Singapore, Feb. 13.
"More than 80 per cent, of the officers and men of the Loyal Regiment in Singapore (the Battalion was in Shanghai previously) are beginning to look fierce. They are re-spending to a wish by their corns; manding officer, Lieut. Col. M. Elrington, that "all ranks shall cease to shave the upper lip."
The morning shave at Gillman Barracks has been accompanied by closer looks into the mirror for everybody competed for the prize offered by the commanding oticer to the best-looking moustache grown by a certain date.
The task of tackling a moustache tickled the troops. They responded whole-heartedly to the wish of their commanding officer:
Some are beginning to look like Hitler—only a little kinder.
One private declared proudly, "Yes, I'm beginning to get one now it's not much to look at, admittedly, but it's growing and competing for that prize.
"Oh," he went on, "you should see the Drum-Majors. Its a beauty.
Officers are setting an example to the men, and some have reared either trim or bushy affairs.
The subalterns took extra care over their moustache too, for the adjutant of the regiment offered a prize for the best exhibit among them.—Reuter.
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