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Show Regrettable Error. The battalion was In camp. Tents had been pitched and all made shipshape. ship-shape. The cooks had lit their flies and dixies were simmering sweetly. The sergeant major made Ills rounds. "Tripe and unyuns for supper," he said. "Get the tripe ready." One of the cooks looked up In surprise. sur-prise. "But whore's the troipe, slr7" lie-asked. lie-asked. "Hanging up on that tent polo," was the reply. "Lor'," said the cook, "an' I just been wiping me 'amis on it I Tort It was a dirty towel." London Answers. |