The corporal sighted the gun, and, when all was ready, he looked up and said:
“Captain, that’s the moon.”
“Don’t care for that,” was the captain’s ready response; “put a hole through it, anyhow.”
UNDER CANVAS
“Yes,” sighed the mother, “I am so often worried about my boy John. You have no idea how much concerned a mother is when her son is on the tented field.”
“Ah!” said the sympathetic listener. “And what regiment is your son with?”
“Regiment? Oh, he isn’t with the army—he’s employed in a traveling circus.”
PUNCTURED
“Reckon I look a reg’lar Bluebird,” quoth Tommy to himself, as he caught a khaki reflection of himself in a looking-glass.