“Do you know who I am?”
“You’re the general’s servant?”
“No; guess again.”
“Well, you’re his butler?”
“No; guess again.”
“Maybe you are the general himself?”
“That’s who I am.”
“Oh, half a mo! Hold this pudding until I present arms.”
AN EXCELLENT BRIGADE
We heard of a man the other day who, being apparently of military age (though he was really over it), was confronted by the usual old gentleman in the usual railway carriage with the challenge why had he not joined.