“The Canadian rifles, you qualified blighter,” shouted the enraged officer.
There was a long period of quiet while the Canadian watched the Yorkshireman’s obviously ready rifle. Then there was a moan from the sentry:
“Blowed if I hain’t forgot what to say next!”
SO THERE’S PLENTY OF IT
William Thaw, the young Pittsburgh millionaire who has done such wonderful flying in France, was being praised at a luncheon party.
“Mr. Thaw,” said a pretty girl, “is as brave as he is witty. I saw him make a splendid flight one day, and on his descent I said to him:
“‘Flying requires some special application, doesn’t it?’
“‘Oh, no,’ said he. ‘Any old kind of horse liniment will do.’”
LIVELY ENEMY
A company of very new soldiers were out on a wide heath, practicing the art of taking cover. The officer in charge of them turned to one of the rawest of his men.