Punch. "Well, you've got to; it's what you supplied to the troops."

OUR NON-COMS.

Orderly Sergeant (to officer). "Beg your pardon, sorr, but 'm wan ration short. Who will I give it to?"

The Military Peril.

Old Lady (to member of signalling section, who has just commenced to reply to a message). "Young man, if you think to alarm me by wagging those flags about, you are very much mistaken!"

THE BEAUTY OF BISLEY

That it takes you away from town in the dog days for a clear fortnight.

That, being farther away from London than Wimbledon, you escape the more easily the attention of those who love tea, flirtation, and strawberries and cream.

That there is plenty to do at the ranges with the rifle, and to see in the neighbourhood on a bicycle.

That the conversation of your comrades is congenial, if slightly "shoppy."

That, after all, it is better to talk all day of scores, than of links or tyres.

That if the life becomes too monotonous, a train can carry you back to Waterloo in forty minutes.

That life under canvas is recommended by the doctors when it is subject to certain favourable climatic conditions.

That, with the power of enjoying your outing to the end, or cutting it short at the beginning, you can yet claim credit for your self-denial and patriotism.

Corona Finit Opus.

Mary Anne. "When are they going to start this army reform they talk such a lot about?"

Private Atkins. "Why bless your 'eart, it's all done! Look at our new caps!"

THE ALDERSHOT CAMPAIGN

Private Sweeny (Highland regiment). "Colony bog, is it? Thin bedad! I wish I was back in Tipperary!"

BANTING IN THE YEOMANRY

Troop Sergeant-Major. "It comes to this, captain, 'a mun e'ther hev' a new jacket or knock off one o' my meals!"

UNIFORMITY

Scene—Pall Mall. Enter officer in full uniform hurriedly. He is stopped by messenger.

Messenger. Yes, sir?

Officer. I want to see the Commander-in-Chief at once.