A story is current that a certain colonel of a British regiment offered to give a sovereign for every German killed by any of his men.
It happened shortly after this that a sergeant and a private were out spying around, and took different points for observation.
After a while the private crawled up to the sergeant with a look of suppressed excitement on his face, and in a tense whisper said:
“Here’s a fine piece of luck for us, sergeant! There’s four thousand Germans over yonder, and there’s only you and me for ’em. Won’t we rake some quids in now?”
SPECIMEN WANTED
Mr. Horace Wyndham has published a book on his military experiences, in which he quotes the reply of an Egyptian clerk to a demand for 1,000 rations for a Middlesex Regiment.
“Honorable Sir—Estimable telegram to hand, but not understood. Male sex I know well; ditto female sex. Middlesex, however, not familiar. Please send specimen.”
A LONE EXCEPTION
He was a new recruit home on leave.
“Halloa,” said a friend, “how are you going on? Applied for a commission yet?”