THE IRISH GUARDSMAN.

Mataura Ensign, 13 January 1916, Page 5

THE IRISH GUARDSMAN.

HOW HE PERSUADED THEM. An Irish Guardsman after nine months in tho trenches was taking.a turn at recruiting in Whitehall (states a London paper). A twist of green ribbon, was cooked over his right ear. His swagger-cane peeped out of his gieat-coat pocket. H<> looked very fero- •. .ons and grinned by turns as he coaxed the '„\*rsserci-!>y. He overtook two likely vouth.s at the corner of Great ScotlandYard. "What for are ye gazing about?" he asked ; '"is it meself ve're waitin' for?" ' •- ■ . They said it was not. and sidled a way. "I'll. lx> goin' wid ye,' he said. "I'm for the recruiting office.'' and he took them each by an arm. ■'We've tried for the A.S.C. and it's closed." they told him." "All the things we want are closed." "its lo blessed, months ye've had to pick your choice." the sergeant answered. "Ye'll be pic-kin' the infantry the morn in' after its closed down, I'm thinkin'. If I was you I'd go with nie aiul iiet over w'tlT it. . . . but I thank my blessed stars it's myself. I am.'' He left, them wondering. When he bad walked half a dozen paces he lit a cigarette and grinned into a shop window. "T«;o to me," he said, watching them out of the tail of his eyej-as they turned the matter over.