Jack loves dreadnoughts, Peggy loves trains,
But I know what I love--aeroplanes.
Jack will sail the high seas if he can stick it;
Peggy'll be the girl in blue who asks to see your ticket;
But I will steer my aeroplane over London town
And loop the loop till Nurse cries out, "Lor', Master Jim, come down!"
Jack will be an admiral if he isn't sick;
Peggy'll take the tickets and punch them with a click;
But I will make a splendid hum up there in the blue;
I'll look down on London town, I'll look down on you.
Jack will hunt for U-boats and sink the beasts by scores;
Peggy'll have a perfect life, slamming carriage doors;
But I shall join the R.F.C. and Nurse herself will shout,
"There's Master Flight-Commander Jim has put them Huns to rout."
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"A well-known Liverpool shipowner and philanthropist is giving
£70,000--£100 for each year of his life--to various charitable
and philanthropic objects."--_Scotsman_.
He might almost have lived in the time of the Patriarchs, but we
gather that he preferred the days of the profits.
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"Often it was impossible to detect the existence of underground
works until their occupants opened fire. At one such spot a white
hag was displayed, and when our men charily approached a burst of
fire met them."--_East Anglian Daily Times_.
The enemy is evidently up to his old trick--taking cover behind women.
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