Ca Ne Fait Rien - Part 6

Ca Ne Fait Rien 

22-2-18

At the 6^th Bn.

Concerts this week

quite a lot of

talent was

dug-up, Digger.

I would suggest

that we chuck

up Fighting

and go on the 

stage

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Is this the

reason the

Sergts. failed

to put on that

wonderful

play

"7 Days C.B."

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Lieut.

Samuels

tool a

mild 

interest 

in the

Officers

V Sergt.

game.

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Does the Umpire 

always go in for

a bathe during

a game

?

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Semi

Official 
photo

The enemy mad a successful raid on Doo

and Beer Coys capturing much sugar

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The Quartermaster

was hot stuff

among the

little

sergeants.

Ask sergt.

Phillpot

and Dutton

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I wonder if that

Brigade Team are

satisfied now?

We finished with 8 goals

to the good.

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C.Q.M.S.

Kirby put

up a good

game and

he and Mutt

Barker were

there with the

bells on.

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Who's which in the 6^th

Sergt. George Hewitt forgot

to send us a piece of cake

but he has our congratulations

just the same.

"What about it

George?"

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Mutt Barker

seemed to

enjoy the 

game

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The success of the

concerts was due to

the untiring efforts of

Major Carter. He was always

on the job with that jolly

smile

of

his

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Mull says he

is going into the Rag and Bone

Profession when

he gets

back

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22-2-18

12-6

"Ca Ne Fait Rein"

1-3-18

I gota pretty good story to tell you blokes

about one of the officers:- It happened comme sa

one officer fixed a bottle of dope to look like

"Kirsh" a liqueur from Normandy and asked

another Hofficer to "comeanaveadrink" the

second bloke got suspicious 'cos he know the first

bloke never bought a drink for anyone but himself,

and got asking questions about it. There was 

also another Hofficer standing by who was

of a quiet and trustful disposition. Seeing a drink

going begging he grabs the glass an sez 'eres 'ow

an gulps down the glass of peroxide. Selah

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Who was that bloke in C. Coy. who did this

Ain't it a fair cow! yer tells that

"Blighty: girl that all Anzacs are

born in the

saddle, don't

cher know.

then that blam

hired horse goes 

an' does this

t 'yer. Its a 

fair cow 

orlright.

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 Any Old

Aussie

on Paris 

Leave

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Lieut. M.A. Abson

winner of the cup

presented by the

sergeants, for the

best officer's

item at the 

Battalion Concerts

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Who's Which in the 6^th

Pte. Butler, H.Qs Staff

a direct descendent

of the elder

Pitt,

Butler

inherits

many of the

characteristics

of

this great

statesman.

We don't think,

However he's

a pretty 

good sport.

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Lieut. Johnnie Walker, the

Leave king and therefore popular,

Joined up from 7^th Bn.

"still going strong"

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Tom Williamson

is the bloke

wot puts

the patches

on our

pants.

We will

say he

always

makes a 

good job of

'em.

He is now away

on Blighty leave

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Poetry and Worse-er-Verse

(Printers error. Ed.)

The Bugle Band

There's a little bunch o' cobbers wots

livin' in our row,

They drinks a bit an swears a bit, an'

blows in all their dough.

The're only little cusses, 'bout knee-high

to a bee

The biggest of the bunch is nothing

over 4 foot 3.

The're known to the Heads as the

fife an' bugle band.

But when they plays a tune, we'v're

got to stop an' stand

If we moves a foot, we're out

o' step an' stubbin

of our toes.

The only time they keep in time is when

 we stands in rows.

But in spite of these 'ere failin's

the're a pretty willing crew

They always goes an' does it when

the're's any work to do.

The last time we was in the line

an likewise down at "Epe

They works all day and every night

with hardly any sleep.

The Quartermaster bloke 'e sez

they'll go through shot an' shell

They'll help to get the rations up

if the troops attack in Hell.

______________________________

HORSE

This is a tale wos told to me

By a fellow wots been in Don Compance,

'E sez "that once while at the war"

In 19,18 and perhaps before,

The rations were short an' the nights

were cold

An' a pound of meat cost a ton

of gold

Don Compance was ready to fight

But every man turned sick at the sight

Of a horse or camel or very sick cow

For nobody knew when they'd get it for

chow.

Now it may be true an' it may be not,

But I reckon this yarn is pretty hot.

Wot was told to me in twenty three

By a fellow from old Don Compance.

CORRESPONDENCE

To the editor, Ce ne fait rien, Dear Sir

I think the following matter should

be brought to the notice of your

numerous and intelligent readers.

A horse broke his leg at the transport

lines, I saw him shot, skinned

and cut up. Next morning we has

fried steak for brekfas. now;

Gorstruth, digger! I leave it to 

you, what'd you think? Yes

we thought so to an' didn't eat

the d- stuff. Pte Don.C. Company

______________________

VARIOUS ?????

Do they put sand in the biscuit 

flour to aid digestion or to make up

weight.?_________________

Who the 'ell pinched that extra

blanket and shapekin out of the

roll, when we moved from Kemmel Huts.?

Has the Pay Sergeant gone to

Blighty to see if he can find his

decoration and a few missing teeth?

What that shell came over, did

Elise bolt or was a certain officer

anxious to get back to supper?

Has the Padre exercised that

horse yet?_________________

What, the dickens! is that dope

they make out of rice and cheese,

I dips me lid, to that transport

bird that managed to get absolutely

blind, by 11 a.m on the day of the

move.__________________

Who's been selling the family plate

to pay their bridge and poker debts?

Where did Cpl. Mayne get the good

oil about putting in for extra

marriage leave?_________

Trips to Australia for Hardy soldiers

you Battles (bet ills) and sickness won't

stop 'em from catching the boat,

O'Keefe off the grass, three men have

gone already, who's next.

Fiction Page

THE WAR

From our correspondent at the front:-

a swiss merchant who has just returned

from Hunania states that the German

Higher Command are preparing for

the comming offensive at a feverish

rate, Thousand of shallow draught

submarines are being turned out daily.

These are to be used on nights when

there is a heavy dew and will sink

at sight all supply wagons.

A new and deadly gas is being

prepared by boiling down politicians

After a recent air raid by the enemy

a number of barrels of good beer

were found near various camps, it

is thought that this is an attempt

to kill our troops by shock.

The understudy of the M'wanbar

of Gamfulia in his opening parlimentary

speech said that, that country would

sever diplomatic relations with Germany

if the trade in [[polled?]]. Methodist

Missionary was interfered with in any 

way, Great excitement prevails and

it is understood that the fleet will

be dispatched to aid the Allies, already

it has been fitted with a new paddle.

                                                          

R.F.C. Reports:- Yesterday one of our

mechanics failed to return, his leave

expired the day previous,

In Arial combats this week our planes

brought down 501 of the enemy, 555004

Thus were driven down out of control

by our planes. Our Anti-air craft guns

put a shot so near an enemy plane

that you could tell what it was

aimed at.

It is rumoured that the ex-Czar of

Russia disguised as the unexpended portion

of the day's rations, has escaped to

[[Formic?]]

Battation Beauties

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Hervey's Heifer Mag's Moll

Our Short Story

The ceasless drip, drip of the rain outside

had almost put us to sleep in spite of

the discomforts of wet clothing and a touch

of trench feet. Me an' me cobber are Bn.

runners. The battalion had just moved

into the line the day before and we had

been on the go all day with messages to

Bde. H.Q's and the companies forward.

The rain had been falling continuously for

over 48 hours, you know the kind, lives!

it starts with a heavy, white, damp, mist

which soon has big drops of water falling

from every twig, then as it gets dark

a drizzling rain sets in. A few shells

whine somewhere to the right, mostly

ending with muffled plops in the

sodden earth. We managed to [[hear?]]

a couple of meals from friendly

"babbling brooks" near the support lines

during the day. but our dugout is a [[pub?]]

no chance to build up its rotten sides

Out with these d- messages all day.

Well! at last we are relieved and we

gets a roof fixed up with old ground

sheets and hessian, has a pretty good

feed fixed up by old Dave Oliver an' turns

in. As I started out to say we had 

almost got to sleep; when something, wet

silent and slithery presses on our legs, we

flashes a torch, the blasted wall had turned

to mud an' run out of the rotten sand bags.

to be continued

CA NE FAIT RIEN, 8-3-18

THE LITTLE 

BROWN BOXER

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Why is it that if you take a bunch of hats like this and any ordinary Billjim like this

and you put them together, you get this result.

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Who 

is the 

Babbling 

Brook 

who looks 

like this 

around 

the Coy 

Cookhouse

And was 

seen like 

this in London 

recently.

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Semi official war photo:-

Working party from a Pioneer Battalion

doing road repairs.

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Shay Bill, Hic! it

wash lucky for us

they turned this hut

into a Quartermaster's

Store instead of

a Gum

Boot

room.

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Who's which in the 6^TH 

C.Q.M.S.

Kirby A.Coy

One of the 1919's

Wounded on Gallipoli

Always there in a fight

or a Football match and

ready to use his

weight in 

either.

Lieut.

Bill Rashinger

just rejoined from T.B. where his

sunny smile was ever on tap.

Like a sheep 

returning to

the Fold, capt.

J.D. Johnston

comes back to

the 6th Battalion

after being in

command of

those horrible people

who draw the crabs,

the T.M.B. for

many moons.

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8.3.18

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Friday 8-3-18

SPORTING 

NEWS

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For the Haig Handicap

"Over-the-bags" is no longer a

favourite. A lot of sports

fancy "Blighty" and "Base-job,

"Mills Bomb" is in good condition

and ^should go off well. "Very Light"

will be seen to advantage.

We predict that "Fritz" will be

amongst the also rans.

THE WAR

From our special correspondent.

It is reported that most of the

German workmen are on strike.

Conditions are so sirious that the

population is reduced to eating

celuloid collars and if the men

remain out much longer only Anzac

stew will be available for the 

staring population.

Berlin official:- All the Town-hall

clocks have been stopped so the

strike is finished.

The Bugawar of Hazaguan was

assassinated last night after a stormy

meeting in the cabinet. A German

disguised as a garbage tin is believed 
  to have been the murderer.

There is a serious shortage of N^o 9's

but the Doc. will supply a N^o 4 and 5.

R.F.C. report:- Yesterday one of our

planes dropped bombs on Mt. Vesuvius

Fires were observed.

Firing is reported near Ypres, it says

so in John Bull.

About 7o'clock yesterday the enemy

shelled some walnuts.

Nar Poetry

"Gorblimy! " Mister Editor" I wants to raise a point;

This rhyme that you are printin' is clearly out of [[?]],

You sings about the sergeants, the band, and such like coves

But now you'll get the "good oil" from one who really knows

So cut out all this barracking and spend a bit of times

Upon the men wot does it, "the privates of the line."

They gets up early, does fatigues and goes where'er the're led,

Except of course, once in awhile, they tries to seeing the lead.

They drills and fights, does guards at nights an' ate the hostile Hun

And once in every fourteen days they gets a little mon.

Which, some, they goes and spends on booze

Or at two-up the whole lot lose.

Now honest! "Mister Editor I'll put it to you straight

If all the privates stayed at 'ome. Who'd say the [[?]] of hate?

Who'd stick the Bosches, bomb to Hun, and carry shells up to the gun?

Gorstruth! with generals in the trench defendin' this 'ere line.

And majors manning every post thats just above a mine

Leiutenant Colonels wiring in No-mans-land at night.

With N.C.O's and Officers to back them in a fight

Why, blow me tight and strike me pink! this 'ere bloomin' war

Would have been won by Germany in XXXXX nineteen, one

and four.

Fench Beer

I was sitting wrapped in quiet thought

In Peré Moulin's Estaminet,

Thinking of beer and booze, that I had bought

And all the fun that they had sent my way.

My thoughts returned to Little Burke and Loxs.,

In Peré Moulin's Estaminet,

I thought of bosker cobber's, bon ton hommes

Who'd have a drink with you but never pay.

Ah! well, those pals will never sit with me

In Pere Moulin's Estaminet,

The beer that Pere brews must surely be

Made of raw spuds and new mown hay.

                                                     

Eight little officers went to see a show,

Someone else had pinched their seats

And they had nowhere else to go.

Eight little officers walking home quite late

One caught a motor car

And filled their heart with hate.

Eight little officers, sore as sore can be,

One told the tale to us

Now which one can it be?

Battalion Beauties

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Polmeer's Pet

Wilson's Wack

Somebodies Skirt

Things We Would Like To Know

if any of A Coy. officers got a reply

from the actress ladies?

if Pitt intends to let 'em grow 

again?

if they put the tar on the hats to

keep the boy's from indulging in that 

"Aussie" habit of leaning against the

wall?

if Lieut Demaine got some on the

seat of his pants?

if Sergt Focoe came an abdominal?

if A Coy. wore out their boots because

the estaminet at Tilques is 5 miles

from the camp?

if A Coy. will ever tell what really

happened at Tilques?

if anyone knows who started

the gag about the "little, brown

boxer? and why?

Who are the hard-heads?

if Cpl. Stewart B. Findlay is over or

a week end trip?

if Lieut Rashinger knows who

rationed yer, while he was in Blighty?

if Don Company knows there is

another dead horse at the transport

lines?

If certain officers walked all the way

to the Bde concert at La Clytle and

found their seats taken?

If it is true that Sergt, Don is on his

way to the Bn.? Good luck to him.

If the "Guards" are in this camp?

If the pioneer sergeant asked a one

legged man to 'ser a drink?

If a certain R.S.M. kisses all his

letters addressed to Castre?

Our Short Story

I beg to state that I have been

in the front line trenches for

10000006 days without missing a

minute. I left Aussie in 1914 am

have been wounded 47 times, I have

only one Mother who is my sole

support. My property in Aussie

consists of 15 acres of prickly pear

plantations and a sheep run, or 

at least I have a dog that will

make the sheep run. My property

needs my personal attention as

it has been siezed by my Aunt,

my parents are both dead and

my father is in very delicate

health. :- (Note by Editor):-

That writer chap who was going

to do the short story this week

got a bit mixed, he thought

he was putting in for that

Australian duty stunt, the dinkum

story is below

                                          

"The White Company" by Wm. Shakespere

"Beware of the widdies" said the elder

[[Weller?]] to Cap'n Cuttle. The friendly

waiter at this point brought on a pudding

and taking up a desert spoon said

"let us have a race young'un," but what

with Mr Peckeriffs little tea spoon and

the waiters big one the Artful

Dodger was quite out of the race

and commenced to thrust his hands

into the pockets of his strange

garment. Mr Gingle now cried

out. to be continued

CE NE FAIT RIEN

with which is incorporated

"FO'CS'LE FORAGER" "PYRAMID PIFFLES" "SNIPERS SHOT"

____________________________________________

6th BATTN. UP TO PUTTY

PETER MAHONY IN CLINK

PHIL MOLLOY IN STRIFE

____________________________________________

CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS

_______________________________________________

Visit the Show

See Dinny the Champ.

Eater of the A.I.F. He will

attempt to beat his own record

of 14 tins of pork and

beans. 7 tins of Fray Bentos

and 19 issues of fat bacon,

plus 1 issue of pea meal. This

Champ. from Battn. in

1916 ate pork from 54 tins

of Portuguese and then roused

Greasy Jack because dinner

wasn't ready. Tell me 

if I am wrong, it may have

been 55 tins.

PRE-WAR

SALE

In order to celebrate the 

first anniversary of the next 

war to end war we have

landed a big shipment of

Zoubrik Kateesics, giving returned

soldiers a chance to

replace those they have, on

which the supports and

springs are worn out.

Officers 2/6; N.C.O. 1/9'

Privates 1/6; Special O.S.

for Cooks.

Missing 

Friends

Our coronation representative

reports a large number

of enquiries for Dad from

stalwart crossing sweepers.

His pet name being Snowy

or Darky. Don't all apply

at once.

Issue 

Cigarettes

Smoke the old "issue."

You all know what these

are made of. Since the war

the Jersey Herd has been

much improved, but the old

flavour has been retained.

Look for the brand K.D.S.

Army Bread

Army bread should be

eaten by all diggers who have

teeth. It contains all the

Vitamins except E, A, T.

Most economical. Can be

made to stretch from five to

twelve to a loaf. 

CE NE FAIT RIEN

Sentence 

Suspended

The well known gangster

and bootlegger, Peter

Mahony of Footscray was

to-day sentenced to incarceration.

There is a poetic justice 

about this as he was very

fond of children. A lady

correspondent states that the

sentence is too severe.

Serial Story

The clock struck 14.15 as

the light from the crypt

crept over the oscillating orbs

of Lousy Lou. A beer bottle

tinkled musically in the distance

and

(to be continued)

Watch for our issue next 

year and see if L.L. can save

her honour.

Programme

Tonight's

Events

8: Fall in.

8.10: Fallen Comrades.

8.15: The King.

Emma Emma Esses

8.20: Item.

8.25: Item.

8.40: The Sixth Battalion.

8.55: Item.

9: Item.

9.20: Kindred Associations.

9.40: Item.

9.45: Respond from

Kindred Associations.

10: Election of office-bearers.

10.15: Item.

10.20: Item.

10.30: Chair vacated.

11: Auld Lang Syne.

GREAT

BRITISH

VICTORY

LIKE HELL

What can Billy Hughes

Do!

Troops go Onkus.

After this lapse of time a

cable has been divulged stating

that after the 763rd ration

of stew had been dished

up the troops went onkus.

The leader of the opposition

Mut Barker has asked the 

A.P.M. if this is so an how.

Blighty Leave

Stopped

No Reason Given

They Can Do Everything

To You But One Thing.

Col. Ulrich asked to Enquire

It was stated by a furphy

that all leave to London has 

been stopped unless there is

enough money in the Bank

Book. Wives' permission

must be obtained for Paris 

leave.

The following are reported

A.W.L. in Paris at present:

Dodger Evans, Ped. Palmer,

Queenie Evans, Mick McInerney,

Scotty Robb, E. Horwill

T. Goswell, Sol. Levy, R.

K. McKenzie, Ted. Cunningham, 

N. Tutton, P. Molloy,

Ginger Rudd, D Mathers,

C. Hennessy, J. Shepherd, M.

Pattern.

(Any other names you like

of cause).

CE NE FAIT RIEN

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Poor Alice is 
Here

Eight More Cases

Every Picture Tells A Story.

But We Have No Pictures.

The Advisory Board decided

to recommend the purchase 

of 8 more cases of beer.

The following suspects were

diagnosed as being unable to

bend their elbows: Bill

Wright, Fat Corben, R.

Pollard, Bill Gray, Percy

Rout, J. Hodgens, Bill

Adams, A Pinckney, D.

Cousins, Bill Parker, A.

Narracott, S. McQuie, Bill

Anderson, C. Gould, Prendy.

Good Job

Vacant

No Money But Plenty

Of Work.

First To Apply Will

Get It In The Neck

For the past 9 or more or 

less years, Ewie Norris has

been resigning his job as Sec.

of the Association. Unanimous

votes have refused to

accept it. The job entails a

lot of work and expense, and

the pay is abuse with an unearned

increment. Ewie will

have to overcome the keen

competition of himself to

hold the position.

Histery of the

Battalion

The blokes said to me you

were in it from the word go, 

so you ort to right a history

of the mob. I was in Cairo

(that's in Eggypt)  one day

and I met a Arab bint (that

means girl) She was a 

beaut and had a bonser figure

like a statute. I like that sort

so when we go to France I

met a Madamasell (girl) in

Armenteers. She had a figure

like a Venous, that's the sort

I like. Once when I was on

leaf I met a shiela at Woolitch 

(England), she had a 

figure like a china ornament.

I like that sort. Of course

when I got back to Aussie

I met a girl here and got 

married. Of coarse I should

have wrote about trenches

and the crook N.C.O's we

had, but you wont to forget

all that.

PARIS IN

MOURNING

Lovely Lucille Pops Off

Do you remember that

beautiful maiden who used to

sit on our knee and drink 

our wine till we didn't have

a cobber for the last franc

in our pocket? She has gone.

Alas she married that surly

old froggie with the mangel

wurzel farm. The chief

mourners are: G. Day, A.

Aubrey, T. Ulrich, A. Coles,

W. Oliphant, H. Smith, P.

Eller, M. Abson, G Nicholson

and incapacitated by 

grief, F. Mealy. 

CE NE FAIT RIEN

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Pension Enquiry

A hefty young garcon in

Hazebrouch enquires whether

he is entitled to a pension.

He says his father was a long, 

skinny, freckled corporal.

Other descriptions sound like

Ped. Palmer, but he wasn't

a corporal.

The best wishes of the

whole Battalion go to our

cobbers who are crook in

Caulfield and elsewhere Ern.

Israel, T. Cleary and Bill

West are three we know of.

Hope they will soon be on 

light duty.

RUM!!

Ah,  magic word. The

good oil for a hop over. The 

Sgts. gravy. The cure for

cold feet and provider of

decorations. Have one with

me? Good. Two please----

No it's not the same somehow,

its only rum.

We hope you like this effort,

and we would like to publish

some pictures next year. This,

however, costs 1/6 per inch.

If you feel like subscribing a

few inches see Frank Noonan.

Any references to the elections in the above columns were made by

Frank Noonan.

6^th Inf Bn

Ca Ne Fait Rien

22-3-18

Powerful Poems

FATIGUE

There's a chap that's never mentioned in dispatches

from the front,

He doesn't get V.C's and things in every little

stunt

And speches from the General or any big

brass hat

About "your gallant conduct, lads" and other

dope like that,

Are never handed to him but it doesn't

make him grieve

He's content to go on working in the cable

trench fatigue.

_________________________

Believe me! lads, he carries on according to

the plan,

His work takes every ounce of strength

that's given to a man

He gets up early, works all night and gets

 a drink of tea

If his shelled with gas and mine front deep

from half past one to three,

A day's work's reckoned pretty good that

covers twenty league

"I dips me lid" to any bloke wot goes

on this fatigue.

_____________________________

Now, I'll tell you what I should do if they

made me a king

I'd make medal out of gold and hang

it on a string

Of pearls or other precious stones and give

it to the lad

That works at cable laying when the 

shelling's pretty bad

And shrap. and high explosive are falling

all around.

And the men just keep on digging, putting

cable in the ground.

________________________________

I'd like to write a thousand lines about

the gallant way

They does their work, but editors for

verses seldom pay.

_________________________

Tony fellow Loving

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A BIT OF A HUN

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German Semi-Official:- On the night of ----- our

Sturmtruppen carried out a most successful

raid on the British front, Fully half of our brave

troops managed to return to their trenches.

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An imposing figure in

the recent Match

sergeants V officers:-

Sergt. Major Brent as

Little Boy Blue was

the admiration of all 

beholders

Who's Which in the 6^th

Some prominent

members of

the Officers

Debating 

Society

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Sketches

by Goo

22-3-18

Ca Ne Fait Rien 14-3-18 6th Bn A.I.F

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"So I stopped, and I looked and I listened."

Why did so many men go

down to that pill box to count

the picks and shovels while

the shelling was on at the

other end of the camp?

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Wordsworth Woods, Our Tame Poet

The Stretcher-Bearer

Who is it, when I'm on parade

Feeds on hot toast and marmalade,

And in his bed till 10 has stayed?

The Stretcher-bearer.

When we go out and swing an pick

From 6 A.M. till dusk grows thick,

Who never stirs to do a lick?

The Stretcher-bearer.

But when we get into a stunt,

Who is it goes up to the front

And No-man's land for wounded hunt?

The Stretcher-bearer.

Ah! then he works both night and and day

Has lots to do and naught to say

And carries us back all the way

To comfort.

I'd like to write an epic ow

But making rhyme is a fair cow

An' so I've taken out a vow,

To cut it.

Lieut Jack

Shrimpton

has left the

6th Bn. to join

the Stovepipe

Artillery.

He is not quite

certain yet how

you fire the

d---- thing.

Later we

can blame

him for 

drawing the 

crabs. 

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Semi-official War Photo:- Yesterday an enemy areoplane

flew over and spelt out a message in smoke, so far

no-one has discovered it's meaning.

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Who was the Serg't Major

who used his whistle in London

to call a taxi and succeeded in

call up a John-hop instead?

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CAPT. PINNEY M.C. goes to school

and his ding-bat carries his kit to

the station.

Who's Which in the 6^th

Odd numbers

number 5s

Even numbers

number 9's

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The M.O.

Doc.

Cockburn

Lieut. Stobie

is managing a Battalion concert

party. Anyone

with talent

should join

up

Bomb

jugglers

are 

sure 

of an 

engagement

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A recent return to the Bn.

from the Training Battalion, who 

has no

trouble 

in

convincing

people 

that he is a 

dinkum Aussie.

C.S.M. Mealy

is however sometimes taken

for one of them Maories

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Goo

14-3-18