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better airmen but he aint got better Bastards in the bloody trenches."
A wasp with wings like films of honey and a black and golden body takes loving interest in the adamantine visage of the Quarter Master who is trying to make a cigarette with a piece of note paper and rubbed-up pipe-tobacco.                              The friendly insect is at once christened a new name which is vivid enough but inaccurate as a statement of coloring and would probably astonish an entomologist. A sapper with a vocabulary equal to that of the Q.M. increases the length of the name as he deals the sociable visitor a smashing blow with his hat and fells it, in a buzzing fury, to the grass. There, in nervous contortion, it rolls close to the bloom of a dandelion where sleeps a butterfly posed as a jewel of bright enamel on a

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