Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 10 April 1937
"Members of the Coronation Contingent have become aggrieved at the publication of newspaper reports that some are searching for girls whom they met during the war and 'left behind them'."— Cable.
I'm rushin' you this note,
An' I want to make it strong.
Thanks for the bits of news you wrote;
But duty calls, an' I got to, floot,
So I can't make this too long.
Well, I want you, Dig, to help me out,
So just spring off your tail
An' scotch these lies that get about—
You've seen the cabled news, no doubt—
And I know a pal won't fail.
TWENTY YEAR! An' me the mug
I was in the days of war!
Lookin' around for a girl to hug!
Me? Long years married safe an' snug.
Wot do they take me for?
Combin' the town for an old romance? . . .
You, Dig, an' me did fine;
We found our fun an' grabbed a chance—
A word, a wink, an' a backward glance—
But no encores for mine!
WOT if the missus came to hear?
Or my eldest, turned eighteen?
The ole man gettin' gay! No fear!
Dad, searchin' London far an' near
For a slab of the might-have-been!
Huntin' the town fer—well, ole lad,
I dare say you know who.
She used to say—— But I ain't mad!
These lies might get a man in bad,
So see what you can do.
TWENTY YEAR . . . . You know her,
Dig.
I wonder how she's grown,
That little peach with her slim, trim rig?
Round as a barrel an' twice as big
With a dozen kids of her own!
Most like —— Get busy, Dig, toot
sweet—
I'd do as much for you——
Just word the wife; but don't repeat
All I have written. Till we meet,
Your wartime cobber,
BLUE.