Volume 156 — BUSINESS AS USUAL.

Rolling stones like Edward Ross Never gather any moss. He was one of those who think it's Easier to gather trinkets— Silver watch or golden chain, Purse or bag or châtelaine; So that at the age of thirty, Though his clothes were old and dirty, Yet there were no flies upon Edward, as you'll see anon. Just before the Mons Retreat He emerged upon the street From His Majesty's Hotel, Where they'd kept him safe and well, Gratis. But, in spite of this, Ted Caught the fever and enlisted. 'Twas our gallant pocket-sniper's Fate to find himself at Wipers, And because he showed no fear He was made a pioneer. For the very sight of wire Always set his soul afire (We are bound by early habits— It reminded him of rabbits); If the Huns but showed an inch of it Teddy took what he could pinch of it, Which was all, for, as I've said, Flies were not at home on Ted. Once our friend, by sad mishap, Fell into a German sap, And, on rising to depart, Found a pistol at his heart. Feeling almost at a loss, "Kamerad!" said Edward Ross. Through some miles of trench they went Till they reached a swagger tent Where a German General sat In a highly polished hat (Clearly an important man), Studying a priceless plan. Ted; who felt he simply hated him, While the man interrogated him, Quite adroitly picked the plan off That astonished Hun and ran off. Teddy's captor, who to stop him Simply had to shoot and drop him, Fired his pistol twice, but clicked it All in vain, for Ted had picked it— Picked the tool that looked so grim After they had collared him, While his escort dodged a dud Outside in the Flanders mud. For on Ross, remember, please, Flies were always ill at ease. But the crowning insult he Added to the injury Still remains to tell. As Teddy Snatched the priceless plan and fled, he Also pinched the polished hat, Saying, as he vanished, that, When in England far from here, He would like a souvenir Of the pleasant time he'd spent In a German General's tent, As a proof for English eyes That he wasn't telling lies. Though pursued by two or more Furious German Army Corps 'Twere superfluous to say That our hero got away, For on coves of Edward's mettle Flies are ill-advised to settle.