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OUR VOLUNTARY ARMY.

A FORLORN HOPE.

Captain O'Dowd (of the Firm of O'Dowd and Jones, Stock-Jobbers). "What'll I do now? It's beyond me jumpin' powers, an' if I wade I'll be wet to the waist." (To Private Halloran, who in civil life is a stockbroker's clerk) "Here, Halloran, I want a carry over. You do it for me, an' I'll not forget it to you, me lad."

Private Halloran. "Sorry, I can't, Captain. You know Carryin'-over Day is not till the Sixteenth, an' this is only the Seventh!"

THE PERILS OF MIMIC WAR.

Motor Lieutenant, Motor Volunteer Corps (to General in his charge). "I say, Sir, if we"―(bump!)―"upset"―(bang!)―"shall I get"―(bump! bang!)―"a Military Funeral too?"

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