As the leading company was nearing the saluting-base the captain glanced round to see if his men were marching well, and was horrified to see the whole of the front two ranks bunched up in the middle and every man watching the commanding officer’s efforts to retain his seat.
“Ease off, there!” he shouted, angrily.
“No ’ee ain’t,” said a young recruit, “but ’ee soon will be!”
SOUNDS LOGICAL
Pat, who had joined the new army, was given his uniform by the quartermaster. Everything fitted all right till he came to put on the trousers, which he said were far too tight.
“No, no,” said the quartermaster; “they’re fine.”
“I tell you they are too tight,” said Pat. “They are tighter than me skin.”
“Nonsense, Pat; how can they be tighter than your skin?”
“Begorra!” exclaimed Pat. “I can sit down in my skin, but I can’t sit down in the trousers.”