Teutonic Barber. "Shafe, Sir?"
Customer. "Ye-es—— That is, no!——I think I'll try a hair-cut.">[
THE OUTPOST.
The lurid sunset's slanting rays
Incarnadine the soldier's deed;
His rugged countenance betrays
The bulldog breed.
Not his to shun the stubborn fight,
The combat against heavy odds,