It Depends on His Looks
Lieutenant:—“Mayer, suppose you are standing sentry, and an officer, wearing his cloak comes along, you cannot tell whether it is a General or a Captain; what salute would you make?”
Mayer:—“If he looks pleasant I would ‘shoulder arms,’ but if he looks gruff, I had better ‘present arms.’”
Too Far Away
Sergeant:—“Recruit Berger, you were ten minutes late again last night; where were you?”
Berger:—“I—I—was with my sweetheart, and she lives so far away—that——”
Sergeant:—“How many times must you fellows be told that discipline does not bother with love affairs! If you must fall in love, do it near the barracks.”
For His Helmet’s Sake
Sergeant:—“Why must a soldier never lose his head?”
Recruit:—“Because—because—he could never put his helmet on again.”