"Well, sir," said the soldier, and he looked around thoughtfully as if in search of some idea, "it is an example you want? Ah, I have one. Can you see that pin lying in a corner over there?"
"Why, yes! And I should say it required excellent eye-sight to see it, too," replied the doctor.
"Well, that's my trouble, sir; I can't see it."
The poor man is still wondering why he is not sent back to the home station.
MY MISSION.
Upon creating noise I'm bent—
I never go to bed.
Although I'm dumb, I'm eloquent
When hit upon the head.
I'm listened to with ecstasy
Where'er I go or come;
I madly roll and roll in glee—
I'm Tommy's scarlet drum.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Begun in Harper's Round Table No. 888.