A physician boarded a crowded crosstown car. A woman was standing, and a big German seated, sprawling over twice the space necessary. Indignantly the doctor said to him:
"See here! Why don't you move a little so that this tired woman may have a seat?"
For a moment the German looked dazed. Then a broad smile spread over his countenance as he answered:
"Say, dot's a joke on you, all right! Dot's my vife!"
REVEALED
In view of the spirit of comradeship shown between officers and men, this story is at least open to question, but it may have happened in some former war.
The lieutenant was instructing the squad in visional training.
"Tell me, Number One," he said, "how many men are there in that trench-digging party over there?"
"Thirty men and one officer," was the prompt reply.
"Quite right," observed the lieutenant, after a pause. "But how do you know one is an officer at this distance?"