed, there you are! “I showed Mm next my wife an’ kids, *e up an’ showed me ’is, 'Phe funny little Frenchy kids, with ’air all in a frizz. ‘Annette,’ ’e says, ‘Louise,’ ‘e says, an’ ’is tears begun to fall; We was comrades when we parted, but we’d ’ardly spoke at all.” —“The Trench Magazine.”

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White Ribbon, Volume 26, Issue 303, 18 September 1920, Page 10

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COMRADES. White Ribbon, Volume 26, Issue 303, 18 September 1920, Page 10

COMRADES. White Ribbon, Volume 26, Issue 303, 18 September 1920, Page 10