Show t i 1 T o More Truth Than Poetry 1 0 o I By JAMES J. J MONTAGUE I AN UNFAMILIAR TONGUE 0 Its braw bmw the I T brightly said To Sandy of Dundee He sadly shook his lila massive head A lovely night said he Yell YeU hae a drap of noon On me continued I J That Is a thing I never do doV Was Ws V s his polite reply A crack at gow then wi wi r ye mo mon moi Yere guld guid nae doot ersel No Xo thanks said he my g game me Is gone I never did play well Wed Weel wed weel be beside ide yon on br brawlin burn Well We'll bide and talk I think he said wed best return I feel the need o of tea Fine fine a bannock an and anda a scone e Like only Scots can bake He answered in a listless tone My preference is cake In was vas It that ye said Ye took yere ere law degree An that lass wee o 0 yours ye wed No Na 6 Glasgow answered he be He lIe kindly saw me to the train When hen we had finished hed tea And said he hoped that soon again Hed He'd find tind me in Dundee But when to Scotland next you ou roam roarn He lYe added I 1 expect You'll know enough to leave at home homet That Lauder dialect SUSPICIOUS First robins are singing of ot Spring but In these days of press agents nobody really reS believes them GOOD PRACTISE British Tommies are being taught golf 1 In peace peace poa times it is necessary for the war office to do thing to something some- some keep them fighting mad Copyright 1 1324 1924 24 by the Bell Syndicate Inc i 1 f- f i |