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Evening Star, Issue 14535, 10 December 1910, Page 10

RUNNING OUT. "Hist!" whispered Paddy. Ho was crouching beneath the sign of the three balls, watchful, alert, and ho had no cars for the pleasantries of his old friend Mike. " Phwai's the_ matther, Paihriek?" whispered Mike, anxiously. Paddy laid a finder on his lips. "Have you gone cranky?' pursued Mike, unheeding;. "Tell me. Pathrick. phwat is it?" "If s loiko this," whispered hack Paddy. " It's just twelve months to-day Oi pawned my suit, an' Oi'm told in a twelvemonth it'll ran out. Niver a wcrnl, Jloike! Oi'rc sthandin' here waitin' t<> be ready for it as it comes running through, the doorway." The Orderly Room. —Present: The commanding officer, adjutant, sergeant-major, etc., and re-cruit brought up for attestation.— Commanding Officer: ""What religion do you belong to, my man?" The Recruit (recollecting himself): li Christian, sir, please." Commanding Officer: "Oh, of course; but what 'denomination'?" The Sergeant-major (coming to the rescue): " Tell the commanding officer where vnn go to an Sundays?" The Commanding Officer: "Yes, where do you go on Sundays, my man?" The Recruit:, " Ration' mostly, eir."