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Ag pleez Deddy won't you take us to the wrestling / We wanna see an ou called Sky High Lee / When he fights Willie Liebenberg / There's gonna be a murder / 'Cos Willie's gonna donner that blerrie yank

They went into the pub and started a fight. One that was just bad enough for someone to call the boere. When the gattas arrived they got donnered for their trouble.

O sweet little wearers of round hats. O dainty donners of Mauve silks and sprigged muslins—I hear a voice saying—there was a time when all the ladies of Rome, with perfumes and fans, went daily to the

“Gathered in circle, / With clangour of armour, / Our youth struck the mighty / Donners of armlets: / Limbs dead and bloody / Glutted the death-birds. / Who shall avenge now / The mighty belt-wearer?”

Tony Rossitto, grand opera tenor, who is in the ranks at Camp Sherman, is spending the week here and has been permitted to sing at the barracks and Broadway Theater. He is beiing^([sic]) billed about