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Page includes 2 photographs depicting: [Viola?] Westman with unnamed soldier, and "Sapper Parsons 'en route'". Clippings include: a poem, "The Man Who Hasn't Gone," by Frederic H. Bailey; photo of Lieut. A.P. Dowling, accompanied by report that he was severely injured; and a listing of the number of Canadian troops arrived in England in June of 1916.

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  • An Ottawa Officer Reported Wounded. [PHOTOGRAPH] Lieut. A. P. Dowling, son of Mr. and Mrs. D. B. Dowling, McLeod street, who is reported severely wounded by gunshot in the neck. He joined the army as a private and left here as a sergeant with the Sifton Gun Battery. He was given his commission about two months ago. He is well known in Ottawa and is a McGill University man. [end of clipping] [beginning of clipping] THE MAN WHO HASN'T GONE. Frederic H. Bailey. Don't you feel a little lonesome when you walk the city street, And read the sign that's really meant for you, Don't you feel a little shameful when at every step you meet A lad that's dressed in khaki eyeing you; Have you chosen to ignore them? Have you stopped to count the cost? In future years you'll figure up the toll. You'll have earned the name of slacker and the chance that you have lost Will mark the desolation of your soul. Don't you think 'twill be forgotten, no matter where you are, The question to be answered first of all Will be "What was the battalion that you served with at the war?" Can you tell them that you never heard the call, Why, there's some men who are longing to take that trip to France But are hampered, age or sickness foil the plan, I can bring them by the dozens, who'll go with you on the chance, If 'tis only just to help you play the man. You'll be first to do the shouting at the finish of the war, You'll be standing 'mid the women with a flag; You'll be cheering for the Empire as you never cheered before, And forget the days your knees were on the sag. Then you'll go back to the office, the workshop or the store, To find your pay cheque waiting with the "can." The smiling boss with tell you "You're not wanted any more, "The job you held is handed to a man."
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