The young soldier dropped his voice and became confidentially apologetic.
“I’m only wearing a jersey,” he replied; “my shirt’s getting washed.”
HIS BROTHER’S TASK
A young lad applied for work the other day at a shed in Burnley, where his three brothers had worked previously, but had ’listed.
The manager, a thorough patriot, told the lad he could find him two looms at once, and then asked him:
“How’s your brother Frank going on?”
“’E’s out at the front, sir, feighting.”
“Is your brother Albert out in France as well?”
“Yes, sir, ’e’s wi’ eawr Frank—same regiment.”
“Your eldest brother, Jack, will be out there also, I reckon?”