And a little later when the men burst into an excessively loud hurrah to annihilate the voice of "Jazz" an elderly British colonel came over to them and inquired of a young American officer nearby:
"Splendid lungs your chaps have! But, really, what are they cheering for now?"
"Oh," returned the American, who very well knew why, "they're like that. Always cheering about something. Shall I stop it?"
"No, indeed! I think it's splendid."
So that adventure passed over nicely and "Jazz" went on in a "goods van" with the kit bags to another British sea port. After that there wasn't any further trouble.
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WHERE LANGUAGE FAILS.
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Remember along about examination time how [you used to think Hades] would be a good place for the professor?
Two Williams College graduates have had the pleasure of meeting their old French teacher in the nearest earthly approach to the Inferno—the trenches.
Officers now, the ex-students finally readied the battalion commander's post in a certain sector after a two-mile trudge from the rear through mud and ice water up to their hips.
A French interpreter met them at the door of the post.