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Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 154, 10 March 1916, Page 1 (Supplement)

"I suppose, Bridget," said Miss Woodby to the new maid, "you think it strange that one who plays the piano so perfectly a« 1 do should practise- so much.'' "Ys. mum," replied Bridget; "shure, jf 'twas me I'd give up in disgust." The drill-sergeant was real mustard, and the recruits were having a bad time. The weather had been very wet, and the parade-ground was still slippery. In doing a movement smartly, as :.n examp'e to his men, the sergeant slipped and fell full sprawl, and naturally the "rookies" could hardly repress their mirth. Getting up with all th 0 dignity he could muster, the sergeant's eye felt on Murphy's grinning face. "Well, you gr'nning hyena!" he roared. " What's 'urting you? Do you see anything funny s " "No. sorr," gurg'ed Murphy, tactfully. "But shure, Oi was iust tbinkin' what a laugh we cud have had if it had been anv wan else savo yersilf, sergeant!"