A correspondent sends us the following story. In a certain Territorial regiment, not many miles from London one of the newest re-fruits was waiting his turn on parade to be inspected. Presently to him came the youthful officer in charge. He had, what is known as the "Varsity" accent, and by those who do not know it outside the stage, it may easily be mistaken for facetiousness. The "knut" officer stopped, and inspected. "Ha, Ha! no shave" he exclaimed. "He, He! no razor" replied the new -ecruitblithely, thinking that he had metasociable soul, witha pleasant way of reprimanding. The result, was of course disastrous for the re-emit, but now, when the regiment'
march and "Tipperary" is getting a little overdone, the monotony is varied by the front section; suddenly calling out, in full throated unison. "Ha! Ha! no shave!" which is instantly replied to from the back with a stentorian roar of, "He, He! no razor!' What the "Varsity" accent may be the above story scarcely shows, but if it helps front it is serving a very useful Purpose.
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