A third shot.
“Miss!”
“Here, hold on!” put in Maj. B. “What are you trying to do? You’re not firing for the target!”
“Of course not!” was the cool response. “I’m firing for those cigars!”
A LADY FROM HELL
Two “kilties” from the same town met in a rest camp “somewhere in France” and started exchanging confidences.
“Whit like a sendoff did yer wuman gie ye, Sandy, when ye left for France?” asked Jock presently.
Sandy lit a fresh cigaret before he replied frankly:
“Says she, ‘Noo, there’s yer train, Sandy; in ye get, an’ see an’ do yer duty. By jingo, ma mannie, if I thocht ye wed shirk it oot yonder I wud see ye was wounded afore ye gang off.’ That’s the sendoff she gaed me, Jock.”