"Who goes there?" the sentry challenged.
"Lord Roberts," answered the tipsy recruit.
Again the sentry put the question and received a like answer, whereupon he knocked the offender down. When the latter came to, the sergeant was bending over him. "See here!" said the sergeant, "why didn't you answer right when the sentry challenged you?"
"Holy St. Patrick!" replied the recruit; "if he'd do that to Lord Roberts, what would he do to plain Mike Flanagan?"
A mud-spattered dough-boy slouched into the "Y" hut where an entertainment was in progress and slumped into a front seat.
Firm, kindly, and efficient, a Y.M.C.A. man approached him, saying: "Sorry, buddy, but the entire front section is reserved for officers."
Wearily the youth rose.
"All right," he drawled, "but the one I just got back from wasn't."