"Walked in backward," said the captain, "and the guard thought he was going out."
"Remember, my son," said his mother as she bade him good-by, "when you get to camp try to be punctual in the mornings, so as not to keep breakfast waiting."—Life.
A young American artist who has just returned from a six-months' job of driving a British ambulance on the war-front in Belgium brings this back, straight from the trenches:
"One cold morning a sign was pushed up above the German trench facing ours, only about fifty yards away, which bore in large letters the words:
"'GOTT MIT UNS!'
"One of our cockney lads, more of a patriot than a linguist, looked at this for a moment and then lampblacked a big sign of his own, which he raised on a stick. It read:
"'WE GOT MITTENS, TOO!'"