STOPPING THE DONKEY
He was instructing some recruits in the mysteries of marching movements. After explaining and illustrating his remarks several times he approached one recruit, looked at him silently for a couple of seconds, then demanded his name.
“Fitzgerald, sorr,” was the answer.
“Did you ever drive a donkey, Fitzgerald?” was his next inquiry.
“Yes, sorr,” was the man’s reply.
“What did you say when you wanted him to stop?”
“Whoa.”
The sergeant turned away and immediately put his squad in motion again. The men advanced a dozen yards or so, when he rasped out:
“Squad, halt! Whoa, Fitzgerald!”