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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dummy Bridge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten'<br>Sez Peter Begg, 'I might 'a' made the lot.'<br>''Ow could yeh?' barks ole Poole. ''Ow could yeh, when<br>I 'ad me Queen be'ind?' Sez Begg, 'Wot rot!<br>I slung away me King to take that trick.<br>Which one! Say, ain't yer 'ead a trifle thick?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, don't yeh see that when I plays me King<br>I give yer Queen a chance, an' lost the slam.'<br>But Poole, 'e sez 'e don't see no such thing,<br>So Begg gits 'ot, an' starts to loose a 'Damn.'<br>'E twigs the missus jist in time to check,<br>An' makes it 'Dash,' an' gits red down 'is neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's me an' Peter Begg, an' ole man Poole <br>Neighbours uv mine, that farm a bit close by <br>Jist once a week or so we makes a school,<br>An' gives this game uv Dummy Bridge a fly.<br>Doreen, she 'as her sewing be the fire,<br>The kid's in bed; an' 'ere's me 'eart's desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ome-comfort, peace, the picter uv me wife<br>'Appy at work, me neighbours gathered round<br>All friendly-like - wot more is there in life?<br> I've searched a bit, but better I ain't found.<br>Doreen, she seems content, but in 'er eye<br>I've seen reel pity when the talk gits 'igh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This ev'nin' we 'ad started off reel 'ot:<br> Two little slams, an' Poole, without a score,<br>Still lookin' sore about the cards 'e'd got <br>When, sudden-like, a knock comes to the door.<br>'A visitor,' growls Begg, 'to crool our game.'<br>An' looks at me, as though I was to blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jist as Doreen goes out, I seen 'er grin.<br>'Deal 'em up quick!' I whispers. 'Grab yer 'and,<br>An' look reel occupied when they comes in.<br>Per'aps they'll 'ave the sense to understand.<br>If it's a man, maybe 'e'll make a four;<br>But if' - Then Missus Flood comes in the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas ole Mar Flood, 'er face wrapped in a smile.<br>'Now, boys,' she sez, 'don't let me spoil yer game.<br>I'll jist chat with Doreen a little while;<br>But if yeh stop I'll be ashamed I came.'<br>An' then she waves a letter in 'er 'and.<br>Sez she, 'Our Jim's a soldier! Ain't it grand?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Good boy,' sez Poole. 'Let's see. I make it 'earts.'<br>'Doubled!' shouts Begg...'An' 'e's been in a fight,'<br>Sez Missus Flood, 'out in them furrin' parts.<br>French, I suppose. I can't pronounce it right.<br>'E's been once wounded, somewhere in the leg...'<br>''Ere, Bill! Yeh gone to sleep?' asks Peter Begg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plays me Queen uv Spades, an' plays 'er bad.<br>Begg snorts....'My boy,' sighs Missus Flood. 'My Jim.'...<br>'King 'ere,' laughs Poole. 'That's the last Spade I 'ad.'...<br>Doreen she smiles: 'I'm glad yeh've 'eard from 'im.'...<br>'We're done,' groans Begg. 'Why did yeh nurse yer Ace?'...<br>'My Jim!' An' there was sunlight in 'er face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I always thought a lot of Jim, I did,'<br>Sez Begg. ''E does yeh credit. 'Ere, your deal.'<br>'That's so,' sez Poole. ''E was an all-right kid.<br>No trumps? I'm sorry that's the way yeh feel.<br>'Twill take yeh all yer time to make the book.'...<br>An' then Doreen sends me the wireless look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gets the S.O.S.; but Begg is keen.<br>'My deal,' 'e yaps. 'Wot rotten cards I get.'<br>Ole Missus Flood sits closer to Doreen.<br>'The best,' she whispers, 'I ain't told yeh yet.'<br>I strains me ears, an' leads me King uv Trumps.<br>'Ace 'ere!' grins Begg. Poole throws 'is Queen - an' thumps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That saves me Jack!' 'owls Begg. 'Tough luck ole sport.'...<br>Sez Missus Flood, 'Jim's won a medal, too<br>For doin' somethin' brave at Bullycourt.'...<br>'Play on, play on,' growls Begg. 'It's up to you.'<br>Then I reneges, an' trumps me partner's Ace,<br>An' Poole gets sudden murder in 'is face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'm sick of this 'ere game,' 'e grunts. 'It's tame.'<br>'Righto,' I chips. 'Suppose we toss it in?'<br>Begg don't say nothin'; so we sling the game.<br>On my wife's face I twigs a tiny grin.<br>'Finished?' sez she, su'prised. 'Well, p'r'aps it's right.<br>It looks to me like 'earts was trumps tonight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' so they was. An', say, the game was grand.<br>Two hours we sat while that ole mother told<br>About 'er Jim, 'is letter in 'er 'and,<br>An', on 'er face, a glowing look that rolled<br>The miles all up that lie 'twixt France an' 'ere,<br>An' found 'er son, an' brought 'im very near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A game uv Bridge it was, with 'earts for trumps.<br>We was the dummies, sittin' silent there.<br>I knoo the men, like me, was feelin' chumps:<br>Foolin' with cards while this was in the air.<br>It took Doreen to shove us in our place;<br>An' mother 'eld the lot, right from the Ace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told us 'ow 'e said 'e'd writ before,<br>An' 'ow the letters must 'ave gone astray;<br>An' 'ow the stern ole father still was sore,<br>But looked like 'e'd be soft'nin', day by day;<br>'Ow pride in Jim peeps out be'ind 'is frown,<br>An' 'ow the ole fool 'opes to 'ide it down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I knoo,' she sez. 'I never doubted Jim.<br>But wot could any mother say or do<br>When pryin' folks asked wot become uv 'im,<br>But dropp 'er eyes an' say she never knoo.<br>Now I can lift me 'ead to that sly glance,<br>An' say, 'Jim's fightin', with the rest, in France.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when she's gone, us four we don't require<br>No gossipin' to keep us in imploy.<br>Ole Poole sits starin' 'ard into the fire.<br>I guessed that 'e was thinkin' uv 'is boy,<br>'Oo's been right in it from the very start;<br>An' Poole was thinkin' uv a father's part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then 'e speaks: 'This war 'as turned us 'ard.<br>Suppose, four year ago, yeh said to me<br>That I'd sit 'eedless, starin' at a card<br>While that ole mother - Good Lord!' sez 'e<br>'It takes the women for to put us wise<br>To playin' games in war-time,' 'an 'e sighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' 'ere Doreen sets out to put 'im right.<br>'There's games an' games,' she sez. 'When women starts<br>A hand at Bridge like she 'as played tonight<br>It's Nature teachin' 'em to make it 'earts.<br>The other suits are yours,' she sez; 'but then,<br>That's as it should be, seein' you are men.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Maybe,' sez Poole; an' both gits up to go.<br>I stands beside the door when they are gone,<br>Watching their lanterns swingin' to an' fro,<br>An' 'ears Begg's voice as they goes trudgin' on:<br>'If you 'ad led that Queen we might 'ave made...'<br>'Rubbidge!' shouts Poole. 'You mucked it with yer Spade!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Sez Peter Begg, 'I might 'a' made the lot.'
''Ow could yeh?' barks ole Poole. ''Ow could yeh, when
I 'ad me Queen be'ind?' Sez Begg, 'Wot rot!
I slung away me King to take that trick.
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