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vo4 R द6भान उ9ों९ Broadbent writhes within his sweater, Gottlieb fails to find his better, Wolff-Malm mentions “donnerwetter' On the Courts Now our days at Leeds are over, Kumati. We must leave this bed of clover, Kumati. While our deeds the V. C.’s telling, And our hearts with pride are swelling, For the last time we are yelling. Kumati. 7une : “THE ROSARY.” The hours I spend with Mrs. Beck Are more than all the lecs. to me; I count the price of fried and scraggy neck : Refectory Refectory Each day I feed, each day the beef Moor minced than yesterday's I see The veal is simply tough beyond belief. Refectory ! Refectory ! Oh, memories of soups that burn, Oh, barren bones and bitter "pops.' I count my beans and strive at last to learn To chew thy chops, Refectory. 锚 锋