[Illustration: "Now p'raps you'll know!"]
On the Somme I saw a Cockney driver having trouble with an obstinate
mule. At last he got down from his limber and, with a rather vicious
tug at the near-side rein said, "That's your left," and, tugging the
off rein, "that's your right--now p'raps you'll know!"--_E. B. (late
Gunner, R.G.A.), Holloway Road, N.7._
"Dr. Livingstone, I Presoom"
Early in 1915 one of our Q.M. Sergeants was sent to Cairo to collect
a gang of native labourers for work in the brigade lines. Whilst at
breakfast one morning we saw him return from the train at Ismailia,
leading a long column of fellaheen (with their wives and children) all
loaded with huge bundles, boxes, cooking pots, etc., on their heads.
The Q.M.S., who was wearing a big white "solar topi" of the mushroom
type instead of his regulation military helmet, was greeted outside our
hut by the R.S.M., and as they solemnly shook hands a Cockney voice
behind me murmured: "Doctor Livingstone, I presoom?" The picture was
complete!--_Yeo Blake (1st County of London Yeomanry), Brighton._