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GIRI' GR.L3IMAR S('110I(c i MAGAZINE.

Dccember, 191(.

down near London. Not that Londoners worry about Zeps. much as a rule. It amuses us greatly to read the accounts in the German papers of the "terror-strickened" people of London. When a raid is on, tne chief diffi- culty the police have is to persuade the people to take cover, instead of standing about to watch the show. I belong to the Ambulance Corps. It is in connection with that that I work at the hospital, and we have to go out in event of a raid. So far, we have had no actual work to do, as this part of London hasn't been visited; but we are called up if the guns are heard, and assemble with our stretchers at the Police Station. I am a 'despatch rider.' as 1 cycle, and don't mind riding in the dark. My chief work is to go round and call up any late comers, and to keep up communication with headquarters if the corps has tr. ceparate out. . . . . Please remember me to tmse girls that I know."

was hardly exciting, but still it was nice to be able to help. Then in March 1 got my pro- motion, and am now working in a small local hospital, which has two wards (each of 22 beds), given up to soldiers. It is most inter- esting work, and I love it. Nearly all our cases are surgical, mostly bullet and shrapnel wounds. Of course, they vary. Some are out of hospital in two or three weeks, while we have to keep others months. They are all wonderfully cheerful through it all. One would hardly believe that men could go through all these men have done, and come out Joking at the end. We have one little boy who looks 16. is really Just 18. and whose official age is 21. He enlisted two years ago, and has heen in France a long time. His leg was shat- tered. but they have managed to save it, and now he is wel' enough to wheel himself about In a chair. We have had great excitement this week over the Zep. which was brought

Nightmares.

But exam. results to me it seenls. Do haunt one for a year.

Some people talk of nightmares; They are very bad, no doubt, But worse by far are daymares When exam. results come out. For nightmares are but passing dreams And with daylight disappear;

So people who have nightmares, Take my word, and thankful be That you've nothing worse than nightmarn To drive away your glee. "THE HEAVENLY TWINS' "

Cousin Peter.

M 'R)ER !

"Not for me." said the disgusted Peter; "no perfumed letters for me." "Well, it's got Private P. Smith. A.onomp., 6th Battery, plain's a pikestaff." wald one. "Murder ! I don't like to open it; you open it, Gibbs," said Peter. "Not me!" I might be overpowered," said Gibbs. "Here goes," said Smith. "I hope It's some- thing good. Gee, look at the painted flowers." lie added as he opened the letter and read aloud- "Dear Cousin Peter (It ran),-It is impos- ibie for you to picture the surprise and pless- ure dominant in our minds, when, by a letter from our dear uncle, we found that his son. you. dear Peter. was nighting with the Australian In Prance.

Ain't It hot!" gasped Pri-

vate PI. Smith. "Thought France was a cold place till I was dumpod

ntto it." "C'll this hot?" said Olbbs. "I'd like you to be in the place in Queensland that I hung out in; then you'd have talked about heat." "Private 8mith!" yelled a voice. "Anybody with that uncommon title gracing this trench ?" "Me? Me? That's me!" came several voices. "My name's John." said one. "Mine's P-:er," said our hot friend. "Peter it is!" said the voice. "There's an invitation card been left by mistake for you." "A what." said Private P. "Well, a letter." corrected the bearer. "but golly ! it's still got a faint perfame on it."

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