"An army walks on its stomach; Napoleon. "It's a wonder they can walk at all" remarked a [Seaforth sergeant, bathing his his fed fect, after serving the special New Year's dinner which graced the mess-] room tables of the Seaforth Highlanders on Dec. 31. There was little Jdoubt that the Seaforths celebrations. for Hogmanay this year were as gay jes ever before, and to the sergeants whose task it was to keep the men supplied with victuals, must be ex-{ended a little sympathy.
Every soldier has his pet sergeant—the one who got him "seven days" the fother wack, OF so and so, who made him clean his equipment on a half Jéay, and so on. Hogmanay is the time even matters, and judging by the Fesuits of the Seaforths celebrations the score is" all square—at least for the present.
"Sergeant, 1 wonder if you would mind fetching me" the salt," he politely asks. The salt duly arrives. "is there any mustard about, sergeant?" And so it goes on.
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