TOO FORWARD
At a parade of a company of newly-called-up men the drill instructor's face turned scarlet with rage as he slated a new recruit for his awkwardness.
"Now, Rafferty," he roared, "you'll spoil the line with those feet. Draw them back at once, man, and get them in line."
Rafferty's dignity was hurt.
"Plaze, sargint," he said, "they're not mine; they're Micky Doolan's in the rear rank!"
OBEYING ORDERS
The manager of a big Australian sheep-ranch engaged a discharged sailor to do farm work. He was put in charge of a large flock of sheep.
"Now, all you've got to do," explained the manager, "is to keep them on the run."
A run is a large stretch of bushland enclosed by a fence, and sheep have many ingenious methods of escaping from their own to neighboring runs and so getting mixed up with other flocks.
At the end of a couple of hours the manager rode up again—the air was thick with dust as though a thousand head of cattle had passed by.