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“OSSIFERS”

The protecting Wood. Under the spreading ' Greenwood tree. There is the rustling of Leeves. And there lies the last of the James. Waiting for a tonic Beveridge. Would almost make you Laffey! Wouldn’t it? Lieut. (Pocket, Battleship) Morrison of B Company at present an inmate of a hospital is doing well, thank you and hopes to be about soon to deliver a few more broadsides. Lieutenant D. Stewart has returned from furlough but he was not very far away at any time. Most of his time was spent sailing boats, until he now has an almost nautical roll and imagines his stick is a telescope. He paces the parade ground as if it were the quarter deck. Welcome to Lieutenant Hammond. Very active. Almost as a plate of hot “Hammond eggs.” “Eggsactly.” Captain Leeves wept for joy at the concert. Tears formed a pool at his feet and he almost had to bring in one of those spades he so often tells us is a spade to dig a drain.

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Arawa Guerilla, Issue 1, 1 April 1942, Page 4

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“OSSIFERS” Arawa Guerilla, Issue 1, 1 April 1942, Page 4

“OSSIFERS” Arawa Guerilla, Issue 1, 1 April 1942, Page 4