Now I want all the men in this crowd who have not spoken a harsh word or
harbored an unkind thought toward their wives for a month past to stand
up.
Twenty-seven great big strapping fellows hopped out of the audience with
all the alacrity of champagne corks.
Come forward and give me your hands, my dear boys.
Jones gave each one a vigorous shake, after which he ranged all of
them side by side in front of the pulpit and facing the audience. He
looked them over carefully and solemnly, and then, turning around to the
audience, he said—
I want you all to take a good look at the twenty-seven biggest liars in
the State of Tennessee.
_Khaki Klad_
Captain (examining uniforms which are expected to be marked with the
owner’s name)—What does this mean, my man? Your name seems to be
obliterated.
Private (in the rear rank)—No, sir, it’s O’Brien.
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