Captain’s Wife:—“Which is the one he wants? There are several hanging here.”
John:—“The one which the Captain believes has poison in it.”
Nothing Else to Do
Sergeant:—“A sentry may not leave his post under any circumstances. Recruit Huber, what would you do if you stood guard at the powder magazine, and there should be an explosion and the whole thing flew into the air?”
Huber:—“Fly with it.”
His Size
“Marie, why did you make the potato dumplings so dreadfully large?”
“Well, you know, madam, that my sweetheart is in the Artillery, and he is used to this size.”