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and then a wit from somewhere up aloft slowly let a very large ripe pumpkin slowly down almost in his arms. on a rope It simply brought the house down, and it had its effect. One of the Tasmanian Infantry dressed in ladies evening dress simply looked a big dear. How on earth he rigged himself up I don't know. He sang "Thora" in the highest feminine voice straight at the blushing & most uncomfortable colonel on the stage in front of him. The crowd were in roars, and each time this gawky-limbed, loose-jointed, apparition of femininity lurched towards the colonel with out stretched arms and sang "Come. Come. COME", - well, you should have heard the roars of anguish and delight from the chaps. It's on occasions like this that we can get back on the 'heads', who at other times wont come when we desire their presence. But I can't make a picture of this animated scene appear real, so I won't try further. But it It is one of the things which will remain forever in my mind. That men on such serious missions could plan, arrange, carry out such a frivolous affair, some people would have put down to the "irresponsibility" of the Australian soldier. Perhaps so. Australia's name is forever mud in Egypt : he has been irresponsible there. But we have heard so many grand tales of our chaps "irresponsibility" in the Gallipoli fighting, that I for one put a great part of their success down to this don't care spirit of nonchalance. And so in this evening they did not have room in their heads, men & officers alike, for the more serious side of their undertaking. Yes