"P.S.--What if, when the interesting event occurs 17326 Pte. Hogan should be a girl? "P.S.S.--Or twins?" Our Albert Edward is just back from one of those Army finishing schools where the young subaltern's knowledge of Shakespeare and the use of the globes is given a final shampoo before he is pushed over the top. Albert Edward's academy was situated in a small town where schools are maintained by all our brave Allies; it is an educational centre. The French school does the honours of the place and keeps a tame band, which gives tongue every Sunday evening in the Grand Place. Thither repair all the young ladies of the town to hear the music. Thither also repair all the young subalterns, also for the purpose of hearing the music. At the end of every performance the national anthems of all our brave Allies are played, each brave Ally standing rigidly to attention the while, in compliment to the others. As we have a lot of brave Allies these days, all with long national war-whoops, this becomes somewhat of a strain. One morning the French bandmaster called on the Commandant of the English school. "Some Americans have arrived," said he. "They are naturally as welcome as the sunshine, but" (he sighed) "it means yet another national anthem." The Commandant sighed and said he supposed so. "By the way," said the _chef d'orchestre_, "what is the American national anthem?" "'Yankee Doodle,'" replied the Commandant. The Chief Instructor said he'd always understood it was "Hail, Columbia." The Adjutant was of the opinion that "The Star-Spangled Banner" filled the bill, while the Quartermaster cast his vote for "My Country, 'tis of thee." The _chef d'orchestre_ thrashed his bosom and rent his coiffure. "Dieu!" he wailed, "I can't play all of them--_figurez-vous_!" Without stopping to do any figuring they heartily agreed that he couldn't. "Tell you what," said the Commandant at length, "write to your music merchant in Paris and leave it to him." The _chef d'orchestre_ said he would, and did so. Next Sunday evening, as the concert drew to a close, the band flung into the _Marseillaise_, and the subalterns of all nations leapt to attention. They stood to attention through "God Save the King," through the national anthems of Russia, Italy, Portugal, Rumania, Serbia, Belgium, Montenegro and Monte Carlo, all our brave Allies. Then the _chef d'orchestre_ suddenly sprang upon a stool and waved above his head the stripes and stars of our newest brave Ally, while the band crashed into the opening strains of "When the midnight choo-choo starts for Alabam." It speaks volumes for the discipline of the Allied armies that their young subalterns stood to attention even through that. IX HORSE SENSE Time--NIGHT