THE TEARS WERE MISSING
The drill instructor—-one of the old stamp of martinet sergeants, whowas the terror of every recruit, and. the remorseless tyrant of the awkward squad—was putting a firing party through the funeral exercise. Having opened the ranks, so as to admit the passage of the supposed cortege between them, the instructorordered the men to rest on their arms reversed. Then, by the way of practical explanation, he walked slowly down the lane formed by the two ranks, saying as he did so—- “ Now, I’m the corpse; pay attention.” Having reached the end of thn party, he turned round, regarded them steadily with a scrutinising eye for a moment or two, and then remarked in a most solemn tone of voice—- “ Your ’ands is right and your ’eads is right ; but you haven’t got that look of regret you ought to ’ave.
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Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 38, 16 December 1893, Page 7
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144THE TEARS WERE MISSING Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 38, 16 December 1893, Page 7
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