A platoon of a certain regiment, among whom were a number of men noted as inveterate card-players, was being drilled. The instructor lined them up and gave the command:
“Number off!”
Like fire along the front rank ran the response:
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, jack, queen, king, ace!”
NO GARTERS NEEDED
“Anyhow, there’s one advantage in having a wooden leg,” said the happy soldier.
“What’s that?” said his friend.
“You can hold your socks up with tin-tacks.”
WILLING TO SPARE HIM
“Does your wife show any interest in the war?”