Deacon White had been pacing tho station platform for twenty minutes. Rather hot under the collar, he went back to the ticket window. “ I thought you said the noon local was on time to-day,” he roared at the station-mas-ter’s youthful assistant. “Wall, she were,” replied the latter. “Went through here right on tho dot, ’bout three minutes afore you come in an’ ast me.”
Recruit No. 47, at musketry practice, was unable to keep liis left eye closed. The sergeant strove with him in vain. At last ho said to him; “You must practise that in the barrack room.” Next morning, when the recruit appeared on parade, he said; “Did you practice keeping your left eye closed?” “Yes,” said the recruit. _ “Any success?” “Yes, I kept it closed all night.”-
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Evening Star, Issue 19199, 16 March 1926, Page 4
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