"Well, the two old fellows got to work, but neither seemed able to master the intricacies of the deal in fish, and they were unable to get any answer.
"At last old Bill turned to the captain and asked him to repeat the problem. The captain started off: "If a fishing crew caught 500 pounds of cod and--."
""Wait a moment," said Bill, "is it codfish they caught?"
""Yep," said the captain.
""Darn it all," said Bill. "No wonder I couldn"t get an answer. Here I"ve been figuring on salmon all the time.""
ARMIES
A new volunteer at a national guard encampment who had not quite learned his business, was on sentry duty, one night, when a friend brought a pie from the canteen.
As he sat on the gra.s.s eating pie, the major sauntered up in undress uniform. The sentry, not recognizing him, did not salute, and the major stopped and said:
"What"s that you have there?"
"Pie," said the sentry, good-naturedly. "Apple pie. Have a bite?"
The major frowned.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"No," said the sentry, "unless you"re the major"s groom."
The major shook his head.
"Guess again," he growled.
"The barber from the village?"
"No."
"Maybe"--here the sentry laughed--"maybe you"re the major himself?"
"That"s right. I am the major," was the stern reply.
The sentry scrambled to his feet.
"Good gracious!" he exclaimed. "Hold the pie, will you, while I present arms!"
The battle was going against him. The commander-in-chief, himself ruler of the South American republic, sent an aide to the rear, ordering General Blanco to bring up his regiment at once. Ten minutes pa.s.sed; but it didn"t come. Twenty, thirty, and an hour--still no regiment. The aide came tearing back hatless, breathless.
"My regiment! My regiment! Where is it? Where is it?" shrieked the commander.
"General," answered the excited aide, "Blanco started it all right, but there are a couple of drunken Americans down the road and they won"t let it go by."
An army officer decided to see for himself how his sentries were doing their duty. He was somewhat surprised at overhearing the following:
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Friend--with a bottle."
"Pa.s.s, friend. Halt, bottle."
"A war is a fearful thing," said Mr. Dolan.
"It is," replied Mr. Rafferty. "When you see the fierceness of members of the army toward one another, the fate of a common enemy must be horrible."
_See also_ Military Discipline.
ARMY RATIONS
The colonel of a volunteer regiment camping in Virginia came across a private on the outskirts of the camp, painfully munching on something.
His face was wry and his lips seemed to move only with the greatest effort.
"What are you eating?" demanded the colonel.
"Persimmons, sir."
"Good Heavens! Haven"t you got any more sense than to eat persimmons at this time of the year? They"ll pucker the very stomach out of you."
"I know, sir. That"s why I"m eatin" "em. I"m tryin" to shrink me stomach to fit me rations."
On the occasion of the annual encampment of a western militia, one of the soldiers, a clerk who lived well at home, was experiencing much difficulty in disposing of his rations.
A fellow-sufferer nearby was watching with no little amus.e.m.e.nt the first soldier"s attempts to Fletcherize a piece of meat. "Any trouble, Tom?"
asked the second soldier sarcastically.
"None in particular," was the response. Then, after a sullen survey of the bit of beef he held in his hand, the amateur fighter observed:
"Bill, I now fully realize what people mean when they speak of the sinews of war."--_Howard Morse_.