Volume 150 — MEDICALLY UNFIT.
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For weight of years some men must stay And some must pause for lack, And some there are would be away But duty holds them back, Driving the jobs at home that must be done To smash the Hun. And others, whether old or young, Refuse to wait behind; And some with scarcely half a lung Have found the doctors kind; Yet never once did any listen to my tick But barred me quick. And some whose place should be the van Are doing nothing much; By all the blood that beats in Man I would that any such Could loan me, while he plays the skulker's part, His coward heart.