Back from a spell behind Ypres in 1915, a few of us decided to scrounge
round for a hair-cut. We found a shop which we thought was a barber's,
but it turned out to be a tailor's. We found out afterwards!
[Illustration: "My old girl will swear I bin in fer a stretch...."]
Still, the old Frenchman made a good job of it--just as though someone
had shaved our heads. My Cockney pal, when he discovered the truth,
exclaimed: "Strike, if I go 'ome like this my old girl will swear I bin
in fer a stretch."--_F. G. Webb (late Corpl., Middlesex Regiment), 38
Andover Road, Twickenham._