COMPETITION IN THE FUTURE.

SCENE--_A Barrack-Room_. PRESENT--_President and Members of a

Board of Examiners, sitting to pass Candidates for Commissions

in the Line._

_President_. Now, Gentlemen, I think we are agreed that cramming is to

be discouraged. We want an officer who can command a company, and not

a scholar who can floor a paper for high-class honours--that is the

general idea, Gentlemen, isn't it?

_Chorus of Members_. Quite so.

_Pres._ Exactly. Orderly, pass the word that we will see Mr. MUGGER.

(_The word is passed, when enter First Candidate._) Glad to see you,

Sir. Pray sit down. I think you were at school?

_First Candidate_ (_nervously_). Yes, Sir, at Eton.

_Pres._ Humph! (_Aside, to his Colleagues._) Rather an unpromising

commencement. However, he may have devoted more of his time to cricket

or football in the Playing Fields than to anything else. (_Aloud._) I

hope you have not been to the University?

_First Can._ (_almost moved to tears_). Alas, Gentlemen, my father

_would_ send me to Christchurch, and I am sorry to say I took a Double

First!

_Pres._ (_courteous, but sad_). I am afraid that will do. (_Exit First

Candidate, striving in vain to suppress a burst of unmanly emotion._)

I am deeply grieved, Gentlemen, but I fear that we can do nothing

further in this matter?

_Chorus of Members_. Utterly impossible!

_Pres._ Exactly. Orderly, call Mr. SHIRKWORKS. (_Second Candidate

enters._) Glad to see you, Sir. Pray sit down. I think you were at

school?

_Second Can._ (_with confidence_). Never, Sir, and allow me to add

that I can scarcely read, don't know how to spell, and have a firm

impression that two and two make either three or five--I forget which.

_Pres._ (_beaming_). Excellent! (_After a brief consultation with his

colleagues._) Mr. SHIRKWORKS, I have much pleasure in informing you

that we shall be glad to recommend you for a Commission. (_Curtain._)

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[Illustration: A RARE CHANCE.

_Mr. Snobbin hiring a Hack to ride down to the Derby._

_Horse-Owner_. "I'LL CHARGE YOU THIRTY BOB FOR THE DAY, GUV'NOR;

OR--LOOK HERE!--GIMME TWO POUND, AND YOU MAY KEEP HIM!"]

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