Show A DREAM DREA COME IE TRUE I i S When I was a little child said the sergeant addressing his men menat menat menat at the end of an exhausting drill I had a set of wooden soldiers There was a poor boy in the neighborhood and after I had listened to the beauties of ot charity I softened enough to give them to him Then I wanted them back and cried he continued quietly But my mother said Dont cry Tom Some day you will get your wooden soldiers back And shouted the sergeant glaring glaring glar glar- ing at his men believe me that day has bas come |