Ca Ne Fait Rien - Part 9

Ce Ne Fait Rien 

Published in the Field 
by the 6^th Aust. Bn 
every Friday (sometimes)

AILLY LE HAUT GLOCHER

4th-10-18

Who's which in the 6th

Eggy

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"Pardonamour 
M'suir! parlez 
vous Onglay?"

or words to 
that effect were 
recently used by 
a stranger on 
entering 
Headquarters 
Mess

He had never seen Eggy before and 
evidently took him for a Froggie but we are 
convinced that in spite of appearance Eggie is 
a Digger.

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Major Caughy D.S.O. who has been 
away in Blighty gathering knowledge. 
We are all pleased to welcome him back 
to the 6^th. We are sure that with the 
Major's help the Bn. will always beat 
the Guards.

Villainous Verse and Worse

There was a young fellow called Fritz:

A great big shell blew him to bitz, 
Someone said "is he dead"? 
"No, he's swinging the lead" 
"He got hit on the part where he sitz.

When we are in the time they give us rum (peut etre) 
You drink enough and war becomes real fun, 
But when in billets, we can only get 
A French concocting, powerful but wet 
"Hi! Madame, venez ici, come along" 
And bring me at the tout, some more Vin blong

Vin blong! a cosy room and you mam'selle 
When we're togeather:- war may go to - well 
A place where those that go will not feel Winter  
Where frost and cold will vanish like a splinter; 
But to my tale about this Froggie tipple 
When francs are few, I only drink a little.

But payday comes; I get me 40 francs 
I grab it up an' stow it in me pants,

I dodge the bunch wot wants to play Two up 
And beat it down to Madame's for a sup 
Of her Vin blong and when I've had me fill 
I'll tell the Sergeant Major how to drill.

The Adjutant, the Quarter bloke an' them 
Wot I've got set, and all those bloomin' men 
Who wear the bright red bands around their tiles, 
The coots who don't go near the line, by miles, 
I'll go and biff 'em with a brick;- kerplonk, 
When I have soaked 6 bottles of Vin blonc.

Although at present the 1^st Aust. Div. 
is out of the line, we hear that for 
the past year, every man will be 
entitled to put D.S.O. after his name 
Division Seldom Out.

WAR NEWS

Jerry's got the wind up. 
from our special correspondent.

Battalion Beauties.

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Tiny's 
Tart 

Tiny has 
just 
left us 
in a 
hurry 
probably 
to pay a visit 
to the fair charmer.

OUR SHORT STORY

The story, which I now intend to WRIGHT 
is about a young and fearless ISRAELite 
who GOAD to war, at least so I've been told, 
and sacrificed his silver and his GOULD. 
When war broke out he heard his country's 
call, like ancient SAMUEL or perhaps 
t'was PAUL, at any rate he got a nice 
new gun and shouldered arms the 
way its always DUNN. He never said 
I CARNE't do this or that but cried 
"I'll do my little Hall, that flat". He left 
a sweetheart, sweet sixteen and 
CAUGHEY, who vowed she'd always 
love her ABSON boy. He marched 
away although he was no WALKER 
and on the ship he kissed the bo'swain's 
daughter. He's with the heads and drives 
a STAFFORD car and only hears the 
guns boom from afar. He chucked the 
job as you will see hereafter and got 
a lorry, so he's now a CARTER but ran 
his lorry up against a WALL and bounced 
away again just like a BALL. They 
made him pay the damage, t'was a 
POUND for BEACHING lorries just like 
ships aground. You'd better REID this 
story while you may, I'll write the rest 
of it some other day.

THE THEATRES

The Alhambra:- "SOWING THE HUIT" or 
"The Hate of the 8"

The Lyceum:- "UNDER TWO FLAGS" or 
A Couple of Paving Stones

The Pavalion:- The Battalion Orderly Room 
and other Comedy Acts

The Alhambra:- "A route march in the morning" 
or 
Everyone's on Sick Parade"

ON DIT

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They say that old Pitt is 
rapidly going to ruin, or Rowen 
as a staff sergeant.

that:- now that the Winter is almost upon 
us, we are looking out for billets near a 
coal dump.

that:- some suspicious person wants to charge 
us for a field of potatoes dug up near 
Hazebrouck, (How rough)

that:- We never touched the 'taters. Not those ones.

that:- L/Cpl. Hill gets letters from one house^skirt three 
times a day.

that:- the fellow who told me is going to take 
his next leave in Scotland, too.

that:- when Tiny did a bunk he must have 
thought it was a paper chase, the way he 
treated his paybook.

that:- We'll all be home for Christmas; if you like 
to call this home.

that:- those chaps who were attached to the 
Yanks, are just finding out what good 
soldiers the Aussies really are.

that:- a certain officer has changed his billet.

that:- there wasn't a hint of the other place.

that:- all father has now is the Pork an' cheese.

that:- now that these nineteen fourteeners have 
gone, we reo's can get a rough stripe or two.

that:- they've earned a spell and we wish 
them all a good voyage and a rattling good 
time in Aussie.

that:- the officers who were with the Yanks 
say that the 46^th Imperial put up a wonderful 
scrap and won praise from both Aussies and 
Yanks.

SERIAL STORY

The Love of a Lancejack

Mildred fixed her burning gaze o the enemy 
aeroplane which immediately burst into flame, 
the aviators sprang on to a passing cloud 
and with difficulty saved their lives by 
sliding down the raindrops. At this moment 
Hemlock Jones threw away the pin which he 
had used to disguise himself as a Mills bomb. 
"Ha!" he cried "a clew", "garn, a clew me foot", 
said Mildred "that ain't no clew, that's a clean 
shirt from the Corps Laundry, you can tell 
by the chats all over it". "Foiled again" 
said Hemlock, as he stuffed 3 pillows inside 
his waistcoat disguising himself as a Quartermaster. 
At this moment a strong smell 
caused Mildred to faint and the Kaiser 
drove by

To be continued

Ce Ne Fait Rien

Published 
in the Field 
by the 6^th Aust. Bn

Every Friday (sometimes)

Ailly le haut Clocher

11 OCT. 1918

Largest circulation in the World peut etre

The Babbling Brook

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Ode to the Babbling Brook

We've just returned from leave, our stomach's queer 
With 14 days of bonza grub - and beer. 
A rough, thick velvet coat our palate jars 
Through smoking, while away, big fat cigars. 
We lob back with the troops; what does they do? 
They gives us stoo.

Just spuds and meat with lumps o' fat: plain stoo; 
For us wot's just et quail and turkey too, 
Then washed it down with quarts o' bon champagne, 
Then taxied round a bit, then et again, 
Then back to war again, the game's napoo 
They gives us stoo.

But when I think of that wet Winter's night:

We'd had 4 days of almost solid fight, 
And Fritzie's guns had nearly pulped our trenches, 
We lived and fought 'mid mud and rotten stenches 
At last we got relieved, we're cold and blue; 
They gives us stoo. 
And when I'm really hungry, let me look 
Into a dish of stew, made by our cook 
And when we snuff; why heaven will always do 
(If) they gives us stoo.

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Battalion Beauties

A dinkum 
"Aussie" girl who 
wishes to correspond with 
an Anzac (see us about it) 
Ed.

"ON DIT"

They say:- That the Battalion got a good haul from 
the Australian Comforts this week.

that:- the footballs just came in time for the sports. 
that:- certain Transport men present a dazzling 
spectacle when they get a days leave. 
that:- a well known Battalion will have "to go 
some" if they want to beat the 6^th. 
that:- there are some hot stories told every 
evening in the Sergeants Mess. 
that:- they'll have to hustle if they want to 
beat the ones that were told in the mess 
when we were sergeants. 
that:- Lieut. Bristow is now well on his way 
to "Aussie" and the Transport is once 
again left without a guiding hand. 
that:- they can take care of themselves, anyway. 
that:- A certainly captains decoration looks very 
well and is most popular. 
that:- Cpl. Spreadbrough is spending a lot of 
his time with a well known bint. 
that:- the Padre is pleased to see at least one 
Earnest Christian in the unit. 
that:- L/Cpl. McNicol never passes a certain 
estaminet without going in to see the time. 
that:- Cpl. Campbell wants to know why his 
girl has never been shown in Bn. Beauties 
that:- the Doc's dingbat is pretty wisp. 
that:- "Jerry's coomin'" and if he keeps on we'll 
soon have the whole Boche army making roads. 
that:- a well known private is carrying a couple 
of chevrons around in his pack. 
that:- he'll soon be able to sew 'em on.

WAR NEWS

from our special correspondent 
at the front:- A considerable 
gain and some booty was 
captured on the Ailly 
front when Cpl.— 
headed 'em 11 times 
yesterday.

Heavy firing was reported 
South of Ailly and slight 
casualties were inflected 
on our targets.

The above report is 
unconfirmed, it is rumoured 
that we didn't go to the 
range, as heavy rain 
hampered our operations 
Tanks were brought 
into action in the 
vicinity of the canteen. 
A new push has been 
started at Little Lons. 
so far with some success.

Who's Which

in the 6^th

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Floss

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Floss was born in the Bn. 
at Parret Camp, (near Kemmel) 
about 12 months ago. Her 
mother was picked up in 
one of the shall shattered 
French villages and acted as 
a battalion mascot until Floss 
arrived. Floss caught her 
1st rat recently and tried to 
play with it, but the rotend 
bit her nose, now Floss kills 
'em first and plays after. 
Floss is frequently under 
fire and was shelled for the 
1st time when she was 2 days old.

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Sergt. 
Edney 
our genial 
orderly Room 
Sergeant.

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Cpl. Neate

of the Bn. 
pioneers 
who is demonstrating 
how much work 
can really be done 
in one day.

 

 

Become a Contributor

NOW

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FIG 1
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FIG 2

Don't be a 
Boob. Contribute to 
your Battalion Paper 
"Ce Ne Fait Rien" and 
develop your mind. Why 
have an empty dome like 
the Gink in Fig. 1?, when by 
sending a few gags to 
your paper you can 
easily increase your brain 
by 7lbs a week as in 
FIG 2

Ce Ne Fait Rien

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Friday 17.10.18

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Ask your R.M.O. for 
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written by Janet Spark, Mattra

[*12-34*]

TO FRANCE 

Brave France! Dear France!
To thee our thoughts are turning.

Proud France! Great France! 
Our hearts with love are burning. 
Our sons are there, our dead lie there, 
For them our hearts are yearning. 
Because they gave their lives to thee, 
Because of them thy land shall be 
A consecrated ground. 
Because with yours they bravely stood 
In comradeship and brotherhood, 
And thy wounds are our wounds, 
"That we must help to bind— 
It is our pride to help thee now— 
One thought, one heart, one mind. 
Great land, dear land of chivalry, 
Take all we give in sympathy— 
The rich man's princely gift, 
The widow's generous mite— 
In one greathearted cause 
Australians all unite.

Contributed by Pte D. Igger

A loud triumphant shout rings o'er the land, 
A cry of mingled praise and victory. 
The smoke drifts Eastward and the Hunnish ban 
band 
Fall back, their crimes become past history, 
The victories wither like a frail flower, 
Their dreams of World conquest all go phut. 
But what care we, we're happy every hour 
In Ailly, where the pubs are never shut. 
Where live the bonza bints, the boshter tarts 
Their smiles play havoc with our Aussie 
hearts. 
We've left the war, let others play our parts. 
to be continued

"Ce Ne Fait Rien" 17-10-18

Ailly

le haut

clocher

Published in the field by the 6^th Bn. A.I.F.

Every Friday (peut etre). Circulation overr 1 million

I know a quiet mare, she is kind and good and fair

With a disposition like a gentle lamb

She has got no known folly; and the transport call her Dolly

But her riders often finish with

a damn!

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We've an officer known as Buller,

After dinner none get fuller:

Then he starts to blow

about his splendid riding.

But now he's quiet and staid,

He got Dolly on parade,

Tried to mount, but Dolly very

quickly fired him.

Now about this quiet steed, all the diggers have agreed

She's the pick of any horse thats in the army,

For she gives us lots of fun, bucks with "cam" or anyone

And she often drives her riders almost balmy.

From Our Contributors

There is a Quartermaster bloke

Whose fondness for a little joke

Is known.

He seizes every common theme

And chages it into a dream,

Which ends up in a sudden scream

Of laughter.

He writes a paper, quite hot stuff

And when he's short and wants a puff;

He advertises.

Asking of us who chance to see,

To let him know of things that we

Have heard of in a companee

Or anywhere.

He kids it's easy; so it is,

Why! Any Dig. could do the biz.

It's simple

But anyway the joke's on him

Our heads are full up to the brim

Of better stuff than writ by him

In Ailly.

And if perchance you fancy that

The breakfast bacon's far too fat

Or overripe

Submit complaints in rhyme or prose,

Stating:- the smell was - well - not rose

He gets the news, and known your woes

The jokes on him.

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battalion Beauties

Drum Major

Guest's

Girl

Our Short Story

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Finee

"On Dit"

They say that an officer recently back from

"Blighty" spends a lot of time teaching a

certain Mam'selle to say :- "You'r a nice boy.

that:- Lt. Tully is making great preparations for Xmas

on Wednesday he collected two ducks.

that:- the Hobo's didn't show up to their usual

form in that cricket match.

that:- the sergeants had some of  the senior

officers to mess on Saturday night and

gave them so much to eat that they

are not feeling comfortable yet.

that:- Harris talks all the time he is working.

that:- He never stops working.

that:- the Padre is going to the Base.

that:- He'll have the time of his life, they don't

know his phurfys there.

that:- Sergt. Errington has a fine eye for

beauty.

that:- Cpl. Stewart doesn't spend all his time

at the Transport lines.

that:- We are getting so close to Holland that

some of our shells have been interned for

crossing the frontier.

Answers to soldiers letters

Anxious:- No, peace hasn't been declared, that yarn

came from the canteen. S.O.S.; No, that isn't

true about the A.A. bringing down an enemy 'plane
"it isn't done, y'know!" Green eye; Whats her

name? I think it must be the same bint Sergt. Ferry

is fond of. Disappointed; Yes, a lot of us

were watching those apples.

Our Serial Story

"The Man in the Gas Mask"

A strong smell of benzine drifted into

the room. "Ha, Ha"! said Le Cue the great

detective "a motorbike outside", but it was

only Pompy cleaning the Battalion lids,

"Foiled again" mutted Le Cue. Just then a

succession of thuds in the next room brought

him to the door in a bound but only to see

Lilian his gentle daughter, strangling

another debt collector. "Shall I throw him

in the well with the others"? asked the

innocent maiden, "No" hissed Le Cue "Our

meat coupons have run out.

Whiz-z-z-z-Bang! a 77 shell

knocked the cigar out of the

detective's mouth and the house

burst into flames just as the walls

fell in and the - to be continued

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Le Cue

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Who's Which

in the 

6^th

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The 

Canteen 

Officer

Once 

upon a time

there was a 

bunch of diggers

kept busy getting

feed for the guns

from ANZAC 

Beach.

They were a

pretty hefty mob

and could unload

more shells in a minute

than all the other working parties put

together. Lt. Burke was then a digger

and was "some worker". At that time

no one dreamed that some day we

would have to call him Mister

he was just 

plain 

Teddy.

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Padre

Dexter

D.S.O., M.C., D.C.M

paid a visit

to the Sixth

this week.

We have

never seen

the Padre

without 

a smile

on is

dial.

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That 

cricket

match

between the

Hobo's and Details

was a sad blow

to Joe; he never smiled

again.

 

Ce Ne fait Rien

25-10-18

6^th Bn

A.I.F.

A Field Day

on the 

Somme

[*12-36*]

A[il]ly

le

haut

Clocher

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A few styles of

salutes seen from the

Press

stand.

One of the

"best of

people"

takes 

an

interest

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The Transport Section made a fine

showing and were quite happy in spite

of the fact that they had most of the

Brass Hats running around telling them

to get off the "____" Earth.

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Everyone

agreed

that the

Adjutant

cut a

very fine

figure

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The Q.M. watched the

proceedings from a distance

He likes to see the soldiers

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"Wheels"

the Bn.

watchmaker was there

and would have done 

well except that when

the order to "fix

Bayonets" was given,

Wheels found that he

had left his at home.

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Some of

the Hobo's

who very 

seldom

parade

got 

their

feet

into

a

mix

at

times.

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There 

were

more Brass Hats

present than

we usually see.

(usually we are

too far forward.)

The Q.M's staff were

on parade and the

C.O. liked their drill so

much he has ordered them

to parade every day till

further orders.

 

 

Advertising Section 25 Oct.

Ce Ne Fait Rien

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Don't be plain.

come to the

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Beauty Parlours

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THE SIXTH

[*12-37*]

There's fellows with learning who linger at home

And to share in the fight they never will roam;

Theres many a fellow who can't write his name

Who's won for Australia an undying fame:

The last are not heroes, so they themselves say,

But they fight like the Trojans:- for 6 bob a day.

Tho' wounded and weary they stick to their task

An occasional rest is all that they ask.

You know whom I'm telling of - you of the Sixth;

The Div'y that fights and conquering sticks

Alongside the others, Fifth, Second and Third

And the wonderful Forth, of which much is heard;

In fact the whole Corps is a marvelous crowd

Whose praises brave Rawlinsons', telling aloud

But the pick of the bunch is shown by a sign

Those men who are wearing - like colours to mine

To show their Brigade they were a bright red,

For Unit, the purple - of Kings, so 't'is said

Let's make it our motto and hold to it fast

Through good and bad weather right up to the last -

Each must do his very best bit to maintain

The red and the purple without sign of stain.

A toast to the colours; let's

drink to them then

"The Red and the

Purple, the colours 

of Men".

Battalion 

Beauties

Lt. Dunn's

Donah

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Agents and

Correspondents

Wanted

in every Coy.

for

"Ce Ne Fait Rien"

The Bonza Paper

 

 

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Contributed to

Ce Ne Fait Rien

by GF.

Christmas In The North Pole Op in Flanders

Won't make much difference to us. We'll freeze anyway.

[*12-38*]

 

CE NE FAIT RIEN 25-10-18

Published in the Field every Friday by the 6^th Bn.

(½D) Circulation the largest in the World (½D)

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ON DIT

They say that a well

known officer and his

charger were both too sick

for church parade last Sunday

but a day in bed soon put them right.

That:- the dingbats have given up smoking

Lieutenant '___'s cigarettes.

that:- He counts 'em every night.

that:- if this ruddy war doesn't end very soon

they'll want a new map in the Orderly Room.

that:- if A company hadn't played on Wednesday

afternoon the Transport Q.M. Team might have

won.

that:- anyway they gave Lt Christian M.C. a few

spills and that's some compensation.

that:- it's no use bumping Ballo, he doesn't even

notice it.

that:- Pte. Gifford is frequently seen near where

Marie Louise lives.

that:- Sergt. Hammond has a claim there and is

going to defend the place with some of his

Lewis Guns.

that:- Pte. Cruse is learning to sing the "La Vat Tory

Homme" song.

that:- when the General Salute was sounded

the other day, the brakemen on the limbers

remained leaning over the tailboards.

that:- they thought the order only applied to

soldiers.

that:- certain cooks never get any fatter even

with all the extra rations they get.

that:- we didn't mention Catchpole.

Who's Which in the 

Sixth.

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C.Q.M.S.

STEVENS

"stevo" he is known to all

the boys; is always ready to

keep his company ahead of

all the others. He plays a

prominent part in their

football games, wins races for

them and they are always

sure of their rations in the

line. when Stevo is on the job.

This week we had

a visit from an M.O.

who was formerly

attached to the 6^th

and did great

work with us in

Gallipoli, France

and Flanders. He is

now with the 2^nd Divy.

Major Wall M.C.

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Ce Ne Fait Rien

Edited in the Field

25-10-18

Published every

Friday (peut etre)

All the wit, art,

and news of the 6^th

for a halfpenny.

[*12-40*]

Temporary Private and acting

Lance Corporal Windy S.O.S.

official story writer for

C'na fairy snifter

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Our

Serial Story

Mangled Mangols

or

Marie's Misdeeds

'Twas a dark and

starry night as

Marie tripped

across the ice on

the top of the little dried up

brook. "How did you enjoy your trip?"

asked Jacques, "What trip?" enquired

the gentle maid. "Why'! said Jacques "didn't

I see you trip on the ice just now."

Grinding her teeth with rage the innocent girl

drew her stiletto and cutting a quid of

issue tobacco she plunged it between her

ruby lips. Marie presented a charming

picture of young girlhood as she stood in

her hugh sabots thick with creamy Flanders

soil, and issue socks graceing her bovine

ankles. A short figured skirt fell to her

knees, the figures were OATS 100 LBS. Army

ration. Her flushed cheeks presented

that picture of health, which can only

be produced by sleeping in a Picardy

room without ventilation and eating a

heavy breakfast of war bread, fat

bacon and black coffee. jacques

was Maries lover, he was a sailor

and had several wives and a large

family :- to be continued

POETS CORNER

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H.E. Whizbang Shelley

the official Poet

of "Ce Ne Fait Rien"

If you don't like

his work, you

are invited to

come and tell

him.

Please bring your

own coffins.

Autumn Leaves

An unseen artist with a 

lavish palette

And colours mix't beyond the skill

of man,

Has passed by every rustic ville and

hamelit

Touching each tree with glowing red and tan,

The poplars _^then he tints with every shade of yellow,

The Birches blush like furnace flames aglow,

The Hawthorne hedge with berries red and melow,

And carmined leaves lie on the grass below.

Well! any mug could write such punk as this is,

It's just like taking candy from a kid

But writing poems is not my usual biz.

Before the war, I'll tell you what I did:-

When I was young I took as my profession

The scientific game of burglery.

And once a year I had a quiet session

And undertook a task of mystery

With one small pea and 3 shells of the walnut

I educated boobs from country towns,

At other times I'd cook at shearer's hut

Then go and pinch the squatters prize greyhounds.

So if you think the meters not too perfect

Just come and tell me, when you pass this way,

I'll treat you with regard and great respect,

And guarantee you'll have no more to say.

 

 

Facts and Fiction

Ce Ne Fait Rien

Ailly le haut clocher

25-10-18

[*12-41*]

The Great War by our corresppondent

at the front and also at the tradesmen's

entrance :-

On the Sickem Sector the army under

Meadow Marshal Dug-out have captured

the town of Booze-sur-Spree and found

many civilians in the town including a

regimental band, some orderly room

clerks and a brigade staff.

On the Ailly front hostile artillery

was active on Wednesday many big

Guns were in action

Don Company had one casualty; his last

words were for country and freedom :-

"Don't chase the sparrows away you might

be a sparrow yourself some day."

Heavy firing was reported and the

R.S.M. and C.S.M. Don Coy came into

action.

R.A.F. Report :- Owing to heavy clouds,

wind, mist, rain, hail, snow and fog

banks our machines were prevented

from carrying out their usual work

but we managed to drop 10000000

tons of bombs on hostile Q.M. stores

and shot down 599 planes and brought

down 2001 out of control.

One of our night photographing machines

is missing.

We also took many moving pictures

and machine gunned numerous fields

in the forward area.

One of our machines reported missing

has since returned.

Owing to the war "Ce Ne Fait Rien"

has run out of paper. this will

increase the cost of production

1 per cent, in future the half

penny copies will be 110 francs.

The Bn. has just received 30 cases

from the Aust. Comforts Fund.

Hand drawn illustration - see original document 

"Goo" the official artist

of "Ce Ne Fait Rien" he

is the greatest artist

the war has produced.

if you don't believe it

come and see him, he

weighs about 20 stone.

Our Short

Story

Out'er the line

Bonza time.

We don't care

If we never go

there.

If the C.O's away

Sing Hip Hooray!

What a time

No Five Nine.

Sports Friday

Well, I should

say.

Route March

instead

I'll swing the lead.

At the Theatres

Lyceum:- "The Flight of the 5^th"

or "after you with the Brasso."

Lyric:- "Some have Greatness"

or "the New Lance jack."

His Majesties "The Great War"

or "I wouldn't be in it."

Orpheum:- Juggling and other feats

on the army rations.

Opera House:- Pursued by Thousands

or "a shirt from the Army Laundry.

Answers to Soldiers Letters

Bid; No I wouldn't have anything to

do with her, the M.O. was billeted

there.

A.Z.B; No, they have that red on

their caps so that no one else

will take 'em.

Mick; Yes, they're real soldiers,

they came from the 21^st Bn.