_Enter the_ General _and the_ C.O., _with_ Staff-Captain, Adjutant _and_ Sergeant-Major. _The Platoon labours on and takes no notice_. Second-Lieutenant Wood _comes to attention and salutes_. _The_ General _remarks on the fine physique of the men, inspects the wire entanglement and explains how_ _he used to do it when he was a subaltern_. Private Hogg, _a recruit unused to Generals, stands gazing awestruck, but catches the_ Adjutant's _eye and, gets on feverishly with his work. The cortege passes on, and the platoon heaves a sigh of relief and stands easy._ _Re-enter_ Second-Lieutenant Brown. _S.-L. W._ Go away, my good man; we've nothing for you. _S.-L. B._ I say, like a good chap----_They confer earnestly._ Curtain. Scene II.--_The other side of the wood. Time, two minutes later._ _Enter_ Second-Lieutenant Brown _at the double with_ Second-Lieutenant Wood's _platoon. He hurriedly gets it to work at Visual Training._ _Enter_ General, _with suite as before. The platoon carries on, taking no notice._ Second-Lieutenant Brown _comes to attention and salutes. The_ General _praises the appearance of the men and explains how Visual Training was taught before the Crimean War. The_ Adjutant _suddenly recognises_ Private Hogg _and develops a nasty cough._ _The General (to C.O. as they move away)._ But do you think, Colonel, that either of those smart young officers of yours would keep their heads in a sudden emergency? _The_ Adjutant _restrains a natural desire to wink at the_ Sergeant-Major. Curtain. * * * * * [Illustration: _Tommy_ (_home on leave_). "Come on, Miss, hurry up with the lift! I've only got five days."] * * * * * NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN. I.--KINGSWAY. Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in red? With a silken wimple, and a ruby on your finger, And a furry mantle trailing where you tread? Neither red nor ruby I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey with nothing on my head. Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in blue? With an ermine border, and a plume of peacock feathers, And a silver circlet, and a sapphire on your shoe? Neither blue nor sapphire I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey, and barefoot too. Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in green? With a golden girdle, and a pointed velvet slipper, And a crown of emeralds fit for a queen? Neither green nor emerald I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey so lovely to be seen, And Somebody will kiss me and call me his queen. * * * * * "The depression in northern India has continued to travel eastwards and is to-day affecting north-east India. Forecast: Some rain in the submarine districts of north-east India."