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By lacb \is*e

Age not guaranteed---Some I have told for 20 years---Some Less

One o[ the Best Stories of the First \(/orld \(/ar

f was going through my collection o.f stories of World W'ar One the other day, and got plenty of laughs. As I have remarked before, the stories of World War Two do not compare with those of 25 years ago. And here is one I like so well I decided to reprint it for the benefit of the younger generation who might not otherwise encounter it.

Some motherly ladies were spending their Sunday visiting an army training camp, and were shown about by a courteous officer who allowed them the run of the camp. The guardhouse was one of the units they were most interested in, so they went there. And in the guardhouse they found a sad-faced, lonesome-looking youngster of an enlisted man, who so impressed them that they engaged him in conversation. He was bright and keen as he replied to their questions, so one of the ladies demanded to kgow what a grandlooking young man like that was doing spending Sunday in the guardhouse. So he told them, something like this: