Show A DREAM COME tE TRUE J 1 When I was a little child said the sergeant addressing his men atthe atthe at atthe the end of an exhausting drill I had a set of ot wooden soldiers There was a poor boy in the neighborhood and after I had listened to the beauties of 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 glaring glar glar- ing at his men believe belleve me that day has come |