_Mrs. B._ And the education of young officers. From a cursory glance through my husband's books on law, topography and administration, I should say that there are no military subjects that the average woman could not master in a fortnight. Strategy, of course, comes to us by intuition. The companionship and influence of really good women on youths and young men cannot be over-rated, and the professors both at the Staff College and at the Military Academy should be of our sex. _Mrs. L.-C._ I always love the boys; but I think some of the staff college men are awfully stuck up. _Mrs. B._ Now as to the regiment. The mess, of course, should be in our province. _Mrs. L.-C._ How ripping. The guest-nights would be lovely dinner parties, the ante-room we'd use for tea, and the band should always play from 5 to 6. We'd have afternoon dances every Thursday, and turn the men out once a week and have a dinner all to ourselves to talk scandal. [_The colonel groans._ * * * * * [Illustration: "REGIMENTAL ORDERS"! _Volunteer Captain._ "Ah, Sergeant Jones--didn't I send you an order to be at headquarters on Monday, at nine o'clock, with a corporal and six men for duty?" _Sergeant._ "Yes, sir. But I think if there was a little more 'request', and a little less 'order', it would be (_a-hem_)--better!"] * * * * * [Illustration: "BOBS" An Indian idol--as worshipped by Mr. Thomas Atkins. (_The property of the British nation._)] * * * * * [Illustration: "BOBS" AS A BOBBIE ["CORONATION CLAIMS.--There being no succession to certain offices, the appointment thereto rests with His Majesty, and the following are regarded as probable candidates:--Lord High Constable--The Earl Roberts," &c.--_Vide Daily Mail_, Nov. 19, 1901.] ] * * * * * [Illustration: SORROWS OF A SUBALTERN "Curious way that boy has of salutin'. Don't believe it's correct!"] * * * * * [Illustration: THE DOG!--_(A romance of real life.)_ _The Gallant Major._ "I beg a thousand pardons for the apparent liberty I take as an entire stranger, but may I make so bold as to ask you, is not this one of that wonderful breed of black or Chinese pugs?" _The Pretty Lady (most condescendingly)._ "Yes, you are perfectly right, and if I am not mistaken, you are Major McBride, of the Ninety-ninth Hussars." [_From that moment they became fast friends, and within the next three months there appeared in the "Morning Post," 'A marriage has been arranged between Major McBride, of the Ninety-ninth Hussars, and Mrs. Bellairs,' &c., &c._ ] * * * * * [Illustration: "ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS." _Imperial Yeoman._ "Much obliged if you would pick up my sword for me."] * * * * * [Illustration: TOMMY'S SUNDAY AFTERNOON AS IT WILL BE