"I should try the Camp Commandant, Sir," he said. "It may not take so
long as you think."

* * * * *

At 15.41 I was outside the Camp Commandant's office with my A.B.64,
identity discs, demobilisation papers and cheque-book ready to hand,
and my tunic loosened at the neck.

At 15.42 I entered the office with some diffidence.

At 15.43 I was outside again, dazed and a little frightened, with a
certificate of identity in my hand. It was the fastest piece of work I
have ever known in the Army. And I might have been Mr. GEORGE ROBEY in
disguise for all they knew in the office--or cared.

* * * * *

"Sorry, Sir," said the Corporal in the Officers' Payment Issue
Department at 15.59, "the gloves were sold to another officer while
you were away."

ONE OF THE _PUNCH_ BRIGADE.

* * * * *

ON HALF RATIONS.

"Two officers will be received as paying guests. Comfortable