At last, however, the climax came. The gunnery instructor had one day been explaining to a squad of men the advantages of different sights, when the colonel appeared on the scene and began to ask questions on the subject. “Can any of you men tell me what a fine sight is?” “Yes, sir,” came the reply from a private. “Well, what is it?” The private saluted. “Two dinners, sir, on one plate,” he cried. SERVIAN WOMEN There is no country in the world where women occupy a more dignified or honored position in the home than Servia. The Servian idea is quite different from that of the Turk, who keeps his women behind shut doors, or the German, whose ideal woman is a good _hausfrau_. In Servia the woman is the companion of the man. A man is responsible for his unmarried sisters, and throughout the Balkan States it is considered rather a breach of etiquette for him to marry before his older sister. No Servian girl would feel she could hold up her head in society unless she could speak four languages. There is hardly a Servian woman who cannot play some musical instrument. Embroidery, painting, drawing and sculpture are all studied. Servian women are very domesticated, and the highest ladies pay personal attention to trivial matters of housekeeping. There are two women doctors practicing in Belgrade, and women teachers galore. But public opinion on the whole is rather against women entering the labor market. SECOND THOUGHT BEST “Every time I see grandfather’s sword and medals,” said Bill, “I long to take part in a universal war.” Then, as an afterthought, Bill said, “But every time I look at grandfather’s wooden leg I long for the advent of universal peace.” PUNISHED FOR HIS NAME It was the drilling of a squad of recruits. The officer was calling the names, and prompt replies came from Jones and Smith and Robinson. The next name was Montaig—that was how the officer pronounced it. There was no reply. “Montaig,” repeated the officer with emphasis. “Here, sir,” came the half-hearted reply from the rear rank. “Why didn’t you answer at once?” said the man in charge. “My name is Montague,” said the recruit. “Is it?” replied the officer. “Well, you do seven days’ fatigew.” THEIR OWN PRIVATE WARFARE One day recently a colonel in a newly-recruited North-country battalion had occasion to reprimand severely one of his men. Next day, passing this same recruit, who was doing sentry duty, the colonel observed he did not receive the usual salute. After intentionally passing him a second and third time with the same omission each time on the part of the sentry, the following conversation took place:— Colonel—“Do you know who I am?” Recruit—“Yes.” Colonel—“Do you not know you ought to salute me, or any other officer when he passes you?” Recruit—“Aye; but then thee and me fell out yesterday.” A BIT OF RUSSIAN WIT