The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers
The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers
The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers
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THE OllTPOST.<br />
31<br />
1 paid my check at the cash desk and Alison<br />
led the way into Sauchiehall Street.<br />
I have a confused recollection of innumerable<br />
shop windows filled with lay figures in semi·<br />
military dress. One particular outfit remains<br />
in my memory-a vision in a khaki tunic, with<br />
breast and hip pockets, a sash combining the<br />
colours of the Allies, a tartan kilted-skirt, and,<br />
crowning all, a velvet fatigue cap. If these are<br />
the fruits of war, let us have peace! Though<br />
our young men have of necessity donned<br />
military garb, r see no reason for our girls to<br />
follow suit. We should like to return and find<br />
them as feminine as we left them.<br />
By the time we had boarded a westward·<br />
bound car at Charing Cross, I was more tired<br />
than I have been after a day's route·marching.<br />
I was at long-last able to appreciate the temper<br />
of our women folk at the end of an afternoon's<br />
shopping.<br />
" Alison," I said at length, being determined<br />
to keep up, at least, a show of interest on the<br />
subject of fashions, " You haven't said whether<br />
blue is to be popular this Spring. It's the naval<br />
colour, you know, not to speak of the Commercial<br />
Battalion."<br />
" What a pity you weren't in town when<br />
the • Pearl Girl' was at the King's," said<br />
Alison. "It was ripping."<br />
I saw her again on Sunday afternoon, but<br />
Spring fashions did not form the topic of<br />
conversation.<br />
Having safely caugb-t the seven o'clock train<br />
on Monday morning, I spent the journey to<br />
Troon considering whether I was bold enough<br />
to write that ladies' page, but my courage<br />
failed me. <strong>The</strong>se lines, however, bear witness<br />
of my loyalty to Alison's Great Idea--or was it<br />
my own?<br />
OBSEHVER,<br />
I used to know a little maid,<br />
A blossom fair,<br />
With eyes a laughing brownish shade.<br />
'Vith lips that seemed for kisses made,<br />
And finer than an old brocade<br />
Her silken hair.<br />
Her smiles and frowns she threw on all,<br />
Like an expert;<br />
And though but ten years old, and small,<br />
<strong>The</strong> host of gallants she could call<br />
To hold her fan, her glove, her shawl<br />
<strong>The</strong> little flirt!<br />
I used to be her willing slave,<br />
Ah! happy lot!<br />
She scolded, did I misbehave,<br />
<strong>The</strong>n turned at once and quite forgave,<br />
Because she had a boon to crave-<br />
<strong>The</strong> artful tot!<br />
And we were just as chummy then<br />
As churns could be ; <br />
Oft do I remember when <br />
She wished that I were only ten, <br />
Because, she said, she hated men-<br />
All men but me !<br />
But time has passed, and year by year<br />
We both have aged:<br />
She's now eighteen, or very near,<br />
A reigning belle, calm and severe,<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, too, what makes it seem more (lucer,<br />
She's now engaged!<br />
Sometimes I wonder if she thinks<br />
Of days when she <br />
And I were mates in childish jinks. <br />
Ah, no! she's now a frozen Sphinx <br />
For she's engaged, the little minx, <br />
Engaged to me ! ! I<br />
J. M'K,<br />
" <strong>The</strong>y also serve who only stand and wait,"<br />
<strong>The</strong>v also stand who only wait and serve;<br />
Milton was right, but we would tell him straight,<br />
'Waiting and standing need a tombstone's nerve.<br />
* * '* '* *<br />
Someone ventured to explain that "echelon"<br />
was a little animal that changes its colour.<br />
* * * * *<br />
A Battalion hair cut is all the rage. It is<br />
suggested that if our tonsorial artist was to set up<br />
business as a cushion stuffer he'd make a fortune.