It was pointed out to the admiral that stopping the propeller resulted as a rule in the stopping of the ship likewise.
“Then take the thing off,” bellowed the naval autocrat, “and put it on the other end.”
ROUGH ON TOMMY
The mails from home had just been received by a certain regiment. Not only were there letters, but many parcels from relatives and friends at home for lucky soldiers. One of the Tommies received a large box addressed to himself, and with a triumphant yell he rushed off to his company’s lines and gathered them around him to share in the eagerly anticipated contents of his box.
“Smokes, lads!” he cried, as he undid the wrapping. “From the old man; I knows it. An’ there’s sure to be a bottle or two of Scotch.”
He opened the box, gave one look at the contents, and collapsed in a heap.
“What is it?” cried his comrades, pressing round.
“It’s from ole Auntie Mary,” groaned the disappointed warrior. “Bandages an’ ointment an’ embrocation an’ splints, an’ a book on ‘’Ow to be yer own Surgin’!”