Punch
_Colonel._ I do mistrust the soft and temperate air That hath so long enwrapped us. No "returns Of bakers," visitations of the Staff, Alarms or inquisitions have disturbed Our ten days' rest. Nothing but casual shells And airy bombs to mind us of the War.
_Orderly Corporal._ Here's a pretty pass. Eyewash, eyewash, eyewash. And such a running to and fro and a go this way and a go that way, and a burnishing up of old brass and a sh...
1. Chapter 1_Colonel._ I do mistrust the soft and temperate air That hath so long enwrapped us. No "returns Of bakers," visitations of the Staff, Alarms or inquisitions have disturbed Our t...
2. Chapter 2_First Cook._ Round about the dixie go; In the dense ingredients throw-- Extra bully, every lump Pinched from some forbidden dump, Biscuits crunched to look like flour, Cabbage...