Life — April 4, 1901 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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“All sentiment’s respectfully declined.”* My Lord, you are really bilious! To you I appeal, sir, I trust you may feel, sir, My look, which is quite superei As a sanguinary statesman I’m a peach! And, dear Marquis, I am far beyond your reach, And superior! My thirst for blood is strictly Simon pure! In this respect I'm very sure that you're My inferior! Who started the African war but me? It's Chamberlain's war, you know. I sewed up the shroud of the Boers, and I'm proud of The act, though it's been beastly slow. (At this juncture @ sudden interruption oceurs, and the music ceases abruptly. The back of the stage becomes dim, and a vision of a Boer village appears. The houses are in flames, and @ group of British soldiers is engaged in an ordinary scene of plunder, using (heir bayonets freely and carrying off the women, Both attors start back in dismay. The scene then fades rapidly, and, as a bugle sounds briskly, General Kitchener ts observed riding upon a charger. He bows, alights, steps forward and sings.) Song of Loot— RAL KITCHENER, A haughty British soldier I, of most ap- proved design, All sentiment that’s sickly I respectfully decline. I take my cue from financiers who rule the Chureh and State, Who slyly say my motto should be this: xterminate !"" To plunder and burn At every turn Is the civilized thing to do. From Chureh and State, To “exterminate” Is the British soldier's cue! When Tommy loots and pillages and let's the dum dum fly, He knows who is behind him and ‘his not to reason why"; And though the leaders lift their eyes and tell him to be good, They yet contrive to bear the sight with Christian fortitude. To murder and loot Is the proper fruit For a Christian State to show, While we pray for might To guide us right! It's the civilized thing, you know. y brow yet shines with glory o'er the Soudan’s countless dead ; The medals on my breast attest the way such deeds are fe And though I find on Afric’s shore a harder task assigned, “We're Bobs and Buller.” I beg to state all sentiment’s respectfully declined. We must kill ‘em off While the critics scoff, And the Heathen wonder why. And plunder and burn At every turn, While we wink the other eye. cuonus. He's here to obey both Church and State, And the word they give is Exterminate (He retires and ts reeulled three times, while bouquets are thrown at him from all over the house. Then on one site enters, at the head of an awkward squad, Generat Buller, and on the other ~ Lord Roberts, at the head of a company of infantry They salute each other and then adeance.) Duet—Bors axp Beier noTit. AWe're Bobs and Buller, a goodly pair, Though very unequal laurels we share. pops. Mine were plenty and some to spare. BULLE But mine were only conditional. potit. We're a pair of punitive English birds, Our methods vary, as whey from curds. comicbooks.com