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Evening Star, Issue 20089, 1 February 1929, Page 14

“ Johnny,” said mother, “ I've always told you to count 100 be! ore you give way to temper. And hero I find you sitting on your little brother’s face.” “ I’m counting the hundred,” said Bobby. “Really 1 am, mummy; but I’m sitting on bis face so that he'll bo here when I’ve done counting.” Lord Rawlinson tells a war story which is familiar to many ex-service men who will be interested in such high authentication. Jt concerns a distinguished general, identified as “ W,” who selected a day in the festive season of Christmas to inspect a brigade. Just as he came on parade it was discovered that one of the men was too drunk to stand up, so he was hastily smuggled out of the ranks, put on a stretcher, and rolled up in a blanket, behind the rear rank. V\, in his inspection, passed behind the line, and, seeing the body on a stretcher. halted in front of it, stood to attention, and, saluting with much ceremony. said: “I salute the honoured dead.” A thick and muffled voicb replied from the blanket: “What 3 the old saying?”-