“Why, it’s bekase they always carry their kilt aff the field.”
HE KNEW WHERE IT WAS
The drill instructor passed his hand wearily across his forehead. He had been breaking in some raw recruits and instructing them in the elements of company drill.
The majority were intelligent fellows, and found no difficulty in obeying his instructions; but one, in particular, did not seem able to understand even a simple order.
At last, losing his temper, the drill instructor determined to bring him to his senses by holding him up to ridicule. Calling him to the front he proceeded to put him through his paces.
“Eyes front!” he roared.
To everybody’s astonishment the recruit gazed absent-mindedly about him.
“Do you mean to say,” bellowed the instructor, “that you do not know where your front is?”
“Yes, I know, sir,” he replied.
“Well, then, where is it?” demanded the instructor.