The two American war correspondents were gazing at the conflict when Winkletop caught sight of a gallant officer leading a charge.
"His face is strangely familiar," he said. "That Greek lieutenant, I mean—"
"Yes," said Blithers. "He used to run the bootblacking stand in that barber-shop over on Steenth Avenue and Umptyiph Street."
And just then the noble warrior dashed madly past, and, forgetting himself under the excitement of the moment, turned and cried aloud to his advancing troops:
"Next! Shine!"
And the indomitable phalanx moved steadily up the hill, giving the enemy the worst polishing-off they had had since war was declared.
RELATIVE—"He is sleeping so quietly that I wonder if we will know when the end comes."
WIFE OF DYING FIRST-NIGHTER—"Yes, we will. He will get up and go out about five minutes before the end."—Puck.