Hospital Autograph Book, item 29

• January 12, 2019 20:38:24 Annick Rodriguez

  A. Boil in the kettle, is worth two on the neck

      _______________________

                        Pte P. O'brien

                         Royal Irish Regiment

                                                THE FLAPPER ON THE WALL

  RADDON COURT             WHEN I COME BACK TO BILLETS I MEET YOU AGAIN

  Sept 14 1917                   With your tommy askew on your heart;

                                            I forget all the mud, and the toil in the rain,

                                            When I think of the things we'd said.

                                                            ~~~~~

                                          If we meet in the Cafe you used to frequent

                                         (We'd have met there before once or twice)

                                            When nothing we murmured would ever be meant

                                          And you'd wallow in chocolates and ice

                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~

                                          But you sit up aloft, and you're giving the"eye?

                                         There's  a glass at your pink finger -tips;

                                         And you're looking at me with a glance that is shy

                                         And a damned lucky straw in your tips!

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                      Small service is true service while it lasts

                      Of friends however humble scorn not one

                      The daisy by the shadow that it casts

                       Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun

                                          With best wishes from

                                           Kathleen Hazlitt

                                             St Ives  Hunts

                                               29-1-17

  
  

• January 12, 2019 20:34:09 Annick Rodriguez

  A. Boil in the kettle, is worth two on the neck

      _______________________

                        Pte P. O'brien

                         Royal Irish Regiment

                                                THE FLAPPER ON THE WALL

  RADDON COURT             WHEN I COME BACK TO BILLETS I MEET YOU AGAIN

  Sept 14 1917                   With your tommy askew on your heart;

                                            I forget all the mud, and the toil in the rain,

                                            When I think of the things we'd said.

                                                            ~~~~~

                                          If we meet in the Cafe you used to frequent

                                         (We'd have met there before once or twice)

                                            When nothing we murmured would ever be meant

                                          And you'd wallow in chocolates and ice

                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~

                                          But you sit up aloft, and you're giving the"eye?

                                         There's  a glass at your pink finger -tips;

                                         

  
  

  
  

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• January 12, 2019 18:57:58 Annick Rodriguez

  A. Boil in the kettle, is worth two on the neck

      _______________________

                        Pte P. O'brien

                         Royal Irish Regiment

                                                THE FLAPPER ON THE WALL

  RADDON COURT             WHEN I COME BACK TO BILLETS I MEET YOU AGAIN

  Sept 14 1917                   With your tommy askew on your heart;

                                            I forget all the mud, and the toil in the rain,

                                            When I think of the things we'd said.

                                                            ~~~~~

                                          If we meet in the Cafe you used to frequent

                                         (We'd have met there before once or twice)

                                            When nothing we murmured would ever be meant

                                          And you'd wallow in chocolates and ice

                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~

                                          But you sit up aloft

  
  

  
  

  
  

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