_See also_ Husbands.
METHODISTS
He came of good Methodist stock and they were telling him about the disciples. They told him quite a lot about them, and somehow he didn't seem quite satisfied.
At last he voiced his trouble:
"But were they all Disciples? Weren't there _any_ Methodists?"
MIDDLEMAN
"The first shall be last and the last shall be first," quoted the devout citizen.
"It makes no difference to me how you arrange 'em," replied the expert commercialist. "I'll get mine either way. I'm the middleman."
"Pop!"
"Yes, my son."
"What is a gardener?"
"A gardener is a man who raises a few things, my boy."
"And what is a farmer?"
"A man who raises a lot of things."
"Well, what is a middleman, Pop?"
"Why, he's a fellow who raises everything, my son."
MILITARISM
VILLAGE PACIFIST (as the Salvation Army passes)--"Oh, it's all right.
I ain't sayin' 'taint. But it's fosterin' th' martial speerit jes' th'
same."--_Judge_.
MILITARY DISCIPLINE
A colored gentleman was walking post for the first time in his life. A dark form approached him.
"Halt!" he cried in a threatening tone. "Who are you?"
"The officer of the day."
"Advance!"
The O.D. advanced, but before he had proceeded half a dozen steps the dusky sentinel again cried, "Halt!"
"This is the second time you have halted me," observed the O.D. "What are you going to do next?"
"Never you mind what Ah's gonna do. Mah orders are to call 'Halt!'
three times, den shoot."
At twelve the other night one of our aviators who had liberty until ten-thirty was "hot-footin'" it back from a hop harbor in a neighboring ville. He passed the tracks, the "Y," and then started on the double past the sentry at the gate.
"Halt!" commanded the sentry.
"Halt nothin'," yelled the gob; "I'm two hours late now."
The railings of a big transport on its way to France were lined with very new soldiers when a massive gob hurried by, bent upon some urgent duty.
"Gangway! Gangway!" he shouted as he passed along the deck.
"Gee, that guy'll catch hell when they find him," murmured one of the recruits. "They been hollerin' for him all mornin.'"
"Hollerin' for who?"
"Why, that guy Gangway."
FRIEND--"How's your boy getting on in the army, Mr. Johnson?"
JOHNSON--"Wonderful! I feel a sense of great security. An army that can make my boy get up early, work hard all day, and go to bed early can do anything!"
He was a very young officer, who looked as if he should be wearing knee breeches.
One day when his company was up for inspection at the training camp, one of the men remarked in a tone of deep sarcasm. "And a little child shall lead them."