Cavalcade Page #3

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(WEEPING)

Oh, now, come on, old girl, now.

Cryin' won't do no good.

Fanny, your old dad's goin' to the war.

He's gonna be

a soldier of the Queen, my lass

Who's been, my lass, to sea

(CHEERING)

How many days will they be at sea,

Colonel?

Sixteen. It's 6,000 miles to South Africa.

You see, they land here at Cape Town,

then proceed by rail to Kimberley.

Then, by forced march, to Mafeking.

Let's hope they get there in time.

Mafeking's in a very bad way.

It's doubtful they can hold out much longer.

(BAND PLAYING)

Isn't it a wonderful sight?

I'm wondering how many of them

will come back alive.

It's come at last, hasn't it, this moment?

- You'll be brave, won't you?

- Take care of yourself.

I shall probably be seasick.

Then lie down flat

on every possible occasion.

- I'll try to remember.

- Bridges will look after you.

Perhaps he'll be lying down flat, too.

- (BAND CONTINUES PLAYING)

- (CHEERING)

This is horrid, isn't it?

I must go, too.

No, not just for a minute.

I really must go.

I'm going to kiss you,

then I want you to turn away

and go on talking so you won't see.

Mm-hmm.

I'm glad I didn't bring Edward and Joey.

They're too young, really,

and they'd get overexcited.

Besides, Joey has a cold.

Take care of yourself, my darling.

I felt you go when I said

that bit about Joey.

Oh, Robert! Robert!

(BAND PLAYING)

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(SHIP HORN CONTINUES)

(SHIP HORN BLARING)

Well, so far, they seem to be all right.

Thank God.

(SCREAMS)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dirty old Kruger! Dirty old Kruger!

Shut up, you silly kid, firing without orders!

- But I'm relieving Mafeking.

- You can't relieve it like that.

All right, then, I'm defending Mafeking.

- Shut up. You're wasting ammunition.

- Bang! Bang! Bang!

Don't do it again!

You kids have no idea how to fight a battle.

- Sorry, Bob.

- Get your men and guns over there.

- You're the Boers.

- But I don't want to be the Boers.

- Somebody's got to be the Boers.

- And that's all a girl's good for.

- I don't want to be the Boers.

- But I tell you.

I won't be the Boers! I won't be the Boers!

I won't be the Boers!

Oh, you cheat!

- Come on. Stop, stop!

- (ALL SHOUTING)

- What's the matter?

- Edith doesn't like being the Boers.

Well, and who would?

- Bang! Bang! Bang!

- Oh, now...

Oh, Joey, you're a naughty,

wicked little boy.

- Go straight upstairs this minute.

- Now, come here, Edith.

(CRYING)

- Come here and don't be so silly.

- Oh, go away, all of you.

Edward, take Joey upstairs.

Can't you play any other game

but soldiers,

fighting each other, killing each other?

(STREET ORGAN PLAYING)

Now, run along up to the nursery,

all of you.

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