United States or Germany ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Half a staircase separated second and third. The first thing that met the eye on entering was Anatole. This wizard of the cooking-stove is a tubby little man with a moustache of the outsize or soup-strainer type, and you can generally take a line through it as to the state of his emotions. When all is well, it turns up at the ends like a sergeant-major's. When the soul is bruised, it droops.
A young soldier, he who had unfastened the tent flap to admit Lieutenant Gray, was just returning to his seat at the other. Two orderlies lounged on a bench well beyond and back of the sergeant-major's seat, and a bugler, with his hands in his pockets, was smoking a short brier-root pipe at the opposite or back doorway.
The dancing-party ended as unceremoniously as it had begun; but the guests lingered round the premises till the doctor should arrive. When he did come the sergeant-major's extremities were already cold, and there was no doubt that death had overtaken him almost at the moment that he had sat down.
We were so used to the sound of the sergeant-major's voice when he said, "The company will move to right in fours," that, when a grazing donkey happened to "hee-haw," the whole company formed fours. Even then only about half the company discovered the mistake there was mighty little difference in the tones, anyway!
Was some maid, in barton, byre, or dairy, thinking of him but now with an ill-writ letter in her bosom, a letter beginning with "I now take up my pen to right you these few lines hopping they find you the same which they now leave me at present" according to right tradition and proper custom, and continuing to speak of homesick longings, dreams of furlough, promotion, marrying "on the strength," and retirement to green fair Dorset Dear on a Sergeant-Major's pension?
It couldn't do me any harm." "Did you see its face?" inquired Mrs. Ward, nervously. Mr. Farrer shook his head. "What sort of a body had it got?" said her daughter. "So far as I could see, very good," said Mr. Farrer. "Very good figure not tall, but well made." An incredible suspicion that had been forming in the sergeant-major's mind began to take shape.
There will be work enough! The lessons learnt over there in China, too, will have to be worked out here, and for that we shall want our best men. You will be wanted. If only we had more like you!" Reimers emphasised the last words, and heartily wrung the sergeant-major's hand.
There was time to go to the regimental sergeant-major's office before tattoo.
In the morning my new companions informed me that there was to be a sergeant-major's parade at eight o'clock, in shirt-sleeve order and I felt a little apprehensive because I now had no time to blanco my equipment; there was nothing for it but to go on parade multi-coloured. Since we were not wearing battledress blouses I had another little problem.
"Say are you a Kappa Mu?" Andrews looked down suddenly and saw in front of him the man who had signalled to him in the regimental sergeant-major's office. "Are you a Kappa Mu?" he asked again. "No, not that I know of," stammered Andrews puzzled. "What school did you go to?" "Harvard." "Harvard.... Guess we haven't got a chapter there.... I'm from North Western.
Word Of The Day