PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 152. January 3, 1917. [Illustration: Vol. Clii.] * * * * * MORE DISCIPLINE. "Yes, Sir," said Sergeant Wally, accepting one of my cigarettes and readjusting his wounded leg,--"yes, Sir, discipline's the thing. It's only when a man moves on the word o' command, without waiting to think, that he becomes a really reliable soldier. I remember, when I was a recruit, how they put us through it. I'd been on the square about a week. I was a fairly smart youngster, and I thought I was jumping to it just like an old soldier, when the drill sergeant called me out of the ranks. Look 'ere,' he said, 'if you think you're going to make a fool o' me, standing about there till you choose to obey the word o' command, you've made a big mistake.' I could 'a' cried at the time, but I've been glad often enough since for what the sergeant said that day. I've found that little bit of gag useful myself many a time." I was meditating with sympathy upon the many victims of Sergeant Wally's borrowed sarcasm when he spoke again. "When I first came up to London from the depôt," he said, "I'd a brother, a corporal in the same battalion. You know as well as I do, Sir, that as a matter o' discipline a corporal doesn't have any truck with a private soldier, excepting in the way of duties, and my brother didn't speak to me for the first week. Then one day he called me up and said, 'It ain't the thing for me to be going about with you, but as you're my brother I'll go out with you to-night. Have yourself cleaned by six o'clock.' "Well, I took all the money I'd got--about twelve bob--and off we went. "We had a bit o' supper first at a place my brother knew of, and a very good supper it was. My brother ordered it, but I paid. Then we got a couple of cigars--at least, I did. Then we went to a music-hall, me paying, of course. We had a drink during the evening, and when we came out my brother said, 'We'd better come in here and have a snack.' "'Well, I ain't got any money left,' I sez. My brother looked at me a minute, and then he said, 'I don't know what I've been thinking of, going about with you, you a private and me a corporal. Be off 'ome !' And he stalks away. "Yes, Sir, discipline's the thing. Thank you, I'll have another cigarette." * * * * * SIMPLER FASHIONS IN INDIA. "The bride, who was given away by her father, looked happy and handsome in a beautiful red fern dress."--_Allahabad Pioneer_. * * * * * TO THE KAISER FOR HIS NEW YEAR. Now with the New-born Year, when people issue Greetings appropriate to all concerned, Allow me, WILLIAM, cordially to wish you Whatever peace of mind you may have earned; It doesn't sound too fat, But you will have to be content with that.