SALVAGE
During the fighting a Highlander had the misfortune to get his head blown off.
A comrade communicated the sad news to another gallant Scot, who asked, anxiously:—
“Where’s his head? He was smoking ma pipe.”
A SOLDIER’S WIFE RELATES THIS
I received a letter from my husband last week, in which he states that he and others were having a glass of beer, when a minister came amongst them and, kneeling down, began to pray, when one of the company present, known as “Stammering Tommy,” closed his eyes and bent his head. When he again opened his eyes, at the close of the prayer, some one had drunk up all his beer. “Eh!” exclaimed Tommy, in astonishment. “M-my b-beer’s all g-gone. I shall w-watch and p-pray n-next t-time.”
IT SAID SO ON THE DOOR
A group of patriotic and very enthusiastic boys was assembled outside a well-known London hospital. A passer-by was asked by one of them:—
“Please, sir, can you tell us which general it is who is in this hospital?”
“General?” replied the man. “I don’t know of any general in this hospital.”