These are the men who've learned to laugh at pain,
And if their lips have quivered when they spoke
They've said brave things or tried to make a joke;
Said it's not worse than trenches in the rain,
Or pools of water on a chalky plain,
Or bitter cold from which you stiffly woke,
Or deep wet mud that left you hardly sane,
Or the tense wait for "Fritz's master stroke."
You seldom hear them talk of their "bad luck,"
And suffering has not spoiled their ready wit,
And oh! you'd hardly doubt their fighting pluck,
When each new operation shows their grit;
Who never brag of blows for England struck,
But only yearn to "get about a bit."
* * * * *
"The Allies had threatened to destroy the Dardanelles if the
Medina garrison did not surrender."--_Birmingham Mail_.
So, being reduced to its last Straits, the garrison surrendered.
* * * * *
"MATRIMONY--Young Lady (21), good prospects, wishes to
correspond with young man, similar age, with a view to above;
no rebels need apply.
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