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"I did have some difficulty in following it, sir," he said. "H'm! What were you in civil life?" "Mathematical master in a secondary school, sir." I could not rise to the occasion. I fled to the mess and ordered a brandy and soda. Speaking about rising to the occasion brings to my mind another army incident in which I did not shine. I was a recruit in the infantry, and a gym sergeant was putting us through physical jerks. He told us the familiar tale that although we had broken our mothers' hearts we wouldn't break his; in short he put the wind up us. I got very nervous. "Right turn!" he roared, and I thought he said "Right about turn." He told the squad to stand easy, and then he eyed me curiously. "You! Big fellow! Take that smile off your face!" I don't know why he said that for I couldn't have smiled at that moment for anything less than my ticket. He studied me carefully for a bit, then enlightenment seemed to dawn on him. "I got it!" he exclaimed triumphantly. "I know wot's wrong with you! You've got a stupid face; you can't think; you never thought in yer life." I looked on the ground. "_Did_ yer ever think in yer life?" "No, sergeant," I said humbly. "I blinkin' well thought so!" he said and moved away. Then the worm turned. Who was he that he should bully a scholar and a gentleman? I would lower him to the dust. "Sergeant!" He turned quickly. "Wot d'ye want?" and he tried to freeze me with his look. "It isn't my fault I can't think, sergeant; I was unfortunate enough to spend five years at a university." His mouth gaped, and his eyes stared, but only for a moment. Then he rose to the occasion. "I blinkin' well thought so!" he cried. "Squad! . . . . Tshun!" * * * * * It is Sunday night, and I have just been to town. At the Cross I stood and listened to a revivalist bellowing from a soap-box. His message was Salvation but I was more interested in the man than his message. Consciously he is out to save sinners, but I suspect that unconsciously he is out to draw attention to himself. I do not blame him. I do the same thing when I publish a book; Lloyd George and George Robey and the revivalist and I are all striving each in his little corner to draw attention to ourselves. The exhibition impulse is in every child. A child loves to run about naked, but then society in the form of the mother steps in and says: "You m
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