"Here, you!" yelled the angry sergeant. "Where are you going?"
"I've had enough," replied the recruit in a disgusted tone. "You don't know your own mind for two minutes runnin'!"
The day after the second draft quota had reached Camp Devens a rookie strolled into camp after dark. As he was going past a sentry, he was challenged.
"Who goes there?"
"Machine gun 301," answered the rookie.
"Advance to be recognized."
"Aw, you don't know me. I've only been here a coupla days."
"How did that private ever get in here?" asked a corporal of a captain as he looked at a boy who seemed to be a physical weakling.