THE PROFITEER.
"Over the top, with the best of luck!" Sitting at riome you "admire" his pluck, You do not know him, nor do you care So long as you've your easy chair. "What are yer fighting for?" Don't ask me— Ask that blighter there that you see With his patent leathers, his fat cigar, Plenty to eat, and an easy cha-ir. What does he care, with his big account Drawn from the blood of the boys that mount The parapet . there in the dawning light? His only use is for them to fight. ' "Over the to'p and— "Now, , play the game ; Come over with us, or share the- shame Of the bloke on the gate, who doesn't care So long as it's lager. and easy chair. * — A.J.R. in "N.Z. at the Front."
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Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 34, 5 November 1920, Page 1
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133THE PROFITEER. Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 34, 5 November 1920, Page 1
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