man is to 'ave a hextra pint issued to 'im. I 'ad three more on my own; 'ad a bit of a sing-song in the evenin', but we was too tired to do much.

    Saturday.

   —Regular scrimmage striking tents an' getting blankets an' baggage together, but got it done some'ow—a regular nigger drivin' sort of job.

   Felt quite sorry when we fell in on p'rade for the last time. Camp's stiffish work an' everybody grumbles, but it aint bad fun on the whole; an' after all a chap as 'as been to camp is worth half-a-dozen as 'asn't, you learns things there that you can't learn nohow else, no matter 'ow clever you are.

   What the service would be without the Junior Subaltern the Junior Subaltern cannot imagine.

   Do not anathematize the genius who formulates the Regulations. He is quite right, if you could but understand him.

   Gun practice with obsolete weapons is instructive. One cannot know too much of the history of one's country.

   A sealed pattern at the War Office is something different from the kit you have just purchased.

   The expenses of the officer's dress should be reduced whenever possible. Abolish ten shillings worth of lace, and substitute three buttons at three-and-sixpence apiece. There is only a slight difference, but every little helps.

   Rifles should be cleaned very carefully: one man should hold the rifle, and the other should manipulate the "pull-through."

   The difference between field service kit and parade dress is very marked. You wear out the one and grow out of the other.

   You may be traffic manager of a railway, but you cannot know as much about a baggage train as a Second Lieutenant in the Army Service Corps who has been at it for a week.

   Now this is the creed of the Subaltern.—

    The Subaltern knows everything and does everything.

    The Captain knows (?) everything and does nothing.

    The Major knows nothing and does nothing.

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