AND THERE ARE OTHERS
First Lady—“I see the master cutting a dash this morning. Nobody would think he was hard-up.”
Second Lady—“Lor’ bless yer, no! Since this ’ere Merrytorium come in he walks down the High Street in front of all the shops as though he didn’t owe ’em a penny.”
SOME BONEHEAD
The value of army remounts was exemplified the other day by the cavalry sergeant who lost patience with an awkward recruit.
“Never approach the horses from behind without speaking,” he exclaimed. “If you do they’ll kick you in that thick head of yours, and the end of it will be that we shall have nothing but lame horses in the squadron.”
PROUD OF IT
A train loaded with wounded soldiers drew up at a certain station. Among these was one whose face could not be discerned for bandages.
“You poor, poor boy,” sympathized an English lady, who approached him timidly.
“Madam,” replied the soldier, with as much pride as springing to attention would convey, “don’t pity me. Pity my chums in the train there, who got hit where it won’t show.”