THE CONFERENCE

Peoples Vice, 2 August 1943, Page 3

THE CONFERENCE

I l ve 'penned you songs of gondphonesy of 'other/comforts too. Of seats which we call, holers, of latrines with a view. . -? But now the need to splash a line,of the Army T s greatest sin. ?Wheh/into our'Camp?koindah, cane one-holers made of tin. . . ' ]. ‘ ' ’'3 ' ‘ M ’ / > . - - ' -. , • f’’ ' X ' . Their form was small c*nd. beautiful, they nestled close to ... , - ' ■-■<'.■ / .. . ground. The sides were short, the open port,fashioned for buttocks : *’ ■ \ >.- ■ round. Yet for all the* grace & charm, appe alment had no lust. For all the side,the top,the seat, 1 ’ were covered deep in rust. The sight of these new. comforts, raised a stir among the high. Officers came from far & near, their beauties to. espy. They stood about in circles,tongues wagged,long and loud. Still they came,more, yet more, by now t’was quite a crowd. Crowns there we re, and pips a host, they glistened in the sun. ;l Something new to talk about, Gad boys; this is fun*. 7 j: Some frown then smile, some talk and shout, some through the - / ' z opening peek • If it had not been for morning tea, They’d have stayed there \?7 4 7 all the week. . The Big Chief huddled closer,a decision tod been made. stepped.forth a shyly' figure, never let his glory fade. So firmly and precisely, his face with blood was hot. c / He turned about, then gently bent, and on the seat did squat. The silent crowded circle, could .scarce forebear to cheer. aS gallant spirit' on the . seat, did squirm to fit his rear.,, -To right;then left, now up,now down, he wriggled inch by inch. Time stood still, Momentous pause. 4 Well gentlemen, she’s a ?7 -?3-./•.:■•/.■ ?-./■>-.-7-:./7 : -cinch*.