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stand against the Wop, Jim Perk et si, v/aen they come st you in mass formstion, I did manage to grab me a petrol tin for a writing desk before X made my hasty exit. Now I'm sitting on Hie grass in the orchard, with my back against a cherry tree,- a strategic retreat already planned out in case the billy goat tethered a few feet away, should take advantage of my seeming unpreparedne as to make a frontal attack.
They’re a great bunch, that gang of ours, especially when it comes to getting up in the morning. Reveille is blown at 6,-half an hour later "Meconochie" our esteemed bugler?- pokes his head in the door of our barn to tell us toget up. His efforts usually bring down upon his ivory dome showers of vitriolic abuse. At 7 or thereabouts "cook house" goes, and thenmy troubles- self appointed begin. The "Wop" sleeps next to me, so I start on him. Might say that it has been very close the last few nights, so much so in fact that for half the night I sleep without hardly ary covering on at all. Hot so the "Wop", When he retires, off care his shoes and sox, folds up his tunic for a pillow, then proceeds to put on a thick sweater,and flop8, still with his pants and cap on. Just imagine it]
Well, 'anyway, I sit up'in bed, rub my eyes for a few moments, then start in on Let, He submits to my poundings and exhortations for a little while, contenting himself with calling me a few harsh names. My persuasive methods still continuing: with a threat to beat the can off me, he, too, sits up, and starts his usual search for his sox. Linn and Jim double up, and are always the last to crawl out from under the blankets, Pinn is an awful
man to sleep with, I know, for I’ve been there. Last night Let
says he woke up to find Pinn had swiped all his blankets, arid later on he discovered Pinn wasueing his - Lets- stomach for a pillow.
Pinn never was very particular. And come to think of it, not being a. contortionist, Pinn could hardly use his own stomach for a pillow could he? ,
Had a dandy bath parade a few days ago, the best one as
far as the bath goes, that I’ve ever been on over here. It v/as at
one of the big mines around here. Lockers to put your clothes in— took me backto the old Y days-- and swell showers with oodles of hot water. I must have stayed under mine for 20 minutes. When you consider the 3 or 4 minutes allowed us for our usual "soap on, soap off" baths, you can realize how I enjoyed it.
Had to hang around outside after till the rest of the parade had their innings, so spent the time watching the French Miles, working around the mine. The way some of them could sling around heavy cars of slag wasn't at all slow. Must be hard on 'em, bu$ at that they are doing something useful, which is more than can be said for the <?irls who dish out beer in the estauinets.
The Canadians took over the Y in this town a few days ago, and now I can get a bit of candy every so often. A couple of days ?'before they took it over, thanking that a bar of chocolate or some
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