“Please, sir,” he faltered, “it’s gone to the laundry.”
SUPERIOR MARKSMANSHIP
Pat was a witty young recruit, who was taking instruction in marksmanship. The squad had finished firing. Pat was brought to task for his poor shooting, and told that he must do better at the next distance; there were to be seven rounds of quick firing.
“Now, Pat,” the sergeant told him, “fire at target number five.”
Pat banged away, and hit target number four seven times in succession.
“What target did you aim at?” asked the irate officer.
“Number five sor,” answered Pat.
“And you have hit number four every time.”
“Bedad, sor,” retorted Pat, “that would be a grand thing in war. Sure, I might aim at a private and hit a gin’ral!”