The young organist of the village church had joined the local corps to fight for King and Country. The whole place turned out to see the boys go off to the Front, among them the organist’s mother, a dear old soul, who was weeping bitterly. Bravely the old lady dried her tears, and as the train steamed out of the station she called to her son:—
“Look after yourself, my boy, and be sure you keep your practice up.”
OTHER INTENTIONS
Recruiting Officer—“And now, my lad, just one more question—are you prepared to die for your country?”
Recruit—“No, I ain’t! That ain’t wot I’m j’ining for. I want to make a few of them Germans die for theirs!”
SLACKERS
British Foreman Compositor—“Three more of my men have enlisted this morning.”
Editor—“Ah! A wave of patriotism, I suppose?”
Foreman Compositor—“Well! Perhaps that’s the way to put it, but they say they would rather be shot than set any more of your copy!”