[Editor’s note: The autograph book has been divided into five parts. Below is Part 3: pages 20-29.]

Page 20:
[drawing of a brick wall]
The Wall of Friendship
            Pte Wilfred Hoath
            18^th Lancs Fuslrs
            Orpington Military Hospital

Page 21:
[drawing of a horseshoe & (hammer?)]
Boofies Blighty
            H G Booth  2^nd AM
            RFC
            Jan 1918

Page 22:
[drawing of waterlilies receding into stormy skies]
            W. Matheson
            105 Montgomery St
            Edinburgh
            Scotland

Page 23:
Some fellows like there Sisters,
But I like other chaps sisters best.
            SIG. J.L. DOWGRAY
            13.^TH. BN.
            C.E.F

Page 24:
Let,s fetch the Dixy
The Greasy Dixy.
When the soldier,s stew is [hirmnriy?] to me.
The Stretcher Ready.
So all get steady.
And who will be the, Mess, orderly.
It,s made of – Pork & Beans _{^ ^ ^} Machonochie & Bacon rind.
Water, spuds, & Bully – socks, turnips, and Swine.
There is the Dixy.
The greasy Dixy.
And then, who is the next for stew.
            No 321 Cpl W.J. Archer
            57^th Batt
            A.I.F.
            Blighty

Page 25:
[top of page:]
The Rifle Brigade they go in the line
And the R F A behind them
And when you want Orderleys
You don’t know were to find them
            Rfm George Webb
            10^th Btn Rifle Brigade
            6/1/1918

[bottom of page:]
            William John Archer
            North Steet
            Chewton
            Victoria
            Australia

Page 26:
You may talk of Balaclava
You may talk of Trafalgar Day
But you ought to have seen
The “Wiltshires” landing on Suvla Bay
            Pte A.H. Everett
            5^th Wilts
            Jan 1918

Page 27:
[portrait drawing of girl in hat]
Yours sincerely,
            Sig. R. Howe
            C.F.A.
            28.3.18.

Page 28:
   XXXIII Psalm
The Ford is my (Auto)
I shall not want another.
It maketh me lie Beneath it,
It Soreth my soul.
It leadeth me into the paths of ridicule
For its name sake.
Yea though I ride through the valleys
I am towed up the hills.
I fear much evil.
Thy rods and thy engines discomfort me.
I annoineth my tires with patches
I repair blow outs in the presence of mine enemies.
My radiator runneth over.
And if I follow ford for another
year I shall dwell in the
O.M.H. forever.
            Pte O.A. Ferguson
            210326
            C.A.M.C.

Page 29:
[drawing of a pastoral scene with church]
            HGB  1918