Why Sergeants Are Liked
For a miserable hour the new squad had been drilled by the sergeant, and then this army product remarked sweetly to the men:
“When I was a child I had a set of wooden soldiers. There was a poor little boy in the neighborhood and after I had been to Sunday school one day and listened to a talk on the beauties of charity I was softened enough to give them to him. Then I wanted them back and cried, but my mother said:
“‘Don’t cry, Bertie, some day you will get your wooden soldiers back.’
“And believe me, you lob-sided, mutton-headed, goofus-brained set of certified rolling-pins, that day has come.”
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