SILENCED THE SERGEANT. The recruits were being mit through their paces by an irritable drill scrgeant. . , Suddenly he roare'l; “Mark time! “Shall I mark time with my feet?” asked one recruit, in a meek voice. “Of course, you ass!’’ roared the sergeant. “ Did'yon ever hear of marking time with your hands?” “Tes, sir,” was the recruit's startling reply. “ Clocks do it”-
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Evening Star, Issue 19019, 14 August 1925, Page 9
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61Page 9 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 19019, 14 August 1925, Page 9
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