“My poor ’usband was shot in the battle,” she said, “and ’e’s passed away.”
The employer was all sympathy, gave the widow the half-crown she ought to have earned, and did the necessary work herself.
The next day she met the neighbor who recommended the woman, and said:
“You’ve heard, I suppose, about Mrs. W.’s husband being killed?”
“Yes,” said her friend. “But she ought to have got over it by now. It was in the Boer war.”
GERMAN GIRLS CAN KNIT
A certain Landwehrman had received his hundredth pair of warm woolen stockings knit by fair hands.
“Fritz must be a regular Don Juan,” said one of his less fortunate comrades.
“No,” said another, a fellow-townsman of the accused. “No, it isn’t that. The fact is, Fritz, before the war came, was teacher in a girls’ school.”