To see in so confined a space
A thicker lot than we shall face.
Now, gentlemen, attend, I pray--
When we attack, I lead the way!"

Now wouldn't anyone concur,
Saying at once, "With pleasure, Sir!"
Nor with undisciplined delight
Baulk the good Colonel of his right?
Not so young Spence. The moment came,
And, heedless of the cries of "Shame!"
He never offered _once_ to wait
Until the Colonel, more sedate,
Had scrambled o'er the parapet,
But got there first--and promptly met
A bullet.... _Folk who arrogate
The privileges of the great
Must take what ills thereto attach_
(The Colonel never got a scratch).

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[Illustration: _Distracted Wife_. "OH, ALFRED--THE POTATO-PATCH!"]

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"KAMERAD!"

"Baby Girl, 18 months, will surrender entirely to good home."--_Daily