God Help Us For We Knew The

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.

For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.

The First Condition Of Understanding A Foreign Country Is To Smell It.