At six o’clock, military-like, the General was on the steps awaiting his car.
At three minutes past six it swung to the curb. The General, with his eyes a-twinkle, said to the girl, as he took out his watch: “You are three minutes late.”
“That should hardly count with you, General,” was the instant answer. “You are three years late.”
VERY GOOD, PUNCH
A Chertsey pig-breeder has been granted total exemption. The pen, it seems, is still mightier than the sword.—Punch.
HE KNEW ABOUT COWS
Mrs. Parker—“Now, young man, why aren’t you at the Front?”
Young Man (milking cow)—“’Cos there ain’t any milk that end, missus!”
WILLING TO TREAT
Examining Surgeon—“Have you any scars?”