Part 9
A big German officer went into a shop in Brussels and explained to the old woman inside that Germany was ever so many times bigger than Belgium.
“How is it, then,” she inquired, “that you can travel through Germany in three weeks, whereas you have taken over a year to get through Belgium, and you are not through yet?”
The officer saluted the old woman and walked away.
THE WHOLE PACK
A platoon of a certain regiment, among whom were a number of men noted as inveterate card-players, was being drilled. The instructor lined them up and gave the command:
“Number off!”
Like fire along the front rank ran the response:
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, jack, queen, king, ace!”
NO GARTERS NEEDED
“Anyhow, there’s one advantage in having a wooden leg,” said the happy soldier.
“What’s that?” said his friend.
“You can hold your socks up with tin-tacks.”
WILLING TO SPARE HIM
“Does your wife show any interest in the war?”
“Yes, indeed. She talks about it.”
“What does she say?”
“Why, she says that she wishes I could go.”
CHANCE FOR SOME INVENTOR
He—“Why so pensive, my dear? What are you thinking about?”
She—“I was thinking that if all the yarns husbands give their wives could be knit up, what a lot of socks and mittens there’d be for the brave soldiers.”
IN “ZEPPELIN” TIMES
“I can’t understand it. A month ago you cut her dead, and now you can’t make too much fuss over her.”
“My dear, it’s quite simple. She has the biggest cellar in the district.”—London Opinion.
GETTING THE ACCENT
“My barber is a Frenchman. Every day while he’s shaving me he gives me a little lesson in French.”
“Fine. But don’t you find it rather difficult to make replies?”
“Yes, to a certain extent, but the lather that gets into my mouth seems to help my accent.”
AN OLD KNITTING STITCH
It was several days after arriving home from the front that the soldier with two broken ribs was sitting up and smoking a cigar when the doctor came in.
“Well, how are you feeling now?” asked the latter.
“I’ve had a stitch in my side all day,” replied the wounded soldier.
“That’s all right,” said the doctor. “It shows that the bones are knitting.”
THE DEAR FRIENDS
At a party Miss Brown had sung “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary,” and for days after she was singing or humming it to herself.
“It seems to haunt me,” she said to a friend, who had also been at the party.
“No wonder,” said the friend. “Look at the way you murdered it.”
FIGHTING FOR HIS GLASSES
A pair of field-glasses “made in Germany” was responsible for the loss of a trench by the Germans in circumstances at once laughable and inspiring.
The hero was a young British subaltern who won the Victoria Cross.
The subaltern had a pair of Beiss field-glasses of which he was extraordinarily proud. He bored everyone stiff by talking about them continually.
One day his company had been compelled to fall back on their support trenches owing to a sudden German attack.
All at once the subaltern shouted “Good heavens!” and bolted through the communication trench.
A sergeant, who was very fond of the young officer, went after him, and came back shortly after to the commanding officer to report:—
“Sir, he has recaptured the trench.”
The commanding officer collected his men, and again advanced to the fire trench, where he found the subaltern, with a revolver in each hand, in front of a whole row of Germans, who had laid down their rifles and were holding up their hands. The commanding officer congratulated him, but pointed out the recklessness of his action.
“Sir,” replied the subaltern, “I wanted to get my glasses back.”
CONCERNED
Old Lady (to nephew on leave from the front)—“Good-by, my dear boy, and try and find time to send a post-card to let me know you are safely back in the trenches!”
MOST LIKELY
Bix—“By the way, who is, or rather was, the god of war?”
Dix—“I’ve forgotten the duffer’s name, but I think it was Ananias.”
TIMID
Officer (as Private Atkins worms his way toward the enemy)—“You fool! Come back at once!”
Tommy—“No bally fear, sir! There’s a hornet in the trench.”
NOISY TIME-PIECE
Ship’s Officer—“Oh, there goes eight bells; excuse me, it’s my watch below.”
The Lady—“Gracious! Fancy your watch striking as loud as that!”
IN NAVAL TERMS
“That is the rhinoceros. See his armored hide?”
“Um. And what’s this?”
“The giraffe.”
“Gee! He’s got a periscope.”
SO CHANGEABLE
First Recruit—“What do you think of the major, Bill?”
Second Recruit—“‘E’s a changeable kind o’ bloke. Last night I says to ’im ‘’Oo goes there?’ An’ he says, ‘Friend,’ an’ today ’e ’ardly knows me.”
AMONG THE MISSING
Old Lady (to wounded officer)—“Oh, sir, do you ’appen to ’ave ’eard if any of your men at the front ’as found a pair of spectacles wot I left in a 16 ’bus in the Edgware Road?”
NO LUCK
“Do the Germans ever leave anything valuable behind them in the trenches?”
Veteran—“Never a drop, mum!”
RECRUITING IN ENGLAND
Overlooking Blackburn cemetery has been stuck a great recruiting poster, which reads:—
“Wake up! Your King and Country need you!”
ALL BUT THE FIG LEAF
Here is a true story from Paris. A batch of conscripts were to be examined by the army doctor. The latter, after seeing that everything was ready in the room, called out to the soldier attendant:
“Send in the first man.”
The attendant shouted, “Adam!” And in walked a nude man whose name it was, and who happened to be the first on the list.
LACKED EXPERIENCE
The black sheep of the regiment stood before his commanding officer charged with being drunk. He stoutly denied the offense, and there was only one witness, a sergeant, to prove it. However, the records showed eleven previous convictions for the same offense.
“You are a hardened and habitual offender,” said the captain, sternly. “I can’t take your denial against the sergeant’s word.”
The prisoner turned to the sergeant-witness, and asked, “Have you ever been drunk?”
On receiving an emphatic negative, he turned to the captain again.
“Sergeant says I was drunk; I says I wasn’t. I ask yer, captain, which is likely to be right—him what’s ’ad no experience of what being drunk is, or an ’ardened and ’abitual like me?”
CONDESCENSION
Modesty is an engaging quality in a young man, and the British War Office is said to have appreciated the letter of a youth with no military experience whatever who, in applying for a commission, stated that he would be quite willing to start as a lieutenant.
A HEARTHSTONE HERO
“I hear, Tommy, you saved a life in the war.”
“Hi did, sir.”
“How did you do it, Tommy?”
“By not hinlisting, sir.”
STICKING TO IT
When the Germans entered Belgium a native of Liége made himself obnoxious to one troop by his constant loud talk about the brave defense. Finally the commander summoned him.
“Now, you’ve boasted about enough,” he said. “We can’t listen to you any longer. I’m going to give you your choice: you will be shot, or you will swear allegiance to the German Emperor.”
Considerably subdued, the offender pondered. “Well,” he decided, “I don’t want to die, so I guess I’ll swear allegiance.”
And he took the oath.
“All right,” said the commander, “now you are one of us. You can come and go as you like.”
The man walked towards the door and was passing out, when suddenly he turned. “Say,” he exclaimed, “didn’t those Belgians give us an awful fight!”
THE RETREAT FROM ALSACE
Loquacious Visitor—“So you were wounded at the front, my good man?”
Irishman—“No, begorry. I was wounded in the rear av me.”
TEETH NOT ESSENTIAL
Medical Officer—“Sorry; I must reject you on account of your teeth.”
Would-be Recruit—“Man, ye’re making a gran’ mistake. I’m no wanting to bite the Germans; I’m wanting to shoot ’em.”
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Transcriber’s note:
Obvious punctuation errors were corrected.
Book uses “yoeman” where “yeoman” might be expected.
Page 5, “cafe” changed to “café” (of a café at Havre)
Page 41, “Be” changed to “He” (He bounced down on)