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I. THE RIGHT SORT.

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I. THE RIGHT SORT. [BY LIEUT. J. B. MORTON.] You'll get into it, son." You bet I will." Everyone does. An' it's not a bad game. Why, blow me, you get your keep, board and lodgin'—what more do you want? Good deal more board than lodgin', but that don't do nobody any 'arm. Sleepin' in a natural way's good for a bloke. Never did 'old with feather beds and blinkin' draught-excusers—what d'you call 'em?-You know. After all, fresh air was put 'ere to be breathed wholesale, not taken in bloomin' little retail doses. Mark my words, it's a man's life, an' as for danger—see you here, when anyone starts zn in about danger—tell 'em its dangerous to run for a tram Camden Town way, case 'is bloomin' 'eart goes phut! Danger! It's dangerous to live for fear o' dyin'. What the blazes is life anyway without a bit o' sport. Leastways; that's 'ow I sees it." The youngster, who had come over with a new draft, was imbibing wisdom from a typical old soldier. Curly, as they called him, was renowned for his calm under all circumstances. Curly's friend, Tim, not so long since known to the residents of Putney and to fame as an always cheerful and tolerably efficient barber, added a word here and there. He had joined up early in the war, and felt himself to be quite a veteran cam- paigner, as indeed he was, for the war brings intensive culture to all who serve. So you just get it fixed in your brain- box," Tim was saying to the new arrival. That you're here to put all your grit into the job, and more. Just watch out what the rest of us do, and treat us all as pals. The more you hate doing a thing, the more it's up to you to laugh. Whatever you're told to do, you can take it from me there's a reason, and don't forget that men with red hats get orders, same as you, and per- haps don't like 'em, same as you-but they laugh, same as you've got to. Everybody ZD laughs out here. And there's always helpin' hands ready if you're in difficulties. Isn't there Curly ? Course there is. I've noticed 'em 'eaps of time after my jam." Y u and your jam Forget it, mate." Don't you wish I did, too? One would not, perhaps, imagine that all this conversation was going on within eighty yards of the German line. More- over, the speakers were being shelled unpleasantly. Presently a shell disturbed the parapet, dislodging sandbags and earth. Curly was tumbled to the ground, and got up cursing. The new arrival laughed, shaking the mud off his clothes. What the blazes is makin' you so merry? said Curly. We all laugh out 'ere," said the new arrival, winding a handkerchief round his linger. "Here let's look," said Tim. "Hit, aren't you ? No," said the youngster "Just grazed, like." A shell splinter had torn a bit of flesh out of the side of his little finger. Damned if you won't do," said Tim, admiringly. "Look 'ere," said Curly, you're the right stuff. Shake, mate." Feeling very proud of the honour, the youngster took the grimy hand of the veteran.

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