"WELL," said The Sweep, hat do you think of hem there little old Eyetalians now?"
for much," I said.
"They don't seem to be the nation of eroes that little old Mussolini told them they was," said The Sweep.
hey certainly don't," I said.
"Though you've got to admit that they aint ad a fair chance," said The Sweep.
"Oh?" I said.
"For one thing they didn't expect to fight at all" said The Sweep, cause that aint in their line.
"Thats right, I said.
"and if they did ave to fight" said The Sweep, "they didn't expect the other side to ave any bombers, because they always reckon to do all the bombing their-selves."
"Too true," I sai "And what's more," said The Sweep, "they reckoned they was going to be at least 20-1, about their weight."
I said.
"So you can see why little old Mussolini's gettin excited," said The Sweep.
"You can and all," I said.
"Cor stone the crows," said The Sweep, bet he aint arf leadin orf at somebody."
Not arf," I said "and Td give another quart," said The Sweep, "to see im now that them there little old Abyssinians start gettin their own back. Cor crokey, they'll give em mustard."
"They will and all" I said.
"Them there little old Abyssinians," said The Sweep, "ave got some very nasty obits."
"Very nasty," I said.
"And I wouldn't be surprised," said The Sweep, "if there wasn't a bit of wind up there already."
"Nor me," I said.
"Though it's not rik for you to laugh at," said The Sweep.
"I aint laughing," I said.
"I daresay if you was an Eyetallan in Abyssinia," said The Sweep, "you'd git the wind up yourself."
Not arf I wouldn't," I said or chase my Aunt y round the ud ill said The Sweep. "Cor suffering wa "Cor," I said.
—Gubbins in the "Sunday Express."
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