The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers

70 THE OUTPOST.
:>ang "Three for Jack." After the interval
Sergeant Thomson gave us another reading,
"Devil-may-care," and ':\liss Broadfoot again
appeared with her enchanting strings.
Sergeant Cohen gave us his second impersonation,
this time assuring us that" When I lays
dahn me tools, I lays 'em dahn!" Lieut.
Paterson serenaded us with a nice song.
Lieut. Marr, looking well in his newly acquired
khaki, which he has just donned after wearing
the private's blue serge, cheered us with a song
or two at the piano. The Choir finished the
second half of the entertainment, and Private
Hubbard, the conductor, must be congratulated
on the good performance of his apt pupils.
Altogether it was a most enjoyable evening.
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Ballad of the Summer Girl.
WHAT nymph is she, do you surmise,
Sweet as Aurora at the dawn,
'Whom admiration can't surprise,
To whom all eyes are subtly drawn,
On whom the bhoys are crazy gone,
For whom, late in the afternoon,
They turn out spruce, and well-put-on ?
The Summer Girl has come to Troon.
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THE Battalion Concert, which was held in
the Picture House, on Friday, 19th .!VIarch,
was an artistic and financial success. The
Belgian Relief Fund benefited from the proceeds
to the extent of over £70. The Colonel presided,
and around him were manv of the officers and
their friends, while the non-corns. and privates,
with a sprinkling of civilians, filled the rest of
the house. The Battalion Male Voice Choir
opened the programme with three well-rendered
songs. Private Erskine 3ang " Eleanore," and
as encore gave us Thomas .:\Ioore's touching
ballad, "She is far from the land "
Sergeant Thomson was fine in his rendition of
" The Green Eye of the Little YeUow God"
and "Snarley Yow." Following h:m came
Sergeant Cohen. made up as an old S:-M. 'Qf the
Red ,Army, who expatiated on our modern
mad, methods and weaknesses. Miss B.
Broadfoot treated us to a cOHple of very finely
pl.ayt?d violin solos, and Captain Russell
Nature in nothing else supplies
Such thrills as in that fairy fawn,
She makes the bhoys heave little sighs:
" Sandy, what dae ye think 0' yon? "
" My wor-r-rd, but she's a clinker, John,
I hope I'll get to know her soon! "
'What sets them dreaming thereupon?
The Summer Girl has come to Troon.
Dan Cupid, with his sly allies,
In spite of the 3rd Glasgow's brawn,
His arrow-shooting campaign plies
On promenade, street, links, and lawn.
\vny are our watches in the pawn?
Why are spare sponduliks a boon?
\Vhy have we grown so thin and wan?
The Summer Girl has come to Troon.
L'Envoi.
Princess, I've won no beauty prize,
I want to cut out my platoon;
Let me find favour in her eyes-
The Summer Girl has come to Troon.
W.H.
Dear Papa, I hope you're well,
There's nothing much in Troon to tell,
It's an expensive place, you know,
So please send me a pound or so.
\Ve're shifting under canvas soon,
I'll have to pay a cab from Troon,
Or hire a car to take my stuff
To camp·-I hope there's room enough.
With love, your patriotic kid,
Tom. (P,S.--Don't forget that quid).