Long-suffering Sergeant. "We got another arf-hour to go yet. I don't know what to do with yer."
Rookie (suggestively). "There's some trees over there, Sergeant."
Sergeant. "Yes, I know. But there ain't any ropes."
TO FIELD-MARSHAL SIR DOUGLAS HAIG.
June 19th, 1917.
Sir, though in dealing with the strong and straight
Of sentiment one cannot be too thrifty,
Still, after reading your despatch—the date
Chimes with your birthday, ætat six-and-fifty—