Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, November 28, 1891 by Various
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_Foreman_ (_interrupting_). Certainly, Sir. Doctor in that room. Magistrate in that. Be medically passed and sworn to allegiance while you wait. (_Ushers Recruit into various Departments--whence he emerges duly enrolled_.) And now, Sir, which branch of the Service would you like to see? _Recruit_. Well, I did think of the Tenth Hussars. _Foreman_ (_promptly_). Quite right, Sir. First-class Regiment, commanded by His Royal Highness Field Marshal the Prince of WALES. (_To Assistant._) Show this gentleman the way to the outfitting-room--Tenth Hussars. [_Recruit in less than no time is fitted out. On his return to the Central Hall he is once more greeted by a principal official._ _Foreman_. Now, Sir, you would like to learn your drill? _Recruit_. Well, yes-- _Foreman_. Quite so. We teach it in six easy lessons, at twelve shillings a lesson. You can pay for it either out of your reserved pay, or now. If the latter, we allow five per cent. discount. _Recruit_ (_without hesitation_). I think I will pay it later. _Foreman_ (_putting up his receipt-book_). Certainly, Sir, No difference to us. And now, Sir, perhaps you will take your lessons. |
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