MY LADY NICOTINE
Reading edition
(With thanks to all givers of cigarettes)
The hills of old Gallipoli Are barren and austere, And fairy folk, unhappily, Are few indeed out there. But one I know whose industry Both night and day is seen, For all attest her ministry— My Lady Nicotine.
“APRICOT AGAIN!”
Drawn by DAVID BARKER
I do not pen unfeelingly These random lines of thanks, For I, in old Gallipoli, Am fighting in the ranks. However long the day may be Or cold the watch of night, My lady finds unerringly The road to the respite. Her gift is small and seemingly Of little value, yet It teaches me so charmingly To think and to forget. So I and those along with me In all this dreary scene Unite in giving thanks to thee, My Lady Nicotine. H. G. Garland.
