The Mud Larks

I. The "Ferts" II. Otto III. A. E.'S Bath and Brock's Benefit IV. The Messless Mess V. Climate at the Front VI. The Padre VII. The Riding-Master VIII. National Anthem IX. Horse...

The Skipper, picturesquely clad in boots (gum, high) and a goat's skin, flung himself on the east wing, and became an animated buttress. Albert Edward climbed aloft and sat on t...

"You oughter do cowboy stunts for the movin' pictures, Number Six, you ought really. People would pay money to see you ride a norse upside down like that. Got a strain of wild C...

But I am not entirely of the vulgar opinion. The finished politician may not be a subject for odes, but a political education is a great asset to any man. Our Mess President, Wi...

The brigade of infantry that is camped in front of my dug-out ("Mon Repos") is a Scots brigade. Not temporary Scots from the Highlands of Commissioner Street, Jo'burg, and Hasti...

He was clane mad. "God save us all when he gets that chain off him!" I says. "God save us it is!" says Mikeen, looking around for a tree to shin.

As soon as their nosebags were on he commenced to move stealthily towards the lines, timing himself to arrive just as the nosebags came off and the hay-nets went up. He then gli...

"Fetch a dog, sir," answered Albert Edward, mindful of his friend The O'Murphy. The General sneered, "Dog be blowed! What's the matter with the old-fashioned cat? I've got a pla...

"The respirator once in position, pass the good news on to your comrades by performing _fortissimo_ on one of the numerous alarums with which every nice front line is liberally...

"Put up seventeen hares and ten covey of partridges visiting outposts to-day--take my advice and scrap that moustache while you're about it, it must be a heavy drain on your sys...

I protested that it was. He shook his head with great conviction, "Never! The nose in this photograph is straight; the ears retiring; the jaw, normal. While with you---- [Contin...