PAYING HIS RESPECTS
A soldier had died, and a very unpopular sergeant was making a “voluntary” levy of a shilling per man to be sent to the dead soldier’s widow. He came to Mick, an Irishman, who was always in trouble, and who hated the sergeant.
“Now, Mick, my man, where’s your shilling?”
Mick slowly put his hand in his pocket, and as slowly withdrew it. He looked lovingly at the shilling as it lay in his palm, and then passed it over to the sergeant.
“There it is,” he said, “and I’d gladly make it a sovereign if it was for you.”