From the News

Dated: March 8, 1919

Our Own Napoleon.

When Sam Hughes speaks, we all sit still,
And wonder at his thoughts profound.
Of course, it makes us rather ill
To think that he was not around
At Vimy, Ypres, Passchendaele,
To show Haig what he ought to do,
To modify his tactics stale,
And teach him something nice and new.
His genius, born to blush unseen,
Would have improved this war a lot.
And made old Hindenburg turn green,
And caused his plans to go to pot.
Caesar, Napoleon, Foch, and Haig,
What pigmies, dwarfs, beside our own Sir Sam
What tactics dull and somewhat vague.
They lack our general’s fine élan.
‘Tis true, Sam made some slight mistakes,
With rifles, glasses, horses too.
Sam says that these were no great shakes,
And every genius makes a few.
Let us be thankful that we’ve won,
In spite of breaking all ‘the rules;
And take our hats off to the one
Great general in this world of fools.

London, Ont. JACOB TONSON.